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TMI Year-End Wrap-Up

Because this is topical (although I have one in the pipe which is Christmas-topical, so I can't care that much) I'm doing the TMI today, and next week we'll have a bit more of a wait for the next one. As always, from TMI. Still waiting on people to ask me some damn questions.

1. On a scale of 1-10, how good was your 2009?

Personally, pretty decent. Professionally, ass-bad. Monetarily, probably the same as everyone else. I also am never happy with things, so I'm going to low-ball the number in any case. I'll average out all the factors with my advanced factor-averaging machine (i.e. I will throw out a number essentially from my ass) and say that the year was a 6.5, possibly a 7. Sveta's around, which ups that number, as does Mike's presence. Once they have to go back to their respective things, I'll probably feel less good about the whole thing, but that will be after New Year's, so hey, I'll take the 7 now. I would have to say that the state of the world in general is much lower than a 7, and that averages into my calculations somewhat. Still, right now, I'm feeling charitable. Hindsight is rose-colored.

2. What are your favorite/naughtiest/sexiest/most fun 2009 memories?

Part of the problem I have with year-end reckoning is that I have a very poor sense of what happened in what year. I'm probably forgetting that things happened during this year, or thinking that other things happened this year that actually happened last year, ad nauseum. But many good memories of Sveta, certainly. Her first time with Dad is definitely going to stick in my memory. Her first creampie. All the wonderful moments we've shared, sexually certainly, but also all the fun we've had non-sexually, that I don't talk about as much but is definitely a part of our relationship.

I'll also remember some nice people I've met online, and I'm not just saying that. They know who they are, and if I haven't heard from them in a while, this is an invitation to drop me a line, even if they're in hiding. We've had some fun conversations, and I've read some fun blogs, and even though I don't really deserve it, I'd say that the community has opened its arms to me, in a way.

And I'll remember some interesting sex I've had, and will hopefully continue to have. I won't catalogue it here because I've already spoken about it at length elsewhere, but in terms of naughty memories, I've got quite a few.

3. What’s the one thing you thought you would never do, but did in 2009?

Honestly, I never thought the whole Sveta situation would wind up like it has. It still boggles my mind a little. She's such a great girl and I'm incredibly lucky to know her (I won't say have her, because we have each other and it wouldn't be very classy to say, "we're so lucky to have each other." I think she could do better than me). But I've got to stop being quite so sappy about it. You all know how I feel. So does she. And I don't need to prove it to her on a silly blog.

4. What do you want to change in 2010?

I've got to get steady work. I'm still working gigs. I want to work out how I can see Sveta more often, and for that I need some money coming in regularly. And I want to make it possible for her to have some fun, maybe take her somewhere for a vacation or something, just the two of us, so we could be by ourselves and get to be a couple. I'm not trying to pull her closer; when I say "couple" I mean "couple who picks up other people." Just by ourselves, out from the shadow of my family and hers. I'm not saying I want to elope, I just want her to be able to be comfortable and not pressured by anything.

Other than that, there are things I'd like to change, but I'm not that into New Year's resolutions. If they happen, so much the better. If not, I won't be surprised.

5. What is your all-time favorite gift (whether given or received by you)?

For thoughtfulness, I can't say because it's private. You'll just have to know who you are and know that I love you. In terms of enjoyment, the gangbang my sisters got me for my birthday once has to top my list. I've talked about that elsewhere too.

Bonus (as in optional): On special holidays- like birthdays, anniversaries, ringing in the New Year -are you more inclined to do a sex act that you wouldn't "normally" do? (things like fellatio/cunnilingus, anal sex, strap-ons/toys, videoing yourself/pictures, menage-a-trois/quatres, etc.)

Holidays sometimes make it more probable that I'll wind up at a party, and parties sometimes lead to things which I don't ordinarily do, but mostly because I ordinarily don't have the opportunity. So if holidays lead to things I don't ordinarily do, it's only because they provide the means to do those things. I don't feel any "freer" on a holiday. It's not like, if I'm not at a New Year's party, I feel the impulse to do things I could only do at a New Year's party. It's complicated, and there's no one cause or one effect.

Also, there aren't many things that I will do that I don't want to do. Ordinarily, I don't get the chance to do some things, but that doesn't mean I wouldn't jump at the chance when it comes up. And the holidays are when some of those chances come up, because I'm more likely to allow myself to get dragged to parties, for instance, or the family is all gathered together.

New Year's Plans

Just a short, "woohoo!" Kate invited me to a New Year's thing at her house, and I was all set to not go because I was going to stay home to be with the family, but she said I could bring people and she doesn't know Mike or Sveta... So I talked to Sveta about it, and she said she was fine with going to a party with people who've fucked me. I mean, she knows all about them from the blog and me talking about them. And I think she wants to go to a New Year's party. So I'm taking her.

And then I talked to Mike who said he didn't have any other plans, and why didn't he tag along? I'm not sure whether we're going to admit that we're related and just stay clear of anything risky, or whether we're going to pretend that we aren't and perhaps get into fun stuff. I know that with Sveta there I won't exactly be hurting for company, and I don't know who will be there so we'll make the call at some point, I guess. I'm leaning toward being up-front; it's not like Mike and I haven't been to parties where we didn't wind up making out. In all likelihood he'll have plenty to do.

I said to Kate that I would let her know today, and I think I'm going to wind up saying yes. My parents won't mind; they don't do parties and their idea of a wild New Year's Eve is drinking sparkling cider and watching fireworks on TV. Not that I don't love them, but I can go for a bit more excitement if asked by the right people. I don't know what kind of party it will be; it might just be a party with a bunch of people, some of whom I'll probably know, where drinks are had, talking is done, blah blah blah. If I'm allowed to bring guests, I assume it's not just an excuse to get me over there to have another threesome with Kate and Roger.

Anyway, that's what I hope to be doing New Year's Eve. More exciting than usual. Kate and Roger are decent company, even without the sex, and I bet they'll invite some theatre folk too. So yeah, I think I'm going to go for it. Sveta deserves a night out. And best of all, it won't cost me anything (I am a massive whore, but I'm poor damn it, and if I want to show my sweetie a good time I have to improvise, which, sorry sweetie, happens a lot and I feel terrible about, even though she says repeatedly that she doesn't care).

More For Me

As was hinted at last time (or perhaps a few times ago, I don't remember), since Mike and Dad were both there and Sveta was there and it was Christmas, she finally got to partake of the heady joys of having two guys. Specifically, she was inducted into the Society of the Great Orificular Dyad (Journeywoman Grade, for reasons which shall become apparent later on). Less augustly, Mike and Dad filled both her cunt and asshole with hot beef log.

I won't pretend to be Dr. Ruth, full of advice for the novice in sexual congress, but I did suggest that, as Dad is bigger and it's less awkward, that they try it the first time with Sveta on Dad, and Mike behind Sveta. For the sake of Dad's old bones (his words, not mine) we adjourned to the master bedroom, took off remaining articles of clothing, and then Dad and Mike got to sit back and enjoy as I worked on Sveta, perhaps more amorously than was strictly necessary, to make sure she was dripping with lube (and just dripping too, but that was a secondary side effect, wink wink).

My Dad is one of those guys who doesn't enjoy watching two hot girls as much as he enjoys participating, but Mike is definitely more of a voyeur, probably from his years living in a house filled with hot girls who were often more interested in each other than in him. Poor baby, you're all saying, and you'd be right. But whatever. I was set to continue "lubing" until I got an orgasm out of Sveta, but Dad told me to get on with it (lovingly, as always, if just a bit impatiently). He lay down on the bed beside us and started kissing Sveta, and after a few kisses, she shooed me away and started working on him in earnest. She rolled onto him, then lay on his chest not in any position to fuck, just kissing him and pressing against him, while I doggedly kept being a tease and worked just a little more lube into her ass and then onto his cock, because why not.

Finally she shifted back and slid down his body until her pussy was over his cock, and then made little insisting noises until I guided him into her. When I looked up, Mike was standing there with a shit-eating grin on his face, stroking his cock which was rock hard, and he said, "Let's let them get started a bit first. Open wide."

It took me back to my youth, when Mike used to ambush me and give me a cumshot with just those words, "Open wide." Of course, sometimes he'd say, "Bend over," or something similar, and I'd know he wanted to cum in someplace other than my mouth. But today, I slipped down to my knees, hearing the slow, rhythmic thrusting on the bed combined with a few short breaths from Sveta, opened my mouth, and Mike strained a few times and then shot several streams of cum, mostly onto my tongue but a few shots on my lips and chin.

"The two of you are just about as hot as it can get," he said with a sigh and a smile as I licked my lips. "And we know the old man won't go off in a hurry, so I had to warm up first if I'm going to have any chance of seeing this through."

"You just wanted to make me get on my knees," I said with a grin, then went to work sucking his cock back to life. I heard, rather than saw, things getting a bit more energetic on the bed.

"Are you two going to join in, or is Sveta going to have to make do with just the old man," said Dad, sounding a little winded.

Mike's cock was hard again (he's got stamina in some ways, Dad in others, it's an ideal combination platter) and I grabbed the lube and we went over to the bed. Sveta was up on her hands now, rocking that cute little tushie of hers up and down while Dad stroked her breasts, kneading at the nipples, making her giggle and gasp. She looked, from my experience, like she was close to cumming too. He looked like he wished he could be on top and moving a bit faster, but whatever.

I lubed Mike's cock up some, let him lube some more, while I dribbled a bit more lube on Sveta's backside, which was already spread quite wide. Just in case the old lube had worn off. And if I happened to play with a few things, what's the harm, right? God, I was on a hair-trigger at that point. If I had been diddling, I would have cum hard right then. I could feel it building every time my muscles moved.

Finally Mike swatted me out of the way, put his hand on the small of Sveta's back, and got into position. "You look a little tense, honey," said Dad.

"I'll be gentle," said Mike. He knew how she was in the ass, how he needed to be a little gentle even when it was just him.

She grinned sheepishly. "You guys are so good," she said. "I'm just nervous, that's all."

"Don't be," I said, sitting next to her and putting my hand on her hip, which was the only place her skin was free to be touched at that point. "If you don't want to do it..."

"No, I want to try." So Mike started pressing his cock against her anal ring, and when he popped in, she gasped, "Oh God, that's a lot."

"You want to stop, take a break?" asked Dad. Mike just kept working slowly into her ass.

"Wow, you like this?" she said breathlessly. "I mean... I guess I can... wow." Or words to that effect. She wasn't the most coherent at that point.

"Mike, stop," I said. "Baby, if you don't like it, we should stop."

Mike pulled out and waited. "It's a lot," she said with a sigh. "I like anal, I do, and I love it in my pussy, but together..."

"You want to stop," I said, with a certain finality.

Then she started crying, saying no, she didn't, she wanted to do it, to make people happy, and so on, and it got kind of emotional because she's still trying to please people and isn't used to the idea that Dad and Mike want her to be happy and would be perfectly happy to stop right then. Needless to say, that brought the mood of the room down a bit. There was hugging and kissing and comforting, and then she finally said that no, she didn't think she wanted to keep going with the DP. At that point, it was sort of a foregone conclusion.

But she did want to try to get fucked in the pussy and then in the ass, just not at the same time. Dad, of course, was still hard, and when she suggested than he get behind her and then when he was finished, Mike could take his place, he gave her a kiss, helped her into position, and started thrusting in and out while I revived Mike's cock, which hand become somewhat deflated with the sexual longueur. It was the first time I'd sucked a cock that had been in someone else's ass that I can recall for a long time, but it was okay because she's my sweetie and I don't care. Not that I'm inviting her to take a shit in my mouth or anything, but like I've said before, I've broken down some barriers with her.

Dad took long enough to cum that I was worried I would make Mike cum again, but finally Dad flipped Sveta over, said he didn't want to cum in her without being able to kiss her too, and did just that, pressing in, cumming inside her, and kissing her with his big strong arms wrapped around her. Then, despite my assurances that she didn't need to do it, she really wanted Mike to fuck her ass, so she just shifted to the edge of the bed, pulled her legs back, and Mike pressed into her asshole that way. It was nice because I got to see a perspective on assfucking that I don't always get, and I eventually bent over and started licking her pussy, tasting cum and sweat and sex, until Mike gripped her hips and fired his cum into her colon.

Dad gave her a kiss and said he thought she was a smart girl for not wanting to get involved in DP, a comment about me I'm sure. I know he doesn't really mean it, but still, he's never quite understood Sheri's and my predilections in this regard. Then the two guys left me to tidy up. Sveta and I had a talk and cuddled, and the long and the short of it is that, while at some point in the future she might want to try again, for now she's perfectly happy without DP. Since that means more for me (as if there was some finite DP supply that I tap) I'm perfectly okay with it. She's still very new to all this, and it's probably overwhelming. It'll happen when it does, or it won't. That she enjoys anal is definitely more than some people, and suggests to me that some day she'll go for DP too, but not now.

And then we skipped dinner and made each other cum. Mom and Dad had a big wet spot on their sheets that evening. Then we went and had dinner, because everyone knew what was up and assumed that Sveta was having emotional difficulties, when in fact we were just making love. She hasn't been awkward with either Dad or Mike since, so hopefully that won't be a problem. Lord knows she and Mike had gone at it like rabbits since.

[EDIT] I just wanted to make it clearer that, while Sveta may not be as into DP as I am, she has been a trooper, thrown into the deep end with this family and just kept swimming after us, always ready to please, to make me and the rest of us happy, and I love her to bits. She has every right to get emotional, and if I didn't make that perfectly plain, I'm doing so now. And no, I'm not writing this because she read this post and was insulted. I just was thinking about it and I don't want it to seem like she's somehow less of a trooper because she couldn't handle DP (with two cocks that aren't exactly microscopic) first time out of the gate. I didn't launch right into DP either. And if she doesn't like it, even when she's ready to try it again, she's still amazing, and I'm incredibly lucky to have her. That goes for everyone else too, but Sveta in particular this time.

But of that, more later. Right now, I'm wound up and hoping she shows up soon, because she's going to be here overnight for the first time since she's been home. I guess her parents no longer need her at the house or something. I can't wait to sleep next to my sweetie again.

TMI Filler

Seriously, someone ask me some questions. This generic stuff, while illuminating when compared to other people's answers, is still pretty generic. From TMI, as always.

1. What are your thoughts on Polyamorous Relationships?

Human nature being what it is, it may not be for everyone, but I don't think I can be any other way. Actually, I'll go one further; I can love multiple people, and I also think that, beyond the bounds of the love relationship, I can fuck people. It should be honest and something that all members of the love relationship are okay with, and obviously it cuts both ways so people I love are allowed to fuck other people. It's complicated, but I guess I don't equate sex with love, nor do I think one presupposes the other. So while I think you shouldn't be indiscriminate with your love, you can love multiple people and that's not cheating on any of them as long as they all understand how it works. Or something like that. Yeah, it is complicated which is why the question continues to be a difficult one for most people.

2. What is on your list of relationship "deal breakers"?

If you don't like my family (and you don't have to want to fuck them, but if you don't like my family) then it won't work. I might still have sex with someone like that, but it won't be anything more than sex. If you're cruel to animals, you're done. I can't abide animal cruelty (yes, PETA is calling me a hypocrite for eating meat, but PETA thinks everyone is evil).

Communication pretty much encompasses the rest of the problems a relationship might have; if there's not at least an honest attempt at communication, it's not going to work. Not that I'm necessarily the greatest communicator, nor that you must be an open book. But your basic, normal communication is key. And if I don't respect you as a person, which is a difficult thing to quantify and is also somewhat hypocritical because I often don't respect myself, but if I really don't respect you on a moral level, say. Yes, I have morals. Plenty of them, in fact.

And of course, if I don't really like you. Yeah, that's the obvious one, but I've gotten into relationships by accident with people I didn't really like. Not so much any more, but when I was younger and people managed to talk their way into a relationship after I fucked them, because I don't have the same ideas about personal relationships that some people do. Sex doesn't really mean shit to me in terms of commitment. I'm not saying I'm easy, I'm just saying that fucking someone is a good time, not a prelude to marriage.

3. How long did it take you you to find the type "you are into" and/or accept it?

I'm not sure I have a "type." I sometimes enjoy the sexual explorer, but I also get off on innocence. I'm picky I guess, but not in any one way. Things just have to be right, I guess. Either that, or my answer to this question is, "I haven't yet."

4. What is your view on full disclosure about past relationships? (Lies of omission not lies of commission)

I don't think you should have to make sure you tell your partner every single thing. If something's important or likely to be trouble, then that should be said, but if there's something which slips your mind or wasn't a big deal, then I don't care if you don't tell me and then one day it comes up. I can't make a complete catalogue of my sexual experiences even with someone who knows everything about my sex life. There are things to be proactive and up-front about, and then there are things which might get lost in the shuffle and that's fine. And then there are a few things which one should talk about, but which one doesn't, and if there are good reasons for that, I'm very forgiving. I'm not talking about having cheated on me, I'm talking about the stuff which is too painful to talk about. Obviously, eventually it should come out, but I don't hold it against people for having some things which are too private for anyone. I have a few myself.

5. Have you ever been in a situation where you were not comfortable complying with the adventurous request of a lover?

Sheri's sprung some things on me which I wasn't totally okay with, but I went along with it because that's what she does. I've told her no a few times too. Other than that, I've probably mentioned things like the condiment guy and several guys who have been interested in scat. But I'm willing to try a lot of things, and I usually don't hold it against someone if they mention something I'm not into and then say, "Okay, no problem," when I tell them I'm not into it. Even if they try to convince me about some things. But if it becomes a big deal, then it's a problem, because there are some things I'm not going to do no matter how hard you try to convince me, and at a certain point it starts getting annoying.

Christmas Presents 2

I don't know who was looking forward to it more, Dad or Sveta. I mean, I was looking forward to it, but not in the same way. And Dad's done it before, so while he gets to be number one again for another girl, it's not his first time. But for Sveta, it was like virginity all over again. And at Christmas.

In case I'm being too oblique (and Lord knows I'm trying) I'm talking 'bout cream. Inside of certain orifices, specifically. Back after Thanksgiving when we first got Sveta on the pill, I did wonder if Dad actually would get to be the first, because I figured she'd get back to college, able to do it, and some handsome young man would sweep her off her feet and convince her. But she was too busy with working to even think about sex, or so she says. Plus her roommate situation makes even thinking about it difficult.

But once she got home after exams, I knew that the first time she came over, Dad was going to paint her foyer. I knew this because he was saving it up. He wouldn't let me tempt him at all for a few days before hand, and for all I know he was blueballing himself to increase the tension. I won't be jealous because while the first time I had him cum inside me, I don't think he went to quite those lengths, he's done cum-fasts in the past in order to give some special lady a special load, and I've been the happy recipient on a number of occasions, so I can tell you that they work. He cums buckets if he works up to it, and he's not exactly Captain Two-Spurt normally, so that should tell you something. Quality, not quantity, is definitely my father's motto.

For the week preceding her arrival, Sveta talked about how she was looking forward to getting her first creampie. A lot. Like Christmas existed for the sole purpose of getting her creamed. She wanted me to tell her all about it, how it felt, over and over again. She wanted to know if he was likely to spring her right as she came through the door, or if there was some kind of ceremony. I told her he'd probably let her get through the door, but to the best of my knowledge we didn't have any secret ritual planned, just some light chanting and a few sacrificed goats.

The day after she got home, she finally made it to the house. She'd wanted to come over the night she got in, but couldn't. Still, she was over bright and early on the following day, bundled up against the cold which only served to make her look cuter. Her face is terribly cute, and you'll just have to take my word on that because you'll never get to see it. I could be happy just looking at her face, cheeks rosy from the cold, eyes glistening from the wind. If I'd had the ability, I would have jumped her and been her first creampie right there in the doorway. But the neighbors might have been a little curious. And damn it, I haven't yet mastered the seventh level of the mystical arts, so I can't manifest my spirit phallus yet, let alone ejaculate, which only happens when you hit eighth level. Wow, I live in a Japanese video game, don't I?

Getting back to the matter at hand, Dad wasn't there because he had to work. So I got to have the fun of unwrapping my package, taking her upstairs, warming her up, then snuggling for a while making pillow talk. Of course, she wanted to know when Dad would be home. "Is he here yet, is he here yet?" is a mild understatement. I wasn't insulted, particularly because I managed to get a giant orgasm out of her in spite of her distractions. I swear, it doesn't work the same way for girls, but it was like she'd been blueballing herself too. Poor girl doesn't get anywhere near enough orgasms; they all seem to be big ones. She hasn't experienced the true joy of the variety of orgasms you can have if you have them steadily. Or maybe it's just me. I do like to cum, I won't lie. My sisters who can't, or who don't, I feel very sorry for, even if I shouldn't.

We had lunch, Sveta shooed me away from starting in on her again and instead worked on me until the Os were simply rolling down my back. She's gotten so much better it's like she's not even the same girl she was a year ago. Practice does indeed make perfect. I sometimes worry a little that she'll imprint to what I want, and she'll never be able to satisfy anyone else, but I don't worry about that too much because I'm a selfish whore. Also, I'm sure she'll do fine with other people as well. She's getting quite good at sex in general. Mike complimented her, and I don't think he was just saying it because she's new and still quite tight. Last year, that would have been true, but now, she's really blossoming. I'm very proud. I can't wait for her to branch out and share her new-found gifts with some other lucky people. And then tell me all about it. Hot.

Dad finally got home, said hello to Sveta with a big hug and kiss, and told her to give him a bit to warm up and blow off steam. It must have been difficult for both of them to wait. I know I found it difficult, and I wasn't even going to do anything but watch.

Finally, Dad picked Sveta up in his arms and made a joke about Rhett Butler, then we all went downstairs to the playroom. Sveta was naked, Dad pulled off his underwear and was too, and although it didn't matter, so was I, giving myself plenty of freedom of access to my various joy buzzers.

She asked him what position he wanted to start in (which is a huge step for her, being able to be so frank about things like that) and he said, "Lady's choice, but we'll want to wind up with me on top, I think. Don't want to waste anything." She giggled at that. She still gets a little nervous, which is adorable, but it's to the point where it's just adorable and not something which affects her much. At least, it doesn't seem to, and she doesn't say it does.

But before she picked a position, she lay back on the floor and let Dad eat her out. No one can get enough of doing that. Sveta has a gimmick, as it were, and she's going to have plenty of people willing to make her cum orally. She turned to me and asked if I'd run up and get her a glass of water, in case. It's a reasonable request; cumming does wear her out a little, and she'd had a big one already. "As long as you wait to start the show until I get back," I said jokingly, then dashed off to get some water.

When I got back, his head was between her spread legs, her knees bent, her feet pulled up a little. His hands were on her hips, running up and down from her belly to her thighs and back. She was gasping a little, and she looked at me and grinned with wide eyes. I put the glass down, came over and gave her a kiss, then lay next to her, holding her hand. It's wonderfully sensual to be next to her, lying turned a little to face her, like I'm being eaten out at the same time. Of course, actually being eaten out at the same time is the ideal, but you can't always do that. As it is, our eyes meet and I feel the orgasm building inside her. I won't lie and say I wasn't stroking my own pussy too.

When it came, it came softly, not forcefully like it had with me. I don't know if she squirted at all, or just got a little moist. Still, her hand clenched on mine, and her eyes got that look she gets, which is really hard to describe, sort of like panic but in a good way. She never looks like she wants to escape. Some women, when they cum, look ready to squirm away, but she always looks like she's happy to be there, just unable to completely process the sensation. Of course, she claims that I look hungry when I cum, so maybe it's just in the eye of the beholder. Or maybe I'm greedy.

He kept working until he was sure she was finished, then he looked up, gave me a look which said, "Get out of the way," and when I moved away, he moved up until his hips were between her thighs, bracing his body over her on his elbows. He gave her a kiss, let her wrap her arms around him, then pulled up a little and reached down to adjust himself, then pressed his hips slowly into her pelvis until he was fully inside her.

"Lexi probably told you I've been saving up for you," he said with a smile, giving her another kiss. "So I may not last as long as I'd like to."

"It doesn't matter," she said, kissing him back.

Then he started thrusting, smoothly, firmly, her legs riding up around him until she was almost bent at the waist to let him press deep into her. She reached out one hand after a few thrusts and beckoned, and I came over and took her hand in mine and held it, to feel the connection between us, not for moral support but because we wanted to be close.

Dad may say things like, "I won't last long," but he's speaking relatively. Even him not lasting long is more than long enough for most people. If he could still cum as many times as I understand he could when he was younger, he'd be able to spend the entire day fucking, easily. He'd be able to wear me out, I bet, and that's hard to do. So he fucked her firmly, steadily, not monotonously though, sometimes switching up and pressing deep and grinding, sometimes moving more quickly in and out. They kissed for a while, but her breath started coming quickly, and eventually she was moaning.

"Daddy, daddy!" she moaned. That... well, I came. How he didn't, I don't know. Hearing her call him Daddy... yeah, it was sexy and also so touching. She really is a part of the family, I think. Even if, God forbid, she and I were to break up, I would imagine she'll still be important to me as a family member, or something like that. Actually, I can't see us breaking up. We might find other people to be steady with, but I can't see us breaking up completely.

Dad didn't cum when she started moaning, "Daddy," but he did get more intense, and he was practically slamming home when she came on him. I felt her fingers tighten down on my hand like a vice, and she cried out, not loud, her eyes closed, her mouth open.

I don't think she could have stood much more after that, but fortunately Dad knew that and also was close, so once she opened her eyes and started looking a little worried, he slowed down momentarily, kissed her, and asked her if she really wanted him to cum inside her. She just nodded, hard. He pulled back away from her with his chest and lifted her hips a little, then with what was probably fading strength started thrusting into her again, once, twice, three times, and then he pressed home, grunted, "I love you Sveta," and stopped, just holding her slightly elevated, her hips against him. I couldn't see, really, but I knew that she was getting an epic first creampie.

After a minute, he finally sighed and let her go, and there were red marks on her thighs where his hands had gripped her. "Sorry honey, I didn't mean to hurt you," he said regretfully, bending over and giving her a kiss. She was just lying there, a small smile on her face, as he pulled back, his cock slipping out, still half-hard.

I went to inspect the damage (just a turn of phrase, don't worry, nothing was damaged). Her cunt was a little spread and very wet, quite puffy and looked swollen and pink from the orgasm and the intense fuck. I didn't see signs of cum at first, but then she tensed and a bead of white peaked out and drooled down toward her anus. It was quite white and thick, not the thin watery stuff.

"Did I get one?" she asked dreamily.

"You couldn't tell?" asked Dad with a laugh. "Ah well, I must be getting old."

"No, no, I meant does it look like it does in the pornos," said Sveta, sitting up a little which caused more to ooze out. God, if I'd had a video camera... yeah, it was very alluring. "I felt it go in, even after cumming so hard. It felt really good." Dad bent over and gave her a kiss.

"Glad you enjoyed your first with me," he said with a grin. "Now I bet my daughter there wants some time to clean you up a little. Don't spoil your dinners; it's almost ready I think."

And he got to his feet a little slowly and went up the stairs.

"Did I do good?" she wanted to know, and of course I told her she did great and was amazing and all of the things which are absolutely true. Then she lay back, worn out, and said, "Go on, do what Daddy said and clean me up."

The two tastes mingled together were wonderful; it's been a while since I got to eat a creampie, and even longer since it was two people I love so much coming together like that. Perhaps I should say "cumming together," but that's too easy. They did cum together, but they also came together as lovers, and I think that's more important.

We were late to dinner because we had some fun, once Sveta recuperated, getting all the cum out of her, or at least some of it. She grunted and strained and worried she was going to wet herself, and large dollops of cream oozed out, and I licked them up. Then we finally went to dinner.

So that was Sveta's first creampie, and she enjoyed it as much as I figured she would. She's hooked now. Since then, she's had several more, which perhaps I'll get to in my next post. But that was the first. She's pretty much not a virgin at anything any more. Now we can move on to advanced studies.

Christmas Presents 1

I was just about to start this post when Sveta came through the door, so obviously you all got short shrift and a Porn-of-the-Day post (which I had in the queue) instead. Not much of a Christmas. Sorry about that.

And now for something completely different.

Presenting, for your entertainment, my sweetie. With her approval, of course. She's still a little shy, but I don't think she has any reason to be. But judge for yourself.

Isn't she just the most beautiful girl in the world? I'm so glad she let me share these pictures, because I can't think of a better Christmas present that I can give to you all than to share the beauty of my Christmas present. And while I don't believe that self-esteem needs to come from other people, I hope she gets a kick out of knowing that all of you are thinking she's as hot as I think she is.

Don't expect this to be a regular thing. I'm not pimping Sveta out to blog-land. But she said I could show her off a little. Okay, I'm drooling now, and I don't think I'm going to be able to get through any more posting without letting off some steam. Somebody better be available to rock my socks off. Yes, it's cold, I'm wearing socks.

Cute Asians

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Christmas

Merry Christmas if you celebrate it, happy holidays if you celebrate other things, and just have a good day if you don't celebrate anything (but you should really think of something to celebrate sometimes, because celebrations don't have to be for any reason).

I got candy and money. Well, Amazon money mostly, but spendy green cashy money nonetheless, which is good because I like to bargain-hunt at Amazon.

Sveta will be over soon, for Christmas dinner. I don't know how she got out of having Christmas dinner with her family, nor do I much care. I have some cute things for her, nothing much because I'm poor, but I'll make up for that by giving her plenty of love, as will, I'm sure, Mike and Dad.

Mike got here last night, late late late. The weather held for him, which is good, because otherwise he would have been out on ugly roads and that would have sucked. But it was so late that everyone but me was in bed, and I was too tired and he was too tired, so we wound up sitting down while he ate something and then we both went to bed.

This morning, on the other hand, Mike got busy with Mom while I was still asleep, then he came and woke me up by teabagging me. He's lucky I didn't do what I sometimes do, which is lurch up when startled awake. I would have given him a headbutt in the cojones, let me tell you. Instead, I rubbed the sleep from my eyes in time for him to flip me over and start thrusting right away. There are worse ways to wake up, I guess. He's still a brat.

Thanksgiving and Christmas are going to spoil me, given that in the space of two months I've had two visits from my brother and two long periods of Sveta's company as well. Hell, they may get spoiled too. I didn't really have a chance to miss either of them between Thanksgiving and Christmas, and now after this it'll be a long, cold winter until I get to see them again. Arg.

Anyway, we went downstairs, finally, opened gifts, gave Christmas hugs and kisses, and had some brunch. Then Mike and I adjurned for round two, just as nice as round one, because we started out on the floor with all the wrapping paper but my parents kicked us upstairs so they could clean up. Also, floor sex is getting harder and harder on my poor body. I'm getting old. Nothing else to say there.

This is the Christmas Day events thus far. There will likely be dinner with Sveta, and then she'll want some dessert and so will I, and maybe we can talk the boys into Christmas DP, or maybe that'll have to wait until tomorrow. I hope she's able to spend the night. I've been missing her next to me.

Now, coming up next is a recap of the excitement I've missed telling everyone about since Sveta came home, and if I don't finish it today because she shows up, you'll know why. Be patient. Christmas isn't officially over until Epiphany, and that's a number of days yet. Hopefully there will be Christmas treats for you.

Bonus X-Mas TMI

Because why not? This'll be fun, right?

No, it'll be the same as always, just with holiday-themed questions (with errors I have to correct because people are too lazy to copy-edit their own shit), but whatever, put up with it. I'm participating in a meme. It's my only meme, but I'm going to grab it and fuck it until it begs for mercy.

1. What present do you hope ends up under you tree?

Sveta's creamy pussy, to be licked clean. But I'll undoubtedly get that earlier than Christmas, so beyond the naughty stuff, I hope I get some Amazon credit so I can go shopping. Or I get some carte blanche to go and buy some things at my favorite used book store. I enjoy shopping for some things more than I enjoy actually getting them, so in both those cases, being told that I can shop for things is a present in itself.

But mostly a happy family moment. Yeah, I'll be a little sappy. I'd like Christmas to be happy and familial, even if I don't get anything else. I will, of course, but family happiness is enough.

2. What is the "naughtiest" thing you have ever done under a Christmas tree?

Under? As in, on the floor nearby, or do I physically have to be beneath the boughs of a Christmas tree? I have fucked in the general vicinity of Christmas trees pretty much every year I've been sexually active, either to try out a toy I got for Christmas or just because. But you can't do that too close, because you'll knock things over or get needles in your ass. Plus, being under a Christmas tree is tough.

3. Do you prefer to give or receive?

In terms of gifts, I do like giving gifts. If I had more money than I knew what to do with, I would give gifts all the time. I like giving. But I won't pretend to be a goddamn saint; I like getting gifts too.

In terms of sex, I definitely prefer to receive because I'm a selfish whore.

And in terms of football, I always want to receive, because the first possession is important, helps you build momentum or shut up the crowd if you're on the road. Ram the first kick-off back down the other team's throat and that'll take the wind right out of their sails. We will receive.

Oh, that wasn't the question at all, was it? Sorry. I never played football as a yoot, for semi-obvious reasons, but I do know more about it than any other sport.

4. What is your favorite part of a sexual partner's body?

The original question was, "... part off a sexual partner's body?" which is a little creepy. "I find the liver to be irresistible, Clarice." I don't know how to write the noise he makes at that point, but hopefully you get the hackneyed reference anyway. I've answered this question before. Short version: I like all sorts of different parts in all sorts of different people, but I do enjoy the abdomen in women.

5. What is your favorite part your body - the one you hope a sexual partner will find or pay the most attention to?

Been there, done that. In fact, my last TMI contains almost the identical question. More originality, TMI.

Bonus (as in optional): What Christmas wishes would you grant and to whom?

If I had one wish that I could wish this holiday season, it would be for all the children of the world to join hands and sing together in the spirit of harmony and peace.

Seriously, I lend my mojo to wishing for peace on earth, goodwill toward humankind. That's a non-denominational wish that only a total asshole would disagree with. In all seriousness, I say this, because while I have more specific wishes I could make which wouldn't be shallow, commercial, or selfish, they boil down to the above. I'm not going to get all deep and emotional here. Peace and love, baby.

Billy Dee Williams, you are the greatest, and if no one else gets that reference, I don't much care. Happy holidays, whatever they are! My blog is already red and green, so I'm decorated. Bam, that's forethought.

TMI Filler

From TMI as always. My answers to this one are going to suck, but fortunately it'll be so long from when the TMI was actually posted that everyone will have forgotten the better answers other people have given, like Seph. Except I just reminded you. Damn.

1. I lost my virginity at 18, in the back of a car, on prom night. Where and when did you lose yours?

Blah blah, been there, done that. Read it again if you want.

2. I think my ass is my best sexual feature. What is yours?

Sexual feature? My hips maybe. I can't say my breasts because I'm never happy with them, and I don't want to copy the OP and say my ass, and while I love tummies I don't know that everyone does and mine is not as flat as I'd like it to be, but I have very grabbable hips, I think. That's for sexual features now; in terms of features in general, I might pick something else. My hips get the most attention from hands either from the front or the back. Nice curve, still pretty slim... yeah, I'll say my hips, but I reserve the right to be an incredible waffle about this.

3. A recurring theme in my fantasies is being slammed up against the wall. Do you have a recurring fantasy or a theme to your fantasies?

Being younger, definitely, and not because I'm in a rush to recapture my youth but simply because of my whole innocence thing. Hell, innocence is a recurring theme. Also pregnancy. What can I say: I'm a bit weird. Anyone who didn't know that should get out now while you still can.

4. I love watching guys masturbate. Do you enjoy watching others (a partner or a stranger) masturbate?

Sure, women more than men, actually. I'd rather a guy not waste a masturbatory orgasm on being watched. He could be doing other things with it. Like fucking me. Which I also enjoy watching; I'll watch two people fuck. But watching another girl play with herself can be a real turn-on, particularly if she's not pretending. It's incredible intimate to watch someone really get off, not faking it, just well and truly getting off, whether they know I'm there or not. But I prefer being a part of the experience. Watching a girl cum is much more fun if I'm the one making her, similarly with guys.

5. I hate when guys are quiet in bed. I like to hear you moaning as you cum. Do you like you partners quiet? Are you quiet?

I think I've answered this one before, but it depends. I'm sometimes quiet, sometimes not so, and I like both quiet and loud. There can be a real intensity of feeling if we're both being quiet, either because we're too busy to be noisy or because we don't want to be heard. I have plenty of memories of the second. But at the same time, I converse during sex a lot, so I'm not opposed to some noise or talking or whatever. I think I tend more toward the quiet side, because when orgasms get really intense for me, I don't cry out automatically. I don't find myself having to restrain cries of passion. But I can be louder. I'll never be incredibly loud, but I can be louder.

6. I love playing with nipples. Do you like having your nipples played with?

Sure. It's not my biggest erogenous zone, but it's still very enjoyable.

7. My ‘number’ is between 15 and 25. What is your 'number'?

I had to read the blog to find out what the hell this meant. I'm fairly certain that it means, "number of sexual partners." But I've seen answers which don't match up with that, and I don't feel like guessing at my own number, so I'll say that my number is 10. Make of that what you will. I could have written a script to generate a random number, but I decided to do something a bit more on-topic. Just so you know that I could have been random here and didn't.

Sveta Christmas Plans

Just a short post to say that Sveta will be arriving at Casa Lexi tomorrow. I can't believe they kept her in school this late, but I guess it had to do with her week plus off at Thanksgiving.

Honestly, I haven't really had time to miss her much... okay enough to become horribly depressed. Of course I missed her. We were both really busy though, her with finals, me with my Christmas gig, so the days between Thanksgiving and Christmas seemed to fly by.

She has to spend more time at her own house because they know she's home and she had to bring stuff home. But her father and step-mother made her keep all her stuff in one room, they cleared all her stuff out of the rest of the house, and she's going to take advantage of their lack of concern for her presence by spending as much time as she can over here. I think we're going to bring some things over for her too, even though my house isn't exactly brimming with storage space (that's an odd thing to say, given that "brimming" connotes fullness, and storage space is the opposite of that, so I suppose I could have said that our house is brimming with crap and we have no space, which would be true... whoa, tangent alert).

But she'll be over plenty over the break, and I've got nothing better to do than spend time with her. I don't know if we'll see her Christmas Day because she might have to spend it with the family (mostly not hers) but I've got gifts for her. And speaking of gifts, Dad has a gift of his own, since she's now officially been on the pill for way long enough to get her very first snowstorm down under, as it were.

We expect Mike as well, and who knows, maybe Sheri will make it here too. Sure to be plenty of fun regardless, and I'll try to tear myself away from it to keep everyone apprised. There will definitely be a post about Sveta's introduction into the cream-filled Christmas cake club. Wow, C4. It'll be explosive, I promise. I'm just a barrel of inventivity today. I even invented a word for inventiveness.

Oh, and I've inaugurated a new category, "Plans," for things which aren't exactly Happenings but will happen soon enough. That way, if you're looking for stories, you can skip the "Plans" posts and zero in on the meat of the situation later. Or, if you're looking for me to get all diary on you, you can read the plans too. Maybe I should start putting fun things into the plans so there's a reward for you if you stick around. We'll see.

If you see any past posts which should be tagged "Plans," feel free to let me know. I'm always up for reader participation. Plus, I'm lazy. Really, the second much more than the first.

Overdone Bun

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One Thing Sisters Are Good For

Aside from all the fun stuff, sisters are very good at pointing out one's flaws. In this case, Sheri pointed out to me that while I maintained that it would take her influence to get me into a situation where I was fucking in the back of a moving vehicle where the driver didn't know I was doing it, I was lying because I'd already done it. So that's one point in the "lying" box, one point in the "lousy memory" box, and one point in the "impugning my sister's character" box. All in all, a delightful reminder of why I should never have let anyone I know read this blog.

I would like to say, for the record, that Sheri is wonderful and I think her adventurous nature is an asset, not a flaw, and I enjoy when she pushes my boundaries. Also, I didn't lie, I forgot, which is a classic politician dodge and when you hear the story you may wonder how I could possibly have forgotten it, but I did really forget and I don't make it a habit to lie in my blog. Plus, Sheri's great, if I didn't mention that already.

Okay, now that I've worked off some of the bad karma, I can tell the story of the time I got lucky in the back of a bus. An oldie, but a goodie. Or is that "oldy but goody?" Add a point to the "unable to spell common idioms" box.

My high school had a van for the purposes of busing, so usually whenever there were more than about 5 people involved in a trip, they had to get a school bus to take us. But occasionally, you'd wind up with a population of trippers who were too large for the van but really too small for a bus, and so we'd wind up having all kinds of leg room in the bus.

Despite anything remotely sexual being frowned upon by the authorities of the school, there was plenty of lap-sitting between coeducational couples, and I got felt up regularly on bus rides. The Catholic schoolgirl uniform just screams, "Hey, boy, slip a hand up under my skirt," and since I was open to that kind of thing more so than many girls, I got to reap the benefits more often.

Still, even though I'd been on several bus rides with a little manual stimulation, there had never really been anything more than that because it's not easy to do anything under the watchful eyes of peers and grownups. But one trip, there were maybe 10 of us because several people had gotten sick before the trip, and there was only one chaperon because we were supposed to be the responsible group. Which we were, I guess, but it just happened that in this group were both I and a guy I'd fooled around with on several occasions, given him head behind the gym (a classic) and behind the church after mass (not so classic, but oh lordy did it help get out the church ya-yas), that kind of thing.

And our chaperon would get motion sick if he turned around to look at us.

Yeah, the perfect storm of opportunities. And I don't say that in hindsight, I say that having said it at the time. I essentially thought to myself, "Hey, guy who's willing to do things, bus sparsely populated, back seat available with no looky-lous, chaperon unable to watch us closely... yeah, I should totally go for it." Which is the part of the story most important to Sheri, because it proves that I have somewhat poor impulse control even without her sterling influence. There you go, sis.

Brandon (my prospective partner for the dance) expected perhaps a bit of fun, some light petting, that sort of thing. We couldn't kiss, really, because that would have been bleedingly obvious even in a mirror, but I did sit on his lap (ah, the wonderful lack of safety on school buses) and wiggled my butt against him and let him get my skirt hiked all the way up and his hand up in my blouse. Fortunately the seat backs were high and he kept his hand on my belly mostly, didn't try to go for my tits.

But after we'd been on the road for fifteen minutes, and things had settled down and people were talking or reading or writing or whatever the hell it was they were doing in preparation for where we were going, I whispered to him that I wanted to touch his cock. I couldn't go down on him, again, too obvious if a girl's head suddenly disappears into a guy's lap. But I got the monster out of his pants, already nice and hard and of a decent size, and stroked it.

He said he was going to explode if I wasn't careful and make a mess. I said I knew how we could keep the mess to a minimum. Then I slipped my panties down, slid back, and he slipped right into my pussy.

And then he came. Oy. I don't think he'd ever actually penetrated anyone before, and he was on a hair-trigger anyway. But I didn't mind that much. We cleaned up as best we could, I used my panties to mop up cum, and then I announced more loudly than was necessary, "Crap, I dropped my hair band." Down into his lap I went, sucked him clean, then popped up again. I only had the balls to try that once; I guess I could have continued to come up with excuses to bend over, since I was on the window seat, but it would have gotten obvious.

I really wanted to have him again, maybe without him prematurely ejaculating, but the trip wasn't that long and I didn't want to make a scene. I settled for letting him slip his fingers into my wet pussy and stroke me until I came, definitely not the best orgasm I've ever had, but heightened by the public spectacle.

To this day, I don't know if anyone noticed. Certainly the driver and the chaperon didn't, but it's possible that some kids in the rows up from us weren't fooled at all. If they weren't, they didn't say anything. He was wearing light-colored pants and the few stains didn't show much, but I suppose someone might have noticed them too. Again, no one said a thing. If someone did notice and is reading this blog now, why the Hell didn't you ask to join in? Why keep quiet when you can join the fun?

Now, I told you that story because I was forced to do so. It's not the sexiest story ever, even if it did involve a guy cumming inside me on a bus. Basically, there's plenty of room for improvement, so all the things I said about never having done it, pretend I said, "I've done it, but it could have been better, and I wish I could do it again better."

There, everyone happy? No, probably everyone is wishing it had been better the first time, so the story would have been sexier. A threesome in the back of a moving bus where people don't know, now that would be something. Impossible, I guess, but something.

TMI Orgasms and Reincarnation

As usual, from TMI.

1a. You just gave yourself a body-shaking orgasm. How long do you have to wait before you can give yourself another body-shaking orgasm?

I almost never give myself orgasms that require more than a few minutes to recuperate. When I masturbate, it's usually with an eye to quantity and speed, not necessarily quality. Part of that is that when one is experiencing a truly mind-blowing O, it tends to keep one from being able to keep the O coming. Nothing worse than a shattering orgasm that dies in the middle. That's why partners are preferred for truly epic orgasms. At least for me, that is.

1b. You just gave yourself a body-shaking orgasm. What is the longest you can wait until you absolutely have to do it again?

Again, as above, I don't give myself that type of O, at least not what I'd register as my top 10. But once I have one, I usually like to have another O right away. Everything's better with multiple orgasms, of course. If you give Lexi a cookie...

2a. If you are good in this life, what will you come back as in your next life ... if you come back as an animate being?

I am so not being reincarnated. If I get up to heaven and they say, "Hey, you were good, guess what, you can go back as anything you want," I'm going to seriously question that belief system, and that alone will probably ensure that I'm not good enough to get to go back. I figure reincarnation is for those who weren't good enough at life and need a second try at it. If you're good, you merge with the Oversoul or something. No, I'm not certain. And yes, I am not good enough at life to wind up merged with the Oversoul.

I could come back as someone specific, but anyone I might pick is already alive, so I can hardly come back as them. I'd like to come back as someone who winds up happy and successful, but why wish for that when I can wish to be happy and successful now with similar results.

But everyone is probably chanting, "Rabbit, rabbit, rabbit!" given my predilections. Yes, I fuck like them. Get over yourselves, silly geese.

2b. ..... if you come back as an inanimate being?

A rubber cunt? A rock? A sacred pool of water? This is one of those, "If you could be any type of tree, what tree would you be?" type questions. While you all sort out what crap you're going to be reincarnated (dangling preposition alert, hard hats mandatory) as, I'll be up in the clouds partying, because my religion says non-stop sex when I die. I'm accepting converts. Our membership tithes are very reasonable.

Okay, this one was bullshit. Someone send me some freaking questions to answer so I don't have to keep answering these generic ones.

More Sexy Redheads

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I've Been Promising

Actually, you all have Sveta to thank for the unexpected bounty you're about to receive. She's been bugging me mercilessly for the past week, not believing one word of my bullshit about having no time, being too busy, too down, too whatever. Also, she managed to convince me that, while I still have no intention of making this blog a continual stream of naughty pictures, that it had been quite a drought between the last one and this one, and I had pictures to share, and it was soon going to be past 300 and thus these pics wouldn't make sense, and so on and so on. So fine! Take them! See if I care!

Seriously, I love you, I'm not yelling, and I just want everyone to know that just because you get pictures out of me because I can't refuse my sweetie anything, doesn't mean I have a camera or a new computer or any more pictures, or that I plan on making this a habit. Consider it a Christmas gift.

This is just a tease. I was riding Mike, Sveta took the picture, and I decided to include it because it gives a bit of context. She caught him in the act of trying to give me cleavage, which is a lost cause I'm afraid. Well, I shouldn't be so hard on myself, but I do wish sometimes that I had cans like certain other people I could mention.

This is more like it. I believe I promised, a long time ago, that if we ever made it to 300 I was going to take a picture like this. The green sheet really brings out the color in my hair... oh, who am I kidding, no one's looking at my head. Check out Mike's cock. Can't see it?

Actually, I can't blame you. The lighting wasn't that good in the previous shot, so we had to move somewhere else and take a second closeup to make sure everyone could tell that Mike had decorations. It wasn't any easier to write on his cock than it was to write on my ass the last time. And I didn't tell him I was going to use a Sharpie. He probably still has vestiges of "300" written on his cock. I wonder if he's gotten lucky since, and what he's told the lady in question.

I didn't talk about this in my rundown because I didn't want to spoil the surprise. First, we had to get him hard, which wasn't difficult. Then we had to write the numbers on his cock. We settled on the top because it seemed like it would be the easiest to shoot. I wanted to go for the side, so Sveta could take a profile shot, but I was overruled by the concerns of light and distortion, plus the difficulty of making it look right.

I was perfectly okay with giving you all a look at Mike fucking my pussy, but Sveta and Mike both felt that anal, given my predilections, was the way to go. I have to say, I think I agree. Even with the differences in light and the poor quality of the pictures (through no fault of anyone's) I think they're sexy.

And then, right after we got a few shots, he pulled out and Sveta handed me the camera and they got busy. I mean, really. We had to do a second shoot when I discovered that you couldn't see the numbers as well as I wanted, and fortunately the writing hadn't smeared at all, even after being thoroughly covered by Sveta's tight asshole. But we did have to get him hard again to do the second shot, and then find a better place, even though the green sheet really looked great. The light was wrong; we needed more down light.

There, I hope everyone is happy. That was why I had to wait. I needed a camera and Mike to properly celebrate 300 (and not the movie either, so I hope no one gets that impression, although if there had been more anal sex in that movie I would have been more interested in it). And now Sveta can stop pestering me.

Love ya, sweetie.

For 400, I suppose we'll have to do something even bigger. Maybe involving groups, or creampies, or explosions. Let's not get ahead of ourselves.

TMI Filler

1) What are three mistakes someone could make on the first date with you that would automatically make you turn down a second date with them?

This is a tough one, I think because it's not really "mistakes" so much as personality traits that would make me turn someone down for a repeat. I mean, I'm not the most poised gal in the history of women, so it's tough for me to judge someone harshly for a mistake, straight out. I mean, you could say that under-tipping is a mistake, but if it's genuinely a mistake, I wouldn't feel the same way about it as I would if it were something they did on purpose. Basically, I think that the only mistake you could make with me is not being genuine, but being genuine is no guarantee of me liking you. Blah. I hate dating, I hate dating questions, I hate overthinking dating or thinking it's a contest.

2) Pick an animal that best displays your personality. :)

Personality? I am a platypus: a curious amalgam of parts that don't go together. That's my artistic answer.

3) If your SO stopped having sex with you, how long would you stay?

This is why I use "sig-O." Because when I first read this, I thought it said, "If you SO stopped having sex with you..." "Like, Jenny was SO having sex with him and he said..." Except with myself. Odd.

[Insert circus music here.]

Yeah, I'm easily distracted. In my current sig-O situation, I think it could be perfectly fine without sex, but that's because I'm not limited to only getting sex from Sveta. I feel like love and sex are intertwined but not necessarily interdependent. If a truly sig-O of mine made a conscious choice, or if it was an unavoidable consequence of something, and we talked about it, I think I could be okay with it, and not love them any less. I'm not saying I'd want it to happen. If, on the other hand, the sex just dried up and we didn't talk about it, I'd view it as a symptom of a bigger relationship problem.

4) Are you more passive or aggressive when the relationship becomes physical?

It really depends. That's not a cop-out. I can be fairly aggressive, nothing extreme, but definitely the instigator. But in other situations, I love being passive, letting them come on to me. Moderation in all things, baby.

5) Have you ever been INSIDE a store that sold adult themed toys and videos?

Yes. Why does everyone make such a big deal about this?

Bonus (as in optional): What percentage of women do you think are capable of handling being in a "friends with benefits" relationship? How about men?

I'm lousy at spitballing percentages, but I think there are a lot of men who can do it short-term, and the women who can handle it are usually those who can handle it long-term. I mean, the farther away it gets from a one-time thing, the fewer men I can see still being able to make it work. But I'm not a man, nor am I every woman (and it's not all in me), so basically I can say that even I sometimes have difficulties going the long haul with a "friends with benefits" situation. Not that I necessarily want more commitment at all; it's usually that I feel it evolving into something else even if it isn't.

Fortunately, I don't do "friends with benefits" often. I do "fuckbuddies" who are essentially people I only see for sex, and I do "lovers" which is the commitment thing. Part of it is that I'm perfectly okay with having lovers who are friends, and I can make both of those things work, and it's not like we're friends with benefits. I mean, Gwen and I are friends, good friends, and we're also lovers. I don't see them being mutually exclusive. Nor are we planning on moving in together, getting married, or having kids. Bah, I don't know.

Monday, Bleah

I spent the entire day watching DVDs. Well, I made dinner and went out for a few minutes to get the mail, but I did virtually nothing for the entire day. My day off and I had nothing to do. I'll call it decompression and feel less lazy. No, I won't. But I tried.

Mondays are the traditional theatre day off, in case anyone doesn't know. Then, back to the grindstone. I wish I were getting paid more for this.

Sveta got back all right. I'm not moping because she's not here, I feel empty. Like I'm not completely myself without her being there. It'll wear off. But fortunately I had today to feel that way, to mope, to listen to mopey music, watch stupid comedy, snack, bleah.

I have some things to share, but I'm not feeling up to it today. I promise, they're worth the wait. But not today. I know, I've been saying that, but if you don't like it, go find your own sexy redhead. This one is on break. *licks her finger and resumes reading her copy of "Space Juggs"*

Russian Schoolgirl

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More Sveta

Because I've been working on a Christmas show (hey, a gig is a gig, even if it makes you want to stick a tap into yourself to let some of the sap out) Sveta's been reaping the benefits of being home when Dad gets home. And of being up when Dad gets up. Now, I'm generally up close to then too, because as I said, she's been getting me up somehow, magically, but I'm out late and I have been sleeping in a little so I don't crash in the middle of the show. So she's been getting hot Dad sex twice a day. Lucky little minx. I wish I could get it twice a day. Plus, I come home all worn out and she meets me in my room wearing nothing but a smile, so she gets hot lovin' for bedtime too. The life of Riley, that girl has. Only kidding. She has to do homework, lots of homework, and she's stuck in the house without me, and yeah, it's not all fun and games. But still, she's getting at least three orgasms a day, usually more. When she has to go back to only being able to masturbate in the shower at college, I don't know what she'll do. Possibly something rash.

But fortunately, we went to the doctor on Tuesday and while she should still worry about protection from STDs, she no longer has to worry about protection from pregnancy. She won't be fully protected until next week, according to the doctor, but still, that means that the next time we see her, Dad (and maybe Mike, and who knows who else) can give her a hot injection in whatever hole they so choose.

Sveta's very low-flow too, doesn't have menstrual complications. Yet, at any rate. Not that I'm wishing her ill. But things do change. Me, I can't seem to get the hormones quite right. I really wanted to get on the no-period pill, but according to my doctor that's likely to just make it worse, if it is hormones. Stupid body. Maybe I need to just bite the bullet and give my womb what it wants. Only kidding. I am so completely not prepared to deal with pregnancy right now.

I was hoping the pill would take instant effect and we could go home and Dad would immediately get to pump her full of spunk that I could lick out. Sadly, life doesn't work that way. For one thing, we had to get the prescription filled. Stupid reality. Still, I was just happy that she wasn't bleeding any more and I could go back to tasting her snatch in all its juicy goodness.

She has to go back Sunday, and I may have to take her back in the early morning unless she can stay until the evening, because I have a matinee, of course. Stupid theatre. Are you noticing a pattern here?

But we've been having a good time, getting used to the idea of being together for an extended period. Like a trial conjoinment, rather than a trial separation. Honestly, if I can ever secure decent work, I want to get my own apartment, close enough to the house that I can visit all the time, but just my own space, and then Sveta can come and live with me over the summer. Ooh, we'll have such fun. We can bring guys home. Not that I can't bring guys home now, but it's a little more awkward. Hell, we can bring girls home. We can bring couples home. Okay, stop it girl, you're salivating. I'm really kind of joking; if you think that Sveta and I are going to have a party house, you don't know our temperaments very well. We'll probably go over to my parents' house every two days, and that will be that, just spend quiet nights at home.

Yes, I'm making plans. No, I have no idea when they'll come off, or if. I probably shouldn't make them. I'm just loving having Sveta here. We've been able to talk about serious stuff that I won't go into because I need to be a bit more sensitive to people's feelings on the subject of disclosure. Suffice to say, serious stuff, and it's helped us both out a little. And we get to fall asleep cuddling together. I still wonder if some day I'll have to kick her out of my bed and we can sleep in the same room, just in different beds, because I really have a rough time sleeping anyway and the addition of another person, no matter how beautiful and wonderful she is, is only adding to the problem. Plus, I wake her up by tossing and turning sometimes. It's not the best situation. Still in all, holding her in my arms is the best part of my day... well, one of the best, since I don't want to insult certain other parts of my day. Tied for the best part, shall we say.

So yeah, that's essentially what has been going on all week. We wake up, Sveta gets to Dad first, if I get up quickly enough after her I get to join in, Dad goes to work, Sveta and I finish each other off if we feel like it, then breakfast and maybe something on TV for a short period (I'm trying to rectify Sveta's horrifying lack of knowledge about certain good TV shows that I happen to own in DVD) and then she works on homework and I work on whatever I work on, lunch, we usually take a fuck break for a more quick and energetic session now that we're awake. If we haven't already we sometimes take a shower together (sometimes without actually fooling around; we enjoy showering together without sex, then getting out all clean and going and having sex on the bed sometimes). Then Sveta works some more or we might call a halt to working and have a second go, or sometimes watch a movie. Then I have to leave, and it's always hard because I just want to stay and keep kissing her. I've had to be extremely strong when she gives me a goodbye kiss, usually in something very sexy (she's still not totally secure with being naked all the time, particularly for working, but she wears my clothes with no underwear, or a robe, and it's just as sexy if not more so), and I just want to say, "Fuck Christmas, let's get busy right here." But I don't.

Then she works until Dad comes home, and believe me, he's been enjoying being greeted at the door by Sveta running down the stairs and jumping into his arms, usually with accompanying wardrobe malfunctions. All she needed was a good family. That's all. She's so happy with us. Eventually something will burst the bubble, but hopefully by that point she'll have moved beyond being merely thrilled that someone cares about her and into whatever stage is after that, family love I suppose. It's like any relationship; attraction and lust will only get you so far. I think she and I are firmly proceeding toward commitment, and she'll probably get there with my family too, get over her initial infatuation and just love being part of the family.

Anyway, sometimes Dad has a hard day and even being greeted by a sexy teen isn't enough to make him want to strip all his clothes off and fuck her right there in the doorway, so she lets him go after a while. There's dinner (my mom is trying to get Sveta to learn a few cooking tricks so she doesn't have to worry about starving at college; I'm definitely the cook of the relationship) and then if it hasn't happened already, she and Dad go in the living room or up to the bedroom and fuck. Sveta really likes riding Dad, for whatever reason, and while he usually has to finish doggy style, she rides him like a pro. I know, because I came home early one night and they were still at it in the living room, slow, steady, enjoyable. Just what I needed to come home to.

Then I come home and Sveta and I sometimes have time to watch something downstairs, or I get online and check email or something, and then we go to bed and cuddle and usually make sleepy love before she drops off and I follow, at least for a while.

I am absolutely swamped with work though, so while that's pretty much the recap, I hope to be able to get some time soon to have a few more exciting things to post. My life, unfortunately, seems to be the kind where it's boredom interspersed with brief moments of panicked over-exertion. When we get back to the boredom, I'll have more time to spend on my audience.

Extension of the Futherness of Recapitude

Sveta has apparently had a beneficial effect on me, in that I'm getting up and doing things when she does. Although I've been having something of a backsliding effect on her, in that she's sleeping later and staying up later. And although I've been getting up, I haven't exactly been sleeping particularly well. I'm all achy from work. Okay, enough bitching. I was trying to be complimentary to my sweetie, but it didn't work.

On Saturday I had to wake up ass-early and go to work. I got up even before Sveta did. All alone in the house. So no morning nookie for Lexi. If you can't hear me, I'm pouting. See me pouting. While I was busting my hump for what seemed like forever, at home everyone else was leisurely getting up, having fun, eating late breakfast... can you tell I'm a bit bitter about this?

Since my day wasn't at all interesting on Saturday, I'll give you the rundown on what happened while I was gone, because I love you all so much that I'm willing to put up with the pain. Stupid work.

Sveta told Mike that she wanted cream, and if that meant he only fucked her ass, that's the way it would have to be. She said this, of course, while she was being firmly fucked by my dad, so it wasn't like she was going to miss out in other holes. She's going to be such a creampie addict the moment she gets her first one. Mike, for his part, was perfectly happy to spend himself in her ass if he got to eat her out first.

They both felt a little guilty when I got back that they'd essentially spent the entire day without me fucking. As well they should have felt guilty, selfish bastards. I didn't get any cock at all that day. Mike went out in the evening, so by the time I got back, I got to eat cold dinner and then watch Sveta do homework for a while. She shouldn't feel guilty; school is important. But the fact that she did made the sex afterward very nice. She pulled on the strap-on and we made slow, very passionate love, face to face, rolling around on the bed but never really switching positions, just who was on top. After longer than I should have left it, I finally stopped being selfish and worked on her a little with fingers and tongue and gave us a nice wet spot to sleep in. And then off to dreamland, because I was just as tired as she was. I swear, my job is going to kill me one of these days.

Sunday, I had work too (hooray for theatre) but got to go in a little later, which meant that we both woke up to some groggy wake-up sex. It's fun to stay under the covers, be nice and warm and comfy, just let the morning proceed a little without you, and snuggle. We snuggled, but rapidly moved from snuggling into snogging and then into fingering. There are worse ways to wake up, as I may have said in the past.

After that we went to Mike's room and woke him up, even though we should have been good and let him sleep. Still, he was going to leave in the evening and I wasn't sure if I'd get back in time to say goodbye. And waking someone up with a blowjob and then a cunt shoved in his face is nice, right? Not nasty. Not at all.

We all went to the shower before it went any further because I needed to keep moving and why the fuck not, right? I wound up hanging on to the top of the shower stall (well, to call it a stall isn't fair, but still, that's essentially what it is, even if it's not some horrible cramped little locker-room shower stall), arching my back a little, one leg up, while Mike came at me from behind and Sveta washed me off and then got distracted by sucking various things. It was a bit more acrobatic than perhaps just-woken and slippery people should really try, but we did it anyway. I came twice, nice big Os, if not multiples, and then Mike pulled out and gave Sveta a mouthful of cum. And it was a mouthful. For all that he's probably used up all his sperm supplies for the next few months, he still managed to pump plenty onto her tongue. She then, naughty girl, licked my cunt with a cummy tongue.

Then I kicked them out of the bathroom and finished showering, got on the road a little late. And those imps, when I came to say goodbye, were both in the living room watching TV, Sveta sitting on Mike's lap, and I just know from the way she was sitting that his cock was all the way in her asshole. I'm going to have to teach her a few tricks so she doesn't have to bounce to keep her man happy. Unless she's already figured them out. Whatever. I really wanted to pull my clothes off again and join in, but damn work.

Miraculously, although I had a hell of a day (and I don't mean that in a good way) I got back and Mike hadn't left yet. They were eating dinner, and I joined in. Apparently, I missed less during Sunday than I did during Saturday; Sveta worked, Mike did a few last-minute things, got his stuff in the car, and right before dinner they both realized that neither of them had really showered that day, so they went and took a shower together.

I'm really not jealous. I was a little concerned that I might be, since it's two people I love who are now having their own good times together, and I'm being left out. I was jealous that they got to have fun and I didn't, but I don't feel like it's affected my closeness to either of them. I'm a little sad that Mike and I didn't get to do more things together, but I'm not jealous of Sveta. Nor am I jealous of Mike for getting close to her. I'm a bit surprised, frankly. I was very worried that I might be.

Anyway, I asked during dinner if Mike and Dad wanted to double up on Sveta, since she's still a DP virgin. Dad said he thought that shouldn't be a rushed thing, and he also really wanted to be able to cum inside her for that. Sveta suggested that she get to watch them do me instead, which reminded me that, although I'd had nice anal, I hadn't had any DP. Mike said he could postpone going back for that.

So we all went out into the living room, Dad asked Sveta if she'd mind practicing her oral skills on him a bit, and I stroked Mike's cock while we watched Sveta give Dad head. Mike told me it was like he had another sister, then made a joke about the girls getting more power in the family. It's true; I wish I had another brother because with three guys, that's pretty much the perfect number... unless you can get four. But two cocks and a pussy ready to be eaten... that's good too.

I mounted Dad's hard cock with Sveta holding it up for me, all wet with her spit, sliding up into me, making me knees weak. I lay down on Dad's chest and gave him a big kiss, and he spread my ass cheeks wider a little bit while Mike crouched and pressed his cock into my ass, and I came. God, my two favorite guys doubling me... heaven. And I pretty much kept cumming. There were intervals, but I was still on Cloud Nine. I barely noticed when Mike came and then hopped up to go clean up and get dressed. Dad gripped my waist and started pumping his hips up into me, and I just kept vibrating. I lay there on his chest until he finally grunted and came inside me, and it made me cum again.

So yeah, that was a good end to the weekend. And it's why I love me some DP. I rolled off Dad after a while and then giggled when I realized that Sveta was licking my pussy clean. Such a beautiful young woman she is. I can't believe how lucky I am.

I wanted to give her something in return, so after I got my breath back we went upstairs. But then she told me that... she'd started her period. Damn. I am not against dipping my toes in red tide, per se, but I don't like to dive in. I am a wuss that way. But my toys aren't wussy, and I wanted to make her cum no matter what, so I used fingers and vibe to bring her off. I got to watch her cumming too, which is harder to do from between her legs. She gets this surprised look on her face sometimes which is just adorable. I've been told I look satisfied when I start cumming. Sveta looks surprised, then she makes a little O with her lips and her eyes close just slightly, and her entire body tightens up a little, and then the waves and juice start.

So that was Thanksgiving. Don't worry, there's more after Thanksgiving, but Mike had gone back, I had work, Sveta had work, Dad had work, Mom had work... yeah, less time for fun. Still, there's definitely other things to share, and I will.

All I Want For Christmas

[To the tune of "All I Want For Christmas Is My Two Front Teeth]

All I want for Christmas is two cocks in me

Under the tree;

Holiday DP.

Gee if I could only have two cocks in me

Then I could be moaning, "Merry Christmas."

It's been so long

Since I could feel

Dicks ram both my asshole and my pussy.

Golly Gee

How happy I would be

If two guys weren't too wussy.

Santa will you bring me two big, hard cocks please.

Without dick cheese.

I am on my knees.

Santa if you bring them and you do not tease

Then I will suck you off this Christmas.

Yep, I'm going to Hell. But I couldn't resist. I believe the term of art in this case is "filk." If so, I filked that song like a mother-filker.

Further Recapping

Sorry guys, I've been busy and neglectful of my blogging duties.

When I woke up on Friday (the day after Thanksgiving for those of you who are counting) I was alone in bed, which isn't the best way to wake up, but since I toss and turn and sleep later than some, I often do wake up that way. I'm fine with it as long as I know that the person or persons who were in bed are still around.

And around they were. I wasn't even that late to rise, but some people are earlier risers than I. In point of fact, Mike got up first, came in, woke up Sveta by accident, they couldn't bear to wake me up, so they went off and left me out of the fun. Bastards. Anyway, I actually found them in my parents' room. Sveta was watching while Mike and Mom fucked. She knows that Mom isn't into lady parts, so she was just sitting on the side of the bed talking with them. I came over, gave her a kiss, and sat down too.

Sveta said she and Mike had woken up and gone back to his room, where he spent the better part of an hour eating her out until she was begging for mercy. He said he couldn't stop, not a pussy as sweet and juicy as Sveta's. I agreed, she blushed, he grinned and then came into Mom suddenly.

Then we all went down to breakfast. Dad was already down there eating cereal, and we all trooped down and were sitting in the living room munching on various breakfast things, all totally naked. It was a sexy picture, believe me.

We talked, about what exactly I can't remember. The usual stuff. I was horny as hell and went over and sat in Daddy's lap, trying to get him to put it inside me, but he was playing hard to get, so I finally started working my charm on Mike. Of course, the instant I got up, Dad whispered something in Sveta's ear and she started stroking his cock with her hand. What a tease that man is. He knows I like it, but still, what a tease.

Mike was happy to oblige, and I got on all fours on the floor and let him press his hard cock into my ass. God, getting anal regularly would be a dream come true. Sveta and I need a kept man, that's all there is to it. Maybe two, so we could have DP whenever we wanted. We could keep them in the basement and feed them kitchen scraps. No, wait, that's not humane. And neither of us is a domme. Ah well, I guess we'll just have to make do with regular, non-kept men.

Anyway, getting anal was terrific, and getting it while watching Sveta straddle Dad's lap and sit back on his cock was even better. She got a condom (well, actually, Mom went and got a condom and handed it to her) on him, then just lifted her little butt up and settled back onto him, her pussy sliding down over his cock like it was meant to be. Which I suppose it was. Damn, I love watching a tight pussy take a cock. Penetration is incredibly sexy, one of the reasons I could never go full lesbian.

Mike laughed when I started to crawl over to them with his cock still in my butt, but he went right with me, and finally I was able to put my mouth on Dad's cock and Sveta's pussy simultaneously, and when she came I got plenty of juice. I wouldn't say I was doing that well in the oral department because I was cumming up a storm myself and that's fairly distracting, but cumming with your mouth around one of your Daddy's balls is fun for everyone.

Mike fired a load into my ass that I almost didn't notice because I was having so much fun, and then he pulled out and let me work on the other two exclusively for a while. But this should tell you something about my Dad's stamina; he had plenty of reasons to cum, but he made Sveta come twice without slowing down, and Mike got up for a second time and pressed back into me while Dad was still rocking Sveta's pert little hips back and forth on his lap.

He finally had her flip around and held her close to him as he started pumping up into her faster, and I wasn't really able to do much without getting in the way until he slowed down, reached around and pulled his cock out and took off the condom, then let me suck the cream out of him. Mike finished me off before cumming again, and then we all kind of sat back and glowed for a few minutes. Then everyone had things to do except me.

Sveta went to work on homework, of which she has a lot because she has such a long break and her teachers are jerks (well, only kidding, sort of). Mike wanted to go out and about, see some people, run some errands. Dad had to go to work (he could go in late, but he still had to go). Mom had work to do as well. And me... well, I didn't have anything to do. I felt kind of useless.

Sveta told me that I had to let her get some work done, that if we were going to be able to spend any significant period of time together we'd have to learn to control our urges a little otherwise we'd never get anything done. To be fair, she didn't tell me that; we kind of worked it out jointly. We both would be perfectly happy to spend pretty much the whole time in the sack, maybe not making love but certainly cuddling and distracting one another. And a week doesn't seem like that long. But she knows that if I'm around, she'll want me, and vice versa, so I let her use my room and stayed downstairs and tried not to be distracting.

We did have several breaks during the afternoon to work off the steam. We took a shower after we both realized that the morning had made us all sticky, and then later we had a snack and then had a snack. Maestro, rimshot please!

Mike came back at a certain point, which was helpful, except he wanted to fuck Sveta, which was not helpful. He loves me, don't get him wrong, but he does enjoy novelty and he likes cute girls. Plus, he'd fucked me more that day. He wanted to give Sveta another backdoor barbecue. But he managed to keep himself from distracting her, and we went to the basement and I had a little fun shoving some toys in his ass for a change. He really likes anal play, but he can't get into guys, still either too homophobic or just not attracted to them. The first of which isn't okay, but the second of which is. Anyway, he can take quite a large plug in his ass now, although with it in he lasts about a minute before he's spewing cum like a milking machine gone berserk. Seriously, he cums boatloads when he's got something in his ass. Even after cumming three times that day, he came twice with me, in short succession. Not that I didn't enjoy getting filled to the brim with my brother's cum or anything.

Then we had a very late dinner when Dad got home. Mom and Dad went upstairs almost right after dinner, and Sveta was tired of doing work, so she and I amused ourselves in Mike's room for his entertainment. He wasn't sure he was up for any sex, but he got hard watching me licking Sveta's cute pussy to orgasm, and as she was still cumming he lubed up and pressed into her tight little butthole, which made her scream from surprise. She said, once she finally finished cumming, that she'd had a multiple O, and who am I to dispute it? Obviously, being surprised in the ass while cumming works for her. It's worked for me in the past.

When Mike came in her ass, there was virtually no cream left in him, and we left him smiling, satisfied, and tired, and headed back to my room, where we got into bed and Sveta sleepily fingered me with her legs wrapped around me and her hand down between us, while I held her and kissed her. Then she rolled around in my arms, squirmed into my body a little, and I could smell her hair as she nestled in my arms and was asleep almost immediately. God, I envy her. Still, she doesn't mind if, while she's cuddling with me in her sleep, I reach around and give myself a little tickle.

Friday was the big day, and pretty much after that, I have less to talk about because I had work and then on Sunday Mike had to leave, but I'll keep telling in a bit. My fingers are getting tired right now, and I do have other things I need to do, much though I wish for your sake that wasn't true. One of those things I have to do before I go to my nightly gig is to make Sveta cum, so you'll understand if I jilt my blog for that obligation. But don't worry, there's much more to come. It's just that I don't want to dump it all at once and then have a month where nothing happens on the blog at all.