Just So I'm Not A Liar

This probably should have been just the end of the last post, but I got tired.

So the next day was the final show with Kari. Which made me a little sad, as I said. We were pretty quiet during the run of the show, and I wondered if maybe she was feeling a little down about it too.

The curtain call came, I hit the last cue, and there she was standing next to me. "I figure we've got maybe five minutes while everything clears out before they expect me to start working," she said in an urgent tone. "I can cum in five. Wanna make me?" 

Which is hardly the worst pickup line in the history of pickup lines. Honestly, "I can cum in five minutes. Wanna make me?" is a good line if you're female-presenting. Masc folks, sorry, it's not the draw for you. Anyway.

I like a challenge, so I pulled down her pants and panties in a rush, then put my head between her legs and went to work. I was secretly incredibly turned on by the idea that someone would come into the booth looking for one or both of us, but at the same time terrified by that same idea.

I may have gone a bit heavy on her clit, but I got the O out of her in short order. Then she pulled me up, gave me a big kiss, pulled up her pants, and we left it at that. Didn't really say goodbye. She went and did her job, I went and did mine. She did cast me a glance which could have meant a number of things when it was time for her to leave, but we were formal.

I went home and told Sveta and Zoe I needed both of them to work me over a little, which they did in suitably adoring fashion. Not that I didn't give as good as I got. At a certain point Sveta was eating me out while Zoe sat on my face so hard I was having trouble breathing, and I'm pretty sure Zoe was fingering Sveta simultaneously.

Afterward I told them why I needed it so bad, and they were suitably sympathetic. Zoe thought Kari had been a bit rude. Sveta refused judgment.

And then Kari emailed me the next day and told me she'd slept with another cast member. I couldn't help feeling a little jealous, not that I've got anything to be jealous about. More jealous for the freedom of the road. Not that I want that. Like I said, I'm too old for touring.

And then I got over it and wrote her back congratulating her and hoping she has a good remainder of her tour. They're reasonably local so there's a pretty good chance I'll see her again. Honestly, now that the immediacy and novelty is gone, I still miss her a little, just because it was nice to be able to talk shop while snuggling.

Anyway, hope you all enjoyed the semi-regular in updates. I'm in a fairly busy time at work right now but who knows what'll happen?

All the Fun

Daddy came over the other day and whisked me off to his car. I wish he could just come in and fuck us all properly, but he said he was just there for me. For Zoe's benefit we invented some sort of business which needed to be transacted, Sveta gave me a knowing look that looked a bit jealous, and then off to the car we went.

"I'm getting too old for car sex," Dad said as we drove. "But I can't spare the time to take you back home."

"I'll ride," I said eagerly.

We found a deserted spot free from any lookers-on, and then I gave him a 5-star blowjob. Worked the head, the shaft, got it down my throat, bumped my cheek against the steering wheel, the whole bit. It's been a while since I gave head in the front seat of a car. Well, since I gave head to a penis.

"I'm not gonna be satisfied with just your mouth, girly," he chuckled after a while.

"Me neither," I said. He tucked himself back into his pants, I readjusted my top a little, and then we got into the back seat. A car drove by close enough that we worried for a minute, but it was twilight at that point and they kept moving, so either they didn't see or they didn't care. I confess, a small part of me was thrilled by the illicitness of it all, and an even smaller part wished they'd stopped and asked to join.

Because I hadn't been forewarned, I was wearing sensible clothes, so I had to pull my pants and panties down, but when I settled my butt back onto his erection, I felt complete. I still haven't gotten tired of the feeling of my Dad spreading me with his monster cock. I remember the first time feeling the same way. I hope it always does.

We fucked side-saddle for a while, slowly, me rocking my ass a little to thrust him deeper into me. Then he said, "Fuck it, let's find a more comfortable position. I'm never going to get off this way."

We decamped to the great outdoors, fully dark this time, and he fetched me up against the hood of his car, trapped my legs with my pants and panties, and fucked me hard from behind. Masterfully, I might add. Yes, I'm biased, but I wish people who would enjoy it could experience my Dad. He doesn't get out enough anymore.

We had been chatting while we fucked side-saddle but that was all forgotten in the rush to go harder, until finally after I cam multiple times he unloaded a huge load into me. Like a good girl I knelt and cleaned his cock off, then he put himself together, I did the same, and we drove back to my house. He dropped me off. "I don't want to give Sveta any ideas," he said with a grin.

Zoe didn't remark on my need to have Sveta eat me out, immediately. She accepted, "I saw a cute girl and obviously I couldn't do anything about it until now," as an excuse. At least, I hope she did. Sveta enjoyed licking the cream out of me, and I enjoyed cumming yet again before Sveta gave me a look which said, "You've been having all the fun," and went over to Zoe, who was reading on the couch nearby. Sveta spread Zoe's legs, pulled aside the underwear, and started licking Zoe's pussy while I enjoyed the afterglow.

The two of them made love for a long time, swapping back and forth, and I didn't join in. After all, I had been having all the fun.

Watersports Request

A kind reader who knows who they are wrote asking for more Zoe piss stories, and frankly I shouldn't have needed the encouragement to instigate some, but I did. We hadn't really even discussed it since the first time the first time. So I took the initiative.

"Zoe, how do you feel about drinking some pee?" I asked her while we were sitting together on the couch doing nothing.

She got beet red and covered her mouth with her hands and stammered something while looking straight at Sveta.

"Honey, I don't care. I think it's wonderful that you two enjoy it," Sveta said. "It's nothing to be ashamed of." But she was a little rosy in the face as well, and she scolded me, "Lexi, don't mess with the poor girl."

"I just wondered. There's no reason to be coy about it. After all, weren't you two just all up in each other's cunts not an hour ago?" This was true, but I was also shit-stirring.

"That's different!" gasped Zoe, who still hasn't really gotten used to the easy way I talk about being all up in people's cunts.

"How so?"

"It just is!"

"Well, next time I'll write you a letter. Dear Zoe, would you do me the honour of supping upon my urine. Yours, Lady Harkbush-Quackbottom III." I actually don't remember what name I used. It was something like that.

Sveta giggled and then composed herself. "Be nice," she said to me sternly. "Zoe, if you want to, just say the word. But don't let her pressure you into anything."

"I mean..." Zoe prevaricated.

"See? It's fine." I am horrible.

The upshot was that, while I didn't tell her that I was only doing it for the blog and my kind reader, Zoe abashedly admitted that yes, she would like to sample the delights of the the shower of gold.

And once we got to the bathroom, she went all subby again. Practically begged me to piss down her throat. Who am I to refuse?

Unlike the first time I had planned ahead and hydrated properly (which one should always do, regardless of whether one is planning to engage in watersports) so I had plenty of juice to share. And having examined my motives and feelings. I was feeling a bit better about being a top in this situation. I don't top Sveta particularly but Zoe really likes it.

I pulled her down to level with my pussy and then told her to open wide. My hand was tangled in her hair and her face was just so happy. I let out a trickle at first, pulling her face to my pubis and spreading my legs a little. It's a bit awkward; guys have it much easier. But her lips were locked around the source and she was suckling, so I let her have a little more. My bladder control isn't porn-star level or anything, but I was able to cut off the flow without overflowing her mouth.

"Now I want you to lie back and let me cover you with warmth," I said, or words to that effect. Zoe was obediently lying supine before me and I squatted over her body and directed the stream a little. I don't think I covered her, exactly, but I got her very wet.

"Now clean me up, there's a good girl." I don't always top aggressively. Sometimes I'm more like Mary Poppins, who would make a terrific Domme if you ask me. I would totally do whatever Mary told me to do.

Zoe licked my pussy clean of any remnants, kept licking as I pulled her head closer to my pelvis, licked the way she knows I like until I had a small O and released her. She sat there on her haunches like an expectant child.

"Do you need to go?" I asked her. She nodded. "Go put on a pair of panties for me."

She ran out of the room like a greased pig. I had a moment's worry that she was leaving pissy footprints all over the house, but I hadn't really gotten more than her torso and her feet were still clean. She trotted back in wearing a pair of cute white cotton panties.

That's one thing I really appreciate about Zoe. She doesn't go in for frills in the undergarment front, but she does wear the most innocent little panties ever. Perfect for peeing in.

"I want to see you piss those cute little panties," I said. They were already a little damp from my contribution, but the crotch was unmarred. 

She sighed with gratitude and squatted in the tub in front of me. And then she let go. I expected her to need to warm up to it, but nope, she just let fly. The urine trickled down her leg, the cotton of the panties became practically see-through, and she shuddered with what I can only assume was pleasure. "Play with yourself through those messy panties," I said.

"How do you know how to do this so well," she said, reaching down and starting to diddle through the wet fabric. "It's just what I wanted."

I didn't really know how to answer. I don't take flattery particularly well, and in this case I had just been winging it, seeing what stuck. It would have been much better to discuss it beforehand but Zoe isn't ready for that yet, so I do a bit of guessing.

Instead of answering, I pulled her face to my pussy. "Less talking, more licking," I said, not unkimdly.

She eventually got me off again, and judging by her flush, she did herself as well. "Can we try something?" she asked me.

"Sure thing, kid." I wasn't really feeling particularly dominant at that point. The afterglow and all that. I was pondering turning on the shower and cleaning us off.

"Do you have any left?" 

Did I? Yeah, I had built up the reserves a little expecting they might be needed. "Sure honey."

"I want to try, you know, scissoring while you pee. I wish you could put it inside me." 

"I'd love to. Do you want to go too?" 

"Yes."

She stripped off the wet panties and we managed to get into a position where our piss-slick pussies could rub against one another. I wish I had a bigger bathtub.

She started making little whimpers as we slowly rubbed, then I said, "Here you go, girl," and released the last of my bladder onto her. She must have done the same, though I couldn't really feel it. I did feel her cum against me, though I'm afraid it was more on my thigh than anything else. Then I pulled her into an embrace. "Did you like that?" 

"Loved it."

So I gained a few brownie points with Zoe. And that's no bad thing. She makes a mean brownie.

Holiday Festivities II

So we were invited to Kate's house for New Years Eve. And Zoe was invited as well. I made it perfectly plain to Kate that this was not going to be a revelation evening for Zoe. Kate said it was fine, she'd just smoke us up and we'd see what happened. Zoe already knows about Liam, and as long as Liam kept his hands off his mom, we were golden.

Liam, by way of update, has been enjoying himself at college, but has no steady thing. According to him, college girls don't know what they're doing. He swore me to secrecy before talking with me about it because he doesn't want Kate to get jealous, and frankly, I understand where he's coming from. Anyway, he has not bedded any nubile young things, at least that he's admitting, but he has fucked a teacher, though that's all I could get out of him on the subject. I told him to be careful but I wasn't judging.

In another positive, Kevin was going to be out with his boyfriend. I don't think they're old enough to be partying on New Years Eve like I'm sure they are, but Kate is much more laissez faire as a parent, and while I wish we could have seen Kevin, it made things simpler as far as awkwardness with Zoe was concerned.

Of course, when we got there Kate was already packing a pipe. No, that's not innuendo: she was filling a rather large-bowled pipe with copious amounts of marijuana. She was also less clothed than ideal, and I started to regret accepting the invitation.

But after we all smoked, Liam included, things mellowed out and we just hung out and talked. It was nice. At a certain point Liam did start feeling me up a little, but it wasn't super obvious and Zoe knows that Kate knows that Liam fucks me, so...?

I was also extremely fucked up by this point because I am a very cheap date when it comes to pot, so I may not have been making the best decisions. Ah well. At least if Liam was fooling around with me he wasn't fooling around with his mom, which would raise a whole lot of questions I wasn't prepared to answer.

It got a bit later and I got a lot hornier and higher, to the point where if I didn't do something about the former, the latter was going to have me whipping things out in public. And while everyone except Zoe would have been okay with that, we needed to preserve that fiction, right gals? So I whispered in his ear to meet me in his room, then excused myself to the bathroom. I don't think anyone was fooled when he excused himself shortly thereafter, but fuck it, it's New Years Eve and I wanted to get laid.

We wound up fucking on his bed, which is odd because usually when I'm over at Kate's everyone fucks in the living room or on the big bed. But I didn't think it was a great idea to introduce the wrinkle of us fucking in the family bed in case Zoe happened to walk in. It was a stoned fuck, which meant that I was a space case and felt like I was experiencing everything through a layer of smoke, but it was still nice, and he enjoyed being able to be a little rough with my ass. I lost track of time, and then suddenly Sveta was lying next to me.

"What?" I think were both my word and my expression.

"Oh, Kate kicked me out of the living room. She said she's going to show Zoe a good time since she's not getting to partake of this shindig."

"You mean she and Zoe..."

"Mom's fucking Zoe? Damn it, I want to see that," said Liam, sounding a little petulant.

"You're just jealous because you can't fuck Zoe," said Sveta, grinning.

So yeah, turns out that Liam and I fooled absolutely no one when it came to our stealth tactics, which gave rise to Zoe feeling extremely awkward but also asking Kate if she was okay with it. Fortunately we all rehearsed our stories. I feel terrible lying to her, but... yeah.

But it meant that Sveta, Liam, and Lexi were exiled to his room, which was fine with him. When Sveta intimated that she'd enjoy a little anal attention too, Liam was even more fine with that. So wifey and I got buttfucked in sequence and in tandem.

Then it was 11:46 or something like that and we rushed into our clothes because Kate was calling us to come to the living room for the ball drop. New Years Rockin' Eve or whatever had been playing in the background the whole evening. Well, no, that can't be true because they don't start it that early, but something had been on the TV in the background, and now it was ball drop time.

When we went out, Kate and Zoe were sitting together unabashedly naked. That wasn't part of the plan, but Zoe seemed okay with it, so we left it at that. When New Years hit, Kate wanted to kiss everyone. She deep-throated Zoe's tongue for a few moments, then gave Sveta and me the same treatment, and then, God help us all, gave the same treatment to her son. Zoe seemed pretty out of it but it was hard to miss his hand sneaking up and copping a feel on his mom's tit.

Kate offered more pot, and I was so high at this point that I couldn't say no, so we all smoked again. Then Kate said, "Now go away again," with a laugh and went in for Zoe, and we ushered poor Liam out of the room but not in time for him not to see his mom going down on Zoe.

"Why don't we just tell her?" asked Liam in his room.

"Because it's one thing for you two to be comfortable around each other, and it's another for her to know that you fuck," I said, or something like that. I was all floaty. Sveta was backing me up because she's made of sturdier stuff. We distracted Liam from thoughts of going back into the living room and joining in by plying him with blowjobs and then letting him slide his cock between our two pressed-together pussies, then thrusting into one, then the other, until I was really out of it and I'd probably cum several times, to say nothing of the amount of his cum pouring out of both of our pussies.

I passed out at that point, woke up much later, much soberer but still high, with Sveta and Liam passed out next to me. I almost woke up on the floor because his bed is not large. That, more than anything, propelled me into the living room, naked as a jay bird, to find Kate and Zoe passed out naked on the floor. I fell asleep on the couch, woke up still later with a blanket over me.

We finally left later on New Years Day, resisting the temptation to stay over again and do the whole thing over again, or who knows, maybe more. Zoe didn't say anything about the evening's festivities for several days, then she started apologizing to me about it until I told her to stop. I still don't know how much she remembers of Kate and Liam. If she brings it up, we'll figure out what to do then. Until then, it was fun.

Holiday Festivities

Hell, I'm only a month late. What's the world coming to?

So Christmas. Zoe had family entanglements for the actual holiday, which meant that, in a Christmas gift she didn't know she was getting us, Sveta and I got to go to my parents' house for Christmas. My brother was already there, which meant he'd gotten the formalities over with and could concentrate on pleasing Sveta, because she hadn't had a cock in ages. Not that my dad wasn't interested in pleasing Sveta too. But Sveta told him that he was to give his daughter a creampie or she would be very disappointed.

This was all arranged in advance, but when we got there Mike was fucking Mom. Because of course he was. He apologized but said that she'd needed one and Dad was saving it up for his girls. Mom was too busy cumming to apologize too, though she did afterward. We told them that was silly and that was that. As it was, Dad was sitting back and enjoying the view, so we got to help him enjoy it a little with some well-placed hands and lips.

Once Dad got hard enough to go, he cheated on me with Sveta for a while, just to warm up. Dad has the stamina of an ox, even now, and sometimes it's all we can do to get him to cum, so starting off in Sveta and then moving to me seemed like the best way to get Lexi her cream. Mike let me clean off his cock, so I got to taste Mom's pussy vicariously at least.

Then Sveta, having cum (cummed?) nicely thank you, hopped off and I bent over and let Dad have his way with my pussy while she sucked his cock a little. I was cumming when Dad thrust in the first time, which made me gasp and made my orgasm skip a beat, a sensation I always enjoy even if it is hard to achieve. Then he railed me for what felt like half an hour and may have been. I came a bunch of times. He finally flipped me over so we could be face to face while he pumped his cream into me. Delightful.

When I regained situational awareness Mike was eating out Sveta while Mom had decamped to the kitchen to get dinner prepped. I joined her, we chatted, Dad joined us, we all chatted, then dinner was ready and Sveta and Mike had reached a decent stopping point, so we all ate dinner. Then gifts. Nothing particularly of interest to the readers of this blog.

Then we had to go home so Mike sexed his big sister up good and proper, quickly and forcefully in my ass and then into my pussy to finish, which I let him do because he's the baby and he'd bitch and moan if I made him stop to clean off. I don't usually do ass-to-pussy as a rule but I break that rule all the time. Do as I say, kids, not as I do.

We went home and hosed off so when Zoe returned we wouldn't smell like a whorehouse after shore leave. Sveta basically showered and immediately passed out. I prowled around for a while and then did the same.

But wait, there's more. Part II will involve New Years Eve. But I so rarely post anymore that I'm breaking it up a little so you've got something to look forward to.

Oh, P.S. Sheri and Mari both called, we talked, everything is fine with them, they just couldn't get away for a visit this year.

At Last

Ok, I'm sorry, this is the long-awaited (by me) story of my actor prospect. I'm sorry, things were still kind of busy when I finally had a story to tell, and then I got sick. Don't get sick, kids. It's annoying. No, I didn't have COVID either. I got the fun traditional kind of sick.

But before that, the show finished up and we had a cast party. My actor friend needs a name. How about Darren? Darren was true to his word, didn't say anything to me about hooking up during the whole show process, didn't get impatient, was a total gentleman. Still young enough to be my son, but when has that ever stopped me before.

But at the cast party, he sidled up to me and said, "Is it cool to ask you out again now?"

To which I giggled and acted very much not my age. I swear, sometimes I'm like a schoolgirl. What can I say? His attentions were very flattering.

He'd met Sveta when she came to see the play, and I thought maybe that would dissuade him a little, but no, when I giggled he grinned and then put his hand on my waist like he wasn't several inches shorter than me. "Now I know you know some quiet places around here for us to get better acquainted," he said. Cocky. No, that's not fair. Confident. And I like a little confidence in a guy. I swear, he wasn't pushy or sleazy, just confident.

"I'm not sure I want to get to know you like that," I said. He looked slightly deflated, so I hurriedly clarified, "I mean, I'd like to get to know you in a more comfortable way. Not having to worry about someone walking in. That kind of thing."

"Oh, so it's like that now, is it?" The grin was back.

"I'd invite you home, but Sveta's there and I don't want to share you," I said. I didn't mention that Zoe was also there. No reason to make things complicated.

"No, no, tonight's all about you." And he glanced around to see if anyone was watching and then pulled me gently to him and kissed me, his hand on the upper curve of my ass, his tongue in my mouth, not forceful, just comfortable. So yeah, we made out for a while. I'm pretty sure some other people saw, and I'm not crazy about that because I don't want them to think that this was something that had been going on previously. But we're all adults, and if it makes me seem a little slutty, well, I'm a little slutty.

Finally we broke away and adjusted ourselves back to somewhat normal. He said, "I got an apartment but it's a bit of a drive." Which was okay because my house was a bit of a drive too. And neither of us could afford a motel or anything like that.

So I told him I'd see him there. He gave me the address and then said he was going to take off, "to get things ready for you."

I told him, "I don't need rose petals and candle light." He laughed at that.

I had to stay around and say goodbye to people and it took me longer than I wanted to to get out of there. My panties were drenched already, but I managed not to leave wet patches on any seats. Okay, there wasn't much danger of that, but I really wanted to get some.

I drove to Darren's apartment thinking what an idiot I was being, but at the same time really wanted to rip my clothes off in his doorway and just take him up against a wall. I'm not sure if you've ever had that feeling, but it's frustrating: the feeling that you need sex really badly but the way you're going about it is a bad idea. I don't know why I felt that way, really.

Darren invited me in. "No rose petals, but I did get a bottle of wine," he said.

"Let's worry about refreshments later," I said, and surprised him a little by kind of throwing myself at him. But he adapted quickly and pretty soon his hands were all over my ass while his kisses moved lower and lower on my collar bone.

I hadn't worn anything special as far as clothes, but underthings, well, I anticipated that it might happen so I dressed up a little. When he got to my red lace bra he enjoyed looking at it for a few moments, then cupping my breasts, which I instantly felt shy about because they're not very big and I was sure he wanted them to be bigger. I didn't say that, of course, but it pulled my arousal back a little, I confess.

But then he was licking and sucking my nipples very nicely, and all the doubts and fears and negative stuff went away and I let him take charge because it seemed like he wanted to. I was in just my panties pretty quickly after that, and he was loving my ass in those red lacy panties, let me tell you. It made me blush how much he was all about my ass.

Before he could get my panties off though, I had my hands in his pants and let's just say that his confidence wasn't supported by any physical abnormality in the size department. He was fine. Thicker than long, but just fine. I got his cock out and started sucking it and he was more than fine. Grower rather than a shower, I guess. Not anything I'd put in my top ten, but he was courteous about getting head and he didn't try to shove it down my throat even after I get it down my throat a few times.

"God, looking down at you doing that... damn girl," he said, which I enjoyed as a very nice compliment.

"Do you want me to get you off first, or...?"

"Oh no baby, I want to get you off first," he said. Okay then, mama like.

We had made it to his bedroom by this point, somehow, and he gently guided me to my back on his bed, then slipped off my panties and started going crazy between my legs. The confidence was definitely well-founded as far as his cunnilingus skills are concerned. I'm easy to get off, which he enjoyed, but it was good head. Once I was tingling and flushed and breathing heavily from the orgasm, he pulled his clothes off and joined me in the bed. I felt him press the head of his cock into my pussy, thought for a moment about condoms, dismissed the idea, and enjoyed his kisses as we slowly, firmly made love face to face.

"I love doing it like this," he confessed. "A lot of girls like it from behind or on top..."

"I love it too," I said, kissing him. "It's so intimate." Then I laughed. "A lot of girls?"

"Oh, sorry, don't want you to think I'm some kind of man-slut," he laughed. Then he thrust and drove all thoughts out of my head for a few minutes.

Once I came back to myself and he was still fucking away, I said, "So, not a man-slut, but you've got experience."

"A bit," he said, confidently. "I lost my virginity to my older sister's best friend when I was... well, young. And I've always enjoyed it, you know."

"Oh, me too. Enjoyed it, I mean."

"Speaking of enjoying it, where would you like it?"

"Inside me please."

"Really? Damn girl."

"You can't knock me up and I love the feeling."

"Well all right then." And he started thrusting faster and then grunted and came in me. Well, grunted is a polite way of saying it. His O face was kind of silly. I don't hold it against him, but he sounded like porn and he looked like he was getting kicked in the nuts. But it felt good all the same.

He got up and got us two glasses of wine. "So, you like it inside?" he said.

"Always have."

And then we swapped stories for a few minutes. He does have some experience, I'll give him that. I made up a polite lie about my first time, just that it was an older man, that kind of thing.

The wine gave me a bit of a buzz, not in a bad way, and I started jokingly stroking his cock, which he didn't mind at all, and then we were making out again and he was inside me again and we just thrust against each other for a while before he said, "You need a bit harder?"

"Yes please."

"You want to ride me?"

"I will if you want."

"Naw baby, let me do the work." And he guided me onto my hands and knees and then got behind me and grabbed my ass and started pumping. A nice hard fuck after the somewhat gentler one earlier was just want I wanted, particularly when I was a bit buzzed, and he lasted longer this time, long enough to give me two Os, then unloaded inside me without asking which was fine.

"I can't let you drive home," he said after giving me more wine.

So I called Sveta and let her know that I was okay, just spending the night with Darren. She laughed and told me to enjoy myself. I love my wife.

We talked some more, then he fell asleep and I snuggled him for a bit before falling asleep too.

When we woke up in the morning, or rather he woke me up gently stroking my pussy, we fucked again, though it was kind of sleepy and didn't really go anywhere. Then we took showers, separately because he didn't have much of a bathroom. Then as I was getting ready to leave, he kissed me and passions ignited and we found ourselves fucking again on his couch, me sitting in his lap, him concentrating his attention on my tits, which they enjoyed. He came inside me again, and then we straightened ourselves up and I finally had to say goodbye.

He has my number and we've talked, but we haven't been able to figure out a time to get together again because of work and sickness. I don't know if he'll be a regular thing, but I'm going to ride the train until they kick me off it.

Zoe's Secret Fetish

It's not that uncommon for people in this house to be watching porn. This might not come as much of a surprise. We try to keep it to times when it won't be a bother, so for instance we don't watch porn on the TV in the living room very often, and we don't watch porn when there are outsiders present. But despite the fact that it might seem like there would be no reason for any of us to need to tickle the tender tamale, what with willing partners around, all three of us sometimes just want to get off in as expedient a manner as possible.

I mention all this as prelude because walking in on someone watching porn is usually a non-issue. Occasionally someone will walk in on someone else slickly spelunking and offer to join in, but honestly usually it's just a matter of saying hey, I'll leave you to it. Masturbation, despite my enjoying numerous funny ways of referring to it, is no big deal. It's just something you do.

So when I came into the room and Zoe immediately hid her phone from me, even though it was clear that she'd been making solo clam chowder, I wondered what was up. I asked her what was up. She said, "Oh, nothing much." But she's not practiced in the art of being nonchalant about playing with her joy buzzer in my company, so it was clear something had been up. If she'd been a guy, she would have been hard as a rock.

As it was, I mostly chalked it up to Zoe's inexperience. Sometimes Sveta even gets a little shy about dancing the two-finger tango. Me, I'm over shyness about fingering myself, but I was just raised that way. Old habits die hard.

Anyway, I let it go, left the room, let her get back to it, figured that was that. But it kept happening. I don't mean it happened every time I came into the room or anything, but I "caught" Zoe giving herself panty CPR more than once over the course of the following few days, and she was always extremely coy about it.

So I figured, hey, gal's got a secret fetish she's not letting on about. That's cool. Communication is key, but it takes time. I even harbored a small hope that maybe Zoe was turned on by incest and that would make everything so much easier, but I also know that liking incest porn and being okay with the real thing are two very different things, so it was a very small hope.

Then one day I was watching porn myself on my computer and had managed to stray pretty far afield from my typical fare. I had found this fetish model who was super into piss, and while I hadn't been looking for it, it tickled a certain fancy, so I was watching this model piss in the woods or something like that and didn't even notice that Zoe had come in until she said, "Oh my god, you like it too?!"

Understand that I haven't told Zoe everything. I haven't told Zoe a lot of things. Zoe is blissfully unaware of this blog, for example. She also has no idea how well-traveled I am, sexually. I haven't hidden it from her, but I haven't held story time or anything. She knows what she's asked about and if I haven't volunteered additional information, that's on me I guess.

So poor Zoe had no idea that she wasn't just some sick freak who enjoyed watersports. I guess it's partially on her for not being honest about it, but come on, she's young, relatively inexperienced, and Sveta and I have never brought it up.

Thus I got to have a delightful conversation about piss play with Zoe, piss play novice. She was extremely eager though, once she got over the initial shock. And she's definitely subbe in this regard. Has no interest in peeing on anyone, really, but is definitely down for being used to pee on, in, or around.

Sveta and I have tried a little watersports stuff, but she's not that into it, and I am largely dominant with other women when it comes to lesbian piss play. But hey, Zoe wanted it, wanted it bad, so who was I to say no to being given the gift of a gal who wants a little domination?

It didn't take much to get me to adjourn to the bathroom, though I did tell Zoe that it would be even better if we had a better tub. She was practically begging to eat me out while I pissed on her though. We stripped down and I let the girl get to work revving up my engine, which didn't take much, then I stopped her and said, "I think maybe your first time, you should take it slow, okay?"

"Okay Lexi," she said, looking up at me with these liquid eyes that just made me want to throw caution to the winds and fill her stomach with gold. I resisted. Time enough for that later.

I really should have drunk more water and waited, so it wouldn't be quite as strong a taste, but she didn't want to wait and honestly neither did I. "Open your mouth," I said, gently but firmly. She obeyed. "Now, stick your tongue out and just taste it first." And I relaxed a little and let the piss trickle onto her tongue.

And she loved it.

Caution was thrown decidedly to the winds shortly thereafter because Zoe was doing the throwing. I pulled her head to my cunt, let her lips wrap around my pubis, and then let flow, and God damn if she didn't start drinking it like she was made for it. It's not like in porn where they let it spill out so you can see it. She wanted all of it, and she got it.

I came up empty before either of us were really ready to stop, but then I pulled her up to kiss her, tasting my pussy and my piss on her lips. Then we fucked, hard, in the shower, with a strapon, me behind her pulling her back onto me. I didn't cum until I forcefully pulled her face down to my pussy and ordered her to lick me clean.

Then after that, I felt really guilty for being so forceful, so I helped her to bed and spent a long time tenderly licking her vulva until she begged me to stop because she couldn't stand to cum anymore.

It was, in a word, hot. Hot as hell, in fact. We discussed it and she was totally game, wanted more. Plus she's interested in peeing her panties, or doing it outside. It's getting too cold to do that these days, but who knows?

Anyway, Zoe's a little piss freak. Who would have guessed?

Swimwear Makes Me Horny

I'm back. I told you I would be.

The title of this post is the God's honest truth: I love a gal in a bikini, including myself. Wearing a swimsuit, of any sort, seems to press my buttons a little. I don't know if it's the exposed nature of it or what.

Anyway, Sveta, Zoe, and I went to the local pool the other day and met with some friends. You probably don't remember Jax and Poppy because the last time I talked about them was so long ago I was still working retail, but we've stayed in touch, though we didn't really see each other that often. They came to the wedding though and were part of the terrific after-after-party. Anyway, they invited us to the pool, and said quietly to me that they wanted to meet more of Miss Zoe (they'd met her previously, but they wanted some alone time with her), so we accepted.

I wasn't feeling awesome about my body that day. That's a regular feature of me recently, I'm afraid. I'm not fishing for compliments, but getting older and weighing a few more pounds puts me into a mild dysphoria or something like that. Anyway, I had to be practically shoved into my bathing suit by Sveta. It didn't help that she looked so amazing in hers that I just wanted to take it off her again. And then Zoe looked great in hers too, and I felt like the Ugly Duckling with all this nubile young flesh about. But once in my suit, it worked its magic and I didn't want to bother going to to the pool, I just wanted to invited Jax and Poppy back to our house and skip the great outdoors altogether.

But we had fun. Poppy was wearing a fairly conservative one-piece but it still managed to flatter her curves, and Jax was wearing these frilly things that looked like they were about ready to fall off of her and just made me wish it was a private pool. We did the usual silly things, splashed each other, acted not at all our age, generally just made people wish they were us, I guess.

I started fooling with Jax almost immediately. She kept swatting me away until I started whispering sweet nothings in her ear and she finally let me slip my hand into her bottoms. I didn't do much; pool water is a lousy lube and it's not like there weren't fifty other people there, but I tickled her a little.

Poppy seemed similarly taken with Zoe, and they were almost snuggled up by the time Sveta, being the brains of the outfit, said in no uncertain terms that she was getting out and leaving if we didn't behave a bit better.

"Well, why don't we all get out and misbehave somewhere more comfortable," I said, because if I didn't have a pussy on my face in the next few minutes I was going to start screaming. So we all agreed to go back to their place because, like I said, they've got a nicer place, plus our place is... in process, shall we say. Busy times have not been kind to our state of preparedness for company.

We all piled into their car because the three locals had walked, and I confess that during the drive some hanky was pankied, but nothing much to write home about, just some brief flashes of nipples and gropes. We made it through their door without removing any clothing, and then it was like an explosion of lesbians everywhere. Poppy snagged Zoe and made off with her to the couch, while I dove into Jax's snatch and she had her face juiced by Sveta. Rough and tumble was the order of the day. Jax is extremely ready for rough, and I was practically fisting her by the time she came.

The trio separated after a while to watch as Poppy took Zoe to school. I mean, I think Zoe might have someone else to love now, because Poppy had her cumming like it was on sale. It was slightly humbling, honestly. But I didn't get much of a chance to feel too humble because Jax started giggling with Sveta and they both pulled on strapons and DPed me. It's not quite as good as two cocks, sorry ladies but rubber is never going to feel a nice as a warm cock inside me. But it was very nice, particularly because Jax was in my ass with a studded dildo that made me beg for mercy.

I came hard and then it was Sveta's turn for the wringer. I told Jax to swap out for something a little more reasonable if she was going to fuck my wife's ass, which made her laugh and made Sveta, bless her heart, blush a little. Then we reoriented, and Sveta sank down on Jax's dil until she was lying back against her, Jax's arms around her and stroking her beautiful breasts. I guided my dil in gently because Sveta hasn't got the DP experience I do, and we slowly fucked like that until Sveta was whimpering nonsense and grasping feebly at my hips to pull me in. She must have cum somewhere in the mix, but she was blissed out so hard she didn't say anything, just kept moaning softly.

I looked over and Zoe looked pretty spent, though I'm sorry I missed so much of what spent her. Jax called Poppy over and we let Sveta down slowly and then replaced her with Poppy, who was making out with Jax while I fucked her ass hard with the studded dildo. Zoe must have regained her strength at a certain point because she showed up between them, or rather her pelvis did. Poppy and Jax are not shy about tossing salads, so Zoe got licked from both ends, and from what I heard from her later she is going to expect that level of treatment from her two regular partners more often. It's okay. I'm not a giant ass-eater but I'll do it.

Everyone was cumming, everyone was sweating, and a good old-fashioned fun time was had by all. After that, we lay back on various items of furniture, totally naked and steaming, and had drinks and discussed things. Zoe, bless her heart, was pondering getting a little DP action but decided against it, so she and Jax snuggled and then scissored and made out for a while. Sveta made her way around Poppy's body with her tongue, while I let Poppy show me a thing or two about head. Orgasms were had again, here and there, though there wasn't the fierce urgency at this point.

Then Poppy drove us home because Jax was curled up asleep on the couch. We invited her in, strictly for reciprocity's sake, but she didn't accept and no one was insulted.

And I managed to get a sunburn, even though I had all kinds of sunscreen on. Fortunately the endorphins and adrenaline of the orgy were enough to keep my from hurting then, but the next few days were less pleasant.

We might get to see them again before the summer is out. Anyway, I hope this was worth the wait. The internet has been restored and hopefully will remain so, and while I don't guarantee anything, I should hopefully be able to report on any fun that happens.

Father's Day

For Father's Day this year Zoe went to celebrate with her dad and though Sveta really would have preferred to celebrate with my family, she went to her dad because family obligations are annoying but sometimes necessary. Which meant I was all alone in the house.

Only kidding. It meant I got to see my parents in a context where we didn't have to pretend for Zoe's sake. Plus, and this is a big plus, Mike came to visit too, similarly unencumbered by plus-ones who might not have known what was up. I haven't seen Mike in that context in forever. Probably not since the wedding, and that didn't really count either.

Of course Mom got first crack at Mike, but that was okay because Dad wanted first crack at me. It had been way, way too long for both of us. He was hard as a rock the second I walked through the door, said, "Your mother and Mike are upstairs, what say we stay down here for a bit?"

"Okay Daddy." And I slipped effortlessly back into little girl mode even though I'm hardly a little girl anymore. It's okay. I'm Daddy's little girl and that's all that matters.

We wanted to be face to face at first because there was a lot of kissing that needed to be done. In fact, he didn't immediately penetrate me, just held me in his arms and kissed me, his cock jutting between my legs. Back in the day when I was younger, I would have given him a Father's Day blowjob to really work him up, but we were both too frantic for that, and anyway he was as worked up as he was going to get and I had drenched my panties on the ride over, so we were plenty ready. Plus there's nothing that says that a Father's Day blowjob can't be administered as a change of pace during sex as opposed to before. Plus his cock tastes good with my pussy juice on it.

He hitched my hips up a little and slid into me, and I came. God I was ready for it. He thrust slowly in and out while I spasmed, his hand on the small of my back, guiding me onto him. It feels like comfort food but sex, if that makes any sense. While I'm with Dad, I feel safe from all the bullshit.

I came down after a moment and we talked a little while he gently but firmly kept guiding my hips around his, his shaft stroking every inch of my insides. I don't really remember what we talked about, but it wasn't that I was blissed out, just that it wasn't anything important.

"Can you ride me a little, girly? I'm not as young as I used to be."

I didn't say anything but that made me a little sad, because it's true. He's not. But I'm going to enjoy every minute of him I get. We adjusted until I was sitting in his lap, my legs between his, letting my ass press back against him with some rocking and some rotation. His hands were on my tits and my belly, holding me close, and we kept talking about random stuff until he got a little too enthusiastic and shifted his grip to my hips again, pulling me down and pressing up, not fast but hard, going as deep inside me as he can, until I came again, longer this time, my fingers on my clit.

At some point after that Mike and Mom came down and I hopped off Dad to go give my brother a big wet kiss. He returned it and we laughed. "Don't let me stop you from giving Dad his present," Mike said, giving me a playful slap on the behind.

"Actually, I got Dad something that isn't as boring as fucking his daughter yet again," I said, because I did. Just a little something. Mom went out to the kitchen to get dinner ready, and I said, "Of course, Daddy gets whatever he wants today."

"Well I'd like a little head to warm me up," he said. "Mike, why don't you get behind your sister and do whatever you're gonna do in her ass so I don't have to deal with sloppy seconds in that tight little pussy."

No sooner said than done. I had Dad's monster cock down my throat while Mike, after a moment of fucking my pussy to get some juice going, pressed into my asshole. Dad doesn't mind when I'm throating him and someone's fucking me from behind; he says it does fun things to my throat.

Eventually though, Mike pulled out, slapped my butt a little harder than necessary, and said, "Go on, let the old man finish in you. If he remembers how." I have no idea why Mike was giving my father a hard time about his age. I guess they were just playing. Normally that kind of joke is reserved for birthdays.

I flipped around, still on my hands and knees, and Dad slipped easily into my wet cunt, his hands gripping my ass cheeks, spreading me a little. He started fucking me hard. I know it's tough for him to finish these days, so I don't mind a little extra force if it gets him where he needs to be. Mike went to clean his cock off, I guess. I knew he'd be back.

I'm pretty sure I came somewhere in there, but I was enjoying the sensations enough that it barely mattered if I did. Dad finally pressed as deep as he could into me and I felt his orgasm fill me. That's one thing about Dad; he may only have one cum in him but it's always a nice big one. I had cream dripping out of me by the time he pulled out and let me clean him off.

"Happy Father's Day," I said, grinning.

"God I missed that," he said, sighing contentedly.

We ate dinner, then Mike and I went down to the basement to fuck properly, since we hadn't gotten a chance in forever. He enjoyed my throat as much as his father, then he got behind me again. I confess that I wish we'd been able to do it missionary first, but I knew he wanted anal and I wanted that too. He was wet with saliva, my ass is open for business when I get aroused, so he had no trouble getting back between my cheeks and going so deep his balls slapped my labia. I diddled myself as he fucked my ass hard, because we were racing to see whether he'd finish before I could get off. Why not? Sometimes it's fun to be kids again.

I won handily. I think he might have let me beat him, because he enjoyed feeling my orgasm on his cock. Then he fucked away for another minute or so and then grunted, "Oh fuck sis, I'm going to cum so hard!"

"Don't talk about it, just do it," I giggled.

He pressed home and fired his proton torpedo into my thermal exhaust port, and we collapsed, sweaty and satisfied.

We went back upstairs, chatted with the folks for a while, then both of us had to leave soon but we both wanted another go. So we kept chatting while I duplicated the position I'd been in with Dad, only with Mike's lap my target. He's not as big as Dad. Sorry Mike, you're just not. But he's plenty big enough. And he's my brother and I love him. We were fucking like that when Mari called to wish Dad happy Father's Day, so we all got to talk to her, though we didn't let on what we were doing.

Finally Mike said, "I'm close but I've got to go harder to finish, okay?" So we adjusted our positions until he was behind me, spooning me, and he thrust hard and fast into me, his hand and mine on my clit, until I came, which just about drove him over the edge. Then I put my clothes back on without really cleaning up and drove home and was sad because who knows when I'll get to see Mike again, or Dad really?

Sveta was out late but Zoe was home when I came home, and she said, "Damn, all I could think about all afternoon with my folks was you."

And me with my pussy creamy. Yeah, that wouldn't do at all. "I'm all sweaty," I said. "My parents keep the temperature too high. Let me take a quick shower and..."

"I'll join you!"

Fuck. "Okay." Because obviously I hadn't just been fucked to within an inch of my life and was totally ready for some hot girl on girl action.

I managed not to drip cum or reveal the state of my panties. We rinsed each other down, me concentrating on my pussy a bit more than was probably necessary, and then Zoe got on her knees and was eating me out. I had to explain that there was nothing wrong with her technique, I was just a little tired, and yes, I was enjoying myself, and yes, I was going to cum. She's so used to me being on a hair trigger.

We finally got out of the shower, managed to dry off a little, then adjourned to the bedroom where I could distract her with my own ministrations. She came like a freight train, which put thoughts of my orgasm out of the picture for a bit. Then she went back to my pussy, which had recovered sufficiently by then that I was able to reward her efforts with a small but presentable O shortly thereafter.

It never rains but it pours. It's okay. I was a bit worn out the next day, but I had no trouble walking or anything like that.

Anyway, a belated Father's Day gift from me to you.

How to Handle Liam and Zoe

Liam unexpectedly showed up at the house several days ago when Zoe was around. Fortunately his mom didn't show up too because that would have made things even more interesting, but things were interesting enough. Kate and Kevin are out of town visiting colleges. They grow up so fast, but Kevin seems to be hitting the college search stage early. I'm not sure if that's just the new normal or what. Anyway.

So Liam thought he'd surprise us. And showed up. And then had to endure an hour of awkward small talk where Sveta and I danced around the fact that he'd shown up for a booty call and is decidedly younger than it seems like would be booty call material for us.

He almost left without getting any, which would have suited no one, and we all almost let cats out of bags during the awkward conversation. Finally, Sveta took charge, thank goodness, because I was starting to wonder if it wouldn't just be easier to kill myself.

"Um, Zoe, I know this is awkward, but we know his mom, and... well, she wanted his first time to be in a safe and nurturing environment, so we volunteered," said Sveta, or words to that effect. Honestly, I was so proud of her for being able to say anything coherent.

"Oh my God," said Zoe. "So you're supposed to be having his first time right now and you're stuck talking to me..."

"No, no, that was... a while ago. But we like Liam and he likes us and..." I hastened to interject, now that a course had been charted.

"Oh." Zoe's face fell a little. I honestly think she was excited by the idea of us deflowering a teenager. "So you'd like me to make myself scarce."

"You can join in," said Liam unhelpfully. I gave him a "shut up" look, echoed by Sveta. 

"Zoe is only interested in girls," said Sveta while I was still trying to think of the most diplomatic way to put it. Sometimes straight to the point is best.

"Sorry, you seem nice and all..." said Zoe, sounding like she didn't really mean it. "It's okay. I'll just watch TV down here." And it's a measure of how much I think she's worked through that it didn't sound like she was being passive aggressive about it at all.

There was a bit more discussion, not really of anything new, and then Sveta, Liam, and I went upstairs to the bedroom.

"Next time you're going to drop by, please call first," I said, and given the way I feel about receiving telephone calls, that means something.

"Sorry. I didn't realize..." he started, but Sveta shut him up by kissing him, and things devolved from discussion to sexy times pretty quickly thereafter. "I haven't gotten any pussy in days, since mom left," he said once she released him and started pulling off her blouse.

"Poor baby," I said, already topless. He dropped both his pants and underwear at once. God, his cock has grown into a regular man-sized muscle. I remember when it was at least an inch shorter and skinnier too. Occasionally I miss it, but I'm a freak.

"When you're in college you're going to have to make your own fun," laughed Sveta, shucking her panties. The two of them together is really hot too. I know she feels the same way about seeing me and him together, but this time I wanted to take in the show.

"Just be respectful and matter of fact with girls and they'll probably be happy to let you do them any which way you please," I said. "For instance, I think you should respectfully beg me to let my wife fuck you. Just for practice."

Sveta giggled, Liam blushed, but then he got down on his knees, put his hands together, and begged. "Please, please can I fuck Sveta?" he said, and I think he meant it a bit more than he was letting on. The lack of pussy must have been getting to him.

Sveta laughed and said, "She's not the boss of me. Yes, as long as you eat me out a little first." She likes to make him practice.

So I got to sit back and watch Liam eat my wife out until she begged him to fuck her. Which was pretty arousing, let me tell you. I know, you'd all kill to have been there. Liam is getting good with his tongue, which bodes well for his chances of satisfying girls at college. I know his mother appreciates his talents, and Sveta was appreciating them too. She didn't cum but I think she wanted to cum on his cock, not his tongue.

Then she lay back and he guided that delightful young cock into her and started slowly thrusting, building the suspense, until she moaned, "Oh fuck, I'm cumming!" in a voice which would have made me cum if I'd been him, so I totally understood when he pressed home in a hurry and grunted and painted her insides white.

"I love getting creamed when I'm cumming," Sveta sighed, "but it means I stop cumming too soon."

"I can fix that," I said. And I spent an enjoyable time licking every drop of Liam's semen out of her until she came again, hard, her thighs clamped around my head, cutting off my air supply. My face was wet by the time I finished, and I barely had time to catch my breath before Liam was inside me.

"That was so hot," he said. "I got hard without even touching myself."

He was gripping my hips and thrusting into me, and I came almost immediately, then again shortly thereafter. Then he took a breather, still hard, while Sveta and I made out for his amusement because we spoil him terribly. He wanted to watch us do more than make out, so we attempted to 69 even though with the height difference we find that difficult.

"I wish Zoe was here, even if she just wanted to do you guys and leave me alone," said Liam

"What, two hot girls aren't enough for you?" laughed Sveta.

"Besides, I know you. You'd be trying to convince her to just give you a try the whole time," I said, which isn't fair. Liam understands consent, even if he rarely gets told no by us.

"Can I help it that I want to see all three of you?" Liam said, looking insulted.

"Shut up and lie down," I told him. He laughed and did so, his cock sticking up charmingly like a target. I straddled that, Sveta straddled his face, and we proved to him that two girls is probably more than enough.

I enjoyed being able to look Sveta in the face while fucking. She eventually said he was a little too  distracted and hopped off again, but for the time we were facing each other it was nice. Eventually they were making out while I rode him, and when he came he didn't stop making out with her, so I dismounted and lay back and watched them make out.

"I'm really going to miss you guys in college," he said finally when they came up for air. "Mom too."

He looked crestfallen. I mean, can you blame him. He's got hot and cold running sex at a time when most kids are just having their first awkward encounters. He's heading to college with confidence, I hope, but still, he hasn't really had to work for his supper, as it were.

Sveta was reassuring him that he'd make new friends. I just let her do that. She still vaguely remembers college. Me, I'm ancient.

Reassurances turned to kissing and stroking, and when I jumped in and gave him a little oral action, Liam was ready for round three. I let Sveta have him. In fact, I slipped out of the room while he was slowly, tenderly even, spooning with her. I could have watched but I figured I'd check on Zoe to make sure she wasn't feeling too left out.

"How's it going?" she asked me with a glance at my nakedness.

"He's... I'm not going to lie, he's a great kid," I said, sitting down next to her. "He didn't mean anything by inviting you to join."

"I know. He seems nice. Is he big?"

"He knows how to use it."

"I'm sure he's had good teachers," she said with a little laugh.

"I'm sorry."

"For what?" 

"I know you must feel left out."

"I mean, I do, but it's okay. Besides, I don't know his mom. She might not approve."

"I doubt that."

"So you really broke his cherry?"

I hate lying to her, but... "Yes."

"Sveta too?" 

"No, that first time was just me." Which is sort of true I guess. "I mean, can you imagine his first time having to please two women?" 

"I can barely handle pleasing one."

"Don't say that. You're wonderful." And I kissed her to show I meant it.

And she returned the kiss forcefully. Her hands went to my tits immediately. "Are you that horny?" I asked her a little breathlessly.

"Please. I need you."

Ok. We made out for another minute, then she stripped in a rush and was back to me just as quickly. She guided my mouth to her nipples, then down to her snatch. She was dripping wet, and she didn't take long to get off. But she didn't let me go after that.

"Let me please you," she whispered throatily, then without any response on my part she dove between my legs, tongue going crazy on my clit. I was primed and ready to blow, so to speak, so it didn't take much, and I kept her licking through the O and on after it, feeling very pleased indeed.

And then she squeaked and moved to cover herself. I looked up and Liam was coming down the stairs, totally naked. I guess he figured if I could do it, he could. Honestly, Zoe still hasn't quite gotten used to being naked around the house, but she's used to Sveta and I doing it.

Zoe was beet red, stammering all kinds of nonsense. Liam blushed a little too when he understood that he probably shouldn't have come downstairs, but he needed a drink of water and anyway Sveta is at least partially to blame. She could have stopped him. Little minx.

Liam grabbed his drink and beat a hasty retreat, and I had to spend a few minutes reassuring Zoe that it was fine. She wasn't traumatized or anything, just embarrassed at first. Again, I think it was a combination of not being used to just being naked without embarrassment, particularly around boys, and not being used to someone walking through the room while you're fucking, which I get. Sveta still has lingering aspects of the latter. Not everyone has my upbringing.

Anyway, after reassurances, Zoe sent me back upstairs because she said she didn't want me to miss out. And I don't think she was perturbed by this. Which is good.

I came back to the bedroom to find the two co-conspirators fucking again, or still, or whatever. Liam got a little red when he saw me and tried to explain or whatever, but I waved him away and told him it was fine. And I guess it was, mostly. It's part of the Casa Lexi experience to occasionally walk through rooms where people are fucking, so best for everyone to get used to the idea.

I did tell him he owed me an orgasm since Zoe had been interrupted, and like a good boy he asked if I wanted it from his tongue or his cock.

"Have you cum in Sveta twice?" I asked.

"No, I was just getting close."

"Go on, if you want his cock, take it," laughed Sveta.

"I can probably go for four if I take a break," he hastened to reassure me. Ah, the young.

"No, she should get one now," insisted Sveta.

"But I wanted him to fuck my ass," I said, a little petulantly. Like kids with a toy, we are.

"Fine, finish up in me and we'll take a break and then baby can have her buttfuck," laughed Sveta.

Liam flipped her over after she said that and started humping away at her backside, drawing several loud moans from her. I reached down and diddled with one hand while stroking his balls with the other, and shortly afterward I was rewarded by first her orgasm and then his.

Then I went and made dinner. Zoe stopped me and asked, "Um... Should I stay, you know, naked, or are you all putting clothes on?"

"If you're not comfortable, I'll make them put clothes on."

"No, I don't want to do that. I'll just..."

"Whatever you want, honey. This has already been hard for you. No reason to make it more so." 

"I'm fine, really." 

"Ok, if you're sure." She was sure. Like I said, getting used to the idea.

While I was making dinner, Liam came up behind me and started nuzzling my neck. "Can we do it right here?" he murmured.

"Jeez,. I thought you needed a break."

"I did, but then I came down and got a better look at Zoe and..."

"Were you ogling her?" 

"No! I just..."

"Fine. Here, use a little olive oil." The kitchen might be the only room where we don't have lube stashed. 

Which is how Zoe found Liam fucking my ass against the kitchen counter. I only learned this later, given that Liam and I were facing away from the door when Zoe and Sveta came in. According to Zoe, it was pretty hot. So that's good.

There wasn't much spunk when he finally spent in my bowels, but that's okay. Then I finished making dinner, and we all ate naked, and then Liam got himself back together and went home. And Sveta and I tag-teamed Zoe until she begged us to stop.

I had stuff planned for that day too. None of it got done. Ah well. Boys will be boys.

Zoe Works Through Some Stuff

 Zoe came to me and said, "Lexi, I really need a good, hard fuck, you know? Not that what we usually do is bad or anything. I love that. But I haven't had it hard in a while and..."

"I can totally get that," I said, reassuring her. "Do you want me to see if my brother is available?" I said that mostly without thinking.

"Wouldn't that be weird? I mean, wouldn't he feel weird doing me like that?" I could tell she was a little weirded out by that idea, so I backed off on it.

"Mike's fine with that, but if you're not..."

"Nothing against your brother, but I didn't want a guy I don't know."

"Oh. Is there a guy you do know?" 

"I was hoping you might... I mean, with a toy. I just needed it from someone I trust and I trust you."

Ah. I really thought she was trying to get back in the saddle on the boy question. Like I've said before, I just want her to be happy, and if being a lesbian and not bi makes her happy, then that's great. So of course I was willing to help.

It's more difficult to fuck someone hard with a double dil, so I put that thought aside and went with the strap-on. Some days I wish I could sprout a cock at will, but until they develop that technology, I've got a range of options, so I selected one which wasn't huge (because size doesn't matter that much, fellas) and we adjourned to the bedroom.

Sveta asked idly if we wanted her to join us, but Zoe said she wanted a little alone time, so Sveta stayed downstairs. "Don't break the bed," she laughed vs flicked the tip of my fake dick because she's incorrigible.

So Zoe and I went upstairs, I strapped in, and I fucked her as hard as I could. My stamina is not as good as it was before the pandemic (you'd think I'd have more practice, but I haven't been fucking people hard that often) but I made a respectable effort. At a certain point she begged me to get a bigger dil, which I was happy to do. I know I said size doesn't matter above, and it doesn't, but in dildos when you're really going to town on someone, it kind of does. Sorry fellas.

And then she was begging me to spank her, which is not something I get often, but I'm happy to oblige. And then she was begging me to pull her hair, which is definitely not something I get often, but hey, when in Rome. I was being all Domme-y, as Domme-y as I get anyway, and she was lying there with her ass in the air and cumming as I pistoned in and out of her.

Finally, after I was pretty sure I had had enough, she had had enough, which was satisfying. I wrapped her up into a snuggle and told her that I was happy I could give her what she needed, and she started crying. "I feel so bad about wanting it like that," she said.

"Why?"

"Because... it's not loving."

So we had a talk about how sex and love weren't the same thing, and how I was perfectly capable of feeling her love for me even if she wanted to be fucked hard, even if I might prefer it another way most times, even if, and I stressed this, she was with another person than me. That didn't make an impression on her. I swear, she's fallen for me and I really wish she'd find someone else because I'm not sure I'm capable of loving her the way she wants. I don't know. I've never tried polyamorous stuff before because, as I've mentioned, my love is kind of strange to begin with.

Whatever. She stopped crying, and we snuggled a little, and then she let me go make dinner.

So I don't know if she's done working through the stuff she's working through. But at least it was a start, I guess.

She said next time she needs it hard, she wants to be double-teamed. I'm here for that. Sveta could use a little practice with the strapon.

TMI Tuesday

 From the TMI Tuesday Blog:

1. Has a stranger ever done something nice for you? What?

I had a stranger pick up the check for me once. That was nice. I've had strangers (at the time) buy me drinks. That was perhaps understandable, and honestly some of them stayed total strangers, which is fine by me. I've been given orgasms by strangers. Yes, I have cum with people whose names I didn't even know. I led a much more exciting life when I was younger. Some of it made it into the blog.

2. What was the first thing you did this morning?

Moaned in pain and rolled over. I hate mornings.

3. Fill in the blank. My lover was _____ .

My lover was kind. My lover was wise. My lover had only recently met their demise.

Only kidding. I am not into necrophilia at all. Not a kink of mine. And while I might fuck a vampire if given the opportunity out of curiosity, I'm not into vampires either. It just seemed like something Edward Gorey would write.

4. Money fights. When was your last fight about money? Who was it with? Did the issue(s) get resolved or is it still lingering destined to cause another fight?

I don't remember exactly when. A few weeks ago. It was with Sveta. And we resolved it as well as we can resolve things like that. The underlying issue is that we don't have enough money, and unless/until that gets resolved, we're going to occasionally butt heads about it, I'm afraid. It was a communicative fight, not one where we both sulked afterwards.

5. Tell us the best advice you received.

I believe someone told me I should let Sveta know what was going on with my family life, and while at the time that seemed like a really bad idea, it's paid off quite nicely. That doesn't mean it's always good advice though.

6. Tell us the worst advice received.

"Invest in crypto." You'd be surprised how much unsolicited financial advice I've gotten over the years. Please don't be that person. I'm not an idiot and I have no money to invest in anything, let alone a Ponzi scheme. Sorry crypto-people, but you should get out now while there's still some money in it.

That answer has probably cost me readers. Ah well. If you can't deal with your smut-peddler being financially savvy enough to know better, you probably should find a different smut-peddler.

TMI Tuesday - The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly

As always, from the TMI Tuesday Blog. This week's is a good one. I bet the other people who answered have some interesting stories to tell, so you should head over there soonest and read them all.

1. What made the best sex partner you’ve ever had so good?

I'm not sure who the best partner I've ever had is. I mean, the easy answer is Sveta, but she's good in certain ways, whereas Dad or Mike or Sheri or Mari are good in other ways. And I've had them enough times that there have been good times and not so good times, so it'd be an average experience rather than one spectacular time. And then there are the spectacular times I've had, but they were possibly missing elements that make my regulars so much fun.

Let me just lay out a few things which make for a good partner and leave it at that.

Attentiveness: I don't mean that it's got to be all about me (though mama likes when it is, not gonna lie). I mean that they're paying attention to what you're doing. It's easy to get lost in the moment and your own pleasure, but a good partner never lets that get carried away. It really works best when both partners are paying attention, obviously. That way everyone gets maximum pleasure.

In people who have one, knowing how to use a cock: it really isn't about size, so much as it's about technique. Yes, sometimes size matters there, and great technique isn't going to make a tiny cock seem huge, but "big cock" isn't on the list of things which make for a good lover for a reason.

Giving good head: receiving head well is also nice, but being able to give oral well makes for a good time, in my book.

Not having the attributes I'll lay out in the next question: so I don't have to repeat myself.

And then there are just intangibles. Love makes for good sex, but it doesn't guarantee it. Novelty, for me, is a big turn-on, and I will excuse some flaws in exchange for novelty. Meeting one of my kinks of the day sometimes makes for gangbusters sex, but it's no guarantee either.

2. What made the worst sex partner you’ve ever had so bad?

Again, I'd be hard-pressed to pick a "worst" just because superlatives with subjective metrics are difficult. I'll just list some things which make for a bad time.

Selfishness: we've all been guilty of this at one time or another, but if it's a pattern, that partner is going to be lousy. This is sort of the opposite of attentiveness, and I know I said I wasn't going to repeat myself, but this one is a big one.

Lying there like a dead fish: I don't require much participation, but I like to feel like you're present in the room with me.

An overinflated sense of their own skill: this is largely guys, I'm afraid, and it's largely having watched a lot of porn and maybe having partners who either liked things I don't or who were too submissive to tell the guy he was doing it all wrong. Don't get me wrong; I can get into plenty of things if I'm expecting them, or if there's communication, but bragging before sex and then being mediocre makes the mediocrity worse.

Smell: This is a big one, and it's not that I want you to be freshly bathed. I have been put off by the scent of arousal from some people, I'm afraid. Too much fragrance of whatever sort can put me off too. I like clean, but there can be some musk. It really is something that sometimes the person can't help and it's just body chemistry. I don't know. I'm sensitive to smells.

Honestly, Kate's ex Roger dinged a lot of warning bells for me, and I should have never gotten into bed with him, but I wanted to be with her. He's probably the worst fuck I've had that I still remember well enough to mention here.

3. Who was the most physically attractive person you ever had sex with?

Sveta. No contest. She's a hotty. I'm not just saying that because she reads this blog. She'll deny this. She's a stone-cold fox and she thinks she's a 7 at best. But then she claims I'm stunning and I think I'm maybe a 3 most days. Self-image is fun, ain't it?  Anyway, while I have fucked some beautiful people, and I think my father and siblings are perfectly attractive, I have no idea how I lucked into Sveta because she's so far out of my league it's not even funny.

4. How was it?

Better every time. Okay, that's a lie. Sometimes it's amazing, sometimes it's incredible, sometimes it's just good, and occasionally we've had times which didn't work for whatever reason, though that's very rare. When it doesn't work it's usually either that one or the other of us is too tired or that we're trying something and it doesn't work. The former is easily fixed by snuggling and falling asleep, and the latter by stopping whatever weird thing we thought was a good idea and just sticking to the tried and true methods.

But no, it's not amazing every time. It can't be. Sometimes we just basically want to snuggle with sex. Sometimes one or the other of us is in need and the partner fulfills that need without really getting much themselves. Sveta claims she owes me about a million orgasms from the times when I wasn't really able to do anything more than pleasure her, but I'm not counting. That's just what you do when you love someone.

5. Who was the least physically attractive person you ever had sex with?

Probably the guy I fucked for money. I told that story somewhere back in the archives, but short version is that I am not cut out to be a prostitute, I didn't enjoy myself, and he was not attractive at all. He didn't smell too bad, if I recall correctly, or it might have been a deal breaker. Not that I was really in any position to break the deal. This is why sex work is work and workers need unions.

6. Why did you do it?

Because I thought it was a good idea at the time. That's the reason why I do a lot of stupid things.

7. How was it?

As I said, lousy.

I've had sex with men who weren't attractive at all, but I'm less picky about guys. Physical looks in men (or male-presenting people, I should say, I guess) might turn me away at the very beginning, but won't ruin my evening if we get over the initial hurdle and clothes are coming off.

I mention all this because it wasn't the fault of the guy in question that I had a bad time. It was that I'm not cut out to be a prostitute. He was, in hindsight, a perfect gentleman. Had there been no money changing hands, we might have gotten along just fine. My memory of his looks may even be unfairly tainted by the unpleasantness of the situation.

And I want to say that it wasn't because I think prostitution is dirty or wrong. I think sex workers are some of the finest people out there. I just can't do what I love for money. It ruins it for me somehow. Also, I was young and foolish. Maybe if I tried it now I'd feel better about it. But it was a me thing, not a sex-work thing.

Bonus: Describe a bad sexual experience you admit was your fault.

Oh, there have been more than a few. It's usually my fault for being selfish, which means that there are probably times when it was terrible for them but they didn't say anything and so I don't know. I've had enough experience that I can usually tell when someone's not having a good time, but if I don't care about them enough to listen... You get the picture.

That's not a funny story. The funny stories are better. I broke a guy's mother's favorite vase one time, being clumsy up against a wall. It was all on me too. Anyway, it kind of ruined the moment because she was dead and it reminded him of her, and even though we did eventually get back into it, I don't think his heart was in it. I came, and he dribbled cum into my mouth after a prolonged period of struggling to stay hard enough to cum. I guess it wasn't funny then, but remembering it makes me laugh inappropriately. I'm lucky it wasn't an urn. Can you imagine being covered by my lover's dead mother's ashes? I mean, that would have definitely ruined the mood for me.

I've farted/queefed at inappropriate moments and then laughed, which has put off some partners. Sex, for me, isn't a big thing, so I do laugh during sex, but for some people it's a much bigger deal and the fart/queef is bad enough, but the laughter is where they draw the line. I mean, it's only natural for farts/queefs to happen, guys. I've farted on guys' cocks before and it hasn't fazed them at all. But being unable to stop from laughing at it is something I've mostly grown out of, which is good because it makes some people upset, apparently. I do remember one guy who laughed right along with me. He was a keeper. I have no idea what ever happened to him, but I hope he found someone nice, because at the time I wasn't interested in anything remotely resembling a relationship with anyone. We had fun and then we parted ways, and I think he would have been happy to see me again, so I hope he found someone better than me and that he and his partner laugh at their bodily noises together in the bedroom.

Last story: I was getting hot and heavy with this girl in college and we adjourned to my room for some alone time, and I was halfway up her snatch when my roomie Gwen came in without knocking, and I said, "Hey Gwen," like it was nothing, and the girl slapped me and left in a huff. I know it was my fault, but I've never been entirely sure what it was that did it. Was it that I left off pleasuring her to greet my roomie, or that my roomie came in without knocking, or that I didn't immediately spring to this girl's aid in hiding from said roomie? Or something else? I'll never know. I used to think about it a lot, and then I forgot all about it, but thinking about times when it was my fault dredged up the memory, so now you have to share it.

Sveta Scores

So Sveta brought home a guy tonight. This has, of course, pissed off Zoe, who refuses to admit that she's pissed off but who doesn't want to have anything to do with guys right now. She's more pissed off that I didn't just let Sveta and her friend have the bed and join Zoe on the couch. Ah well. She's down there asleep, they're in bed snuggled up and asleep, and I'm an insomniac so I'm writing this.

Lest you think that Sveta is trolling seedy bars for booty, this is a guy she knew in college. The craziest part is that they didn't fuck in college. But he was going to be in the area and asked if he could visit, and she was all about that. I think poor Sveta needs some loving from a good hard cock more frequently than she gets it, unfortunately, what with COVID and all.

Anyway, the two of them went out for dinner to catch up, whatever, and I didn't think anything was going to come of it until she texted me at work and said that basically he'd always had a thing for her but hadn't acted on it, and when he confessed that to her she was like, "Oh, Lexi doesn't mind, in fact she'd probably like to share you," which is not something guys dislike to hear, in my experience, so they were going to come home and fuck some and if I wanted to share I should come home too.

Work being what it was, I didn't get home until after they'd already had one horizontal mambo, and he was still building up his stamina for round two, but he was totally down with watching the two of us go at it, which we did quite nicely thank you, to the point where he basically knocked on my butt and asked politely if he could be let in. I deferred to Sveta, who needed cock more than I did, but she said he was welcome to start with me and finish with her. A lady likes to be asked.

He pressed into me with enthusiasm and I went back to eating Sveta out, then after a suitable length of time he pulled out and we shuffled places until he could get into my wife (I love saying that) and I could get some of her tongue. I came on her, not him, but he wasn't bad, just a little one-note. He came in her (for a second time) after a perfectly respectable length of time, and then I licked cum out of her until she finally came.

That got him ready to go again (I admire a man who can handle multiple times) and it seemed like I was going to be a bit of the third wheel in this situation, so I retreated to console Zoe, who as I said is pissed but won't admit it. Sveta was making all kinds of noise upstairs and we tried hard to ignore it and watched TV. Then they quieted down and I went back upstairs and Sveta practically begged me to eat the cum out of her again, which I was happy to do. He was spent for the evening, but three times and for as long as they went is perfectly serviceable, and anyway she was pretty spent too. They were making out and cuddling next to me when we turned the lights out, and I don't know, maybe there were some signs of life on his part and he got it into her again, but I'm pretty sure sleep overtook any attempt.

So that's what's going on tonight Chez Lexi. I might go down in a bit and try to cheer Zoe up sexually. She'd appreciate that. She really isn't being bitchy about it, but it's pretty clear this isn't making her happy.

TMI Tuesday - Change

From the TMI Tuesday Blog:

If you could see two things change about your significant other what would they be?

She reads this blog so I can't be too honest, now can I? Okay, while I love her exactly as she is, I would love to be able to press a button and make her taller for a while, both because it would make certain sexual positions easier and because it would get her to understand the plight of a tall woman. But I wouldn't want it to be permanent because I'm a pervert and I like shorter girls.

Other than that, aside from a few things which aren't going to make it onto the blog, I wish her family were better. I mean, she's got my family now, but I wish hers were less dysfunctional. And that would probably only be solved by certain members of said family disappearing, so it's unlikely to happen.

What are two things you forgot to celebrate last year?

We didn't forget, but we had to keep both our birthdays fairly low-key because of COVID. Other than that, I always forget to celebrate St. David's Day every year, but where am I going to get a leek at short notice to pin to my lapel anyway.

Are you and your significant other both good at apologizing?

I don't know. She's better at it than I am, I think. It's something I struggle with.

What would you not admit on a first date?

Incest. I mean, I wouldn't admit that on a second date either.

I'd probably keep my medical history out of conversation as well, but I tend to over-share sometimes, so who knows? I probably wouldn't admit how promiscuous I am, but on the other hand I have sometimes and it's gone fine, so that's a maybe too. It depends on the date. Fortunately, I don't date anymore, really, so I don't have to worry about making polite small talk when all we both really want to do is get down to business. Just me? Okay, maybe other people are looking for human connections or whatever.

Kidding. I don't date because I'm bad at it. I've always been bad at it. I've been on innumerable dates and I've always been bad at them. Sometimes my partner was equally bad, and sometimes that meant that our badnesses canceled each other out and we had a splendid time. Sometimes not. Sometimes my partner has been charitable. Sometimes not. Dating sucks. We should give it up and just start fucking like animals in city parks for our amusement. Imagine if the first thing you did with someone was fuck them, hard, fast, anonymous, and then once that was over and the pressure was off you got to know them in the afterglow. Just me? Okay, maybe other people are looking for human connections or whatever.

Is rebound sex empowering?

Depends. If you're looking to be empowered by it I think it can be, particularly if your partner in said rebound activities is supportive. But if you're looking for love in all the wrong places, you're probably not going to find yourself empowered by desperation. I think the empowerment part is more about the support than the sex, so there's no requirement for sex if you've got a good friend with whom you can feel supported in a non-sexual way. As I like to have friendships with benefits, and as I have family with benefits as well, I have been comforted sexually on a number of occasions, but I think the sex was just an enjoyable way to be comforted, not a requirement.

Bonus: How do you mend a broken heart?

I don't know. That's a bit much to ask on a TMI quiz, I'd say. Maybe you can't. Maybe all you can do is get past the broken part and go on with your life with a part of your heart that will always be broken. They say that about grief: you never stop grieving, you just learn to deal with it. I have no reason to believe that broken hearts are any different from any other kind of grief, so maybe you don't heal. Maybe the scar is always there.

Either that or you clone yourself, kill your clone, steal its unbroken heart, and replace yours with it. Make sure you kill your clone in such a way that the internal organs are still usable.

Oh no. Maybe I was the clone all along! Oh no! Shoot the other Lexi! The other Lexi!

The Problem With Zoe

Zoe is spending a lot of time here. Like, she's basically living here, which makes her roommates happy as clams because they get more space, but which...

I'm not thinking of charging her rent or anything. She doesn't take up much space here, albeit that occasionally we all three have to get ready at the same time and the bathroom is quite small for two, let alone three.

And the sex is great. Having someone available basically 24/7 to play with is the dream, and between Sveta and Zoe I have 90% coverage. We have threesomes on the regular, yes, but there's also twosomes for when one or the other of us isn't available for whatever reason. Part of the reason I haven't been going crazy not getting any outside the house is because inside the house I get plenty. And lord knows I'm not complaining about that at all.

The problem is that Zoe doesn't know everything. She doesn't even know some things. Basically, Zoe knows that Sveta and I have an open marriage and that's about it.

Part of that is that she gets jealous sometimes. If I brought home one of my recent conquests, she'd be okay with it, but she gets jealous if it seems like I'm paying more attention to Sveta, my fucking wife, so yeah, there's definitely that.

The other part is that she doesn't know about the family stuff. Sveta thinks I should tell her. Sveta is entirely too comfortable with that idea. She points out that she didn't freak out and tell the cops, so why would Zoe? I point out that Sveta is amazing and extraordinary and that a lot of people wouldn't feel that way, plus Zoe is pretty much off men at this point so it's not like I could introduce the idea like I did with Sveta. Plus I'm just worried. Zoe is... flaky? Unreliable? Jealous?

I know it's not a good situation, believe me. The relationship is complicated.

So now my parents are feeling comfortable enough to visit and I want them to visit because I haven't been with my Daddy in far too long, and Sveta wants a turn too, and all I want to do is just tell Zoe to get lost for a day or so while we take care of business, but she'd want to know why. And she'd probably be jealous. But we can't have my parents over for fun if Zoe will be there. And she's starting to wonder why she can't meet my family, since she knows they're okay with my polyamorousness (if that's even the right word; I don't want to claim something I'm not).

Let no one say that running a lesbian commune was easy.

Sorry this isn't more sexy. I can provide some glimpses into the more sexy aspects of having two women at my beck and call if anyone's curious. Say the word.

TMI Tuesday - Love and Money

From the TMI Tuesday blog:

1. Could you fall in love with and set up home with someone who has $100,000 (usd) in debt?

The heart wants what it wants, so falling in love with someone with that level of debt would be easy. Setting up a home? I mean, we'd never be able to afford a home. That much debt basically sticks to you for life. We'd make it work. Fortunately Sveta and I are just poor, not terribly debt-ridden.

2. Is it important for you to be the breadwinner or make more money than your significant other?

Not at all. I'd be a kept woman in a heartbeat. As it stands, I am the primary breadwinner at the moment, but if Sveta wants to get some high-priced job and make my work completely unnecessary I'm all for it. I have a feeling that this is addressed to the men in the crowd a little, since men tend, in my limited experience, to have more problems with not being the primary breadwinner. That's not all men, understand, but I think men are more culturally conditioned to care. I might feel slightly guilty if I weren't contributing to the well-being of the family at all, but I'd still be cool with being a kept woman.

3. Are you happy with your chosen career path? What could be better?

I'm not unhappy with it except in as much as it means I'll be poor and never be able to retire. The money could be better. The hours are just fine, thanks.

4. Would you start a business with your significant other? Why or why not?

Probably not, mostly because I don't think it's healthy for the relationship. Sometimes you've got to have business-partner talks and I don't know that I could separate myself like that. It's definitely a "me" issue, not a "partner" issue.

Bonus: Can money buy you love?

Nah. Money can buy lots of things which make love easier, maybe, but I love who I love and money has very little if anything to do with it. I think money can certainly make life easier, and I would totally love to have some more money, but I'm not going to become a gold-digger or whatever.

Please ask questions. I'm tired of being not smutty.

Pregnancy

My anonymous reader from last time continues: "Also, way back when, you talked about how sexy it would be to be pregnant. Have you and Sveta decided against kids? If so, why? (Your dad having his granddaughter for the first time would be just . . . fucking hot.)"

I still think pregnancy is sexy as hell, but unfortunately for my chances at it, they had to take out the requisite parts. When I learned that they'd have to, for a while I was crushed because yeah, there was always a part of me which wished that I could not only get pregnant but get pregnant by my father, have a girl, and hopefully have him teach her the way he taught me. But the rational part of me knew that there was very little chance of that, both medically and because I don't think Dad would go for that. He might have shown his granddaughter the ropes, but my parents have both made it pretty clear that they think family getting family pregnant is not the greatest idea.

So that's me. As for Sveta, while she would be hot as hell pregnant (and again, there's always a chance that Dad and Mom might look differently on him donating his sperm to the cause of us having a child if it was Sveta who'd be having the baby), we've decided, for various reasons, that children aren't for us. If there were a responsible way for Sveta to get pregnant but not have a baby at the end of it, we'd discuss it, but there isn't.

Sveta and I both have the usual drives, physically, so she sometimes gets a little baby crazy and we wish, but money and the world pretty much make it impossible. I know she'd want my Dad to be the father, and maybe if not him Mike, but she's, if anything, less interested in children than I am.

And then there's Zoe, who is not part of the family but is around often enough that if she got knocked up Sveta and I would get to reap the benefits, preggo-porn-wise. If Zoe were at all interested in guys at the moment, I have no doubt that she'd already be pregnant because she seems irresponsible enough to think that was a good idea. Sorry, I don't mean to sound mean, but she's kind of... impulsive about things like that.

I'm not saying that I wouldn't love to see Zoe all glowing and swollen. My partnerships with the pregnant have been few and far between, and I would love to have that opportunity. But it would not be a good idea for Zoe. And fortunately for everyone, she is currently militantly lesbian. Her last boyfriend was not good for her and women seem to have worked out better for her, at least in the pleasure department, so she's off guys at present, possibly permanently.

The state of the world is one reason why I don't think I want kids. Our monetary situation is another. And frankly, I don't like kids that much. I like the idea of pregnancy but I'd probably dislike the practicalities of it too. I know, plenty of people who don't like kids like their children, and if I miraculously gave birth to a child I wouldn't abandon it in the gutter or something horrible like that, but both Sveta and I are pretty content without children.

Sorry that's less sexy than it could be. Believe me, we still watch preggo porn sometimes, and I still get off on impregnation play, but it's just play.

Thank you for asking questions, and hopefully my less-than-stellar answers haven't put you off. If anyone out there has any questions or requests, I've got a tag for them and everything and I love to get them, so email or comment. Do it! Do it now!

Interrupting

The other day, when we had a group of youngsters at work and they were much less supervised than I had expected, I managed to interrupt two of them in what they must have thought was a dark corner having some alone time. This meant that I came upon a youngster with his pants unzipped and his lady friend with panties around ankles, although they were hurriedly trying to pull themselves together and I don't know how far they'd gotten.

Situations like this always put me in a bit of a bind; on the one hand, I suppose that as a responsible adult the best thing for me to do would be to discourage continuance gently but firmly, but on the other hand I've been a youngster looking for a dark corner before. In this case they were all about assuring me that what I had plainly seen was not what was happening, until I stopped them.

"Kids, I'm not your mother," I said. "Do you have protection?"

They stammered something affirmative. 

"She's gonna get off too, right?"

He blushed about as red as she did and wouldn't meet my eye, but there was murmured agreement.

"Fine. I don't know where you're supposed to be, you don't need to tell me, but be back before you're missed, okay?" And I closed the door and left. They had found a dark corner, though I periodically check dark corners for reasons other than blue-balling youngsters, so I was pretty sure no one would interrupt them again, at least until I showed back up after a while to make sure they left.

And I was wound up as hell for the remainder of the day, wishing I had someone to take to a dark corner. But Aunt Lexi is a chill aunt, not a suicidal one, so I was in no way going to ask if they wanted company. When I got home Sveta barely got a word in edgewise before she was on her back on the sofa being eaten rambunctiously.

I don't know. Like I said, I should probably dissuade people from fucking in dark corners when I find them, just because what if someone else found them and it came out that I'd not performed my responsible adult duty? In places where I'm not the law in town (I may be very low on the hierarchy of the law at my job, but I'm still the law) I don't feel quite as responsible, but then I'm not responsible, usually.

In my younger days, had our ages been a little bit closer, I might have offered to join in. As it is, they got to get lucky twice in one day, I guess.