Halloween Happenings

As I said, doing absolutely fuck all. Well, not quite fuck all. I slept in a little because for whatever reason I was having some crazy dreams; woke up with a crick in my neck and a sprained wrist. No, not from that. Then I called Sveta. She's going to a Halloween party; her roomie and friends are dragging her there. Someday I hope to be able to meet some of these people. Anyway, I told her that she had carte blanche to wind up in anyone's bed she wanted, and she giggled. Who knows, maybe she will wind up in some sexy situation. She's still not sure what costume she'll wear; way to leave things to the last minute, huh?

After lunch, Dad and I made some time for apple bobbing without apples. A lot of the time, neither of us need much in the way of preparation, and since sex with Dad can take much longer than normal, we sort of do foreplay while we fuck. We don't start out "fucking" per se; we both like penetration, so it's like penetrative foreplay for a while, nice and slow. This, of course, is when we find time for foreplay. Sometimes, we just jump on and fuck hard.

But today, it was the first time we'd had some free time for a while, and really, it was either sex or watching movies (on which more later) and Mom was at work (poor Mom, having to work Saturdays, but then until recently I often did too, so I sympathize because I know the feeling) so we went up to the big bed, stripped off the sheets to keep from making too much of a mess, and mashed monsters (why yes, I am enjoying making some seasonal entendres).

Dad sat on the edge of the bed because he didn't want to stand but he did want to see me on my knees, and I knelt in front of him and started licking the tip of his cock like an ice cream cone. Sometimes its nice to mix things up. He was semi-hard but got harder with nothing but my tongue, and then I started stroking his balls with my fingers, holding his cock in one hand as I kept licking it, flicking the glans with the tip of my tongue. It's a more playful way to give head, and I enjoy it sometimes. Really, it's much more photogenic too, and I wish we'd had a camera because it would have been some sexy pictures. With another guy I might have worked on his asshole too, just getting a finger down there and stroking and pressing. A lot of guys, even those opposed to the idea of anal play, get into it when I finger them while giving head. But Dad doesn't want any action below the taint, so I confine myself to other avenues of pleasure.

The other nice thing about giving Dad head with my tongue is that I can build him up without making him go off. It's like a tease, a preparation, before the main event. Because I'm not going to waste what might be the only orgasm I get out of him on my mouth. With someone else, it'd be different; I'd want them to cum once so they'd be ready for a longer fuck. But with Dad, I want him prepped and ready, but nothing else.

After a few tasty minutes, Dad leaned back and said, "You're such a tease, girl," and I knew he was ready to move on to something else. I got up (my knees creaking with annoyance, because they're convinced that they're 85 years old) and asked if he wanted to return the favor, sample a few treats from my pumpkin, taste my candy corn... yeah, I should probably hold off on this, shouldn't I? Of course he did. I lay back and he started by kissing my lips, then running his kisses down my neck, over my breasts, a quick peck at my belly button (because he knows I love that) and then started stirring my witch's cauldron. He's more to-the-point than some, more direct, doesn't mess around with me because we've done it so many times he knows what I want. A finger immediately into my pussy, kisses and sucking on my lips and then more soft kisses and sucking on my clit until it comes out to play, and then he plays with it. I'm not complaining at all, mind you; it's just different from other people who eat me out. Maybe at some point I'll do a compare/contrast.

It always works; I came quite quickly, not a huge orgasm, but a good work-out for the ones to come when I finally allowed Dracula across the threshold (I can't help myself). Once I was finished and he'd tasted all the mulled cider he cared to, he asked if I wanted him, then when I nodded with a grin he moved back up my body, gave me a kiss which tasted of my pussy, then eased his way in until the villagers' battering ram broke down the door of the lab completely, if you catch my drift.

After a few minutes, we rolled over and I bounced on him, his hands stroking my flanks from my armpits down my thighs, making me feel like he was all around me. Some guys go for the breasts, some for the ass, but I do enjoy some movement in the hands when I'm on top. I came, much harder this time, and wound up lying on his chest panting like a werewolf when the full moon comes out from behind the clouds (I didn't even write that one; I think I'm possessed), then he helped me off him and said he needed to be a little harder to finish up, so I got on my paws and knees and Daddy werewolf rutted me from behind until I came again with a howl and he pressed home and spewed what felt like a gallon of cum into me.

After the obligatory cleanup, we were both winded, so we went downstairs and put on a Boris Karloff movie. We got a collection from the library and were going to watch them for Halloween. Let me tell you, I love Boris Karloff. He's another one I can't explain but I find attractive. Not with makeup on, but when he's just sort of looking normal. And a nice guy, didn't take himself too seriously, loved kids... yeah, I like Boris Karloff. But his eyes... wow. He could talk me into being his eternal mummy bride with those eyes any day. Not to mention that The Mummy is the greatest "monster" movie ever. And all those movies have pretty young actresses in them. So my Dad and I like them.

Well, amazingly, when the movie was finished, I looked over and Dad had wood. He said, "Can I help it if that girl in the movie was sexy?"

"No, of course not. As sexy as me?" Yes, I did pout a little. Don't judge me.

"You're in color," he laughed.

"Prove it." And lo and behold, "It's alive! Alive!" And I hopped on his lap, slipped him inside me, and we watched the second movie like that, occasionally shifting in and out a little, just enjoying ourselves. The second actress was just as hot as the first, and when the movie was done (they're only an hour and change long, so it wasn't that strange) I hopped off, lay back on the floor, and told him to let his ghoul out.

The second time was faster than the first because we were both keyed up, and we switched quickly into doggy style because both of us wanted a nice hard shag. He was pressing deep into me, pressing into my belly with every thrust, making me cum three times before gasping and cumming into my pussy again, much less this time but just as nice.

I gave him a big Halloween kiss, he gave it right back, and then I headed to the computer to write about it. Hey, I'm not a party girl. I don't think I'd go to a party tonight if I was asked. But I had a party anyway. And I'm going to go and watch another Boris Karloff movie and feel Halloween-y, and I don't think that's any less seasonal than getting trashed in costume. But I can't wait to hear what goes on with Sveta.

Happy Halloween, and may all your tricks be treats.

Halloween Story

Since I'm doing fuck all this Halloween, I'll tell another Halloween story from the past, since those are fun. No, this is not spooky. It's sexy.

This was after my parents decided Mike and I were too old to be going around demanding candy, and they said we could dress up and hand out candy instead, and if a piece or two got eaten by us, no harm, no foul. We weren't on a particularly busy street, so chances of us running out were slim.

Sheri was off doing Sheri things, Mari was doing work or something, so it was just Mike and me. Mike and I decided we were both going to be zombies that year (it seems to me that a zombie movie came out or something, but maybe we just saw Night of the Living Dead and liked the idea). Zombie is a fairly low-rent option; basically messed-up clothes and some makeup and you're there. We got some fake blood to use strategically, and we both wore torn-up rags, painted our faces a little green, and for whatever reason wore sunglasses (to be the coolest zombies on the block, I think the logic was). I even borrowed some hairspray from Sheri (I am not a 'do gal) and mussed up my hair a little. I was in a tattered skirt, Mike was in grubby jeans. In dim light, we looked fine. I don't know that we would make the top ten best costumes ever list, but whatever.

We frightened the hell out of some little kids, staggering to the door and groaning, "Brains, brains." Not that we disliked little kids; we always stopped if they freaked out, gave them extra candy, that kind of thing. There were even some people we knew, Mike's age, who came around, and we gave them candy too. But after the first 20 minutes or so of the allotted time, things died down, and there were maybe two kids in the next half hour.

So we got bored, and when we got bored, we got rambunctious, and Mike pulled out his zombie cock, put a Hershey's Kiss on the tip, and told me he figured zombies could eat other things than brains. I was on my knees sucking him when the next knock came, and we had to hurriedly pull ourselves together and hand out candy, and then as soon as the kids were out of sight, he grabbed me, planted a kiss on my lips, and said, "That was hot." At it was. He was still nice and hard, and I was dripping with zombie ichor, so we fetched up against the door, he hiked my skirt up and unzipped, and we fucked up against the door.

I saw some people coming down the street and we ducked down below the window, but kept fucking until the screen door started to open, then I told Mike to stay put, grabbed the candy, and handed it out as nicely but quickly as I could, then almost slammed the door in the kids' faces, and got on my hands and knees and let Mike get behind me again. I came as he thrust in the first time, and he only lasted a few thrusts before he pumped me full of cum.

And there was still an hour of Trick or Treat to go. We tried our best to be good, but after a few minutes, we were fooling around again. Dad came by, saw that Mike was pulling out his cock again, and told us to get lost, he would hand out the rest of the candy. We rushed up to the girls' room (my sisters and I all slept in one big room at the time) but found Mari in there, so we went to Mike's room, shedding clothing, hopped into bed, and Mike lubed up and plowed my ass through two solid orgasms on my part before he came in my colon.

Ah, zombie sex. Not enough of it in movies, I don't think.

God I miss Mike. And sex in costume. When Sveta's around more, we're definitely going to have to do some of that. Exciting underwear is just the beginning.

Russian Teens

The Russians (aside from all the other great stuff they have going for them) seem to have a standard of beauty which appeals to me. And I'm not talking about babushka peasant women. Yes, I know, Russian porn is probably horribly exploitative, but still, there are some very sexy girls in Russia.

http://www.xvideos.com/video13312/russian_teen_natasha

Presented for your approval, Natasha, who uses a toy with a screw. It's a wimpy screw, and she doesn't use it right (or at least not the way I would use it) but still. And then sex. Always a plus. Adorable girl getting speared by big cock, and if she's being exploited she's covering it well. I enjoy porn where the people involved seem to be enjoying themselves. Lord knows I would, in her position. Gorgeous hairless soft pink pussy, looks tasty. As does her entire body, really. Yeah, I'm drooling a little.

I really do think Russia has to be one of the sexiest countries. The Nordic regions and Asia have their elements of sexy too, but cold Russian steppes and hot Cossack blood... yes, that'll do nicely. Plus vodka.

As always, viewing suggestions happily entertained. I'm limited in what I can watch by technology and lack of time, but maybe I'll check reader submissions out.

TMI Filler

I'm scheduling these way ahead of time because I might not have the time, so they'll tide everyone over until I do have the time. Or maybe nothing exciting will happen between now and then. Anyway, from TMI. Suggestions/questions/quizzes always welcome.

1. You can flip a switch that will wipe any band or musical artist out of existence. Which one will it be?

Too hard. There are a lot of musical acts I could do without. I mean, I didn't hate Michael Jackson, but I kind of wish he'd never existed so I wouldn't have to hear about his death any more. I sort of feel the same way about Elvis. I don't have any particular animousity there, though, just a desire to shut the tabloids up.

I'm not particularly fond of a lot of pop music. I was always an alternative grrl. Not that I was a grrl by any means, but I liked some of the music. Okay, I've got a safe one: Creed. Go away Creed. Nobody likes you. Too safe. But anything else I say will cause flamewars. Maybe my previous paragraph will cause flamewars. Yes, I did say that I wish Michael Jackson had never existed. Have at me.

2. You seem to be having an excellent day because you just came across a hundred-dollar bill on the sidewalk. Holy crap, a hundred bucks! How are you gonna spend it?

Gas or groceries. $100 is a drop in the well of my lack of money. Sorry, this is a boring answer, but I was always taught frugality. It's going into my bank account. Well, that is, if I don't find the owner of said hundski, in which case it's going back to them. I might go to the police about it. Maybe not. How are you going to identify a hundred dollar bill?

3. Rufus appears out of nowhere with a time-traveling phone booth. You can go anytime in the PAST. What time are you traveling to and what are you going to do when you get there?

Again, too hard, because there are all sorts of places I'd like to visit and reasons for visiting them. I'd like to take a camera and document the building of the Great Pyramid, to settle the debate once and for all (plus, I'd become the greatest Egyptologist ever, which would rock). Or how about resolving the Shakespeare issue? Jesus? Atlantis? Oh, the historical debates to settle would be so tempting.

Of course, if it was a naughty time machine and you're asking whom I'd go back in time to fuck... again, tough question. If Cleopatra was as attractive as some people say she was (as opposed to ugly, as others say she was) I'd probably be interested in trying her out. I've mentioned Chiang Kai Shek. There are others. Going back to the heady days of Roman debauchery has its appeal at times. Or going back to Egypt where incest was perfectly acceptable. There are lots of naughty things to do in the past.

I think I might like to go back in time to the 1940s, because there were a lot of very gorgeous women back then, plus the styles are appealing, plus all that soldier-boy beefcake just waiting for a good welcome-back fuck. Seriously, the pin-up girls from the '40s are incredibly glamorous and didn't have to be anorexically thin to be sexy. Not that I'm not attracted to thin girls too, but '40s women knew how to sell zaftig. They weren't fat, just rounder. Still very slim. I could fit right in, plus the post-war economic boom is sounding pretty nice about now.

This is all assuming that one can't alter the past, since Rufus' time machine (from Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure, in case you don't know) doesn't appear to affect the past. But if you could affect the past, I'd stay the Hell out of it, I think, because it's too easy to fuck that kind of thing up. Have I given this question too much thought? Maybe just a little.

4. What is your favorite curse word?

I curse more than I should, not because it's bad, but because it's lazy. Back when "fuck" wasn't every third word spoken in the English language, people had to be more creative. That being said, if we're measuring number of uses, the "fuck" family wins in my speech. I mean, yes, there's the obvious reasons, but also because it's an incredibly utilitarian word.

I think "cunt" should be used more, but not really as a curse word, necessarily. I also think that "bitch" should be used more to describe unisex things, rather than being an epithet which tars only women who are bitchy or men who are feminine. "Stupid bitch" is a terrific turn of phrase, not meaning anything more than "dumb shit" (which I also like).

I like "asshat," but it's lacks utility. I like "cuntsock" but again, utility. I like to measure things in "metric fucktons." I enjoy talking about "not giving a flat, rate-adjusted fuck" about things. Basically, if I'm going to curse, I try to be slightly more inventive. I usually fail because I am lazy, but I try.

5. You have the opportunity to sleep with the movie celebrity of your choice. We are talking no-strings-attached sex and it can only happen once. Who is the lucky celebrity of your choice?

Come on, at least give me one guy, one gal. If it were a guy, Karl Urban. Off the cuff. No idea why, other than that I can't think of anything compelling.

If it were a gal, Emily Browning. She's cute, and this is no-strings-attached. Otherwise, she's too young for me (she says, knowing full well the Emily Browning is actually older than Sveta, the woman of her dreams).

Those are both completely off the cuff. I could spend hours fantasizing about different actors/actresses. Picking just one would be impossible unless I just gave a pat answer.

Bonus (as in optional):You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what's even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice! What's it gonna be?

I think I may have discussed my plans for mutant powers previously, but I'm going to restate that either I'd go for flight (because in my flying dreams, I always enjoy myself, although I don't go very high, scared of heights, so maybe "levitation" is more appropriate), gills (I like to swim and being underwater is a lot like flight, although again, I'd have to have eyes that could see in dark water, and being in water so deep I can't see the bottom also scares me), or my personal favorite (but not a common power), the ability to split into copies, so I could have multiples of myself. Man would that come in handy. Plus, I could fuck myself. But mostly because I could be a one-woman crew. Although having an orgy where I was the only woman there has its appeal too.

Poor Impulse Control

I should really have a topic for that, shouldn't I? It seems to feature in far too many of my posts. Actually, I suppose it would have been a decent title for the blog, particularly if Sheri featured more frequently in it.

But yeah, I didn't get a job I really wanted, nor have I gotten any of the other jobs I'm remotely qualified for, and now it seems like I'm going to wind up going back and doing more theatre because I can't get a fucking job anywhere else. Don't get me wrong, I know the economy is shit. Boy do I know. And I know I should be grateful that I have a job of some sort to fall back on, except it's not much of a job and it certainly doesn't pay the bills.

So anyway, the point is that over the weekend I was in an extremely bad mood. Not mopey, rather destructive. Maybe it's because I haven't gotten to tear down a set in a long time. I don't know. But talking to Sveta, getting some time with Dad, watching TV until my brain leaked out of my ears, nothing was doing anything to improve my basic desire to kick someone in the stones. I suppose that pissed and violent is a more productive and healthy mood than the depths of depression, but still.

I was no fun to be around, so I went out and got absolutely hammered. Hammered to the point of hiccuping. Spent rather more than I had planned at a bar, then bought a veritable jug of vodka and wandered around taking slugs from it. Didn't help at all, by the way; self-medication is not the answer, and I'm not just saying that as a public service announcement.

Being near a college as I am, it makes it really easy to wind up in someone's dorm room. I know I have on numerous occasions, not really since I came back from college, but certainly when I was still in school. I didn't want to go back home trashed, and while I was perfectly aware of how much my life sucked, it was easy for me to use whatever excuse I could come up with to show up at a party and offer up the remainder of my vodka as a peace offering (I'm making a joke here about town-gown relations; I could have showed up with no booze and this lot wouldn't have given a shit).

This was the first time I'd been to a college party since college. I do not slum it up in the college nearby. Honestly, I'm not that into the college scene. Others disagree, but me, I was happy to be no longer in college. But sometimes, there are things I miss. And as drunk as I was, I guess the missing these things took over. Well, for one, when I was in college, I didn't have to worry about not being able to find a job and my life being a dead end. So yeah, there's that.

It wasn't on campus, to my credit; it was one of the apartments pretty much taken over by college students who didn't want to live in dorms. Just a large house really. Reminded me of my college housing, which was essentially a large house. And the party was jumping, to the point where I'm surprised the police weren't called. Nobody knew me, but nobody cared. And I didn't know anyone. Again, I'd just like to say that this was totally out of character for me, and I feel really ashamed of doing it, honestly. I mean, if I were at Sveta's college and she invited me to a party or something, it'd be different. I was crashing a college party. What I was thinking is debatable. I can't give you an in-depth psychoanalysis because I wasn't totally there at the time.

I'm not sure how many people were there, but there were enough to get lost in the crowd. I made drunken conversation, was invited to dance by a number of people, including two girls. I danced, I drank some more, I remained painfully aware that I was out of my element and shouldn't have been there and all that, but that part of my brain, while present, was unable to exercise any control.

Wound up making out on the couch with an equally drunk guy, slipping my hand into his pants and groping him, and then we staggered off to a quieter corner and I gave him a terrible blowjob which he didn't seem to mind, judging by the speed with which he came in my mouth. I wanted to get fucked, bad, at that point, but it wasn't that type of party. And I felt unpleasant and was hiccuping somewhat uncontrollably, to the point where I was worried about throwing up, which I don't do, so I left.

I know you all were hoping for a sexy story, but basically, I just did stupid things and didn't get anything out of it. I went home and it wasn't even that late. I don't know, maybe the party started being that type of party later, and I missed it. Probably not. Despite what you might see in porn, college parties are not all orgies.

I told Sveta about it and she didn't understand why I feel so bad about it. But I do, because that's not me. I'm just going stir-crazy and wondering, despite how good some of my life is, if I'm ever going to make a contribution to the world beyond being easy. I don't know what I want to do with my life, I have no great aspirations, but at the same time I'm tired of being a loser. My friends from college, my family, everyone is making something of themselves, and me, I'm just sitting here waiting to cum.

Sorry, I'm venting a bit. No need to be sympathetic; I've brought most of this on myself. Doesn't make it any easier to bear though, does it?

Some news, however; it is in the cards to visit Sveta soon, so hopefully that will be a fun time that can be recounted more sexily. And to those who have asked, yes, I'm still going to let Sveta read this blog, it just hasn't been a good time. If I told her now, she wouldn't have the time to read it anyway, and I don't want to burden her brain with something non-essential. I am not sheltering her. I can't wait for her to read it and see what she thinks. But at this point, it's like telling someone I've written a novel (not a reflection of its quality, mind you, just its length); it's too long for light reading. Hell, I've written several novels. I don't expect anyone to read them.

Beautiful

If the only thing in this porn was the woman stripping, that'd be enough. She is extremely hot (I may have mentioned in the past that I appreciate the beauty of the female form more than the male. So my porn choices tend to feature attractive women without worrying too much about what the men look like). I don't usually go in for videos of solo girls, because it's not as exciting, but she's tres sexy.

Fortunately for you, she is not alone. Nor is she with only one guy. DP, baby! DP and a hot chick, who could ask for anything more? Well, to be the hot chick, in my case, but other than that.

The video has a really long URL that would break the layout of my blog. Suffice to say, it's here.

Okay, I could also ask to be a second hot chick, because what's good with three is better with four. And then, of course, I'd want another two guys so we could be simultaneously DPed. And then another two so we could simultaneously give blowjobs. And then some more hot chicks, and guys, and a Roman bacchanal, and fantasy creatures... yeah, best just to leave it at this video for the moment so my head doesn't explode.

Love the One You're With

Actually, I hate that song and pretty much hate its message, but it was the first title that came to mind. And I can't be with one of the ones I love, but that doesn't mean I'm substituting. Even if I could be with all the people I love, at once, I might still want to love a few other people.

Anyway, spent all of yesterday morning in a funk. For whatever reason, there is a song that, whenever I hear it or think about it, I cry, and so I spent all morning humming it and crying for no particular reason. Got out the guitar and played the song and teared up. Listened to the song and teared up. A fun time was had by all. Since I had fuck all else to do, there wasn't really anything to pull me from the funk. I guess I should have made my fuck the P-Funk. No, that's not the song.

Then I got a call from Perry asking if I was free in the evening. We'd been trying to hook up for a while, and he was finally able to get together. I would have been perfectly happy to just head over to his place, but he wanted to take me out for drinks. Why not? I like free booze.

I called Sveta to tell her what I was doing because I felt it was proper. She was jealous, not of him, of me. "Why do you get all the cock?" was essentially what we're talking about here. She told me to enjoy myself, then had to get to class. What I really wanted to do was climb through the phone lines and make love with her right there, but until they figure out a way to do that, I'm stuck here.

I have mentioned before that I'm not into the bar scene at all, so it was good that he wanted to go to someplace that was pretty swanky, no loud music, no boisterous drunks, no sports on TVs, that kind of thing. It was too cold to wear what I wanted, so I had to go with a longer skirt and a sweater, but I didn't wear any underwear. Always be prepared, that's not my motto.

The place was nice, very expensive, and in the interests of not bankrupting him, I only got one drink. It was not a "hey, let's get blitzed" kind of evening in any case. He asked after Sveta, wondered when he might get to see her again, I made polite nothings.

Then we got to talking more seriously, which was not what I wanted to do. I guess he wants to date, properly date, do that whole thing, with an eye to some kind of commitment. The brakes squealed, tires smoked, passengers were thrown through windshields. I am not looking to date him. I already have a steady, plus family, plus I like things on the side, and I don't like him that much. I mean, he's good company, decent in the sack. His oral makes up for his only moderate abilities in other departments, and while I can occasionally get into feeling like I'm being molested by my teacher, I think he wants that all the time, which is a one-trick pony I'm not too keen to ride. Basically, I'm not interested in dating anyone, let alone him.

Now I was pretty sure sex was off, we would both get up and go our separate ways and that would be that. I didn't want to burn any bridges, but I wasn't about to lead him on. So we had that conversation, which I won't bore anyone with. Undoubtedly you've heard it all before. To my credit, I didn't give him any, "It's not you, it's me," bullshit, just basically said I was perfectly happy to hook up, but not looking for anything else from anyone. At a certain point, he got the point that I was essentially pledged to Sveta (the other stuff he doesn't need to know about) and while she and I were fine with outside interests, I wasn't dating anyone else.

About that time I figured I should finish my drink and prepare to leave, so I did that, and he said, "No, wait, don't leave, I'm sorry, I didn't understand how things were." And to his credit, he said it was fine, he understood, and he was okay with that too. Whether he really is or not remains to be seen. I guess if he starts stalking me or something, we'll know. But we switched topics to something else, he ordered me another drink without asking, and if that part of the evening wasn't forgotten, it was at least buried deep.

We were sitting across from one another, and I was getting flirty and horny, so I knocked something off the table and asked him in my best poor widdle me act to pick it up for me, then when he went under the table, I opened my legs. If it had been a romantic comedy, there would have been a bump as his head shot up into the table top, but instead he just popped up again and said, "I think we should go." Damn skippy, what made you think that, Einstein?

I kind of wish it had been the type of bar where we could have just sat there, side by side, and he could have felt me up under the table, but it wasn't that type of place. So we walked back to his place, his arm around my waist because it was getting chilly (never mind that I like the cold and was just fine, I let him think he was a big strong man because hey, I was feeling hot for teacher). Once we were through the door, jackets were tossed to the ground and both of us sprinted up stairs. I pulled my sweater and blouse over my head at once, and he pulled off his shirt, and hot, urgent mammary manipulation was the order of the day. Neither of us were beyond tipsy, we were just really hungry. I have a hickey above my left breast, the fucker. I'm not into hickeys, but I didn't say boo at the time.

I had slipped my hands into his pants, got them off while he was still pawing at my tits, and then stroking his raging hardon until he had to break away and beg me to stop or he was going to cum. I just got on my knees and swallowed. Then it was up on the bed, skirt off, legs spread, and his amazing tongue was driving me wild. Waves of orgasms until my knees were weak, until I was crying out every time he flicked my clit with the tip of his tongue.

While I was still panting, he pulled on a condom, got between my legs, and pressed in. I was in full-on submissive mode (not in the classical sense, just in the sense that I was basically letting him do whatever he wanted) and gasping for air, then he pressed in and collapsed onto me, and I knew he had cum.

We lay there, body to body for a while, then he got up, pulled off the condom and chucked it (so wasteful, but whatever) and then got up and went to the bathroom. Again, not prime candidate for great fuck, except for his amazing oral skills.

When he came back, I was still lying there enjoying it, and he stood there looking down at me and stroking his cock without thinking. I asked him if he wanted some more anal, and he asked me if I wanted a few more orgasms. So we settled on both. He ate me out again, just as enjoyably as the first time, and then he pulled on a condom and fucked my ass until I was so close to cumming it's not even funny, then just as I was about to slip over the edge, he stopped and pumped his load into the rubber. I was desperate, so I reached back and went crazy on myself until I finally came, not the nice big O I was hoping for with his cock in my ass. And frankly, it just stoked the fires.

But that was it. He was done. He offered to let me spend the night, and I almost accepted, but I wanted to get some sleep and not be tossing and turning in a foreign bed. Plus the whole not wanting to lead him on thing. I thanked him, begged off, got on my clothes, and walked home, hoping against hope that Dad might still be up and give me what I really needed.

No dice. But I called Sveta, and we agreed that maybe we should lay off Perry for a while, just in case. Still, the temptation is extreme. He's already emailed me asking when we can meet up again. He's trying to wear me down, I think. Convince me by familiarity. I really didn't picture this the last time. It seemed like he wasn't at all interested in commitment. Ah well. There are other fish in the sea, probably even some who have tongues which make me feel the way his does.

And now I'm back to moping and humming songs that make me cry. Yeah, I've got to see the doc about the hormones. I'm too young to be having menopause.

56 Things About Lexi

Which was brazenly stolen from Turn the Paige because she brazenly stole it from someone else, and anyway I'm not stealing her answers, although they are good ones. Justification much?

• Nervous habits: I bite my nails and cuticles, have a callus on my knuckle from nibbling at it, tap my toes, fiddle with my hair, touch myself inappropriately, rock, and basically belong in an institution. I'm sane. Perfectly sane. She's really not. She's crazy, and I should know, because I'm living in her brain and I can't get out.
• Are you double jointed: I'm not very flexible at all, when it comes down to it. When I was younger I could pull of some positions I can't touch now.
• Can you roll your tongue: Yes, although I wish I could do some of the other tricks people can do with their tongues, not because I think it makes you a better lover, just because it's neat.
• Can you raise one eyebrow at a time: Survival mechanism, that.
• Can you blow spit bubbles: Yes. Why?
• Can you cross your eyes: Not only that, but I can cross them independently, and I'm working on being able to raise one and lower the other. My ultimate goal is to rip my optic nerves completely from their tethers and go blind. Aside from the last sentence, all of this is true. My mother used to tell me I was going to destroy my vision. At least she didn't say I'd get stuck that way; too classy for that shit.
• Tattoos: Nope. I might someday get a small one, but not really my scene, plus I'm scared of needles and tattoos always seem so risky to the rational part of my brain.
• Piercing: Ears. Sorry if you were expecting tongue or something even more exciting. I only have the ones in my ears because everyone was doing it.
• Do you make your bed daily: No. I don't even really make it when I change the sheets. I like a rumpled bed, feels cozier.

CLOTHES

• Which shoe goes on first: I have an intricate system which determines, based on the climate, the shoe, the numerological significance of the date, and a computer-generated random number, which shoe to put on first. I ignore it and pick the shoe that I happen to select.
• Speaking of shoes, have you ever thrown one at anyone: Does George Bush count? Old joke. Probably.
• On the average, how much money do you carry: Between 0 and 100 dollars. Usually closer to 0. I like to keep a little cash on me, but I don't tend to spend it except in emergencies. I have been taken captive by the plastic revolution. Not that I run up huge credit card bills, but I do pay for most things with a card.
• What jewelry do you wear 24/7: I have a necklace I like to wear a lot, and other jewelry given me because I don't have the heart to tell people not to give me jewelry. But I'm not a jewelry-type gal. It's not 24/7 by any stretch. Some days I don't even bother with earrings.
• Favorite piece of clothing: I'm not a clothes horse, but I'd have to say it depends. I have a dress I absolutely love to break out in the spring, trés sexy. But for comfort, I have a robe I wear a lot, warm and fluffy. But not during the summer; too warm, too fluffy. So yeah, it depends.

FOOD

• Do you twirl your spaghetti or cut it: Um, neither. I don't know how to eat spaghetti, so I wind up gathering it with a fork and trying not to get sauce in my eyes. I guess it's more a twirl than a cut, but I don't get those photogenic twirls I see people eating, and there are always stragglers that get out and get sauce on my chin. I don't see how you could eat spaghetti by cutting it. That just multiplies the problem. Now noodles, I eat them with chopsticks, and I'm quite good at that. Maybe I should eat spaghetti with chopsticks too? No, the Italians would find out and put out a hit on me.
• Have you ever eaten Spam: No, but I've eaten weirder things. Spam is pretty tame in comparison to some things I've enjoyed.
• Do you use extra salt on your food: Yeah, maybe too much. But I don't seem to have a salt sensitivity, and the doctor says I'm fine, plus I think I lose a lot of salt for various reasons.
• How many cereals in your cabinet: Of mine? Between 0 and 1. I'm not a huge breakfast eater, and when I eat cereal, it's usually as a snack. I go for things that I can eat from the box rather than putting in a bowl with milk, like shredded wheat. Fiber is a part of every healthy diet.
• What’s your favorite beverage: Orange juice, 100% pure, not from concentrate (from concentrate and you might as well be drinking battery acid). I do mix it with things sometimes, but in terms of straight up beverage, OJ is the best. I am not a soda drinker.
• What’s your favorite fast food restaurant: Growing up in a place with few ethnic opportunities and no decent taco places, I love Taco Bell because I never had anything better. I know there are better things out there, and if you want a Mexican restaurant rather than a taqueria I've got better choices, but for a fast burrito, I can't beat it. Until Mr. Taco comes to my neighborhood, Taco Bell remains the champion.
• Do you cook: Yes. That's pretty much the sole contribution I can make to the family right now.

GROOMING

• How often do you brush your teeth: Less than I should. But not disgustingly less or anything. I just ought to brush more. That, at least, is what my dentist always says.
• Hair drying method: I blow-dry a little, but I don't finish. It starts the process along without damaging the hair or giving me a poof.
• Have you ever colored/highlighted your hair: When I was younger, it was more extreme, but I've nearly always kept the color and just messed with the tint a little. Now, I pretty much leave it alone, although I do the occasional henna rinse to bring up the color. I did, at one point, dye it, then I cut most of it off. Never doing that again. Dye is bad for my hair. Plus, I like red. Yes, I'm one of those odd people who is basically satisfied with their hair color. I've never wanted to be blonde, for instance.

MANNERS

• Do you swear: I used to, but the Bibles kept bursting into flames, and finally the judge charged me with contempt of court. *snicker*
• Do you ever spit: I eat sunflower seeds and spit out the shells, but I do it outdoors in places where it's not disgusting. I really should stop, I suppose, since I find chewing tobacco to be one of the most repulsive things you can do. I don't care for people spitting big gobs of phlegm onto sidewalks either. Basically, I don't spit. Good children don't spit. Take that to mean whatever you want.

FAVORITE

• Animal: I get along with dogs, but I love cats, and I can't have one. I also like small furry rodent-type things: rabbits, guinea pigs, mice, hamsters, chinchillas, etc. I even think rats are kind of cute. It makes it odd to watch shows about the Black Plague.
• Food: I was going to list what I felt were my favorites, but it's a lost cause. I don't like ketchup much. I'm not that fond of Boston-style baked beans (although barbecue beans are a different story). Haute cuisine is like throwing a cork to a drowning man. There are some varieties of fish I'm not fond of. I won't eat bugs. I don't like Brussels sprouts or stewed cabbage. Pretty much everything else, I like. I'm probably forgetting some things, but I like a lot of different foods. I guess if I had to pick one thing to eat for the rest of my life, it might be burritos. I'll wrap almost anything in a tortilla.
• Month: December, I guess. Maybe January. I don't have a particularly favorite month.
• Day: Right now, Monday. Bear with me here. Monday is the traditional theatre day off. I like weekends just fine, but since they are meaningless in the theatre, I like their equivalent. Of course, I sometimes have to work Mondays too, and at this point, if I can find a non-theatre job, I'll start hating Mondays. Plus I have no sense of the week at present.
• Cartoon: Just one? I like Futurama a whole lot. Or do you mean comic strip (since TV shows are mentioned later on)? In which case, I am still in love with Bloom County even after all these years. Learned about world politics with that strip.
• Shoe brand: I don't care about shoes.
• Subject in school: History. I was pretty good at it. Never liked Lit even though I like to read, because Lit was all about reading in a certain unpleasant way. Plus I had some really good history teachers. Of course, after I went to college, I never took a history course again. Didn't fit in with the plan at the time. Not that I think a history degree would have served me any better than the one I wound up getting.
• Color: Black. Goes with everything, makes my face and hair pop.
• Sport: To watch (yes, I do watch sports sometimes)? Soccer is a blast to see live. I imagine it must be even better across the pond. It's not so good on TV, but I don't watch a lot of sports on TV. To play? Competitive sexual positions? That's an Olympic sport, right?
• TV shows: Futurama, as stated above. I love Firefly, but it's not on any more. Most of the TV shows I watch are old and on DVD; I don't catch things live, and I don't have cable. I have eclectic tastes.
• Thing to do in the spring: Stay indoors and have sex while rain beats down on the window panes.
• Thing to do in the summer: Stay indoors in the AC and have sex.
• Thing to do in the autumn: Stay indoors, make with the lovin'.
• Thing to do in the winter: Look out at the snow falling, have sex. Sensing a pattern here? I could think of things I like to do in each season that are a bit more interesting, but as far as favorite things, I fall back on indoors and sex. I'm not a back-to-nature type, really. I know that's horrible.

IN AND AROUND

• In the CD player: Would you believe it? Beethoven's 5th (and 6th). I swear, I'm not making this up, nor did I put it there just for the purposes of proving how cultured I am. I've been going through the symphonies, and that happened to be the one that I was on. One of my favorite pieces of music, even if that is a bit clichéd
• Person you talk most on the phone with: Not a big phone-talker, but probably recently it's been Sveta. Who else have I called more often?
• Reading: War and Peace. Again, I am not trying to prove anything, it just happens to be true. I've never read it, and I'm proceeding slowly through it. I should take more time to read during the day. Distractions, endless distractions.
• Do you regularly check yourself out in store windows/mirrors: Not regularly. I'll do it if I've come from something that would have made me look strange (after eating pasta, for instance; see above) and I don't have a mirror. I don't carry around a compact in my purse or anything. Hell, most times I don't even carry a purse. But I don't check myself out in reflections for ego purposes, no.
• What color is your bedroom: Pink, because Mari got to pick the color and we never changed it. We're not big home improvement types in this household. Sure, I might have the experience to do something, but usually things don't change until they have to.
• Do you use an alarm clock: Not recently because I haven't had much of any reason to get up. But normally, I do.
• Window seat or aisle: One of each. I have long legs. This is why I don't fly. That and that I don't believe Bernoulli's Principle actually allows powered flight, and that it's all just a mass-hallucination caused by vintage newsreels. Seriously, planes can't really fly. You just think they can because you've seen it on TV.

DUMB

• What’s your sleeping position: Tossing and turning from side to side. I don't really sleep well.
• Even in hot weather do you use a blanket: Unless it's really hot. I like to put a thin blanket over the sheet to keep the air from the fan (which I sleep with on pretty much year round) from rustling me. I get annoyed if the air is actually blowing on me or moving something against me.
• Do you snore: Not unless I'm really, really congested, and even then hardly. This, at least, is what I've been told. I haven't been around to hear whether it's true. Sometimes when I'm sick or have bad allergies, I'll wake up and hear myself kind of snoring, I don't wake up because I'm snoring. At least, I don't think so. God, get off my back!
• Do you sleepwalk: I sometimes walk around while I'm not really awake, but I don't sleepwalk, no. I'm a fucking zombie in the morning though.
• Do you talk in your sleep: Again, you can wake me up and get me to agree to just about anything to go back to sleep, and I may not remember it, but I don't talk in my sleep to the best of my knowledge. Sveta does sometimes, moans in her sleep too. It's adorable.
• Do you sleep with stuffed animals: No. Me macho, me King Lexi! No need stuffed animals! Really, I don't, but I still have my stuffed animals from when I was a kid.
• How about with the light on: I have such difficulty falling asleep, I usually finally get to sleep with the lights on, and later on turn them off. Often times I don't remember doing it, but somehow it gets done. I don't need to sleep with the light on, it just happens that way because the only way I can get to sleep usually is to read until I fall asleep. Although see below.
• Do you fall asleep with the TV or radio on: Not the radio. I wish I could fall asleep to the TV, because that's really the best way I know to turn my brain off. When I was in college I used to do it fairly regularly; I'd put a DVD on, lie down, and fall asleep. Now, I can't. I could, I suppose, get a cheap TV and DVD player for my room, and maybe when I have some money I will, but on the other hand it's yet another intrusion of the TV, and yet another place where TV trumps books, and I love reading and books too much to be totally comfortable with that.
• Last interesting person you met: The other week I had a conversation about how disgusting chewing tobacco was with a cashier at Wal-Mart. I don't know if that qualifies. I don't meet that many people, at least I haven't recently. I met this old Irish gentleman who tried to teach me the rudiments of Go while we were both waiting for someone. Unless you've heard an ancient Chinese game explained in a delightful brogue with the game board and pieces represented by a drawing in a notebook, you haven't failed to learn the rudiments of Go. I'm pleased to say that he didn't take it personally that I didn't really get the game. I suppose I could have gone him one better and tried to teach him mah jongg or something, but at that point we were interrupted. I don't know if he was that interesting, but it was an interesting situation, certainly. I see interesting people all the time, but I don't necessarily meet them. Plus, as a writer, I develop characters for people which might not be true. So for instance my Irish Go-teacher might be really boring in real life, but I've got a mental picture of his character in my head that makes him interesting to me.

Wow that was long and probably more information than anyone really wanted to know. Blame someone else; I just stole it.

Vegetarianism

This post is not about sex. Well, I'm not planning to make it about sex. You never know where things go. But if you read the title and thought, "Ooh, Lexi's going to talk about sticking various fruits and veggies into various orifices," you'd be wrong.

Sveta has decided, now that she's in college, that she wants to try being a vegetarian. Rebellion against her family, probably a little bit. The fact that college food is crappy and the meat is sketchy, I thought definitely a possibility. But it turns out that since I got done with college some time back in the early Bronze Age (back when those Greek letters in fraternities still meant something) they've improved the culinary options at most colleges quite a bit. Okay, I'm joking about most of that. My college food experience wasn't horrible. But I did stop eating meat for a while just because institutional meat seemed a bit sketchy to me. And it was the late Bronze Age, the kickin' Bronze Age, right before the introduction of iron-smelting from the Hittites. Pharaohs up, Assyrians down, muthafucka!

I told her the above (well, except for the geeky Bronze Age jokes), that I too had gone through a phase of not eating meat when I started in college (although not for any particular reason other than that I wanted to avoid food poisoning and the dreaded freshman 15) and that I supported her choice. I also told her that (a) I lost weight my freshman year, even after going back to eating meat (I lasted for a few months) and (b) I love meat too much to be able to give it up for any length of time.

I do. I like meat. Red meat. I cannot ween myself off it by first switching to pork, then poultry, then fish. I like beef. I'm not saying I want to slaughter cows for fun, or that I want to eat a steak every night, or that I demand meat at every meal, but I like to be able to eat red meat once in a while.

Sveta, unfortunately, is being vegetarian for at least partially moral reasons. Which means that... I'm going to have to avoid eating meat when I'm with her. She knows my feelings on the subject: I like meat and don't see anything particularly wrong with eating it in moderation. But I can see friction developing over this.

Still, she's in college; it's a time to assert her individuality and make her own choices and be an idealist. I'm just going to have to cut back on my consumption of animal protein. I told her in no uncertain terms that if she becomes a vegan, I was going to force-feed her nacho cheez dip until she exploded. I was joking, of course; I'd never do that to her. Nacho cheez is kind of nasty. I might force-feed her heavy cream though.

Is this really going to be the friction? That my girlfriend wants me to become a vegetarian with her (and if she's being moral about it, I see the haunting spectre of veganism on the horizon)? Honestly, I didn't see that coming. I figured the friction would be over something a lot more important than that. I'm a lucky, lucky gal. I'm not gloating; I'm genuinely and continually amazed at the current state of affairs.

In other news, I have descended with a jolt from my high of the previous weekend and while I still can draw joy and strength from Sveta, I am now knee-deep in reality and sinking fast. Oh jobs, why hast thou forsaken me?

Oh, and if you're a vegan and I offended you (or you're Sveta reading this at some unspecified point in the future), sorry. It was the cheez talking. I wasn't myself. I can't control it. Sometimes, late at night, I dream of oceans of nacho cheez. Oceans of delicious, Day-Glo orange goo.

Okay, I've got to have some nachos. Right now.

Amateur Porn

I also like me some amateur porn. The real stuff, not the fake stuff. There's too much gonzo porn masquerading as amateur porn. Not that some of the fake amateur stuff isn't also good, but it doesn't have the same voyeuristic thrill.

This seems to be genuine, or at least a good fake:

http://www.xvideos.com/video158572/real_homemade_sex_tape

I do not judge this by the titles. But it seems amateur. The couple are hot together, the woman is attractive (especially her ass, what a hot butt), and it's sexy. And if it reminds me a bit of myself and a certain someone, what's the harm in that. My breasts are better than hers though. Just sayin'.

DP Story

As we all know, I love me some DP. About the only thing better than double penetration is having double plus someone to occupy my mouth, and maybe another person to work on my tits... yeah, okay, so of all the things that three people can do, DP is high up there.

One thing I'm excited about is that now Sveta will have a real chance at some DP action. We've tried with a couple of dildos and she's enjoyed it, but it's not the same. I mean, a dildo in the ass is totally different from getting fucked in the ass, am I right? So now that she's got options for that, I can't wait for her to have her first time.

Thinking about that reminded me of some DP experiences that I enjoyed, and in the spirit of 300 (I'm going to keep milking that number for a while, because it obviously had some good mojo for me) I'll share.

Obviously, the first time I had DP was with Dad and Mike, Mike in my ass, of course. I didn't wait long after my first time with anal to decide that DP sounded like a logical next step, and basically the only thing keeping me from doing it was convincing Dad. At that point, he was still fairly protective of me, and I think he wasn't totally on board with me having anal sex, let alone having two cocks at once.

But Mike and I wore him down. Plus, we were going to visit Uncle Sam (remember him from way back when; I miss him, would like to see my uncle again, particularly because I bet he'd like Sveta too) and I wanted to be available for anything and everything, since Uncle Sam is unabashedly bi and likes anal in general. So finally, we convinced Dad, after he saw Mike fuck my ass a number of times with no problem, that if we went slow, it wouldn't kill me.

Sheri was much of the genesis of this plan, because she'd had a threesome with two guys who doubled her up and she said I simply had to try it. And since, at that stage of my life, I was trying to compete with her, I of course wanted to try it. Not to mention that I'd tried fucking with things in my ass and had enjoyed that.

Sheri's threesome is a story in itself. It was two guys who were much older than she was, possibly even in college, she met at a party she crashed. Sheri has a talent for seeming like she belongs in places she doesn't, and she used to do shit like sneaking into college parties all the time. So she's switching off dry-humping both of them on the dance floor, finds out their roommates, and says, in her best "poor li'l me" voice, "You know, I've never been with two guys at the same time before."

Well, that stifled whatever threat to their heterosexuality might have been presented by having to share a girl, and they took her back to their room, plied her with cheap beer, and fucked her silly. I wish I could have been there for that one. She told me they wound up sleeping all tangled together on one bed, woke up later and started in again. She came home reeking of cologne and sweat and cum.

Anyway, for the first time, I straddled Dad cowgirl, and then once he was good and deep, Mike came up behind me and speared my ass. And it was different. I didn't really get into it until Mike shifted up a little and his cock was pointing more downward, and started to stroke the barrier between ass and cunt, which, as I've said, is a woefully under-appreciated erogenous zone, at least for me. I started cumming, and Dad got into it a little, finally, and he was pressing up and Mike was pressing down and I felt like meat in a very tasty sandwich.

Unfortunately, Dad isn't as into DP as I am, even when we switch up and I sit on the cock in my ass and let Dad be the main driver. So I don't get it as often as I'd like, even when there are two men in the house. But I'm sure he'd be Sveta's first, particularly since he knows she's had it in the ass.

If Mike and Dad wouldn't DP me, it was hard, because Mike couldn't really get another guy to come home and help him double his sister. I got it sometimes from Mike and Dad, and once or twice from Mike and a family friend who knew about us, but I was jonesing for it. Not that I was going to kill myself to get it, but you know, it was an itch that needed scratching.

I let a few of my boyfriends fuck my ass while I was still in school, but they were never comfortable with getting another guy. So basically I had to go looking for a pair, or the deal was off. Eventually, I was at a party at a classmate's house (and woe betide her if her parents ever found out, but I doubt they did because they were never there) and everyone was really drunk and started pairing off. It wasn't an orgy, but there were couples in dark corners everywhere, working their way around the bases.

I latched on to two guys, all of us pretty drunk, and before they could really say boo I had them both in an upstairs room with their pants down. I wasn't expecting a whole lot, but I guess I picked the right pair, because they got into it and pretty soon they were both high-fiving as they shot twin streams of cum onto my tits. I gathered it up, stopped them from leaving, and said I wanted to be fucked, and there was no need to take turns.

The alcohol level in their bloodstreams was sufficient to keep them from being too awkward about it, but I wound up having to start off with one guy, letting him fuck my ass, while the other guy watched. But I pulled him over after a minute, stopped the guy behind me, and took up position and said get to it. Not the greatest DP I've ever had, but it was still memorable because teen DP is rare indeed. I certainly wasn't old enough to have it be boring.

Going to a Catholic school has the advantage/disadvantage of meaning that most of the guys don't believe in condoms. Many times I wished they would simply cum inside me, but most of them would pull out. These guys, however, did nothing of the sort; I got two loads in short succession. Then they wanted more cock-sucking, and finally one of them went off to find some more booze while I let the other fuck me, then we both passed out on the bed.

Came to an hour or so later and there were three guys standing there looking at me. God, if only this story had a sexy ending here. But sadly, when they saw me wake up, they all discovered other things to do. My partners of the evening were gone, so were my panties and bra (teach me to wear undies to a party) and I was starting to feel a little ill from the drinking. So I gathered up my clothes, locked the door, and fell asleep again.

In the morning, the usual disaster area of a post-teenage-party house. Lots of groggy people looking for clothes, water, hair of the dog, the name of the person with whom they hooked up the previous evening. I had gotten over my feelings of unpleasantness and was actually feeling pretty good, and I'm proud to say that I located a boy who was feeling similarly okay with the world and took him upstairs for a morning wake-up fuck. Nothing fancy, toe-to-toe, he pulled out but it was okay because spunk in the morning is like coffee.

I don't want you to think that this was a regular occurrence. I maybe went to three parties in a semester at most, and most of them were boring rather than exciting. I think this may have been the one exception to that rule, and it came early on in my party career so it spoiled me and at the same time kept dragging me out to parties in the hope that something similar would happen, when I really didn't want to go to parties of tipsy and awkward teenagers.

Still, it was DP, and it was enjoyable. Sorry, just a bit of a rambling recollection for today. Maybe something more exciting will happen, but I've had plenty of excitement.

Some Stills This Time

No, sadly, not of me. But Sam (visit his site for being a good boy at http://insidethemindofsam.blogspot.com/ although I should warn you that it's on a slightly different subject matter from mine) was kind enough to send me a gallery of pics of a very cute girl in pigtails, and we all know how much people love cute girls in pigtails. He said I could post it, so here it is.

http://babesfarm.com/caprice/gal02_bigcock02/

I do not certify that this site is safe. If you're worried, get some good medicine. In fact, even if you aren't, remember that looking at things on the Internet is like fucking a stranger; don't just pull down your pants and lube up. Make them work for it. That being said, I've been there and didn't die, so maybe this stranger doesn't have Martian Death Syphilis, but better safe than sorry.

Feel free to send me porn. In fact, if there are any ladies out there who have suggestions for good porn from a female perspective (now that would be a college major, wouldn't it?) please, I'd love to see some. I tend to go for traditional stuff, but I'm open to new experiences. Rock me.

Dad and Squirting

A question! A question! Lawdy lawdy, we're havin' biscuits tonight!

"did you warn dad ahead of time that sveta was a squirter. has he ever experienced that with anyone." - spacemountai

Well, the first part is easy. My Dad knew she was a squirter since pretty much I knew. I think I told him about it the night after I first experienced it myself (as a viewer, if you'll recall; only later did I get a chance to get a closer-hand experience). So he knew, but I think even knowing he was a bit surprised at how wet she gets. I would never suggest it myself, but she could get a job doing porn where all she did was masturbate. I mean, she's cute as a button, but the orgasm would send her over the top. But that's not going to happen, thank goodness. Unless she decides to do it on her own, of course; I wouldn't stop her if she wanted to.

As to the second part, I actually asked Dad, because I didn't know. It's not like I have an exhaustive knowledge of my father's sexual exploits.

Turns out, while she's the most reliable squirter he's ever known (she really is amazing; if she orgasms, she gets wet), she's not the only one or even the most intense. According to Dad, he's made a few women squirt, but never more than once. A girl he dated before he married Mom holds the title. He said she only squirted the first time they fucked, the first time he made her cum, and he thought she'd pissed herself at first.

She was riding him, a real wild cowgirl, up and down so hard he was afraid his cock was going to rip off, and all of a sudden she screamed and fell off him, and he thought, "Oh shit, she's having a seizure." Then he saw this cascade of fluid shooting from between her legs, and that freaked him out too. And chances are good that the reaction, plus the fact that she'd never done it before, was enough to give her a mental block and keep her from doing it again.

Not that they didn't have good times, according to Dad. He made sure she was okay, she said she was just super, better than super, and he knew she hadn't pissed herself because it didn't smell like piss and she'd obviously had a massive O. They changed the sheets, she was really apologetic, said she didn't know how it had happened. He had gone soft, but got hard again, and she was so sorry for what happened (not that she should have been, but whatever) that she let him cum inside her. Then she gave him a blowjob, got him back up to speed (he was younger, God it must have been something) and they fucked again. She either didn't cum or didn't cum hard enough to notice.

He said he's never had anything similar since. Sure, he's gotten a bit of gush from a few girls, but nothing like that. Sveta was a treat for him, because while her orgasm isn't exactly a squirt, per se, more of a gush, still, it's a good time. I sometimes wish I had a cock (well, for more reasons than this, but for this in particular) just so I could feel her cum on it, feel the warmth and wetness well up around me. I've felt it on my fingers and tongue, but on a cock it must be fantastic.

So yeah, that's my Dad's goofy squirting story. I sure hope that poor girl was able to figure out how to do it again, only with a bit more control, because nobody should get brain-fucked because of some little thing going wrong. Plus, a fire hydrant cum from a woman is not something you see every day. Nor an epileptic orgasm either.

Or maybe it was just how awesome my Dad is. Only kidding (I'm not kidding Daddy).

Following Up

Sveta called last night, we had a long talk, and she's still happy and has no regrets, no second thoughts, no nothing. She can't wait to visit again (school will keep her from doing so for longer than either of us want, but soon enough, and now, I think I can wait knowing she'll still be there and so will I). Much of our talk was supremely enjoyable too, not phone sex exactly but some exquisite crank-turning. I had to work off a major O afterwards. She's really feeling accepted into the family and can't wait to see my parents again either, although I think she wants to see Dad a little more than Mom (I wonder why). But don't worry; she's still my girl, and I am still hers. We've made plans to share Dad more fully next time.

Dad was more concerned than Mom. I think he believed that Sveta was somehow not in her right mind at the time, and she would regret it. Mom just said she knew when a girl wants something, and Sveta wanted it. But they were both glad to hear that she was feeling loved and supported, and they are seriously pursuing options for birth control for her. Mom is more interested in this than Dad is; she thinks it's unacceptable for a girl Sveta's age in college who is sexually active and seems to be getting more adventurous to be without protection. I agree, but I also know that Sveta's never gotten a creampie and she really wants one, so there's that too, Next time she visits, chances are good we're taking her to the family doctor and getting her on some sort of pill. While I'm there, I think I may inquire about my own options, because my hormone levels have been a bit annoying of late. Maybe I could get the low-dose, or maybe I need more hormones (and could do away with periods completely, a personal goal of mine, at least until I get a chance to have babies).

Strangely enough, Mari was the first sib I heard back from about Sveta. She reads the blog, I guess. I was waiting to call people, but she emailed me before I got the chance. I've been talking with her a fair amount recently about my relationship with Sveta, because she's the only sib who has a long-term relationship going, and to top it off, it's with another woman. So she's been giving me some sisterly advice, things like that.

I was a little worried at what her reaction might be, of the three of my sibs. But she said she was glad for me (why wouldn't she be?) and that it must have felt terrific to get the load off my chest. It makes me wonder just how much the load is weighing on her. But anyway, her principle concern is now (and has always been to a certain extent) that Sveta needs to be closeted about her bisexuality. She's obviously very supportive and offered to talk to Sveta if necessary, and I just may extend that offer. Mari knows what it's like. She's talked with me about it, and she could probably help a lot with Sveta as well. Of course, ideally I'd love for both of us to visit Mari, get the advice and love in person, but I'm not holding out hope on that score.

Sheri's response was, "Booyah!" She's not exactly the soul of discretion, so I didn't expect anything less. Hell, she's been telling me to spill my guts for pretty much the entire time. Impulse, nothing but impulse. She said she wished she had been there, that she couldn't wait to meet "the chick who gets my sister so hot and bothered." Now meeting Sheri might definitely be doable, but I think we're going to hold off on that until the initial sensations have worn off, because Sheri's a trip (figuratively speaking) and Sveta's still new to this. I've said as much to her, and she just said, "She'll be ready sooner than you think, baby." Which is probably true. Maybe Sveta will visit Christmas and Sheri will too. That's probably the earliest it's likely to happen. No road trips in the near future for us.

Mike was jealous, as I knew he'd be. He can't wait to meet Sveta, and for "meet", read "bang." I believe his exact words were, "The old man only got it up once? I could do better and you know it." He, unlike Sheri, is joking. I can't wait for her to meet him too, and she wants to meet him, and I bet they'll get along fine. And she'll love sharing him with me, particularly because he'll do anal. So the sooner that can happen, the better. In my mind, I had pictured things going quite differently, Sveta maybe meeting Mike, winding up fucking him, and that being the opening into the family discussion. Never in my wildest dreams did I picture the way it turned out; far too spontaneous and unplanned for my liking.

Depending on Sveta's family, we're going to try to have her as part of the family for Thanksgiving and Christmas. If we can't get her on the day itself, soon after. My parents are already asking for a Christmas list from her. They're really silly when they set their minds to something, and Sveta has obviously become their new project. I don't mean that in a nasty way at all; they're going to give Sveta all the love and attention she deserves, and that's fine by me.

Lastly, I just wanted to say to all my readers who've been supportive, thanks. Whether it was commiseration or advice, whether I took it or not, whether you offered felicitations or support or whatever, thanks guys. Also, to my gay, lesbian, bi, or other sexually- or gender-non-accepted brothers and sisters out there, the bravery a lot of you have shown in coming out of the closet is a constant inspiration to me. I may not have been very brave at all, but that's because it's really hard, and the fact that so many of you have been open in ways I can't even imagine... well, it blows my mind, and I love you all. I've told people before, but this was the first time I really felt like I was doing something worthy of the inspiration many people have given me. That it worked out is a testament to the power of love, baby! Yeah!

Can you tell that I'm still blissed out about this? I still can't really believe it.

TMI Filler

This is an older TMI. Not in order, don't care.

1. What is the longest you have been in a monogamous sexual relationship? [For the purpose of this question monogamous is defined as no sexual partners that your significant other does (did) not know about.]

Um... I don't know that I've ever been in a monogamous relationship by that definition. I've certainly never been monogamous. There have been a few people who've known about my family, but even then, I can't honestly say that I didn't have partners they didn't know about. Many of my relationships have been open, so it wasn't like I was cheating, but I also wasn't necessarily keeping my partner up to speed on my other conquests.

This makes me seem like a slut and a terrible person. I've had serious relationships during which I didn't cheat, but I still viewed my family as important, and my partner didn't necessarily know about all of that. Hell, I was engaged once, and that didn't end because of infidelity. I can be faithful. It's just hard for me to be totally open about everything.

2. If your current relationship would fail, do you have a back-up for physical or emotional comfort?

I don't have a "back-up," someone waiting in the wings to take the place of my current relationship. I have other options, sure, and of course I have ongoing relationships which will be there to comfort me, but I'm not likely to rebound into someone else's arms or anything like that.

3. Can you be "just friends" with someone when there is an unrequited sexual attraction?

It's tough. I've done it, but it usually requires that there be absolutely no chance of sex. If there's even a remote chance, like someone might change their minds, then it's harder. I've also been friends with people who were in love (or at least heavily in lust) with me without reciprocation. I know, it seems like I might just fuck them anyway, but I don't do that. I once worked with a bull-dyke lesbian, great gal, but I was completely not attracted to her and just was never going to be, and she was hot for me in the worst way. Nothing ever came of it, but it made our working relationship awkward, and I don't think we were as good friends as we might have been.

4. In a assumed monogamous sexual relationship have you ever cheated, been cheated upon or been a knowing third party to the infidelity? [For the purpose of this question monogamous is defined as no sexual partners that a significant other does (did) not know about.]

Again, this definition of monogamous isn't really right (monogamous has "mono" in the name, so it really means "one partner," despite the fact that I don't think that non-monogamy is an evil) and I can't even slip in under that lowered standard. But I've cheated. I'm not proud of it. I've also been cheated on, which has more or less effect on me depending on how serious I am about the relationship. And I've definitely been a knowing third party. If it's part of the relationship, I'm not really bothered by it at all.

5. Historically, what has caused the most arguments in your relationships?

Well, I start arguments by accident with people who don't understand how I am. I've had to work on that. And I've also inspired some arguments about emotional distance because, as I've said, I have some problems with long-term relationships because of past issues. In a relationship which isn't total bullshit, where an argument won't cause things to fail, we tend to argue about the fact that I have certain things I like done in a certain way and other people don't do them that way. Really, I'm still concerned about my relationship with Sveta because we don't really argue. It's not in that stage yet. I don't know if we'd survive an argument. It's love, but it's still kind of fragile (well, it's become significantly less fragile in a certain way since I told her about my family and she joined up, but it's still fragile in other ways).

Bonus (as in optional):What do you want from a partner in a long term relationship?

Intellect and love. In the short term, I'm all about sex, but I can't be in a relationship when I can't talk to my partner about things other than the weather, or where my partner isn't willing to put up with me, or I can't put up with him or her. And, of course, there are certain things like openness which are sort of required to be in a long-term relationship with me, because I am not and will probably never be monogamous, but I can be faithful, and also there's the various aspects of my life which most people, short-term partners included, don't learn.

Yeah, so I'm writing this way earlier than it will be posted, and hopefully the answers will be the same by the time it is.

Both Feet Wet

If you're reading this one without reading the previous three, stop now and read those first. Trust me.

Done? Okay, good. Now the final (I hope) part of the epic which I didn't intend to be an epic, but has stretched to epic length because, by Gadfrey, it was an epic weekend. That it all fell so close to my 300 celebration is a delightful coincidence, because I can't think of a better way to ring in 300 posts than with this story. But believe me, I didn't tell Sveta just so I'd have a good story for 300. I love you all, but not that much.

I had, as I said, dozed until I was ripped from slumber by one of my annoying can't-sleep pains, sometime in the early hours of the morning. I couldn't get back to sleep, and I probably should have blogged but instead I read some and watched a DVD until it seemed like about the time when Sveta would be getting up soon, then I made breakfast because it seemed like a decent way to kill time. I took it upstairs and surprised her with breakfast in bed, which she enjoyed (not something she gets very often, I'm comfortable in assuming).

Then we headed for the shower, but met my father also with similar thoughts. It should not go unmentioned that we were all three shamelessly naked. Sveta blushed but didn't make much attempt to cover herself; my father and I, if anything, were more shocked about it. He turned and went back down the hall, saying over his shoulder that we could have it first. Sveta giggled but watched him all the way back to his room.

In the shower, she asked me if he was really as big as he looked. She said she could understand why I'd let him fuck me. Basically, she was horny for my Dad in a major way. And I gave up trying to be safe. I just said to myself, if it's going to happen, why not let it happen? We still had a ball making love in the shower.

Went back to my room and I asked her when she wanted to leave to go back. She said, "Whenever," which of course means, "I'm perfectly happy staying here until the last possible moment." So we made no real moves toward leaving.

Despite not seeming shy early on, Sveta did put on a robe to go downstairs, so I did as well. Mom came down at a certain point, gave us both a kiss on the cheek and asked if we wanted breakfast. So we had a second breakfast. Why not? Dad came down after a bit and joined us, and so we all sat around in our pajamas or robes eating breakfast and joking around.

Mom left us to clean up with the stipulation that Sveta wasn't to be forced to do chores until at least her second visit as a member of the family, which got a laugh. She went to the library. Dad and I cleaned and tried to fend off Sveta's offers of help, but she wound up putting dishes away despite our best efforts.

Then we sat in the living room, Dad turned on PBS and found a cooking show, and we sort of watched that for a while, a bit of chit chat. Sveta and I were on the small couch with my Dad in his chair. Sveta stared nudging me and whispering in my ear. "Ask him."

"Ask him what?"

"You know."

"No, what?"

"If he wants to... you know."

I really couldn't believe it. But there it was. "I'm not going to ask him for you. You ask him."

"I can't."

"Yes you can."

Dad looked over at us. "It's not polite to whisper, ladies," he said with a smile.

"Sveta has something she wants to ask you."

"You bitch," she giggled, then pinched me. I yowled. "You ask him."

"No no, I'm not asking him."

"Asking me what?" said Dad.

There was more of this nonsense. Sveta obviously is a bad influence on my maturity level. Finally, I couldn't stand it any more. "Sveta wants to know if you want to fuck," I said, as bluntly as I could. She turned bright red, but she wasn't denying it.

"Who, with you?" said Dad, trying to give her an out. "I don't think that'd be fair to her, me taking you away from her."

"No, with her, dufus," I said (see, maturity level way down).

"Honey, I don't think that's a good idea," said Dad (gentleman all the way). "I'm not saying you're not very attractive, but... I mean, you just found out... and I don't want you to do something you'd regret later. We should probably wait until another time, when you've had some time to think about it." I'm sure the same thoughts I'd had were running through his head.

"No, it's okay, I really do," said Sveta, finding a voice at last (coy little minx). "I want to be part of the family."

"Honey, being part of the family has nothing to do with sex," said my Dad (completely true, by the way; we're family first, sexual partners second). "Lexi and her mom and me love you a lot, but that's no reason to force you to do anything physical."

"And I think you're sexy," said Sveta. God bless that girl, she sometimes is a total shock. "I kind of wanted to do it with you even before. Lexi said I should have new experiences, and I want to have one with you."

Well, she had a point. And I think the girl was starving for cock, on top of it being cock filled with love and tenderness. I mean, James treated her fairly well until he was a total ass, but she'd never really had sex with a loving man. At any rate, the long and the short of it wound up being that Dad felt that, if this was going to happen, we should do it right and wait for Mom to come back and check with her.

I was a bit concerned that we'd run out of time and there would be disappointment, or I'd wind up delivering her back to college at 6 in the morning, but it worked out. Mom came back expecting to make lunch, and instead was greeted by my father telling her that Sveta wanted to make love with him, and did she think it would be okay. My mother, ever practical, asked Sveta if that was what she really wanted, and then didn't second-guess her at all, just said, "Okay, if that's what the girl wants, that's what she should have."

At first I was going to let Sveta and Dad go off on their own, but Mom and Sveta both said we should be there. Mom even went so far as to say that she was sorry the other kids weren't there. I guess we do have an initiation ceremony after all (not really, but tradition is tradition). So we all went up to the master bedroom, and Sveta and Dad took off their robes and were both there naked together. Dad towered over her; he had to bend to kiss her. He was hard as a rock, and she looked a little nervous but eager, kept switching her gaze from his face to his cock. He was looking her all over, obviously enjoying himself a lot.

They kissed, which started out a little awkwardly, but then they lay down and were able to kiss more easily, and they seemed to get into it. Dad laid her back and kissed down her chin, over both breasts, down her belly and then kissed her pussy, and that was pretty much the end of any chance of going back. She spread her legs for him, and he started licking and sucking her pussy, and I was getting damp and sweaty so I took off my robe too and was sitting there naked looking on.

He got her off (she told me later that I was better, flatterer) and was impressed with the way she flowed. It wasn't a big cum, but even with a small one she gets very wet. He said, "I can see why Lexi enjoys this," which is partially true; I also enjoy it because it's Sveta, and even if she dried up completely tomorrow, there would still be this wonderful connection.

He was moving into position when I caught him and said, "I think, since Sveta's not on the pill, a condom might be best." Mom and Dad were both a little surprised that she wasn't on the pill. Mom said to me, as Dad was getting the condom, that she thought they might do something about that, maybe take her to our doctor and get her a prescription, maybe even help her pay for it. My parents are selfless people, and the fact that she'll undoubtedly get use from the pill at our house doesn't enter into their thinking. They would do it for her even if she never saw them again. They believe in that kind of thing.

Anyway, Dad got on a condom (he hasn't worn one in a while, I can't recall the last time), asked the obligatory, "Are you ready, honey?" and then got between her legs, held her waist with one hand, and guided himself into her with the other. I am not tooting my Dad's horn when I say that he's the biggest cock she's ever had. The competition is James, who wasn't huge by any stretch, and Perry, who is also average. My Dad is bigger than average. He's not Long Dong Silver or a horse, but he's got plenty down there.

I will toot his horn and say that he's probably the best lover I could pick for a first time, and while this wasn't Sveta's first, she needed to be treated right regardless. Honestly, if I had to pop a virgin, I would call on my Dad if I wanted her to enjoy it. He's good at that certain kind of sex which makes for a terrific first time.

Watching her pink pussy lips slowly ease over his cock, spreading them wide, exposing her clit as it rubbed against the latex... well, it was magical. I couldn't help but stroke a little, and I came watching, just watching. She sighed, not in pain but in contentment. They kissed again, she brought her legs up around him a little, and then he started slowly working in and out, almost resting on her, just his hips moving. It wouldn't have made good porn because you couldn't see much, but it looked like she was enjoying herself.

"Honey, you're too tight to be as experienced as Lexi says you are," said Dad with a smile. "She's probably been teaching you her tricks." I haven't actually taught her much in that arena, but I can see I should probably start. It didn't seem to be an issue before. Still, nothing like learning to enrich the mind.

She came again, what looked like a much stronger one. Dad commented on it too. Then he whispered in her ear, and she smiled and nodded, and he pulled out. "Lexi, since Sveta's not able to take me without a wrapper, we think we should wait until she can before I cum inside her, and besides, she wants to see us."

I hopped up beside Sveta, who scooted her butt over a little to make room, and then Dad was pulling off the condom and mounting me, easing in and then thrusting. I was in seventh heaven right about then, cumming in a slow steady wave, and Sveta leaned over me and gave me a kiss, her hand going to my left breast and cupping it, then turning up and giving Dad a kiss too. It was like she was one of my sisters. In fact, she was. That's pretty much how it is now.

Dad finally gripped my hips and pressed deep and came, and I could feel the splashes inside me, that's how strong they were. He waited for the spasms to subside, then he gave me a peck and turned to Sveta and gave her a big kiss and said, "You were already part of the family, and I don't need to welcome you any more than I already have. We love you, kiddo." I admit, I teared up, the emotion of the moment was that intense (plus sex stirs up emotion). Sveta sniffled and said she was so happy. Mom came over and gave her a hug and said nice things too that I can't really remember because I was crying.

Then my parents left us there for a while. After a bit of cuddling and kissing, Sveta asked if I wanted her to clean me up. I think she just wanted to taste Dad's cum. I let her give me a dollop mouth-to-mouth, and enjoyed her trying to get most of it out, but there were still some remnants. Then I looked at the clock and said we really had to start thinking about going.

So we went and took another shower, no sex, just some friendly stroking. I think we were both a little blissed out. We got dressed, got her stuff together, including her presents and the rest of the cake, packed the car, and had an early dinner before we took off, with an extended goodbye featuring hugs and kisses which didn't start sexual but become somewhat heated, to the point where I had to break things up because I didn't think there was time for love, Dr. Jones.

On the car ride, Sveta was ecstatic. She was thrilled to be part of the family, couldn't wait to meet my sisters and brother, wanted to know if I thought Mike would like her. Then she said she really wished she could announce to the world that she was my girlfriend and a part of my family, but she hoped I would understand that she couldn't, not right now. Her father is still supporting her somewhat, and while she doesn't have a happy home life, she still loves him as her father. He doesn't abuse her, he just doesn't show her enough love. I guess I can understand her feelings. Me, I want to get Mike and my Dad to go over there and talk sense to him, possibly with blunt objects. But they wouldn't do that... well, Dad wouldn't use blunt objects.

We got to her dorm too late to do much of anything sightseeing-wise, but honestly, the time had been well-spent in other ways and I have no regrets about that. Besides, my parents are talking about visiting Sveta, so we can sight-see then. I don't know how we'll work that out, but we'll think of something I guess. We can be family friends, or pretend we're interested in the school and she's showing us around, or some other horrible lie that will make us all feel guilty. But in comparison to the truth that has come out over the weekend, who gives a shit, right?

I dropped her off, got a big kiss despite the danger of being seen, and managed to get home without killing myself. Found an email in my inbox saying she couldn't wait to come home again, that she loves me so much.

Honestly, I didn't see it happening like this at all. Not at all. Maybe you all expected it, but I didn't. I wasn't sure I was even going to tell her, let alone telling her and having it go this well. I think she may be more in love with me than before. And whatever you may think about my family, Sveta needs one, and we'll give her one. Even if she and Dad never fuck again, we'll be there for her. Dad and Mom are already figuring out how to get her on the pill so she'll be safer, and as I said, they want to visit, show their support.

A lot of my life isn't going really well, not just jobs but other things, and Sveta is the one bright light in my life right now, so I'm thrilled that things are going the way they are. She doesn't know about the blog yet, but I plan to tell her soon. It's not a secret, I just didn't want to spring yet another thing on her. But I'm hopeful that she'll get a better understanding of my life by reading it. That being said, if she reads something and wants me to take it down, I probably will, so I'm sorry if your favorite story about her goes AWOL. I don't expect it, but it might happen.

I don't know where all this will lead, other than that I feel like Sveta is my sister now, and that's a commitment I can make. I might not have been able to make a different type of commitment because of various issues I have, but this one, I can definitely make. And I'm really happy she and Dad have made love, and hope they will again, but at the same time I hope she also meets other people and broadens her horizons even more. I'm not expecting that right away; for now, I think it's perfect that things have turned out this way because it's not something which will take away from her studies and yet it enables her to have a man to turn to for some lovin' and also to really broaden her horizons an incredible amount.

And lastly, while it's not porn and there are deeper things involved, I am so incredibly turned on by the whole thing. That Sveta and my Dad have fucked is really hot. I'm sure for the observer it is, but for me, it is too. I can't wait to share him with her some more. I can't wait to try other things with her, maybe with Mike if we are ever in the same state as he is. Things are going to a whole new level, and I'm really aroused by that.

Hope you've enjoyed hearing about it and are, if not as thrilled as I am, at least somewhat enthusiastic.

Oh, and since I schedule TMI posts and Porn-of-the-Day posts in advance, there may be some things in them which refer to the situation as it existed prior to this weekend. I'll try to catch them, but if they seem like they were written before, guess what, they were. Ignore or don't, at your pleasure.

Birthday Parties

The party, such as it was, went off splendidly. Sveta loved the food, loved eating with family, loved that we went to the trouble for her. She's really so easy to please in a lot of ways, and I've got to try very hard not to let myself get away with things because Sveta's so easy to please. For instance, she thought the party was her present, when in fact both I and my parents got her something. She teared up a little bit at that, because I guess her father said he would buy her books this term for her birthday, or something crappy like that. Not that it wasn't good for her to not have to pay for books, but if you're going to give utilitarian gifts as a major present, you should at least give some thoughtful, minor thing as well. I mean, I guess if I didn't know about her family situation I wouldn't say this, but knowing what I now know, chump move. Poor kid has probably never had a proper birthday.

Dinner conversation was pretty much what you'd hear around any table. It wasn't until after dinner that things started to get a little more interesting. But first, the cake and gifts. Mom makes a dynamite cake, and there was a rousing chorus of "Happy Birthday" because my parents are silly like that. My parents got her this very pretty print for her room by a local artist, sort of a generic gift except she has been looking for art to hang in her room and she really loved it (plus I didn't know they were planning on getting anything so I didn't give them a list of things I thought she'd like, so all they had to go on was off-hand comments). They gave her a big hug too, because again, that's what my parents do. They're very hands-on, and I don't mean that in a dirty way. They're huggers. They'd get along fine in a country where the appropriate greeting is the double cheek-kiss.

I got her some chocolate (can't go wrong there, plus it's the gift that gives back because she always shares chocolate with me, and I think it makes her a bit randy, darling, yeah!) which was designed to be opened in polite company, and a teddy which was originally going to be presented upstairs, but since the cat was out of the bag it didn't seem to make any difference. My mother oohed and ahed, my father said he wanted her to try it on, just joking, of course (well, he wouldn't have complained if she'd tried it on, but he wasn't forcing anything).

That got us to talking about the heavier topics. Sveta blushed and said she'd think about it, like she might actually think about it. And then Dad got a little flustered and apologized and said he was sorry, he was just a natural joker (flirt, more like). Mom, being sensible, said there were probably some things that needed discussing so that we didn't all get to be more awkward than we had been before. Once things are open, my parents are very open with people. They're a bit like evangelists if you let them, trying to convert people to their way of thinking. And my mother is a born educator, so she's happy to break out the metaphorical blackboard.

I should have warned Sveta that she might get "the talk" because she seemed a little intimidated, but I squeezed her hand and said I knew she probably had questions and so forth. The conversation started slowly, but eventually Sveta realized that it wasn't embarrassing. And so all the usual questions came out. I won't bore you with a play-by-play because a lot of it is stuff I've already talked about, or questions I've already answered. I mean, if you don't have an immediate reaction of, "Dear God, smite the sinners!" curiosity is bound to lead you to pretty much the typical questions. Sveta wasn't curious from a titillation standpoint, so we didn't get those questions, but other than that, your basic intelligent response.

I will say that Mom and Dad went out of their way to say that they weren't expecting anything from Sveta, that they knew she could use some love and support in college because college is a difficult time, and that they knew also that she was my girlfriend and weren't looking to steal her from me or me from her (that part was mostly Dad, because Sveta basically wanted to know if this meant that I couldn't become seriously involved with someone because I was spoken for by Dad, which is a good question to ask). And then we all said that we'd love Sveta to become part of the family in any way she wanted.

Sveta gets used to ideas quickly, because she said she really wanted to be part of the family without batting an eyebrow. Given her own family, I can see why she'd need supplements. So we all gave her hugs and kisses and said she was officially part of the tribe, or something silly like that (and we were being silly; there's no initiation ritual or anything). And then we had cake (that's usually the way my family does things; there's a blowing out of candles but the cake doesn't get cut until after presents) and milk, and all agreed it was delicious.

Then my parents said good evening and cleaned up a bit, then left us to our own devices. I asked Sveta if she'd forgive me for dropping a massive bombshell on her birthday party, and she kissed me and said it was a great birthday present, being part of the family. Then she asked me if this meant she would be expected to go around naked in the house with my parents around (the answer, no, not unless she felt like it, although if she did, they wouldn't mind) and whether my Dad was being serious about seeing her in her new teddy (not really, although I was sure if she wanted to show him, he'd be delighted). I don't blame her for waiting until my parents were gone to ask some more questions; it's a big step to think about.

She wanted to know about my first time with Dad, so I gave her the abbreviated version. She wanted to know what he was like in bed. She was inching toward asking if he'd be interested in her, but I told her she didn't need to rush into anything. I don't want her to be too rash about it, because she's really starved for love, and that's no reason to jump in the sack with anyone. We talked a lot about how she was really happy to be part of the family, how she wanted to spend lots of time here. It was euphoria, sort of, I guess.

Then she giggled and asked if I wanted to see her in her new teddy. I think we all know the answer to that. She went in the other room to change too, little minx. I had taken off my clothes and was down to my underwear in anticipation by the time she came back, and my God she was hot. Not cute. Hot. I could see her hard nipples through the fabric of the teddy, and every time she moved the hem rode up a little so I could catch glimpses of her inner thighs. She's come into herself as a sexual being, and I don't think knowing that my Dad is attracted to her has done any harm at all. She really is beautiful, and any guy who wouldn't drool over her is blind or crazy. But she's starting to believe that, which is terrific. She needs some self-confidence.

Needless to say, I couldn't keep my hands off her, and the teddy, while it was incredible to look at, was getting in the way, so it went, and there she was lying before me in all her nubile beauty, naked as the day she was born and flushed all over. I kissed every square inch of her body while my finger made slow spirals around her pubis, teasing her, winding her up, and then I finally got between her legs and pressed my finger inside her and tickled her clit. She cried my name loud enough that the neighbors probably heard (but they've heard it before, I can tell you) and juice cascaded out over my hand and lips. Her entire body tensed and relaxed several times, and then she sighed and asked weakly for a drink.

We made it back up to the bedroom eventually, and Sveta was giggling that she hoped my parents didn't wake up and come to watch. I don't know if she really hoped that or not, but she certainly enjoyed herself. She's still young in many ways, and I think the naughtiness of it had begun turning her on. She practically begged me to fuck her ass with a strap-on, and since she was the birthday girl, why not? A waste of a good orgasm on her part, since I couldn't taste it, but she enjoyed herself. And then we settled into a cuddle and just sort of made out and fingered for a while. I came a few times, little orgasms, just twitches really.

"Do you think your Dad would be interested, if I asked him?"

Like I said, she gets used to things quickly, and she can handle things which most people her age can't. Either that or I've taught her well, moulded her in my own image so to speak. I laughed and said she should give it time, not rush things. Not that I didn't want to go over, wake up Dad, and tell him he was needed. But like I said, I don't want her to do something she'll regret. Plenty of time for that when she's had some time to think things over. That, at least, was the plan.

She fell asleep with my finger still stroking her lips softly, and then I actually drifted off for a while before I was rudely awakened by one of my various chronic pains, and had to get up because I couldn't toss and turn and wake her up.

I know it seems like I'm trying to control Sveta, but I'm not. I just thought it was a good idea to let things settle before she got both feet wet. It turns out... well, I've got to break off this post before it gets novel-length, but I'll be coming right back to finish, so you won't have to wait more than the time it takes for me to write it.

On a post-script, since Sveta is obviously a huge part of my life and this blog, I really wish I could get Blogger to stop believing that her name is misspelled. I'm tired of seeing it when I hit spellcheck.