Working Is For Chumps

Just a short post to say that I'm extremely overworked at the moment what with upcoming things, and that situation is unlikely to change in the short term, and it's awful for my love life. I didn't get any sex today. None. I've been working. I came home really late and I hoped that Dad might be up to making me feel a little better, but everyone was busy. So I had to make myself cum, and it just wasn't what I needed.

I've been talking to James and Sveta, and far from being awkward, it's really working out well. James tells me that he and Sveta got together on Saturday and made love in his room while his parents were out. He's still wearing a condom, and they're still being pretty plain vanilla. But he came twice, according to him, which isn't all that much really when you consider him. But it's good that they're fucking. She tried riding him but the poor kid got tuckered out. He says they had to be careful to fuck on a towel so her juices wouldn't get all over everything. Very thoughtful, those kids.

Sveta, on the other hand, has been asking me questions about technique and I've tried to answer them, but we're thinking that sooner or later they're going to have to come back to my house. We're all on the same page now and it's great. He knows that after he goes off to college it's likely that he may never see me again, and he's said that he's fine with that. Of course, a little closer to that time may change his mind. But I think he and Sveta may stick together, even though he's going off to a big school and she's got another year. Oh, I just let slip her age, didn't I? Naughty me. But now that they're both getting what they need from one another, there's no reason why they wouldn't stay together. They're very compatible. But who knows, maybe they'll break up. We'll see. I'm just happy things are working out better.

But I do miss having James' tireless passions directed at just me. Because I could use some tireless passion right now. Damn I'm horny and too tired to really do anything about it. Ah well. The kids will be coming over for another lesson as soon as I get a chance. I'm really viewing this as educational. I'm not his girlfriend. I'm the teacher. That's a good place for this to be. Mentoring.

Must try to get off again before I pass out from lack of sleep. Ta ta.

Birthday Presents

The images below have been removed because of Blogger's new no-nudes policy.  Sorry :(

No, not my birthday. It's a reader's birthday, and he was nice enough to write in and ask a question and request a photo. And since it's his birthday, I figured I'd go out on a limb and post a little racier photo. What the hell.


Yes, you can see my pink little nipple peeking out there. I have a few pics in this outfit; my sister took them in the garage. Maybe some other time I'll share another. Can't give them all away.
And now, the question as well.

"You mentioned playing with marbles before, and if I recall, about walking around, trying to keep them in. And another post where you went to school with a dildo inside you. And then you mentioned the beach. But what's the furthest you've gone in public and almost gotten caught? Or what was the hardest thing to do in public (such as keeping a dildo in all day) without letting people know what was going on?" - e b

Well, that's really two questions, so I'll handle the second part first. I would have to say it was the marbles that were the most difficult to walk around up inside me. I mean, a big rubber cock makes you walk a little funny, but it's not that hard to keep it in, and if you're wearing a skirt, no one has to know. I mean, the time I went to class DPed with the double dildo was close, because sitting on it was torture, but if I had been walking around it would have been much easier.

So yes, marbles, in either pussy or ass, or both. I've walked around filled with them, and whenever I dropped one I had to pick it up and put it back. That was tough to do without people noticing. But maybe they did notice and just didn't say anything.

But sex in public is hard too. I mean, I've told some stories about me and public sex, and some of them were more extreme than others, but the more people there are looking at you, the harder it is. Having sex on a nearly-deserted beach is easy, having sex on a crowded one is tough. But I've also been to parties where people were dancing so close they probably could have been having sex, and no one noticed because of the number of people there. I myself have fucked on the dance floor several times.

I don't count purposely letting someone watch as being caught, so to answer the first part, I would have to say that the furthest I've gone in public and actually been caught (like someone noticed and did something about it rather than just ignored it) was one year when my family was on vacation. We weren't at the beach; it was an autumn jaunt. I guess I was probably 16. Mari had gone off to college, and Sheri didn't come on the trip, so it was just the parents and me and Mike.

We were at restaurant and since I eat fast and Mike wasn't really hungry, we were sitting there at the table waiting for Mom and Dad to finish up. It was taking forever, and we were bored, and pretty soon I had slipped my hand over into his lap and was trying to unzip his fly. This was something we actually used to do a lot, my brother and me; where there was a tablecloth, there was an opportunity for me to tease him. I actually made him cum once, all over the floor of a fairly fancy restaurant. I pretended I dropped my fork so I could make sure he wasn't a total mess, and though there was a rather obvious cum stain on his pants leg, most of the spunk went into the table and onto the floor. God knows what the cleaning crew thought.

Anyway, I was just teasing him, but he leaned over and whispered that he didn't think he could take much more of this and he didn't want to have to wait the rest of the trip to get somewhere he could stick his dick in me. I don't think we fooled Mom and Dad at all, especially when we both got up at the same time, "to use the bathroom." He scouted the Men's Room out, and since it was late, we figured we'd be all clear.

I had my panties around my feet in a flash, before I even made it all the way through the door. He led me into a stall, pulled his pants down, bent me over the toilet, and stuck it inside like a desperate man. Sloppy, rough sex from a kid too young to drive. Ah, memories.

We were so wrapped up in what we were doing we didn't hear the door open, but we both heard the cough. "Um... kids, you need to leave," said a voice, and we both turned around stupidly and I realized that Mike had left the stall door open. This old cook, greasy apron and everything, was looking in at us with a frown on his face. But he didn't say anything else while we quickly and sheepishly tried our best to tidy up, then sneaked past him with our tails between our legs. He didn't even turn to watch us go, just headed for the urinal.

All in all, it could have been much worse. And the adrenaline rush was incredible. I wound up forcing Mom and Dad to pull over by a grove of trees, and then the two kids lit out for them giggling and squealing. Mike fucked me up against a tree, and I came again and again. I got splinters in my hands by the time he finally filled me, and did he fill me. I felt like a gallon of cum emptied out of me when he pulled out. Ruined my socks.

That was the time I remember being caught actually in the act. My boyfriend's mother caught me giving him a blowjob once, but I couldn't stop because he was just about to cum and I wanted it bad. I had my shirt hiked up, my boobs bare, my skirt up but fortunately still had my panties on (she didn't know that, minutes before, he had been feeling me up by pulling the panties out of the way). Subsequently he came, I swallowed, and she ushered me out. I wasn't allowed to see him again. Ah well.

And of course, I've been seen doing naughty things by many people, people who probably enjoyed the voyeurism. Maybe you've seen me. I'm the gal in the picture above.
Happy birthday, e b. Keep them questions coming, the rest of you. Or picture requests. Or nice words. Or whatever. Lexinaughtygirly(AT)gmail.com is where you can reach me.

EDIT: Okay, I can't just give you one picture. Consider this as my extra-special birthday blowjob by proxy.


I was younger and more foolish, but I still gave great head. Just ask the guy you can't see in this picture. I do look so cute in pigtails though. They bobbed when I did. Nice bouncy effect to a blowjob or to being plowed hard. Sort of like the oversized novelty breasts I never had. Maybe I should go back to wearing my hair in pigtails.

No, everyone would think I was having a midlife crisis. And I'm not old enough for that yet.

James and Sveta Again

Sorry guys, I got distracted. Then I got busy. Then I hurt my knee and was thinking about that for a while. Nothing serious, but enough to distract me. But I've got some spare time now and I need to finish about James and Sveta because I know you're all dying of anticipation.

Where was I? Oh yeah, I was scooping dribbles of cum out of my cunt and feeding them to Sveta. It was extremely erotic, actually; she just sat there next to me and opened her mouth and let me basically spoon-feed her. After two or three fingersfull, I asked if she would rather get it out herself, although I must confess I could have gone on feeding this beautiful teen forever. If I ran out of cum, I could have fed her fruit, or pudding, or even a sandwich. It was just so sexy.

She sucked on my fingers for a moment, then she nodded and flushed. James was sitting back on the couch watching, and enjoying too I'm sure. God he is a lucky little shit, isn't it? Anyway, I wasn't expecting Sveta to get down and start sucking my cunt clean, but she started gingerly scooping bits of cum off my my pussy without really touching it. I tried to squeeze as much out as I could for her, but finally I just had to tell her that I wasn't fragile and that she could explore inside. She blushed even more prettily and said she wasn't sure. So I took her hand and guided a finger into my passage. We rooted around for the last morsels of cum, which was pleasant for me, even though she's got a way to go as a lesbian, and then she licked her fingers clean a little nervously, like she expected the stuff inside to somehow taste different. She smiled when it didn't.

We lounged and talked about sex for a while. I told them about fun things I've done (without mentioning any names or identities), mostly stuff from college. I have a few funny stories. And I asked them things. I asked James whether he thought he was ready to please Sveta like he pleases me, and he was quick to say yes. I asked her if watching us had helped, and she nodded. They were actually looking at each other a lot, and I was beginning to feel like the third wheel.

Then Sveta said to James, "James, I want you to be my first. I want to do it right now. I can't stand it any more. But I want Lexi to be here in case something goes wrong." Sound thinker, this girl. After all, if we would just have chaperones our first time, I think things would be much more enjoyable. My first time, Mom held my hand and told me what to do, and Dad was a terrific partner who would have been fine alone.

James' cock was stiff as a rod, and he said, "Okay," as if he could have said anything else. They both looked at me.

Well I was still trying to believe the whole thing was happening, and this latest surprise really just passed straight through me. "If that's what you want," I said, a little blankly. "Do you want me to sit over here and give you some privacy for a little while?"

I think James might have said yes, but Sveta shook her head vehemently. I think there were a few things at work, one of which was probably that she wanted James to see that she could be just as brave on the subject of doing things in front of people as I was. She made a decision in her head and grabbed her sweater and pulled it over her head in one motion.

All the stuff I said about her with her clothes on is doubly true with her clothes off. She has breasts that look huge on her frame, although on me I'd probably look like my mom. She was wearing a conservative bra, but I could still see the hints of her nipples beneath it. Her arousal must have been killing her, what with all the talking and people lying around naked and watching her boyfriend have sex. James loves those breasts, and he must have really loved these. When she more slowly unhooked her bra and slipped it off her shoulders, her tits were even better. I love young breasts, the hint of stretch marks where they've grown in so quickly, their perkiness, the milky skin. They were much larger than mine but didn't sag a bit, with big brown nipples that were just pointed enough to stand out. Not your grandma's tits, these. I could have kicked James out and worked on Sveta myself, but I nobly restrained the urge and just sat there and watched without seemed judgemental.

James' eyes were riveted to these beauties, and when she crawled on her knees over to him and sat on the couch beside him, he took no time at all to start feeling them. His hands were on her tits and they started kissing, and I could see that they'd done this part a lot. Honestly, I don't know how Sveta kept him from at least feeling her up; I've had boyfriends who were much less into me who couldn't be stopped. But I never tried that hard.

I felt a little strange watching them make out, not because I feel odd watching people, but because it felt like they had forgotten I was there. We had plenty of time, and I figured it was best if they took as long as possible warming up. She stroked his cock, he stroked her nipples and arms and tummy, and they locked lips like they never wanted to let go. She's a little rounder than I am, certainly not fat, just a little plump in a comely sort of way. Honestly, I was eating her up with my eyes; I don't get to see pretty young things like that all that often.

Eventually James moved to suckling at her breasts and she just sat back, arched her back a little, and sighed as he pleased her. He's a good lover for me, and I'm sure he was being extra-good for her, and she has very little experience to compare. So she was having a ball. I could imagine before, when this was all they did, afterwards she must have rushed home to finger herself. At least I would have. She looked totally blissed out.

Eventually though, she stopped James and said, "I think I want to try sucking you now." I smiled. James looked really happy. This kid had just had two strong orgasms not too long ago and he was itching for a third, and then after that a fourth, because I knew she wanted him to cum in her mouth. And then I thought of something. "Kids," I said slowly, trying not to startle them. "I think, as the responsible adult here, I should provide you with condoms. Let me run and get some."

"Condoms for a blowjob?" asked James, like I was being a buzzkill.

"No, for later," I grinned. He saw what I meant and grinned too, and Sveta smiled at me and nodded.

When I got back from the supply chest (in our living room we have an emergency kit full of lube, condoms, and various other sundries one might need running out the door) Sveta was on her knees in front of James, and by God she was blowing him. All I could see was her head moving in his lap and her hands stroking, but when I came around to the side she was performing respectably for a beginner. I missed the first part so I can't tell you whether or not she had any qualms to begin, but certainly she didn't have any now. She had the head in her mouth and was stroking the shaft, a beginner's technique but still a fine one. "Stroke his balls, he likes that," I said softly. I didn't know whether I should be giving advice, but she didn't seem to mind.

Soon I had her licking all around his cock, not just the head, and stroking his shaft with one hand and his balls with the other. He was on the brink, and when I advised her to give him a little squeeze, he gasped that he was going to cum. She looked a little like she didn't know what to do, so I told her to put her mouth on the head again and suck and stroke, and she did. She started a little with the first splash of cum, like she was afraid he was pissing or something, but when she tasted it she got less nervous and milked his cock. She was swallowing as she went, which is less sexy but she'd never done it before.

"That was nice," James said after she licked her lips and looked up at him. "Really nice." He's going to have to work on his complimenting skills, but she was putty in his hands, so "nice" worked okay this time. I think she just wanted to know that she had done well, and she looked at me. I just smiled and nodded. "We don't have to do the rest right now," James said. I could have smacked him on the one hand, because obviously this girl needed to cum, hard, right away. She was breathing heavy and flushed. But another part of me applauded, because it was true, they could have just stopped. No sense in rushing things. But Sveta was thinking entirely of the first thing, so she shook her head. Not a girl of many words, but communicates quite well anyway.

She got back up and kissed him and the kisses became long and passionate again. And then James started to slip her skirt down and she stiffened up and pulled away. I got a little worried then. "Let me... do that," she said finally. I begin to wonder whether she might not have some history of abuse. I don't know, and I'm not going to push it. She stood and slipped her dress off, and her bottom looked as nice as her top. Again, rounder and plumper, but we're certainly not talking overweight. Not even close. Just round and soft and tiny. Her ass wasn't as cute as mine, I'll admit (okay, twist my arm) but it didn't show a trace of fat, just shapely curves. Her panties were sexy though, silk with lace. Sort of out of character, actually.

I couldn't see the front, but James could, and he was happy to see them. He got up too and kissed her and held her close, very tender. She wrapped her arms around him and they just stood there and kissed. So sweet, wish I'd had a video camera. "The First Time I Saw Sveta's Panties," a Kodak moment. But eventually James' hands started wandering and finally, nervously it seemed, settled on the small of her back where he could run his hands up and down, just under the waist of the panties. Then he stopped.

"What's wrong?" I asked without really knowing why. But then I saw that Sveta was crying softly on James' shoulder. "Oh God honey, is everything okay?"

"I'm just nervous, and scared," she sniffled. James, bless his heart, just kept holding her.

I went around to look her in the face. "Honey, you really don't have to do this. I know it's a big thing, and that you're worried. I don't want you to be pressured into doing anything just because I'm here. Maybe it would be better if I left..."

"No!" she interrupted. "No, I need you here. I need you just in case I get hurt." She was so scared, thought she was going to be damaged. I think if I actually had been a responsible adult I would have stopped them, no matter what. But I'm not. I'm like their aunt who lets them do irresponsible things in a safe environment.

"Well honey, in order for James to be able to satisfy you, you're going to have to let him touch you."

She grinned at that. I was joking, really I was. Not being serious at all. I smiled back. She just kept looking into my eyes and I couldn't very well look away, so I didn't even notice when she dropped her panties slowly to the floor. James did though; he said, "Wow," softly, and she grinned and looked at him, and they just looked at each other for a while. Ah, young love.

I moved away again to give them space, and I could see what James was talking about. She didn't have a tan line or anything, slightly tanned hips and thighs, and the crack of her ass, the globes of it, were beautiful. Again, I had to restrain myself from rushing in and taking a bite. When they finally broke their embrace I could see, for the first time, her cute teen pussy, with just a thin covering of hair, mousy brown and disheveled just like her head. I'm not normally a big fan of pubes; I like them in their place if at all, but she had very cute pubes. I hoped it wouldn't throw James off.

As it turned out, it didn't. He helped her lie down on the floor, then he kissed his way (a little quickly, perhaps) down her body, stopping to pay homage to her breasts, kissing her cute belly button, then moving to stare down at her pussy. "Spread your legs for him," I told Sveta, coming a little closer. She did, and I could see her pussy lips in the center of the patch of hair, small, pink, and adorable. "James, don't rush it, and don't put your fingers inside. She's not ready for that yet."

He tried to the best of his ability, but I think testosterone was starting to take over. He wanted her bad, so bad it was clouding his judgement. See, this is why I'm glad I was there. If I hadn't been, he might have hurt her. But he started kissing and licking, spreading her lips with his fingers, doing all the things I'd taught him. When his tongue delved into her pussy for the first time she gasped and looked like she was about to jump up and run, so I got down next to her and put my hand on her shoulder. I was so close to her breasts I could almost touch them, but again, restraint restraint. She was burning up, poor thing; her skin was hot to the touch.

I made sure to keep an eye on James, and when he did things too fast, or too soon, or just in the wrong way for this girl (because he's used to me, and I like different things, which is why it's also important to gain experience with multiple partners) I guided him back onto the path. Sveta had her hand on mine now and was squeezing it. I asked her how she felt, and she just smiled and nodded quickly. Her legs were wide open now, knees bent, feet splayed. She wasn't pulling away any more.

I decided that it was important for him to give her an orgasm first, but although she was obviously enjoying it, any time it looked like she might be getting close, she seemed to try to stop herself. Finally I asked her if she wanted to cum. She didn't answer at first, but finally she said that she did, but she didn't want to make a mess. That's when I found out that our Sveta is a gusher. Maybe that's part of the reason she's worried about sex. She told me, a little breathlessly, that the only place she could masturbate was in the bathroom, naked, because otherwise she made a mess. She was afraid she was peeing herself. Well that was an easy enough problem to solve. I told her that some of my best friends gushed, and that far from being bad, it was really very good. But I told James that maybe, for the first time, he should be ready.

Well, she's not an easy O, but when she cums, she cums hard. She cried out that it was happening and then, even though James was only rubbing her clit with a finger and had pulled away a little, she managed to soak his face. There was a puddle on the floor that sank into the carpet (but with the rumpus room, the carpet is already a CSI nightmare). She stopped almost as quickly as she started, but she was still vibrating a little, and I told James to get back in there and finish up.

He looked a little worried but I glared at him and he put his face back between her legs and started licking and sucking, and there were more splashes and her hips bucked. Honestly, she squirted more than I've ever seen outside of porno. I'm not one to try to corrupt people, but if I was, I could get her a gig in nothing flat. I wished I could have seen it from the business end. Finally she cried out for him to stop and just lay there, panting, her hand grabbing mine like a vice.

James came up for air with a look on his face that was part awe, part satisfaction. I think he might have thought that he'd done really well if she made this much of a mess. I'll have to disabuse him of that notion later. But he did do well, and he said that it didn't taste any different from any other pussy juice, there was just more of it. That reassured Sveta a lot, I think.

I extracted my hand and fetched her a glass of water, which she drained. Hydration for squirters is important. She and James were looking at one another with that puppydog look again, but when I made to move away, Sveta grabbed my hand and pulled me back. "I think I'm ready to try... it," she said slowly, a little spaced out from the O. "But I need you here, in case." I reassured her that I would be right there.

James' cock was rock hard by now, and I handed him a condom. "I wish I didn't have to wear this," he said sheepishly as he slipped it on.

"I wish you didn't either," she said.

"But you have to," I said, the voice of authority (oh, who am I kidding, I was hoping they'd brush me off when I said it, because I'm a perv). "Now Sveta, spread your legs wide, and James, slowly, slowly." I was going to suggest lube, but frankly, her pussy was lubed enough, and the condom was lubricated too. Sveta gripped my hand tight and I gave her a little squeeze of encouragement as James got between her legs and aimed his cock. Actually, now that I think of it, missionary is probably not the best first-time position as far as insertion goes. I think the animals have the best idea. It's much easier to put a cock in from behind because the parts line up nicely, whereas lying face to face, you have to basically support yourself with one hand while you aim without being able to see with the other. But it's tradition I guess, and I wasn't thinking straight at the time.

When his cock nudged her lips she tightened her grip on me and looked at me, but I whispered, "Look in his eyes, tell him what to do," because not only is that important but you only get one chance to be popped and it's best to look your lover in the face while it happens. It's a magical moment. Maybe that's why missionary is popular for first times. Anyone have any theories? How did you do it the first time?

Anyway, James sank it until he met resistance, and then he stopped and both of them looked at me worriedly. "It'll be over quickly," I said. "But don't look at me. Look at each other. James, you have to hurt her a little. Sveta, he doesn't mean to." I wasn't being really coherent, and for my own kids I will have to prepare a better speech. But they looked back at each other, and I could see that James was worried about hurting her and Sveta was probably already feeling a little pain from the pressure.

And then she moaned softly and his hips sank down and it was over. Despite wanting to look him in the eyes, Sveta had hers clenched shut, and she was biting her lip. I think it hurt her more than it hurt me my first time, but maybe it's an age thing, or maybe just that we're different people. James' cock certainly wasn't as big as my first, and her pussy was larger too. But maybe I'm special. I don't know too many other girls who were taken so young. Mari said she didn't hurt much either, and Sheri of course claims she didn't hurt at all (but she was young and stupid, sorry sis).

"Now just stay like that for a while James, she's still hurting and she needs time to get used to you." Sveta had opened her eyes and was no longer looking as pained, which was a good sign.

"You were right," she said a little breathlessly. "It hurt, but it wasn't that bad." I think she might have been trying to convince herself. "And now it's starting to feel really nice." That was a good sign. Her hand was still clutching mine, though.

"It feels nice for me too," said James. These kids and "nice," what's up with that? Ah well, they'll get vocabularies in college I guess. I've never had a cock, nor have I ever used my cock to pop someone, so I don't know, maybe the only word there is for it is "nice."

When I judged a sufficient period had passed, I asked Sveta if she was ready to try some more, and she nodded, so I told James to begin slowly, just pull out a little and then push back in. He started rocking his hips into hers, a little faster than maybe he should have, but though she grimaced the first few times she wasn't saying stop. Eventually he was fucking her properly, gently, slowly, but still going in and out all the way, and she was loving it. And it turned out that having a cock inside her was what Sveta needed. She flushed all over and whimpered and came quite quickly, and I told James to keep going no matter what, because it's very important not to stop in the middle of a woman's climax, guys.

Sveta didn't gush as much, and once she came down shortly thereafter (I bet once they get a rhythm and some communication, he'll be able to keep her cumming for a long time, though; she has the look) she said that it felt different, better, not just like a release. I can't believe I basically interviewed her about her orgasm while James was still fucking her, but I did, just so I could bring you the scoop.

After a few minutes he was lying full on top of her with one hand on her breasts and one hand barely supporting him, and they were kissing. She finally let go of my hand and wrapped him in her arms, and all there was was the sound of his cock slurping in and out. I figured it was my time to move away, so I crawled around so I could see the business end of things. And when she came again, I finally saw her gush, probably not as strong as the first time, because I'm pretty sure that her first O would have forced his cock out of her, but the liquid gushed out around his cock and ran down her ass. She has a cute little button of an asshole too, brownish-pink and just as adorable as her slit. There was just a hint of pink on her buttocks, probably what little blood had come, but most of it had washed off.

James lasted a long time, probably a combination of effort and the fact that this was orgasm four in as many hours. When he got close he grunted something in her ear, and she said, "Pull out, I want to taste it again." He pulled out and got his condom off, but couldn't make it to her face before he started spurting, so she get messy, all over her tummy and breasts. She didn't seem to mind, and he certainly didn't.

But it wouldn't have been that day without one final surprise. Sveta looked over at me as James moved up to let her suck the last remants off his cock, and she pointed at the cum on her body and beckoned. When I didn't move, she stopped sucking for a moment and said, "Lexi, thank you. I'm so glad you helped us. Please, you've earned a taste."

I wish she'd meant of her beautiful snatch, but I had to make do with licking cum off her hot teen body. She really is hot in all senses of the word; she was still piping hot on my tongue minutes after she finished with sex. I managed to surreptitiously get a taste of one of her breasts as I licked her, but the rest will have to wait, because I don't think she's quite ready to switch-hit.

There wasn't a lot of talking after that. Sveta went to the bathroom and James and I tried to discuss things but really couldn't. So we're sort of in the same situation, only now it's completely different (wow, coherent, that). Sveta came down again and kissed James and then actually kissed me (I felt her hot little body pressed against mine, but it was just on the cheek) and said she was so happy. She really looked it. She put her clothes back on and James did too, and they walked out together. I hope he offered to drive her home or something.

As for me, I got out a nice big dil and stuck it in my ass and was just about to go do something else when James showed up again. Either he took her home and came back, or he made her go home by herself. For his sake, I hope it was the former. He just kissed me, very masculine, very forceful, and pulled the dildo out of my ass and bent me over the arm of the couch while he undressed quickly, then buggered me like he hadn't done anything else that day. I came twice, he came up my butt, and then he left without saying a word.

Damn.

Wow, Just Wow

Wow indeed.

Okay, that's all.

Only kidding. I'm just a little taken aback by yesterday. A little breathless, shall we say. A little... out of it.

Can you guess why? Go on, I bet you can't. Try it. I'm happy about it, but it's something I never would have expected either.

Okay, enough suspense. Since it was MLK Day yesterday, all the schools had off. And I just happened to have off too, not because of public holidays (we don't celebrate them in the theatre) but by coincidence. So I made plans to meet with James and Sveta (his other girl, in case you've lost track of my fanciful names) to talk about all the stuff I was talking about last post. We met at my house because we could have some privacy to talk things out there. I made sure that my parents would be out of the way.

They came separately, which I didn't take to be a good sign. Me, I would have wanted to be picked up and brought to a meeting like this, or at least talk it over beforehand, or something. James showed up first, and the sight of me gave him a hardon but I had to tell him, "Down boy, not today." I wasn't even wearing anything flashy, just blouse and jeans, the kind of thing I like to meet people in.

Then Sveta showed up, and my God, if I'd had a penis, it would have gotten hard. She's cute as a button, mousy-brown hair with looks perpetually disheveled or she was just disheveled that day, petite figure with height to match (as opposed to yours truly), such a cute little face, but breasts that made my mouth water, must have been at least a D cup and on her frame they looked even larger. She was wearing a sweater and a long dress, very bookish, very cute. I moistened my panties a little looking at her, but I tried not to show it, just introduced myself.

We took a while to get around to the actual reason for the visit, talked about some random crap like you do with people who aren't comfortable. I got drinks (non-alcoholic) for everyone and made sure that Mom and Dad were both actually out of the house and not sneaking back in to spy.

When we finally wound around to the subject at hand, I could tell that both James and Sveta were shy about it (although he's not shy when he's alone with me) so I had to do most of the talking. I basically spelled out what I've been trying to spell out for a while now, about how it's not really appropriate for Sveta to have to share James with me and how I felt it would be better for everyone if the two of them saw each other exclusively. It was pretty tame to begin with.

Then Sveta floored me when she said she wasn't sure if that was wise, that she wasn't sure she could give James what I give him. I didn't really know just how explicit the information she had was, but apparently James told her pretty much everything, at least as far as the fact that he and I were regularly having sex, and probably what kind of sex and how often. James looked a little like he was afraid we would both cut him off and he'd never get sex again, and I sensed that and said that it would be good for James to have to work for it, that I was sure he would be a fantastic lover for Sveta too. She looked uncomfortable at that.

Then we got into the nitty gritty, which is that Sveta is terrified of sex. She's not an abuse victim, but she's both afraid that it will hurt her somehow and that she won't be any good. See what happens when you raise kids without telling them about sex? She's a beautiful girl, very attractive, and she's well past the age where this should be an issue. But I felt really guilty, because I think the fact that James fucks me was terribly intimidating for poor Sveta, on top of whatever insecurities she already had.

So I had to give her a talk. I just had to. All the stuff I believe about sex (well, leaving out the incest stuff because it seemed like that might be a bit much for the moment) and how I love it and it's not painful or hurtful as long as you're reasonably careful, and how popping your cherry with someone you care about is really beautiful and all that stuff that I won't bore you with. She was reasonably well-informed on the basics, but I think anal freaked her out (shame on James for telling her that) and I think maybe she thought that he would want to do that with her. I reassured her that she didn't have to but that she might really enjoy it. She was practically in tears. I felt really bad for her, and I hope James felt a little like a heel, because he needed a bit of putting in his place.

I comforted and we talked and James finally began chiming in about how he was really sorry and how he thought she was beautiful too and how he would wait as long as she wanted. We got fairly personal: I asked her if she masturbated, and she shyly said yes, and I told her that sex was like that only better. That perked her up a little; I don't know why, but I think she had this idea that sex was big and serious and totally removed from simple pleasure and orgasm. Like I said, nurture issues there. I'd hate to meet her parents. Or maybe not; I don't know, they could be just fine. Anyway...

She still was pretty freaked out, and I think once the fears about sex being terribly serious faded a little, the insecurities about being able to please James after he'd had me took the forefront. And I felt like a heel, deservedly so. I don't understand how I could have done this; it wasn't a good idea at all, sleeping with James so often, letting him do basically whatever he wanted. I think it's left-over spoiling from my brother; the women in the family spoiled Mike rotten.

And then Sveta asked if she could ask me something in private. James was pretty resistant to that; I think he thought we were going to gossip about him or something. Probably a safe fear. But finally we coaxed him out of the room, girl-time only. And the other shoe dropped, which was the first real surprise of the day (finding out that James told Sveta particulars was a shock, but it wasn't completely unexpected). Sveta asked me if I would show her what to do.

What was I supposed to say to that? "No, learn your own damn self?" I'd already taught James. I stammered for a moment and she blushed and I was afraid she was going to curl into a little embarrassed ball and disappear. So I asked her how she meant. I didn't expect her to want to do any girl-on-girl stuff; I figured she wanted pointers on pleasing her man, or something Cosmo like that. But she said she wanted to watch.

When I pulled my jaw up off the floor long enough to reassure her that I wasn't judging her, that she shouldn't be embarrassed to ask, all that stuff, I did have to ask her whether she wouldn't rather just borrow a porno or something. She said she wasn't interested in fake sex; she wanted the real thing, and she wanted to see what James would do so she wouldn't be scared. And I guess it started to make sense to me. After all, how did my parents teach the kids about sex? They let us watch them. It's totally different from porn, real, loving, safe... all the things Sveta needed to see. I just still couldn't really believe it. I mean, it seemed out there to me.

I said I wasn't sure that was a good idea, and that it wouldn't be a good idea to do it without James knowing. He should be part of the decision. So after I reassured her that I wasn't mad or anything and I doubted James would be either (after all, he's the one fucking me on the side and then telling her about it, so even if he was going to be mad about it, I would talk him into it if I saw fit because he had to make this right, and so did I), we called James back in from the hallway (we were down in the basement, like always).

He seemed more nervous about performing for an audience than anything else. He hemmed and hawed and finally we both sort of made up our minds simultaneously and said we would do it for Sveta. I was trapped in, "I can't believe this is happening," Land, but it was happening, and I have no problem taking my clothes off for an audience, so I stood up and started unbuttoning my blouse. I got down to the underwear (very sensible and boring because I hadn't expected anything like this) before James even started fumbling with his shirt. "James," I said, "you have to show Sveta how good a lover you are. She deserves the best, better than I do." Sveta blushed at at and smiled a little. I was making headway. "So you've got to take me. Be strong, be brave. She's not judging you, and neither am I. But you've got to be the man. Be in control. Sveta will need that when the time comes."

I was trying to buck him up a little, because there's nothing I wanted less than to have him do poorly in front of Sveta. "Act like she's not even there for right now," I said. I think that was more than I could ask, but I asked it anyway. I figured once he got into it he'd lose track of his surroundings.

He managed to strip down to his tighty-whiteys shyly, and we were still basically on opposite ends of the country. So I moved over toward him and put his arms around me and kissed him. He was a dead fish at first, but a little rubbing up against him warmed him up, and pretty soon he hand his hands stroking my tits inside the bra and his tongue in my mouth. He managed to get the bra off without a hitch, which I was impressed at, and then when it fell to the floor he switched his attention to my breasts. I could imagine him lavishing the same attention on Sveta's much plumper boobs and grew a little dewy in my panties. And then his fingers slipped down my back to my ass and gave the dew a stir.

I was naked and he still had his underwear on, but he was going to town on my body on the floor. I looked back at Sveta and she looked flushed, a combination of excitement and embarrassment I think. She wasn't making any obvious moves, just watching James go to town on my body. "He's very good," I offered, although I guess I should have kept my mouth shut because most people don't chat while being felt up. But I wanted her to feel totally comfortable.

"I know," she said with a weak smile. "He loves to kiss me there too."

"I bet; you've got beautiful breasts." She blushed prettily. "But he's even better downstairs."

"I've never... I mean, I can't..." she faltered.

"It's okay, it's okay, you'll see how good he is," I said soothingly, then nudged James because my nipples were as hard as they were likely to get. I was trying to remember how my parents had shown the kids and do something similar, although she was much older than I had been and she knew the mechanics already, so it had to be a little different. James finally made his way down to my snatch, and I beckoned Sveta. "You can come closer and look if you want," I said. She shook her head quickly. I didn't push it.

Speaking of pushing it, when I felt a little O building I told Sveta so. She seemed a little surprised that James could make that happen (I hope for his sake that she's fairly orgasmic, like I am, or they might be disappointed later on), and when I started gasping in the throes of it, I think she was worried it was hurting me. I tried the best I could to reassure her.

Once James tasted orgasm on his tongue he wanted more, and I lay back and let him try. He can't keep me going as well as some, but that will come with time. He did give me another fairly shortly thereafter, and I was pleased to see the Sveta had moved a little closer to get a better look. In truth, being watched was making me very aroused all by itself, and the situation made it better. Finally I asked James if he wanted head, because I wanted Sveta to see that. Even if she couldn't fuck him right off, at least she could blow him. I think James didn't need any help, but he stood up and saw Sveta sitting closer and remembered what was going on and then he needed help after all.

I slowly pulled his underwear down to expose his cock at half-staff, and I could tell from Sveta's look that she had seen it before. They must have tried, or she's given him a handjob, or something. She didn't seem shocked by it, anyway. She even leaned in when I started sucking. I paused for a moment to reassure her that the taste was fine, that it wasn't disgusting at all, that James kept himself nice and clean, because too many girls think that sucking cock is horribly dirty and nasty. Again, if you've tried it and it's not your thing, that's fine, but if you're just afraid of it, give it a try, preferably with a clean guy, maybe in the shower. She didn't seem too phased by that, so I guess it wasn't an issue.

James came back to life in my mouth and I sucked him conservatively because I didn't want to intimidate Sveta. He knows better than to try to fuck a girl's mouth, and while he enjoys being throated, I'm sure he'll take to her lips and tongue just fine without anything fancy. And who knows, maybe she'll learn to suck cock like me. I don't think James wanted to explode in my mouth, but I wanted to prime his pump so he would last longer. He bucked a little when he came and I pulled him out of my mouth and let him spray on my face and tits, partially because I wanted her to see, partially because I wanted her to know that she didn't have to swallow.

She was fascinated by the cum, came close in to look at it, which freaked James out a little. I asked her if she had ever tasted it, and she said no, but when I scooped up a little on a finger and offered it to her, she gingerly licked it like she was expecting it to burn her tongue, but when it didn't she cleaned my finger. I offered her more but she shook her head, although she was smiling now and some of the fear had left her. I cleaned the rest off myself, not wanting it to go to waste, and swallowed it. She looked impressed at that, but I told her it was nothing, an acquired taste. She said she didn't think it was too bad, actually.

James was standing there the whole time with a deflated cock, looking very nervous. I sat him down on the couch and started kissing him again and we warmed up in a minute or so. He went back to sucking my tits and fingering my snatch and I told Sveta that part of what was great about him was that he didn't just cum and roll over and go to sleep. I was trying to put a positive spin on it, because the negative side was that she would be hard-pressed to wear him out, and to some women that's the only gauge of success.

Then she asked him if she could feel his cock, and he looked at me like I was going to get jealous. I gave him a nod and she moved in and started stroking his cock. I let him sit there like a stone for a while, then I nudged him and looked at my tits and pussy, and he took the hint. I think he was beginning to enjoy himself; after all, how many guys his age get to have what amounts to a threesome with two hot women?

Finally he got hard again and was starting to have trouble concentrating on anything but the increasingly energetic handjob he was getting, so I looked at Sveta and smiled and said I thought it was time for James to show off the best part of all. He wanted to take me from behind but I convinced him that Sveta needed to see the basic positions before anything else, so he laid me down on the floor with a pillow for my head and got between my legs. His mind was on fucking, which is where I wanted it, but I nodded to Sveta to come near my head so she could see him mount me. She looked increasingly spacey, arousal no doubt, which was also a good sign.

James penetrated me slowly and carefully, like it was our first time, and then he took my hips in his hands and started thrusting, slowly but surely. I wasn't in much danger of exploding, but it felt nice to have him inside me, and with Sveta watching, it was even sexier. She moved around to the rear to get a look at him pushing into my cunt. "See, it's not painful at all," I said to her.

"You're not a virgin," she said.

"It's really not a big deal. James will go slowly and make sure you're ready before he pops you, and then once it happens there will be a little pain but a lot of pleasure too." I found myself talking like James would be the one to pop her, which wasn't unreasonable but at the same time wasn't really fair.

"Once I almost popped it myself with my fingers, and it hurt a lot," she said with a worried look over James' shoulder.

"Well, I really think you won't hurt long," I said. "It's like jumping into cold water: for a moment it's really cold, but then you adjust." To be truthful, I was being a little positive here, because it does hurt more for some people, but I was trying to put a good spin on it and of course I was being fucked while I was talking, which put a different spin of its own on it.

I wrapped my legs around James and pulled him down to kiss me, and we fucked like that, with me looking into Sveta's face as she watched James furrow me. I think she wanted to touch something; her hands gripped the carpet. Maybe she wanted to finger herself; I don't know. I assumed at the time she wanted to do that, but maybe she wanted to touch his cock, feel it slick with pussy juices. Or maybe she wanted to touch my cunt, to make sure it felt like hers and wasn't special.

After a few minutes I whispered to James that I should ride him, and then told Sveta that I would show her that she could be in control too. We rolled without disengaging and I started bouncing on him, feeling his cock jut into my cunt pleasantly. Sveta came around and seemed captivated by my bouncing breasts, although I could imagine that hers would bounce even more prettily. I had my hands behind me and my back arched, and when James, good boy that he is, began diddling my clit, I cried out his name and exploded, a nice big O this time. Sveta wasn't even worried from what I could tell; she was fixated on the motion of our bodies together.

Somewhere in the middle of my orgasm, James stiffened and came inside me, and that brought me back to earth. When I stopped panting and writhing and he stopped gripping my buttocks and pulling them down to him, I explained that I was on the pill and wasn't worried about STDs, but that normally we would have used a condom. Sveta didn't seem particularly bothered by that. She asked if I would let her taste the cum. That's when I knew she had put aside the biggest problems and was ready to move on. So I was happy I had been able to reach her. Not typical therapy, but effective I think.

But wait, there's more. I need to break off right now, but I'll be back with the remainder in a bit.

Boredom Doesn't Do Good Things To Me

I'm very susceptible to boredom, and when I get bored I tend to make bad choices. Which is why, whenever I've had the free time (which hasn't been that often, actually), for the past few weeks I've been getting together with James whenever possible. I know, I said I was breaking up with him, that I was going to let him and his new girlfriend Sveta alone and hope that they would just get it together and he wouldn't need me any more. And I tried. Really I did. After we talked about the three of us getting together and talking, I tried to just keep it from happening. I tried to cut him off, and for a while it was working.

But we kept talking, on and off, emails and phone calls and all that. And even though I tried, eventually he wore me down, and the day after Christmas he was over again. We didn't have a lot of time, because he needed to be somewhere, but I let him bend me over the couch with his shirt still on and his pants down around his waist. I really enjoy being fucked by him; he's gotten a lot of experience and he's pretty much always ready to go.

Then he was away, and I was away, and then after that I was busy, but we kept talking, and he finally told me that Sveta is really worried about sex, kind of hung up about it. They've made out a lot, and she'll let him see her tits (which, according to him, are very nice, although he made sure to add that they're not as nice as mine, and I'm a sucker for flattery like that) and grab her rear but any time he tries to move on to feel her up she gets cold feet. So he's not getting any from her, and it doesn't seem like it's likely to happen, and she doesn't seem to care if he gets it somewhere else, so he's been turning to me.

I don't know how little I like this situation. Obviously something's up, and I don't like that James sees me as a fallback. He likes Sveta and they're the same age so they can do things together, actually date, rather than just meeting up for quickies. But I worry that if he doesn't figure out what's going on, he'll lose her. It's not because she doesn't believe in it or anything; they've talked about it and she just says she's not ready yet. I might have to meet her after all.

Anyway, after that conversation we met up more frequently: I've picked him up in my car, he's stopped by the house after school, and we had one marathon session of a couple of hours in his room while his parents were out. They almost caught us, actually; I left just as they were pulling up. But that was a good evening.

He's had me in the ass a couple of times since our first long session, without a condom, which I know is very bad but I've stopped being able to refuse him anything, really, when it comes to sex. We fucked once, very rough and sweaty, in the back of my car, with me sitting in his lap and his cock pressed up into my colon, fully clothed except his fly was open and my panties were around my ankles. And then during the marathon... well, let me tell you about that.

We planned it: he knew his parents would be out for the evening and I had a few hours free, so he called me the second they started getting ready and I headed over and waited for them to drive away. I wore a jacket, and then under that a t-shirt and skirt with no underwear at all. He met me at the door wearing a t-shirt and pajama bottoms, and I could tell that was all. We rushed upstairs to his room and started kissing immediately. There was an electricity to it, a real sense of need and urgency. We got naked almost immediately, like our clothes were just dematerialized.

Then, without even sitting down on the bed, I pressed him up against the wall and then turned us both around so I was against it, lifted a leg up and told him to fuck me hard. He didn't need it to be said twice; he got his cock up into my cunt so fast my head spun, then he started rutting me. My ass bumped against the wall with every thrust, and it was a good thing it was an exterior wall because I think I might have gone through the plaster otherwise. It was bone crunching, messy fucking like I need sometimes, and I think he needed it too, because he came more quickly than is usual. He even apologized.

I cleaned him off and then lay back on the bed and gave him a little show, just stroking my clit and feeling the cum ooze out. He stayed half-hard watching, then I was surprised when he got down and started stroking too. Most guys his age are deathly afraid of cum, but he didn't seem to mind it much. In fact, he started eating me out, and I just know he got a mouthful of his own cum. It was hot as hell, and I came, which forced even more cum into his mouth. When he finished, he did wipe his mouth off with his hands and commented that it made me taste different. I sat up and licked his hand clean and told him that he was so sexy for doing that.

That was all he needed. He grabbed my hips and went into me again missionary style, which was a big turn-on for me. I could see his face as he fucked me, and it was adorable how he was obviously working to prove how sexy he really was. I could see the strain in his eyes when he got close, but he didn't slow down, and then he looked away and was obviously trying to think about anything but cumming. Very sweet, very cute, that's why I love being fucked by him. Reminds me a bit of my brother, but with more of an adoration of the temple of my body, and less expectation. Mike has never needed to ask. James feels lucky to be allowed. It's a good feeling.

He managed to hold off until I came, or at least until I was very close, then he shot spunk into me hard, slammed his hips to mine and moved down to press me into the bed. It was very sexy, and the pressure kept me cumming longer than he did, but he didn't pull out, just stayed there until I came down.

We still had an hour until his parents were due back, so I cleaned him and then asked him if he wanted to eat more or whether the first time had been enough. I don't think he would have said no if I'd asked him to eat my shit, but lucky for him I would never do that. He was more confident, I noticed, because now he knew that his cum wasn't going to kill him or taste nasty. I had a small O from his tongue, and when he came up for air he actually licked his lips and swallowed. My God it was beautiful. That's why I can't say no to him; he does things like that and I go all weak at the knees. Well, the knees and points above.

I wanted to return the favor so I sat him down on the bed and got on my knees and gave him excellent, high-quality head like the pro I like to think I am. Well, not pro, but very good. He got into being deepthroated and I even let him grab my head and fuck himself down my throat a few times before I had to come up for air and tell him to always ask before he did that. He looked like a wounded puppy after I said that, promised he'd never do it again, and I just got up and kissed him to shut him up, then asked him if he was willing to stick it in my butt before I had to leave.

He lit up a little at that, then when I bent over the bed and slapped my ass invitingly he got up and got behind me. I told him to stick his cock in my pussy a few times first, to get lubed up a little, and then he pressed into my asshole and I just lay there and enjoyed it. He moved slowly at first, still nervous a little I think, or just being polite, whichever. But he sped up after a few thrusts until he was rodgering me roundly, as they say. I put my fingers on my pussy and massaged and he gripped my buttocks and grunted as he thrust.

I came again, soft and weak, crying out a little, and he came soon after. And since he had been a trooper and eaten his own cum, I cleaned him off, even though I'm not the biggest on cocks that have just been in my bowels. It's not anything major, just mostly the scat thing. But I was clean, and I've never had problems with it, even though supposedly you can. I don't recommend it as common practice, or anything.

Bless his heart, he wanted to eat the cum out of my ass, or maybe didn't want to but was trying to prove something, but there wasn't much time and I didn't want to risk it, so I told him it wasn't important. I got my skirt and shirt back on, collecting a few dribbles of cum that oozed out as I did, then went to the bathroom to try not to leave cumstains on the carpet. And then we heard a car pulling up, so he, still half-naked, rushed me out the back door.

I left my jacket, so I was cold on the ride home, but it gave me an excuse to see him again. And see him again I did. But now I need to speak to both him and Sveta, because I think it's getting out of hand. If she's really not interested, there must be a reason, and they need to talk about it if they're going to have any hope of a good relationship. I'm not saying that she needs to put out, but he needs to understand that, and I also need to drop the bomb of not being his go-to gal any more, because it's getting awkward. But I still fucked him this afternoon after school. In my car. Behind some trees. Thinking about it is getting me incredibly horny. I need to do something about that too.

Sandy Vagina

Well, it's a South Park reference, but it's true. I'm going to talk more about the beach, and why I don't really like beaches.

The beach I mentioned last time was the exception, not the rule. Most of the beaches I've been to have given me severe sunburn, and that's a strike against them before we've even started. Ever tried fucking with sunburn? My advice is to use the time for some sensual massage with aloe, because anything strenuous will hurt, no matter whether you're burned in delicate areas or not. I've been fucked on my back while I was sporting a terrific sunburn on my shoulders, and it's one of the few times I've ever stopped sex in the middle. It was just too much pain to deal with. And the asshole who was doing me didn't want to stop, wanted me to finish him, was just needy needy needy. I should have known better. I finally let him talk me into getting on my hands and knees, but every move of his body was like fire. I didn't cum at all, and when he pulled out without warning me and sprayed my back with cum, that hurt like a bitch. We didn't see each other after that. Fuckhead.

I've actually gotten sunburned on my pussy, and there was no loving for several days after that. This was back in my youth when I was dumb enough to believe that, if I just worked at it, I'd stop burning. I used to lie in the sun for way longer than was healthy, and even with strong sunblock on, I would burn eventually. Putting aloe on your cunt is not erotic, it's just annoying. My ass burns too, not the anus, but the cheeks, and then I don't want anyone spreading my legs. So the sun, bad news for me.

And then of course there's sand. Guys, I know that you can get sand in places that are uncomfortable, but sand in the pussy is unpleasant for everyone. The gal feels all itchy and scratched, and if you go down on her, you get grit in your teeth, and if you stick the dick in there, anytime you thrust you're taking a chance. Don't get me wrong, I've fucked on the beach plenty of times, but I can think of a number of times when we've had to stop to try to clean out my cunt, because the grit was working into his head. So sand is also not fun.

Salt water is terrific for the skin for a while, but eventually it chafes, because seawater isn't just salt, it's little grit and minerals and all sorts of things. If you get wet and then let yourself dry, you feel like shit for the rest of the day. I don't know how beach bunnies do it. My nipples chafe, my cunt chafes, my asshole chafes, and that's just from walking around. The absolute best thing to do after the beach is take a shower, and coincidentally that's the best place to fuck after the beach too.

And the people. It's hard these days to find seclusion on the beach. You have to go early or late in the day and in the season, and you have to know where to go. Not that people are always bad. Once my boyfriend at the time and I went to a fairly crowded beach because we both got off on misbehaving in public. This wasn't a nude beach either, lots of old people and kids and dogs and just people everywhere. We started off just fooling around in the surf, and then we got a little deeper, got away far enough from everyone else around us, and started seriously working under the water. He had very good hands, and I just stood there, up to my tits in water, facing him and letting him feel me up. I came from the thrill of it before he suggested that we do something even more thrilling.

He lifted me up in his arms and started kissing me, then kissing down and sucking on my breasts through the bikini. I pulled the bikini down so he could get at my tits bare, because my back was to the shore and I figured no one would notice. Meanwhile he pulled his cock out of his suit and eased me down onto it. If you've never had sex in water it's hard to describe; you'd think it would be easier because of all the moisture, but it's actually harder. And in seawater, there's the whole chafing issue. He penetrated me and I wrapped my legs around his waist and we just stayed there in the water, slowly moving against each other. Luckily he had a nice-sized cock, not too thick but long enough to pull that position off without a hitch.

Finally it was getting cold in the water and I whispered that I needed something more that just sitting there. I think he would have carried me back to the beach and up to our towels without pulling out, but I giggled when he started moving and pushed him away, then rearranged myself so I'd be presentable. We had our towel in the shadow of the dune because I sunburn (did I mention that?) and we went back, looked around, saw that no one was watching, and started making out again.

Eventually we made it look as if we were lying side by side, covered in a towel, and he got up inside me again and started fucking me properly. It was one of the few times when spooning was extremely important, because we couldn't exactly let on what was going on. I think a few people around us suspected, because it had to have been pretty obvious, but they kept their mouths shut and we got too worked up to care. I came just as he gasped that he was close, but when he felt me start spasming he held back, then pulled out once I was done and wanted me to finish him in my mouth. I think it was the element of risk: a blowjob was more obvious than just fucking. I lay down, put my head in his lap, and sucked him until he came.

Then I realized that I wasn't wearing any bottoms, and my ass had been hanging out for the entire time I was blowing him. So somebody on that beach got a pretty good show. Oh well, we didn't get arrested, I didn't burn my heinie, and once we left the beach (shortly thereafter) we went back to the hotel and fucked again, hard, all over the room. I like fucking in hotels too.

Anyway, that's my stand on beaches. The beach where the last photo was taken was different though. I went with my Mom and Dad and Mike. There was no one around, we stripped down and were naked the whole time, but there were plenty of trees for shade. Mike and I were all over each other before we even set out towels and umbrellas, and he had me the first time up against a rock while Mom and Dad set up. Then as cum was still oozing out of me, Dad tapped my brother on the shoulder and took his place. I spent the first hour at the beach with my cunny stuffed with my men's cocks, and just dripping with cum.

Mike and I played around in the water, taking pictures, that kind of thing, then we looked back and saw Dad and Mom getting intimate, so we sneaked away to the shade of some trees and Mike buggered my asshole wide open up against a tree, then, once I stopped cumming, laid me down on my face and fucked my bum for a long time before he came inside. He helped me back into the water, made a big show of washing me out, and fingered me to another orgasm before I realized that I was beginning to redden.

We went back to the blankets and the shade, and Mom and Dad were still going at it. Mom was riding Dad, her breasts swaying like they were being blown by the breeze. Mom and Mike kissed while she bounced on Dad, and I could tell that Mike was ready to go again so I started sucking him off. Dad reached around and petted my pussy a little. It was a good old-fashioned family foursome the way I like it.

Eventually the two gals were riding, and when Mom suggested that we switch, I was fine with that. Riding Dad's cock is an experience; it seems even bigger when it's thrusting up into my belly and I have all the control. He was deep inside me when he came, and he came a bucket. I felt the shock through my womb, and it sent me over the edge too. When I came back to myself, Mom was cleaning Mike's cock off and he looked satisfied, and Dad was still buried inside me, even though he was quite soft by then.

We just lay back and watched the clouds for nearly the rest of the day. It was beautiful, still, cool, very pleasant to be with the people you love just soaking in the tranquility. Toward the end of the outing, even though he had already cum three times, Mike started fooling with my tits again and I knew he wanted one more shot. I just rolled over and let him fuck my ass right there lying next to my parents. He hadn't cum, the light was starting to fade and it was getting cooler, and my parents laughingly told us to hurry up or we'd get left at the beach. I got up to my hands and knees and tried my hardest to squeeze Mike in my ass, and finally he came, fairly strong for the fourth time.

That night, I felt the chafing, let me tell you. No sand, but very sore. I didn't have anything in my ass for a day to recuperate, and that was torture enough.

I'm not the only gal who feels this way, by the way. Mari hates the beach, although she loves the sun. Mom isn't wild about it either; they both have sand problems, Mari mostly because her partners don't like sand in their teeth, my Mom because she hates the chafing. Sheri, of course, adores the beach, and she's had even more interesting adventures there. She swears that if you lube up good and proper before going, really hose yourself down with oil, chafing isn't an issue, and she doesn't mind sand, the weirdo.

I remember once going to the beach with her and getting to watch her fuck a lifeguard. She's shameless; he was on duty and she basically propositioned him. She asked if she could sit in his lap while he was guarding, and he couldn't say no. This was when she was 16, mind you. Once she got up there it was no time at all before she had her bikini top pulled down and her tits hanging over, and she had his cock out of his lifeguard suit in nothing flat. She's really amazing in action. I got to watch all this as her kid sister sitting next to them, and I won't say it didn't turn me on. Okay, tell the truth, I was jealous, because I wished I could have some lovin' too.

She got her head between his legs and he tried to act nonchalant, even though there were people around and he had a teenager sucking his dick. He looked out over the water but I don't think he saw anything. Then when she slithered back up, untied the strings of her bikini bottoms, and sat in his lap completely nude from the waist down, I know he wasn't looking at the ocean. She let him feel her up clumsily (even from a distance I could tell he was nervous) for a minute or two, then she rose up, slipped him into her, and started to ride him, her back to him, breasts hanging out for all to see.

He didn't last too long, but she came first (she told me it was the thrill of it more than anything he did) and hopped up again, then sat back down. I couldn't see, but I know she had moved him to her asshole. He must have thought he died and went to heaven. He came quickly in her ass after that, and she hopped up daintily (she can be very dainty when she wants to be, and Oh my God is it sexy as hell), put a hand under herself, and waddled over to me and bent over my face so I could suck the cum out of her ass. I'll do that for Sheri, but not many others. I was a little nervous too, because there were people around, probably watching. But I wanted to taste the cum, so I drained her.

Once she was reasonably clean, she tied on her bottoms without a whole lot of fuss, pulled up the tops, and sat down next to me and smiled and then kissed me, so I obediently passed some cum to her. I didn't even look at the lifeguard, and I have no idea whether he saw any of it. I assume he did.

Like I said, my sister gets me into trouble. And beaches. That's enough for one post, I think.

Milestone After All

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Well, I lied, because last post was the 100th post. Wheehoo! And I didn't even bake a cake. But I did make a little commemorative stamp, as it were. Too bad this is actually Post 101, and the redesign post was Post 99, so some crappy picture of me and talking about the beach gets to be the milestone. Well, I'll just have to pay more attention to the odometer when we come up on 150.

Vacationland

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Continuing with the theme of me wishing I were on vacation, here is another picture from my meager collection of vacation photos.


I'm actually in the water this time. This beach was terrific, very secluded, lots of shade (very important for me, because as I probably have mentioned thousands of times, I don't tan, I cancer), cool breezes blowing, and some very nice company. I don't know if I have any pictures of the company, or of me with the company, because they might have been the one holding the camera.

In Lieu

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I'm too tired to do a big post, so because of that and because I can't spell "lieu" properly, here was the rest of that photo I teased you with a while back (but isn't now because it violates the TOC).

I have a very cute tuchus, don't I. I want to crawl into that picture and eat myself out. Let's see... I'm pretty sure my brother took this one, but it's not our bathroom. Maybe on vacation somewhere, or possibly visiting someone... oh, wait, that's the bathroom in Uncle Sam's house. So this picture is pretty old, since we haven't been to visit Uncle Sam in a long while. I want to jump in the WABAC machine, travel back to then, and eat myself out.

Uncle Sam's bathroom is much less fun than ours, and he doesn't have a rumpus room either. I shouldn't badmouth him though; Dad can afford some frills, but Uncle Sam and I are both working-class schmoes. I think we should organize a union. Niece Fuckers Local #1.

What the L. O. is Like

Finally, another question from reader-land. Honestly guys, my life is sometimes exciting, but for stretches it can get pretty dull (for me, anyway) so feel free to chime in with questions, comments, whatever. Lexinaughtygirly(AT)gmail.com is the place to write. Anyway, on with the question.

"What are you like when you have an orgasm? You mentioned that Sheri flails around... Are you like that too, or are you more reserved? Are you loud when you come?" - e b

First off, Sheri flails around a lot, but occasionally you can get her going so hard that she doesn't even have the energy to flail, just twitches slightly. Mari, for me at any rate, breathes hard, really hard, gasps and moans a little and tenses up but is pretty controlled most of the time, although once I tried out my finger-snapping trick on her and got her to scream and arch her back. My brother gets a very pleased look on his face; takes after Dad in that regard, although I see more of Mike's O face because Dad likes to take me from behind. Mom's eyes get very wide and her mouth opens, classic O face, and she goes all still (understand that I've never actually given my mother an orgasm, but I've seen many of them). Of course, that's the way she gets with Dad; I haven't seen her with enough other guys to say whether that's typical of her or just special with Dad. She looks roughly the same with Mike, although she looks more maternal somehow.

But I'm dodging the question. When I cum, it depends on who's making me cum and how. I have a few pictures and some descriptions and I've looked in the mirror once or twice, so I would say that I fall into a few categories. Self-inflicted Os tend to just make me a little breathless because I'm usually inflicting them in places where a real shattering orgasm would be like that scene in When Harry Met Sally. My eyes glaze a little and my breathing speeds up and I squirm and flush if I'm doing it myself, or so I've noticed. But I'm pretty quiet about it.

When I have a small O, either from oral or being pent up or just because, I smile a little, flush (well, I shouldn't even bother saying that, because orgasms make me flush no matter what) and depending on what my hands are doing, I sometimes run them through my hair or over my belly. I actually spread my legs wider during a minor O. On occasion I have been known to giggle, which freaked out one of my exes, but turns my father and brother on like Spanish Fly mixed with oysters.

If it's a major O, or a long one that just keeps cumming, I get a little more antsy, like I can't stand to be in one place for too long. I often close my eyes tight, maybe bite my lower lip if I'm trying to keep quiet, or sometimes moan. I arch my back and grab things with my hands, and if I'm face-up I tend to squirm my butt quite a lot. If I'm on top I have been accused of clawing, but I'm really just trying to grab. From behind, I usually have to sink to the floor if I'm on all fours, which elevates my ass and keeps the O cumming in most cases.

I tend to be more subdued with women, or in places where I'm out of my comfort zone, or with dominant people. Larger cocks make me squirm like I'm trying to get away, even if I really just want him deeper. My sister Mari can make me scream whenever she wants, and she enjoys doing it, sometimes in inappropriate situations. I remember once Mom and Dad had guests over (this was when I was much younger and had been sent to bed) and Mari climbed into bed with me and started making me scream even though she knew they might hear. I tried everything to muffle my mouth, but my father came up finally and told us in no uncertain terms that we were to go to sleep and no more noise.

I've given orgasms a lot of thought and practice, and I think I can fake one fairly well, and even determine what kind of orgasm someone would like to see me have. Sometimes I can't control myself, other times I have a minor O but play it like a massive one, and a few rare times I've been made so weak by orgasms that I just lay there and let it happen. I don't know that those were the best times; they were good, but I like to be able to enjoy climaxing rather than being a passive participant in sex.

I'm told that I spasm strongly when I cum, but I'm not much of a juicer. My DP orgasms are, according to my sources, very enjoyable for the guys because my cunt and anus both spasm the most then, but my ass spasms when I cum from anal, although the strength of the O determines the strength of the spasm, which is probably why DP is the strongest. When I have an orgasm and a guy is in my ass, I tend to be more responsive, although there are exceptions.

I guess I don't have a set orgasm type. I'm probably a cross between my mother and Sheri, a little wild when it strikes me right, but also a little quiet. But I do giggle, which does throw some people off. I promise, I'm not laughing at what you're doing, I'm giggling because it tickles.

I hope that was an in-depth-enough answer for what was probably a simple question. But I'm trying not to give a cop-out answer, like, "It depends." Because it does.

Eventually I'm Going To Run Out

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As I may have said, I'm not a porn star, and I don't take all kinds of racy pictures. I have some, and I have to keep doling them out fairly stingily because otherwise I will run out.

I dated a photography major once, and some of my pics are from him. In fact, if you think you've seen me online, and you're wondering how come I was lying about being a porn star, it's probably him too. I once ran across a picture of myself (actually, interestingly enough, not from him) on one of those amateur porn sites (no, I won't tell you which one) so maybe there's more of me out there. I've been drunk enough in the past that people could have been taking pictures of me and I might not have known. I don't really mind, I just don't want people getting the wrong idea. I'm not selling anything. I promise. I will not ask for membership fees.

Anyway, that was a long lead-up to a short climax, which is a slightly larger picture of me. I said slightly. This is one of the few vacation photos I have. It's also a little racier because, well, I think I can get away with it. Nothing you wouldn't see on prime time, really.

This was a picture of me from behind.

More of my legs, and now you can see my cute hiney too. Yes, it's still too small. Yes, you can't see my face. Guess what, kiddo: get used to it.

Okay, I feel guilty. Have another.


Me and a special someone. Ain't gonna tell you who, when, where, or why. I think you ought to be able to guess who and why. When and where... I'll leave to your imagination.

New Years Party

Oh how I wish I felt comfortable enough to post pictures. And that I had some of this party. Because it was lots of fun. But let's face it, the pictures would have been seriously graphic anyway, so I probably wouldn't have posted them. Because I'm still not sure about Blogger's policy on the subject. Anyway...

The next day Manny left while I was still sleeping, and Sheri and I spent most of the late morning and early afternoon decorating and cleaning and all that good stuff. She invited a bunch of people for New Years Eve and I was hoping that some of them would be exciting types. We started drinking a lot earlier than I'm used to once the decorations were up, and I'm afraid I was a little tipsy before anyone even walked through the door. Sheri was wearing this almost see-through little black thing, which on a clear day would have been completely indecent but in the dim light was only sort of indecent. I brought things which were less dressy than I wanted once I was there, but that's the devil of packing.

Eventually I wound up wearing a slip of Sheri's, which she assured me would be just fine for the party. I wouldn't have worn it if I hadn't been tipsy, because while I don't mind flaunting a little, I didn't know any of the people coming and I do get shy. But as I said, I was well on the way to being social. Neither of us wore anything underneath, and before anyone arrived we got frisky because of the liquor and the excitement, but unfortunately no one walked in on us. Still, Sheri had me begging her to stop by the time she finally did, so I'm not really complaining.

Come later in the evening people started to show up. Manny came back with a girl named Shannon who was dressed just as provocatively as Sheri and I were, and he just sat back and watched the three of us dancing for a while. Then someone I'd met before, Victor, arrived with a date, who I didn't know. I don't think I ever heard her name, or if I did I didn't remember it. They didn't stay long, just dropping by to say hello. Sheri and Victor are fuckbuddies, never more serious than that, and we all cheered as she unzipped his pants and started blowing him right there. His date was cheering just as loud as the rest of us. Like I said, Sheri has great friends.

Victor came pretty quickly, then Sheri kissed his date and let her swallow it. Then they took off, which was too bad because I was hoping to sample Victor myself at some point. But maybe another time. I was busy feeling up Shannon, who was a lovely girl, couldn't have been more than 20, black but slim, with very perky breasts that I just loved. We wound up making out while "dancing" in front of Manny, who was just sitting back, drinking and enjoying himself.

Finally some more men showed up, people I hadn't met, and by that time I was well on my way to wasted. I had quite a lot to drink, more than usual, because it was free and because I wanted to get blasted and just forget about any problems I might have for one night. So I didn't catch their names either, but I'll call them Larry, Curly, and Moe because it's a pain to refer to them as Man 1, Man 2, and Man 3. They were much less sexual and much more social, but once they got some booze in their systems and it was winding toward midnight, they got much more pleasant. Once Sheri's friend Katya (who I'd met too, and is a wonderfully voluptuous blond, very sexy, very female, loves to fuck) showed up, there were four guys and four gals and we were basically all sitting around drinking and talking about Dick Clark. For the record, I think it's terrific that he's back, triumph against adversity, all that. But some people disagree.

It was close to the ball drop, and the ladies decided that we would all give a guy a kiss at the stroke of midnight, and the guys said they would kiss us back, and we said that we had no intention of kissing them on the lips. So we all stripped down and paired up and waited to count down. I wound up with one of the strangers, and let this be a lesson to you kids, I was too drunk to give a shit that I didn't know anything about this guy and he wasn't wearing a condom. I didn't even know his name, and I was about to suck him off and let him tongue me. I'm irresponsible.

He was good to look at though, not overly muscular but strong, tall, brownish hair with a beard, and his cock was a good size and he smelled clean. Sheri told me the next day that her guy was a little funkier, but she didn't mind. Katya talked Shannon into letting her have Manny, so Shannon took the short, balding guy, oldest of the bunch. But he was hung like a donkey, so she wasn't complaining. We sat there, girls on their backs, guys bent over us, and the countdown started, and we counted and then once the ball dropped we all kissed. He was uncut but didn't have any crud under the skin when I kissed him, and he knew what to do with his tongue.

The 69s devolved pretty quickly, with Katya and Manny staying in position only a minute or so before he helped her up and began fucking her against a wall while they were still playing "Auld Lang Syne" on the TV. I only caught it out of the corner of my eye. My guy, let's call him Larry, started to fuck my face after a bit, and while I'm not opposed, that's usually a good sign that the guy needs to fuck something and I wasn't really interested in him fucking my face if there were options. He wasn't terrific with his tongue either, kind of vanilla, but it warmed me up.

Shannon and Curly got up at almost exactly the same time as Larry and I, and we laughed drunkenly as we almost bumped into one another, but I was only shifting over a little, while they went to the couch. Larry got between my legs and pressed into me and I had a minor O just from the booze and the anticipation and just being there. I think that stroked his ego a little, which didn't hurt his performance. He was perfectly happy to fuck me good and proper lying there on the floor, and he came a few minutes (or so it seemed, but I was pretty wasted) later without asking or pulling out or anything, but I didn't care.

I just lay there for a moment or two, listening to the sounds of sex around me and looking at what was going on and feeling spunk ooze out of me. Sheri and Moe had finally stopped giving each other head and she was riding him a few feet from my head. Shannon and Curly were sitting on the couch making out, and Curly's big cock was partially hard but covered in cum, and so was the couch. Katya and Manny were still going at it up against the wall, but while I watched Katya collapsed and was lying on the floor twitching from orgasms, and Manny decided to let her be and moved over to try out Sheri. She loves DP nearly as much as I do, and she just leaned forward a little on Moe and Manny stuck his hard cock straight up her ass without hesitating, and she screamed and started cumming.

Katya gets weak when she cums, so she was lying there shivering and I had to help her out. I crawled over to her and started eating her out, and she tasted just as good as I remembered. She must wash out with something floral, because she tastes like lilacs and honeysuckle, or close to it. She came again quickly when I got a finger in her ass and was working up against her pussy with it and licking her clit, which was flushed and full of blood by that point. I wish I could have seen her face; she gets all big-eyed and rosy-cheeked when she comes, looks very arousing.

Eventually she waved me off and sat up shakily, and I looked around to see Larry waiting behind me. He was ready to go again, and I let him get down beside me and roll Katya over so he could start working on her. I went to join Shannon and Curly, who were just sitting back at this point, but Curly came right back to life when I started cleaning his cock off. We finally shifted to a position where I could suck him and Shannon could tongue me, and she was very new to it, I could tell. I think if she had been sober, she probably wouldn't have done it. I let her practice; I'm not proud. But once Curly was nice and hard (and huge, my god, so fucking big) I shooed her away from me and bent over the arm of the couch and waggled my butt in the air.

I don't know who Curly was, but he didn't skip a beat, got back there and started fucking me like a pro. And it was so nice to have a big cock. I won't lie, I'm partial to size sometimes, especially when I'm drunk. It's like I can't feel my cunt as well, but a big cock really makes me feel it. If I had been sober, it might have been too much; I don't know. But him butting into my cervix with every thrust just kept me cumming. I tried hard to give a little head to Shannon, but it was tough to concentrate.

Curly bent over me after a bit, after I was well-worn-in, and asked me if I would let him fuck my ass. Very polite, I like that. There was a little spark of reason in my brain which was screaming that it was a bad idea, that I would feel it the next day, but I didn't really listen. Even drunk, it was tough at first. He was slow, but not slow enough, probably because he was so drunk. He couldn't get all the way into me for a long time, had to stop and pull out and ask Sheri, who had finished with her two partners at some point when I wasn't looking, to come and help him lube me up. She giggled wickedly, because she knew exactly what I was feeling, with my asshole stretched like that.

I should have stopped them, but I didn't. While Sheri licked me all over, I called Manny over weakly and started to stroke him back to life, but Shannon stopped me a little rudely and took him over herself. Moe kept trying to fool around with Sheri again until she told him to quit being such a dick and give her little sister some attention. Sober, I would have been a little worried that now everyone knew. This drunk, I just waved him over. I gave him sloppy head for a minute or so, then I nearly choked when Curly began pressing into my backside again, and Moe had to settle for the occasional stroke and kiss.

Finally Curly had it all the way in me, because I could feel his legs pressed against mine. It hurt a fair amount, but the pain was sort of distant, with lots of vodka between me and it, and when he started to pump into me, I just ignored it. Sheri was still fooling with my pussy, and I finally came, which was hard because cumming makes me tighten up and my ass couldn't really take getting tighter.

But I wanted more, so I asked (well, slurred) to Shannon, who was sucking Manny's cock, to let him fuck me. I think Curly thought I was through with him, but when I felt him pull out I told him to stay there. Obviously he couldn't stay there for DP, but he knew what I meant. Shannon, with some encouragement from Sheri, finally let Manny lie down on the floor, where I weaved over to him and mounted him with very little fanfare, then slapped my ass for Curly to come running.

The DP was even harder; they were both very big cocks, and I was already feeling the burn. Plus I was blitzed and kept getting more liquor. Sheri held the glass for me to drink while they fucked me. Shannon was being eaten out by Katya, I think, and I don't really know what Moe and Larry were doing. It just all melted away into two big penetrations. Then Moe was dipping his cock in a glass and letting me suck it off, and I was cumming hard. I didn't notice when the guys inside me came, I just let them roll me off and lay there gasping and giggling.

The party wound down after that. Manny and Shannon had to leave, and Curly was done for the evening. Katya and Sheri were taking turns doing shots in their pussies, and they talked me into letting Moe (or possibly Larry, I don't recall) pour quite a lot of booze into my cunny and then slurp it out. I tried one from Sheri's cunt, but it made me gag, so I cut myself off, because I hate to throw up. I just settled down to let Moe fuck me without asking, sort of half passed out over the arm of a chair. When I woke up, people were leaving, but Katya, my sister, and I stumbled into her room and all fell asleep curled up around one another. I say fell asleep, but really I mean passed out.

The next day I was still drunk, and I had to wait a while in the morning because I wasn't sure I could walk, let alone drive. We all sat around drinking coffee naked in front of her big windows, so I'm sure someone got a show. Finally I made it out of the house, but I had to stop a number of times on the way home, and I couldn't walk straight the next day either. I didn't rip anything, but it was a close call, and I had to get some tests done because Sheri may trust these people, but I don't. Fortunately, we're still fine here.

So that's my cautionary tale about alcohol abuse, kids. Or maybe not that cautionary. I don't do it often. My sister is a bad influence.

Busy Busy Busy

It's late, and I'm tired, and like the title says, I've been busy. So busy that it's been a day and nearly another since I had any sex to speak of. Oh the humanity. But I haven't posted in too long, so I'm going to give a rundown, as much as I can manage, of my fun time with Sheri.

I left the day before New Years Eve, drove to Sheri's place, had to stop on the way because the vibrations of the car were giving me a serious case of Nearly-Os, so I pulled into a rest stop and had a proper one in the bathroom. I kept quiet, don't worry. No Larry Craig for me, thank you. Although I would love to be propositioned in a bathroom by a stranger. It's too bad they'd probably be a cop. Maybe I could talk my way out of the ticket. Maybe I could do more than talk.

Anyway, made it to Sheri's after what seemed like forever, and I walk in on her fucking some studly black god. He was stacked and packed and whacked and sacked and all those other things that rhyme and mean that he was not hard on the eye. And credit to him, he didn't even stop when I walked in. Of course, they were in the main room in front of the big picture window, so it wasn't like they were trying to be private. My sister made him pull her up on top of him, and then we hugged and chatted while he pumped her. It was like old times; I cannot count the number of times I've had conversations with Sheri while one or both of us was being serviced.

This guy was a trooper, lasted through two of my sister's extremely bone-rattling orgasms, all wailing and flailing arms and panting and bouncing. She was doing a lot of the work by the end, and finally she told him to fuck her from behind. I was partially naked by that time and I called her over to give my cunny a little attention while this silent black pile driver made her bounce her head into my abdomen. He came finally and pulled out and without asking stuck his cock in my face, still pulsing and drooling cum. Who am I to refuse? Had another nice O from Sheri's tongue, then when the cock was clean I moved down and cleaned her out too. His cum tasted different, kind of smokey. I can't quite place the taste.

The black guy, who I will call Manny because I can, wandered off to find a beer and brought us back some too. I'm not much of a beer drinker, but I was thirsty and it was either that or water, so I drank it. We spent the rest of evening lounging around, talking, catching up, doing the usual stuff. At one point my sister and Manny invited me to join them in a bowl, but I gave up pot, so they amicably smoked my share. Then they headed off to the bedroom, and although I felt a little like the third wheel, I trailed along for the hell of it. Sheri has great taste in beds, because she spends a fair amount of time in them. Her bed was very comfy, and when she said that she was pulling out the strap-on, I didn't feel so third-wheel-y anymore.

I wasn't ready to take Manny up my ass cold, and it turned out that Sheri wanted to eat me out for a while anyway, so I sucked his magnificent black monster (not the biggest I've ever seen, but quite large) and Sheri warmed me up. It turned into Manny fucking my pussy while Sheri and I 69ed, and when we rolled over and he stuck it up my butt, I didn't really even notice, I was so busy feeling full and trying to give Sheri an orgasm as hard as I could. We never made it to the strap-on; Manny switched around after I came and pushed into Sheri's ass, holding her hips up a little to get a better angle. She came hard, splashed up onto my face. Her juices are positively energetic; they could bottle her and sell her in Japan as a sports drink.

I came again, Sheri came again, or maybe just never stopped cumming and got to a peak again, and Manny pulled out this time and splashed her hips and my face with nice thick jets of the ropey stuff, like a porn star. Actually, I think he might have been a porn star at one point.

I have trouble sleeping with other people, so I excused myself after they started falling asleep and went back and slept on the couch. I know, that's weird, but really, I have difficulty sleeping with two other people in the bed. One I can usually handle, but two is too much.

And then there was the New Years party, which you'll have to wait to hear because I'm starting to fall asleep. Goodnight everyone.