Housekeeping Post

 So we're fast approaching 1000 posts, which means I'll probably forget and the 1000th post will be some random bullshit. But know that I couldn't have done it without you.

Also, 308000+ page views? That's wild. I've been absent for years at a time and it looks like people kept reading things. I'll try to keep posting things that are worth reading.

And lastly, comment moderation is on but it's not because I'm going to delete any comments other than spam. If you really feel the need to chew me out or something, I will read it. And I'll probably feel bad about it. So keep that in mind. But also, please ask questions because otherwise you get canned questions from TMI Tuesday years ago. The answers won't be canned, but a lot of the questions are pretty silly.

Love you all. I hope me posting things is working for you. No, I am not insulted that I made you cum with my writing. That's a compliment. Feel free to pass it along to me.

My email, for those of you who might want to ask questions that way, is lexinaughtygirly[AT]gmail.com.

TMI Why Not?

If a crystal ball could tell you the truth about yourself, your life, your future, what would you want to know?

What the Powerball numbers will be next week. But assuming that that sort of thing is off the table (it's not greed; money would radically improve my life as well as others' in a way which knowing other things would not), I'm not sure I'd want to know anything about my future. I don't like not knowing but I think I'd like knowing less, if that makes sense.

What do you value most in your sex life?

Orgasms. Losing something means you appreciate it more, they say, and losing orgasms made me appreciate just how much I love them. That sounds horrible selfish, and there are things I value extremely highly in my sex life which aren't selfish, but being able to cum, that's the top of the list.

What, if anything, is too serious to be joked about?

Bit of a change in questions, don't you think? I don't think there are any things too serious to joke about, but by the same token, the joke has to be a good one. If you set out to violate boundaries with your comedy and you do it really poorly, that's on you. Obviously that's going to vary from person to person too; my "funny enough" won't be yours. But it's still on the comic to make the joke funny, and if they don't succeed, that isn't because the thing was too serious to joke about, it was because the comic wasn't up to the task.

Are you too nice?

I think I can be, to some people. I've been a bit of the doormat in the past. But that's more about disliking confrontation than about being nice to people. I don't know. I'm certainly not nice enough in plenty of ways.

Would you rather be the smartest or hottest man/woman in the room?

Smartest. Hotness is subjective. Obviously it depends on the room too; I don't care about being the smartest woman at the orgy, for instance. But really, neither of them matters all that much. Smartest person in a room is basically useless most times, and it's really only important if you have an unhealthy obsession with your own mental prowess.

Do you get aroused by hearing the sexual moans and noises of others having sex, e.g., neighbors, people next door in hotel room?

Holy shit yes. Although they've got to be good noises. I remember once I was in a hotel room and the people next door, I don't know who, were having loud and boring sex. And if it involved a woman, she wasn't making any noise at all. It was just, "THUMP GROAN THUMP GROAN" in a lower register. It was all one person doing the groaning too, so sure, it could have been two guys, or a woman pegging a guy, or any number of other permutations, but it was the identical groan every time until the last, climactic groan, which was the same but sustained for three times as long. Tedious fucking. No fun to listen to.

Lest it be though that I'm picking on the lower-registered, I also can't say that I care overly for high-pitched whining while fucking. The Japanese seem to be really into it, but I prefer more varied noises. Still, knowing that it's happening is a turn-on, even if it's tedious.

What are some small things that make your day better?

Chocolate, a snuggle from my wife (saying "my wife" still makes me shake my head in wonder, even after this long), medication... the list goes on and on.

What does your ideal Saturday morning look like?

Sleep. That's my ideal morning, period.

What does your ideal Saturday night look like?

These days, some nice food and an enthusiastic partner or two. That's kind of boring, for me, but I'm too old to be a party animal anymore.

What is the craziest, most outrageous thing you want to achieve?

I'd love to direct Waiting For Godot. I don't know if that's all that crazy, but if you knew the theater around where I live, you'd probably say it was a bit outrageous.

So you entered a cunnilingus contest. What would be your special skill?

Massaging the wall between the cunt and asshole. I have surprised more than a few girls with how much they enjoy the sensation, even if they were initially skeptical. My tongue is best used on clits, but if I can bring some fingers to bear on the problem, I have a whole range of exciting skills. I'm pretty good at balancing various forms of stimulation too, so it doesn't become too intense in any one area.

Would you say that any acts of bdsm are cathartic for you? If yes, which ones? Do you find you need those acts because you know they are cathartic?

This is a fascinating question, though I'm not sure I have a correspondingly fascinating answer. I'm not deeply into BDSM, being only slightly into bondage and submission and only very occasionally into masochism. There is something freeing about being constrained in certain ways, which is an old cliché but still true. Bondage that involves being blindfolded definitely concentrates the mind in other senses, which can be very pleasurable, but cathartic? I'm not sure I experience catharsis in the classical sense of the term ever, let alone in a BDSM situation.

Fantasy can help me work through things, and some of my fantasies tend toward areas of BDSM which I don't travel in real life. I'm not sure. I don't find myself needing the acts because of any catharsis. Honestly, I find loving connection in the context of sex, particularly orgasm, to be far more helpful to my psyche than any particular sex act itself.

Swimming Part II

 So when we last left our intrepid heroine, she had followed Rachel and Grace back to their hotel. Sveta followed me, but I don't want it to seem like she wasn't into it; she was definitely into it. In fact, knowing Sveta's proclivities in the girl department, she may have been more into it than I was.

The hotel was basic, but there was a King-sized bed which we stripped of its bedclothes, "So we don't get them too wet," as Rachel put it. Grace just did what she was told. I'm not saying these two had a subbe/Domme thing going on, but Rachel definitely wears the pants in the relationship.

"So you want to see what you got to touch?" asked Rachel, and Grace didn't really wait for an answer. She pulled off her top, exposing some nice big tits, a little saggy but plenty full, and then shucked her bottoms just as quickly. Then she lay back on the bed and spread her legs. Her pussy was olive on the outside and pink inside, very puffy, and when she reached down and spread the lips her clit stood out. "Grace loves attention," said Rachel.

"I haven't gotten a chance to sample yet," said Sveta. She's really come such a long way in taking charge of sexual situations. I'm not saying she's every going to be super top-y, but she can express herself.

"Go on," said Rachel.

"While our girls get acquainted, you want to?" I asked Rachel as Sveta moved in and started petting Grace.

"Really? Usually it's all about her."

"Usually?"

"Well, if we pick up another girl. We've never snagged two though. I just like to watch someone else use her."

"I mean, you don't have to do anything you don't feel like. I'm just really horny."

"Me too."

As I think I mentioned before, I'm not super into larger women, but frankly, I was feeling incredibly turned on by the whole situation. And Rachel wasn't hard on the eye by any stretch. Her face was very pretty. "So you want to show me the skills you were giving her in the pool?"

"Naw, if I get to play, I want to get eaten out, so if you're going to go first..."

"You can if you want."

"Can I eat her?" asked Sveta, who we'd almost forgotten about. She was kneeling in front of Grace's pubis, looking hungry."

"Oh sure honey, you do whatever you want," laughed Rachel. "No rules there. Tell her what you want her to do."

"I think you need to go first," I said, because frankly I was so close to cumming just from events unfolding that I wanted to just get off a quickie myself and then maybe have a better one quid pro quo once I got through with Rachel.

"Oh fuck, I guess I do," said Rachel. "Just seeing that cute little thing eat Grace out... Lord, I would be stroking one up right now if we weren't gabbing."

"Lie back next to her and let us take care of you both," I said.

So Rachel lay back on the bed beside Grace, who was already moaning much more loudly than she had in the pool as Sveta plied her with her not-inconsiderable pussy-eating skills. I reached up and pulled off Rachel's bottoms, and there it was, a pussy which looked tiny by comparison to her hips, crowned by black fluff like on her head. She smelled musky, and it took a little getting used to, but she was clean and fresh in spite of it, and when I started lapping at her cunt, it didn't really make any difference what she looked like outside of it.

Rachel had a tiny cunt. Like, not just proportionally. Not shallow, just very small, tight little thing. Her clit was tiny too, but she didn't mind when I suckled it while sliding just one finger into her. Any more than that to start with and I think I might have hurt her. My middle finger was clamped by her muscles.

Grace was begging to cum and Rachel said, "Go on, cum for Sveta," and I wished for a moment that we could swap places, but that was only selfishness. I gave myself a mental shaking and concentrated on the pussy I had before me, and before long I got Rachel keyed up enough that her hand moved to my hair, pulling my face into her, the fuzz at the apex of her pubis tickling my nose a little. I looked up and she had her top pulled down and big tits out, with giant brown nipples, and she was tweaking one. She finally reached, without saying anything, and pulled Grace's mouth over to her other nipple.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck," Rachel grunted as I stroked the upper wall of her passage. "Oh fuck yeah." She didn't announce that she was cumming, just came, hard, her muscles gripping my finger, her thighs squeezing my head until I could hear the blood rushing in my veins. I quickly reached down between my own legs and stroked a tiny O out, then came up for air.

"Honey, that was a good one," sighed Rachel contentedly. She almost purred. "Sveta, you are a lucky gal if that's what you get on the regular."

"She's pretty good," laughed Sveta. "Lexi babe, do you want to switch?"

"Oh no, we got ours, right Grace? The only question is which of us gets which of you off."

There was some playful argument, but in the end Rachel said she wanted to taste a redhead's pussy because apparently she'd never had one of those before, so we stuck with the partners we had. Secretly I wished I could have ordered Grace around a little, but by the same token Rachel seemed like she knew what she was doing more.

I lay back on the bed and spread my own legs. Sveta, taking advantage, I though, lay with her cute ass hanging over the side of the bed and was having Grace rim her, which Grace seemed perfectly happy to do. "I'm sorry, do you like that?" I asked Rachel as she assumed her position between my legs.

"Naw, but Grace will do pretty much anything you ask her to when she's this blissed out."

"Blissed out?" I suspected drugs and felt momentarily guilty.

"She's getting to cum today. Most of the time she doesn't get off like this."

I would have asked more questions about the relationship, but I really wanted a mouth on my clit, so I beckoned Rachel in and then put my legs on her shoulders. She did a few things differently from Sveta so the novelty was nice, but I confess that she really wasn't as good as I'd hoped. Still, I could look over at my honey being eaten out, both wholes, by a cute submissive girl while getting my own hole tasted, so it didn't really matter. I came quickly and then kissed Sveta and copped a feel because what's the point of being married to the hottest girl in the world if you can't occasionally grope her.

We had forgotten to warn them about Sveta's rather wet orgasms, so when she came, Grace was a little surprised but kept licking like a champ. I was watching as Rachel slowly, deliberately stroked Grace's tits with one hand while reaching down over her ass and sliding her finger in and out with the other. I wished we'd brought toys.

"Good girl," said Rachel as Grace moaned into Sveta's still-spasming pussy. "Cum for me."

And that was all it took.

"Do you want another?" I asked Rachel.

"Oh, one's my limit," said Rachel, just as Sveta was saying much the same thing.

"What about Grace?"

"Go on, you haven't gotten to taste my girl's pussy," laughed Rachel.

"Grace, do you like anal?" I asked her. No sense in being impolite, and she'd seemed eager enough to eat ass.

"May I please?" Grace said to Rachel like a small child hoping for a piece of candy.

"Go on," said Rachel.

So I exercised my own skills, and found that Grace's pussy was much wider than Rachel's and that she liked it rough. I'm not sure Sveta was rough enough; she's still a little timid in that area. I got four fingers of one hand into Grace's cunt and two fingers up her ass while I bathed her clit with my tongue, trying to keep the sensations novel. She moaned something about wanting to cum but I wasn't really paying attention, and then she was cumming and I decided I wasn't going to let up. Because I'm an asshole, I guess, I wanted her to think of me every time she was with Rachel. It felt a bit naughty, and these days I live for interludes of naughty.

She didn't tell me to stop so I kept going, and I didn't mind it at all when someone's fingers, I'm not sure whose, slid into my dripping cunt and got me off. Grace was cumming again, and she felt weak and spent so I finally let her down slowly, spiraling out of her, then licked my way up her belly to her tits, sucked each one, and gave her a kiss.

I wish I could say that I was doing it for her. Really, I do. But it was all about me, even though I was doing the work.

We chatted about nothing much in particular for a few minutes, then I guess we all realized that, once the sex was over, we didn't have much to talk about. Sveta and I gathered ourselves together and headed home, leaving them lying on the bed, Grace half-asleep and curled into Rachel's arms.

Swimming

 Sveta and I went to the pool the other day. We didn't get to do much of anything summer-related all last summer and we had a free day so we went for it. I was feeling slightly self-conscious about my body in a bikini but Sveta forced me to get one and put it on and I looked okay, I guess. She looked amazing, as always. I almost scratched the idea of going swimming and took a few laps in her pool, but she laughed and shooed me away. "Later, after you've ogled all the cute girls in bikinis at the pool," she insisted.

I do love a pool for people-watching. That's mostly what I do these days; I float around and eye cute people, mostly of the feminine persuasion because let's face it, a shirtless guy in shorts has nothing on a cute girl in a bikini, particularly if you catch her adjusting herself a little.

So we were floating and chatting, trying to keep away from splashing kids or old people doing laps, and I found myself drawn to watch these two ladies in the deeper end who are either very good friends or seriously into each other. There was petting of hair going on. I couldn't completely tell what's happening below the water line but as I kept looking, it became obvious that some kind of hanky panky was taking place.

The thing was, this couple were not my usual type. One of them was a heavier Black woman, and while my attraction knows no skin color I'm afraid it does frequently know weight. It's horribly hypocritical of me, given that I'm not a svelte teenager anymore and haven't been for a number of years, but I'm just not as attracted to avoirdupois. But this woman was pleasant enough looking, and the mystery of what was going on was fascinating. The other woman looked a little younger, olive complexion, long dark hair pulled up in a bun, a little curvy but nicely so. I confess I was spending more time looking at her for reasons which will become apparent. Both of them appeared to be around Sveta's age, not nubile young teens (sorry to disappoint).

I pointed it out to Sveta and she and I tried to be discreet while watching the two of them. No kissing, but a lot of touching and hands wrapped around from behind. Still couldn't tell exactly what was going on below the water but given that the larger woman was behind the smaller and one of her hands was conspicuously absent from view. And then the smaller woman (I can't give them names yet, we haven't met) surreptitiously ran her hand up to her own breast and definitely was getting aroused.

Sveta and I were captivated. I was turned on watching and imagining what I was pretty sure at this point was going on between the smaller girl's legs. They were pretty into each other and it didn't seem like anyone else was looking, so I grabbed Sveta's hand and pressed it down the front of my bikini bottoms.

Smaller girl had her eyes closed at this point and was lying back against larger girl's chest, one hand moving a bit like swimming, the other probably on top of her partner's between her legs. I have never wished I had a pair of goggles more. The larger woman started whispering something in the smaller's ear, smiling, and then she glanced over at us.

Shit, busted. Sveta and I hurriedly looked away, hopefully not too obviously. I adjusted the waistline of my bottoms and we acted nonchalant, although I did mutter, "God, when I get you home..." to which Sveta just giggled.

And that might have been that except for the fact that I couldn't resist sneaking a glance, just a passing flicker of a glance, at what was going on now that we weren't looking.

Oh fuck, now both of them are looking at us. I looked away hurriedly. Despite my recent experience to the contrary, I don't usually admit that I'm watching someone, and Sveta certainly doesn't. But she must have glanced too because she blushed and muttered, "They're watching us now. What do we do?"

"I guess just play it cool and maybe they'll go back to what they were doing."

"They didn't stop what they were doing. They're doing it watching us."

So here's the thing. Typically if you catch someone doing something lascivious in a public arena, one of two things will happen: they'll either be mortified and run away immediately, or they wanted to be caught. That's maybe not always true, but it's worth a gamble. So I looked back at the couple and just smiled nicely. I'm not saying I have ice water in my veins or anything, but I get the impulse to exhibitionism, and if that's what they wanted, I'm not proud.

The Black woman caught my eye, looked a little surprised but not enough to stop doing whatever she was doing. The smaller girl looked a little blissed out, but she made a friendly nod of her head and then settled back into her partner's chest again.

Now things were interesting. I smiled with as much friendship as I could muster and then moved a little closer, not like I was getting into their space, just to get a better view of the smaller girl I must confess. Sveta tagged along. The larger girl grinned then, and started whispering in her partner's ear.

I'm not new to swimming pool shenanigans. The trick is that the water has to be moving so the life guard can't look down and see what's going on clearly. It's easier with a guy; you can wrap your legs around him like he's carrying you, fragile and feeble girl that you are, and he can do basically whatever he wants, up to and including penetration, although for other reasons that's hard to pull off. But in service of our new friends, I felt like it was a good idea to rile up the water a little, just with some motions that could have been interpreted as treading water. I have no idea whether it worked, but there were no whistles, so the life guard wasn't wise to what was happening or didn't care. Probably the former, because there were plenty of kids in the pool and family pools tend to frown on hanky panky.

The Black girl kept looking at us so finally I covertly raised Sveta's hand in mine, then slowly ran it down my body into the water and down between my legs again. "You're impossible," Sveta muttered at me, but that didn't stop her from rubbing the old joy buzzer a little.

The larger woman grinned even bigger when I did that, and then she motioned with her free hand for us to come closer. Okay, contact well and truly established, going in for further communication. I led Sveta closer until we were standing in deep water close enough to talk.

"Hi, I'm Lexi" I said. I don't know, what else was I going to say?

"Sveta," Sveta said.

"I'm Rachel and this is Grace," said the Black girl. She hadn't stopped doing whatever it was she was doing. "You guys like what you see?"

"Oh yeah. I hope no one else sees," I said.

"I hope they do," said Rachel. "We get off on it."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah. Grace, honey, tell them what I'm doing to you."

"She's fingering me," said Grace, her eyes still closed.

"Nice," I said. Because why not. "Sveta was doing a little of that to me."

"You want to feel her pussy?" asked Rachel.

"Oh god, please, that'll totally be hot," said Grace, finally opening her eyes and looking at me.

"Right here?" said Sveta.

"I mean, sorry, it's just that she's really close," said Rachel.

"I'll help," I said. Why the fuck not?

I reached out under the water and felt Rachel's hand guide me up to the waistline of Grace's bottoms, then in. Feeling a pussy for the first time in a swimming pool is probably not my recommendation. Much better to meet a pussy in its natural habitat, the boudoir. But when in Rome.

I stroked, and Grace moaned softly, "Oh yes."

"Cum, that's a good girl," murmured Rachel.

"Yes mistress." And she lay back, her legs clenched together, and she shivered once or twice. "Oh thank you," she said, opening her eyes again and staring into mine like I was her favorite person in the world.

"Do you need anything?" asked Rachel. "I'm pretty good with my hands."

"Well, I'm not sure we're up for doing it in the swimming pool," I said, looking at Sveta who was looking a little anxious.

"How about a hotel room?" asked Rachel, who seemed to be the voice of the couple. "We've got one pretty close."

"Honey?" I asked Sveta.

"Okay," she said, seeming less anxious about that idea.

"We'll follow you," I said.

So we followed them to their hotel room. We just grabbed our things and walked the couple of blocks, still in our swim attire.

And that's where we'll leave it for the moment. Stay tuned for part two.

TMI Either Or

Pancakes or waffles?

Slight edge to waffles because I don't get them anywhere near as often. I like both Belgian and regular. But pancakes are good too, and they're incredibly easy to throw together. I've made pancakes with just flour, baking powder, and water and they were fine.

Steak or Lobster?

Steak. Lobster is overrated. It's good, but it used to be garbage food fed to prisoners, and if it still cost next to nothing I'd probably be much more interested in eating it. I just don't get the mystique. It's overgrown crawdad.

Freckles or dimples?

Dimples by a nose. They're cute. I have freckles though, so I may be biased against the mundane here.

Board games or video games?

Board games by a country mile. I'm terrible at video games. I wish I could get someone to play board games with me, but I can't, so I usually wind up playing video games and sucking at them and being miserable.

Dress up or dress down?

There are two ways to interpret this question. The bland answer is that while I spend much of my life dressing down, I love to dress up.

The exciting answer is about the logistics of wearing a dress when access to the goods is required. And I think a case can be made for both. I love it when a guy puts a hand up my dress, or flips the back of my dress up to pull down my panties and fuck me. But the tits, there's the rub. So it's best to pull the top of the dress down for better access to the twins, while pulling the bottom of the dress up for penetration. There really is nothing like a good, messy fuck with your panties around one ankle, dress hiked up to expose your ass, him pounding away from behind into your cunt (or asshole, I'm easy) with the zipper of his jeans poking you with every thrust. That little bit of pain every time just adds a slight frisson to the act. And depending on the dress, he can pin your arms to your sides by pulling it down so he can press your bare breasts into the wall.

I haven't had this in forever. I might have to seek it out.

Backseat of car or kitchen counter? (Of course I’m talking about a spontaneous place to have sex)

In my decrepit state of age, comfort is better than speed, and the back seat of a car is not a comfortable place to get laid. Sometimes it's exciting, but it's not comfortable, especially for a tall girl. So I'm going with kitchen counter, because wearing nothing but an apron while being bent over the counter is a great way to pass the time while waiting for the roast to be done.

Nipple clamps or handcuffs? Tell us why you chose your particular sexual encounter enhancement?

My nipples are sensitive buds which don't care for a lot of pressure, so handcuffs all the way. A little light bondage is fine sometimes. It makes me feel like I'm entirely in my partner's control. However, it's important that the handcuffs be easy-open, because there are too many horror stories about losing keys in the heat of the moment.

Well, that got a little steamy, so let's launch right into some questions which are more raunchy.

Tell us two reasons why you would stay in a bad relationship.

Sunk cost fallacy, or feeling like if I left them they wouldn't survive it. I've done both. Turns out sometimes you've just got to let things go if they weren't meant to be.

Do you wish your private life was kinkier?

Over the past year Sveta and I had a bit of time to try some things, so I think we're doing okay in the kink department, but there's always room for improvement.

Tell us about your weirdest sexual experience.

Superlatives like this are hard. I've told plenty of weird sex stories in the past, but maybe I can dredge up another.

Okay, one time a girl wanted me to fist her. No big deal, I've done it even if I don't personally get fisted often. I explained that to her and she said she didn't want to do it to me, but apparently the only way she could get off was with something enormous in her cunt, and that usually meant that her lady friends fisted her.

The weird part was that her clit was so sensitive that I couldn't even breathe on it or she'd be in pain. So I'm wrist-deep in her and she's urging me on, telling me to basically punch her in the cervix, to run all my fingers hard into the upper wall of her pussy, but the exposed area, I can't even look at without her wincing. That was odd enough. Then, at the height of her arousal, as she was getting ready to crest that summit and come crashing down, her clit is huge and red and practically throbbing, and she basically screamed, "I'm gonna motherfucking cum so hard!" and then slapped her clit.

And it was like she flicked a switch from normal arousal to seizure. She just went totally tense, her back arched, and her pelvis thrust up like I was pulling her up with my arm inside her, and she made this tiny whimpering noise and vibrated for what felt like an eternity but was probably more like five seconds, then her whole body went limp and I found my hand so deep in her that her labia were halfway up my arm.

I thought she was dead for a second, then she moaned, "Please Lexi, again." So I went back to feeling like I was really hurting her, but eventually I kind of got into it. She was making all kinds of noises, and I could feel the nub of her cervix and she liked it when I felt it, and when her hips started bucking a little I started moving my arm with them until I really was kind of pulling her ass off the bed by fisting her cunt.

Then she breathlessly begged me to rub her clit, which was swollen to almost purple, and she screamed when I did and did the whole tense-relax thing again, but this time I was ready so I kept solid pressure inside and out and she didn't shy away from it but just tensed and relaxed another few times, then finally collapsed and fell asleep.

I did not get mine from her, and I had to rub one out for myself and then, since she showed no signs of waking up, tuck her into bed and leave her apartment. My arm hurt like I'd been lifting weights, which I guess I was. My bicep in particular hurt like hell. But it certainly was an experience. And she later told me that it was the best orgasm she'd ever had, and wanted me to do it again, but it never worked out, so I have no idea whether she could give anywhere near as good as she received.

Can you have a totally hands-free orgasm?

I can cum from just being fucked, so yes. I can also cum without my hands through the cunning use of another person's lips, so yes. I can also cum by the application of a vibratory apparatus to my nethers, so yes. But hands help, most times.

What tips can you give for staying hard (you personally or keeping your partner hard)? 

If they're losing texture during the act, there might well be something psychological going on, or even something physical. But if we're just talking about keeping my partner hard for an extended period of edging or something, without getting them to go off, oral is my go-to. I can vary the sensation sufficiently to keep a partner from cumming while keeping them at the ready. Unless they're not into it, licking balls, asshole, taint, or even just the base of the cock can help prolong the inevitable while keeping the blood where it needs to be.

Do you have a special place you like to have sex regularly?

My parents' bed. My bed. Leaving aside those obvious answers, I like to have sex in theaters.

Are you annoying?

In bed? I try not to be.

A person whom you’ve had “the hots” for a very long time tells you they are super attracted to you. You spend a few hours together and the sexual attraction is overwhelming. You are dying to have this person as your lover. At the moment you are highly aroused, and he/she wants to have sex with you in a church, would you do it?

Oh my god in a heartbeat. That would make it better. Sacrilegious I know, but I still have, "fuck in a church" on my naughty Catholic schoolgirl bucket list.

While in the middle of the best lovemaking of your life, if your lover asked you to squeal like a dolphin, would you?

It wouldn't have to be the best. I might giggle a little, but I do that anyway.

Are you good in bed?

I flatter myself to think that I'm pretty good in bed. I've not had many complaints.

Ask questions, sexy or otherwise, in the comments, or via email (lexinaughtygirly[AT]gmail.com).

Between

Sveta looks great in panties. I mean, yes, obviously, but she really does. I love her naked and sweaty, but at the beginning of the session, or the evening, or whatever, seeing her giggling and blushing with her pretty pink pussy covered only by a scrap of cotton... priceless.

I love the smell of her too. I can't say that about all pussies; some of them are more or less appealing, really, though very few are off-putting. Basically, a clean cunt is nice, but sometimes the pheromones are just right and it smells ready and waiting. And Sveta smells ready and waiting every single second of her life.

So I grab her ass and press my face between her thighs and just feel the separation, that tease of fabric between us. She giggles sometimes, when I do that, and she's giggling now. Maybe I should just rip those panties off and devour her. Why tease? But sometimes, a tease makes the fulfillment all the sweeter.

When she's ready, really ready, not just smelling it but feeling it, and when she's wearing the right pair of panties, sheer to begin with, her juices flow out and you can see through the fabric. I can see the swell of her pubis, the faint dimple just below her clit, but she's held together, not showing off her inner pink, until I push her playfully back onto the bed and spread her legs a little, spreading her mound until I can see the outline of rosy labia. Sometimes she's got a little decoration of hair above, but not during the summer, when it might show under a bikini.

She smells slightly salty, like really fresh fish, though it's not fishy. She smells slightly sweet too, a little nutty, like a honey-roasted nut maybe, if honey-roasted nuts smelled like a willing and ready woman. I don't know. She smells like Sveta, hot and wet and begging for it. And again, maybe I'll just pull aside that scrap of cotton and thrust my hips against hers, burying a strapon in her until she begs for mercy. But sometimes I don't have a dildo handy, or I don't feel like fucking her hard.

Instead, I bring my pelvis toward hers, my pussy bare, hers still covered. They call it "scissoring" for a reason; our legs spread and meeting like two pairs of scissors meeting , but that's such a silly term for it, because who uses two pairs of scissors? I run my dripping pussy down the inside of her thigh, feeling each bump of her flesh, until I'm separated from her spread cunt by a wet cotton crotch, the ribbing at the edges of the fabric tantalizing me, spreading me too, until our juices mingle on the fabric.

"Harder," she gasps, and I pull back slightly, then run my pelvis hard into hers, our pubic mounds pulsing with the impact, lips spread, my hands on her upper thigh, my legs wrapped around her belly. And again, the dull pain of stimulation giving way to a wave of pleasure as we grind our pussies together. I don't back up again. We've trapped the wet cotton between us and we're not letting go. The friction of the fabric and the slow rotation of hips is all we need.

I cum first, because that's just the way of things. By this point our juices have lubricated us to the point that it's almost like the cotton isn't there. I can feel the cheeks of her ass against my inner thigh, twitching, tensing, begging. As I cum, I press harder, moaning, then relaxing, feeling her thigh against my tailbone.

"Harder. Please."

I pull back and this time run her covered cunt down my thighbone, pulling her into my pubis with a shock, then again, again, until she's gasping with every motion and I know she's close. I press our cunts together again, grinding hard, wet, juices flowing, until she softly moans, "Yessssssss!" and I feel the tension release against me, the flow, the shudder, the shiver and the shake. And then I finally pull aside the cotton barrier and press our warmth together, feeling her release, lying back and sighing.

Unexpected Random Fun

I always say that me visiting another theater in my spare time is like a coal miner spending their day off at another coal mine, but I have friends in various places and sometimes I get invited to galas and it's hard to refuse. In this case, the gala in question was the opening of the season, and party food was on offer, and if I hadn't shown up it would have been noticed by people. Bah.

So I dressed up a little, didn't wear jeans and a t-shirt but decked myself out in a flattering sundress, as at least portions of the event were going to be held outdoors and I wilt like a delicate flower in the heat. Fortunately it was nearby and I didn't have to worry about hauling my tired ass home afterward for mile upon mile. Still, I didn't know very many people there and so I was planning on playing the, "I'm wilting," card heavily as soon as I'd made a respectable-length appearance.

They were doing various numbers from the various upcoming shows, and one of them was heavily teen-oriented. I don't care for the play, but it has a nostalgia factor for some folks and for some unknown reason fresh generations of teens seem to like it too. I was kind of checked out, having already embarrassed myself by being unable to remember people's names enough for one evening. In fact, I was thinking seriously of wilting.

The lead actress in the teen-oriented musical woke me up a little. Tiny, must have weighed 90lbs dripping wet, barely five feet tall. I confess a slight interest in tiny teens. Gorgeous auburn hair too, and wearing an outfit which made very clear that not only was she wearing no bra (she didn't need one, very flat, but I can get into that when the nipples look as nice as hers did) but probably no panties either.

So I'm eye-banging her a little. Nothing major, just enjoying the view. And she catches my eye. I suppose I could have looked guilty or looked away, and anyway I'm a girl and most people don't suspect girls of eye-banging for whatever reason, but I just gave her a wink and a grin.

I'm thinking, "You dirty old bitch, making eyes at a girl half your age," and my mental illness is chastising me and saying that she probably thinks I'm ridiculous, and so forth and so forth, but she just kept smiling and performing. Credit to her; I hate catching the audience's eye and it tends to throw me a little. Anyway, I kept eye-banging because what was I going to do, stop now that I'd really put myself out there?

After that group finished up there was other stuff and I was, again, thinking seriously of playing the wilting card and going home, but I got to talking to someone I sort of know about this and that, shop talk that I confess I've been missing during the Quarantimes, and before I knew it she was introducing me to tiny teen. Let's call her Audrey after a totally different and much better musical.

Audrey is giving me this look which I can't quite read, not that I'm an expert in reading looks by any stretch. Pretty soon my original conversation partner is peeled away by another person and I'm there with Audrey, who is definitely giving off a vibe which I took to mean that she knew I had been eying her and didn't care for it.

I wasn't sure if I should apologize or what, so I'm trying to make inane small talk, anything to break away from the conversation because I really hate social stuff like this, and Audrey says, "I saw you checking me out."

Fuck.

"I mean..." I'm stammering.

"I know a quiet place, if you want to get to know me better."

Fuck?

"Um... sure, I guess."

"If not, no biggie, but you're cute and I'd make out with you."

Fuck!

Shockingly, cards-on-the-table sex talk is a much better social atmosphere for me, so I stopped stammering and told her that yes, I could totally do that if it wasn't too much trouble, thank you. Something along those lines. Nobody seemed to notice that she was leading me away from the party into the theater building and to a secluded spot.

Now, I know a lot of people who get off on the whole, "Giant woman fucks tiny woman," thing, and if that's you, feel free to picture it like that, because it wouldn't be incorrect. I myself don't have that particular fetish, and while I can be more dominant, I was feeling more seduced than seducer in this circumstance, possibly understandably. But feel free to imagine me pinning this girl to the wall and roughly taking her, if that's for you.

As it was, there was a couch there which made some things easier, and she initiated the kissing though it wasn't like I wasn't right there with her. Up close and personal, she looked a little less teen, so it's possible that I wasn't twice her age but merely old enough to be her mother. I should have said that, but I was enjoying sucking this girl's very persuasive tongue.

She pulled back a little when I started petting, and I thought I'd gone too far, but she just grinned and said, "God, I was hoping you didn't just want to make out." Top up and off, tiny little titties exposed and just begging to be suckled. She was sighing and wriggling her butt a little just from the touch of my lips to her tiny pink nipples.

She didn't have an ounce of fat on her. I know some people like curves, and I do too sometimes, but what she didn't have in curve she made up for in enthusiasm. She wouldn't let me do all the work, so in short order my dress was down around my waist and she was struggling with my bra. "I don't usually have to worry about this," she confessed with a grin.

"We can stop if you're not comfortable with this." See, consent is important.

"Don't you dare," she said, finally getting the hook open. "Usually the other girl does it."

Then she was licking my nipples and I almost came right there because she was fierce. Firm, a little teeth action, rolling them hard between her fingers, and I didn't know that's what I needed right then but apparently it was.

"Do we have time to fuck?" I asked her. It's not always romance and roses.

"Sure. No one misses us. Can I go first though?"

"Oh, for sure honey." This would have been another good time to bring up the age gap, but I was staring down at her tummy, totally flat, a little toned, with a heart tattoo on one side of the belly button, perfect pale skin, and fuck the age gap, I wanted to see whether she was wearing panties at all.

As it turned out, she was, just very thin ones which didn't present much of a line. I only really noticed them in passing as I was pulling her skintight dance pants down and exposing more gorgeous fat-free flesh. Honestly, there was a moment where I was feeling very self-conscious about my own layer of padding as compared to this girl, but Audrey didn't seem to give a shit.

Her pussy, when she spread her legs, was glistening, pale pink, puffy, gorgeous. Her ass wasn't much to look at, a little on the bony side, but that pussy was a gift from Heaven. Once I'd established that she wasn't super sensitive or anything, I dove right in. She tasted sweaty and womanly, in that order, and sometimes that might put me off a little, but I was a little sweaty too and it wasn't like she wasn't clean, just that she'd been dancing recently.

She got her legs around my head, her knees on my shoulders and the ankles crossed behind my back, and she seemed perfectly prepared to keep me there until the job was done. It took a little doing, fingers and tongue, and when she begged me to stick a finger up her ass, who was I to argue? She was moaning and writhing and clearly enjoying herself, but I wasn't getting her to cum. So I kept up the pressure in her ass with another finger, which she took like a champ, and then resorted to my secret weapon: pressure on the g-spot and pressure between pussy and ass, while licking hard at her clit.

That did it. She cums very prettily, not a big production number but a number of nice spasms and then a shaky sigh and a giggle.

"My turn!" she said after a moment, unhooking herself from me. I didn't ask, but she got on her knees on the floor, pushed up my dress, and then pulled my panties down. Thank goodness I had enough foresight to wear underwear that was cute. "Oh wow, you've got a gorgeous pussy," she said, giving it a once-over. I only report this as an event that happened, not to toot my own horn. Her pussy was gorgeous and I told her so.

She had a much more basic technique than mine but that's okay because I am absolutely fine with basic but well-done. I came pretty quickly but didn't let her up until she'd gotten me off again. "Thanks," I said finally, because it seemed like the thing to say.

"So do you pick up girls a lot?" she asked me.

"I didn't pick you up, you picked me up."

"Okay, so I'm a bit pushy," she laughed. "But the way you were looking at me almost made me miss the beat."

"Sorry, I didn't think it was that obvious."

"It was super obvious."

"I guess it's because of COVID, not being able to check out cute girls for so long, you know."

"Oh yeah. I get that."

"I wish I had my toys with me. I'd love to fuck you with a nice double dil."

"What?"

"Sorry, too much?"

"No, just... I guess I haven't done as much as I though I had."

I laughed. "It's okay. Can you cum again?"

"Yeah, if you do what you were doing before."

So I made her cum again with more of the same. It took a little while and I was getting pretty tired when I finished her off and I almost called a halt when she asked if I wanted more, but then we started making out and just rubbing against one another. She was a good kisser. A fine lay, but the kissing elevated it. That felt so nice that I let her finger fuck me until I came, my moan muffled my her tongue. We were almost tribbing, we got so into it, and I was definitely feeling her up too. She seemed somewhat new to that aspect of lesbianism too, so she enjoyed herself, and I got mine, so I did too.

And then we put our clothes back on because it was getting late. "Maybe I'll see you again," she said. And that was it.

TMI Because I'm Bored

That could be subtitle of many things I write.

A friend gave you a pie touting it as a favorite family recipe, and you ate this pie and got sick–or had an allergic reaction. The friend calls a few days later to ask, “How did you like the pie?” What would you say?

That's tough. If I was sure it was an allergy thing, I might say, "I'm so sorry, I realized that it had [thing I'm allergic to] in it and I couldn't taste it. But Sveta liked it." If I just got sick after eating it, I might lie. I wouldn't want to be rude. If it was something that I hated, like say it was a pie made from ingredients I don't care for, I'd probably lie and then be caught in the trap of having said I liked it and getting another one every time they thought about me. And eventually I'd have to eat it in their presence, and the lie would come out, and why do I do this to myself?

I'd agonize over it, I guess I'm saying. I'd probably still not want to be rude, but I might be able to muster, "It was okay, maybe just not my thing." Or I'd lie and say I was allergic to something in it. No harm, no foul, I just can't eat it or I'll get sick. I do that sometimes about ingredients I don't like.

Your significant other really wants to try the “swingers’ lifestyle” but you really do not want to do this. Do you:
a. Tell him/her no, you are not interested
b. Do it, and go along to make her/him happy
c. Say yes, because you’ll try anything once
d. Say no, with no explanation and forbid your significant other from venturing into swinging.

I'm going to pretend that this is about something other than swinging because Sveta and I have and would. I'll just imagine that Sveta wants to do something else I'm really not into. I can't think of anything, but I'll imagine.

I would probably tell her it wasn't my cup of tea, but unless it was something which I'm actively against (again, searching and not finding an example) I might go along with her to make her happy. I'm also very much an, "I'll try anything once," kind of gal. And anyone who answers D is a piece of shit. Communication, folks.

Have you texted nude photos to someone and had it come back to bite you in the ass–as in someone taking revenge for your misjudgement?

I have, which is why I'm pretty closed as far as photos go.

Have you or would you ever stop having a relationship with someone who had a weight problem, and their physique drastically changed?

This is another tough one. If the relationship was purely based on sex, I'm not proud but I don't find some body types as sexy as others. I've never had it happen, and I don't know that I'd immediately dump them and run the other way, but I could see, if it were just about sex, that I might trail off gracefully in that circumstance.

If it's not just about shallow sex, then I don't give a damn. I've changed physically since Sveta and I got together, and it would be extremely hypocritical of me to expect her not to change, as she has too. I'm not saying we both became walruses, but I'm no longer the svelte teen I once was, and neither is she, and that's okay.

Would you rather find true love or win the lottery with winnings of $10,000 (usd)?

While I wouldn't wipe my ass with 10k, that's peanuts. I would absolutely accept 10k if someone gave it to me, and it would make a big difference in my life, but not so big a difference that it's an amount of money which should be used in a question like this. As I already have plenty of true love, it seems unfair to ask, but if you're asking whether I'd break up with Sveta for 10k, I'd laugh in your face, or Sveta and I would figure out a way to game your system.

Which topic of conversation do you avoid at all costs–politics or religion?

Both, on here, as much as possible. I can't avoid politics all the time, and frankly politics is part of life, as is religion. So don't expect me to become a rabid political junky, but by the same token if I say something about LGBTQI rights relating to politics, you'd better get used to that because it matters and it's not just a game.

Religion, I don't talk about much because I'm not terribly religious. I have ideas about spirituality, but no one came here to read them.

Are you embarrassed when strangers start talking about their sex life to you?

Absolutely not. Please, more strangers, talk about sex with me. It's a topic of conversation I feel extremely comfortable with, as opposed to the random small talk garbage, or asking me what I do for a living.

Would you date someone who is celibate?

Yes, providing they didn't expect me to be celibate too. That may sound extremely bad, but I can love someone without sex (and do) and I can have sex with someone without love (and do) and I can also love more than one person (and do), so providing my partner wasn't telling me to stop having sex with everyone, I could absolutely deal with their own feelings on the matter. Like if Sveta came out as Ace tomorrow, I would still love her and I wouldn't kick her to the curb, but she would have to understand that I can't do that. Even when I couldn't cum without screaming, I still wanted to fuck.

I can't get by with just masturbation either. It would have to be an open relationship. But I would respect their boundaries in any way I could.

How do you decompress at the end of each day?

TV, dinner, and orgasms, not necessarily in that order. 

How would you like to decompress at the end of each day?

I wish I had a hobby. My hobby used to be theater, but that's not really true anymore. I wish I could putter around, building models or collecting coins or something. I don't have the money for some hobbies and I don't have the time for others. So I guess, being more realistic, I would like to decompress by having a better quality of orgasm every time. Many days it's self-inflicted and mediocre.

If you've got questions, which will be much more likely to spark recollections, drop them in the comments or send me an email (lexinaughtygirly[AT]gmail.com).

TMI Non-Sexy Time

 I'm just going through the archives. I don't know. One of the questions might spark a recollection or something. We'll see.

What was the name of the first person you ever had a crush on? Why did you like them?

I had a crush on a girl named Margaret when I was very young. I liked that she was smart and pretty. She later turned out to be a lesbian, but it's probably for the best that we didn't get together because we were quite different people. I still occasionally think about her and her family.

Which parent do you identify with the most?

Mom. I love Dad, but I'm more like my mother than I usually like to admit. But I got something from both sides, so it's not like I don't identify with my father.

What food will you absolutely not, under any circumstances, eat?

Insects. I might if they were ground up, but I'm not eating them whole. I view this as a bit of a failing of mine, but I can't get over the squick factor.

Would you ever adopt a child?

My financial situation would have to change a lot for kids to be in the cards. Sveta feels the same way, don't worry. At this point, if a miracle happened and we suddenly were flush with cash, Sveta would probably want to have a natural baby, but if for some reason that wasn't possible, we'd totally adopt. That said, I know a certain amount about it and frankly, if getting pregnant was as complicated as adopting and took as long, the human race would have long ago died out. It's a hassle.

When was the last time you played a board game? What game?

You know, I can't think of the last board game I played. Sveta's not a big one for games. We've played Cards Against Humanity with friends that I can remember, but I can't think of a board game I've played in a really long time.

How old is your longest living relative?

I think my uncle Sam is the oldest living relative I have, oddly enough. Well, I may have some cousins a fair distance removed who are older, but I don't count them. Sam's 75 I think. It's terrible; I should know.

Do you hope to live to this age? Why?

It's not that old. Sure, I'll live into my 70s. I mean, the world may be an utter shithole by the time I get there, but I have no plans to die at 69 for the lolz.

What is your family’s native language? Your native language?

English and English.

How old were you when you started dating?

My parents let me start actually dating in late middle school. It was mostly innocent.

How old were you when you first had sex–any kind of sex?

I plead the Fifth, but I lost my virginity when I hit puberty, and before that I fooled around with my sisters a lot, which counts, so let's just say it was significantly before I was allowed to start dating.

How would you describe your sense of humor?

Dry, quirky, esoteric even, and a bit zany.

I'd be fascinated to hear what any readers would say in answer to that question. How would you describe my humor? Pop that, or any other questions you might have for me, in the comments or in my email (lexinaughtygirly[AT]gmail.com).

Catching Up With Kate and Liam

The other day we were finally able to see Kate and Liam for a long enough period that it felt like old times. Before, we had been with Kate and the boys to a restaurant, and they had briefly had us over right after it became safe for us to be together again, just kind of a whirlwind of an hour where we never actually got to any sexy times because we didn't have time and neither did they.

Kate confessed that she really didn't want to bring us over if Kevin was going to be there, at least not the first time. Not that he minds, but she feels bad because when we come over, Liam gets all the attention. I wish I knew a nice gay boy to bring for Kevin, but he apparently has made friends and isn't in need of my matchmaking. Good for him. He's exploring his sexuality as only a recently-out teen can.

Liam, on the other hand, has dated a few girls but... well, he's a bit shy around the opposite sex, even though he's seen more grown women naked than most boys his age. He doesn't know how to close the deal, I guess is the way to put it. He's told us about some of his dealings and he's gotten a few handjobs (and given a few, I hasten to add) but hasn't yet found a girl who'll go all the way.

And why should he look that hard? He's got his mom and Aunt Lexi and Aunt Sveta to spoil him. It's not healthy, but we do spoil him. I think his mom is trying to get in all the quality time she can before he leaves the nest in the not-too-distant future, and as for his "aunts," we're just bad influences. I imagine that once he stops having at least one woman at his beck and call any time he needs it, he'll quickly figure out how to get it on his own. I hope.

But enough of that slightly depressing topic. Kevin was going to be away, at a friend's house with others so unfortunately not having as much fun as we were planning to have, so Kate invited us over for dinner and a show, so to speak. The show was heavily audience-participation.

We got over and found Liam buck naked with his cock waving in the air, looking like a puppy dog. His mom just laughed and said, "He's been waiting for this all day. Won't look at his poor old mom at all. Says he's saving it up for you, Lexi." Which is because this was going to be the first time I'd get to sample him in over a year, but also since after my surgery, so I can't say I wasn't looking forward to it a little too.

"We owe you birthday and Christmas, so how do you want me?" I asked Liam.

"Can we do it standing up? I've gotten tall enough I think it'll work."

It's true, he has grown since last I blogged about him, although I'm not sure he's grown that much in the year since we hadn't been able to see him in person. Sveta chuckled and went into the kitchen to help Kate, and I gave Liam a big kiss, plenty of tongue, then took hold of his cock and led him over to behind the sofa. "Why don't I lean over here, just to make it a little more equal?"

He didn't have to be asked twice. "Do you need me to eat you out first?" he asked. He's well-mannered. It's really a shame that he hasn't found a nice girl to show off all his skills with.

"Honey, I'm dripping wet just looking at you," I said, and I bent over the back of the couch a little and stuck my butt up. "Go ahead and flip my skirt up. We didn't bother with panties."

This is true; Sveta and I have a habit of losing panties at Kate's, at least until she finds them and sometimes returns them, although I swear she keeps some of them for herself. So more often than not, when the aunties pay a call, they go commando. I had also freshly shaved, which I confess I had been being a little lax about during the Quarantimes. I also confess that I was happier to be taken from behind because it hides certain pudgier aspects of myself that I was in no hurry to expose.

I felt his cock press against my labia a couple of times, the tip spreading me a little but not going in. "Don't tease," I giggled.

So of course he teased. I think he was just trying to prove that even though he was clearly dying for it, he was in control of the situation. That's okay. Mostly. I was dying for it too, and unlike him with his mom around, I hadn't had hot and cold running cock during the previous year or so. So I was tempted to grab him and make him sorry, but that part was outweighed by my intense desire to be fucked, hard.

"You really want this?" he said finally, pressing the head of his cock just between my lips.

"Fuck me hard, baby," I moaned in anguish. We were mostly kidding. Mostly. 

I confess that, while I'm not much for phone sex, I did it a time or three with Liam and his mom, and we really got into teasing, so that's where all this was coming from. During our enforced separation sometimes I would call them up on video and tell him what to do as he fucked Kate. It was pretty hot.

Anyway, back to the present: he finally pressed into me, his hands moving from his cock to my hips, and he set up a slow rhythm until I begged him to go harder. "I'm not sure I can last that long," he said.

"I don't care." And I didn't. I'm pretty sure that Sveta and Kate came out to watch at a certain point, but Liam and I were too into each other to really take much notice.

"Can we do it up against a wall? I saw a porno..."

"Sure baby, whatever you want." He pulled out, which felt achingly empty, and then I went over to a spare patch of wall and leaned into it, and he got behind me and, a little awkwardly at first, got back inside me. He's not as tall as me. I felt a vague twinge of guilt about that, for no particular reason.

"I'm gonna fuck you hard," he grunted. "So hard. I'm gonna fuck you so fucking hard." That's what I get for letting a kid act out porno, I guess.

But whatever. He did fuck me hard, not as hard as I would have liked but Liam is always a little on the gentle side even if he's been told he has free rein. His mom being so shallow must have something to do with it. His cock has become nice and big though, so it almost doesn't matter. When I felt him move his hand tentatively to my head, I begged him to pull my hair a little, which I'm sort of into recently. Pretty soon he had one hand through my hair pulling my head around to kiss him, while with the other he was wrapped around my waist pulling my ass out, my tits pressing against the wall and being squashed a little with every thrust. Damn it was nice.

He wasn't kidding about not lasting long, but as he pumped and then slowed deep inside and I felt the spurts, I reached down between my legs and managed to get off a medium O with him still pulsing inside me, which was very nice. I also managed to catch all the cum so I didn't ruin his mom's carpet.

Then we had dinner, at least until I noticed Liam getting hard again and tagged Sveta in. She did a little bump and grind on his lap, her blouse first pulled up then off, his cock pressing up into her under her skirt. Yes we both wore skirts. Preparation is key for these things.

I was almost sorry I wasn't getting a longer, more sedate fuck, but Liam's a machine; he can cum four times without breaking a sweat. And Kate was feeling me up under the table, so I concentrated on her for a bit.

Kate is still not the best lesbian. She gets better than she gives, most times, but it's okay because she's very enthusiastic. I pushed her hand away and said, "Let's leave these two for a bit. I'll help clear the table and then thank you for the meal."

Thanking her wound up being both of us stripping hastily and then her in the armchair, legs spread, while I worked my magic on her. "I love Liam," she said softly, so he couldn't hear her in the dining room, "but you make me cum so hard."

And make her cum so hard I did, twice in fact. I confess and bit of schadenfreude that Kate put on a little flub during the Quarantimes too, But she's still skinnier than I will ever be, the bitch. Ah well. Her pussy tasted different from Sveta's, and since Sveta's was all I'd had for a year, that was a new and exciting flavor. She'd shaved too, although I'm given to understand that even when it was just her and the boys for months, she shaved for Liam. Such a nice mother.

I turned down quid pro quo because I was hoping for round two with Liam in the not-too-distant future. Kate suggested that we all decamp to the swimming pool once Liam and Sveta finished up. I heard her moaning from the other room, and we went back in to find her up on the table, legs over his shoulders, being slowly driven insane. I went over and kissed her, then went to work on her tits while Liam thrust, until finally his mother started playing with his balls while he was fucking and got the load out of him sharply. Sveta, to judge by the state of the floor, had cum at least once. She took a breather while I ate his cum out of her spread cunt.

It was getting into twilight but their pool has lights, so we all went out and went skinny-dipping, which is pretty much the order of the day in their pool. Sveta and I gave up bring bathing suits long ago, even though we look cute in bathing suits, or so Kate and Liam maintain.

There was general splashing and frolicking, and then Kate started suckling at Sveta's pert tits and sort of left me and Liam alone in the deep end. "You ready for another?" I asked him.

He was ready for another. "Should we get out or...?"

"You ever fucked a girl in the ass in the pool?" I'm shameless.

"Not recently." He was playing along. I can't remember whether we'd done that before, or maybe with his mom, or maybe never. Didn't matter.

The nice thing about Kate's pool is that, since things become sexy there more often than not, she stocks waterproof lube within reach. Liam hopped out and lubed up his cock, then cannonballed back in, causing his mother to scold him absently as she worked her fingers into my wife. This time there was no teasing; we were both treading water near the side, and he grabbed my ass and pressed his slick cock into my pussy first, cheeky beggar, then with better aim into my asshole.

First anal since my operation. I confess that, even though Sveta and I went the back way with toys plenty of times, I was still a little nervous that I would be out of practice. Nope. He slipped right in like riding a bicycle. God it felt so good. I had a little tingle which I teased with a finger on my joy buzzer until I had a full-on O, gasping at the fullness in my ass, him holding tight to my waist and riding me through it.

"Pussy or ass?" said Sveta from the shallow end.

"Ass," Liam replied, because I was really in no state to reply.

He worked at it until I came again, which took him over the edge. I could have taken more, and harder, but he's a trooper and it was very nice.

"Let's all go gang up on Sveta," he whispered in my ear. I looked over and she was sitting spread-legged on the top step into the pool, her ass barely in the water, with Liam's mom's face pressed firmly between her thighs.

So we all went over and ganged up on Sveta, which wasn't really fair, and she was begging us to stop, and then not to stop as Liam's cock found a home in her cunt and both Kate and I worked a screaming orgasm out of her. Liam pulled out at a certain point and we ended up with Kate being fucked from behind as she ate Sveta, who was doing her best to eat me out. Liam pulled out again and gathered us together like the porn shoot it could have been, then pumped a few weak splashes of white onto our faces, mostly onto Sveta's.

And then we had to go home. We could have stuck around, and Liam was tempting us with talk of a bit of a rest, some dessert, maybe number five, but Kate had to work the next day and we had other obligations. So we gathered ourselves mostly together and left them, still naked, waving as we drove off.

Catching up accomplished.