Swamped One More Time

Maybe you remember last year around this time, I had a brief but interesting assignation with Erin, the private school teacher. Maybe you don't. Go ahead and read it again. I'll wait here while you enjoy yourselves a little.

You can imagine my glee when I learned that her school was going to be performing their yearly play again at my place of work. I didn't want to jinx it so I didn't mention it as an upcoming attraction here. After all, maybe she wasn't teaching there anymore, or maybe she wanted nothing to do with me.

Well, I got so convinced that she wouldn't even be there that I was pleasantly surprised to see her when they arrived. She put on a little weight, but in a good way. As you may recall, she was very skinny, and a few extra inches just made her a little curvier. Still no boobs, still Summer Glau, still hot for that. I'm not saying I don't enjoy, say, a nice handful like the Big Boss has got, but there's something about flat-chested Summer Glau lookalikes that revs my motor just fine, thanks.

This year she didn't come up to the booth, and she had her hands full. We exchanged polite greetings but from the way she was acting I figured that any repeat of the previous year's festivities was off. That's okay. I don't mind. Sometimes people cheat and then can't do the guilt thing.

The play her students were doing was interminable, as most middle school plays are. I didn't have that much to do, really. Zoned out and scrolled through social media. I hadn't even told Sveta and Zoe that Erin would be there because like I said, I didn't want to jinx it.

Then at the end of the night she came up with the microphones. No one else around in the booth. "I could really use a back rub," she said cautiously.

Honey, I can read the signs. Gone was the pretense of being disinterested. This time, she looked positively needy. I don't want to toot my own horn but girlfriend was jonesing for it bad. "Can you spare the time right now?" I asked her, just as circumspectly. No sense in being too forward if she wasn't comfortable with that. She might just want a shoulder massage.

I should add, as an aside, that the reason people like my shoulder massages is that I have stronger hands than you'd expect. Which means that some people don't like them because they're too deep. I had not expected Erin to be in the former camp because she was so slim, but she really liked the deep tissue nature of it even before I got to grabbing her tits. So she genuinely could have been just interested in a good hard massage. I didn't think so, but stranger things have happened.

"Not here, but if you come back to my place..."

Ok, I wasn't imagining things. She wanted more sex. I'm so okay with that. "I don't have your address from last time."

She told me in hushed tones like she was entrusting me with the nuclear codes.

"Right now?"

"Let me get the last of the kids off."

Sometimes the god of setups grants you the perfect one. "You get them off and then I'll get you off," I said with a grin.

She turned beet red and covered her mouth like she was afraid to laugh. Which made me laugh. Which made her even more embarrassed. Finally she regained her composure, smacked me in the arm playfully, then left to get rid of the kids.

It was a lot easier to just go to her place after I was done closing up. Last time I think I had to follow her and worry about getting lost. This time, GPS, wham bam thank you ma'am.

She was waiting for me when I came to the door, ushering me quickly inside. "He's out of town again," she said. I honestly didn't care if he was in the next room waiting for us. I kissed her friendly-like, which turned into a feverish attempt by her to crawl tongue-first into my mouth. Girl needed it bad, I guess. We made out and felt each other up for a bit just standing in her living room, then she pulled me rather roughly into the guest bedroom. Clothes were shed, bodies were revealed, and this time she wasn't shy at all about it. I wasn't sure whether that meant that she had explored her options or what.

Having already "taken one for the team" and let her have most of the fun the last time, I felt it was only fair that maybe this time she sample more than just fingers in my twat, but first I wanted to eat her out until she begged for mercy because I'm generous like that. There was no comment on the fact that she was shaved, with just a sensible tuft of pubic hair at the apex of her vagina. I enjoyed manhandling her slightly-more-curvy body while working my way toward the pleasure button, and then I finally got her on her back with her legs spread wider than I would have thought was comfortable.

"Oh goodness have I needed this," she sighed as I lapped pussy juice from her very ready slit.

"Shhh, just lie back and relax," I said. I got a hand on her nipple, a finger in her cunt, and a pair of lips on her clit, and started slowly working her toward orgasm.

She didn't last long. Her legs wrapped around my head, her hand threaded through my hair gently pulling me closer, and I felt the tension build inside her, then erupt with a series of hip-raising spasms. Remembering last time, I didn't press the issue or try for additional joy. I kissed my way up her shivering body and then, before she had time to think about it, I was feeding her some pussy juice from my finger while I nuzzled her ear. She sucked my finger like a cock, and I found myself idly wondering if she gives good head to penises.

I let her bask in the afterglow for a few moments, then we kissed, and as I was naked this time I ushered her down over my chin to my neck. She was hesitant, but eventually she found her courage or something and moved her lips to my left nipple and began inexpertly to nibble it. With some mild correction I managed to keep her from chewing on my tit, and correction devolved into a series of moans as she found the right way to do things and started revving my motor. I'm not above enhancing the experience to reward a willing beginner, and when her hand slipped down between my legs I moaned even louder.

She suckled and fingered until I had a small O, which I made out to be a bit bigger than it actually was. I had been hoping she might take the hint and move the kisses lower, but she came up for air and kissed my lips again, then snuggled into my arms.

"You have no idea how long it's been," she sighed sadly.

"Really?"

"He's never here, and when he is he's always tired."

"Girl, if I had you waiting for me at home I'd be saving it up for you."

She chuckled wryly at that. "You're sweet, but... well, it doesn't matter."

"Sure it matters. You deserve..."

"I think he's cheating on me," she said abruptly. "I found texts on his phone one time. He said it was just work, but it didn't sound like work to me. He was going to meet with whoever it was after hours."

"It might just be work..."

"I bet she has big boobs," Erin said bitterly, turning away from me and putting her hands over her chest.

"Honey, don't," I said. "If he's cheating on you, it's not because of you. And you've got great tits."

"Really? I always got made fun of in school because I didn't have anything there."

"Baby, I love your chest," I said seriously. "It's just the right size for you. If he didn't like your tits, why did he marry you?"

"Because he got me pregnant," she said softly.

Well. There were kids involved? "You've got a kid?"

"Two. They're with their grandma. I couldn't... I wanted to see you again..." She was tearing up.

"You don't have to make excuses to me," I said kindly. I really didn't care that much, as long as they weren't going to show up and spoil what fun might still be had. Yes, there was a cold, calculating part of me which really wanted to get Erin's mouth on my pussy. So sue me.

She told me enough of the story to go by: she wasn't his first choice, she was just young and desperate to belong, he talked her out of her clothes one time, knocked her up, they had to get married right after high school. "And he's always held it against me," she sighed. I had expected tears but it just seemed like she was tired.

"You can't leave him?"

"How? Even if I didn't have kids, divorce is a sin... though I guess I'm past that by now." She shook her head. "My mother would die. She's why we got married in the first place, really."

"Well, you don't need to worry about me telling anyone," I said, kind of stupidly. I'm not sure what that had to do with the conversation, but she seemed to appreciate it.

"I haven't made love in months. And the last time I... cummed, was with you." I thought that was adorable.

"You don't play with yourself?" I asked, the shock coming through a little in my voice.

"Oh, yeah, I just meant with another person."

"Right."

All my resolution to introduce her to her next level in the Sapphic arts was crumbling in the face of sheer pity for the poor thing. Not that I was planning to fuck her out of pity, but that I wasn't planning on expecting much of anything from her in return.

"Cumming isn't the same without you," she said sadly. "I mean, it scratches the itch, I guess, but it just makes me sad."

"Well, I'm happy to make you happy."

"Could you?"

"Of course."

So I found myself back between her thighs licking and fingering, and this time she took longer to wind up. She was wet and slick even without my tongue, and she tasted very nice, so I didn't mind putting in a little extra effort. She was moaning and writhing and then, finally, she let out several short wails and clenched down on me and shuddered and arched her back, then sighed and relaxed.

"So it's always like this? With you and your wife, I mean. Oh goodness, does she know about me?" 

"Yes, she knows and is totally fine with it. And no, it's not always like this. Sometimes it's quick, sometimes it's slow. Just like any other couple."

"I mean, you both... cum? Every time?"

"Oh? Yes honey, unless something is really strange."

"I understand why you married her."

"Honey, it's not just me and her. You should be getting off from sex, if you can."

She snuggled into me a little. "With you I do."

She wanted me to spend the night, of course, but I didn't think that was a good idea. We did snuggle a bit more, and I almost thought of trying to get her to eat me out after all, but something stopped me. I don't know whether it was out of pity or out of the knowledge that she probably wouldn't be very good at it her first time. 

Then I pulled on my clothes and left her lying naked on the bed looking forlorn. I should have stayed, but I figured maybe she'd want seconds the next day.

The next day, though, she told me sadly that there was no chance of a repeat because her kids were home. "My parents couldn't watch them," she explained. She was almost in tears.

So I gave her my phone number. Not for booty calls but for someone to talk to, if she needed it. She hasn't yet, but I bet she probably will. I told her she was welcome to come to my house if she needed to. I still haven't told her about Zoe, or really broached any discussions on the subject of bisexuality. I'm not sure how Erin will react.

But I do feel sorry for her. Not in a pity kind of way, just in a fellow feeling kind of way. I don't know what it's like to have a religious upbringing, except second-hand, but I know what being stuck in a relationship that doesn't work feels like. And I know what it's like to cheat. She feels guilty, I know.

Anyway, that was less sex than I wanted but more than I expected. Hopefully it was interesting to you too.

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.

Mercy Fuck

An anonymous reader asked me, "Have you ever given a mercy fuck?"

Well, I've described a few here. But it got me thinking. 

I used to give mercy blowjobs a lot. Once I was okay to do that (because I'd had my first time) I would frequently blow guys to get them out of my hair. Like, suppose I went out with a guy and he was clearly angling for some pussy but I just wasn't that into him? Yeah, I might offer up a bit of head to let him down easy.

I'm not saying I blew every guy I dated. At all. But if he was reasonably nice and I just wasn't feeling it, I could get him off with my mouth with no problem.

I did give a mercy blowie to a friend of a friend which then turned into a mercy fuck that wasn't really mercy. He and I had had a decent time, she was clearly stringing him along and he was pining for her, but she was dating a much more macho guy. Me, I don't get that. This less macho guy would have been better for her. But young people, you know.

Anyway, we had all been hanging out, he had been mooning over her, she had ditched both of us, and he had been a gentleman and offered to drive me home, which I appreciated. And he was painfully hard in his jeans, judging by the way he was walking. So I offered my standard blowjob, no strings attached. It was pretty obvious he wasn't interested in me, but I figured I could help a brother out.

He accepted, which surprised me a little, but again, young people. When you're offered a free blowjob by a girl, I guess you don't look a gift horse in the mouth, so to speak. But he stayed hard after a fair amount of ministration on my part, and he was warming up to me, so I guess I wanted to see if he could stay hard inside me. I was half expecting him to press in and go off, given how hard up he must have been, but after we established that the road to home plate was open and he was being waved there by my third base coach, he let me ride him in the back seat of his car for a respectable period. It didn't escape my notice that he wanted to do reverse cowgirl and was probably fantasizing about his actual love. I didn't care. He was hard and he used it well.

I don't remember the upshot of the evening except that we became good friends and never fucked again. I think he mooned over my girlfriend for the rest of high school, then he went off to college and we lost touch.

But that wasn't really mercy.

Let's see. I once was wingman for a girl I sort of knew who had the hots for this guy, and he brought along a plus one too, so it was a foursome, and when the two primaries hit it off, the respective wingmen were mostly left to our own devices. My opposite number was not my type at all. But this was back in the days when my type was more broadly defined, shall we say, and I felt sorry for him, so when the primaries went off together to her place or his, who knows, I invited the wingman back to my dorm with me.

I was thinking I'd just get off giving him a blowjob, but he pulled out condoms like a magician, and frankly I had nothing else to do that evening. So I got naked and let him grope me a while, then let him fuck me in an extremely unenjoyable manner, got a load on my tits for my trouble, then sent him packing. That was definitely mercy.

But the one I remembered when asked the question was this older guy at a bar who bought me a drink. Now, I'm not against older guys, but he wasn't particularly appealing. Until he said something along the lines of, "I know I don't have a chance in Hell with you, but I'm buying you a drink for the privilege of pretending for a minute." Something like that. Which is a decent pickup line, honestly, and maybe he was just a really good actor, but he seemed really sincere, and so I let him chat me up a little.

And he seemed nice once we got to know each other, and it wasn't like I was beating guys off with a stick that night, so I let him take me home. Older bachelor pads are a bit pathetic but I ignored it. I don't remember the act itself except that he was decent with his cock and pretty good with his hands. He was a perfect gentleman the whole time too. We lay in bed and chatted after the first time, about his ex wife, oddly enough, but not in a bad way. I think he was still shocked he'd landed me. I told him I didn't see why, which was more kind than true but was self-deprecating in the way I tend to be. Then after a bit he was ready and we fucked again. I know I came.

So sometimes mercy is rewarded, I guess. Or, if you're a guy, be a gentleman and shoot your shot and maybe it'll work out better than you expect? I don't know. I suck at morals.

The Blogger Age-Restriction Thing Update

So apparently it's not just my blog. It seems like it's something to do with EU restrictions, but there's no way for me to turn the age restriction login requirement off. That said, here's a Reddit post about how to disable it on your end, if you so choose. Thanks to Jim for seeking out the answer!

I'm sorry. It's hitting me right in the views (not that I'm getting that many of them these days) but it's not a monetization issue for me because I make no money off this blog and have no intention of changing that. I don't want your credit card details, Google does. I totally get that you're not interested in giving them that information. Neither am I.

If you can't access the blog, you're not reading this anyway, I guess.

Just more evidence that sex work isn't regarded as legitimate by anyone but sex workers. I'm not one of those, but this is going to hit them hardest.

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.

The Blogger Age Restriction Thing

So I learned from a reader the other day that Blogger not only puts a content interstitial on my blog, which I'm okay with and in fact support, but now is making you log in to view my blog, which I'm not okay with. I tried turning the age interstitial off and Blogger flagged my blog as adult and put it back on. So yeah. If anyone knows any way of getting around the log in requirement, please let me know.

And please don't tell me to move my blog somewhere else. WordPress.com is just as bad, and I can't afford nor do I want the liability of hosting my own domain for this blog. If I move I'll have to move years of content and I'm just a little ol' smut writer so I'll probably just close up shop.

The Perks

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