Seeing My Parents Do It

Okay, got to get something else on my mind, because right now I'm just all a-twitter. In a bad way as well as a good way. I'm horny as hell right now for whatever reason, and also worried as hell. So maybe if I get around to something I haven't been good about, I'll feel less worried and... more horny, so maybe that's not a solution to all my problems. Ah well.

Here's a question I got some time ago, and I'm sorry I haven't gotten to it sooner. Lost in the inbox, I guess you could say.

"Have you got any stories about when you were younger and maybe saw your parents at it, wishing you could join in and feel your dad filling you up with his hot seed?" - Pete Fe

I actually remember the first time I really knew I wanted my Dad's cock inside me. I mean knew, not sort of maybe kind of.

When my parents introduced the kids to sex, Sheri and Mari took to it right away. Mike was probably too young to know what was going on, really. I was right on the cusp, I guess, because while I was fascinated by it, and I wanted to try it, I was a little intimidated by it too. So I spent a while being nervous. Not nervous like, "Oh god, Dad's going to rape me," but nervous like you get before a big day which you're going to enjoy, but you've still got butterflies.

To be honest, the first guy I ever wanted to fuck was my brother, mostly because he knew less about it than I did, and I was the kid who always had to be the best at things. Not competitive, because I wouldn't compete unless I knew I would win. I was developmentally a bit slower for things like reading and writing and even walking and talking, but once I started doing something, I did it really well. I didn't really talk at all, and then one day I started talking like a tiny adult. It freaked some of my parents' friends out that I could talk with them like that. And I never really went through a phase of walking and falling down. One day, I just up and walked, and didn't fall down at all. I didn't hold on to things, I just got up one day when I was ready and walked.

I'm not saying this because I'm better or a prodigy or a genius. If anything, I did everything later, because I was afraid of failure I guess. Still am, a bit. Well, maybe more than a bit. But you aren't interested in a therapy session. Mari has always been precocious, but she's pretty unadventurous in many ways. Sheri is precocious in some respects, and she'll try anything once. I mean anything. And she's not afraid of consequences or failure. So obviously she was going to be the youngest to lose her virginity.

I practice secretly. I get good at things without people knowing, so I can just spring it on them all at once. So I guess I wanted to fuck Mike because he wouldn't let anyone know, and I could get good with him and be better and older than him. But I knew that wasn't going to happen, so I was nervous. Of course, after Mike and I started, we really did use each other as practice. I've done a lot of things first with Mike, and he with me.

But anyway, my parents wanted us comfortable around sex, and I imagine they probably liked being watched, or at least didn't want to have to go off to their room to make love, so they'd let us watch them whenever we wanted. Please don't judge my family; we're not normal, I'll give you that.

So I was interested, and wanted to watch a lot, because I wanted to figure out how to get good at it so I could be the best, just like everything else. I practiced fingering myself, making sure not to pop myself by accident. And I watched as Dad fucked Mom, in all sorts of positions. They would let me climb up on the bed with them, and sometimes I would touch the cum if Dad pulled out and came on Mom's belly or tits or face. I had my first taste of cum, secretly, by taking some of it with my finger and putting it in my mouth.

Sheri didn't want to watch too often because it just made her horny, and she was wound up enough as it was. Mari watched for a while, but then she either got bored or wanted some girl action. She was a lesbian very early, was our Mari. She certainly didn't mind fooling around with me or Sheri, or giving us pointers on how best to pleasure ourselves. Mike watched sometimes, mostly because my parents wanted to watch him while they were fucking, so they'd bring him in the bedroom or in the basement when they went.

We weren't strangers to being naked. Like I've said, we were all naked most of the time. Once you were old enough to go to the bathroom by yourself, the diaper came off and you pretty much didn't have to wear anything around the house or in the back yard. If you were young enough, you could even get away with running around naked at the beach or other places, but Mom and Dad put a stop to that after Sheri became a bit too adventurously naked for their tastes.

Anyway, all this background was leading up to the first time I really knew that I wanted my Daddy inside me. I mean, I wanted him inside me before this, but it was always a bit tentative, like I was afraid that he would be better than I was, or that he would think I wasn't as good as the other girls.

I was sitting on the bed beside my parents, who were slowly making love, possibly missionary, I don't remember. Dad was commenting on how much I seemed to enjoy watching, and maybe he and Mom should think about renting a porno so they could get some alone time. He was joking, mostly. I knew what porn was, and had even seen snatches of it, but it wasn't something I'd ever really watched. I figured it was probably less exciting than being in the same room with my loving parents having sex (and I was pretty much right, although I do love me some porn).

Mom just laughed and told him to get his mind off porn and back to giving her hard cock. I really love it when my parents talk dirty. They don't do it often, but they do it sometimes, and especially when I was young it really thrilled me. I must admit, I put my hand on my pussy when Mom said that.

Dad noticed after a while that I was playing with myself while watching, and he grinned and turned a little so I could see his cock going into Mom better. And it seemed to make him aroused, watching his little daughter masturbate, because he sped up a little. Then he pulled out and Mom was on her back, and I figured he was going to cum on her so I could touch it. But he bent down and whispered to Mom, and she laughed and nodded, and he motioned me over and said, "Lexi, do you want to make Daddy cum on Mommy?"

Of course I did. I wanted to touch his cock. Hell, I was almost so horny at that point that I had forgotten my nervousness, and I would have let Dad fuck me right there, without worrying about whether I was the best. Almost. But I put out a hand nervously, because I was sure I wasn't going to arouse him, that somehow if I touched him I'd fuck it up and he'd go soft and Mom would look at me... yeah, I was being neurotic.

In fact, when I touched his cock, I loved it, and he seemed to love it too. And basically, at that point, I realized that I would always be Dad's special girl, the best, even if I wasn't the best. And I stroked him, probably really badly in retrospect, but he didn't seem to care. It wasn't the first time I'd touched his cock; he let us all touch him when he was explaining sex to us, and Mom let us touch her. But this was the first time I really felt like I was making Dad happy by touching him.

He stiffened, and his breathing got shallow, and I was hoping he would tell me to open my mouth and cum in it, or maybe cum all over me. But instead he grunted for me to point his cock at Mom's belly, and keep stroking, and I did, and he poured a bucket of spunk out onto Mom. It splashed up over her breasts too, because I couldn't aim that well. But I felt the pulses and the spunk surging out, and I kept stroking until Dad told me to stop.

My parents didn't even seem to care that I took a dollop of cream on my finger and licked it off, then hopped up and went back to my room.

That was the first time I really wanted Dad, no matter what. At that point, I really wanted him to cum in my mouth, because I was really taken with that. I wondered if I could get him to do it before I actually was ready, because it didn't really count, did it? But I never got him to. After Sheri's business, he became a little less willing even to let any of us girls do sexual things. I mean, he still let us watch, or play with each other, but we were given to understand that doing things before we were ready was a no-no.

Later, of course, after Dad popped Mari her first time and he pulled out and came on her body, I realized that what I really wanted was for Dad to cum inside me my first time. I'd never had cum, or much of anything else, inside me. I tried some water, but I was afraid I would accidentally break my hymen, so I didn't get much out of it. Plus water's not the same thing. But after that, I always tried to get Dad to cum on Mom, or Mari, or Sheri once he had her the first time, rather than inside them.

I don't think he was expecting to cum inside me my first time, but I worked on him more and more, and then, when the day came, I was the only of his daughters he came inside on her first time. So I'm special. Nyah. Sorry, bit of my sibling rivalry coming out there. Maybe I was last, and maybe I wasn't the youngest, and maybe Dad didn't break the rules with me, but he came inside me.

Anyway, hope everyone liked that story. I've got to find some way to get rid of this tickle in my belly.

If You Give a Mouse a Cookie...

Or in this case, if you give a teen lots of vodka... she's going to want more. Damn, I knew I was making a mistake. Well, actually, in hindsight, since at the time I didn't really care.

Apparently there was more drama with James than I thought. He's been avoiding my calls or something, because I don't know what's up. But she called up, practically in tears, and asked if she could come over and get drunk. I told her my parents were home, and she said she didn't care, she'd come over anyway. I said that was a bad idea. She wanted to know why. I said my parents weren't in favor of giving alcohol to minors. Blah blah blah, long story short, she wound up not coming over, but we talked on the phone for a long time. I needed a drink after that, not that I had one.

She hasn't mentioned anything about my indiscretion or the fact that my father showed up naked in my room. Maybe she doesn't remember. But damn, I'm not going to be this girl's enabler. I can't afford it, for one thing. If I hadn't been the recipient of distilled largess myself, I never would have had vodka to drink in the first place.

On the other hand, I love eating her out. I won't deny it. She is really fun to fuck. She's not very good at eating me out, but she's so fun to make cum that I'm willing to overlook the flaws in her delivery. I mean, she's got to have practice, right? And she seems to enjoy it too. And from what I'm hearing, she's not getting any cock, so a gal's got to get it any way she can.

Anyway, I couldn't have had her over anyway today. Had things to do, people to see, places to go (no, not things to see, people to do). But I told her I'd have her over tomorrow if I could, as long as no drinking was involved. Maybe just a little bit, from glasses this time. She can walk home; it's not a long walk, even, just across town. But no sloppy drinking. Besides, we've got to work on her technique.

I'm going to that special Hell where they put people who take advantage of trusting youngsters. But damn, she tastes so good, and she's so young and innocent-looking, and she cums like a fire hydrant. Maybe I'll get a picture of her to show you all. Maybe not. We'll see.

I've Done a Bad Thing

Further cautionary tales about mixing alcohol and much of anything besides sitting alone in my room and waiting for the buzz to wear off. I really ought to know better. But I'm getting ahead of myself.

My parents were out, and because of my recent difficulty in finding work at all, let alone work I want, I was at a bit of a loose end. And I was pissed about not finding work, and I was drinking. Vodka, if you must know. I cut a mean swathe through some vodka, and I happened to have a fair amount of it, largely because of the kindness of strangers, not because I had the money to afford it. It was cheap, terrible vodka, but I was drinking it anyway.

And then Sveta called, all needy. She says James doesn't have time for her or some shit like that, as if he's been over servicing me his every spare moment. I haven't seen hide or hair of him in a long time. But I'm not his girlfriend, I'm his fuck-buddy. So while my pussy misses him, the rest of me is fine. Sveta misses him all over. She wanted to come by, and I was in no mood to refuse her, which explains what happened.

She came by, and I hadn't even moved from the couch with the bottle. I was sitting there in a bra and a pair of Mike's hand-me-down boxers with this massive bottle of hooch, and she just came in a lot sooner than I expected. I mean, the door was open and I told her to just come on in, but I still wasn't expecting her. I should have hopped up and hidden the bottle or something. As it was, I just patted the sofa next to me and took another pull from the bottle. Yes, I was drinking from the bottle. I think that offers a fair amount of explanation.

She sat down and yak yak yak, and I'm sorry, but she was really getting on my nerves, because I just wasn't in the mood for drama. She's a nice girl, don't get me wrong, but all teenagers are like that at a certain point, and I was drunk and pissed and not in the mood. When she asked timidly after a while if I would let her have a drink, well, I asked her if she wanted a glass, and when she didn't immediately respond, probably because I was being a bitch, I just handed the bottle over.

I don't think she'd ever drunk anything harder than beer, despite her assertions to the contrary. In any case, I don't think she'd ever had vodka straight from the bottle. She took much too big a gulp and gasped and coughed. I was afraid she was going to throw up all over the couch, and it kind of woke me out of my funk a little bit. I took the bottle back and patted her back and asked her if she was alright. She coughed a bit, then she grinned and said it was strong. I told her she was crazy, gave her a peck, and then offered her the bottle again.

So we sat and drank in silence. And she drank more than she should have, than I should have let her. She was giggly and drunk and I was pissed and drunker, and it was sort of natural that she started pulling her clothes off. I put the bottle aside for later and helped her, and pretty soon I was nuzzling her cute teen breasts with drunken lips and she was giggling drunkenly.

We stroked and fondled and licked our way around her body, with her hands tangled in my hair and my tongue all over her skin. When I finally made it to her pussy, I confess, I was in no mood to play games, and I wasn't really all that connected with my body, drunk-wise. So I was pretty rough, I think. She screamed more than once. They weren't bad screams, but she's usually not so vocal. I got three fingers into her pussy, and then I got wicked and played with her asshole too, licking and fingering and sucking and just loving it. Well, as much as I could love it, given the fact that I wasn't all there. I couldn't taste her, just vodka, which is too bad because I love the taste of young cunt.

And then she came all over my face. I mean I was wet, not moist. I kept her cumming too, rough but I think she liked it anyway. The gushing slowed down a bit after a while, but she kept cumming. Maybe she really likes it rough and just never knew. Or maybe she was so drunk that the pain was dulled and she could enjoy it. I don't know.

Finally she came down and wanted another drink, and I just let her gulp from the bottle. I should have gotten her some water, but no, I was an ass. She'd probably had the equivalent of five or six shots by that point, in a fairly short period, possibly on an empty stomach. I should have cut her off. I should have cut me off.

Then she crawled over to me and offered me the bottle, and pulled off my bra while I was drinking. Then the bottle magically vanished and we were kissing again, and her hands were on my breasts and her lips were slurring noises and slobbering all over me. But I was too drunk to care. It was really turning me on, the whole thing. I was horny as hell, and fucking would take my mind off the shitheap my life is, currently.

She's definitely not a good drunk fuck. She was awkward and clumsy and slow, and in the end I had to help her with my hands. But it didn't matter. She made me cum, short, abrupt, drunken O but an O nonetheless. And then we settled into one another's arms and sort of half passed out for a bit.

I came to a while later, and she was reaching groggily for the bottle. Somehow, I managed to convince her that she'd had enough, and shoved the bottle away. My god, we really put it away. I don't know exactly how much, but too much for her, I can tell you that. I think she was regretting it even though she was still trashed.

We talked again, lying there, sex stuff, about what we liked in guys. It was drunk silly talk, not serious, and she was saying that she wanted to try fucking some other guy than James, but she was just too nervous about it. She only wound up with me and James because I guess we kind of took advantage of her. I felt really bad and was hugging her and cooing in her ear, and we kissed some but couldn't work up the energy to do anything more. I slipped my hand down and stroked her pussy and told her she had a nice tight one, very pretty, that I was sure that any guy would want to try out.

Then talk moved to James, and there was some drama there but I was too drunk to care any more. She wanted to know how many guys I'd slept with. I lied a little, I think. I'm a bit hazy on some of the details. She wanted to know when I lost my virginity. And I told her the truth. I don't know what I was thinking. She was a little shocked at that, thought I was joking. Maybe she still thinks I was joking. I mean, it was young. She wanted to hear details, but I put her off.

Then she asked me how James stacks up compared to all the other guys. I told her he won't make the top ten, which is probably true, but since I don't rank them, really, it's hard to say. She needed to hear that, though, I guess, because she's pissed off at him. Other fish in the sea. Something like that.

Then she was asking me about penis sizes. I told her I wasn't the measuring type, but there were larger and smaller, and sometimes one was better than the other. She wanted to know if James had a large cock.

And then I said it. "Not as big as my Dad's." I have no idea where it came from. And yes, I did say it; I have that part of my brain that's always sober, and she screamed bloody murder as the words were coming out of my mouth. She remembers everything. Bitch. She started telling me what an idiot I was as the words were still on my tongue. It sobered me up a little. It's like seeing the cop car in your rear view mirror; it has a sobering effect, if only for a moment. Panic and adrenaline.

But the bad part is, I was so busy going, "Oh shit," that I have no real idea how she reacted. She didn't make a big scene about it, just lay back in my arms while I wasn't paying attention. I know we pretty much stopped talking after that, sort of lapsed into a coma again. But I don't know.

I was less drunk than she was, so I woke up again first, saw the time, and knew that she had to go home. And I knew she wasn't really in a condition to go home. I woke her up enough to figure out what to do, and she said she would stay at my place and call her parents and tell them she was over at a friend's house, which was sort of true. She was giggly and I was convinced it wouldn't work, but she shook herself out of her giggles long enough to phone home, then once she hung up, she was reaching for the bottle again. By this point I was sober enough to realize that was a stellarly-poor idea, so I took the bottle away and put it back, then came back and asked if she wanted to go to bed.

She pulled me back into a kiss, and we started making out again, and if anything she was sloppier than she had been. She let me do most of the work, and she didn't bat an eye when I got my finger in her rectum and was giving her a bit of a taste of DP. If anything, she was totally out of it, just moaning and saying odd things and writhing a little. When she came, it was weak but I could smell and taste again, so it was still nice to drink her juices. She wanted to 69, but she couldn't manage it, so eventually she let me lead her upstairs to my bedroom and slip under the sheets with her and just sort of lie there and snuggle until she fell asleep, passed out really, and I was left with a drunk teenager and a throbbing cunny, which I managed to pacify slightly with some finger manipulation. I humped her a bit in her sleep, I'm ashamed to admit. But she was out.

Then in the morning, Dad came in for a good morning something or other and found me in bed with Sveta. She didn't wake up much, thank God, but she did wake up a little. We were both bleary-eyed. And he was naked. And he just grinned and turned and left. I petted her hair and asked if she was feeling okay, and she said she wanted to sleep a bit more, so I lapsed back into sleep too. It was only a bit later that the whole thing added up, after I'd gotten her out of the house with nary a word about any of the previous.

So I don't know what to do. This is a big bad thing. Maybe she doesn't remember, maybe she does, but if I ask her or talk about it, she's sure to remember if she doesn't, and she'll want to know what's up. But she didn't seem to react to it the way I was expecting. And maybe it will blow over. Maybe she doesn't remember.

I doubt that I'm that lucky. I should never have let any of it happen.

And I didn't even get my good morning whatever. Damn.

Mike and Me

The pictures below have been removed because of Blogger's no-nudes policy.  Sorry :(

In keeping with my previous posts, so I can live the dream as long as possible and you can have some visual aids, here's a picture of me and Mike from a long time ago, but we're still just as sexy together.

Mike and the Fourth Part II

Whew, I'm back. Where was I? Ah yes.

So Mike kept fucking Mom from behind, with her over the table. Fortunately we have a sturdy kitchen table. Okay, not fortunately; we got a sturdy kitchen table for just this reason. And after a shorter while than I was expecting, he gasped that he was going to cum, and Mom hopped down and got on her knees and sucked a nice big load out of her son's cock. I was a little surprised, because I had been expecting that it would take him longer to blow, but I was also happy, because I figured that now he would be free to give me seconds. Dad seemed to know what was on my mind, but he just let me keep stroking him absently as we both watched Mike's cock deflate in Mom's mouth.

"Thanks Mom," he said once she finished cleaning him off and swallowed the remnants. And then he put his clothes back on and said he wanted to walk around town a bit, and left. That little shit.

Well Dad was ready to go, and I was pissed and horny at the same time, so I bent into Dad's lap and started sucking him, and he leaned back a little and sighed with satisfaction. He was sitting there drinking a cup of coffee and reading the morning paper while getting blown by his daughter. He's a lucky guy. But then I'm a lucky gal to have him.

Eventually he pulled me up, gave me a peck on the lips, and asked if I wanted up on the table too, or somewhere more comfortable. We settled on going into the living room, and I lay back on the couch and Dad got between my legs and slipped into me so painfully slowly, because he knew I was crawling up the wall and wanted to drive me crazy. I came when he bottomed out inside me, I was that wound up.

That took the edge off, and I didn't mind at all when Mike came back and found us going at it and settled down to watch. I guess Dad and I must have been going at it for a while, or Mike's walk in town was cut short by rain or something.

After I came again, Mike asked me if I wanted to double up, and I panted that yes, I would love that. It felt horrible when Dad's cock retracted from my nethers, and I had to put up with that empty feeling for a few minutes because we all went downstairs, Dad and Mike and me. Mom laughed and waved us away.

Once we were down there, I decided to try a position we don't often try, with Mike underneath me with his cock in my ass, and Dad on top of me. I wish I could get them to try to put both their cocks in my ass, but of course Dad won't. And anyway, I'm not sure I could manage it. It's pretty hard with two cocks in one hole.

They were ready to go, no coaching, and I sat myself down on Mike and felt that exquisite oozing feeling as his cock oozed up into my butthole. There's no other feeling like it; it's like taking a shit backward. And I hadn't had any anal for a while, so I was tight. Dad didn't wait for me to get comfortable; he just mounted me and slipped up into my tight cunny, with his hands on my hips holding me steady. My hands were back behind me supporting myself, and Mike's hands were on my tits, massaging them. God, getting doubled is to die for, it really is. I'm missing it right now. And it happens so seldom. I wish that James had a friend that could come over with him and Sveta, so we could have a foursome and Sveta could have a chance at being doubled too. Ah well.

I came quickly, but it wasn't a small O; I was thrashing about a bit, I don't mind admitting. I gasped after I was finished, "Does your new girlfriend let you fuck her ass?" to Mike.

"She was a virgin when we first fucked, so we're working toward that."

"A virgin?" grunted Dad as he thrust into me, and I felt his cock and Mike's jut into the center wall between pussy and anus.

"Yep," said Mike, I assume with a smile.

"Let's flip, so I can get it a little harder in my ass," I requested, and although we tried, eventually they had to pull out to reposition. But I was lying on Dad's chest with my ass up and his cock in my cunt, and then Mike slid into my widened asshole and started fucking me harder from behind. "So you took her cherry?"

"Yep."

"How old is she?"

"She's in college, an intern at the office."

"Mike, you dog," I panted. Dad just smiled and let us talk. His hands were on my tits now, and he was driving me crazy with his fingers pinching and kneading my buds.

"She wanted it," said Mike as she thrust. They always think that, don't they gals. In this case, I'm sure it was true.

"How was she?"

"Well, I fucked her three times that night, we were both sober, and I stayed the night." She must have been good to keep him around. "She was a dancer in high school, very flexible. Her cherry was already popped, so it didn't hurt her at all."

"You're sure she was a virgin, and not just saying that," asked Dad as he thrust up hard and made me pitch over the edge again. It wasn't as strong an O that time, but it lasted, a nice ticklish feeling that spread down my legs and up my belly. And with two cocks in me, it was like I was being pressed from both sides, so the tickle was inescapable. I'm afraid I giggled a bit. They don't care, my guys. Some guys get put off by that, but not my men.

"I'm sure," said Mike. "God Lexi, your ass is getting so hot."

"I'm cumming," I giggled by way of explanation. It only happens once in a while that I get like that when I cum, but I was getting like that.

"You're going to make me cum too," he grunted, and gripped my hips and thrust in and stayed there to experience the spasms. I didn't feel him fire his spunk into my colon, but I felt him go softer a moment later. He pulled out and sat back and let me rock on Dad.

"How do you know?" I asked.

"Just the way she was, the way she acted when I mounted her that first time," he said. He's got a good eye for that kind of thing. "Either she was, or she was a terrific actress. But if she had been lying, I would have expected her to lie and say I'd popped her too. I mean, there could have been a little hymen left to break."

"You'd be able to tell," said Dad, the voice of experience. Me, I'm not so sure. But then I haven't popped too many virgins with my cock, now have I?

"Is she willing? Anal, I mean?" I asked.

"She says she wants to try it, but she needs some time to get to know me. I don't know, maybe she's had it in the butt before."

"I knew a girl once who had fucked fifteen men, some as old as I am now, but she still had an unpopped cherry because she took them all up the ass," said Dad, and then he must have been aroused by that memory (maybe a memory of fucking this girl) because he gripped my hips tight and pulled me down as he pumped up, butted into my inner barrier, and then released a torrent of sperm. It felt like spunk was going to start coming out of my nose. I came with the second or third splash on my womb. I really wish I could get Daddy to get me pregnant; I'd love to carry his baby.

We cleaned up, and I tried to get as much of the cum out of my various holes as I could, not that I didn't want to walk around the rest of the day filled with my boys' cum, but I didn't want to be dripping everywhere.

We spent the rest of the day hoping the rain would stop, but it didn't. Mike and I went up to the office and checked out some porn, which led inevitably to going into my room and fucking wildly on my bed. We tried a new position, with him standing over me and me bending in half and sticking my ass up in the air, and he pushed his cock down into my ass from above. It's fine in porn, but after a few minutes we gave it up and went back to him behind me, plumbing the depths of my ass with his divining rod.

I asked him whether or not he'd done anything else with his own ass, and he laughed and said no, he hadn't. I think he's scared of it, frankly. He's still got some vague worries about being gay. Me, I think he just needs to accept that being bi is great, because it opens up a whole new world of possibilities for pleasure. But maybe he needs to find a nice tranny who looks like a woman just with a cock to fuck his ass.

We didn't have time for anything like me trying him out with a strap-on, but I did pull out a butt plug and made him wear it for a while. We had dinner, it got dark, and still it was raining, off and on, so no fireworks. But I got a bit of a firework when I sucked Mike's cock with the plug in his ass. He really cums buckets when his prostate is stimulated. He spewed thick ropes all over my face and hair. I wasn't expecting them.

I needed a shower after that, and he came in, and we fucked again under the water, the plug in his ass and his cock in my pussy for the first time. When he filled me, I felt like the luckiest gal in the world.

We didn't sleep in the same bed, because it was hot and muggy and we both tend to toss and turn. He had to leave in the morning, and I was too groggy to give him a proper farewell, so he just gave me a deep kiss and whispered in my ear that I was his favorite piece of ass. He's a flatterer.

I'm remembering all this now because the time between then and now hasn't been as pleasant, so I'll lose myself in the dream a bit longer, if you don't mind.

Mike and the Fourth

So Mike came home for the 4th of July unexpectedly. I know I'm telling you all about it late, but better late than never, right? Okay, so I should have told the story on the 5th, I know, I know. But I'm always so busy.

Anyway, he showed up in the morning as Mom and Dad and I were all sitting around in the kitchen slowly waking up and talking about what we should do that day, it being the 4th of July and all that (which, for my international readers who don't know, is a holiday involving picnics and fireworks here in the US). It rained the entire day though, so we didn't do much of anything. We didn't even get to set off fireworks.

There was the usual excitement about Mike being home, hugs, kisses, strokes, all that good stuff, and then he sat down at the table with us and had some coffee and filled us in on his life. I can't believe he's going to be graduating in a year with more degree than you can shake a stick at. And he will undoubtedly make a hell of a lot more money than anyone else in the family. I mean, my Dad's got his own business, which isn't really a path to wealth, Mari's a teacher, Sheri is whatever she happens to be this week, I'm a semi-employed theatre tech (although I hope to change that as soon as possible)... and Mike's going to be a stock broker or something like that. I don't understand economics. It's not that I'm a dumb girl, it's just that I never learned anything about it in school, and it sort of scares me. But lots of people feel that way about math and computers, and I have plenty of knowledge in those departments. Plus I'm in construction, loosely-speaking. So it's not that I'm a dumb girl. Lots of people seem to think that, though. I'm not even blonde.

Anyway, Mike's obviously a little worried about the markets and the economy and all that stuff, but right now he's more worried about finishing his last year. And student loans, of which he has some. So blah blah, we talked about stuff.

Then he got to the interesting part. He has a girlfriend again, at the office where he's working this summer. He flattered Mom and me by telling us that she's not as pretty as we are, but we were sitting right there naked, and she was quite a long distance away, so we took that with a grain of salt. She's black, which I find sexy to think about my brother and a hot black woman going at it, with short curly hair, but Mike says she's quite trim, very business-like...

I'm probably sounding extremely racist right now. Sorry. I'll be honest; I don't tend to find women that conform to the African-American standard of attractiveness attractive. I don't find them ugly, just not as attractive as I find others. It's not the color of their skin, it's just that I don't like huge breasts and bubble butts as much. Now black men, that's a ride I'll hop on any time. Not because of the reputed cock size, by the way; I've had black guys who weren't any larger than normal. But the cultural standard of African-American man is something I find attractive. It's probably because men of any race or nationality don't tend to look as different, whereas there are definitely different cultural standards for women, even in the US. So I find all hot guys attractive, regardless, because they're hot. Hot gals are only hot to people who find them hot, I guess. I'm over analyzing.

Anyway, Mike's new girlfriend is very submissive, which he enjoys immensely in the bedroom. He says she whimpers like a little girl every time he touches her pussy. And since he's had experience with little girls, he would know, I guess. But she's not very orgasmic at all; he can go for an hour without making her cum. It's not that she doesn't enjoy it, and she does cum sometimes, but he can't make her cum like I cum, or like Sheri does.

So I was snarky and asked him whether he was just home long enough to have someone cum on his cock so he could remember what it was like, in a tone of voice which suggested that we'd be doing him a favor. And he glared at me, and then asked Mom if she was free for half an hour or so. So Dad and I stuck around to watch, because what the hell, we were having breakfast and it was raining and there wasn't much of anything else to do right about then.

Mom cleared off the table and lay back on it and spread her legs, and I enjoyed watching my brother go down on my mom for a few minutes. I was tempted to get up and start sucking his cock while he worked, but I'm a good girl sometimes. So I reached over into Daddy's lap and stroked his cock, which was already rock-hard but I knew wasn't likely to go off in my hand.

Sometimes I just spend hours sitting with Dad while we're both doing something else, with my hand on his cock, just enjoying the feel of it. Usually it's after we've fucked once and he's not interested in twice. Sometimes it's in public, like if we're at the movies or a restaurant or in the car. It's sexual, but it's not incredibly sexual. It's just like putting his arm around me or something like that. Sometimes he does put his arm around me.

Anyway, after a while, Mom was plenty warmed up, so Mike got to his feet, helped her scoot her butt to the edge of the table, and took his cock in hand and pressed it into his mom's cunt. I never get tired of seeing a cock enter a pussy, never. It's possibly my favorite thing to watch, maybe with a tie for first with a cock spearing a tight ass. But I get to see a cock enter a pussy more frequently, and I still love it, so it's probably first. I don't know, I didn't take a survey.

After a few minutes of thrusting, Mike asked Mom to flip over, and she slid her legs off the table and rolled so her butt was hanging off. And then Mike entered her again, and I wished that Mom was into anal, because then I could have seen his cock push into her ass. But I was satisfied with watching them fuck, with Dad's cock pulsing warmly in my hands.

Shit, I've got to go, but I'll try to come back and finish this later, because there's more to tell.

The Wedding Photos

The pictures below have been removed because of Blogger's no-nudes policy.  Sorry :(

Apparently the guy who took the photos is a jackass. I mean, I knew he was a jackass before. A redheaded jackass, no less, which is too bad, because I like redheads (I'm in good company, after all). And he's not giving Mac the photos. So I still haven't seen them. It's possible that he's the kind of jackass who would post photos of that nature on the Internet, so if anyone sees them, do let me know. I mean, you wouldn't know it was me, right, but if you see amateur redhead girl outside getting fucked, let me know, because I want to see them. Even if they aren't me, I want to see them.

But yeah, this guy is a primo jackass. I won't go into details, although I'd love to bore you. But yes, has jackass written all over him. Stinks of it. So I guess I shouldn't be surprised. I'm a little surprised, because Mac had given me the impression that he had seen the photos. Maybe they don't exist at all, and the jackass is just being a jackass.

Anyway, sorry for disappointing those of you who wanted to see them. I'm a bit disappointed myself. But to make up for it, please accept this photo of me and a special lady in the grass.


I love the effect of the leaves and the sun on my back; it's almost artistic, isn't it? We're cute together, I think, although I know it's hard to tell from this photo.


And here, just for kicks, is me on a slip-n-slide. Which are more fun when drunk, but more dangerous. And you shouldn't slide headfirst, kids. Especially not when drunk. You'll bust your teeth up. I'm not speaking from personal experience. And I wasn't drunk in this picture.