Spring in March

It's Sveta's spring break, and while I wanted her to spend it on the beach or something, let's face it, she's not that kind of gal. Neither am I, truth be told; I never went to party beaches for Spring Break or anything like that. I partied a little sometimes, but I couldn't afford to go beach-hopping.

It seems a little cold for beaches anyway, but I was hoping Sveta would do something. As it is, she's spending some time with me. She's been over all weekend, since Friday when she left school and came by the house. I wasn't expecting her to be here this long, but since this weekend I had nothing to do, really, I'm fine with it.

She's actually sacked out right next to me as we speak; I'm using a borrowed laptop to write this, unfortunately for my computer situation but fortunately because I can sit here next to her and write and feel her close to me. We've had a full weekend, no wonder the kid's tuckered out. She'll probably wake up in an hour or so, but until then, I'm blogging, gazing, and feeling warm.

It's been tougher and tougher to keep from telling her, but at the same time, it's been impossible to get up enough courage to even introduce the subject. I know at times in this blog I might seem like I'm the least inhibited person there is, but really, that's not true. Some things, it's true, but not others. I have a difficult time telling people I love them, for instance, and I think I do love Sveta... which is hard to even say in text on a blog.

I don't know how much I love her, whether this is "spend our lives together" love or "she's like a sister to me" love or something else. I'm not naive about it; I'm not going to spend my life with her. I think the best I could hope for is some kind of family love connection, which I guess for some people would be weird, but since I fuck my family, it's not for me.

Anyway, that's made my enjoyment of the weekend a little dampened, but still, we've gone at it like rabbits, lesbo rabbits. We spent all of Saturday naked in my room; I made a foray down to the kitchen and got us supplies, and we just stayed there. I had intended on working on some things, but that didn't happen. We should have showered; we both were pretty rank this morning, from all the sweat and juice and all. I'll have to change my sheets, definitely. And we spent most of the time making love, I guess partially because while I'm making love with her, I don't have to worry about telling her. Not that I don't enjoy it, or that we both didn't want it bad.

It got to the point where we were curled up together at the end, with no energy to speak of, and I couldn't say anything to her. I could talk. I wanted to talk, because I love her for other things than sex; she's cute as hell, funny, and once you get her out of her shell, she's fun to be with. I can't talk about a bunch of things with her, because we don't share all the same interests or anything, and she's still in high school for fuck's sake, so the age gap is hard too. But still, I like being with her, when I'm not agonizing.

She's lying there right now, curled on her side, her pretty hair flowing down from her head. It's not a color you would normally think was attractive, I guess; just brownish, really. But it's pretty on her. And her body, with the creamy skin just begging to be kissed, her breathing making her breasts rise and fall a little with each breath, the pert nipples beckoning me, and then down her waist to those cute little hips and legs and the toes... I'm not into toes normally, but her toes are cute. We shaved each other in the shower this afternoon, so she's all smooth and inviting. Damn.

And yet, she's so much younger than I am, and she's not going to be a lesbian for life, and neither am I, frankly. I love cock too much, and I think if she could get some cock, she might go right back. It's hard being alternatively-sexual in this country, and I'm making it hard for her. I feel guilty, no matter how much I want to hold her close. It's tough.

I'm just going to close up before I get too weepy and wrap my arms around her and keep her warm until she wakes up. I hope she wakes up soon, because the selfish part of me would really like to make love again. It'll keep me up if I don't get some relief, so maybe I'll just sneak over to a porn site and diddle.

Bond

I've been watching old Bond movies recently, 15 minutes here, 15 there, and aside from the fact that I would love to be a Bond girl, Sean Connery is the best Bond, and there were some ugly-ass clothes back in the 1960s, I've only come up with one thing.

I look sort of like Fiona Volpe. It's not a perfect match, but if you were wondering what Bond girl (well, she's a villain, but still sexy) I resemble the most, it'd be her. I'd do her if I were in the 1960s. I bet she'd be into all kinds of wild shit that I'd enjoy. Bond never gets to fuck two girls at once, but if I were there with her and Sean Connery as Bond in the 60s, they'd forget all about spy stuff and concentrate of having a blast in bed. Hell, we could invite the other women from Thunderball and have a grand old time. That movie has the sexiest women in it, I think, at least of the older Bonds. Now I'm quite partial to some of the newer ones, but they don't have Sean Connery.

Shit, work is calling. Must toddle. This wasn't much of a post.

Story For Another Time

I said that the story of me asking Bill and Ted (remember them?) to let me sit in on a session of deflowering was a story for another time, and I guess it's another time, so I'll tell it.

As I said, they preferred freshman, particularly virgins. As it turned out, that didn't happen that often, so I didn't get to see an actual defloweration (if that's even a word) but I did get to see them take a girl who'd never had two guys before. They said that if I could find someone who fit their particular tastes, they'd let me watch. They got a fuck for nothing, and I got to watch, so everyone was happy.

I knew this girl with whom I had fooled around a little bit while we were both drunk. She was a freshman, typical bimbo really, tan, blond, the kind of freshman that gets featured in Girls Gone Wild videos because she's dumb and pretty easy to get to do stuff, but she wasn't a slut, at least not that I'd heard from anyone. I think she had a boyfriend back home or something, but when she got a little liquor in her (and I mean a little; she had the staying power of a gnat) she became much more open.

When Bill and Ted told me I had to find someone, she was on my list, and I happened to run into her in a social situation. She was a social butterfly too, always out at parties, whereas I wasn't, just walking through. But she saw me before I saw her, called me over, wanted me to hang out. I guess I was the only upperclassman (well, upperclasswoman, but I don't think that's an official term) she knew. She was already pretty well on her way to passing out, and while I copped a few feels, I wasn't really interested in drunken sex, especially since I had my roomie back at the dorm waiting for me.

But I did have the presence of mind to ask her if she'd like to double-date with me, and she said, "Yeah, sure!" and even though I was positive she wouldn't remember a thing the next day, I said I'd make the arrangements.

Well, the next day she called and asked if I'd forgotten our date, and I was happy as a clam to confirm. I called Bill and Ted and set up a date with them and her and everything.

When the day rolled around, I wasn't sure it was a terrific idea. For one thing, as I said, I wasn't into either Bill or Ted, and for another I wasn't that into dating at the time, and for a third I wasn't sure how it would go, since the intention was for me to get this freshman, call her Carrie, to fuck these two strange guys so I could watch. I made sure there would be booze. I'm not proud of that, really, but I did it.

We went over to their room to meet them, and there was alcohol aplenty, of which Carrie availed herself with the typical freshman vigor, and pretty soon it was clear that we didn't need to go anywhere. Ted started making out with her while they sort of danced to music, and Bill kind of looked at me like he wanted to know what I wanted. "She's yours, if you can get her," I said, sitting back on the bed.

After a while, with Carrie sort of making out with Bill and Ted in turns, she finally wanted to know, drunkenly, what was going on. "Well, the guys would like some action, and you look like you'd like some too, so I'm just going to move and let you get on with it," I said as evenly as I could. Bill's hand was already pulling off her pants. If she'd have resisted, I would have stopped them, I think, but she just laughed drunkenly and let them do what they wanted.

"Have you ever had two guys?" Ted asked her.

"Nope," she giggled.

Within the space of a few moments, they had her pants down around her ankles, showing off a very nice body indeed, covered only by this teeny little red thong. Her shirt came up, and she was wearing no bra, so maybe she was sluttier than reported. Then she got on her knees and Ted's cock was in her mouth, while Bill stripped off his clothes and then bent to stroke her backside before slipping his fingers under the thong. It was like watching a porno, live, only much, much more authentic. I mean, the technique wasn't professional at all, and they weren't concerned about angles, and I really enjoyed it, to the point where I slipped my fingers into my own jeans and stroked my wet slit while I watched.

Carrie switched to work clumsily on Bill while Ted got undressed, and then they pulled her up to the bed. "Who do you want first, little girl?" they asked her. She giggled and looked at both cocks, then picked Bill. He stripped off her panties and then hopped onto the bed with her, and within moments he had pushed into her and was fucking her. She was a moaner, or he was being rough. They made quite a lot of noise.

Ted was looking to get some action from her on the other end, but she sort of held his cock and couldn't get it together to suck it at all. Bill was rutting her so hard, and she was gasping and wailing and spreading her legs wider and wider. He was talking dirty to her too, all sorts of naughty things. It was odd; they were quite different from when they had been with me and Gwen. Maybe they were performing for me, or maybe they just got into younger girls. Carrie couldn't have been more than 18. If that, honestly; she was a young freshman.

"I'm gonna cum," announced Bill, and pulled out and knelt so he could splash her face with cum. She flinched but was pretty much too drunk to care. "Now get on your hands and knees for my buddy, okay girlie?"

They helped her over, and she giggled as Ted slapped her ass and then gripped it and pressed into her already-fucked cunt. I guess he didn't mind sloppy seconds, although it couldn't have been that sloppy, with no cum. I came at some point, although it wasn't as nice as it would have been if I'd had a cock inside me, and after a while I pulled my jeans down and then my panties and just stroked it openly. Bill came over and watched with me, and I took his limp cock and stroked it, then when he demanded, sucked it as it started to get hard again.

Ted came too after awhile, pulling out and splashing her back, then wiping it up with a towel they had by the bed. "Did you like that?" he asked her.

She had collapsed to her face, and I was worried until she rolled over slowly and grinned. "Gimme another drink," she said, and they passed her the bottle, whereupon she took a mammoth slug and giggled and dribbled some down her chin as she laughed. "I'm loaded," she said.

"Ever had a dick in your asshole?" asked Bill, looking first at me, then Carrie, and grinning widely.

"No, I don't do that," she said.

"Come on, it'll be fun," he said.

"I don't know..." she said, but she was pretty far gone.

"Guys, if you're going to do that, you need to lube up; I don't want you hurting her," I insisted.

"Sure, sure," said Bill. "Now you be a good girl and clean my buddy off, because I want another helping of sweet young gash." He lay down on the bed and helped the drunken freshman to get on top of him, then he started working her hips up and down on him. Her tits bounced in a very alluring way, and I wondered if I could have a taste of them. But first I brought Ted back to life, then he lubed up, using way too little lube, and got behind.

"Ready girlie?" he grinned.

"I don't..." she began, but then she stopped and groaned, and I was ready to pull him off her. "Ow," she said.

"It's okay, it gets better," said Ted as he forced his cock into her virgin rectum. I wanted to stop them, but part of me just found the whole thing so fucking arousing. I took a swig from the bottle and then offered Carrie one, which she choked on.

"It hurts," she said.

"Damn she's tight," said Ted.

"Do her bro," said Bill.

And by god, they did her. Her complaints quieted after a while, and she even let me kiss her and then stroke her breasts, full and young, while both Bill and Ted held her hips in place and fucked her from both directions. She grimaced sometimes, and her breath was coming quickly, but she stopped complaining.

They kept asking her whether she liked having a cock in her ass, and it was annoying after a while. Guys, we get it. You like to feel powerful, and you want us to like it. But you don't need to beat the point to death.

After a few minutes, Ted grunted, "I'm gonna fill your tight little asshole with jizz, little girl," and then he must have cum, because a minute later he pulled back. "Fuck, my cock's got shit on it," he said. Bill laughed, and Ted headed to the bathroom like it was nothing much. They must have had their share of shitty cocks. For me, that would be a turnoff, but for them, I guess it wasn't.

"You want me to cum inside you too, little girl? Pump you full of my man juice?" Bill asked, gripping Carrie's hips and pressing up.

She shook her head no like it was going to fall off. She was really out of it. "Bill, pull out, she's done for the evening," I said.

"You can't tell me what to do," he grunted.

"Yes, I can," I said. "You really want to knock her up? She doesn't know what's going on. If you want to cum in something, you can do it in me if you want."

Bill finally relented after a moment (see, I told you he was a dick) and let Carrie roll off him and lie there panting. "Get over here and finish me then," he grunted, and I was happy to hop onto his cock and let him paint my insides white. I even had a little O while doing so. By that point, Ted was back.

We let Carrie sleep it off a little after I made sure she wasn't going to die. She woke up when I shook her and looked like she was worn out more than ready to choke on vomit. I chewed them out a little for being dicks and taking advantage, and they said, "Fuck you," without any particular malice. To tell the truth, I didn't like this girl and I had found the whole thing pretty arousing, to the point where I asked Bill if he could get it up for a third, and he got it up and then fucked my ass hard while Ted had fun stroking my cunt and giving me several Os. Then Bill pulled out and sprayed his cum all over Carrie's nude, sleeping body, and I laughed and licked it up. She woke up halfway through and wanted to know what was happening, but I kissed her to shut her up and then finished, passing some cum to her when I kissed her again.

I managed to get her back into her clothes, although her thong had vanished, and then despite the protestations of all three parties, I got her out of there. I'm a horrible person, but not that horrible.

After that, I wasn't particularly interested in Bill or Ted, and Carrie was not my cup of tea at all, so I don't know what happened. She might have toddled right back there after I put her in her room and gotten fucked 17 ways to Sunday, but if so, that's her problem, not mine. Sometimes, when I really wanted a DP, I wished that Bill and Ted were there, but really, that was just because they would have done it, not because I wanted them in particular.

Anyway, that's that story, and I hope you understand that I'm weak, and also I was younger and stupider. The fact that I probably would do it again speaks to my character. But I wouldn't let them do it with Sveta, for instance. The fact that she might go off to college and get taken advantage of in the same way by someone has crossed my mind, but hopefully she's a smarter girl than that. I've certainly tried to make sure she is. Now if she wants to have two guys in college, that's something different. I would heartily support that.

Party Time Fun Time Yeah Yeah Yeah

Okay, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted by myself, now on to this weekend.

Mom went out of town to visit friends of hers, leaving Dad and me alone to hold down the fort. Fortunately, she knows exactly how we hold down forts: outstandingly. I cook, Dad cleans, we remain chaste as the morning dew, and early to bed, early to rise.

Yeah, right. We spent the weekend naked except for when the delivery guy brought pizza, we ate nothing but crap, and we slept in. It was a good break from life, a mini-vacation if you will.

Dad's got more steady work now (thank goodness) so he wasn't able to join in the festivities until Friday evening, but when he came home from work and found me on the couch masturbating idly, he pulled off his clothes right there in the doorway and we fucked hard and fast until he blew his load deep inside me. Then we put on a movie, ordered a pizza, and sacked out. Dad got the pizza in nothing but his shorts, which I think must have made the pizza guy wonder, but I pulled a blanket over me to hide, and who gives a shit what the pizza guy thinks?

We ate pizza, then put in another movie, which happened to include a fair amount of boobage, which made both of us anxious, so we turned to a second helping of sex while we watched. I don't know how the movie ended, nor do I really care. All I know is that I came three times on my Dad's cock, and then we sort of fell asleep curled up together. We woke up after a few hours and cleaned things up a little, put the rest of the pizza away, went to bed.

Saturday, we did our favorite morning routine in the shower. It had been a while since we'd both been able to take the time to really enjoy fucking, so that was nice. Then we spent the day lounging, chatting, eating snacks, watching TV. We talked about Sveta a certain amount, but Dad wasn't helpful; just told me all the stuff I already know. I asked him point blank if he wanted me to tell her about him so he could fuck her, and he said that while he would love to try her out, that wasn't a good reason to tell her. Then we talked about her, me telling Dad how she is in bed, him getting harder and harder. Finally we just had to fuck again, me on all fours and my Dad shoving his big juicy cock up into me like it was meant to be.

In the evening I was horny again, and Dad made the supreme effort and tried for number three. It took a certain amount of oral action to get him hard, and I rode him for what seemed like forever before he pulled me off him, rolled me to my back, and took me face to face, so we could kiss and he could stroke every inch of my body. I came over and over again before he finally released, not much volume but I still loved knowing my Daddy was cumming inside me. We watched a movie, then went to bed.

Sunday we made love in the shower again, then did our best to clean up a bit so that Mom wouldn't think we were total animals. Normally we're much neater, but it was just the first time we'd had some down time together in a long time. I think Dad was pretty tuckered out after all his efforts, and he's much less horny than I am, but after we cleaned we were waiting for Mom, and one thing led to another. The last time was slow and relaxing, and I didn't cum hard, but feeling him inside me was great. We started spooning, which isn't something we do a lot, but after a while we got a little more animated and switched to me lying on top of him rocking my pelvis, feeling his power surge into me. We kissed a lot, just feeling our bodies pressing together.

When Mom came in the door we were still going at it, and she laughed and said something snide, so Dad rolled me over to finish off, and then beckoned Mom over and shot his load into her mouth. I was sad I didn't get another load in my cunt, but they're married, what are you going to do?

Then we had to go back to the routine, which was annoying, but still, the weekend was fun. I hope Sveta and I can get together soon. Or that Sheri comes to visit soon. Or something. Although I'm still so busy I don't know if I'd have time to truly do either of those things justice.

Current Affairs

Yes, it is a pun.

Anyway, first Sveta: she's doing fine, although we haven't seen each other anywhere near enough for me. According to her, for her as well. I keep hoping she might be branching out, finding someone else, not really because I want to lose her but because I think it's unhealthy, especially at her age, to be monogamous. Seriously, youth is a time for experimentation, finding out what you like. Who knows, maybe she'll meet someone who does things differently than I do and she'll like that better (I can speculate without too much injury of my pride) and if she hadn't experimented, she would never have known that.

We did spend Valentine's Day together, took a shower together after I warned my parents, had chocolate and sex alternately. She tastes good with chocolate; we didn't smear chocolate on each other or anything, but I had a piece and then ate her out until she came, and the combo was pleasant. I don't know, it might just be me. She didn't comment on it.

Since then, I've only seen her once for anything other than "How's it going?" We both made a little time one weekend to make love at least once, so I picked her up after school on a Friday, took her back to the basement, and we made furious love on the floor for less than an hour, then I dropped her off at her house. She kissed me as she was going out the door and I just wanted to pull her back in and fuck in the car, whatever anyone might say. But she had midterms and I had work, and since then it's been like that.

She got into a decent college; her grades are fine but her family isn't rich, so she couldn't afford to go to her top choice. We talked on the phone a lot when that happened; she was depressed about it. But the school she's going to attend is fine, and she wants to go into medicine perhaps, and it has a decent pre-med program. Better her than me, but then she'll probably wind up being the only person I know who has a well-paying and secure job. The school isn't too far either... which is good because it means I can see her, but bad because it means I can see her. I've been over this territory before. I won't do it again and bore everyone.

Now Kate: haven't seen her or Roger or their sons since I wrote about them last. I've just been too fucking busy. They want me to come over, but I wonder if maybe they've got another catch warming up too. It wouldn't surprise me to learn that I'm not the only sucker. I said I was fine with that, but given past performance I'm not sure whether they'd tell me if it happened. It's too bad; I'd love to have a foursome with them, or even just watch Kate get fucked by another man, or anything like that. They're not high on my list of priorities, because it's just a fling, really. A long, drawn-out fling, but if they both never spoke to me again, I wouldn't be sad, I'd just be a bit annoyed that the sex had dried up.

Now, to family: Sheri is supposedly going to visit at some point soon. I'll believe that when it happens. Mike is not coming to visit for Spring Break; he's going fishing or something, damn him. I told him that I could give him all the fish he could eat, and he laughed and said that he'd love to take me up on it, but he had to do other things than fuck all the time. Bastard. Mari is fine as well; she and her partner are hurting financially because of the economy, but they think they can make ends meet okay. They can't afford to travel, so no visits from them in the near future even if Mari wanted to, which I don't know she does. We talk on the phone and through email, but again I think she's a bit nervous about introducing her partner to us. It's too bad, she sounds like a nice woman. I mean that in a totally non-sexual sense.

At home... well, this post is getting long, so I think I'll cut it off and start another about this weekend.

I'm Back

Still busy, but it's looking up for this month, and I need to write blogs. I was going to talk about this weekend, because it was a good time, but then I was conversing with someone (he knows who he is) about facials, cum, and what to do with cum, and I thought of a terrific story I wanted to share, which is about my roomie from college, and she deserves some coverage.

Gwen (my roomie, for those late to the party) and I used to share partners a lot, but we didn't often have foursomes, I think because boys are insecure and don't like to perform in front of one another. Prove me wrong, fellas, prove me wrong. I'm sure there are a lot of gals who don't want to perform for others either, but guys are more than willing to have two girls, but getting two guys to get together and double-team one girl is much, much harder. So the only time we'd manage a foursome is if, by stroke of luck of design, we both managed to have a partner who was into it. Most of the time, that wasn't in the cards, and a few times our partners could only be enticed into fucking us in the same room, without any sharing at all. I remember once we even had two guys who were perfectly okay with being together with the other couple in the room, even switching between the couples, but not on the same bed. I mean, Gwen and I both got fucked nicely by two very nice cocks, but it was basically my guy fucked me and then her guy fucked me and vice versa, and then they left us to our own devices.

Anyway, we did once hook up with a pair of guys who were absolutely interested in a foursome. They were roommates too, and Gwen knew one of them and asked if they'd like to double-date us, so we all went out to a local joint. Things got pretty exciting during dinner; my guy had his hand up my skirt as he sat beside me, although he stayed away from the big money and just stroked my thigh. They were going to figure out who went back to whose place, and Gwen and I decided to go for it and ask if they both wanted to go back to ours. We had a nicer room, because by this point we had lived together for longer than you had to and had all sorts of seniority so we basically had the pick of rooms.

We were surprised and delighted when they looked at one another and grinned and said, "Yes please," although we figured that they would be like most of the other guy pairs we'd had to our room; only interested in one at a time. But as we were heading back to our room with them, my guy (let's call him Bill) asked me if I'd ever had a cock in my ass before, because he and his roomie (let's call him Ted, not because these guys were anything like that, but it's better than Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dum and they're hardly recurring characters in the story of my life) liked to do that.

Well, by the time we got back to the room, all the cards were on the table and all that remained was to decide who was fucking whom. If I recall, we started paired up on the bed (my roomie and I liked to push the two beds together to make one big bed) side by side, gals going down on guys. They were pretty much ready to go, and so were we, but they insisted on tasting the cooches in evidence, so we let them. At a certain point they switched off without the gals noticing, so when the time came for penetration I had Ted. He was shorter than I was, but he made up for it in performance; a very enjoyable fuck, and when he switched off with Bill, I was sorry to see him go. I was on my hands and knees, but Bill lay down and had me ride him for a while, then he asked if I would mind if he doubled Gwen. I minded a little, but when I squatted over Ted's face as he pumped up into Gwen's tight Asian cunt, his tongue made up for the loss.

Ted came inside Gwen while Bill was still fucking her ass so hard she was moaning, and turned his full attention to my cunt until I was moaning along. Bill finally pulled off of Gwen and told me to open my mouth, and although I didn't really want cum in any holes above the equator, I got a huge cum out of him. It filled my mouth, ran down my chin. Gwen helped with cleanup. I moved down to clean up Ted and Gwen's snatch, and lo and behold, there was another big load all churned up down there. These two guys came like horses.

We lay back and savored the afterglow for a few moments, then we chatted while things came back to life. Actually, Gwen and I were ready far before they were, so we fooled around and they watched and enjoyed themselves. Finally, they were good to go again, and this time I got DP. I made sure that Bill wouldn't pull out of my cunt, but I let Gwen have a mouthful of Ted.

After that, and the cleanup, and the afterglow, and then Gwen and I fooling around some more, Ted was done for the night but Bill wanted another go, so first he fucked Gwen's cunt and then my ass before he pulled out and came on my back. I'm not a huge fan of that, just because I think it's a waste of cum, but Gwen licking it off me was fine. And yes, I know that we were unsanitary and unsafe. Water under the bridge.

I told you that story, as Bill Cosby once said, to tell you this one. Obviously we had to see these guys again, and they were okay with that idea, although they said that they weren't interested in it being a regular thing. Apparently, from the scuttlebutt I heard later, they were both players in the extreme, always looking for new conquests, and they also liked freshmen. Boys. Go fig. But we talked them into another session, promising in particular that they wouldn't have to pretend it was a date; we'd skip straight to the fucking.

Well, then that day came, Gwen and I decided we wanted to try some fun stuff we'd never been able to try before. It was the first time we'd ever had two guys for a foursome back for seconds. So first, since they came so much, we decided to try a double cum swap: each guy would cum in one of us, we'd eat each other out, then kiss and mix the cum around between our mouths, then go back and spit out the mixed cum into each other's cunts. I wish we'd had a video camera, because it seemed like a terrific idea for some porn (maybe it's been done before, but not by two girls as hot as we were).

It worked out okay, and we wound up eating each other out while the boys looked on. I remember when Gwen came she spewed out some cum that I had missed the first time, so bonus there. I've eaten out a few girls after they've been creamed, but that's only happened to me rarely.

The guys wanted more, and we wanted to give it to them, so we decided that next they would both cum in Gwen's mouth and she would then spit it into my cunt. So they DPed me until I was begging for mercy, then first Ted and then Bill unloaded onto Gwen's tongue. Their second loads were still pretty large by most standards, and some leakage occurred, and Gwen said she swallowed some by accident, but there was still enough to spit into my cunt. They guys thought that was sexy as hell, and they both were up for thirds, so they DPed Gwen, then Ted was struggling so I let Bill and Gwen finish how they liked while I gave Ted my all-star, 4-alarm BJ. He must have used up all his spunk the first two times, because there wasn't much to swallow, but swallow I did.

After that, we didn't see them for a long time. Like I said, new conquests. But I did talk them into doubling me once more, and they said I was better in the sack than a freshman virgin but that it wasn't the same. Still, it was fun. I tried to get them to let me sit in on one of their sessions with a freshman virgin... but that's a story for another time.

Honestly, aside from the fact that they were willing and eager to do what we wanted, they weren't nice guys or people I'd want to spend much time around. They were macho, and they weren't particularly interested in our needs, and they were players, and they didn't want to talk about sex particularly, and they wouldn't do anything bi. So the hell with Bill and Ted. Still, that was some of the most fun I've had with cum, and that's why I think facials and pearl necklaces and such are a waste of precious fluids which could be put to better use.

Jeez, you bottle it up, and it explodes. This wasn't a post, it was a novel. More about current events later.