Stress and What It Does To Me

I'm stressed out, work is a pain, and I'm bored. So consequently, I'm as horny as a rabbit on shore leave. God, I just want to fuck all the time, non-stop.

I've been wearing my father out, if that tells you something. This afternoon I went to Kate's house and wore her out too. Her husband wasn't home, but she was. I brought a strap-on and let her fuck my brains out; we probably made the house shake. It was fine to dive into her muff afterward, but smelling her, tasting her cumming on my tongue, just made me even hornier. I couldn't stay for as long as I wanted, and frankly what I really wanted was cock, inside me, cumming.

I've got a vibe in me right now, and it's making me cum like clockwork, but I'm still all pent up. I need another guy, one who can fuck more frequently than Dad. I miss Mike, hell, I even miss James a little. Oh yeah, here it comes. Wait for it.

Okay, seat of my chair nice and damp now. God I want a cock inside me right now. I'm glad Sveta's not around, because I'd take advantage of her, and it wouldn't satisfy me. I don't like fucking her, I like making love with her, and right now, all I want is meaningless, tawdry, hardcore sex.

I'm going to look at some porn, keep cumming, try to work out as many kinks as I can. Then tomorrow, more of the same. Fuck.

Stupid Blogger

Right now I'm completely unable to access any blog that has an adult warning in front of it, which is why I've temporarily removed my adult warning. I'm not planning on becoming a cooking show or anything. It's either my computer or Google, and I hope it's Google because then they'll fix it. But I'm not going to bring it to their attention because I don't want them to be paying attention to my various violations of the TOS.

Also, the adult content warning thing is just annoying. Maybe I'll leave it off. Vote.

Shooting Pool

I've never had sex on a pool table. I've never had the opportunity. But I guess there must be some fetish out there, because I've seen a lot of porn revolving around pool tables. The pool tables I've been around, I'd be afraid they'd collapse under a good hard fuck, but that's probably saying more about the quality of those pool tables than anything else.

I'm very bad at pool, so if I ever played strip-pool, I'd wind up naked pretty quickly. I used to play with friends in college, but not strip-pool, just regular pool. We were all pretty bad, and it wasn't sexual at all.

I don't know why I'm sharing this, except I've seen a lot of porn involving pool tables and/or shooting pool, and I thought to myself, why exactly? I haven't seen much porn revolving around bacarat, for instance. But tennis and pool, there's lots of sex going on in those sports, apparently. If you count cheerleading, then that too. Less Twister porn than I would expect; it seems to lend itself to sex in my mind, but I haven't seen as much of it. I've seen some strip-poker-type porn, but it usually is only a slim excuse for poker. I'd like to see some porn which involves the game a bit more, like poker where you wager sexual acts or something.

Actually, that's not a bad idea. I've got to find some people with whom I can try that out. I need to get back to sex games; I miss them.

Sveta Rocks

Sorry it took so long to get back to the blog; my life got busy. And not the fun kind of busy either. But I'm taking the time to talk about Sveta, because she's great. I really think I am going to tell her. I've just got to get up the nerve. And then she can see this blog, and know how terrific she is.

Anyway, she came over, as promised, dressed up and everything, and we went out to my absolute favorite restaurant of the moment, this terrific Indian place which is a trek away but worth it, because the food is so good and the prices are so low. During lunch, I had to fight down the urge to eat too much, because the food is just that good, but I spent a lot of time looking into Sveta's eyes, which helped some. I even played footsie with her under the table; I'm turning into a teenager again.

She's not a fan of spicy food, which made ordering more difficult, but she liked the rice pudding and the bread. Then we went out to the car and sat there for a moment, and then kissed. Hell, I don't care who knows it; I love her. It's not like we look odd, or any more odd than any two girls kissing, and I don't have to be worried about anyone finding out because there's nothing particularly wrong about it. Well, she's still underage for a little while longer, but who'd know to look at her?

It was hard to steel ourselves for the drive home, but we managed, although toward the end I was tempted to pull off the road and just have at it. We rushed in from the cold and straight up to my room; we've been making love almost exclusively on my bed for a while, even though the rest of the house has options. My parents weren't in, which was great because it avoided that whole issue.

Getting her out of her winter clothes was an adventure, but a fun adventure, and then there she was, in the cutest little underwear set that I bought for her. I have a matching set, which I wasn't wearing, stupid me. Lavender with little blue dots and white lace. Sexy as hell. I was wearing a nice black set, lacy and mysterious, bra cut very low, panties almost a thong. I don't like thongs that much, but these panties are just on the other side of a wedgie-inducing thong, and they show me off well, I think. If I had a picture, I'd post it, but you'll just have to trust me until the computer situation is resolved.

We lay down on the bed and got down to business, losing the undies fairly quickly, and then I let her go down on me first. She's gotten good, not as good as my sisters maybe, but respectable. More than respectable. Practice makes perfect, and I aim to give her as much of that as I can. I don't always get off on watching someone eating me out, but her adorable little eyes looking up from between my legs just melted me.

Then I drove her over the edge, quite quickly for her, probably because of the tension of the car ride. She whimpers, it's so cute. And she gushed like a fountain, two or three big squirts. I can't get over that either; she's the wettest cum I've ever had. No, it's not piss. I don't care what anyone says.

We lay in the wet spot and kissed and held each other and whispered sweet nothings, and then it seemed like a good time to finger each other, so we did that. Sveta doesn't cum easily from fingering; I always beat her. But that's okay, because then we can move on to strap-ons, and I've gotten mine so I can fuck her brains out. Actually, in this case, we pulled out the double dil.

That was terrific too. We wound up ass to ass, like we were joined together at the cunt, which I suppose we were. After that, we both needed a breather and a drink, and since my parents weren't there, we wandered down naked and sweaty and got some juice.

She said she couldn't stay the night, and I said, "Oh yes you can," and that convinced her. She was just being coy, the minx. Or maybe I kept her from doing something important. Neither of us cared much.

We ordered pizza for dinner, because neither of us wanted to do anything but lie in each other's arms and kiss and stroke. The pizza guy got to see me in boxers and a t-shirt, neither of which fit all that well. I know my nips were standing out. He didn't say much, but I think he got plenty for his tip. If it had been a porno, I would have invited him in to fuck both of us, but he wasn't particularly attractive and we don't live in a porno.

We had booze with our pizza. Yes, contributing to the delinquency of a minor, that's what I do. We didn't get particularly drunk, just tipsy. Then we were heading back upstairs when my parents came home. I rushed Sveta, who was totally naked and giggling, up stairs and, for her benefit, threw on a robe. My Dad winked at me, and Mom laughed, but they both said they'd stay downstairs for a while.

Sveta was masturbating when I came back into my room; she was tipsy and horny, a terrific combination. I got a second helping of juice from her pussy, then I let her put on a strap-on and fuck me. She's not so good at that, but then why should a woman be good at that? It's not biologically natural. But she can still make me cum.

There was more kissing and stroking and licking and sucking and all that good crap, but we were pretty much finished for the night. I came one more time from Sveta's fingers, but she said she was too tired to cum again, so we curled up together and fell asleep. I'm not usually a quick sleeper, but with her, I can lie there and enjoy falling asleep next to her. I wish she had a twin brother, just like her. The three of us could have such fun together.

In the morning, my Dad was already up; he told me in a low voice that he'd come into my room to check out the action, and he approved of my taste. He'd love to fuck her, I know, and I bet she'd love it too. I just need to do it right. It could work. I keep telling myself that, but it doesn't make it any easier.

We showered together, which was mostly showering, unfortunately, since we both felt a little drained from the previous day's fun. But before we got out, we were wrapped up together in the warm water, kissing, breasts pressed together, and our hands were down between each other's legs, busy busy busy.

Then she had to go, and I had to work, and since then, it's been hectic. But we're looking forward to this weekend; we're going on another date, dinner this time, and then she's spending the night. She'll come over later, so we won't have as much time, but still, I'll take what I can get. She's so relaxing, it makes all my troubles seem less troublesome.

I'm infatuated with a teenager. Certainly not role-model material. At least I'm not old enough for this to be anything more than mildly creepy. Also I'm not a guy, and sorry guys, it's less creepy for me than it would be for an identical guy in my situation. I don't agree with it, but that's the way it is.

Now I just have to muster up the nerve to tell her, maybe not everything, but a few things. She needs some cock. We love making love, but we both could use some cock. And she doesn't seem to be able to find some of her own. I wish there was a middle ground, like when James wasn't an ass. If there was some guy we could share who wasn't related to me, it would be less intense. But I still want to tell her. I do.

Killing Time

Sveta will be coming over soon; we're going out on a date. It feels weird to say that, but that's essentially what we're doing. Then we'll come back here and make up for the time since we've seen each other. I expect her to spend the night, frankly, because that's the only way we're going to get in enough fun. But today, we're going out to lunch.

While I'm waiting for Sveta, I thought I'd take the time to answer a question. I don't get enough of these, kids, and I'd love to get more, but I did get this one a few days ago and I wanted to answer it.

Have you and your Dad or Mike ever acted like lovers in public? Maybe checking into a hotel together or vacationing together? Also, have you ever kissed passionately in public and purposely try to shock someone by saying "Dad" or "Brother"? :-)

- Jim

Well, I'll take the second question first, because it's the boring answer. No, I've never kissed my brother or my dad in public and then tried to shock people by implying that they were who they really are. My dad wouldn't like it, and I've just never done it with Mike. We're not big on public displays in my family, probably because it's risky, so normally we don't go around kissing in public even if no one knows who we are. Boring, I know, sorry.

My dad and I have never vacationed together, posing as a couple. It's just not something in our relationship. Sure, we've vacationed, but not by ourselves and not pretending to be anything other than a father and daughter. Doesn't mean we don't fuck on vacation. Far from it. We haven't vacationed anywhere in a while, because of jobs and money, but if and when we do it again, doubtless we'll have the same fun we do at home.

My brother and I have pretended to be lovers rather than siblings on several occasions. When he would visit me in college, we'd go out and go on dates, essentially. We couldn't do it at college, because people knew who he was, but we'd go into town. He would always drag me to bars, even though he couldn't drink. Just liked the scene, I guess. I've mentioned I'm not a bar-hopper by any stretch, so it was a change in routine.

We did once rent a motel room for the night rather than have to camp out in my dorm room, and that hotel bed got quite a few new stains by the time we were finished. But it wasn't particularly obvious. We didn't proclaim to the world that we were newlyweds or something. We just rented the room and stayed there, and since we were there we fucked. We would have fucked if we'd stayed at my dorm. Gwen, my roomie, knew all about us, and she would have joined in, I imagine. I don't really remember why we didn't go back to the dorm; I guess we wanted privacy. I don't remember.

Mike and Sheri, on the other hand, have pretended to be lovers a lot. Sheri's much less inhibited than the rest of us (which is, I guess, a funny thing to say, since the rest of us aren't particularly inhibited) and she's perfectly willing to make out with people in public, and she got Mike to go along for the ride several times, to my knowledge. But then she's gotten me to do various things I never would do ordinarily. There's a fair chance she's even called him "Bro" just to see if people were listening. If she wrote a blog, the internet would probably explode. But she's not interested in that kind of thing. "What's the point of telling when you could be doing?" is her motto.

I dream, of course, of running off with my dad, pretending he's my husband, having babies with him. It wouldn't be fair to my mom, of course, but I can dream about it. It would be easier to run off with Mike, but not the same, sorry Mike. He and Sheri will run off together before he runs off with me anyway; they already have one failed baby to their credit. I sometimes wonder what they would have done if Sheri had actually carried to term: would they have pretended to be a couple, or would Sheri have raised it herself with help from her brother. I lean toward the latter, because I can't see Sheri being interested in tying herself down at all.

Who knows? While I'm writing about this, she and Mike may be trying to get pregnant again. It could still happen, and I know she wants it and Mike has an impregnation fetish. I'd let him knock me up too, but I'm less adventurous. Or I'm more cowardly. I lean toward the latter.

Hope everyone has a good day; I plan to. Thanks to Jim for writing in a question; keep them coming: lexinaughtygirly(AT)gmail.com. I'm very nice over email. And if you ask a question I can't answer in the blog, I may answer it just for you.

Finally

I've been waiting to post on this because I thought it was going to happen sooner, but things just kept getting in the way. But since Mike and Sheri are leaving in a few days, we finally got it together, and Mike is no longer an anal virgin, if you count strapons. He still has to get an actual cock up there, but that'll take time.

He spent all day two days ago (this happened yesterday) with a plug in his ass, a fairly big one. And it made him horny as all get-out, and Sheri was visiting friends that day for most of the day, so I got all the love I could handle. First I had Dad in the morning in the shower, then after Mike was plugged up he wanted to go right then, and it was like clockwork after that; every hour or so, he needed release. I was working on some things, but I interrupted every hour or so, although I made him wait a little bit each time to build up a head of steam. He fucked me five times in about seven hours; it was like when he was still a boy and had all this energy.

And let me tell you, his cum stayed all thick and strong the first four times. After the fifth, he was worn out, even though about an hour later he had another hard-on, but he said he couldn't fuck again, it was just too much. His balls started hurting he had cum so much. Eventually, for the sake of him as well as everyone else, I wanted to take the plug out, but he told me he was getting limbered up.

I could get used to him with a plug in his ass. It decreases his stamina, but he cums hard every time. I don't have enough experience with guys and anal play to know if that's just him or if that's the case with every guy, but if it is, all gals should get their guys anal toys, because it's the gift that keeps on giving. He filled me up with cum; after the first time, I had him fuck my ass and then I put a plug in to try to hold in the cum, and there was too much of it after session four. If Sheri had been there, she probably would have wanted to eat cum out of my ass. She's odd like that.

But then, the next day, she was there, and she said I could fuck him first, so I got a strapon that I don't like to use with Sveta, to keep cross-contamination away, and lubed Mike up and mounted him from behind. He loved it, wanted me to fuck him harder. After I thrust a few times, Sheri came and got under him and started sucking him off, and he came in her mouth almost immediately, but I didn't stop fucking his ass. He stayed hard too, and it took a while, but he finally came again. I was getting worn out (I told you I'm not a huge strapon fan) so I switched places with Sheri, even though Mike didn't think he could take any more. She made him take it; she could go into business making guys take a cock in their asses, I think. I sucked him for a while, then I licked Sheri's cunt under the harness, then I went back to Mike in time for him to explode in my mouth. It was so thick and creamy.

He begged us to stop, and we were happy enough to let him recuperate while Sheri whipped off the strapon and we ate each other out through some orgasms on both sides. 69ing with your sister: hot.

That was all for Mike that day, but this morning I got up late and found Sheri fucking his ass again. There was a puddle of cum on the tiles of the bathroom where he'd already shot once, and I licked that up and then got a second helping in my mouth.

Tomorrow, we're going to double-fuck him: he can fuck my cunt or ass while Sheri fucks his ass, and then we'll switch. We didn't do it today because despite his enjoyment, he was a little sore, and had some shitting issues, nothing major, just uncomfortable. I think he needs to learn some exercises to keep his asshole in trim if this is going to be a common occurrence. Let's face it, it probably won't be, because he's not going to get anyone else to do it. But I could get used to him fucking me with a plug in, or even a vibe.

Sorry if people aren't interested in the gay side of things, but that's what went on the past few days. Pretty soon they'll be back to their own lives, and Sveta will be back, and I'll go back to making love to teen girls and my Dad full time. And Kate. Mustn't forget Kate.

Holidays Etc.

So I don't have a tremendous amount of time or energy, but I thought I'd update everyone, because small updates are better than none I guess.

First off, I'll get the annoying stuff out of the way. My New Years Eve sucked. We had a family fight, the way we sometimes do, right before the ball was about to drop. We were all tired and tense and just generally in bad moods, and it kind of erupted. Dumb. Sort of ruined the evening. So nothing exciting to report there.

Sheri did finally show up, and she's been a blast, mostly. In fact, she's still trying to get me into trouble. And she's always the driving force behind trying bizarre things. For instance, she wanted to have Mike fuck my ass while I was sitting on him, and then I would piss into her mouth. God she's twisted. I love her. So we did that, and basically it turned into her sucking my cunt, getting dribbles of piss out of me, while Mike ground me on his cock, and I came and pissed and came again. Then Sheri wanted to switch places, and so I sucked piss out of her cunt. It had been a while since I last tasted piss; it's an acquired taste, and I must have de-acquired it, because I didn't enjoy it much. But it was still fun.

And of course, there was some eating of cum from pussies, always fun, and some DP with strapons, also fun. Sheri loves the fact that Mike is doing anal play, and she's been playing with toys and his ass. If we hadn't had the family spat, I think Mike might have gotten fucked in the ass with a strapon that evening. But we're going to do it before he has to leave. I promised myself and him.

Dad's been fucking Sheri, not me, which is okay because he doesn't see her every day. She lets me eat his cum out of her pussy though. She's not always here; she has friends in the area she's been visiting, and although she's invited me and Mike along, we haven't. I don't know, for me, I think I'm just a touch nervous about being open sexually near home. It wouldn't be the first time, but it hasn't happened often. Sheri's much more of a risk-taker, but honestly, recently I haven't been feeling too risky. Or something.

Anyway, what's really killing me is that, although I love my family and it's great to have Sheri and Mike here, I really want to see Sveta. I miss her, haven't seen her in what seems like forever. But she's out of town right now. And what's worse is that I'm worried that I miss her so much. I can't be this serious about her. I really can't.

Mike's here, Sheri's out, and I think Mike and I are going to sooth my worries with some slow, passionate fucking in a bit. I think I want him in my pussy tonight; even though I only get anal when I see him, vaginal intercourse is what I need right at the moment, for whatever reason. Maybe I'm just getting to be an old fart.

I certainly hope your New Years celebrations were better than mine, and thank God that fucking year is over. Let's hope 2009 is better. Doesn't seem to be shaping up to be, but who knows.