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Well, in large letters, apparently incest is verboten on Blogger. I guess I should have read that before I started this blog, huh? So if this blog vanishes into the ether, you'll know why. Hell, I'm not even behind a content warning yet, so who knows, maybe they'll never find out. But it's making me nervous, which I didn't need. Damn it. Anyone know anywhere I can blog that doesn't involve censorship? Not that I'm going to start an "Anarchy, free Internet, piracy, censorship sucks" campaign or anything, but I don't need the hassle in my life right now.

If anyone from the censorship bureau is reading any of this, I was kidding. I hate incest. I've never had it. The people to whom I refer are all over 18, none of them are related, and none of them are real. We're all fake. But I'm not impersonating anyone (which is another no-no according to the guidelines). And I'm certainly not advocating it. All the times it seemed like I was advocating it, I was actually being ironic. Yes, that's it.

Damn. Didn't really need this right now. I should have just kept it to myself.

Cumming Cunts

Dirty title. I'm just at a bit of a loose end at the moment and read something that made me think of a comment or two.

One: I have never called my cunt a kitten. Never. Didn't even occur to me. I know people do it, but I never have. I wonder why? I don't think my mother or sisters ever did either, but I don't know. Maybe we're too clinical to do that. I rarely talk about my vagina in any terms other than clinically. Maybe I'm missing something there. I don't like "kitten," but maybe something more lyrical. I'll work on it.

Two: I have never met a woman who couldn't cum. I know the vast majority of women are supposed to be that way. But I've never met one. I think it's all in the mind, personally. Sure, I've met women who don't cum hard, or can't cum for long, or don't really make any juice, but I've never met a woman who really and truly couldn't cum at all. Maybe I'm just lucky. I'm not bragging; I've only once or twice been the first person to make a girl cum, and in those cases it was probably because I was the first person to actually care if they came. I've once or twice not been able to get a girl to cum, but they assured me that they could. Maybe they were lying. I don't know.

My brother fucked a girl once who couldn't cum, but I never met her. She didn't dislike sex at all; in fact, it wouldn't surprise me if some day, she discovered the way to make herself cum through trial and error. She seemed to view her up-t0-that-point inability to cum as a challenge, one which she could overcome (pardon the turn of phrase) if she found the right guy. Maybe she needed the right girl instead. I don't know.

Again, maybe I'm just lucky. I know I'm very orgasmic, whereas my mother isn't. Sheri and Mari are pretty much the same as me, although they cum in different ways. But they're pretty easy to get there. Sveta is much harder to get there, but when she cums, there's no question that's what's happening. Kate cums easily enough, although her pussy is so shallow she must have trouble with a cock of any size. My roomie in college was nearly as orgasmic as I am, although she reacted totally differently. And of the other women I've been with, none of them have admitted that they couldn't cum, and most of them proved that they could.

I guess to me it's a challenge too. Because I think everyone can cum, if they try hard enough. I'm probably fooling myself on that score.

Probably Not an Appropriate Memorial

Had the day off (why not, it's Memorial Day, right) and nothing was open so I invited Sveta, who also had the day off, and James, who also also had the day off, over for some fun. Well, James has the day off every day now, because he graduated last Saturday. He invited me to come, but I'll confess, graduation ceremonies aren't really my idea of a good time, and I had work, so I had to pass. I told him the next time he was over, he would get my super-special graduation surprise. Sveta did come, and come as well, because apparently before the ceremony they found time to fuck on the sly. I wish I'd gone just to see that. Ah well. She said his pants got wet, so it was a good thing he was wearing a robe over them.

So they came over, came in through the basement door. My parents were upstairs, possibly fucking, but I told them not to bother us. James brought his diploma, and I oohed and aahed appropriately. Sveta didn't waste any time; while I was congratulating James, she was already slipping her shirt over her head. She wasn't even wearing a bra, bless her heart.

James said he wanted to see Sveta and I make out, and Sveta didn't even let me say yes, she just kissed me and started feeling me all over. Maybe she's ovulating, maybe she's just coming into her own, but whatever the reason, she was hungry for it. I was horny as hell too, so in short order we were both naked and kissing on the floor, totally wrapped up in one another. When I started feeling her up she gasped and broke away from my kisses and begged me to lick her pussy. Who am I to say no to that?

I moved down between her legs, but before I started in on her slit, I told James to come on over and join the fun. Sveta nodded too, breathless and wanting. He slipped off his shirt and pants, kicked away his underwear, and came over and looked lost. "Why don't you let Sveta suck you off a bit?" I suggested. "Then we'll see what we can do."

Sveta grabbed his cock like she was starving for it. I stayed up a moment to see the beginning, then I dove into her muff. She hadn't shaved today, I could tell, but still, even a little stubble didn't make her taste any less fantastic. I had her writhing and moaning, and I doubt James was getting much from her mouth. It's tough, when you start out with two people, being serviced and servicing at the same time. I myself have had moments where I was less than stellar giving head because I was just being fucked so well.

She gasped and came, not her strongest, but two or three gushes of juice. When she's a little weak, the juice sort of bubbles up like a mountain spring, whereas when she's going hard, they spurt out. This was mostly bubbling. I still lapped it up; don't want to waste that. I saved a mouthful, got up, and kissed James, who was surprised by the juice passed into his mouth. He almost choked, the goof.

"She's ready for some cock," I said. "Get down there and give her what she wants." He moved almost as soon as I started talking, and I think he would have forgotten the condom if I hadn't grabbed him and put it on myself. I say forgotten, but probably "forgotten" is more accurate. These kids want to fuck bareback bad, and I can't blame them. Frankly, at this point, if we could get Sveta on the pill, I'd let them. They're not going to give each other anything I wouldn't have already given them, but since I'm clean and I'm almost positive they are (and we could check that), the sticky wicket is her getting pregnant. Not that the sick little part of my brain doesn't want that to happen too. I'd love to see Sveta all full of a baby. It would be sexy as hell. But that part of my brain doesn't get much say in my actions, fortunately.

Once he was rubbered, he got between her spread legs and pushed in with little fanfare. That's one thing James still needs to learn; even if you're desperate for her cunt, and she's desperate for your cock, sometimes going slowly is really going to wind her crank and yours too. But still, she wasn't complaining. That may have been because I was kissing her, letting her taste her own pussy on my lips and tongue. She didn't mind at all. In fact, she's told me that she sometimes makes herself cum and collects it in a glass and tastes it. I would do the same thing, in her shoes.

Pretty soon James got tired of missionary, and since I think both he and Sveta prefer doggy style, he helped her to her hands and knees and pushed in again. I lay down with my cunt under her head and invited her to lick as much as she could. She wasn't able to do very much, what with the distraction of James railing her, but she did manage to bring me to a small O just about the time he grunted and slowed and I knew he was filling the condom with cum.

I was right, and there was a lot, which I tasted with a finger and then let Sveta finish. I cleaned James' cock off while she emptied the condom, and then I lay back and told Sveta that now she was free, she could try to really rock my world. She did try, and she's getting better. She even, without prompting, fingered my anus a little, no penetration, just some pressure which was very nice and helped me to another, longer O.

I think she wanted to show off her skills to James; she asked me in a whisper if I would finger her ass. I whispered back that it wouldn't be a surprise if she spoiled it now, and she pouted prettily and agreed. James wanted to know what the hell was going on, but we just looked at him and smiled that inscrutable woman smile, and he grinned and shrugged and sat back with a cock that was already half-up.

Sveta said she needed a break, and wanted to watch James fuck my ass. I was thinking the same thing, and James was happy as a clam. His cock leaped to attention, and after a minute or so of oral ministrations on my part, he was ready for my ass. I gave him some lube, just to keep him used to the idea, and when he pressed in I came right away. God I needed that. Sveta came over after a few moments and looked closer at his cock stretching my rectum, then she reached around and got her fingers into my pussy and pressed up, which of course set me off again. I kept cumming, actually, for a good long while with the two of them pressing into me from opposite sides.

My spasming ass was too much for James, who didn't last as long as he usually does, but I'm not picky; he got me off. He came in my colon, which I didn't feel, either because it was pretty weak or because I was still cumming. When he stopped I stopped, and took a breather. Turning around, I was shocked to see that Sveta was cleaning James' cock off. I almost stopped her. That's not something a newbie is supposed to do. But it was sexy, and my ass was clean, and it'll help her build up antibodies or something. Okay, so it was sexy and the rest of it is a rationalization.

Not to be outdone, I scooped cum out of my ass, what I could get, and swallowed it. Again, not something I normally do, but I was in a groove. Then I sat back as James and Sveta went to town. He wasn't ready yet, so while he waited he ate her out. I got down next to them and watched him tonguing her pussy, and offered suggestions until she screamed and blasted him in the face with juice. I got splashed a little it was so strong. I got up next to her and kissed her while she came, felt her pert young breasts heaving, stroked her tummy, which is just too cute for words. I could keep her forever, just make love to her over and over again, lick every inch of her little body. No, I'm not planning on locking her in my basement to be a living sex toy. She's just too cute.

James was ready, and I whispered in Sveta's ear that I had a naughty idea (I specialize in those). "What if we let him fuck both of us, one after the other?" I asked her. She giggled and nodded. James was getting pretty sick of us whispering and giggling, but when we both got up, bent over side by side, and presented our butts to him (not the way you think I mean, just stuck our asses up in the air) and said, "Okay, put on a condom and then pick a cunt," he didn't care about whispering any more.

James' cock with a condom on is a slightly different feel, but it didn't matter too much to me. He dipped into my pussy, then I guess he's seen some porn, because he pulled out and dipped into hers. Then back to mine, fucked me a little, then over to her. We were both holding hands and kissing, and if there had been cameras it would have made a great porno. I can't wait until he can do it with our asses as well as our cunts. That will be terrific. It's too bad there's not another guy who could come by and make a foursome. Maybe that's something I should arrange. I don't know how I would arrange it, but I could try.

It's fun, but it's a little tiring and not as likely to produce results (in the form of one or more of us orgasming) so eventually I got up and told James to lie down. Then I mounted him, slowly but surely, and told Sveta to come over and straddle his face so he could eat her while I was fucking him. I sound domineering, and maybe I am a bit, but they need instructions, otherwise it will be like many threesomes: awkward.

He's probably no better than she is at eating while fucking, but she and I kissed and felt each other a bit, and after I had a nice orgasm and James said he was close, I hopped off him and told Sveta to take over. I got behind her and reached up between her clenched cheeks and whispered in her ear to relax, and then I goosed her. She gasped and came just as James did. It was amazing feeling that with my finger in her ass.

After that, we kissed and cleaned up a little and I sent them home. It had been a lot longer than I thought; I guess time flies and all that. I think James was perfectly happy with his congratulatory presents, and Sveta and I were totally satisfied too. Okay, not totally. I still needed some cum in my pussy.

So I went upstairs and found dinner nearly done, asked Dad how his day had been.

"Well, your mother certainly was satisfied," he grinned. "You know how hard I have to work to get her rolling, but I managed it earlier." It's true; Mom does cum, but it takes a bit of effort, and getting her to have a long cum is rare.

"Still have any life in you?"

He just nodded in the direction of his cock. "What, your friends not enough for you girl? You're insatiable."

"You know it," I grinned. "Can we do it face to face, please?"

"Anything for you, Lexi," he said. "After dinner?"

So we ate dinner. I know that seems pretty mundane; we didn't fuck while eating dinner, we just ate dinner. We didn't even fool around at all. I wasn't horny enough that I was only interested in sex, and Dad certainly wasn't. So he and I and Mom had a nice dinner, some conversation. I got up from the table first, since I always eat the fastest, and told Dad I would be upstairs, then went to use the bathroom.

It took him a while to come up. He had other things to do, he said. But once we were upstairs together, in my parents' room, we got down to business quickly enough. I sucked down his cock, deepthroated him as long as I could. It's been my experience that on second times, Dad tends to cum more with lots of preparation first. So I worked at it until he was breathing harder, then lay back on the bed and said, in my best little girl voice, "I'm ready Daddy."

Dad knows when to go slowly, and he knows when to go fast, and I didn't need him to go slowly. He was on top of me and inside me almost before I realized it, long powerful strokes of his hips burying his cock in my deepest spaces. I pulled him down to kiss me, and he lay on my body, pressing me down into the bed, his arms wrapped around me. We hadn't made proper love in too long; too busy for both of us. Now we were making up for it.

I came, like a hose that's turned on slowly until it's full blast. I love cumming like that; you feel a small twitch in your pussy, then the warmth spreads from your pubis up your tummy and down your thighs, until your toes are tingling and your breasts are too. Your breathing starts to pick up, and the blood pumps faster, and then the pussy tightens and the first wave hits, soft and slow, but followed by another stronger one, and another, and if you're with someone you really love and who really knows how to make you moan, you work your way up to a climax that doesn't really climax, it just hits the top and stays for as long as you can stand it.

I came down finally, came back to myself and kissed Dad fiercely, and he laughed and said that my eyes had rolled back into my head. He kept stroking in and out, his hands on my hips now, right below my waist, holding my pelvis steady as he pumped into me gently but firmly. I could feel every inch of his cock. It's a good feeling.

But Dad wasn't going to cum in that position, so finally I laughed and mock-sighed and said that if I had to, I would let him take me from behind, as a favor. He said, "What, getting tired of me, are you?" but I noticed that he had already pulled out as he said it and was helping me flip over. Then he was back inside me, his hands on my hips, and he was fucking me harder now, not long, strong strokes, but sharp thrusts into me. I came again, strong but short, and then lay my head down and sighed with enjoyment and let Dad take as much time as he needed.

Turned out he needed a fair amount. He slowed after a while and asked if I wouldn't mind doing an old man another favor and riding him for a while. I don't know whether he was joking or not. I hope he was mostly joking; I hate thinking of my parents getting older. Still, I gave him a hard time, but when I straddled his upthrust cock and mounted him, I didn't really mind.

At the end, I was lying on his chest, and he was pressing his hips up while I pushed my rear down, and after I had come again, soft but pleasing, and was starting to worry that I might actually wear out before he came, he kissed me and said, a little breathlessly, that he was ready, and where did I want it?

"Where do I always want my Daddy's spunk?"

"Here it comes!" And he grabbed my butt hard and pulled me down and fired into my womb. And despite it being hard to get, it was worth the effort; there was a lot of it. I felt splash after splash, and I imagined that his sperm was impregnating me, and felt the smallest tingle in my pussy with each splash.

When I got off him, it gushed out of my pussy, which was a little stretched from the workout. It's too bad, because I had wanted to save it somehow. But it still felt wonderful when it was inside me.

I cleaned him up and myself, kissed him, and left him lying there with a smile on his face.

Now I know that's not exactly traditional Memorial Day celebration. But it's just as related to dead soldiers as having a barbecue and getting drunk. I'm sure there were soldiers who died who had sex too, probably even incest. So I'm doing it for them. No I'm not. I'm doing it because it's so damn enjoyable. But I'll rationalize.

Another Vacation Picture

Unfortunately the pictures have been removed due to Blogger's no-nudes policy.  Sorry :(

Found this picture of Mike and I from the same roll, so I thought I'd share it to make up for the lack of updates around here.


As I said, we spent a lot of time running around the woods naked. For this picture (and the other one) we posed a little, yes. Camera on a tripod, timer, the whole nine yards. I think they turned out fairly well.

Booty Call

Got a call from Sveta yesterday. She said her parents were out for the evening and could I come over. And of course I had to say no, because I was on my way out the door to go to work. It killed me, it really did. I haven't had any female charms in too long.

She seemed sad about that, but she asked me when I would be done. I told her late, and she said fine, she would sneak me in after her parents went to bed. This seemed like a stupendously poor idea to me, but I could hear her pouting over the phone, and damn it, I wanted her bad. So I slipped a few things in my purse (well, my bag, I don't have a purse per se when I work) and told her I would call her before I came over.

All through work I was pent up like nobody's business. When I had a spare moment I went to the bathroom and used one of the things I brought along on myself, just to take the edge off.

I'd never been to her house before, but I had a pretty good idea where it was, and when I called her I got pointers. It was late, too late for me to be doing what I was about to do. I haven't sneaked into someone's house in a long time. I don't think I'm cut out for it any more. I was tired and a little cross. But when I saw her form in the shadow of the open door, I felt a lot better.

She was wearing the most adorable set of PJs, flannel with hearts on them. We kissed briefly in the doorway, then she led me up to her room. "I washed out before you came, so maybe we can just do it on a towel in my room," she said softly as she closed the door.

She's much girlier than I am; her room looks like a normal teenage girl's should, rather than mine, which probably looks like a guy lives there. I'm cluttered and I don't care about posters of movie stars or fashion models. I'm not frilly, except when I want to be.

She cooed softly when I started nuzzling my way down her throat and into her neckline. Her top came off quickly, and I spent a few minutes suckling at her hot teen breasts. They're cute, is the best thing I can say to describe them. Very adorable. She's cute all over. I want to wrap her up and take her home.

I knew we didn't have a lot of time; it was late, later than I should have agreed to. I got her naked and started eating her out, as slowly as I could bring myself to move, which probably wasn't that slow. God, that taste; if you haven't tasted a fresh young cunt, go out and try one right now. I'll wait.

She's gotten better about cleanliness; she had a towel on the floor, and she and James fuck all the time outside of bathrooms and such, so she doesn't worry like she used to about getting everything messy when she squirts. I didn't want her to go off just yet, so I worked her up and then rolled her over and told her I had a new toy for her. I brought my dildo with a base, along with the lube. When I told her I had already used it on myself earlier in anticipation of her hot little body, she giggled and her backside blushed a little. Well, maybe more than a little; the light was low. I know the compliment was taken well.

There followed the usual lubing and probing before I felt she was ready for the big time. And by big, I mean not very big. It's definitely not my largest dildo. It's probably about as wide as the small plug she's been practicing with; the difference is that it's not a plug, and I can fuck her with it. I got the tip in and she was moaning a little loudly, so I suggested that she grab a pillow and put her head into it if she got too loud. I was really worried that her parents would hear, but at the same time the risk was turning me on terribly.

I got it halfway in before I had to stop because she begged me in a whisper, which is a very sexy sound. I'm not talking creepy; having a girl whisper to you that she's so full is sexy. And the way girls whisper when we're being penetrated by something too big is a sound difficult to duplicate. So I backed off a bit. "I'm going to try fucking you a little with it," I said softly in her ear and kissed her neck reassuringly. She nodded nervously.

When I started pressing in and out, very slowly and softly, she wailed. It was mostly cut off by the pillow, but they must have been able to hear it all over town anyway. I stopped and stayed still, praying that no one in the house had heard. There were fans on and ambient noise, and I guess her parents are deep sleepers. It's not a big house.

I was worried, whispered to her that I would pull it out and just finish her with my tongue, but she shook her head violently. "I've got to be able to take it," she said earnestly.

"No you don't, honey, not until you're ready."

"I'm ready."

"I don't think..."

"I'm ready. Do it. Keep doing it."

So I did. Who am I to refuse. And I don't think she was really ready, but I managed to actually press the whole length of the rubber cock into her butt before she squealed softly to stop. I still hadn't fucked her at all with it really. But it was trapped deep in her colon (well, deeper than she'd ever had before), only the base showing pink above her pink cunny.

"I don't think it's a good idea to fuck you with it tonight," I said, because truth to tell I was wearing out. "But I brought something else to fuck you with."

Undressing (yes, I was still totally dressed), I pulled out a small double dildo (although I was late to the game with double dils, I have plenty now) and told her to arch her back a little. She did it with some difficulty; her anus was stuffed full to bursting with rubber, which made it hard. I wish she could have seen me inserting the dildo into my own pussy, but as it was she looked comfortable enough and I didn't want her to have to turn around. I left about half of it hanging out of my cunt and then got behind and slipped it into her passage below the swelling of the dildo in her ass. She gasped but didn't make any move to stop me. Her pussy was wet as it could be.

Being fucked while having something in your ass isn't as hard as being actually fucked in the ass, but it's the next step. I came almost immediately, but just kept slipping it into her and out of me and vice versa. She moaned a bit at first, but once she settled into the feelings, she approached climax pretty quickly too, which was good because I was losing steam. She gasped that she was going to cum, and I tried not to miss a beat and slipped back, letting the double dil jut into her pussy and moved down to lick her clit. The spurts, when they came made the towel almost pointless; they were stronger and longer than it could handle, so I'm sure there was a damp spot on the carpet that evening.

I drank down as much as I could, got wet in the process, and had another mini O from my fingers as I licked her clean afterward. Then I really had to go. She promised she would get a drink after she felt up to standing, and I helped her slowly ease the dildo out of her stretched ass, which, finally, is beginning to maintain a little gape (very little; she's tight as ever) once penetration stops. It's adorable too, the smallest little gaping anus on this cute girl. I cleaned up as best I could as quietly as I could, and then got sort of dressed (I didn't put any underwear back on, for one thing) and helped her up. I didn't make her see me out or anything; I helped her downstairs quietly to get a drink. I left the dildo and the lube with her.

I'm pleased to report that the next day (well, today) she called me and told me her ass felt fine, no ache or anything. She wanted to know if I could come over again, but I had to say no. The great thing was, she didn't want me to come over to work on her ass some more; she says she can do a lot of that by herself. She's working on getting the dildo in her ass while she showers, and she says she can get it halfway in with no trouble. I told her to go slowly and make sure not to force it. I want to be there when she's finally able to fuck herself in the ass with it. Well, I want to fuck her in the ass with it first. But that may be a few days at least.

But she wants me to come back, or to see me again, because she wants to fuck me with the double dildo. She's really interested in me now. It's flattering, I won't deny.

If she can get the dildo in her ass without too much trouble and fuck herself with it a little, I think she'll be ready for James. It will be a first time, and it will probably need supervision, but she'll be ready for James. A bigger cock, or a guy who is too hard with it, no sir. But James has a reasonable cock (not small at all, but reasonable in dimensions for first-time anal) and he'll be gentle. So when his birthday rolls around in just a little while, I'll get to watch him have her anal cherry. I'm so excited.

Up For a Breath

Okay, so it's been a long time since I last posted. More than a week. Sorry guys, that's the fun of being in a high-stress occupation as I am.

A big shout out to the baby in the house. They know who they are. And they are just too adorable for words.

I haven't had much in the way of excitement since last I wrote, mostly work and not sleeping. When I get stressed, I become Insomniac Zombie Lexi, who emerges to feast on the junk food of the living. I'm not taking any pictures of myself until this period of hellishness is over; I've probably put on weight in awkward places and I look like death warmed over. Well, maybe not the weight; one good thing about me and this type of stress (as opposed to mental health stress) is that I don't eat much. But I do eat crappy food, which could counteract the not-much that I eat. I don't know. I'm scared of scales, and I'm afraid that mirrors won't show my reflection because I've lost my soul.

I've spoken to Kate; she knows all about theatre crap, so we've talked a few times on the phone and via email, and we're trying to get together for meeting her husband soon. But when soon will be is up in the air. And probably I'll go over there before soon arrives to fuck her again. She's just too tasty to refuse. When it happens, I'll post it.

James and Sveta are doing all the normal things that kids do in relationships. They had a fight a few days ago about something stupid, and now they're both on the phone to me saying exactly the same things. If they could hear each other, they'd realize just how dumb they're both being. But they can't, so they are still mad at one another. James' birthday is fast approaching, and frankly Sveta isn't ready for anal, not without some more practice. She's been using the plug and even fooling around with fingers, but she's still hardly able to take the small plug, so his cock is probably out of the question. I hope I'll be able to work her into my schedule a few more times before the big day, because otherwise I'm afraid she's going to go ahead without more practice and get hurt. Or maybe they'll keep being stupid and break up. At least they're not fighting over me yet. I can see that happening if they ever do break up.

I've been sleeping late and being up late and working late, so I've been missing Dad almost every day. I haven't had sex but 5 or 6 times since I last posted. It's killing me, really it is. It's bad enough being stressed, but when I can't even get some good stress-reliever, it's worse. Mom doesn't seem to mind that Dad has been showing her a good time since he can't get with me. She said they made love for an hour this morning, and again before dinner. Of course, I wasn't there to take advantage of even watching.

Sheri wants me to come see her. I'm going to see if I can swing it in a few weeks, once I'm past this current ugliness. Of course, I've got to get another gig, and try to get a fuller-time job, and all that business, so maybe I won't be able to.

Mari wants me to visit her too, but she's much farther away, and I can't afford the trip. She can't really afford to come home right now either. She and her girlfriend/partner were thinking of going to California to get married. They can't afford that either, but if one of the two happens, it will definitely be California. I think it's terrific that they want to tie the knot. They've been together for years. Of course, Mom wants to go too, to be there for the big day. And maybe she and Dad could afford it. There's money problems all around the Lexi household and extended familial dwellings.

Mike will be coming home, we hope, before he goes off to work again. He's only got one more year (I hope I'm reckoning right) before he'll be off to work for good, so he wants to spend a little of the summer partying. I told him to party his ass on home.

Okay, state of the union speech done. Now where's my bourbon?

Picture of My Favorite

Unfortunately the pictures have been removed due to Blogger's no-nudes policy.  Sorry :(

Yay, DP! Gettin' doubled! The big dub! Double your pleasure! I can't think of any more euphemisms right now.

But it's not fair to be constantly talking about things I can't do because I'm busy, so here's a picture I found in a pile of pictures I didn't know existed. I have no idea who the guys are. I should, probably, but neither of them is Mike or Dad, and my hair is fairly short, so this might be college. Or maybe not. The quality isn't so good; I think preservation would have helped this pic.

I had to color correct that ribbon, and now it looks strange. And we're all gray. Oh well. I think you can see that I'm getting it hard here.


This picture, on the other hand, is Mike on top and Dad on the bottom. I'm really not posting it for the titillation factor (it doesn't show much) but more because it reminds me of what that's like, so I thought I'd share. Look at the legs on that boy on top of me. That's what playing sports does to you I guess. He's got such beefy-looking legs; he's really not that huge in person. But his cock is buried in my ass right there.

It's funny that I found that picture of the two of them sandwiching me, because ordinarily Mike doesn't straddle my ass like that. It's a fluke picture, I guess. Or maybe I just haven't been paying attention. I admit, it's hard when there are two cocks inside you.