Oh the Excitement

Seriously, it would take too damn long to do a play-by-play. I'm just going to hit the highlights, and I guess if there's something I gloss over that you want to hear more about, you can ask.

Sveta got here the day before Thanksgiving in the afternoon, and we came straight back to the house and made love on the couch. Then we sat there, sweaty and naked, and watched a DVD. Dad came in (poor Dad had to work on the day before Thanksgiving) at a certain point and pulled his clothes off, and the girls had some fun teasing him until finally Sveta got a condom on him and then sat on his lap until the movie was over. Then they fucked in earnest, Dad pulled out and sprayed cum all over her tummy, and I had some fun licking it up and feeding it to her with my tongue.

Then Thanksgiving Day, Mike got in at about Noon and finally got to meet Sveta. She and Dad had already had some morning sex, so the three kids went down to the playroom and let dinner get ready in our absence. Mike was pretty taken with Sveta, thought she was very cute and extremely fuckable. He wasn't sure if it was okay to ask her to have a romp, so I sat back and said, "Well, what are you waiting for?"

Mike wanted to try out the legendary squirt, so Sveta lay back and let him work between her legs until he got a mouthful of juice, which shocked him even though he knew exactly what to expect. I think he thought I was exaggerating. Sveta is eating up the compliments she gets on her orgasms like they're candy. Guys love her. I love her too, but she really has a gift and she's pleased every guy who's experienced it. I hope it goes to her head.

Mike sent me up to get a glass of water for Sveta, and when I came back, he was pressing into her, running the head of his cock up and down her slit, getting ready for penetration. I stopped him and told him he needed to put on a condom, and Sveta got this sheepish look like she was hoping I wouldn't notice. Naughty doesn't begin to describe that girl these days. She wants a creampie bad. I can't blame her.

Once protection was established, he got back behind her and slipped into her, and then all the talk centered around how tight her pussy is and how great it felt. I had to play, so I slipped down and started diddling her clit while I kissed Mike, who was gripping her hips and rutting away like a fiend. She kept telling him to go harder and faster and finally they both came at almost the exact same time. It was noisy, sweaty, good fun.

There was time before dinner, so I cleaned them both off, then let Mike watch as I licked and kissed every square inch of Sveta's body, front and back, until he got behind me as I was bending over Sveta's cute belly button and stuck his cock in me. God, feeling my little brother plowing me... yeah, I'm thankful for that.

Sveta eventually shifted around so she could lick and kiss the top of my pussy while Mike's cock spread it wide, and I worked my fingers into her ass. Mike came inside me and when he was done I just planted my cunt on her face and let her lick out all she could find. Honestly, who needs turkey and gravy when you can be stuffed and then get some gravy too? Yes, I'm going to be making Thanksgiving innuendos. Batten down the hatches.

I came on Sveta's face from her explorations to get every last lick of cum out of me, then I went to work on her in earnest and got another small orgasm, just a trickle really, out of her. Then we sat back and talked. Sveta wanted to ask Mike all sorts of questions, Mike wanted to know about her, aside from the content, it was small talk mostly, just getting-to-know-you-type stuff.

Dinner finally was served, and we ate Thanksgiving dinner in various states of undress. Mike put on his boxers, Sveta and I threw on robes, Dad insisted on eating naked, because as he said, "I own the house, no one's going to complain, I might as well enjoy it." Mom had on the most clothing because she had been cooking. The food was good, but not really my interest; I kept ogling Sveta's breasts when the robe would open and show them off. What can I say, when choosing between delicious, warm breast-meat, so good with gravy, and turkey, I pick Sveta.

We finished first, because I eat too fast, Sveta doesn't eat enough, and Mike saw that the two of us were finishing and wanted in on the fun. While we cleared away dishes, his cock was rock hard. Mom and Dad just told us to go back downstairs, not disturb the grownups, when Mike and I started making out in the kitchen.

So back downstairs we went. My robe came off in the kitchen, actually, and Sveta's followed soon after, and Mike pulled down his boxers and we all just went into a clutch of kissing and stroking and rubbing. Sveta really got into it after a certain point; at first she was a little shy, but once everyone was just all over each other, she lost all her inhibitions and enjoyed herself a lot. I report this from the horse's mouth, by the way; I don't have to guess.

Mike looked like he was about ready to push his cock into anything, me, her, the turkey, the sofa, so I finally got Sveta lying on top of me and asked her if she'd let Mike fuck her ass. Her eyes got big, but she nodded eagerly enough. It had been a while since Sveta had any anal except from toys.

Mike's good though. And Sveta got the chance to have some unprotected sex, because honestly I wasn't about to stop Mike and it wasn't like she was going to catch something from him. Your ass can't get pregnant. Maybe it was risky. I'll feel guilty for it later. I felt her tense up a little, and I kissed her and reached between us and stroked her pussy a little until she relaxed into my body and then gave a little groan, and I knew Mike's cock was pushing up her rear door. It was really great to feel her lying on me while he fucked her ass, feel the muscles in her tense and release, see her eyes as they softened. I do love making love face to face, and unfortunately because I'm often positioned with my mouth at the business end, I don't get to do it with Sveta as often as I'd like. But this time it was great.

She kissed me and came and I felt the warmth on my hands and then on my pussy and thighs and tummy. Her skin flushed, and she tensed and relaxed a number of times and let her whole weight down on me. Then a bit later, Mike pressed in deep and painted her colon white. She sighed with happiness; she's going to be another creampie lover, I can tell. There's nothing like it.

Mike pulled out and went to get some pie, and Sveta and I lay there and kissed and cuddled until he came back and wanted to know if he could have another go. That's why I love my brother; he's up for a good fuck pretty much at the drop of a hat.

Sveta wasn't sure she could take another, so we had to get up and I got on my hands and knees and let Mike fuck my ass while Sveta worked on my pussy. It was as close to DP as I've had in a while, and I came twice, nice long orgasms, before Mike shot what little spunk he had left into my ass.

Now, I'm pretty sure we all could have gone for more. I certainly could have. But we were starting to feel worn out physically from the big meal and whatever it is turkey does to do, so we went back upstairs and the whole family watched a really terrible movie. And then we all went to bed. Yeah, big party at my house that night.

Mike did come in to my room, and all three of us snuggled into one bed, Mike between the two girls. We talked sleepily, then I noticed that Mike was slowly pressing his hips against Sveta, and I asked him if he had on a condom, to which he replied, "Um... no, but I wasn't going to cum inside her."

Sveta practically begged me to let him cum inside her, and I had a momentary inner battle between my evil side and my merely naughty side, but the naughty side won and I said that if they wanted to fuck, fine, but condoms would be worn. Mike was perfectly cheerful about it, got up, grabbed a condom, slipped it on, then back to bed on top of Sveta kissing her before anyone could really say anything. After another minute or so, he grunted, thrust, and filled the condom, then kissed us both good night cheekily and got up and left for his own room.

Sveta was too tired to talk; she just curled up and moved her back toward me, so I put my arms around her and we actually both fell asleep at almost the same time. Of course, I was up again too soon after because my arm was hurting, but it was still great.

Okay, for a non-play-by-play, this is still really damn long. I'm going to cut it off here, having made it through the biggest, most exciting day, and we'll pick up again soon. I have a brief gig this week and next, so I have less time than usual, which is good, but it does mean less time for blogs. Plus Sveta's still here, and I'm going to get some while the getting's good.

Cute Anal

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Upcoming Excitement

So this Thanksgiving there'll be plenty to be thankful for. Aunt Jenny isn't feeling up to doing dinner at her house, so we won't see her, which is too bad because I think she'd like to meet Sveta. We're having Thanksgiving here, and Sveta is coming in this morning in a little while (I have to go pick her up in a bit) and then she's staying... until next Sunday! Woohoo!

Mike will be here on Thanksgiving itself, or so he promises. If he doesn't show up, I'm going to hunt him down with a pitchfork. He will only be there until this Sunday, since he has less time off than Sveta does. But still, plenty of time.

If I don't give a play-by-play as it happens, it's because too much is going on. But I'll definitely give a recap when I get the chance to do so. So stay tuned for that, and for all the other excitement I hope will ensue. Keep watching the skies. The Sex-Signal is out tonight! I always though there should be a superhero team which had a Sex-Signal that the police would shine into the clouds which would tell them it was time to fuck... FOR TRUTH, JUSTICE, AND THE AMERICAN WAY!

TMI Filler

Once again, from TMI. A lot of the questions there are so general that it's hard for me to come up with anything specific, but they sometimes spark stories. As always, feel free to ask questions in comments or email.

1. Have you used put anything edible on (or in) your partner's body and then eaten it?

Who hasn't done this? I mean, seriously, if you've been in a relationship that's gone beyond one-night-stand and you haven't done a little food play, you're missing out. I've eaten whipped cream and chocolate sauce off of cocks and breasts and out of pussies. I won't eat things out of people's asses, but anywhere else is fair game.

I once ate cheez wizz off of Mike's cock at the ballpark. Talk about plump hot dogs. It wasn't major league, it was minor league, and neither of us were really that interested in the game, so we went behind the bleachers, found a good spot unlikely to be seen, and he fed me nacho cheese with his cock. It wasn't spicy nacho cheese, thank god, but still, we wound up fucking and I got a little red in the cuntal area, if you know what I'm saying. If you're going to try it, I'd recommend trying it with the stuff from a can and then washing before fucking, ladies (or gentlemen, since I bet it would still hurt in the ass).

2. Have you ever had an AIDS test due to reasonable suspicion or hyperactive imagination?

It's not about reasonable suspicion or paranoia, but when you're as unsafe as I often am, it's better safe than sorry. They're not on my regular list or anything.

3. Have you ever fantasized about someone else other than your partner while you were engaged in sex, oral sex, or mutual masturbation?

All the time. As horrible as it is to say, it's usually about a girl if I'm fucking a guy and a guy if I'm fucking a girl. I like the best of both worlds. But not because I want to block out my actual partner, but because I wish there were more partners there. I don't do this every single time, but I find myself fantasizing about wild stuff regularly when I get fucked. Dad knows and doesn't mind. Other partners, I don't tend to let on, particularly if they don't know about my family and I happen to be fantasizing about a member of my family. Sveta, for instance, had no idea that often, I thought about my Dad fucking her while I'm eating her out. It's not that I don't love eating her out, it's added zest. I'll probably have to admit it now.

4. Have you ever engaged in sex, oral sex, or mutual masturbation while in a moving car? A car being driven by someone not engaged in the sex, oral sex, or mutual masturbation?

I've fooled around with drivers a few times, or while I was driving, but it's not safe so I try to keep myself in check. But in moving vehicles where neither of us is driving, hell yes. As I said in a previous post, the family car has plenty of stains on the upholstery.

5. Have you ever had sex so many times or for so long that one or both people involved runs dry?

Well, it depends on your definition of "runs dry." My Dad "runs dry" after once, sometimes, but that's not taking into account the length of one time with him. My sisters and I did once try to run Mike dry, and I believe our record was seven, but we couldn't be fucking constantly. If you mean "fuck a guy so many times that he cums without any semen," that's legendary skill that I would love to possess, because supposedly if you can do that, the orgasm is incredibly intense. But no, never happened, probably just an urban legend. I've fucked until parties were worn out, but "runs dry?" I don't know.

Bonus (as in optional): Name 5 things an unplanned (or planned) visitor would find in your bedroom?

Sheets, pillows, blankets, mattress, books.

Oh, you wanted something sexy, didn't you? Okay, likely there'll be a few small stains on the sheets because they'll have gotten damp and I won't have gotten the chance to change them yet (I can't be changing sheets every five minutes). You'll definitely find lube sitting by my bed; we have lube in nearly every room of the house, although it's not necessary anywhere near as often as it used to be when all of the family was there. A toy or two, definitely. Today, my standby vibe is sitting next to the lube. One of these days the motor on that thing is going to give out and I'll be heartbroken. 2 more? Um... my guitar, which I keep in my room for noodling purposes. And really, books. I read anywhere from 2 to 5 books at a time, so most of them while I'm reading them will be sitting by my bed, awaiting my pleasure. And I don't mean porn books. Right now, I'm reading War and Peace, a book about aviation in World War II, a Russian primer, and one of my go-to-sleep books, which I use to read until I fall asleep (I believe it's a collection of Robert Benchley). Not all at once, understand, but in succession, depending on my mood. Yeah, I'm a nerd.

Collage

Before I totally forget, Bob was nice enough to make a collage of pictures that I've posted and he's let me share. It's a bit busy for a desktop wallpaper, but who am I to tell you what you can and can't do with things like this? Enjoy.

Sveta and Oola's Crazy Fun-Time Sex Theatre

Co-Starring Mom and Dad.

Okay, one last big push and we'll get this baby delivered, and then I can start preparing for Thanksgiving, because you bet your ass there's going to be a hot time in the old town tonight then.

Sveta and I came back to the hotel after she'd finished what she could. We came into the room and Mom and Dad were watching cable and fucking. "Just warming up," laughed Dad. Sveta turned beet red, which was really funny because it wasn't like she and Dad hadn't done it a bunch of times in the same room as Mom. I guess she's still getting used to everything.

We sat down and started taking off clothes, Sveta shy as all get out. She'd never seen the parents at it before, and when they started talking to us, she wouldn't turn to face them and was just cute as a shy little girl can be. Mom finally told Dad that obviously it was making Sveta uncomfortable, and anyway he was there for her, not Mom. My mother is nothing if not charitable.

Mom came over and talked to Sveta, said she didn't have to be worried about being nervous, that it was a big thing, all that. Dad was apologizing, said he didn't realize it would be a big deal. Really we were all comforting Sveta. She wasn't hysterical or anything, but she was all shy and blushing and nervous again, maybe even more than her first time. I think it was just that she's starting to feel like my parents are kind of her parents, and hey, for most people, walking in on their parents fucking is embarrassing.

But we worked out the kinks, at least some of them, and pretty soon Sveta was laughing at Dad's jokes again, and Mom gave her a kiss on the forehead and said she could do whatever she wanted, watch TV, go to sleep, we'd even take her back to her room. I'm probably making it seem more serious than it actually was; it was kind of funny for everyone, especially Sveta once she got over the initial embarrassment. She said she wanted to stick around, maybe get one last helping of cock before we had to leave the next day. I don't blame her; sex with my Dad puts most other guys to shame.

Dad was happy to oblige, and Mom and I moved to the other bed for a while and watched them (well, I watched more of them, Mom read mostly). Dad wanted to make her cum on his tongue, and no one gave a shit about wet spots, so she lay back and let him lick and suck her pussy until she gushed on his face. "You're like a fire hydrant, girl," he said with a grin as he licked her clean afterwards. "Only way sexier."

She wanted to ride, so he lay back and let her straddle him, and watching her tight little pelvis sink down and impale herself on his thick, juicy cock was entirely too much for me. I went over and gave her a kiss, then reached down and started playing with her asshole, which made her giggle and squirm. One hand on her ass, one on her breast, my lips locked with hers, and Dad's hand on my ass, reaching around and stroking my pussy; yeah, the only thing that was missing was a few more people.

I came first, no surprise there, then Sveta came on Dad, which shockingly made him cum in the condom. He pulled it off, I let Sveta clean up, then he said it was past his bedtime. Mom was already falling asleep on the other bed. They went over, turned off their light, and fell asleep.

Sveta looked set to do the same, but we cuddled some, which led to stroking, which led to spooning together, my hand on her pussy, fingers pressing in and out of her, under the covers. She was making a little noise, but not much, and we just writhed together until she gasped and I felt the wetness spread all over my hand. We were going to be damp come morning.

Then she groggily turned in my arms, pressed against me, and gave me a long, tender kiss, lots of tongues swirling in and out of mouths, her eyes closed, her breasts pressing into me, a leg wrapping around me. I reached down and diddled my own clit until I came, and by that point she was already pretty much zonked.

I had made them all promise that I wasn't to be left sleeping forever that morning, because I could catch up on sleep in the car or something. So they did wake me up the next morning, neither bright nor smiling, early. I was groggy, but showering helped, and when Sveta slipped into the shower and we started kissing, that woke me up nicely. She got on her knees in the shower and ate me out until I came, then we dried off and found that Mom and Dad had come back with items of a continental breakfast nature. So we all sat around in various states of dress and ate pastry and bagels.

I went over and whispered to Dad that I thought he should cum in my pussy so Sveta could lick it out, and he pulled off his pants without doing anything more than nodding. Sveta saw him taking out his cock and assumed he wanted her, so she hopped up on the bed and looked back at him on all fours, and it was just so incredibly sexy I told Dad that he had to fuck her first, even if he didn't make it to cumming inside me.

She was on the edge of the bed, and he could just stand behind her, grip her hips, and press in. She started moaning right away, and when I lay down beside her and reached over and started stroking her tits and kissing her, she came. Mom was watching us with a smile, and she gasped when she saw Sveta cum. "Sveta, that's incredible," she said. I guess it must have been a big gush. "Have you always cum like that?"

"Yeah," said Sveta breathlessly. This led to a conversation, while Dad was still pumping away, about orgasms. Mom was curious about how it felt, how it tasted. She'd never seen anything like it in real life. It's true, Sveta is pretty incredible in that way.

I was shocked when I wasn't paying attention and all of a sudden Dad pulled out of Sveta, pulled off the condom, and pressed into me. I didn't get a chance to really get used to it; he pumped a few times, and he pressed deep and I felt a load spurt into my pussy, a feeling which I hope Sveta grows to love as much as I do. "Come over here honey, try my danish with icing," I said, and Mom laughed.

Sveta liked licking cream from my pussy, even if she didn't get it all, and I certainly liked it too. I can't wait to try it the other way around. I don't know when that will be, since you can't just start fucking bare right after you get on the pill, but we're taking her to the doctor over Thanksgiving break to get her on it, and then we'll see how long it is before she has her first creampie. With me, maybe not until the end of term, when she comes back for Christmas. But maybe with some lucky boy at college beforehand. I've told her she should still wear a condom with strangers, but I don't know if she'll listen. I never did. I am not exactly the greatest example to follow.

I was hoping that Dad might have the stamina for another outing, but we needed to get checked out (another reason I had to wake up early) and Sveta needed to work, and so we wound up checking out, dropping her back at her room, and never doing any of the things we said we'd do while there, like check out the campus and see the sights. Oh well, e'en the best laid plans gang aft agley.

On the ride home, everyone was talking about how good the weekend had been. Mom and Dad want to try to get Sveta more comfortable with them. I just want to see her again. Which will happen very, very soon. She'll be here a while this time too, although I now have a gig which will take some of my time. But I'm thinking that maybe I'll bring her along, show her the ropes, maybe catch a quickie in the dressing rooms. Yeah, it's been a while since I fucked at the theater. It could be fun. But on the other hand, not very professional. We'll see.

Oh, and Mike will hopefully be here for Thanksgiving too, which means he'll finally get to meet my sweetie. And by meet, I mean "meat." And by that, I don't mean poultry. Woohoo! If the rest of my life were going as well as this part, I would probably have died and gone to heaven.

Fingernails

I do not understand how girls can masturbate with such long fingernails. Seems like danger to me. Or rather, I can masturbate with long fingernails (on the few occasions when I've had them or worn them) but I can't do the things I see some people doing. Sure, it's porn and so it's not real, but I doubt they're adding CGI fingernails to porn actresses to heighten the production values and make the impossible possible. So it's possible, and maybe I'm just a wuss.

Anyway, here's the video that gave rise to this train of thought. Cute German girl, blonde, if that's your thing (I prefer redheads myself). Having some solo fun, which ordinarily wouldn't float my boat, but she's having some interesting solo anal fun and she's got a very nice body. But what if her nail broke off in there? I shudder to think. I am a wuss. But enjoy the video anyway. Not perfect, but a conversation-starter. I didn't guarantee perfect videos every time. Just a "Now watching:" list.

Still 300

Before I forget, I know people have wondered whether I was just blowing smoke about celebrating my 300th post (other than the actual 300th post), since we're now well into the 300s. I have plans. Definite plans, which simply require certain things to happen before they can come to fruition. We'll keep celebrating 300 until 400, I think. It'll be like a special period, not just a special post. I think the combination of all the excitement, plus my attempts to be more regular with posting, should tide everyone over until the plans finally work out. I don't want to tease; I really do have plans, and if they don't work out, I'll be sad and let everyone know. But they will. I'll make them. And then we'll start celebrating 400, which is more posts than I know what to do with, honestly. I'm not bragging; I have no idea how this has gone on for as long as it has or as much as it has. It's a mystery to me.

Saturdays with Sveta

I am up to my tits in banking problems at the moment, so perhaps I should be holding this retelling off until after I feel slightly less rage at the financial system. But on the other hand, I'm horny and you all deserve more than a cliffhanger. So here we go.

When last we left our heroine, she was trying to sleep next to the naked body of her incredibly sexy college coed lover who had just been doubly satisfied by our heroine's father's manhood. If only more books started like that. And continued with more sex.

I didn't get to sleep until late, but I'd made Sveta promise that she'd wake me up when she got up. She claims she tried, but then let me sleep in. I think she was just bewitched by my sleeping form and couldn't bring herself to disturb me. If she knew how disturbed my sleep is, she wouldn't have hesitated. But anyway, it was nearly afternoon before I finally was roused, groggy and disheveled, because Sveta needed to go back to her room to do some work. I showered quickly alone, which sucked because I had so been looking forward to a sexy shower. Sveta said my parents had gone out wandering, so we took the car and I drove her back to campus.

Fortunately her roomie was gone for the weekend (which is why, I think, Sveta was available for us to visit) and we had her room to ourselves. We didn't exactly sneak into her room, but we did avoid population centers. She may be okay with admitting she has a girlfriend, but I don't think she's quite to the point where she can show me off to her friends. I'm okay with that; I didn't really feel up to meeting them anyway.

Her room is a typical girl's dorm room, all neat and tidy and decorated. She and her roomie have a more typical aesthetic. My room always looked like a tornado had hit it, but that's because I'm a cluttered person. I wasn't dirty, just books and papers and computers everywhere. Plus, I like unmade beds; they feel softer to me. But Sveta's room was very nice, had the picture my parents gave her on the wall with her other pictures, curtains, the whole bit. I never thought I'd be the pants-wearer of any relationship, and I'm still not, but it's closer than I've ever come. Compared to Sveta, I really am a bulldyke. This is a compliment to her more than it is me trying to be something I'm not, because I know bulldykes, bulldykes are friends of mine, and I, sir, am no bulldyke.

I promised Sveta I would behave, but once we got to her room, I did have to give her a kiss and a squeeze, and I'm afraid that we christened the dorm room shortly thereafter (Sveta says she's never fucked in her bed, and her roomie hasn't either to the best of her knowledge, so while undoubtedly the bed had seen action previously, we at least christened this occupancy of it). It was hurried and frantic, clothes didn't really come off, just underwear, although I did get my hands into her blouse and stroked her nipples for a bit. Her breasts are wonderfully creamy smooth, big enough to be handfuls, and she's ticklish around her tits too, which just means more fun for me.

She ate me out first, slipping a finger into my cunt under my skirt and rolling it up and down the upper wall, pressing on the pubic bone and licking my clit until I was arching my back and gripping the sides of the mattress. I tried to keep my noise level down, but a few well-placed moans got through, and I'm sure no one in adjoining rooms was left in any doubt as to what was taking place in Sveta's place.

She was going to leave it at that and go do some work, I guess thinking that I'd be satisfied. Well, I was satisfied in myself, but not with her not getting any in return. She said "Hang on a minute," and got out her towel. Poor dear only has two sets of sheets and the laundromat is a pain in the ass. We're going to have to see about getting her some more sheets if she's going to have a room with frequent wet spots. Which I certainly hope will be true, and not just from me.

She pulled up her skirt and lay back with her butt on the towel, and I went to town on her pussy. I even worked a finger into her ass while I was licking and sucking at her lips and clit, and when I curled my finger inside her and pressed up against her cunt while tonguing her clit, she lost it and gushed onto my chin. I don't want it to seem like she's pissing when she cums; it's not like you see in porno, but it's the closest I've come in reality. She gets super wet and she does gush a bit. My chin was damp and the towel was soaking, even though I tried to get as much of it in my mouth as I could. She tasted a little garlic-y, but not bitter, just a little like garlic, which given our meal the previous evening wasn't surprising.

When I finally came up for air, we kissed for a while, and I was just starting, bad influence that I am, to feel her up again, but she giggled and said she really needed to work, and maybe I could go get some food. Which is when I realized that I was hungry and Sveta hadn't eaten anything all day. She spent all morning doing God knows what, waiting for me. I felt terrible, pulled my panties back on, and rushed out to buy lunch.

I came back with sandwiches and iced tea, and then I tried very had to be good while she worked. I read a book, I went to the bathroom to check it out, I wandered around the halls a little, just to see things. I saw some very attractive people in Sveta's dorm, but really all they did was make me want to go back to the most attractive and beg her on my knees to quit working and come back to bed. I'm whipped, what can I say.

Finally I went back to Sveta's room and she was finishing up something, so I told her she should take a break. And then we sat down and looked at the blog together. I showed her some posts about her and asked her if they were okay or if she wanted me to stop talking about her, and she said as long as I kept being as nice as I was being right then, it would be fine with her if I told you all everything that happened whenever we were together, in pussy-dripping detail.

She did want to know why I'd gone with Sveta as her name (no, it's not her name; I do use aliases in most, if not all, cases), and honestly, I couldn't entirely remember. It was sort of random, but I did pick it because I was thinking Russian or had heard the name or something. I mean, if I weren't bound by certain restrictions, that's the name of I would have used for my own alias, either that or Olga. Svetlana is a beautiful name. I might start calling myself Olga just to fit with Sveta. We could be Sveta and Oola. Sexy stuff, right? Sveta means "light," which is much more apropos than my name, which is short for "protector of men." But "lexis" also means "word," so maybe I'll choose my own etymology. Anything's better than "protector of men." It worked for Alexander the Great, but not so much for me.

She accepted the name as an okay alias. Not that I'm knocking her actual name, which is also beautiful, but back when I gave her the alias, I had no idea she would feature so prominently in my future. But it's still a beautiful name for a beautiful girl, and apropos by accident if nothing else. And it has more character than "Jane" or some other bland alias.

She told me she's only been able to masturbate in the shower and hasn't been able to use any of her toys because she's nervous about being in the dorm. Poor girl is getting whatever the female version of blue balls is. I told her that I'd come to an understanding with my roomie, and maybe her roomie was similarly looking to be able to masturbate any time she wanted, and if they just talked about it... She laughed and said, "Only you could think that way." I don't think that's quite true, but I guess her roomie, nice though she may be, is the last person one would talk to about sex. Kind of cloistered, not a social butterfly. So an ideal roommate for many reasons, just unlikely to wind up like Gwen.

Still, Sveta gets to cum in the shower (or the bath, which they have, much to my surprise) once a day, and while that wouldn't be enough for me, she's not starving for orgasms, she's starving for physical contact. Hey, me too, but being able to masturbate whenever I want helps with that.

She read a little of the blog, then said she really needed to get back to work, and maybe I should go back to the hotel and pick her up a little later for dinner. No way Jose. I was sitting so close, it was really hard to restrain myself, and I didn't. Reached over and gave her a big kiss for being such a good sport about having her private life aired out on my blog, then started taking her clothes off without asking.

I don't think she was going to stop me. After a half-hearted plea that she really had to keep working, she moved to the bed with me. I wanted to try out her roomie's bed because I'm naughty like that, but Sveta laughed and thought I was joking. Yes, that's it, I was joking. Anyway, by that point her clothes were off and she was giggling and stroking her own pussy as I took mine off, so I wasn't in the mood to argue or try to convince her. I asked her where she kept her toys (she has a few that I've given her, most notably a buttplug to work on anal because she's still getting used to that, even though she loves it), took the plug and lube from my purse and spent an enjoyable five minutes getting it into her ass.

Then with a vibe, I started working my way down her body, licking and then vibrating her chin, her nipples, her belly button, the tendons at the inside of her thighs, the pubic bone just above her pussy, even the space between pussy and ass. She was giggling and gasping alternately, wound up with nowhere to go. I got the towel to where it might do some good, then slowly dipped the vibe into her pussy, which was already dripping wet, and then ran it slowly up and down the whole slit. When I touched her clit, she cried out my name, not quietly, then giggled and put a hand over her mouth, which just made her look cuter. She was blushing all over with a combination of embarrassment and arousal. God, looking up at her, I really wished I'd brought a strap-on, because I wanted to have a cock right then so I could work it inside her and then hold her body to mine.

In then end, I decided we'd try something exciting, and I got up on the bed and straddled her like I was going to fuck some non-existent cock, then pressed my pussy down as close as I could to hers, sort of cradling my hips against her spread legs. She laughed and asked me what the hell I was doing, I just got the vibe, put it between the two of us, and turned it on full blast.

It didn't work as well as I'd hoped, and there was more laughter than orgasms, but we had some fun trying to press together so the vibe would work on both of us at the same time. Finally, I slid down her legs, got between then, and rested the vibe above her clit while I licked at her pussy until she came hard, all that tension racing out through her pussy. Watching it happen, the muscles tightening, her pussy and ass both straining, was amazing. I wish I had video. She'd worked out whatever garlic she had in her system, and she just tasted fresh and clean and a little sweet, like normal. I love her taste and smell, more perhaps than any other woman.

Then, while she was still cumming, I flipped around, keeping the vibe working on her clit, and pressed my hips down on her face until I could feel her breath against the heat of my cunt. It was almost enough to make me cum without her even touching me, and eventually she was back to the world enough to start kissing my pubis, and I went off. She made me cum twice in quick succession, and then I let up on her pussy and moved around so we could cuddle and kiss and taste each other on our lips.

And right in the middle of the afterglow, my parents called from the hotel to ask if we wanted to get some dinner. So we cleaned up a little, put clothes back on (except panties, which I left off and Sveta giggled and then tossed hers away too, so we were both going bare to dinner despite the cold). The weather was lousy as we drove back, and Mom and Dad hopped in the car and we went searching for food. Had dinner at an Asian place which did Korean barbecue, which I always enjoy, so I had that and Sveta decided to be bloody, bold, and resolute and try it too. Fun was had by all trying to figure out what various things were and finding out what things were spicy and what weren't.

Then Sveta asked me to drop her off at her dorm and she'd see us tomorrow. To which, my response was, hell no, you're coming back to the room with us, you know you want to. We compromised on me taking her back to do some more work, and if I was very good and didn't distract her, she'd then come back to the hotel when she'd done what she had to do.

So back to the dorm we went after dropping Mom and Dad back at the hotel. Sveta told me in the car that, actually, that morning she and Dad had found some time to fuck while I was still asleep. I think she was afraid I would be jealous. I was only sorry they'd let me sleep in, because I wanted to be in on all of it. According to Sveta, she woke up at about the same time as Dad, he went to get ice, came back, and as Mom was in the shower, asked Sveta if she'd like some morning entertainment on the other bed so they wouldn't disturb me. Damn it, I told them to get me up.

Sveta was all set to wake Dad's cock up a bit, but Dad told her with a laugh that seeing her naked and waiting was all the wake-up he needed, which is true, although I often give him a blowjob to begin. I think Dad just wants to spend as much time as possible with his cock up to the hilt in Sveta's very welcoming pussy. And who would blame him? She got on all fours and let him fuck her from behind, then after she came all over his cock he pulled out and stroked a load into her mouth. I could have slapped him for not giving her any other breakfast, but whatever. She's a growing girl, she should eat.

It was incredibly fucking hard to go back to her room and not jump her, but I knew that if I did, she wouldn't be able to come and play at the hotel. So since she was reading and taking notes, I took advantage of her laptop and computerized, which helped distract me until she finally announced that she couldn't take it any more and the rest of the work would keep.

And then back to the hotel, and since the rest of the story is pretty much one long chunk and my wrists are getting tired, we're going to hang from yet another cliff until the next instalment of Sveta and Oola's Crazy Fun-Time Sex Theatre. Now that should be a serial film, shown before every movie, like they used to back in the old days before TV. With a sexy cartoon too, maybe. Lots of fun could be had with a sexy Looney Tunes cartoon.

Finally, the Weekend

Okay, we're going to start and see how far we get, okay kids? I'm currently making a baked pasta dish for tomorrow, so I'll be hopping in and out, not that you'll know it. Except I told you. So you know.

It takes my parents approximately two million years to get ready to take a day trip to a town five miles away, which means you should multiply that figure by about ten thousand in order to arrive at the subjective time it took for my parents to get their over-prepared asses in gear to go. I don't think it helped that I was ready and waiting and tapping my feet, and then Dad came home from work and one thing led to another up against a wall. I know, I was not greasing the wheels of progress. But I'd waited all day in a state of somewhat nervous anticipation, and when I get nervously anticipatory, I get horny.

Fortunately, Mom kept packing and I was ready to go, so we managed to get on the road at a reasonable time to make it there for dinner, which was kind of the plan, knowing what I know about my parents. Sveta had class, Dad had work, Mom had work, so I had all sorts of time to be packing. But I'd just like to state again for the record that I could have been ready in about 20 minutes. Plus, I'd done a lot of prep work the previous day.

In the interest of keeping things somewhat kosher, we met Sveta outside her dorm, picked her up, and then went to dinner. Sveta talked, we listened. I'd heard some of it before. My parents were appropriately congratulatory about good things, commiseratory about bad, etc. and so on. The food was okay, your basic bistro fare. Dad and I wanted to go for something more exotic, but Mom and Sveta voted bistro because it was closer.

Then we went to the hotel, just your basic Holiday Inn type, not too pricey but not a rat trap. Checked in, got up to our room, and Sveta said, "I hope you remembered to pack condoms," and giggled.

Turns out all four of us remembered to pack condoms. I had some, Dad had some, Mom had some, and Sveta had even gotten some from the safe sex kit in her dorm. We had a laugh about that as we all got undressed. It wasn't like, "Okay, time to strip for sex," we just felt like getting undressed.

I gave Sveta a big kiss, the first time I'd been able to since a quick peck in the car when she got in. I would have been happy to make out with her in the back seat, but she was worried about that. I guess I can understand. Hell, I'm still worried about being to exposed sometimes, and I've had a way longer time to get used to certain ideas than she has.

Dad just sat back and watched while Mom sat next to him and stroked his cock a little, and the two girls started making out on the other bed. I enjoy being watched, and after I started nibbling Sveta's belly button, she was enjoying it too. I worked my way down, over her pubic bone and then around, just blowing a breath on her bare pussy and then kissing and nibbling my way down her inner thigh. I kissed the back of her knee and she giggled because she's ticklish there, but the giggle sounded weird so I looked up and saw that she had Dad's cock in her mouth. If you don't think that was a terrific sight, then you probably should stop reading now.

There was a small, small part of me that was hoping Dad might move from getting blown by Sveta to fucking me while I ate her out, if I took long enough. But part of the problem with that was that I really wanted to taste her. It had been a while since I'd gotten my face wet. So I kissed my way back up the other leg (not the toes; I don't do toes much) and then spread her legs a little, put my fingers on her lips and spread them, then just looked into the beautiful pink passage for a moment. I love a shapely young pussy, never let it be said otherwise.

Finally, I put my lips to good use, kissed and sucked at the swelling of her clit, then started licking into her honey. I know Dad was watching that end; he doesn't need to watch a girl giving him head when he can be watching his daughter eat out a cute girl. She must have been wound as tight as I was, because she came pretty quickly, not squirting but oozing juice. Nectar from the gods. She was moaning around Dad's cock for him to fuck her by the time I was through with her, and then I got up and moved up to give her a kiss while Dad moved to the business end of things and slipped on a condom. Honestly, he doesn't have to wear one; he's not going to cum without knowing it, and he could just pull out. But safety is important.

Watching cocks penetrate her hasn't gotten old, and I wonder if it ever will. She takes them in a way which is really hard to describe; you can sort of see the top of her pussy bulge as more and more of her is filled. I moved out of the way and let them kiss, then tweaked her nipples until she laughed and told me I was naughty (too true). Dad held her hips, her legs wrapped around him, and he started thrusting in and out of the cradle of her thighs.

We were a talkative bunch. She just went on about how much she loved being in our family, how she had looked forward to this all week. Dad kept complimenting Sveta, telling her how tight she was, how much she was like a daughter to him. Mom even chimed in and agreed with that.

Sveta came, but I noticed she was crying, tears in her eyes. "What's wrong, sweetness? Does it hurt?" I asked.

"No, I never want it to stop," she said with a smile. We might be dredging up some emotional stuff with Sveta that she and I should talk about. It's not good to keep that shit pent up. But then wasn't the time. Hear that, Sveta? We should talk about this stuff, okay honey? Not to put you on the spot. I really should stop using the middle of my posts as private messages to you, huh? Yeah, I'll stop. Sorry everyone else, carried away by the moment.

Anyway, after Sveta came, she reached up and started fooling around with my pussy, which was all I needed to cum on her hand. Then Dad asked if she'd like to take it from behind, which she was perfectly okay with. So he helped her to her hands and knees, and on the spur of the moment I lay down and told her to straddle my face so I could better see his cock going into her. And maybe do some licking, you know, that kind of thing.

Dad fucked her like that for a few minutes, and between his cock sliding in and out and my kissing and sucking her clit, she came again and collapsed onto my body. God, it was so nice to feel her lying on me, skin to skin, our heat and sweat mingling and feeling her move against me.

After she came a second time, Dad was close, so he pulled out and wanted to know if Sveta wanted to swallow. Stupid question, right? I just wish he'd shot it inside me so she could have eaten it out. But she was pretty winded, so she just rolled over and opened her mouth and let him shoot ropes of cum into it and onto her cheek. Then I cleaned them both up, and we sat down again. I cuddled Sveta, Dad lay back in bed next to Mom, and we talked some more about family stuff and how Mom and Dad really want Sveta to be a part of the family. Dad turned on the TV and was watching some stupid program, so Sveta and I started fooling around again.

It's hard to get used to the idea of just having sex in the same room with your parents while they watch TV. I understand that I'm an oddity that I can do that without pause. Sveta, as I said, hasn't had as much time to get used to the idea. But honestly, once you get into it, even if you're not okay with making love in the same room as someone else, you sort of forget they're there. At least, that's been my experience.

She wanted to eat me out, and I wasn't going to tell her no. So I lay back and enjoyed tender kisses and licking on my pussy, had a nice O, then pulled her up and kissed her and we just cuddled for a while and whispered to one another and giggled. She wanted to know if Dad would go again. I wasn't sure. Turns out I was right. "Sorry hun, too close to bedtime," said Dad apologetically. "Now if your girl there hadn't ambushed me on the way out the door, I might have the stamina..."

"You didn't?" she asked, giving me a playful smack.

"Sorry, I figured Dad would be man enough to go three times with what's on offer tonight," I said, striking my best sulky sexy pose. "But if he doesn't want any of this..."

"Go on, the girl doesn't get anywhere near enough," said Mom, pushing Dad out of bed. He lay back and let us work on him, and we managed another erection out of the old man in short order, what with the lips and tongues and pussies being ground down onto his chest, leaving little wet spots. Sveta almost hopped onto his cock before a condom could be put on (I can't wait until she comes home for Thanksgiving and we can get her on the pill and dispense with all the bullshit). Then she rode him while I sat on his chest and stroked her skin and kissed her. I felt Dad nibbling at my left ass cheek, which made me giggle and shift back a little until my hips were straddling his face.

Sveta came hard and I had to kind of support her, then Dad gently pushed me off him and pulled Sveta down to him, then they rolled over as one and he started fucking her face to face, his body against hers, kissing, just his hips moving in and out. I put my hand on his ass, just for kicks, and waited until he finally thrust in and stayed, filling the condom with spunk. Then he raised himself up, gave her a kiss, and pulled out and went over to the other bed. "Goodnight girls," he said with a grin, pulling the condom off and handing it to Mom. And then Sveta and I got to watch my Mom clean Dad off.

Sveta was plumb tuckered as they say, so I helped her under the covers, got her a drink of water, then lay there with my arms around her, feeling her breathing slow until she was asleep. Then I turned on the TV with captions and watched TV for what seemed like forever, still feeling really horny. If only I had two guys at my beck and call, then Sveta and I could each have one and I wouldn't get left out. Not that I begrudge her having Dad as many times as she can handle, but it does tend to wear her out, poor dear.

This seems like as good a place as any to take a break. I'll be back with more as soon as I'm able, which may not be until the weekend. I have some things to do between now and then, which is why I'm making baked pasta now so I don't have to cook tomorrow (or the next day, god willing). Anyway, Saturday we did more things than just have mind-blowing sex, but there's more of that too, so stay tuned.

TMI Filler

1. On a scale of 1-10 (10 being the highest), how satisfied are you with your life?

When I'm with Sveta, 6.5. When I'm not, 5, tops. I'm not particularly happy with my life at the moment. Parts are terrific, and I'm not complaining, particularly because many of the reasons I'm not happy are my own fault. But satisfied?

1a. On a scale of 1-10 (10 being the highest), how satisfied are you with your sex life?

8. Always room for improvement, but basically the only thing that's keeping me from rating this a 9 (not a 10, because perfection is fleeting) is that I don't get quite as much as I'd like. Still, depending on the day, I might rate it a temporary 9.

2. What is the easiest way for you to reach orgasm?

Easiest? Clit stim. Doesn't produce the best orgasms by any stretch, but if I'm looking to get off quickly and easily or giving advice to a partner on the best way to get me off, my clit is like a joy buzzer. They won't be bone-shattering orgasms, but I'll cum.

3. What are 3 inevitable things about you?

What the hell is an inevitable thing? I guess it's inevitable that I'll wind up horny. It's pretty inevitable that I won't be satisfied with something (see above). And it's inevitable that I'll say something or do something wrong in most situations; the situations where I succeed at not fucking things up are usually the situations where people cut me some slack at being socially inept.

4. What is your favorite sexual position? (yes you have to narrow it to one)

I've answered this before, but missionary remains my favorite. I guess of the missionary positions they number, I prefer #7.

It's a close contest. This position gives nice depth while still allowing the intimacy and ability to lie full on me. I don't always wrap my legs around; sometimes I go through pretty much every permutation of face-to-face fucking you can have. But this position combines comfort and enjoyment.

4a. What is you least favorite sexual position?

Scissoring with a guy is no fun at all, particularly the way they do it in porn. There are some positions I've just never tried because they looked like shit.

5. Favorite body part/parts of the opposite (or same) sex?

Girls: the tummy, particularly the belly button. Close race there, since I enjoy the female body holistically. But that's my pat answer.

Boys: it's so hard to choose. I mean, it would be safe to say "the cock" because I do love penis. But I enjoy good hands in a man; I like to feel them rather than seeing them. If I had to pick a body part, I guess that's the safest generic.

6. Would you rather have you significant other (this can be a hypothetical SO) have sex with someone else or fall in love with someone else? [You have to pick one.]

This question is too easy for me. Sex. Definitely. I mean, honestly, the fact that the question needs to be asked says something to me about society's fucked up attitude about sex. I would so much rather have someone I love enjoy themselves physically with someone other than me, as opposed to falling in love with someone else. If they fell in love with someone else, that's it for me. Sex, even if you're a Puritan, you can get over. But maybe it's just me.

7. When you have a "toe-curling" orgasm, do your does curl up, or down?

They don't curl, they extend. I have terrific extension with my toes, to the point where I don't like wearing confining shoes because they may my toes claustrophobic. I have "toe-spreading" orgasms. But I guess they curl a bit up too.

8. Name three words that:

a) get you excited

"Eat this chocolate!"

b) make you squirm

In a good way? "Time for anal." In a bad way? "I just vomited." Yech.

c) make you laugh

"Exploding nuclear weasel." Tell me you didn't just laugh a little.

Bonus (as in optional): What is your most embarrassing sexual moment?

Do I gotta? Oh, right, I don't, because it's optional. Tee hee hee.

Just kidding. I get embarrassed easily, and it's not always pleasant for me to recall embarrassing moments, so I'm trying to diffuse the tension with humor. And it's not working. I guess the most embarrassing sexual moment I've ever had was the time I farted, a massive, brain-rattling fart, during the act. This wasn't with someone I knew either. And it wasn't a queef. We're talking full-on cheese. I didn't want to be in the same room with me. Sex came to a screeching halt. I know there are fetishists out there licking their lips, but neither I nor my partner were at all turned on. I apologized profusely, which is what I do in embarrassing situations, but it destroyed the mood. Yeah, best not to recall that.

Status

Just got back a little while ago from Sveta's college. Definitely a trip worth commemorating in song and story, but because of that, I need to decompress a little before I can fire up the writing part of my brain and tell it like it needs telling. Of course, now I'm hyping it up and I'll suck. Yay me.

Anyway, the full report is coming, but in summary: I love Sveta (hey honey), had a good time without much hassle, and as you can judge from the parenthetical comment above, Sveta reads the blog now. So be nice. She's going to be a silent presence here for a while, but maybe soon I'll get her out of her shell. But she's got bigger fish to fry with college at the moment.

Hope everyone else had an okay weekend, greetings to the great new people who've decided to follow my blog (we'll be up to 20 followers around here before you know it, oooh, aaaahhh), and check back later for something more interesting than a status update. Blogger really should figure out a way to have a status section so I wouldn't have to post actual posts about it, which artificially inflate my post count and probably bore everyone to death. Blah blah blah.

Compare and Contrast

Video 1 - Video 2

What do you think? Same girl? If not, which girl is hotter? If so, don't you wish it wasn't the same girl so you could see both of them go down on each other at a future date?

I don't know, I can't tell. But I do know that, if they're twins, I want to see them eat each other out, then get fucked by two big cocks, preferably two big twin cocks. And I'd like to believe that the foursome thus created would all be related. I enjoy twincest, makes me wish I had a twin, or even that there was a twin in the family.

So there's a two-fer for you. Plus a side digression on twincest. For filler, decent I think.

More Stolen Questions

Once again, theft from Kara and Jess, who thieved it from someone else prior. Part II of a previous post.

26. What color is your watch? I have a pocket watch that I always forget. It's metal. Anything else would have long since been destroyed.
27. What do you think of when you hear “Australia”? That stupid Nicole Kidman/Hugh Jackman movie. I didn't see it, but still, the marketing campaign must have really worked on me.
28. Would you strip for money? Depends. I'd be in a play where the part called for me to strip, and I'd do that for money. Hell, I've taken money for taking off my clothes in the past, just never in the context of a strip club. That doesn't really strike me as my scene.
29. Do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive thru? I usually go in because drive thrus are a pain in the ass. Plus I don't eat fast food generally unless I'm driving and then I usually want to stop and get out of the car for a few minutes. Plus I don't like to eat while I'm driving.
30. What is your favorite number? 5.
31. Who’s the last person you talked to on the phone? Sveta. I don't talk on the phone a lot.
32. Any plans today? Well, some packing needs to be done. I'm a guerrilla traveler, always travel very light, but even I need to pack some things.
33. In how many states have you lived? 5? I think. I had to add one because I remembered. Geez, no, another one. I'll probably figure out I've lived in all 50 states at this rate. No, that's not true. But seriously, I was thinking 3. How wrong I was.
34. Biggest annoyance right now? Job market.
35. Last song listened to? Live - Pillar of Davidson. It was on shuffle, what can I say.
36. Can you say the alphabet backwards? I start with Z, then my typing training takes over and I continue across the bottom row of keys. I can touch-type, but it's taken a definite toll on my ability to say the alphabet right. I spent years memorizing that shit.
37. Do you have a maid service clean your house? I don't trust anyone, and I mean anyone, to clean my stuff. Consequently, I live a cluttered life. Not dirty, just cluttered. I'm not saying maids steal things at all; I don't want people putting my belongings back in places other than where I want to find them. I've lost books that way, only to discover them years later in plain sight, just shelved differently than I would have. Not that I don't lose things all by myself.
38. Favorite pair of shoes you wear all the time? Meh, shoes are shoes. I used to have a pair of sandals I absolutely loved, so comfortable, but they eventually disintegrated into random molecules, and I haven't found their like since.
39. Are you jealous of anyone? Of course. I'm no saint. I'm not incredibly jealous, but I think there are many things others have that I wish I did. It's motivational.
40. Is anyone jealous of you? Probably. I don't dwell on it or try to make it happen.
41. Do you love anyone? It'd be a sad lookout for me if I didn't.
42. Do any of your friends have children? Yes, but I have friends of wildly varying ages. I have friends with grandchildren.
43. What do you usually do during the day? I'd love to be able to say, "Work." But recently, that would be a lie. Hopefully it will change soon though.
44. Do you hate anyone that you know right now? I try hard not to hate people. Usually if I know someone, I don't hate them, even if I really dislike them. I'm too empathetic.
45. Do you use the word hello daily? I usually say that on the phone, but most other greetings I say something else.
46. What color is your car? Blue and dirty.
47. What size wedding ring do you wear? If you're asking what size ring I wear on my ring finger, I have no idea because I don't buy rings. If you're asking what size my wedding ring is, that's an odd question and I can't answer it until someone marries me.
48. Are you thinking about someone right now? Aren't I always?
49. Have you ever been to Six Flags? Out of left field, but yes, several times. I like it; low-key and fun. Haven't been in a while because I can't get anyone to go with me and I don't have the money.
50. How did you get your worst scar? I don't scar badly, but I was accidentally stabbed as a child (it wasn't much of anything), and for whatever reason that one is the most noticeable. And by that I mean that you can notice it if you stare at it closely and you'll assume it's a scar and not a trick of the light. All my other scars, I have to point out and explain. And I have them, lord knows, but they're stealth scars.

Talking About Sveta

Since I'll be seeing her soon, this seemed like a fortuitous coincidence, so since Jim sent me a brace of questions, I'm going to answer them now rather than waiting. They won't make me sad because she's not here, because I can look forward to her. And then when I let her read this, she'll hopefully like what she sees. See, sexy and smart.

"Besides the sexual attraction, what qualities do you love about Sveta? Also, other than sexual conversations, what do you and Sveta usually talk about when you're alone together?" - Jim

We'll address those questions in order, but with the frequent digressions everyone should expect of me. Believe me, when I first saw Sveta, it was pretty much pure physical. I didn't know her, I figured it was unrequited lust in any case, and the fact that she was pretty in a reserved and cute way and that she was definitely innocent and inexperienced... well, it made me want her just from a visceral standpoint. If I'd had a cock, it would have gotten hard.

Then, after I got to know her a little, but she was still with James and I was the teacher, I realized that all of the previous was still a really good reason to be attracted to her, but she also reminded me of myself a little. Not exactly; we don't share backgrounds, for instance, she being an only child of a fucked up family, me having siblings and a good family situation. But we're both intelligent overachievers (she's probably more of an overachiever than I am, and she'll undoubtedly make more of her life than I will, but I have no problem with that at all; in fact, I want her to do better than I do), we both like to read a lot, and we share some, but not all, of the same interests.

All of that didn't come out right away, of course. But I started noticing things which made me like her more as a person than a sex object. Then, when we started making love, the sex object part won out for a while because she really is sexy as hell. But then, when James fucked us over (her more than me, definitely, but still, I was involved) and we started hanging out, gradually the sexy was joined again by the fact that she really is a person I could see being friends with, if not for two things. 1) She's so much younger than I am, so chances are good that I wouldn't wind up friends with her because I tend to make friends who are older than I am, and (2) I could be friends with her except it's so much more fun to be more than that. Sveta, honey, I'm joking, when you read this.

We're both shy, neither of us party people, we enjoy staying home and being together, reading, talking, cuddling. She's shown a real adventurousness (outside of the bedroom, I mean) which makes me love her more; she's willing to try new things like food, movies, books, etc. She's better at doing that than I am about some things. She's still figuring herself out, and she hasn't become as set in her ways as I am in mine. She can talk intelligently, although she's less argumentative than I am (I maintain that's a product of her upbringing) and she's definitely quieter, even when she's completely comfortable with the situation.

She likes my family, even without the sexual stuff, which of course is a major point in her favor. We don't have the same tastes, but we like enough of the same things that it's okay. She likes teen comedies that I can't stand to watch, and I like geekier stuff that she's not interested in. She's less writing-oriented than I am; Sveta, honey, I'm sorry, but you've still got to work on your grammar. But she's had less experience than I have, so it'll happen in time. She likes biology, I like physics. She likes law, I like history. She likes politics, I want to scream. I like math and computers, she wants to scream. But still, she's a smart cookie.

I love her laugh. She doesn't laugh easily, but when she laughs, it's something else. Now I'm getting all sappy. Moving on.

What do we talk about? Well... we have to avoid pop culture, because I'm a hopeless fuddyduddy and I'm not up on the latest stuff. Sveta does fill me in on some things, but she knows I just don't care that much about celebrities and pop culture. We talk about books. We do talk about politics, even if it makes my brain hurt and want to kill people. Fortunately, she's a right-thinking girl who isn't a social conservative (I mean, it's pretty obvious she wouldn't be, right) so we don't disagree, she just likes politics more than I do.

We talk about music because while she does have some really poor teenaged taste, she also likes the classics. And she likes classical music too. Some day, I hope I'll get her to play something; supposedly she can play the piano, but she's too shy to attempt it. I know, I've seen her inside and out, I've done unspeakable things with this girl, and she won't play piano for me. It's okay; I haven't sung for her, or noodled on the guitar. We're both shy like that.

I try to talk to her about computer things, just to give her what I consider to be the basic knowledge one should have, but that makes her brain hurt, so I wind up just telling her what to do. I don't like to do that, but hey, education is obviously not in the cards.

We talk about books and movies. We tell jokes. I actually read funny things to her sometimes. I let her read things I've written (carefully selected things, because while I might be a little less anxious about my writing, I'm still really a wuss). I try to convince her to try out for a play. So far, she's always had good excuses. Wouldn't it be a hoot for both of us to be in a play together? Don't think about it too hard; your head will explode.

Recently, she tells me about her life and I listen, mostly. My life isn't much to report, most days, whereas she's in college, she's excited, she's doing new things. We do talk about my family and when things happen which are worth reporting, we talk about that stuff.

Basically, we have normal people conversations. Just punctuated by sex. The way it should be. If it weren't for the fact that it's hard to converse when one or both of you have a mouthful of something, we'd probably do what my Dad and I or Mike and I do and talk during sex. Well, Dad and I more than Mike and I, because Dad and I can fuck for long enough to make a conversation at length possible, plus we fuck more sedately sometimes. But still, it's a fine time to talk about things. I always enjoy it.

Anyway, thanks for the questions, Jim. The rest of you, questions that aren't boring generic trivia questions are always welcome. You can comment, or you can email, or you can stick your head out the window and shout, although I wouldn't recommend the last one because people will look at you weird.

TMI Filler

Again, from TMI, although a long time before this will actually be posted.

1. What is your underwear "style" of choce?

I like bikini briefs. Depending on how I'm feeling, they may get skimpier, but I like the way I look in bikinis, even fairly conservative ones. I own some other styles, but the predominance is bikini cut.

2. How old were you when you had your first sexual experience?

Old enough to know what I was doing, young enough to not say anything more specific.

3. What about a potential partner turns you on?

Lots of things. From a strictly shallow standpoint, there are many factors in the body of a potential partner which would make me interested. But "turn on" really means, to me "get moist." And that's much more an individual thing. I've been turned on by eye contact, by knowing that my partner was turned on by me, by the way he or she talks, even the way they play coy. Sveta turns me on with coyness. Dad turns me on with being my Daddy. Mike turns me on by touching me and whispering in my ear. Sheri turns me on by suggesting outrageous things. I can get turned on by many different things. I'm not a one-trick pony.

4. Have you ever played a game which may require you or others to disrobe?

Who hasn't? I've played strip poker, strip chess (take off clothes when you lose a piece higher than a pawn), strip checkers, strip twister, strip monopoly, drinking games with stripping... yeah, I've played strip almost anything you can think of. The only reason I don't play strip games more often is that when I'm home, there's usually not much to strip out of.

5. Given or received finger scratch marks during sexual activity?

By accident, sure. On purpose, not my bag.

Bonus: How many times is the most you have ever had sex in a 24 hour period?

Tough to say. For one thing, what constitutes one time? An orgasm on both parts? What if there are more than two people? Seriously, I'm asking, how do you define one instance of having sex? I'm not trying to cop out here, but I can't really count if I don't know how.

Back when Mike and I were young and up for all the time, plus Sheri and Mari were there, plus Dad, plus I might have been seeing someone else, I might have gotten sex from all of them in one 24 hour period. But then one considers group sex, during which I've had more partners than that, but which seemed like one long instance of sex. Or how about lesbian sex which just sort of keeps going for as long as you feel like, no matter that each of you have had multiple orgasms. I guess what I'm saying is that this is a silly question. Partners you can count, orgasms you can try to count, but "times?"

Please send me questions if you have them, because answering these generics winds up not making anyone happy.

Spendy Spenderson

So I have pretty much no money. At all. Certainly not enough money to be living it up like an Enron exec on a junket. I'm not complaining (well, not much); there's a very good reason for my not having any money, and that's because (a) I still can't find a damn job that pays more than peanuts that will hire me and (b) I keep spending money like I'm a fucking Enron exec on a junket who is allergic to money.

And I'm spending it doing things I don't even necessarily want to do in the most narrow definition of the word. I'm not spending it on books, I'm not spending it on gas to drive up and visit Sveta, I'm spending it because people invite me to bars. And I don't like bars.

I do like these people though, and I'm trying to keep my face in the memory of a few people for when I need to go back with my tail between my legs and work at the theater again. And since I'd already done that once and it wound up keeping my face in people's memories in the wrong way, and this was a larger, more coeducational group, I used it as motivation to finish some writing (which I really need to get back to; you guys are keeping me from it because I'm a terrible procrastinatrix) and then when that was done, met them at this bar. Fortunately, there was no karaoke, because if there had been, I would have turned around and gone home.

And I usually can be in a bar without spending a million billion dollars on drinks. I might order one drink and nurse it. Hell, sometimes I order lemonade, if I've got to drive. That gets me some weird looks, but I tip well and I'm a cute girl, which helps. From a strictly impartial standpoint, I imagine that my presence in the bar increases business. A bar would much rather have a cute girl than a drunk guy. If I were a drunk girl, that might be better, but I don't know. But then I don't own a bar, so maybe I'm totally wrong.

At any rate, we watched a football game (I don't give a damn about football, but I'll watch it, I don't care) and talked. I think I've essentially promised that if I can't find a better job in a few weeks, I'm going to go back to the theater while I keep looking, because I do miss some of it and I miss some of them and yeah, it'll keep me from moping around the house all day. But I bought several drinks because there was drinking involved and I don't like to be the only sober one. I generally am the most sober of the group, but being sober with drunks bores the ever-living shit out of me, so I make poor decisions based on peer pressure. Yes, I'll call a spade a spade.

I wish to stress that I was not drunk, merely tipsy, which in no way excuses my lack of judgment. I'm stressing this to punish myself, not to make everyone think better of me. Think worse of me. I was tired, very tired, didn't sleep well, and I was tipsy, but I was fully in possession of my faculties.

Rick was there, the guy who I didn't sleep with before but who saw me getting busy with another guy and, yeah, read the previous post. It was a bit awkward on my part, but it turns out that he has very little recollection of the evening and feels pretty much as stupid as I did about the whole thing. Theatre people are nice that way; we do tend to do the fling thing, so when you wind up sleeping with someone, it's not anywhere near as big a deal. That's one thing I love about the crowd. There's plenty of drama many times, but it doesn't lower your estimation of someone. No one thinks I'm a slutbag for hooking up with a guy.

I got bored with football and got to talking to the bartender instead. Flirting with the bartender, I should probably say. Again, I'm shy, but get me into a one-on-one and I'm like a different person. Which is why I don't like big groups, but I do like small gatherings. Unless the big group is an orgy, in which case I'm all about that shit, but that's hardly news now, is it?

Anyway, the bartender came to the area from the West Coast a few years ago, we'll call him Duncan because that name gets a lot of bad press and I want to reverse that trend, but now everyone's thinking of cookies or donuts (or, if you're a dweeb like me, Shakespeare's Scottish play), but you know what, the hell with those associations, because it's a good name, and it's decently close to the bartender's real name and it suits him. So there. Anyway, short, powerful build but a little on the soft side, longer hair, not shoulder-length but over his ears, reddish-brown (which looked redder in the light of the bar, but was still a nice color), pale like me, and really soft-spoken for a bartender. But he wasn't shy, just kind of soft. Maybe it's a West-Coast guy thing. I don't know.

We started talking about soccer, if you can believe that. I was saying that I actually had begun to enjoy televised soccer on the Spanish language channel, and how I liked it more than football, and he was agreeing. He told me about the West Coast, laughed when I said the idea of the sun setting over the ocean freaked me out a little for no good reason, agreed that there were a lot of flaky people in LA, but that there was a difference between flaky and the West Coast vibe, which is different than other places but doesn't mean one is stupid. He's not from LA, so he has horror stories.

Anyway, eventually he told me that he got off work at 6 and did I want to hang out after that. I said I should spend some time with these people, but when he got off work, I'd be definitely okay to hang out. Really, I was enjoying having a conversation with a human being in person. I haven't had that recently. Most of my social circle was through work.

Well, I went back to my group, talked some more with people who weren't as interested in football, then people were going out to eat and things were breaking up, so I begged off eating but said I would definitely do the next gig. Which means that I guess I'm back doing what I don't want to do. But it'll keep me busy. I've got to find another job, a steady job.

Yeah, anyway, waited around until Duncan finished his shift, then we went to a sandwich place (hooray, money-spending ahoy) because I was actually starving and he was hungry after work too. Then he asked if I wanted to go back to his apartment and catch some true football (meaning soccer) on cable. Innocent enough, right? I didn't honestly think he was offering anything more than that, and I wasn't laying on the hints particularly thickly or anything. Plus, I wasn't totally sure about my ability to drive (I did drive to the bar, out of my town, so it was doubly stupid of me to drink multiple drinks). It seemed like a perfect way to finish becoming as sober as I like to be before I drive. Don't drink and drive, kids. It's bad. I'm not just saying that.

Duncan has a decent apartment, nice TV, couch, that whole bit. And he has a cable package with about a million sports channels on it, one of which shows nothing but soccer. Two English teams were playing, but I'd have to look up who they were because I know English football teams like I know hockey. We sat on the couch, watched about five minutes of soccer, and then he reached over, ran his hand through my hair, and kissed me.

Honestly, I give him full credit for confidence. It was the least awkward pass I think I've ever had made at me. It seemed perfectly natural to go from full stop to making out, no hesitation, smooth operator. You may say that I'm somewhat of a biased test subject for this particular study, and you'd be right, but still, he was totally confident. I didn't expect it from him, honestly. He didn't seem like a player. But he made the move, and it was like he didn't expect any reaction other than the one he got, which was to kiss him back and then wind up in his lap. It was actually kind of funny because he was much shorter than me. Not ridiculous, but a few inches difference, which when I was sitting on his lap did seem like more than it was.

"You want to go into the bedroom, or just say here?" Total confidence. I can get into that in a guy sometimes. It flips a switch in my brain which makes me play into that, get quite submissive. The crazy thing is that I know what I'm doing, consciously I know that I'm playing a part. I knew he wanted me to be the unconfident one, the inexperienced one, and even though I didn't make a change consciously, I knew I was doing it. It's a bit like an out-of-body experience. I get the feeling that I'm watching myself sometimes. Not just in situations like this either. Drinking helps though.

"Wherever you want." See. Submissive. Not in the fetish sense, but in the sense of being the passenger of the car. Or something.

We wound up in the bedroom (for which my rational mind was very grateful, because making out on his couch would have been uncomfortable and these days, I don't need that). I let him undress me, pulling my blouse over my head, then slipping my bra off and enjoying my tits while I lay back and felt sexy and... I don't know, submissive I guess. Then he pulled off his shirt, moved back up and kissed me, then lay back and pulled his pants and boxers off in one stroke.

His body was nothing to write home about, not ripped or anything, but under the soft layer was a hard layer, and I think he had serious muscle, just not necessarily show-off muscle. He felt powerful, anyway. His cock was only a little inflated, but he was a shower, not a grower; it got harder while I sucked it, but it didn't get much bigger, just a bit wider. Not that it was tiny. Respectable. Easy to suck, but even though it didn't exactly poke into my stomach, the girth made it more challenging to deep throat. Still, I was totally sober by this point and I had no issue with gag reflex. He liked that, even though it might have been a little out of character for an inexperienced girl, the part I was unconsciously playing.

He didn't go off in my mouth, just got stiff and then stopped me, reached over to his bedside table, pulled out a roll of condoms. He really didn't look like a player to begin with, but he had enough condoms to stock a small army. He must get laid on a regular basis. No problem. I'm not proud. He slipped on a condom with experienced fingers, kicked his pants the rest of the way off, then told me to get on my hands and knees.

Once I was there, he pushed my skirt up, then stroked my cunt through the cotton of my panties, getting them wet, then pulled them down to my knees, ran his finger up and down my slit a few times, then pressed it into me. He had stubby fingers which felt like a cock, and I was gasping after two, begging him not to do anything more, just to fuck me, please.

He got behind me and I felt his cock spread my lips and press into my pussy, spreading me nicely, making my muscles work to hold him. I've said it before, I'll say it again, I love the feeling of penetration, that first time a cock slips into me. I came, he started thrusting, and I was in some sluttier version of heaven where you're fucked all the time. Cloud 69? Whatever.

He was very complimentary, didn't do the abusive talk at all, perfectly genteel about the whole thing, which made me enjoy it in a different way than I would if he were calling me a slut. Since I'm currently at a state where I don't know if I want to be called a slut at the drop of a hat, it was great to be fucked expertly and nicely. We even talked, a little, while he was fucking me; he said he'd thought I was a girl who enjoyed sex from the look of me, but not that I was like this. I said, "I'm shy until you get to know me," which is true. He laughed and said he wished all shy girls were as sexy as I was.

I won't lie; it was a good fuck. I came three times, once at the beginning, once in the middle, and then a long, drawn-out one once we switched to missionary, which made him cum inside me as I was finishing up my climax. We kissed some more, he rolled off me (which felt nice, even though I had enjoyed him there, because he was really making my hips hurt with his weight; I think sitting on bar stools ruins my back and hips for days), chucked the condom, then laughed when I moved over and licked the cum off him. "You really aren't what you seem," he said. "Were you propositioning me and I just didn't notice?"

"I'm really not like that most of the time; I don't pick up bartenders," I said, lying back. Which is true; I don't think I've ever slept with a bartender (at least, not one I knew was a bartender) let alone picked one up in a bar.

"Well, you're a really good lay," he said. I am not tooting my own horn, merely reporting the facts (okay, maybe I'm doing a bit of ego stroking, just because it makes me feel nice for once). "Really good. I would swear you were nearly a virgin, except you're too good for that. The bj, eating cum, the way your pussy feels..."

"Stop it," I said, blushing.

"Most girls I pick up at the bar are either total skanks or what I thought you were."

"Do you pick up a lot of girls at the bar?"

"Sorry, I shouldn't have said that..."

I laughed now. "I don't care. You're good at picking people up. I never had a moment's hesitation."

He grinned. "I'm unlucky if I can't get at least one girl to come home with me a week. Sometimes the owner gets pissed because I give out too many free drinks to hot chicks."

"I could have been getting free drinks? Why didn't someone tell me?" He laughed at that. "Only one a week?"

"Well, that's a bad week."

"My hat's off to you." This guy really was fun to hang out with, I just want to say that again. I would have considered it a good night if we had just gone back to his place, watched soccer, and then I'd left.

He got up and went to use the bathroom. I pulled off my skirt, which I was still wearing, and gathered my clothes into a pile so I could find them later and not wind up losing my panties. When he came back, he found me lying on his bed naked, stroking my pussy. Yes, now I was inviting further action. Once I'm in, I lose shyness completely. Sex is my comfort zone. I'm not shy about it.

He lay next to me, we kissed, I moved my kisses down his body to his cock and sucked him again, tasting a bit of urine which didn't hurt things at all. I even got into it and sucked his balls a little, although that's not something I do often, not with a guy with as much body hair as Duncan had. Honestly, I don't know why, but I wasn't feeling guilty about it. It wasn't sordid. Really, in hindsight, the only thing I feel guilty about was spending money I don't have and not joining the group for food, because they're good people and once out of the bar and away from the TV, the conversation would have been much more interesting. I like shop talk. But I don't feel that guilty about that. The money, I feel bad about.

Duncan was even complimenting me on giving head while I was doing it. I asked if he wanted to return the favor, and we did a bit of Planet 69, which is definitely not something I do every day. He was middle-of-the-pack in his oral: not good enough that I think he does it with every girl he picks up (probably his MO is more fingering, or maybe they're just drunker than I was) but good enough to get my motor running to the point where I actually had a very small O that I exaggerated slightly because I liked him and wanted him to feel as good about things as I did.

Then, bad hips and all, I got another condom on him and then rode his cock until I really couldn't take any more bouncing, at which point we spooned for a bit because I was really incapable of having thrusting pressing my legs apart or being on my knees. I came, a long, slow orgasm which he might not have even noticed, not after the beginning. I don't know how to describe it; it's not a multiple, it might not be, strictly speaking, an orgasm, but I feel these waves of pleasure which ride up my backbone, no muscle tension, just like my clit is being held under a slow vibration. Something like that. It's fun for me, maybe not for him, but he liked fucking me, so whatever.

Finally he was getting anxious and not getting enough, so we rolled until he was on top of me from behind, and he started fucking me in that position which is another one I don't get often. It wasn't as enjoyable for me because I didn't feel much depth, but still, it was nice. He pulled out and rolled me over without asking, stripped the condom off, and stroked himself a few times before splattering my tongue with jizz. Much better not to waste it, so while I love a creampie, it doesn't count in a condom.

I was tempted to stay the night, and I think he was slightly tempted to ask me, but in the end I was really tired all of a sudden and I just wanted to go home. But I said I would definitely see him again if he wanted, and we traded numbers. Who knows? I'm not going to date him, but I'd hang out with him again, and I'm definitely open to adding him to my options for fuckbuddies. Hell, when Sveta's back in town, since Perry is being so weird, maybe we'll go with Duncan instead. I'm not adding him to my speed dial or anything, but it was a nice experience.

I told Sveta about it and I have the best girlfriend ever, because her response was, "I wish I had been there; we could have shared him." Have I mentioned that I love that girl? I told her that if she wanted, she should come down and I'd make a date for all three of us. She giggled. He'd like her; she does innocent really well. The combination of the two of us must be like fucking two schoolgirls. Okay, enough ego, back, back to the pit from whence you came.

Anyway, it was a good, but expensive, experience. Except my hips and neck are still killing me from those stupid bar stools. I had a hard time with Dad this morning. It was distracting me from the pleasure, and now it's hard to sit in this stupid chair. Damn bars. Hooray for bartenders, but damn bars.

But this weekend, the parents and I are going up to visit Sveta in college! Yay! More bulletins as events warrant.

Stolen Questions

Brazenly stolen from Kara and Jess, who in turn got it from someone else.

1. What is the color of your toothbrush? Pink and white, not by choice.
2. Name one person who made you smile today. Sveta (boring answer).
3. What were you doing at 8 am this morning? This.
4. What were you doing 45 minutes ago? Looking at job postings.
5. What is your favorite candy bar? A big hunk of good dark chocolate.
6. Have you ever been to a strip club? Yeah, blah.
7. What is the last thing you said aloud? I hate my life. I say that a lot when I'm tired and suffering from insomnia.
8. What is your favorite ice cream? How to choose? Chocolate, but it's got to be good ice cream.
9. What was the last thing you had to drink? OJ baby.
10. Do you like your wallet? I don't know, do you like your front door?
11. What was the last thing you ate? Cheese melted on bread.
12. Have you bought any new clothing items this week? I haven't bought new clothing in months, I don't think.
13. The last sporting event you watched? Spanish-language soccer. GOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAALLLLLLLL!
14. What is your favorite flavor of popcorn? Popcorn-not-being-eaten-by-me flavor.
15. Who is the last person you sent a text message to? Samuel Morse. It's, I say, it's a joke there son. Nice boy but dumb as a box of rocks.
16. Ever go camping? Not if I can help it.
17. Do you take vitamins daily? No. I should, but I'm bad about remembering daily habits.
18. Do you go to church every Sunday? If my body is a temple, then I'm a devout worshipper at my own altar every day. Yes, that's a double entendre, not a sign of my ego.
19. Do you have a tan? No, do you have change for a twenty?
20. Do you prefer Chinese food over pizza? Yes. If that makes me un-American, I don't want to be part of your stinking pizza-ocracy anyway. I like pizza, but at the end of the day there's really not that many different kinds of pizza, whereas there are thousands of different Chinese dishes. I could eat Chinese every day without getting bored with it. The same I cannot say for pizza.
21. Do you drink your soda with a straw? I don't drink my soda at all if I can help it.
22. What did your last text message say? "What hath God wrought." Look it up.
23. What are you doing tomorrow? Same shit I've been doing every day for what seems like forever.
24. Favorite color? To wear, black, not because I'm making pretenses at being part of a scene I don't deserve, but because it goes with everything and doesn't show stains. But I don't want everything to be black. I'm not the Rolling Stones.
25. Look to your left; what do you see? A red door and I want it painted black. Couldn't resist. A bookshelf. There are a lot of them around.

Sexy Redheads

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