It's Better Now

After my last silly post, I'll keep this one on topic... mmm, that tight ass, those abs, those tits that I bet have perky little nipples... where am I? Huh?

Just kidding. Really.

Had James and Sveta over for a do-over. I was going to talk about it this weekend, but I got very busy. Then I was going to talk about it yesterday, and I couldn't get up the energy. But I'm going to talk about it now, at least until I fall asleep while writing it.

I'll give a gold star for determination to Sveta. A lot of gals would have sworn off anal forever. But she's got a good teacher. We talked after the unpleasantness, and she said she hadn't felt all that bad, just didn't want to shit all over James, which I agreed would probably have been a bad thing. She laughed and said that she didn't know, maybe we should ask James. I swear, she might have a scat fetish. If so, she's going to have to indulge in it with someone other than me. But we'll cross that bridge if we come to it. I'm perfectly happy to do anal play with her.

So I told her that if she was going to try again, she should make sure to have a really good shit beforehand, and then wash out hardcore. I believe those were my exact words. I can't believe I'm talking to her like that. But I am. Hell, I talked to my sisters and brother like that, so why not her and James? She said she knew that, and I promised no food would be present to confuse her poor tummy.

James was ramrod straight when he came in the door ahead of Sveta. His cock certainly knew what to expect. I hope he wasn't wandering around showing off like that for too long; people might stare. On the other hand, it would probably be funny, so I guess I hope he wasn't, but only because I wasn't there to see it.

Sveta came in after him wearing practically nothing. I mean, she was wearing a top which was basically a strapless bra, and a pair of shorts that were virtually panties. And nothing underneath. She laughed at my shocked look and said she'd gone shopping. I wanted to kick James out and jump her right then and there, but I wanted to watch him fuck her tight ass more, so I stilled my rash impulses. I guess the outfit might be part of the reason why James was showing off. I don't know how she got out of her house looking like that. But she's said to me that she enjoys showing off her body much more now, and I only hope that showing off means nothing but showing off, instead of trolling for other partners. Although, from a strictly liberated-woman point of view, it's no fair that she can't have other guys, if James can have other girls. Hell, James should have a guy too, and the four of us could all happily intermingle in all permutations... down girl, stay on topic.

James was all over her as soon as they were in the room, and I just settled back and watched for a while and idly stroked myself through the panties I was wearing. I wasn't wearing anything else, mind, but for some reason I felt like messing up a perfectly clean pair of panties, so I kept them on and diddled through the cloth. Cotton and juice and my fingers on my cunny are sometimes an electric combination. Substitute silk, depending on how I'm feeling.

James was quickly naked, and Sveta's "shorts" were off too, but he just pushed her top down to her waist so he could palm her breasts. Hers are bigger than mine, and occasionally that makes me a little jealous, because James seems to enjoy them more. I thought I'd just admit that for kicks, because I didn't feel jealous then. I felt a little impatient, actually, and Sveta must have felt sort of the same way, because she broke away from him and asked me where the lube was. He got the idea.

This time I stayed back and let him lube her and himself up, just to see how he'd do. I was ready to step in if things went south. But he did a good job, used up a lot of my lube, possibly more than he really needed, but still, the impulse was good. Too much lube is not enough lube, right?

When it came to fingering her ass, I think he was afraid he'd hurt her. She just stuck her butt in the air and said, "Go on, I'm ready for it," and by God, I think she was. His middle finger disappeared into her anus quite quickly, and while I saw a little shiver, she didn't moan or make any sign that she wasn't enjoying it.

"I'm going to put another in," he said, or warned. She nodded, and James gingerly tried to insert his index finger too. It wasn't as easy.

"Stroke her pussy with your other hand," I suggested to him. "That'll loosen her up a little."

He reached down to her slit and massaged it, his fingers and her lips covered in lube and spit and juice. It didn't make inserting the second finger go any more quickly, but at least he got it in, and still Sveta wasn't making a sign that she was uncomfortable. "How does that feel?" I asked her.

"Tight," she said, a little tense, but not gasping or panting. "Tight like the first time with the plug. Why is my ass so tight, Lexi? I've practiced and practiced." She seemed disappointed.

I went over and sat beside her and took her hand in mine. "Some people are lucky like that," I said. Because even though beginning will be hard, if she can work up to it, she will be a terrific fuck in the ass. I mean, she'll make guys cum by inserting. She's tight and warm and really sexy in there. If I had a cock, I'd want it to be in an ass like hers. I told her some of that. James laughed.

"If you had a cock, you'd probably want to fuck your own ass to see how it felt from both ends," he said. We all laughed at that. Then James announced, "Babe, while you weren't paying attention, I got the third finger in there."

"Jesus, I didn't even notice," said Sveta, and I think she wanted to panic as she finally did notice and her ass tightened involuntarily.

"No, no honey, just stay relaxed," I said, holding her hand and speaking soothingly. "If you don't worry about it so much, it's not so hard, see?"

"I guess," she said, a little doubtfully. "I mean, it doesn't feel as bad as the first time."

"It felt bad," said James, and I think he was ready to pull out and go home and curl up and die. I shushed him.

"No, no, not bad, just, a little," she was trying to explain, and it was getting worse for both of them, I could tell.

"Did I ever tell you about my first time?" I asked, to keep their minds off of things. And then I told them a made-up story. I'm really sorry for that; I don't like lying to people. But I made up a story, pieced together a bunch of experiences I've had, and told them about how it was unpleasant for me at first too, with a cock in my ass. I really feel guilty about lying, because that's what it all was, a bald-faced lie. I wish I could have told them the truth, because I think that would have been even more inspirational. But even if I were to decide to do that, it definitely wasn't the time to spring something like that on them.

They both relaxed, and Sveta asked James to keep stroking her pussy and maybe try fingering her ass too, just not with all three fingers. I looked back and saw James begin slowly slipping his middle finger in and out of her asshole, and God if it wasn't sexy. But I didn't feel too sexy right then. I felt guilty.

Eventually, she even let him work two fingers in and out, and then finally she said, "Okay, I think I'm ready. Please... please be gentle." It was sweet the way she asked it, not the way you expect someone to say, "Be gentle with me," but sort of soft and assured that James would be gentle.

He had the condom on, but he had to adjust it a little to take into account the fact that, at some point between putting it on and then, he must have gone a little soft. Who can blame him? It was a fairly long prep time, even for this kind of thing. Then he got up and got behind her, and I slid back, my hand still in Sveta's, my other on the small of her back, so I could watch my favorite part.

And seeing his cock slip, more easily than the first time, into her reddening anus was sexy, I don't deny. But I didn't feel that aroused, because I was still feeling guilty. It was like my sex drive had been detoured, so I knew it was there, but it wasn't affecting me.

He got almost all the way in before she was gasping at him to stop, and when I murmured that he was almost in, she took a deep breath and said, "Okay, keep going then." And he slowly bottomed out in her.

"Tell her how good it feels," I suggested to him, and he babbled about how good it felt. He used too few words, and most of them were, "great," or, "nice," but I think she got the message. Flattery is helpful.

"Now pull back a little, and then push back in," I said. Sveta gave my hand a little squeeze, then a bigger one as James pushed back in again, and she gasped.

"Are you hurting?" he asked anxiously.

"No, not really," she groaned. "It's full. So full. Lexi, I'm close. Please, help."

"Okay baby, I'll help," I said. And even though I could feel the swell of her pleasure as I stroked her pussy, the heat of it, I didn't feel a corresponding pleasure in my own cunt. But I helped her over the edge and felt the warm spray on my hand. "Again, thrust again while she's cumming," I said urgently to James, not sure how long I could keep her up.

And he began slowly thrusting, in and out. I didn't think it was a good idea to try to pull all the way out just yet. The fucking of her ass must have driven her crazy, because she spurted a big puddle on the floor, covered my hand in it, before she stopped and knelt there, her face down, her sides heaving like she'd just run a race.

"Wow," said James.

"Yeah," she said. And at that point, I didn't need to worry about it any more. I just let James continue fucking her ass, not hard, but with a rhythm that was enough for me to know that Sveta was over the hump, and now she couldn't be stopped from loving anal. And that felt good. And the guilt sort of went away, and I raised my hand to my lips and tasted her juice, and that drove the guilt out of my brain and drenched my panties, and as I watched his cock slip in and out of her nethers, I tickled my pussy until I came in my panties.

"I'm close," James grunted, and sped up, and Sveta was groaning, but it was a good groan. And then James pushed and stopped and I could almost see the splashes of cum erupting from him. Of course, they erupted into the condom, but still. He was cumming in her ass.

He slurped out quite quickly; it was like the tightness had squished his cock to nothing. I grabbed the condom, which was clean, as far as I could see. She must have really washed out well. "That was incredible," he said, and slipped up to her, pulled her into his arms, and they kissed and held each other and whispered little things, while I moved away. I held onto the condom, and once Sveta and James finally broke their clinch, I offered it to her. I don't really know why; it's not terribly sanitary, I know, and I'm supposed to be setting an example. She upended it into her mouth and smiled as she swallowed, then gestured for me to clean James up if I wanted, which I did. And by cleaning him, I hardened him.

"Well, he wants more, I can tell," I said.

"You can have him," she laughed.

"No, no, maybe he'd like another turn in another hole with you," I said, feeling generous, largely because the guilt had come back, although not as strong.

"Can we do it without the condom?" she begged, and I was so close to saying, fucking it, let them. But I sighed and pulled on another condom, and they both sighed too. They're going to do it without, one of these days, probably while I'm not there. And then they'll probably be too afraid to tell me. I should work it out so they can do it. I just don't know how. It'll be safer if they do it with supervision.

I had these and various other thoughts as Sveta lay back and spread her legs and James got between them and mounted her. I missed my favorite moment. It really is; I love watching a cock enter a cunt for the first time. Well, not the first time, but at the beginning of the action, so to speak. I love watching in on myself.

"C'mere, I want to eat you," said Sveta loosely. Maybe she'd been drinking beforehand. Or maybe she was worn out. She didn't smell of liquor. I squatted over her face and received, for my trouble, a lackluster attempt, but she was tired and distracted, so I tried to enjoy the spirit of the gift if not the gift itself. I toyed with my clit and watched James stroke in and out of her cunt, so small and pink, although probably less tight now that it's had so many workouts. Maybe I should teach Sveta some exercises?

She hadn't cum by the time he gasped and filled another condom, so without waiting for him to stop I bent over and started licking the top of her slit while his cock was still spasming below. He pulled out and I dove into her muff with abandon, and her taste and smell on my tongue and face was enough, when combined with her tongue lapping at my pussy, to give me a mini O before I managed to draw out a few weak spurts from her. Not even spurts; more like bubblings. But she was satisfied; she really was worn out.

We cleaned up a bit, and then had some water all around, and James and Sveta were cozy on the couch and I was feeling awful. I really wanted to tell them everything, right then and there. But I didn't. I helped them with their things and waved goodbye and then went upstairs and waited around in my panties for Dad to show up. When he saw my mournful face and sad eyes, he gave me a kiss, and then stripped off his clothes, pulled off my soiled panties, and hoisted me up in his strong arms and took me to bed.

Once we were in my room, he didn't waste time with foreplay; I didn't need caresses right then. But he wasn't violent as he entered me, face to face, our lips locked. He was just firm. He was firm and good and made me feel better, and when he finally, after what seemed like an hour, pumped my loins full of white, I felt less unhappy about the situation. Then we talked about it, him still lying atop me, his cock still sort of hard in my pussy. I won't bore you with the conversation; it's the same one I've had with myself. The upshot was that he said he understood that I felt guilty about lying, but that I was just trying to be kind, and that he knew that I couldn't really tell them the truth, and that didn't make me a bad person.

It helped, but I was down for a few days after that, from that and nerves and tiredness and being busy. I still wish I could tell them. I've told a few other people. Maybe it wouldn't be such a big deal. Maybe my brother and I could be the other couple for them. My brother would love to fuck Sveta, I know. Or my Dad. Nope, that's not going to happen. But maybe my brother.

Jennifer Garner

I was watching a rerun of Alias, and my god, that girl is stacked. I wish I had her figure. Ben Afleck is a lucky bastard. Well, he's a lucky bastard for more than that reason, but definitely for that reason. I wonder if she's wild in bed. Seems like she probably would have to be. I wonder if she likes it in the ass? That, I can't speculate on. But I can dream about it.

Welcome to bullshit-post land, population me. Sorry. This feels pretty livejournal. Current mood: wanting to fuck Jennifer Garner (if that's a mood). Listening to: the sounds in my head as I imagine Jennifer Garner being fucked in the ass by my brother while I lick what is likely a very tight little cunt.

I'm getting stalker-creepy, aren't I. Really, I'm just wound up, and seeing her in all those outfits... damn. I'm not obsessed with Jennifer Garner.

Could Have Been Worse

Ah, but it also could have been better.

If you can't guess what I'm talking about, I'm talking about James and Sveta's first time with the anal lovin'.

I won't tell you exactly when this was, so there are fewer clues to James' identity. For all you know, it might have occurred yesterday, or last week. I likes me a mystery.

Okay, funning aside... I invited James and Sveta over, as I said, the day after his birthday, and the day after his birthday dawned, and over they came. I brought down some party refreshments (probably the mistake I made that day, but it was an honest mistake) and we stripped down and sat around and ate cupcakes and drank various non-alcoholic things. I've decided that I'm perfectly okay with giving them alcohol, actually; I drank when I was their age, and it's not like I'm softening them up or anything. But it didn't seem appropriate that day.

They told me about James' actual birthday. Sveta had hinted he had a surprise, but she wouldn't say what. She did, however, let him blow a load all over her back after they fucked and he pulled out, pulled off the condom, and exploded. I tsked and said they should be careful, because even something like that can lead to bad things, but my heart wasn't really in it. I guess they fucked twice and Sveta sucked him off once. He really had an eventful birthday.

Me, I think I might have been tempted to blueball him a little before the big day, but then, I'd let him bareback me and the size and strength of his orgasm would matter. Maybe it might have mattered anyway, because if he was hurting to cum, he would have been quicker in Sveta's ass. But anyway, he's hard to wear out; he can cum and cum and cum. Ah, youthful vitality. Even my Dad was known to go for fourths when he was a strapping young lad.

Anyway, James said Sveta had had enough of his cum on his birthday, but he wanted to ice my cake. He said it just like that, and I thought he was making a double entendre, but he took a cupcake and told Sveta and me to give it a good icing. We both laughed and I punched him playfully and then looked at Sveta questioningly, wondering if she wanted to get distracted from the main event. But she looked a little nervous, so I figured she was probably putting it off.

Well, James' cock tasted good with some of the icing on it, and when his balls drew up and he gasped, I stuck the cupcake over the head of his cock and let him cum into it. I miss playing with food; Mike and I used to do that a lot. Anyway, it wasn't really icing but a cream filling, but I ate it all up. I'll be honest; the taste of cum was pretty much drowned out by the taste of cupcake. If he'd cum more, and the cupcakes had been a little less sweet, it would probably have been different.

James basked in the afterglow and watched me lick icing and cum from my fingers while Sveta cleaned his cock off. Then he said, "Okay, so what's my surprise? I mean, I've already got the two of you fucking me, what else could a guy ask for?"

"Go ahead, blow his mind," I said to Sveta, and she grinned nervously and turned to James.

"James, I've really enjoyed being with you..." she started.

"You're breaking up with me?"

"No, no, it's not like that. I mean, I've enjoyed being physical with you, you know..."

"The sex? You enjoyed fucking me? Lexi won't tell your parents if you say that," he laughed. I'm not sure it was the right way to reassure her, but I wasn't going to butt in.

"Okay, smartass, I enjoy being fucked by you. I love you inside me. But there's something we've never done, and I wanted to give that to you too."

"Lexi said we had to use condoms..."

"No, I want you in my ass." James was surprised by this, I'm pleased to say. "I've been practicing with Lexi, and she and I think I'm ready for it, so today's the day you get to fuck my ass, James," she said. I think she was trying to sound dirty, but it just came out all cute. Maybe it was just the way I was hearing it.

"Are you sure..."

"Yes, I'm sure," she said firmly, which was, I thought, a good sign. She might have been being shy about it, but she wanted that cock in her butt, I'll give her that.

"Now you've got to be a lot slower with Sveta that you are with me, and use a condom and plenty of lube," I said, feeling it was the appropriate time.

"Really?" He couldn't believe it. "I mean... Sveta, you're so great. I want you to love this, the way Lexi loves it. I mean, I can wait, if it will make it easier." He was looking at me.

"Sometimes you've got to jump in the pool," I said sagely. I don't exactly know what I meant, but it seemed to work.

"Really, I've been practicing," said Sveta, also looking at me like she wanted me to reassure her. I wasn't going to because it was her decision.

"Okay baby," he said, and I realized that they didn't really use pet names around me. It sounded weird, like I was looking into their life from outside. It was pretty arousing in a voyeuristic kind of way.

"I'll give you space, but Sveta wants me here, and I want to be here, I won't lie," I said, backing up a little. "James, the condoms are next to the couch and the lube is with them."

He was thrilled, but he was still all business. I don't know what that says about him, frankly. I can be pretty businesslike sometimes, and maybe that's a sign of intimacy problems or something. In this case, I think business is the way to go if you're about to fuck someone in the ass their first time.

He rolled on a condom and lubed it up, and Sveta knelt on all fours and presented her rosebud to him. It looked really tight. I had a pang of doubt, but dismissed it. "Lube, lots of lube" I said, and James obeyed, dumping more lube than he should have started with on Sveta's rump. A lot of it dripped off, or went over her back. But the impulse was good, and I can always get more lube.

He seemed hesitant to touch her anus, so finally I came over and helped him start out. I held Sveta's hand with one hand, while with the other I helped James massage the lube around her asshole. "Now put a finger in," I said. "Slowly, slowly," as he started to press in and Sveta gave my hand a squeeze.

"Wow, you're so tight," he said to her. She grunted.

She was nervous, and it made her extra tight. He had to work to get one finger in, and once it was in she squirmed a little and grunted some more. I started to wonder if she really was ready, of if we should just have a fingering session now and maybe work up to anal, when she wasn't so hyped up. But still, I really wanted to see these kids fuck, with his cock sticking out of her butt. I really did. I'm a bad person.

"Okay, she can take another," I said, not totally believing it. But I figured she would tell us to stop if she really couldn't take it. She whimpered as he pressed another finger in. I drizzled a little lube over it.

Once he had two in, she was gasping, and her torso had sunk to the ground, leaving her ass heaving in the air. "Is she all right?" he asked.

"Fine," she gasped, and I didn't really believe her. "Just tight."

"I don't know if I can get my cock in her," he said worriedly.

"Let her get used to your fingers, then put another in," I said. Maybe I was being too eager.

"Another?" he said, like he didn't believe me.

"Another?" she gasped. I felt like maybe another was too much.

"It's the only way you'll be able to take him, sweetie," I said to her. "You were taking that dildo pretty well last time. Just loosen up a little. Don't be nervous. It'll feel great, just like when we practiced." It was a pep talk I didn't completely believe myself.

"Okay, if you think I can," James said. "I can feel her getting a little looser, I think. Should I try it?"

"Do it," she said, gritting her teeth. I think she just wanted it over with, at this point. I'm a bad person.

He stretched her anus wide with his third finger, couldn't get it all the way in, and she was panting and moaning. "I think I'm hurting her," he said.

"Sveta honey, should we stop?" I asked, feeling a little guilty, because she certainly sounded like she was in pain. No blood though, no cracks, no tears, nothing but maybe a bit too much stretching.

She didn't say anything for a minute, and I was about ready to tell James to pull his fingers out, when she finally said, slowly and softly, "No, I want James to fuck my ass, Lexi. I don't care if it hurts a little. My first time with James hurt a little too, and it got really wonderful."

"Well just try to relax, honey," I said to her, then to James, "Well, she says she wants to, but you'd better be slow as a snail when you penetrate her, or you'll lose her forever."

"I'll be slow, I'll be really slow," he said, like he was terrified. I helped him ease his fingers out of her, then poured some more lube into her slightly-gaped asshole. In truth, she was much wider than she had been during practice, and his cock wasn't three fingers wide. More than two, probably, but not three. Also, it wasn't knobby.

"Okay, get behind her and put the head of your cock on her asshole," I said. I even helped aim him. "Now push in. It'll be slow going at first, but once you're through the first part, she'll take you more easily." I hope, I added silently.

And then he was inside her ass. God, I could have cum right there if I hadn't been so preoccupied with making sure he wasn't hurting her. Her rosy pink pucker looked like it was shitting out his cock, rather than him pushing it in. Once the head was in her, the shaft slowly stretched her wider and wider. I wish I had pictures. Again I say, if you've never seen a tight young ass take a cock for the first time, get out there and see it. Sexy as Hell.

Sveta gasped at the penetration, but she didn't make as much noise, no moans of pain, and when I looked at her face, she wasn't as flushed. But then she gasped, "No, stop, I can't take any more right now." James stopped dead, and probably would have backed out completely if I hadn't restrained him.

"She's just getting used to you inside her," I said. "You've got to leave it there until she's ready for more."

Eventually she nodded, and James slowly, carefully, like he was afraid of splitting her, started pushing in again, little by little. She stopped him again when he was halfway in, and asked, in a slightly panicked voice, how much more there was. I told her she was doing great, and James said she felt great on his cock, and he hoped she was enjoying it too. I think that was probably wishful thinking.

Eventually, after more starting and stopping (a lot more toward the end; the last inch took forever, but I felt it was important for him to be completely balls deep in her so she could feel the most penetration she would ever feel from him) he was completely up her ass. I'll say this for James: he went slowly, carefully, was worried she was in pain, and basically was a very commendable first anal partner. I don't know if it was all that exciting for him, simply being in a tight ass without being able to enjoy it much, but he was thinking of her. He's had other tight asses (well, mine, and I don't know, maybe someone else he hasn't told me about) to play with; this was all about Sveta.

Then she said what I wasn't expecting, really, but was dreading nonetheless. "Oh, God, I think I'm going to be sick."

"James, pull out. Honey, try to hold on. I'll take you to the bathroom." Damn those cupcakes. I think if she'd been on an empty stomach, or at least not eaten a lot beforehand, it wouldn't have happened. James lurched back, which probably wasn't the best thing under the circumstances, but on the other hand I didn't want him to get shat on. I helped Sveta up and helped her upstairs to the bathroom, dreading that I wasn't going to make it and I'd have to clean the floors. Fortunately, my parents were both out of the house, so there was no explaining to do.

Once we got to the bathroom though, Sveta couldn't shit for a long time. It was like it had been packed into her by the cock. I didn't watch, understand, but I stood there with her, and she said that she felt like she had to take a shit but couldn't, and her insides were upset. Then finally it came, and I'll draw a curtain over that period.

It's not uncommon, is my understanding at any rate, to believe that you have to shit when you're getting fucked in the ass. But the cupcakes and excitement and nerves definitely upset her stomach, and definitely it was good that we stopped.

Once she came back downstairs, she started to cry as I was walking with her back to the basement. "I can't do it," she sobbed on my shoulder. "I thought I could..."

"Maybe not today, no," I said. "But he understands, hon. He doesn't want to make you miserable. And let's face it, no matter how long it lasted, you're no longer a virgin anywhere. Buck up, sister." I said this last with a grin, and she smiled a little through her tears.

"Will you help me practice some more?"

"I think what's important now is that you and James and I all practice together," I said. "You and I can only do so much. I mean, we could work for years and stretch your ass all out of shape, but you might still have problems taking a cock. I don't know why that is. But James is probably willing to try again some other day, and I'll be there."

"I wanted to like it," she said, tearing up again. "I wanted to be like you, just let him fuck my ass..."

"Sweetie, sweetie, I've got lots of experience," I said. "My first time wasn't like that." Not totally true; I mean, I didn't get sick, and I loved it from the first, but it wasn't like later times, I'll own. "I know you're disappointed, and I know maybe it wasn't great like you hoped, but he had his cock in your ass. He fucked your ass. Isn't that something?"

She smiled again. "Now before we go back to him, there'll be no more anal today, okay," I said kindly. "I think that's enough for today. But I also don't want you to think you have to finish him because you started him. And I don't want him to expect that I'll finish him. This is your special day, and I don't want to ruin that by finishing him if you don't want me to. He can finish himself if you can't."

"No, it's okay, you should finish him, it's his birthday and he hasn't gotten to fuck you," she said.

"Are you sure?"

"Positive," she smiled as she wiped her tears away. "But I think I'm done for the day. And I didn't even get to cum." She seemed more pissed than sad about that, which was a good sign.

"You come over tomorrow and I'll make you cum harder than James can," I grinned. Ah, propositioning teenagers. I'm a bad person. She grinned and nodded, and we were all smiles when we went back in to find James biting his nails with concern.

"Sveta's done," I said. "Not forever, but for today," I added, seeing his crestfallen face. "Don't worry. She wants to keep practicing with you." His face perked up at that. "And she says that since it's your birthday, or near enough, you need to finish up, and you might as well do it with me." His face definitely perked up at that, and his cock, which had been limp, perked up a bit too. He still had on the condom, which was, amusingly enough given the way the fuck ended, completely clean. Sveta must have washed herself out plenty beforehand.

I got on my hands and knees and reached back and slapped my ass. "Lube me up and go to it, cowboy," I said, and he was quick to obey. There's nothing like sex to take your mind off your worries. He used a little more lube than usual (well, a lot of times he doesn't even use lube at all with me) probably because he was still nervous, but the cock slipping into my rectum was still good as gold. I came as he penetrated me, just a little O, nothing fancy. I couldn't even keep it up because he didn't go fast enough (nervous again) and I didn't have a hand on my button.

I was tempted to tell him to go harder, but I didn't want to show Sveta up, so I made do with my fingers on my pussy and his pleasant, if soft, penetration in my asshole, and built up to another nice O before he gasped, gripped my hips, and came. I must admit, I can see why women might feel like they need to shit when they're being fucked in the ass; I had a momentary sensation of it myself. But that's part of what I enjoy about anal, I think.

The silly kid, he was still wearing the condom, so all his cum went into it rather than into my ass. But that's okay, because Sveta was in no position to lick the cum out of my ass, which I'd promised her. She watched from the sidelines, not entirely without arousal, but not interested in joining in.

After that, even though I'm sure James could have cum again and I certainly could have, they dressed and went home together, wrapped in each other. James was telling Sveta that he loved his gift and couldn't wait for more, and she was cooing that she wanted it again too. Ah, young lust, or love, or both. Me, I sat there and wished I had a cock on demand, because I could have used another romp, more vigorous this time. But it'll do. I got to see James in Sveta's ass the first time, and I'll undoubtedly get to see it again, and again until they work up to actually fucking. And I'll probably get other benefits too. God I wish I had another guy who could be with James and Sveta and I, so we could swap partners and do DP and things like that. Ah well.

So, to summarize, as I said, could have gone better, but it went okay. I don't think Sveta's as copacetic as she claims, but I think she will try again. And if nothing else, she really does enjoy anal play, with toys or enemas, and she may have a scat fetish. Who knows, maybe that's why she felt like shitting.

The Pipes

Well, on the plus side, they're clean. The pipes, I mean. On the minus side, apparently I was a bit thoughter than I drunk I was, because there are pictures of me and Mac (remember him from the last post). He said he'd keep them quiet if I cared. I said I only cared because I was planning on running for President. We both laughed.

Then I told him to get copies and send them to me. He didn't take the pictures (I don't think I was so drunk that I wouldn't have noticed that). In fact, he was a perfect gentleman about it; had to go through a fair amount of hassle to get my contact info so he could warn me. I think he's more worried about them than I am. I wonder who took them. I really don't recall being in a situation where pictures could have been taken, not outside anyway, which is supposedly (I haven't seen them yet) where we're talking about. It was pretty dark. I can't imagine they're very revealing. But there were cameras all over the place, with the wedding and all, so it could have happened.

If they're worth sharing, I'll share them. If not, I'll share something else picture-wise to make up for all the days I haven't been posting.

But yes, the pipes are clean, which is good because in a few short days, Sveta and James are going to join the ass-high club. Is there really a club name for having done anal? I mean, I guess James has already joined it, what with having done it with me (bareback no less), but they've never done it together. If there's a club name, I want to make a certificate for them.

This is an update post. The next post will be more interesting.

Hell of a Drive

So that was a long drive. In case I'm not making sense (I'm not, so I guess there is no case) I'm referring to the drive from the wedding at which I was this weekend. I've been in the car for nearly as long as I was at the wedding itself.

I really couldn't afford it, but I'm glad I went anyway. Mostly because it was good to see some old friends. There were a few other people I knew from college, and while I haven't exactly been doing things I can boast about since I left school, we're all mostly in the same boat, so there was commiseration to be had. People wanted me to move to New York, which I'm against, but at the same time would probably kick ass in certain ways. Other people wanted me to move other places, but were much less certain that I would find employment in those places. Ah, the job market.

My friend was thrilled to see me, and introduced me to his now-wife. Let's call them Ian and Pauline, because why the hell not? She's terrific, wonderful hostess, beautiful, all the stuff you want in a wife I suppose (since I don't really want a wife, or at least not the way most people do, I have to guess). The wedding was at a little place in the middle of nowhere, on a beautiful lake with trees and sky and just very serene.

The reception, on the other hand, was a blow-out. Once the family had left, and it was mostly just guests of around my age and of much more partying bent, there was drinking and dancing and all manner of excitement. I sometimes wish I lived in a culture where tradition has it that the bride and groom must be watched when the first make love, because I think that would be a blast too. But since that would probably require, as a cultural more, that the bride at least be a virgin, it might impede my social agenda. So the hell with it. No, I didn't watch Ian and Pauline fuck. As far as I know, they never went to bed at all that night, or if they did, it was late.

I wound up drinking a fair amount and making an enjoyably foolish (rather than embarrassingly drunk) ass of myself, but since pretty much everyone else was doing that too, I don't think anyone cared. We made silly toasts, noodled around on guitars, ran around giggling... just generally had a wild time of it.

But I know you're not reading this to hear about any of that. Probably everyone has gotten bored and said, "Meh, we'll come back when she starts talking about fucking her brother again." Well, then you're going to miss me talking about the real fun at the party.

Since there was a lake right there, the temptation for a swim was too much for most people. And since, let's face it, it was night and there were few among us foresightful enough to pack bathing suits, there was a lot of semi-to-total nudity going on as people dove in.

I'm not a huge fan of dark water, but I was drinking and feeling mellow, so when everyone else went in, I decided, why the hell not? I had changes of clothing in my car, and I wasn't the only one who was stripping down totally, so I pretended a bit of modesty (because you have to be crafty) and took off my clothes and hopped in too.

It was about as pleasant as I expected, but it was still fun, what with naked people all over one another, dunking and horseplay and all that. I had my eye on a relatively studly guy, Mac, Ian's younger brother, whom I had heard from Ian was the sort likely to react well to overtures. So I overtured. He had been drinking and also, I believe, smoking a blunt which was passing around at the time. I didn't feel up to that so I didn't partake, but I think I saw him take several epic-portioned drags. But in fairness, there's a good chance he was more sober than I was; his tolerance level is legendary.

He wasn't naked, had on his shorts, but I was, and frankly that's what matters in situations like this. The woman in clothes and the guy naked usually doesn't result in the same events. But I don't want to give the impression that this was an orgy. It was dark, a lot of the people there were couples or married themselves, and for all that it might sound like a frat party, it was just a good party. We didn't immediately go to the fireside and pair off or anything like that. I was just horny from a long car ride.

I struck up a conversation with Mac, whom I knew from reputation alone. I don't think he could see much of me in the water, but we chatted idly for a moment or two. I almost didn't have the guts, but I was buzzed, so I asked him, in a whisper, if he was interested in a little fun. He grinned, looked me over, as much as he could see (the water was shoulder-high, so it wasn't much, and it was almost totally dark) and said he was open to ideas.

I let him come closer and put his hands on me, and once he saw I didn't have anything on at all, he was perked up considerably. We started kissing, a little sloppily because we were both well on our way to wasted. His hands were still very skilled, if a little chilly, as he stroked my breasts, my stomach, my hips, and around and cupped my ass and lifted me up a little. He's tall, taller than me by a good distance, and I'm not short by any means. Has a shock of red hair, less red than mine, certainly, which he must slick back with mousse or something. He's very slick, not the kind of guy I'm really interested in getting to know, but he was interested in me, and that was fine by me.

The water was cold, and I was finding it hard to remain aroused while feeling cold and clammy. So I suggested that we go up on dry land on the bank somewhere, in the shadows under the trees. He nodded, and we slipped away from the main group without causing any fuss. Once we were on the bank, I saw that he was hard, even with the cold water. His cock stuck out from his shorts like it was waving to me. He saw my attention and laughed.

"Why don't you show me how fun you are?" he said softly, gripping my neck with his hand, then pushing me down a little roughly. Maybe he was just drunk, or stoned, or whatever. Maybe he's just a dick (and I don't mean the pun). At that point, he could have been a real jerk and I still would have wanted to fuck him.

His cock, once it was free of the clinging wet shorts, was very nice to look at. It was quite large, not in length but in width. I could barely fit it in my mouth, and I was afraid to try deepthroating because it was so large, and also because my gag reflex is somewhat unstable if I've been drinking a lot. But I gave him the best head I could, tried to clear out the cobwebs in my brain so I could really work on him.

He didn't cum right away, but his balls started to draw up again, as they had descended after the chill of the water. He gripped my hair with his hand (which ordinarily I probably would have found annoying, but I didn't care too much) and sort of urged me on for a few minutes, then he pulled my head back and asked me if I was only interested in giving head, or if I wanted something else. I looked up at him with wide eyes and a gaping mouth, and I smiled and said I wanted a good hard fuck, but I'd settle for whatever he could give me.

He must be used to dealing with forward women, because he didn't even bat an eye, just pulled me up and told me to lean against a tree. I bent a little at the waist, stuck my ass back, and waited for him to mount me like a wild animal. I heard him spit, then his hand groped between my legs, found my cunt, and slipped a rough finger in. It stroked my passage for a moment, then pulled out and ran some of my juice over my entire pussy, then was withdrawn. I looked back over my shoulder as far as I could, and saw him rubbing his cock, possibly with spit or my juice or something. I didn't even think to worry about condoms. I know, I'm setting a bad example for the kids. I don't really care.

When he entered me I was expecting force and rushing and a quick fuck, but what I got was power. It wasn't speed at all; his cock stretched my little pussy as wide as it could as he slowly eased in. Maybe I misjudged him, or maybe he's just really good. His hands gripped my hips after a moment of slipping in, and he pressed deeper and deeper, filling me up. He didn't stretch the back as much as the sides, and I had to spread my legs a little to accommodate him. I wasn't as lubed up as I can be, but it wasn't unpleasant by any stretch. Then he pulled back and just as powerfully pushed in again.

I gasped and moaned and encouraged him, and he gave me a little smile, like he knew that he was doing well but was still flattered. Eventually he worked up to a slow, rhythmic fucking that drove me crazy, and once he slipped a hand around my waist and diddled my clit with two rough fingers, I exploded. There was a lot of noise from the party, but not so much, I imagine, that some people didn't hear me cry out.

He didn't know me that well, so I guess he thought one cum was all he was going to get out of me, and he waited until I was done without stopping, then pressed deep and fired a big load into my dripping pussy. I felt the splashes, so while I won't say his stamina was epic, his orgasm made up for it.

Once he let go of my hips and slipped out of me, I knelt and felt the cum ooze out of my pussy as I cleaned what was left off of his cock and then snaked a hand down to catch whatever remained inside me. He approved of that. He asked me if I wanted to get another drink, and we hunted down my clothes on the water's edge and I slipped into some of them. I was wearing a cocktail-type dress, formal but still casual, and without underwear it's obvious that I'm not wearing any, and if I wear underwear that's too obvious you can see that too. I didn't put the undies back on to get a drink; I figured it was dark enough.

We each grabbed a big drink and downed a large part of it right off the bat, him I guess to show off his manhood or something, me because I was to the point where I was throwing caution to the wind. I grabbed his hand and nearly dragged him back into the shadow of the trees, but he stopped me and said that he thought we should go somewhere more comfortable. I hadn't even considered it. The place was the house of a friend or something, so we went into the house and hunted down someplace in a corner out of immediate view.

"You like to suck cock, don't you?" he asked me. "Is it just when you're wasted?"

"No, I like to suck cock all the time," I said. It's not a lie. Of course, I prefer to fuck cock, but hey, it's not a lie. He grinned that grin he has and pulled his shorts down again. His cock was half up already, so I didn't have much work to do.

"Are you a dirty girl?" he asked me as I sucked him. "Lick my balls, dirty girl." So I sucked his balls, although they drew up pretty quickly from that. "You want my cock in you, dirty girl?" I nodded.

"Get on your hands and knees, and I'll fuck you like the bitch in heat you are," he said. He took another swig of his drink while I was getting into position, then when I was ready for him, he slipped into me again from behind.

It was easier than the first time, and probably because of both that and the fact that he had just cum and was drunker than he had been, he moved faster but took longer. He still gripped my hips, still diddled my clit, and was surprised a little when I came for the second time. "You are a dirty girl, cumming so hard on my cock," he said with satisfaction. "You like that, don't you dirty girl?" I was still cumming, so I gasped that I loved his cock in my cunt, which he seemed to enjoy almost as much as fucking me. He liked the nasty talk, I could tell.

He came in my cunt again before I could work up to a third time, more abruptly than before, like his control was being eroded by liquor or drugs. But his semen wasn't being eroded; it was just as strong as the first time. Very enjoyable, that.

"I've got to get back to the party," he said. "You're a good little dirty whore. Thanks for the fun." He said this as I was licking cum off my finger that I had gathered from the floor. And then he got up, pulled up his shorts, and walked out with me still naked on the floor. I don't know, by the way, how my clothes wound up off me again, and I had trouble finding them again, truth be told. I was drunkenly considering the option of going to my car naked when I finally located the dress under a chair.

I went back out with no underwear on, just the dress, and in the light of day it would have been obvious to all, especially since my nipples were still very hard. But it wasn't daylight, and I was hammered. I sat down by the fire and sort of just sat there for a while. It was pretty late, and I had to drive back the next day, and even though I was really drunk, at that point I was feeling sort of depressed-drunk rather than boisterous-drunk, so I eventually decided that I couldn't party any more, staggered back up to the house, found an open sofa, and crashed into it.

In the morning, I had to leave, and I didn't see Mac at all. I think he had a hotel room or something, because he wasn't in evidence at coffee. It's too bad, because although I had no intention of connecting with him in future, a farewell fuck, before I started the long drive home, would have been nice.

Anyway, that's what happened at the wedding. Until about the last hour or so, it was pretty standard. I do have to get tested soon, though, before I have any contact with James or Sveta, just to make sure that I'm not passing on anything to them. Mac is acclaimed widely as getting around widely, so it wouldn't surprise me if he had something to give. I know, I'm a great role model. Do as I say, kids, not as I do. And frankly, it's getting pretty hard to even tell them to do as I say. I think it's a crying shame that James can't cum inside Sveta. It's dehumanizing. I'm a big believer in creampies.

Going to a Wedding

A friend of mine from college is getting married this weekend, and he invited me to come. There's a part of me which wishes I had a date to take, just because I feel a little strange showing up stag to a wedding, but on the other hand, weddings can be a lot of fun if you're single. I'm not a part of the wedding party or anything (I've been in the past though, and if I remember I'll tell that story when I get back) but the reception will be a big party, and big parties are great opportunities to get laid in exciting ways and places.

Understand, this is a friend of mine, not a "friend" of mine. He and I worked together on things, and we were good friends. I've never met his wife-to-be, but he had good taste in women, so she's probably nothing like me. I hope for his sake that she's nice and pretty and all the usual stuff. Hell, I hope for his sake that she's a tiger in the sack. But I'm not going up to find out.

I'm basically saying all this because I do want it to be made plain that I do have friends, rather than fuck-buddies. There are a goodly number of people whom I know who've never seen me naked, let alone fucked me. Life isn't all about sex. I just hope that sex happens in the midst of life, in this case.

So maybe when I get back I'll have fun stories. And James' birthday is rapidly approaching, so fun stories for that too. Until then, boys and girls, adios.

Safe Subjects

Well, since I probably shouldn't talk about the I word any more (yeah, right) I figured I could talk some more about Sveta. James' birthday is this month and we're coming up on it fast, and I'm worried that Sveta will try anal before she's ready, and she's worried that she won't be ready in time. So I had her over to the house yesterday while my parents were out.

We could have stayed downstairs, or frankly we could have gone up to the bathroom while my parents were there; I just would have had to tell them to keep themselves scarce for a while. Hell, I was in Sveta's room while her parents were there, and them catching us is much, much worse than my parents catching us. But they were out of the house all day Sunday, so I figured why not.

She still came through the basement (just in case) and then we went upstairs to the dining room and had something to drink. We kissed a little bit, but I think she was kind of nervous about being in my house. I don't really know why; it's not like she's not a risk-taker. Still, maybe I'm giving off a nervous vibe (because I don't want her to find out about me, not because I don't want my parents to find out about her) and she's picking up on that.

We have very little booze in the house, so when Sveta shyly asked if she could have something a little stronger than juice (I was waiting for this to happen, actually) I had to tell her no. I mean, I could have given her something, I guess, but I didn't want to. Not because I don't approve of underage drinking; far from it. I drank a lot when I was her age. But it's best to do things like this sober, I think. Maybe if you know you're about to get raped in the ass by a cock you can't handle, then drinking heavily is important, but that's not the way this is, so drinking would only complicate things.

I did get to ask her whether she drank at all, and she said it was hard for her to get booze, but when she could have it, she liked it. I hope she doesn't wind up being one of those girls who does stupid things when they're drunk. Because not everyone can be as lucky as I have been with that kind of thing. It makes me wonder whether she'll get drunk and fuck some other guy without protection if we're not careful. Maybe I'll get her drunk some time and see how she is, and if she's that kind of drunk... meh, later, later.

Anyway, she wasn't too put off by not being able to wet her whistle, and we headed upstairs to the bathroom. She brought the dildo like I asked her, since I don't have any others that size with bases. Once we were both naked and on the floor of the bathtub, we just made out for a while. It's nice to be with her, because we both are perfectly happy to just kiss and stroke. It's getting to the point where she's definitely converted completely; she'll be bi until the day she dies. She really enjoys it now.

But finally she got anxious before I did, and she broke away and bent over the bench herself. I can take a hint, so I began lubing her ass up, while she told me that she'd been practicing with the plug but couldn't really manage the dildo by herself. As she got warmed up and her anus loosened ever so slightly, she started stroking her pussy and telling me how much she was looking forward to having James' cock in her ass. It was very sexy, having this teen lying there playing with herself and talking dirty. And it was totally real; no fake acting porn crap here.

I had to taste her, even if she was raring to go for some anal attention. And frankly, I wanted to taste her ass too. Fortunately the lube I favor is perfectly safe to get in your mouth; it has almost no taste, water-based, latex-safe, all that good crap. Good lube is important. So I started rimming her out, diving into her pussy every so often to get more of her adorable taste on my tongue, then tasting her musky rosebud, trying to work my tongue into her asshole.

And she responded wonderfully. I should have done it before, because she really enjoyed it and it also seemed to loosen her up a lot more than my fingers had been. In much shorter time than normal, I figured she was ready, so I lubed up the rubber cock and penetrated her, trying to be gentle but at the same time knowing that she had to have a little force, to get used to it.

She moaned and her ass spasmed, but she didn't seem to be in pain, so I kept pressing. I managed to get it all the way to the base before she gasped, "Oh, God, stop." The way she gasped it, though, was sexy as hell: not, "Oh, I'm in pain," but, "Oh, I can't take any more pleasure."

I left her with the dildo all the way in and kissed her buttocks one at a time, then ran my tongue up her backbone and kissed her neck and shoulders. I whispered sweet nothings into her ear for a moment, and when I felt her relax a little, I slipped my hand back, took hold of the base of the dildo, and pulled it back slightly, then pressed it in again.

She said, "Oof." That was all. It was pretty amusing, and I giggled and kissed her jawline. She turned her face to mine, and she had a smile on her lips, not serene, not completely happy, but smiling all the same. "It's pretty hard," she said in a whisper. "But don't stop."

So I pulled it back and pressed in again, working my way farther and farther out before I pressed back in. It wasn't fucking, in the strictest sense; I was easing out and easing in, rather than really pumping her ass. But she was taking it beautifully. I moved down so I could see it go in and out, and my god, I almost had an orgasm just watching. Her little butt is pink and so tight that it grips the shaft of the dildo as it comes out, distends ever so slightly. James is in for a treat. Hell, I wish I had a cock so I could fuck Sveta's ass. It looks delicious.

Finally I worked it out until nothing but the head was in, and pressed it home, and she gasped and moaned and screamed all at once. Her hand was moving on her cunt below, and she tensed and spurted two or three sharp spurts right onto my chest. It disappointed me that she hadn't given me any warning, but it's also a good sign; she'll probably be able to cum with a cock fucking her ass, which some gals can't. I don't know whether she'll be able to cum from anal alone, as I often can, but she'll be happy. It's a good sign.

She panted for me to stop, begged me to stop, and after working the dildo all the way back in, I let her rest for a moment. "That was wild," she said weakly when she finally caught her breath. "I need a drink, Lexi."

"Juice, okay," I said with a grin. "Maybe something else another time."

She laughed and nodded, and I left her there. I didn't think about walking down to the kitchen to get her a glass of juice naked, and she didn't say anything, but I guess it probably would have seemed odd to people who don't know my little secrets. Of course, maybe she thought I went and put a robe on. She didn't say anything about it.

Once she'd drunk the juice, she perked up a little, and said she wanted to try eating me out with the dildo still in her ass. I told her to go right ahead, but that I was already pretty wound up, so I wanted a big O. I was joking, but she looked like she took me seriously. Her movements were a little strange, like she was still getting used to the sensations, but she laid me back on the floor of the tub, got her face between my legs, and started licking.

I can't wait until she has enough skill to really 69, because I think she'll enjoy that. But with a cock up her ass and trying to please me, she had enough distractions without me trying to please her too. She parted my lips with her fingers and lapped at the entrance for a minute or so, until I told her to pay attention to the clit too, and so she moved up and started to suck on my little pink button. She even started fingering me below without me having to ask, and I was building toward orgasm when she broke off and asked if I wanted her to lick my ass too.

She's really something. Most girls don't jump right into rimjobs, but she was genuinely asking, not trying to please, just asking like it was the most normal thing in the world. And who was I to tell her that I'm not all that into rimjobs. I just sighed, "Yes, if you'd like to try that." And so she tried that. She worked her little ticklish tongue into my anus like she'd been doing it for years. She did come up to say that I tasted nice down there, and by God, I think she meant it. I mean, I was clean, but still, asshole is an acquired taste.

From her finger in my cunt and her tongue lapping the inside of my ass, I came quickly. It was the best orgasm she'd given me with her fingers and tongue, and I praised her, and she blushed and said she loved it too. I'll let her lick my ass any time she wants, and I told her so, and she giggled and said she would love to try it after James came in it. I laughed at that and told her the next time, she would absolutely have to do that.

There was a bit more time, and I wanted to show her how grateful I was and how great I think she is, so I told her to assume the position again, and then started working up to actually fucking her ass with the dildo. Sure, she'd had it in for a while now, and she was probably much more loose than she will be when James has her ass, but she's ready for him. I'm so glad, for her, for him, and for me because that means I get to watch. We've all three made a "play date" on the day after his birthday (he can't make it on the day) and Sveta promised she would hold off until then. I'm sure that she'll see him on his actual birthday and give him something, probably a good hard fuck.

Once I had made her cum again, weakly because of the distraction of having a dildo fucking her ass, I sent her home. Pulling the dil out was almost too much for me; I wanted to just keep Sveta there and fuck again and again. Her ass definitely has a little gape to it now when I pull the dildo out, and it was so sexy to see into her pink anus. I kissed her on it, and she giggled and her ass twitched. I think we both wish she could have stayed longer.

I'm going to have to get another dildo in that size with a base, I can tell, because I'm going to need to give the one I have to Sveta. For practice, and also pleasure. We did chat about protection some more, and I said that, like it or not, for the first time James should wear a condom to fuck her ass. I left the, "after the first time, he should keep wearing a condom until some testing and prevention measures have been taken," part unspoken. It really isn't fair to these kids that they can't bareback at all. I mean, if we could just get Sveta on the pill, he could cum in her pussy. She'd love that. And I'm worried that it will happen anyway, either with James, or if, as I hope, he's too much of a gentleman, with some other guy who gets Sveta drunk or something.

Still, I can't wait for James' birthday, because he's going to have a blast, and so will she, and so will I. I've also asked her to write me some naughty stories so I can share them, so who knows, maybe in the next few posts, there will be a story by Sveta and James.