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In Flagrante

I concentrate on the belly button first, after the preliminaries, the kissing and holding and stroking that we can keep up for hours without really going anywhere. It might seem a little strange that I go for something other than her breasts, when her breasts are like magnets to the hands, firm, warm, soft, perfectly fitted to my palm so the nipple presses on some acupuncture point I didn't even know I had. Chinese medicine doesn't talk enough about nipples, in my opinion.

But I don't go there first. Not today. She's giggling, a soft little chuckle that makes the point of attack vibrate, so I kiss it, which only makes it worse. My hands call out to my brain, "Hey, either put us on the boobs or we're taking matters into our own selves." They can't very well say "hands," now can they? I resist; it's no good to let your body tell you what to do. Besides, my brain is contemplating her tummy. It doesn't go in and out when she laughs, it just shudders, like the laughs are rocketing around inside, trying to get out. Lying back like this, underneath me, I can look up between her two perfect breasts and into her eyes as she giggles softly. I can't resist. I kiss just above the belly button, where the shiver is most pronounced, and then flick my tongue out between my lips, brushing her skin. It tickles. She giggles again.

I was paying to much attention to my lips and tongue and my hands wrestled free of my control, and I feel them slowly running up her flanks, over the slight bumps of her ribs, then around, and cupping her breasts, feeling her heart beating under my fingers. She sighs, and that makes her tummy move too, relaxing for just an instant before I kiss her again, lower this time, right above the bone of her hip, and she squirms a little, opening her legs between mine as I straddle her knees. I'll tease her a little more, feel the rising heat of my ultimate goal.

My hands are still softly kneading her breasts, like a massage, the pinkies around the side, the join between the muscle of breast and chest, feeling the soft skin there. Her hardening nipples are poking just so between the bones in my palms, and it's like a circuit is formed between her and me, the flow going up from her belly as she giggles, through my lips and out into my hands, then back into her. Or maybe it's the other way, the nipples sending surges of power which I return to her laughing belly. It doesn't matter much.

I don't bite. I never bite. But she's too tasty to leave alone, so I do nibble, no teeth, just lips and tongue. If she was giggling before, she's laughing now, still quiet, but the shaking in her tummy has increased. Even though I can hardly stand to pull away, I move my hands to hold from the sides, putting her nipples within reach of my mischievous fingers. When she's this hard, this ready, my thumbs in particular love the feel of rolling over her pink nubs, feeling them retreat and then surge back. I roll them gently between thumb and forefinger while I nibble my way up her tummy, which is still shuddering with laughter, over her sternum as it too shakes, then quickly snake up to give her a kiss on her laughing mouth before she knows what I'm doing.

Her hands hold me there, tangled in my hair, on my neck. I was planning on going back down, maybe putting my lips around a nipple and suckling at it like a baby, tasting her sweat, smelling the scent that comes off her body when she's this ready and just waiting for me to get on with it. But her lips are intoxicating. So soft compared to mine, or at least so it seems. She claims I'm biased, that my lips are just as soft as hers, but I know better. When we kiss, the circuit that we had below is repeated above, only this time with breath, breath flowing out of her and into me and then through me and back to her. We can't kiss completely head on when we're like this; our noses get in the way. Locking lips can only be done at a slight angle. But we can still look into each other's eyes, and I see hers, half-closed as she keeps laughing even as I'm kissing her, but still alive, shooting sparks into me.

Finally, she releases me and whispers, "Get on with it." Then she gives me a little grin, vulnerable and shy, and if I were a man I would plunge my cock into her right then and never stop. But I'm not. So she might have to wait a few minutes while I get distracted on my way back down.

TMI Filler

I didn't do the last one (in order on TMI) because I have a backlog (as can be seen by the fact that this one is coming much later than it was originally posted) and it was stupid. This one is marginally less stupid. Once again, from TMI.

1. What are your feelings about traditional bachelor/bachelorette parties?

Clear proof that monogamy is a sham. Okay, that's not fair. Monogamy isn't a sham, and I respect people who are monogamous because hey, more for me that way. Only kidding. But bachelor/ette parties seem to either be just parties, and why the hell not, or excuses to cheat. Just because you're not married yet doesn't make it not cheating. I've been to parties before weddings where the couple were both there and there was some goofy fun, and that's fine, but if you're segregating the sexes and doing things secretly, you're cheating, Jack/Jill.

But I'm going to have a killer bachelorette party if I ever get married. Strippers will not be involved, and my prospective spouse will be. In other words, group sex with the bride and groom. Oh yeah, it'll be epic.

2. Do you wear (or not wear) something special to bed/dress differently when you want to have sex?

To bed? Or just in general? Because in general, if I'm expecting sex and I want it to be something other than random sex, I will wear nicer underwear and I might dress more sexily. But to bed? I sleep naked. It's not an invitation, it's a sign which says, "Hey, if you want me, here I am." I do it alone, together, whatever. If I sleep in clothes, I always wind up strangling myself on a neckline or being pinched by something. Fuck clothes. Nudity in bed rocks.

3. Do you ever fake orgasms?

I don't fake. I occasionally embellish the truth. Sometimes the O isn't that big, and it's through no fault of my partner/partners, and I make it bigger because it's a two-way street. I don't believe in rewarding bad behavior, but I will reward good behavior by being a little over-dramatic. Also, sometimes sex needs a little drama to spice things up. As long as I'm cumming and my partner isn't doing anything wrong, I'll express my appreciation. If that means I emphasize my enjoyment a bit, hey, that's not lying. And sometimes, if I get into embellishing the truth, the truth starts to feel better. But no, I don't fake orgasms... except once or twice when I really just wanted to get the fuck out of Dodge and have him cum already.

4. Do you own any leather or rubber clothing?

I have leather boots. Does that count? I'm not a huge fan of tight things, and things that capture body heat make me sweat and then I pass out from dehydration. Seriously, I can sweat out in a heartbeat. I wore leather once, and was profoundly uncomfortable, and it wasn't even that sexy and certainly wasn't the bottom layer. The idea is sexier than the reality, like edible panties, which are a goddamn joke. When I first heard about them as a child, I figured they were some kind of cloth made with spun sugar. They are most assuredly not. And even that sounds like a horrible idea to my more experienced mind.

5. On a scale from 1-10, how willing are you to do something in bed you don't want to just because you are asked?

Depends who's asking. I have limits. Beyond them, I will not go. There are things I don't enjoy a whole lot that I'll do if asked nicely. But I won't do scat, for instance, just because someone asks. Even Sheri couldn't peer-pressure me into doing that, which fortunately she's never tried to pressure me into doing. But I have gone to places where things got unpleasant for me because I let someone talk me into something. So maybe a 5? I hate judging analog values on a digital scale. There's no discrete nature for this system. It's infinitely dense. Math geek test.

Bonus: Can men and women be "just friends?"

What the Hell kind of question is that? If you don't think they can, you're a sexist jerk. Sorry. I mean, that's like asking if I can be just friends with a woman. I mean, I am attracted to women, have sex with them, so obviously I must be unable to separate sex from friendship, and thus I can never be friends with anyone. What a load of crap.

Now, I happen to believe that one can be friends with someone and still have sex with them. I have friends who are nothing more than friends, and I've had sex with them and would do so again. Gwen, for example, is one of my best friends, and we have no plans on becoming romantic, but we've fucked like rabbits. Still, friends without benefits is perfectly feasible, and I have many friends of a non-sexual variety of both sexes. It depends on what's appropriate for the friendship. I don't talk to all my friends about my personal problems either. Can I be friends without revealing every facet of my being to a person? Absolutely. There are levels of friendship and types of friendship, and it's all a rich mishmash of crap.

For the love of whatever deity or deities or lack thereof you hold dear, send me some questions or something. TMI is great and all, but really, it's a mixed bag.

Sveta-esque

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Housekeeping

I had a request a long time ago to put more useful dates in my posts. I originally decided I didn't want to because it would show just how long it had been since I last wrote, and while that would be easy to find out, sure, it was a motivational tactic I pursued. Then inertia set in, and I just left it like that even though I was being fairly good about posting regularly. Then I got the request, outlined above, and I thought about it, and then I forgot that I'd thought about it.

And then today I was looking through the archives for something, and I realized that, while it might not matter if one is looking at posts sequentially by month, it does matter if there's no context, say if I'm searching by topic. It's a pain in the ass not to know when a particular post was written. Now, I wish I could turn it on for posts that are out of context but leave it off for posts that are beinge viewed sequentially, but I'm too lazy to figure out how. It well might be possible. If someone knows how and can tell me the basics, I'm pretty good at hacking Blogger's layouts so I bet I could figure it out. But as it is, since I've been good about posting regularly, and it's a new year (well, it has been for a while now, but it's closer to New Year's than it is to July), I've decided to reconsider. Thus, the longer datelines.

Dateline - New York, January 23, 2010. Panic stalks the streets as a giant enraged Lexi tramples buildings, climbs skyscrapers, and just generally makes a nuissance of herself. Scientists are baffled by the appearance of a giant naked woman in downtown Manhattan. The National Guard has found that all conventional weapons are useless against her. She has been heard to yell, "Dee pee! Dee pee!" No one is sure what it means, but one thing is certain, it can't be good.

TMI Belated Christmas

I am writing this prior to Christmas, but it will be published post-Christmas. If this blows your mind, you should wear a hard hat next time. As always, generic filler courtesy of TMI, who are fine people even if they often come up with silly questions.

1. Have you ever mooned/flashed anyone? How long ago?

Good lord, when I was younger, I had very little shame around certain people. In college, I would flash people all the time, but usually while wearing a bra. Since then, I've definitely reigned myself in. I still threaten to do it sometimes to make people jump.

2. Pick an animal that best displays your personality.

We've done this one already. I think I'm going to answer echidna this time for the hell of it.

3. Do you mail out holiday cards, and if so, how do you pick the list?

I am awful. I should, but I don't. I am bad at keeping up with the Joneses.

4. How often do you wear something sexy to get attention (lingerie, low cut dress, silk boxers, etc...)?

Oh, I'll wear slightly sluttier clothes on occasion if I'm trying for someone, but that hasn't happened in a while. I'll also wear sluttier clothes if I'm feeling naughty. But I always want attention, regardless of my clothes. I'm such a whore.

5. Have you ever tasted breast milk SINCE you were an adult?

Nope.

Bonus: Do you like "talking" when you have sex?

I hold conversations while fucking, but I don't think that's what this means. Dirty talk is okay, but I'm not very good at it, and I suspect most people aren't. I know you think you are, and maybe you're the exception, but chances are good that they've just been humoring you. It always seems a little goofy to me. Now I can deal with goofy, and I enjoy over-the-top sex talk sometimes, but a lot of times, I can take it or leave it.

Double Bonus: If Santa is a guy, how is it that he never seems to get lost?

He has to visit every house. He just marks the ones he's already visited with a piece of chalk, process of elimination, no getting lost. If you're sneaky, you can sneak up to your chimney and erase the chalk mark and get double presents. Don't tell him I told you.

The Joys of Knowing a Smattering of Russian

I pick out words here and there in Russian speech, having been studying it for a while now (self-study, which means I move slowly), and while porn isn't The Battleship Potemkin it gives me an opportunity to go, "Hey, that means..." Of course, I don't know any naughty Russian, and I'm not yet to the point where I can pick up words just by hearing conversation (I'm really more interested in being able to read Russian than to speak it), but still, it's fun, and that, if nothing else, is a good excuse for me to watch Russian porn.

http://www.tube8.com/teen/natasha-beatifull-face/87174/

This one isn't lying; the girl has a very beautiful face, and the rest of her ain't bad either. She's wearing a bit too much makeup, and I don't believe for a moment that she's really vosymnadsat years old (18, for you gringos), but she's probably close to that. She's not skinny as a rail, has nice curves, large, perky nipples, just all around nice to look at.

But enough about her. This video has a certain amount of talk (and if you're not studying Russian you'll likely find that less interesting than I do) but it makes up for it by having more than enough rock for a video as short as it is. No creampies, but pretty much everything else two guys and a girl can do, and they don't go at any one thing long enough to get boring. Plenty of anal, some nice DP, cumshots, oral... yeah, it's a decent effort by the Red hordes. Although I suppose they aren't the Red hordes any more. Fine, our Slav brothers and sisters. Hooray for Mother Russia!

I Am Not Dead

After Sveta left, suddenly my house became the plague ward. Different plagues for each person, but we're all various stages of sick. So I haven't been feeling all that sexy. Not that I haven't been horny, I've just been feeling too icky to do anything about it. Mostly, I've just been surfing for porn and idly rubbing my clit, which works, but isn't terribly interesting.

Plus, I'm missing Sveta, although I'm glad she's not here to get our plagues. So that makes me less talkative.

So yeah, I'm still here, and I have enough trivia and porn posts to fill the gap. Feel free to write, comment, ask questions, whatever you want. No need to send concern for my health; it's just the way things go. Nothing serious, just sickness. Annoying, non-life-threatening.

TMI Filler (Again)

For the love of Mike (that phrase takes on a whole new meaning to me now) someone ask some questions or something. These TMI questions seem to be scraping the bottom of the barrel. Not that I don't love TMI, but I feel like I'm giving a job interview.

1. Which is more important of the two in "chemisty [sic]," physical attractiveness or emotional attractiveness?

Chemisty? Sorry, I had to say it. Don't people know that there's a spellchecker right there above the post editor? Or you can use one of the many toolbars that offer that service. It takes but a moment, and then you won't have people like me making fun of your spelling. I can't spell. But I can click a button.

Okay, that's past. Chemistry is pretty much all about the inner self. Lust is about the outer self. Now, it helps to get to the point where you can see the inner self if the outer self ain't bad, but I can't stay with someone who's just a pretty face. Not in a relationship, anyway. I might have sex with them, lots, because hey, that's what pretty, stupid people are for: sex toys. Okay, that's a bit harsh. But the point is that while I am honest enough to admit a degree of shallowness in my lust gland, I don't stick around after the floor show to shake hands with the strippers. I go home to the people I love, and I'd love them even if they turned into frogs. It helps that the people I love are attractive, but it's not necessary.

2. On a scale from 1-10, how kinky are you?

I don't know, maybe 5 unassisted. In the company of certain bad influences, I rise higher, but I'm not particularly kinky. But then, one woman's kink is another woman's vanilla. It's all subjective. I don't go in for much kink, but my fantasies and thoughts tend to be kinkier than I have the balls to be. And I have no balls, so that's that there.

3. Sitting on Santa's lap... fun or creepy?

When I was a kid, I wasn't bothered by Santa until I saw A Christmas Story. Now I love that movie, but it made me a little sad that the department store Santa in that movie is such a jerk. But when I got older, I realized that he's really not a jerk, he's just perhaps not the greatest Santa ever.

Now, it depends on who's playing Santa. I could have some fun sitting on certain Santa's laps. I am getting coal in my stocking this year, aren't I?

4. Have you ever fallen asleep or passed out during sex?

I've fallen asleep while doing sex-type things, but not when sex was planned, just when cuddling and so forth turn into sexy things. I like to be lulled off to sleep by soft sex. But it's got to be a mutual thing.

I have also passed out during sex, the preliminaries of sex, and even woken up from being passed out to discover I was having sex. None of these things make me proud.

And I did, once or twice, fall asleep during sex because the guy was just ass-poor at it and I was tired. Really tired. Normally, even with poor sex, I can stay awake, but I was exhausted.

5. Do you wear socks to bed? Is that okay or totally unsexy?

I don't. I wear nothing to bed. But I don't have a problem with it. Feet get cold, socks keep them warm, whatever. I'm not into feet, so I don't give a shit what people wear on them.

Bonus: What is your greatest strength? Weakness?

Sometimes, I neglect my personal life to add value to companies for which I work. Like I'll be on my lunch break, and I won't be able to stop curing cancer, or I'll be at home trying to sleep, and my hands will mysteriously keep typing engineering specs for rocket cars. I try to control it at work, obviously. There, I'm all business.

Kidding. I don't want to answer this question because it's a stupid fucking job interview question. And it requires a tremendous amount of navel-gazing, which I don't need right now. If I wanted to work for this company, I would have just given the CEO a blowjob. Oh, and I won't need to take the mandatory company training in sexual harassment or business ethics.

I swear, if I don't get some real questions soon, I'm going to start doing more song parodies.

Grab Bag

In keeping with last week's assortment of two, here is an assortment of several, because none of them are stellar but all are worth looking at. They worked on me, anyway. Nice amateur hour here.

http://www.tube8.com/amateur/young-romanian-gypsy-wife-fucked/202825/

I have no idea whether the title is true. It's a couple, and the wife, if she is a wife, has red hair. It's amateur, but worth a gander. They definitely seem to be enjoying themselves.

http://www.tube8.com/amateur/miss-universe-contestant-sex-tape/204091/

Now this title I bet isn't true. Although I suppose it could be. Anyway, more amateur video of a very exotic woman, well-proportioned. Her partner wears a condom, which is sensible, but means there's no possibility of creampie, which as we all know is tops around here. Still, it manages to pack in a fair amount of first-person action, and if you're in the mood for oral rather than fucking, this is a good video for that because there's a lot of it. Or just watch the exotic beauty.

And for the amateur hat trick: http://www.tube8.com/amateur/blonde-wife-creampie/203131/

Not as interesting, but the blonde wife has a great body, and you get various different perspectives on that. It's doggy style all the way, and the creampie may happen but it's difficult to tell if it does. Still, come for the hot amateur wife, stay for the possibility of creampie.

None of these videos are terribly long, and I'm including them all because they're a fair assortment. I haven't been diving into long videos recently, so this reflects my viewing habits at the time of writing. And I didn't start this blog to become a dirty movie reviewer, so I'm just giving you a window into my naughtiness in the same way I always do. Enjoy the naughty.

The Rest of It

Just as a post-holiday wrap-up, I'll ramble a bit, because I don't have anything particularly focused to say.

Sveta is really missing having Mike around, because he went back up on Sunday and now there's only one man in the house. I told her she needs to rectify that, and she giggled, but I don't know, maybe she will find a guy at her school to give her the business when she needs it. It'd be good if she'd find an upperclassman who had a single so she could go there to get her jollies.

But only having Dad means that I don't get any cock. I'm making the supreme sacrifice and letting Sveta have him, and she generally only gets him once a day, which is definitely different than getting some other guys only once, but still means she only gets one creampie a day.

Now I know some people are saying, "Aw, poor her, she only gets one a day, I've never gotten one in my life." And sure, you'd be right, and I'm sorry you're missing out. I know others would probably volunteer to come over and fill in the gaps, but we're not looking for that either. Sveta has just really been loving being able to feel all feminine and get shots of cum inside her whenever she wants, and now that she can't do that any more, it's like the holidays really are over.

She and Mike did get to do the thing which he and I always used to do when we were kids, which was that he spent all day, every so often, coming in and leaving another deposit at the sperm bank, so to speak. He loves it, of course, because while he's not actually impregnating her, he gets to feel like he is, and she loves it because it means she's practically sloshing with cum. One issue for her is that, the first time they tried a double helping, she came and squeezed out most of the first cumshot. She has muscles like nobody's business.

But the next time they tried it, it was like building her up, over and over again. They spent a few hours doing it (I got to join in a little, but it was mostly just enjoying watching). She lay on my bed the whole time with a pillow under her hips to keep them up, and he would work himself up as much as he could (with some help from me), then go and press into her pussy, shoot the cream fairly quickly, before she could go off, and then start the process again. I think he made it to four or five before she couldn't take it any more and begged someone to let her cum. So I got between her legs and started licking at her little pink lips, tasting the semen and the readiness, and she gasped and went off almost immediately. Her spurts were quite strong, and the cum oozed out, and when I tried sucking it out of her, she came again right away. I think it's the first time she'd done anything like that.

So yeah, Sveta has become a regular cum-junkie just like me. And now that she's only getting one infusion a day, she's been horny as all get out, which means that while I don't get a cock every day, I've been reaping other benefits. We've tried an anal vibrator while I lick her pussy, which she enjoys, and we've tried some scissoring, which made us both giggle because it seems a lot more fun than it actually winds up being. I guess to each her own on that.

She'll be going back this Sunday, which means that I'll start missing her terribly probably Monday morning when I wake up and she's not there. Since Christmas, she's been spending pretty much every night here, and that's been great.

I'm wondering whether or not we should do something special before she has to go back. Perry is pretty much out of the question, since I don't want to open that can of worms, but maybe Kate and Roger would like to have just the two of us. I don't imagine Roger's ever had three girls at once. We'll see on that. Maybe I'll just cajole Dad into having a nice long session, maybe two times from him, and we'll just have some fun at home that way. Maybe we should go shopping for a new toy. We'll see.

To finish up the tally on the New Year's party, Sveta got two, I got two, and Mike managed to cum five times in various places on Kate's body, which is fairly impressive, I suppose. He came in her mouth first, then he fucked her twice from behind and pulled out each time, then he fucked her ass once and gave her a bit of colon cream, then after he was sure the evening was done, she crawled on top of him and started fucking him lying on his chest, came, and promptly passed out, and he, naughty boy that he is, finished up inside her, because he was just too close to let it go.

The day after, Sveta didn't feel up to much, so I did get Mike and Dad pretty much to myself that day. Mike told me (as he was pressing his cock into my ass from behind) that Kate's pussy wasn't the tightest he'd ever had, but it was probably the shallowest, a point on which I definitely concur. She's amazingly shallow; I feel like I can touch her cervix without even trying, even when she's aroused and stretched out a little. It must be why she'll put up with Roger, because he's not the greatest fuck ever, and while size doesn't matter, in his case it matters a bit because he's not large at all.

It was sweet how Sveta said goodbye to Mike; she didn't jump him or pull out his cock, she just gave him a big hug, which he returned, and said she was really happy to have him as her fake brother. We've got to work up better terminology; she feels like part of the family, definitely, so "fake" isn't something where she's joking, it's just that she doesn't want to impose and say that he really is her brother (or my Dad is her father, or Mom is her mother) but she feels like his little sister. Still, it was sweet. They'd given each other goodbye orgasms earlier in the day, so this was just a nice goodbye. I suppose we could say "brother-in-law," but that's a bit too serious for right now, I think. Any suggestions?

Now, I must go to her and get my reward for letting her have Dad all to herself. I predict multiple orgasms, followed by cuddling and a movie maybe. And then perhaps more orgasms. It's not bad here.

Party Time

Okay, at long last, having finished it while still feeling a bit under the weather (so excuse any typos), the partying.

So I RSVPed and said that I was bringing two guests, to which I got the reply, "Great, the more the merrier." Thus, it seemed like it was intended to be a party containing more than just me and Kate and Roger. I still decided to play it kind of fast and loose with introductions, let Mike and Sveta be my guests until further information was forthcoming.

Sveta went back to her house to get something nice to wear to the party. Her parents are party people, but they were going to a party by themselves, didn't even bother to ask if she wanted to come or tell her where they were going. That makes me angry, and I was angry for a while thinking about it waiting for her to get back, until she came back wearing the cutest little black dress I'd ever seen her in. And since I'd never seen her in a little black dress of any kind, I was kind of surprised. I didn't know she had something that chic.

Despite the fact that we really should have been getting ready, and it was getting later and later, instead of doing that I practically tore the dress off her and spent half an hour eating her slowly out with every inch of my tongue. She was wearing nothing at that point but a bra, the panties were gone somewhere (we haven't found them yet) and I wasn't even close to being ready, having spent most of the time when I should have been getting ready steaming about Sveta's jerk parents.

Mike came down in something casual, not t-shirt and jeans but not a suit either. I wasn't sure what kind of party it was, so I didn't tell either of them to dress up, but I guess they both felt like dressing up a little. He unzipped his pants and came over, but I finally looked at the clock for a second (after I made Sveta cum hard, I would like to add for the record) and told him to stick it back in his pants or we'd be late.

Sveta and I rushed upstairs and picked out a dress for me, not as nice as hers but I was okay with that, plus I was a bit cold. We decided, after a certain amount of giggling, that going commando would be the best choice, simply because Sveta couldn't find hers and I was hopeful and didn't want to lose another pair of panties in Kate's house. We put on a little makeup because occasionally you've got to tart yourself up a bit, resisted mightily the urge to smear said makeup by making out, and rushed back downstairs where Mike was tapping his foot, muttering things about women. Yeah, like I'm not usually the first one out the door, Mikey.

Sveta was a little nervous about being introduced to people, wanted to know what to say, that sort of thing. I cautioned Mike that he was to test the waters before he said anything about kinship, because either we would go as brother and sister and there would be no hanky panky, or we'd go as friends and anything could happen. I'm slightly sorry (but not really) to report that we decided to go with brother and sister, because these people might see us again in town or something, so no hanky panky.

When we got there, we were fashionably late, but had plenty of time to get settled. Kate and Roger and Liam and Kevin (who were being allowed to stay up for the ball drop and so forth) were there, as were a couple who were friends of theirs and their son, who was a college student probably Sveta's age. Kate said she'd expected some other people, but the weather wasn't great so maybe they decided not to come after all. It was relaxed, enough people to have a party but not a big party at all, sitting around, talking, making jokes, really my sort of party.

The couple (let's call them Fred and Cathleen) weren't as old as my parents, but must have had a kid early because he (Dan) was older than Sveta. The parents were nice, didn't seem shocked when I introduced Sveta as my girlfriend, made good conversation, and so on. They seemed to be the same type of people as Kate and Roger, maybe aging hippies, maybe just free spirits. There was plenty of booze going around, and Sveta didn't even get asked; Fred was acting as bartender and made her a Mudslide which would have knocked over a brick wall. So suffice to say that things were plenty loose come about 11PM.

I had drunk a certain amount of Sveta's drink because I was afraid if I didn't she'd die of alcohol poisoning, and I'd had my own vodka tonic with lime freshened several times as well. Mike was sticking with beer, but he seemed to be just as drunk as the rest of us. Sveta was... well, she was schnockered, and I blame myself for that, but hey, it's New Year's Eve, you only live once, etc. It had been made clear at the outset that no one was going home that night, we'd all be sleeping there (they took our keys, good folk that they are) so there was no real worry about overindulging a little.

She and Dan were getting along quite well, talking about college. I kept whispering in her ear, "I bet I know who you want to kiss at midnight," which now seems a little nasty, frankly, but at the time seemed funny. I'll let you in on the end of the story: she kissed me at midnight. Awwwww.

Mike was essentially being propositioned by Kate. It was pretty amusing, actually. She was all over him. Now he knows all about her, but either he had forgotten or he was finding it amusing too and playing a little hard to get, not enough to turn her off, just enough to be a tease. Since Fred and Cath didn't seem to be paying much attention to that, either they were oblivious or they didn't care. Roger would look over at his wife trying to feel up my brother sometimes, but he was having a chat with Fred about something. I was talking to Cath, in between trying to convince Sveta to proposition Dan. I honestly don't remember a lot of the conversation, not because I was blitzed but because it was the general sort of conversation one has at parties, jokes, stories, that sort of thing.

Fred finally said, "Hey Rog, why aren't we burning the last joint of the decade right now?" So yeah, leaning toward aging hippy, although not really old enough to be a real hippy.

Cath gave him a look. "Fred, there's a time and a place..."

"Hell Cath, I'm sure the kids don't mind."

There was a bit more of this, playful on his part, slightly less-so on hers (there was a definite subtext there, but I'm not totally sure what it was because I wasn't paying all that much attention). Kate wanted to know if Mike smoked like his sister. He said he wasn't aware that I was such a stoner. Such a kidder, Mike. Sveta, of course, wanted to know if I was too. I said, "Yes, I've smoked pot before, happy?" Mike laughed and said he wasn't interested, but would be interested in something else, if Kate could stand to miss the burning of the decade's last joint (I politely refrained throughout from pointing out that the decade doesn't end until next year since we don't start counting by 0, which was good of me because no one really wants to hear that shit).

I wasn't sure what would happen. Then Kate started kissing Mike, reaching her hands into his pants, pulling his hands to her breasts (such as they are, sorry Kate but you make me look like Dolly Parton). I mean, we were all there, her kids were there, yet more reason why I really wonder exactly what the family dynamic is but am still to much of a wuss to say anything (I've climbed one mountain with Sveta, I'm not up for another until a few months have passed at least).

Eventually, she came up for air and said, "You all don't mind, do you? I want to be here for the smoking." I really wonder if the party was always intended to be like that, and if the people who didn't show up were similarly minded and if they had we would have had a massive fucking orgy. In which case, damn you weather!

Cath minded, I could tell. I think she's less comfortable with things. But she also appears to be completely subservient to her husband (in this weird sort of way, she seems like a soccer mom married into the wrong family or something). Roger didn't mind; he was too busy rolling a joint. Actually, he rolled several, from this monster bag of weed, it looked like it weighed a pound. I am so out of the drug scene that I have no idea what it actually was, or how much it cost, or whatever, but it was more than I'd ever seen in one place. Fred cheered, but he was somewhat occupied with the joints as well, getting out a lighter, kibitzing Roger's selection of things to put in (like I said, not a pot connoisseur, never bought it myself, don't know from a pile of oregano).

Sveta blushed a little, looked at me, looked at Dan. Dan shook his head as if to say, "Oy, my parents." I was perfectly okay with it, if perhaps a little weirded out by the party suddenly devolving into a drug-fueled orgy. Also, I was still wondering if I should smoke, or if I should try to talk Sveta out of smoking if it was offered to her.

Liam was watching. That kid is either exactly like I was at that age (or maybe it'd be more fair to say exactly like Mike was) or he's going to grow up extremely screwed up. Kevin was interested in the TV and pretty much ignoring us.

It was coming up on midnight when the joint began making the rounds. Roger took a hit, let Fred get a lungful, then offered it to his wife, who was rounding the bases in Mike's lap (not that Mike wasn't a willing participant). Kate wanted Mike to take a hit too, was practically begging him, but he shook his head with a smile. I asked him later whether he was against drugs or what, and he said he just wasn't feeling it. Okay, fine by me, I wasn't completely feeling it either.

Fortunately, while Roger offered me the joint, when I decided against it (I was foggy enough with the booze) he didn't move on to the youngsters. Dan wasn't at all interested, I could tell; he was much more interested in Sveta. Sveta looked a little like she wished she'd been offered so she could have made a choice one way or the other, and honestly I'm sorry she didn't get to make a choice, because she's old enough to make that choice. I guess I might be happier if she said no, but I'm not going to be hypocritical. She'll have time to experiment in college, and hey, if she smokes pot, what the fuck.

It essentially devolved into Fred and Roger taking turns, occasionally passing it to Kate when she asked for it, which she did less and less as she became more and more busy with Mike. Her shirt was open, her tits were out, and Mike was nuzzling her nipples, one of his hands up under her dress. And Liam was hard as a rock, sitting there watching his mom get fingerfucked by a strange guy. Once again, something going on there, don't know what, will have to find out eventually, just not now.

There were five minutes to midnight, Kate broke away and said she didn't want to miss it, so we all sat and cheered as the seconds counted down (we were all pretty much in a state of drunkenness where we would cheer at anything at that point, even Cath, who might not have been interested in pot but was definitely sucking down Tom Collinses like it was going out of style.

The ball dropped, 10 9 8, all that, and then "Happy New Year!" screamed everyone, including Liam and Kevin. And as I said, Sveta gave me a kiss, which I returned, and that occupied us for a while. I'm pretty sure that Fred gave his wife a kiss, and Roger gave Kate a kiss even though she was snogging away with Mike at that point. When I stopped kissing Sveta, I felt sorry for Dan, who was sitting there with no one to kiss, so I got up, leaned over him, and said, "Happy New Year," in an incredibly accidentally sultry voice. I swear, I wasn't trying to do anything other than be nice, but it came out like I was coming out of a cake. Probably giving him a straight shot at my breasts didn't help that impression either. Then I kissed him, which was a little awkward.

"Wait, I thought you two..." he said, confused.

"Oh, we are," I said, sitting down again. "But if you'd like to give Sveta a kiss too, I bet she wouldn't say no."

So she and Dan kissed. Poor kid, thought he was chatting with a pair of lesbians. Oh well, he was more than paid back. I looked over and God damn if Kate didn't have her skirt hiked up and was pulling off her underwear (see, always go commando if you think something like this might happen, best policy). The room got a flash of her pussy as she did so.

Cath, obviously still feeling a little awkward, said, "Kate, hun, you want me to put the tykes to bed?"

"No!" said Kevin, surprisingly. I guess he wanted to stay up and see more fireworks.

"Oh, let them stay up a bit longer," said Kate, which would have been normal if it weren't for the fact that at that moment her son was watching intently as Mike fingered her pussy, now pretty much exposed to everyone. "It's okay. They can watch the TV." Well, that was half-true.

"Mike, you act fast," laughed Fred, taking a drag. "But then Kate's always been a good woman." This seemed to make Cath incredibly uncomfortable.

I looked back, and Sveta and Dan were sitting staring stupidly at one another. Ah, kids and booze and lust, not a good combo. "Well sweetie, do you want to ask Dan someplace more private by yourself, or can I join in the fun?" I asked her.

His eyes got wide. She blushed and giggled. If she had been sober, I would never have said anything like that, but then if I had been sober I probably wouldn't have either. I'm not excusing myself, just that's the way things are.

At that point I heard Kate cumming. "Go on dear and take the kids to bed," said Fred to his wife. "Rog and I are going to finish this bone off and then I'm thinking a little shut-eye will do me good too, let the youngsters have their space." He really sounded like a combination of an indulgent grandfather and a hippy. Truly a little weird, combined with the relationship between him and his wife.

I don't think Liam or Kevin wanted to go to bed, but for very different reasons. Liam walked out of the room leaned over a little like all young men do when they're trying to hide erections. I'm sure he went straight to his room and rubbed a big one out. Which isn't a bad way to usher in the new year. Still, if I'd have been him, I would have been really disappointed that I didn't get to stay around and watch my mom fuck Mike.

I said goodnight to Cath because I felt a little sorry for her. Dan and Sveta were kissing again, and Kate was on her knees in front of Mike, bare-ass, sucking his cock. Roger and Fred didn't seem to give a shit. Probably too stoned. Ah well, I was nice.

Mike said, after a few moments, that he was going to cum, which made Roger and Fred laugh, which made Fred cough because he was in the middle of a toke, which made them both laugh harder. Dan came up for air from kissing Sveta to roll his eyes again as if to say, "Oy, my father." Fred said, "Okay, that's my cue," and got unsteadily to his feet, said, "Night all," and staggered off in the direction of the guest bedroom, I assumed.

Roger came over to me and slurred in my ear, "So, you're without a partner and so am I..." Well, something like that. He was pretty out of it. I let him sit next to me and start feeling me up, but I wasn't really interested. I wanted to encourage Sveta and Dan to move on from just kissing to something a bit more interesting for both of them.

"Can Dan and Sveta use your room since you and Kate are out here?" I asked Roger, and he just slurred something against my neck, so I said, "Dan, Sveta, let me show you a room where you can be a bit more private."

"Private? Really?" Dan, not the quickest on the uptake apparently. Sveta was already getting up and ready to follow me. "I mean, really?"

"It's okay, I just don't want to do it out here," she said. Or something like that; poor Sveta was a little sloppy too.

We went to the bedroom. Roger stayed in the living room and started smoking another joint. Kate was on her hands and knees on the floor when we left, and Mike was removing his clothes. How often do you get to fuck a wife while her husband watches? I don't think Mike gets that any more than I do, so he was perfectly okay with it.

Once we got to the bedroom, I forgot all my plans to go back out and catch some Kate/Mike action. I started kissing Dan too, once all three of us wound up on the bed. He really had no idea what to do; Sveta was taking the lead, which was great to see. She pulled her dress off over her head without unzipping it, reached back and undid her bra, and there she was, naked and just as cute as all get out. And if she could do it, so could I, so I pulled my dress off, didn't even have to bother with a bra because my dress had built in support, and Dan was gobsmacked by two sexy women ready to do whatever he wanted.

The pressure may have been a bit much to start with. I whispered to Sveta that maybe she should take his clothes off too. He wasn't bad looking at all, and once we got him down to just his underwear, he was sporting a very large bulge in them which promised plenty of excitement. I felt like kissing him again while she pulled off his undies, and then we were all there in a strange bedroom, totally naked, me kissing Dan, Sveta sloppily sucking his cock. I could tell it was a little sloppy because it was noisy, but hey, noisy head is fun too, right?

Dan didn't know what had hit him. He came in Sveta's mouth without any warning, but she was a good girl and brought me a little to taste. "Can I go first?" she asked me, giving me a kiss, so I moved down and worked on Dan's cock, which, true to college guy form, got hard again quite quickly. Honestly, he was a little drunk, but probably less than even I was. I didn't keep track of what he was drinking, so maybe he can just hold his liquor, or maybe he was being responsible. I can't even take a guess on that.

I know, I should have been the responsible, mature adult, gotten a condom from my purse (I had them, always carry them). But I am not the responsible, mature adult. Or at least I wasn't then. I just aimed him up at Sveta's spread pussy as she straddled him and let her sink back down onto him. I am not proud. She's not going to get knocked up, but still, protection is important. There, I've beaten myself up about it enough.

He lasted longer now that the pressure had been taken off a little, and he enjoyed me stroking his balls as Sveta bounced, giggling, on his cock. He even reached over with his hand and started feeling me up as I shifted my ass a little closer and spread my legs to let him play all he wanted. I came, a small O but a nice beginning, and then he tried to stop Sveta, said something about being ready, but she didn't stop bouncing and he had no real choice but to go off inside her. Which was exactly what she wanted, so no harm there.

She kept bouncing and giggling until he begged her to stop, practically squirmed out from underneath her. She was being a silly drunk sweetie, which I thought was sexy as hell and anyway I wanted to eat the cum out of her, so I flipped her, still giggling, onto the bed and dove between her legs. I never get tired of the way she tastes, the way she cums, and now the way she tastes when she's got cum in her. She stopped giggling and started moaning, much more loudly than she usually is, and I felt Dan's hand on my rump again, exploring my cunt, then he shifted up to the head of the bed so he could get a better look.

"Feel free to taste too," I said, coming up for air briefly, and then settled back into building Sveta up to orgasm, which came like a rush without much warning, left a big wet spot on the bedspread. Ah well, sorry Kate and Roger, hope it came out in the wash. Dan chose that moment to nibble my clit, which made me gasp, which meant that I blew air on Sveta's steaming hot, incredibly wet pussy as she was cumming, which made her scream and clamp her legs around my head and spurt juice up my nose. Honestly, in hindsight, aside from the fact that I obviously need to try it again now that I know what to expect, it wasn't funny then but it is now. Then, I felt like I was going to drown.

I coughed, which apparently made it even better for Sveta (I'd never thought to try blowing on her pussy while she was cumming, since usually I'm trying to lap up the sweetness, but maybe it was the moment and it'll never work again, not that I'm not planning on trying it). Her rear was bouncing on the bed, her hands were gripping the covers, her thighs were crushing my skull. And then Dan did something, I'm not sure what, and the top half of me was struggling for air while the bottom half decided, "Hey, fuck you Lexi, I'm going to cum right now." Surreal, a bit.

Things calmed down, I rolled over and let Dan get between my legs, first with his tongue, which was drunken and skilless but still enjoyable, and then when he was ready with his cock, which speared me nicely, gave me a good long O, then pulled out before I could say "Boo" and shot a weak load of spunk onto my belly. Sveta licked that up, and then she and Dan were kind of making out, and it looked like I was a bit of a third wheel at the moment, so I said I was going to check on things in the other room and staggered out, sweaty, totally naked, and still a bit cummy.

Mike was fucking Kate from behind, both completely naked, on the floor, while right next to them, Roger was lying, asleep, his cock out and limp, his hand near it, like he had been trying to join in when he passed out. I went and gave Kate a kiss, gave Mike a look which warned him not to try any funny business (I was sobering up at that point, having not had anything to drink for an hour or more), then sat back and let them finish.

"Dan and Sveta?" asked Mike, thrusting into Kate, who wasn't able to talk, she was panting so hard. I don't think she was used to a cock larger than Roger's, and Mike's is definitely bigger than Roger's. He told me later that he was smashing into her cervix almost every time he forgot and did anything even remotely firm. She's incredibly shallow, is Kate.

"Why? You want to join in?" I said with a grin.

"Oh no, what would I do?" he said. "Kate's more than enough woman for me." He bent and she turned her head and let him kiss her. It was very surreal, to be there right next to her husband.

"Lexi, can you get him to bed?" On the couch or something," said Kate after she caught her breath. "If the kids are in our room."

So Lexi, cold, naked, and unloved, got to hoist Roger up, get groped drunkenly, and convince him that he should just lie down on the couch. It was not my idea of a good time. Plus, Mike came while I was doing it, in Kate's mouth, and she swallowed so I didn't get to taste. Not, I guess, that I could have tasted anyway.

"Up for another?" she asked him. I decided that discretion was the better part of valor in this case, because Mike was definitely up for another and the pot and booze had apparently made Kate as horny as a schoolgirl on Saturday, and I didn't want to be the third wheel any more. So I went back to the room, where I found Dan sitting on the edge of the bed with a look of "Holy shit, I can't believe it," on his face, and Sveta snoring, curled up on one side of the bed.

"Oh shit, Lexi, do you want me to go find someplace to sleep? Because she said she wanted to sleep and curled up over there, and I didn't know if... it was okay..."

"Hun, she's a bit of a lightweight," I said with a laugh. "Did you get what you wanted?"

"You mean, did we..."

"You got off, right?"

"Yeah. Sorry."

"Sorry? Why the hell are you sorry? Good for you. Ready to call it a night?"

"Are you..."

"Yes, I'm asking if you want anything else from me?" Nice guy, a bit overwhelmed. When I get into my element like this, I'm all business. I mean, I would have been perfectly happy to just tell him, "You, back on the bed, cock hard, I want some in my pussy this time damn it." Or better yet, "You, in my ass, now." But I'm not a dominatrix, never have been.

But damn if he didn't tell me he would like to do me again. Not in so many words, but eventually we were kissing, body to body, his hands wrapped around my ass, with Sveta curled up next to us. She looked up at a certain point when I was on my hands and knees and he was pounding my cunt from behind, grinned sleepily, and then closed her eyes again. I think she just wanted to make sure she wasn't dreaming.

I finally got my creampie, which was so weak I couldn't even really tell I'd gotten it, but he stiffened up and the requisite noises and pressures came from behind me, so unless he was really good at faking it, I got mine. Then he was all set to go find another bunk, but I said he could stay, as long as he didn't mind that I wanted to hold Sveta and would probably toss and turn a lot.

He'd never had a threesome before, but he wasn't exactly without experience. He didn't say as much, but I think it's possible that he's been with Kate before, or at least he wasn't surprised that Kate would fuck my brother in front of everyone. We talked a little, me with my arms around Sveta, him shy at first but then coming closer to me. His cock even got hard again, but we weren't really awake at that point, although I didn't mind when he pressed closer so it slipped between my legs. I wasn't sure if he was going to start fucking me again, but he dropped off before anything happened and the hardon slowly subsided.

In the morning, things were different. Dan was incredibly awkward, like he still couldn't believe that he'd actually done any of the things he'd done. Sveta was hungover and feeling lousy. I felt a bit of a hangover, but a glass of water and a trip to the bathroom fixed that. Cath was making breakfast when I woke up, and she didn't say anything about me being naked, but she didn't look like she was having that much fun. I feel sorry for her, not because I think she should have had fun, but because I've been in that type of situation, where I was in a position I didn't like, and it sucks. Also, her husband is weird. Hell, Kate and Roger are pretty weird.

Roger didn't wake up. He was down for the count. Kate said he slept until the next day, practically. Kate was lying on Mike on the other couch, both still naked. Mike looked up and gave me a smile and whispered that he didn't want to disturb Kate, who didn't wake up for another hour. That's the price you pay for getting to fuck her, I guess; she sleeps on your chest afterward.

Fred was sleeping it off too. We saw him briefly before we left, but he looked ill. Overindulgence, people, never a good thing. Mike and I felt reasonably none the worse for wear, although we both have since felt the aftereffects in various ways. Mike has a crick in his neck from sleeping like that, and I think my immune system was compromised a bit by partying. Still, we were moderate.

Sveta has sworn off Mudslides, but she remembers pretty much the whole evening and pronounced it a fuckton of fun (she got the word from me, thank you very much). And she too seems none the worse for wear, even if she was a bit green for the rest of New Year's Day. And Dan continued to look exactly as shocked every time we saw him, like he was living in a wonderful fantasy world. I didn't think we were that good, not drunk like that, but hell, beggars can't be choosers, right? No, only kidding, Sveta was dynamite, and I was a decent emergency backup dynamite. She is a sex goddess. Me, I'm content to worship at her altar as often as possible.

One last bit of news to report; Liam and I ran into each other while I was going to use the bathroom, him in his underwear, me in nothing. Which was a bit awkward, except it seemed to make his day. Oh well, I'm really okay with being the object of sexual fantasy for anyone, so why not a poor, sex-starved tween? I didn't force myself on him, he was the one who looked at me, and anyway, it wasn't anything he hadn't seen before. At some point I really am going to figure out what's up with Kate's family, but as I said, for right now, I'm content with knowing that her son is thinking of me while he touches himself. I'm honored, in fact.

So that was New Year's, and if it seems like I'm incredibly lucky, well, I am, but also remember that this kind of thing happens to me maybe once a year. What better excuse than New Year's Eve?

Sick

I have a post all planned, half done, had to go to bed last night in the middle because I wasn't feeling great, and now I'm really feeling lousy. Stupid sinuses. But don't worry, the story of the New Year's Party is coming up as soon as I can shake off the sick. Worth waiting for. I'd post what I have, but that would be an even bigger tease.

Short But Sweet

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