Dressing and Undressing

I've always been partial to a good sundress, as I believe I've said in the past on here. I think they flatter me, and they're reasonable attire without being either too formal to wear most places or too slutty to wear most places. I mean, the sundress is a large enough category that that's not true for all things called sundresses, but you get my point.

Of late, however, I haven't been able to wear many of the sundresses I own because, not to put too fine a point on it, I don't feel comfortable in them. They don't flatter, or they're just not fitting right.

But I hesitate to get rid of them because part of me thinks, foolishly, that I'll still be able to wear them at some point. I need to find the source of this thought and kill it with fire because life is too short to hold on to foolish dreams, but it does bring me memories.

Part of why I like sundresses is because of a particular sundress, a yellow and white floral number that I call my Fuck Me Dress. It's not the only Fuck Me article of clothing I own, but this dress used to make me look hawt. And what was hotter, was that it was great to fuck in.

It's just long enough to be demure (on someone with a shorter frame it'd be positively saintly) while still being only a few inches away from seeing my panties. If I twirl in it, it rises provocatively, but still maintains an innocent air. It blouses a little in the chest which makes it look like I've got bigger boobs than I do, and it flatters my midsection.

But that's not why. It's just hard enough to get out of that it makes it more convenient to simply flip up the skirt, and the spaghetti straps are sized just right for pulling down the top. Many's the time I put it on for some other reason and Mike, or even Dad, ambushed me and pumped me full of seed before I could even use it to full effect on my intended target.

The skirt is just right for someone to rest a hand on my ass, and yeah, back in the day my ass looked hawt in that dress. It looked hot in plenty of things, to be perfectly honest. But a hand on my butt didn't disturb the way the fabric lay, and better still, because of its cunning construction, if the back of the skirt was flipped up the front still preserved it's modesty. 

I remember taking advantage of that one time at a picnic. I sat on my chosen target's lap on our blanket and slowly, achingly rubbed my ass on. His hardon until he finally couldn't take it and we managed to negotiate his cock out of his pants and my panties to one side and then he was inside me and it was a good thing we weren't close to the center of the crowd.

But even better, being fetched up against a tree, or a wall, dress pushed up, panties pulled down, and being properly fucked standing up, his hands down my top and holding my tits... Yeah, this was a great dress for that too.

And it rewarded the patient by coming off on many occasions as well. Or basically being cinched around my waist and forgotten in the heat of the moment. That dress has seen more fucking than most of my other clothes put together, I imagine.

And it no longer fits. It's a little threadbare anyway. I should probably get rid of it. Times change, and these days I wear pants to work and I don't have anywhere near as many guys clamoring to hike up my skirts a little. If I had a daughter, I would give it to her, as a good luck charm. As it is, it lives in my closet as a reminder.

All the Fun

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

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

"I'll ride," I said eagerly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Holiday Festivities

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Father's Day

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'll join you!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

4. How was it?

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

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

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

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

6. Why did you do it?

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

7. How was it?

As I said, lousy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pregnancy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

How Are My Parents Doing?

An anonymous reader, via comment, asks, "[W]e haven't heard about your relations with your dad in a while. Is he ok? Any updates on your family would be , ahem, "stimulating" for this reader"

The main reason why I haven't talked about my father, or for that matter my mother, much since I've started back up with blogging is that there hasn't been much to tell. When Omicron hit the area, they kind of went back into lockdown because they're both highly comorbid. So I've seen them from a distance for the past few months. Basically, I've seen everyone except Sveta and Zoe from a distance the past few months, really.

They're both fine, just getting older and so with the accompanying medical issues. Dad can still get it up hard as a rock and he still loves his girls, but these days he lasts forever and sometimes can't cum at all. If he does go off, that's generally the ballgame, as it were. He's explored medical aids for this, but with some of his other medical issues they're not recommended, and anyway he can give much better than he gets, so no one is complaining.

Mom is doing okay too. She says her sex drive has slowed down a little, but that doesn't mean she didn't enjoy her outing with Liam back when it was still safe for her to do so. I think she'd like another helping of a young man who's dying to please her, personally, but who can blame her?

Sorry that's not a terribly exciting answer, but believe me, as soon as it's safe to start doing so again. Sveta and I both need a heaping helping of Daddy's love, and we'll definitely report on it when it happens.

Anonymous readers are just as welcome to ask questions as anyone else, and I read all my comments, so be like our anonymous friend and ask away. Or tell me what you'd like to hear about, if you don't have specific questions. I can't get Nielsen to return my calls about polling my readers for what they'd like to read, so I have to rely on you to tell me.

Ready For Fun

My hand slides down over my breast, stopping idly to tease the nipple, though that never works as well when I'm doing it to myself as when someone else is doing it for me. Still, there's something to be said for a nice hard nipple. I lick my finger and return it, leaving a rapidly-chilling trail around the peak. Then, for kicks, I pinch. I'm not usually into pain, but just a little, centered on certain erogenous zones, is sometimes a delightful burst of pleasure.

But I'm overthinking it. Down goes the hand, over the bottom slope of my breast, over my rib cage, down past the belly button, and then resting on my pubic bone, feeling it through the fabric of my panties. Those have to go. If someone were watching, I'd take my time, but as it is, they get shucked with a shimmy of my butt and a slip and slide down my thighs, past the knees, to the floor.

I'm ready for fun.

I can feel the moisture on my labia as my finger flicks the clitoral hood, once, twice, shivers running up from my pelvis to my brain. Flick. Oh yeah. Flick. Oh fuck yeah. Flick. Stop teasing yourself, girly. I can almost hear my dad's voice saying that. He's never been much for teasing and it's rubbed off on my sexuality too.

Now I've got my clit between two fingers, gently squeezing, the shivers coming stronger now, every time I tighten my grip a little. Time to get my other hand involved. Down I go, not slowly this time, until I can feel the warmth of my cunt surrounding first my middle finger, then my index finger as well. Ordinarily I might use a toy for this, but tonight I want the pure tactile sensation.

Squeeze. Dip. Squeeze. Dip. Deeper and deeper, harder and harder. Then curling up to press fingers to fingers through the barrier of my flesh. My clit is out now, playful, not wanting too much attention yet, but enjoying the anticipation.

When my fingers slip together, clamping the clit between them, I almost lose it. Not that I'm ready for that, but accidents will happen. My clit can take a bit more, so I rub downward in circles while my fingers inside me rub upward in short thrusts. There's a rhythm I like that I can usually master, but tonight it's eluding me, that or I needed a toy after all.

Rub. Thrust. Rub. Thrust. I spread my fingers inside me a little, feeling a bit empty still. The ring finger wants to be warm too. It gets its wish. Now I'm rubbing up and down, slowly at first, then faster, as my thrusts from inside get more and more targeted.

When it comes, it's a little strained, like I wanted it too much, wasn't able to wait for it naturally. But I'm in a hurry. And anyway, it's not like I can't ask Sveta to help me out a bit later when she gets home.

TMI Tuesday

Were you ever afraid to masturbate?

I'm not sure if "afraid" is the right word, but back when I first started dating someone who shall remain nameless, I thought that he thought that I was pure, virginal as the driven snow, and okay maybe not that but I was nervous about masturbating when I was at his place. I needn't have worried, as it turns out, but it was a bit like starting out living with someone and being afraid to use the bathroom when they're around: yes, we all do it, but we don't have to admit it.

If you had to choose between licking chocolate from your partner’s genitals or taking tequila shots from their navel, which would you choose and why?

The chocolate. I can't really drink anymore for various reasons, but I think my answer would always have been chocolate.

What is a current sexual food fantasy of yours?

It's not a fantasy, but a fun thing about candy cane season is being able to eat Sveta out with mint on my tongue. She gets so flinchy and giggly, it's adorable. I enjoy it when she does it to me, but I can't judge my own adorableness.

What is the craziest food you’ve eaten while fucking?

Craziest? I've eaten plenty of things while fucking. Some people would probably call eating one's morning breakfast cereal while being railed from behind by one's father because he woke up horny and he's got to get off before you're both late for work and school, respectively, pretty crazy, but I maintain that it would be crazy no matter what I was eating.

One time I ate ribs in just panties because I was wearing a very nice dress and I didn't want to get it messy and then I wound up fucking this guy at the picnic with sauce still on my hands, so he wound up with sauce all over his back. Fortunately we were near a creek, so washing up wasn't an issue. And even more fortunately his sister was curious, so I got to have her too. They weren't fucking, but he watched me take his sister downtown repeatedly while eating another rib. At a certain point he got up and pressed into me from behind while I kept my face pressed into his sister's cunt so she wouldn't get weirded out and want to stop.

I guess that was kind of crazy, but also what we were eating was kind of crazy. I was a little pissed that she wouldn't get a chance to taste me because his cum was dripping out of my pussy and it seemed like that might be a bridge too far. I don't think they ever hooked up, but I lost touch with them years and years ago, so who knows, maybe they finally did. They were both out of my league, really, but you'd be surprised what being willing to eat ribs in the alltogether will net you, as far as sexual partners go.

Favorite form of adult pajamas: Kimono, soft pant, romper or Winnie-the-pooh style?

Kimonos are the most fun to see others in. Me, I'm a soft lounge pants/sports bra kind of gal. That's my go-to if I'm going to be slumbering around others with whom I'm not intending to be naked. I might sub a shirt of some kind for the bra if I'm really trying to cover up.

What was your most memorable sexual experience in a car?

Again, superlatives are what you get when you don't ask me real questions. I'll just think of a memorable experience and if I've answered this question or told another story before, you can judge which was better.

I think the first time I gave road head while the guy was driving was pretty memorable, but that was because he came but didn't get soft. I've had a few experiences like that; the guy might not be ready to go again for a bit, but he stays hard after cumming. I think the excitement of the whole thing just throttled him up immensely. I got a nice healthy shot of cum on my tongue, then he drove the rest of the way to his apartment with his cock raging hard and sticking out of his pants, then we adjourned indoors (he did put his monster away before exiting the vehicle, even though it was dark) and he fucked me like he wanted to make sure I couldn't walk the next day. Great sex, absolutely stellar. But not in the car, so I'm not sure if it counts.

The first time I got road head while driving was pretty memorable too. It started out as road fingering, because we were looking for a secluded spot to lose some clothing but had already struck out in two spots, so my panties were somewhere in the back seat and I was so ready to go, and she was extremely persuasive, telling me, "Oh, you'll be able to concentrate on driving, I'm just going to stroke you a little, nothing much." Yeah, when she pulled her fingers out and licked them off, I just wanted to drive off the road right there, but we were on the interstate at that point and I couldn't do much of anything when she grinned and flipped my skirt up so she could get her head between my legs. It wasn't much, really, and I could have stopped her at any time by closing my knees a little, but I was getting so wet and I was younger and stupider. She couldn't get me off that way, just didn't have the angle right, but my God she could keep me close to the brink.

We finally found a parking lot by an abandoned filling station where there were cars going by on the road nearby but we were secluded enough and at that point I needed to cum so bad I was practically grinding my pussy against the car seat. The back seat was cluttered with clothing and body parts, and it was awkward and probably less fun than it would have been had we just found a bed somewhere, but at the same time every time a car went by she would pop up topless and wave and make me pull her back down to me, which increased the exhibition level to the red line.

Needless to say, this was a story about Sheri and me. We shouldn't be allowed to travel together, I guess.

Have you ever had sex when you suspected security cameras might be present but the passion was too hot to stop or care about being caught on video?

Well, I told a story featuring security cameras recently here but I managed to keep the passion to a minimum until we found a place where the cameras couldn't see. I've fucked in places which were probably under surveillance before, but nothing really stands out. I'm sure there's security footage of me doing the nasty because I didn't care. Maybe you've seen it online. If you have, let me know. I'd like to see it so I can try to work out when it happened, the context, etc.

Have you ever had sex knowing full well you were being filmed or pics were being taken?

After I found out that Kate's ex-husband was filming the two of us every time we hooked up, I kept doing it. That counts, I guess. I've also had sex while being filmed or photographed, which is where I've gotten some of the pictures I've shared on this blog.

When it comes to sex, to which do you most relate–being an exhibitionist or a voyeur?

Weirdly for someone who is as okay with having sex in front of people as I am, I'm also a huge voyeur, and I think I might enjoy that more, at least as far as porn is concerned. Watching in person just makes me want to join in. So I don't know. Both? Both is good.

Have you ever sneakily or overtly filmed or taken pics of others having sex? What did you do with the evidence?

I've done it overtly because that's what we were doing. I've never done it covertly that I can recall. That's a little sketchy, even for me. I'll watch others, sure (all the damn time) but recording it seems like crossing a line of consent.

The evidence is currently being housed in a crate next to the Ark of the Covenant.

Hot or not–having sex in front of people?

Extremely hot. Not as hot recently because I'm not feeling good about my body so I'm self-conscious, but it has been extremely hot.

Which part of your body do you think is the most sexy?

Right now, probably my ass. I'm not an ass man, but my ass is probably the nicest thing to have gained a little curve during the Quarantimes.

Which part of your partner’s body do you find the most sexy. What was the time you first saw it like?

This is cliché but Sveta has the most beautiful pussy, it gets swollen with arousal but remains cute and pink and tasty. The first time I saw it I wanted to be the guy who was going to fuck her that day. Lucky for me, I lasted and he didn't, and now I get to see it whenever I want.

Are you a fan of lingerie on yourself? Or on someone else?

I'm a fan of both, although I stretch the definition of lingerie. Lingerie on men I can take or leave, but on women, including yours truly, yes please.

Would you rather listen to a sexy voice telling you what is happening or watch a sex scene on mute?

I like sound. A good sexy voice can get me off, which is odd because I don't care for phone sex, really. But a well-narrated sex scene is probably sexier, on the whole, than a silent but visually pleasing one. I don't know though. I like pictures with my sound.

Tell us about a time you experimented with a fantasy and it did not go according to plan.

One of the first times I tried to drink piss (I don't know if it was the first first) I choked and almost vomited and that turned me off of it for a bit. It wasn't anything about the situation, it just went down the wrong pipe by accident. Definitely not according to plan.

Updates

What have I been up to, you may ask.

1) Sveta and I got married. Mostly for tax purposes, we like to say, and I'd be lying if that wasn't part of the calculus. Another part was that if either of us had to go to the hospital (which it turned out was prescient, about which more further down the page) it would be good to be married for the purposes of sorting through that kind of bullshit. And there was definitely an element of, "If we don't do it now, we may not be allowed to do it in future," which as yet has not turned out to be as prescient, but please don't relax on the LGBTQI-rights front.

It didn't really change our relationship, and we didn't want it to, but it was nice. I love her, she loves me, we're married, and it's still strange to say, "my wife," in conversation. Partially because I didn't think it would ever happen, partially because I figured I'd have to get straight-married. Lesbian-married is better because we both got to wear dresses.

The ceremony was nothing exciting. We had a wedding party afterward which didn't immediately degenerate into debauchery because the in-laws were there. Sveta's father was surprisingly supportive. Sveta's mother-in-law looked like she could spit nails. But anyway, the party was nice, just friends and well-wishes, and then some of us had gotten hotel rooms in the same hotel so we did wind up having a bit of a fun time for our wedding night. It's been long enough that I don't know that I can play-by-play it even if I wanted to, but Sveta finally got to fuck the members of the family she'd been missing on her card and when we finished with Sheri, Mari (yes, she came, and yes, she came), and Mike, there was a whole other party with some of our friends who showed us a very nice time as well.

2) My parents are okay. Mike and my sisters are okay. There have been some health things, but nothing major. Mari finally tied the knot with her long-time partner, though there was no corresponding wingding for that. I'm still not sure how much her partner knows about her family. She was very nice at the wedding but didn't show up for any of the more sexual festivities. It's Mari's life. I'm not judging. Much.

3) I had to have my lady parts removed. Well, a lot of them. The pain just got to be too much, and finally I found a doctor who would listen and not think I was making it up, and it turned out that yeah, the uterus and one of the ovaries needed to go. The operation went smoothly, the recovery went smoothly, and aside from some lingering psychological stuff which made me somewhat wary at first, I have been having pain-free orgasms in the quantities to which I used to be accustomed ever since. Of course...

4) Then COVID hit, so until I got my vaccination, Sveta and I were stuck with just each other as partners, which didn't put much strain on the relationship but did make me wish like hell I knew a magic spell to give one or both of us a cock temporarily. We had to stop seeing everyone. Even Zoe, who...

5) Zoe is still a thing in our lives. She has a girlfriend now, but we see her often enough, now that we're all vaccinated. I think she was a little crushed that I married Sveta, but she came to the wedding (this was prior to her getting a girlfriend) and participated in the after-after-party, wherein she got fucked seventeen ways to Sunday by a bunch of hot lesbians, which I think got her over her infatuation with me. Or maybe not, but she hasn't shown any signs of pining over me that I've seen. It's complicated. I wish it weren't.

6) Kate, Liam, and Kevin are also continuing to be seen by us. Let me try that sentence again. We see Kate, Liam, and Kevin as often as we all can spare the time. Kevin came out a few Prides ago, we were all super proud of him, and both he and his brother have found partners outside the home, though it doesn't seem to last. They're young. I won't start worrying just yet.

7) Anything else I'm forgetting? Pop a question in the comments, or email, or write it in fiery letters across the sky above my house.

TMI Tuesday

From the archives, from which I'm rapidly forgetting whether I've already done a particular post or not.  My fault for not simply starting at the beginning and going forward rather than jumping around as the mood hits me.

1. Would you take a course in advanced sex positions? Why?

I mean, if it were a hands-on course, that sounds like fun.  But even if it weren't, I'd try it if it were free.  It never hurts to learn more sex moves.  Can't rest on your laurels.

I do find most of the Kama Sutra to be impractical.  And entirely too hetero-focused.  But what works for me isn't what works for others, and what works with one partner might not be what works with another, so it's useful to keep brushing up, even if it's just to come up with a goof.

2. “Did you orgasm?”
Men: Do you ask your sex partners this? Women: Have you been asked this?

I have.  Usually not in those words: "Did you cum?" is far more common.

Men, why do you ask this question? Women, do you mind being asked this question?

It entirely depends on why he or she is asking.  Actually, let's face it, it's usually he.  Women, for whatever reason, are less likely to ask me if I came.

I frequently announce my own orgasms in some way, not necessarily screaming, "I'm cumming!" but just as encouragement.  "Oh god, yes, you're making me cum!" is a good way to ensure that whatever it is they're doing, they'll keep doing it.  I'm not proud of it, but when I fake it I always announce.

So if I said, "God, yes, I'm cumming so hard," then asking me after if I came is probably not wise.  But that's only happened once or twice.

If my partner is asking because I was being unusually unresponsive, then I don't mind in principle.  If Sveta asks me, it's usually to make sure I did and just didn't tell her because she was trying hard to get me there.  Of late, it gets asked sometimes because I've said that I have difficulty and yet it seemed like I might have cum, and my partner is more making sure I'm okay than anything else.  Being asked, "Did you cum?" because I winced a lot is different.

From women, it's always inexperience.  I've never had a woman ask me whether I came because she was being anything other than worried I hadn't enjoyed myself because she didn't know what she was doing.  And that's fine.

From men, it's often insecurity or inexperience too, and again, I don't really mind that.  But if a guy thinks he's God's gift to vaginas and is merely reinforcing that opinion by asking, I mind.  Particularly if I didn't.  If a guy hops on, rides me like I'm not even there, and then rolls over and looks at me like he's King Shit and asks me, "Did you cum?" I might be tempted to tell him, "No, how could I?"  I once had a guy who didn't even ask: "You came, right?"  And I told him where to get off.

But on the whole, asking me whether I had an orgasm is generally just an attempt to communicate a desire to please me, and I support that. I don't really want it to happen every damn time we fuck, but if the first time you ask me because you want to make sure you did okay, I'm probably okay with that.  I might even reward it with, "Yes, but I'd like to again please." 

3. “Was it good for you?”
Have you ever asked this question after having sex? Were you ever told “No, it was not good.” If yes, what did you do?

What a movie cliche.  I don't think I've ever asked that in those words.  I've asked, "Was I okay?" a number of times.  Not in quite a while, but it used to be that I was still somewhat unsure of myself and wanted to make sure my partner was happy with me.  It's a selfish thing to ask, in a way, but again, I think it can show a concern that one wants to please one's partner.

I think I may have asked my father that my first time.  I definitely asked a few boys that when I was just starting to venture out from the nest.  I've asked a few times with people on our first time because it seemed like they might not have enjoyed themselves.

However, I don't think I've ever had anyone admit that it wasn't good, if I asked them that question.  I'm sure it hasn't been, and I knew it before I asked, and I didn't believe them because they were evasive, but I can't recall ever having anyone be blunt.  It might be my selection of partners, or it might be that women have an easier time of it than men in this department, or it might be that I'm a fucking sex goddess (that's totally not the reason but it sure is fun to say).

I have been told that the sex wasn't good, just not after I asked whether it was.  It's hard to take sometimes.  If you have no connection with the person, say it's a one-time thing or strangers or whatever, it's rough because it's basically a rejection, and there's likely nothing you can do about it.  I've had several guys tell me that the sex wasn't that good because I wasn't into something in particular, which is frustrating when they didn't tell me up front that that's what they wanted, but hey, I'm a mind-reader, right?  But when someone with whom you've got some kind of relationship in the longer term tells you that, it's like criticism, and it does sting.

The thing is, if you hear that, the way to react is not defensively or to shut the conversation down.  If you have the opportunity, you should figure out why it didn't work.  If you were trying something new, then hey, that new thing won't make the rotation.  If you just weren't on the same wavelength, now's the chance to rectify that.  If your partner is looking for something and not getting it, it's not fair of them to tell you that without telling you what that thing is.  So it's a two-way street, just like all criticism.  "Was it good for you?" is a terrible question to ask anyway.  "Good" doesn't tell you anything.

In fact, even if it was good for you, if you want to keep fucking, take the time to talk about it.  What was good?  What else would be good?

And sometimes, you're going to figure out that it's never going to be good.  He wants giant boobs and you've got an A cup.  He wants you to suck his cock after it's been in your ass and you draw the line there.  She wants to be smacked around while you fuck her and you don't feel comfortable with that.  And in the end, maybe you should learn that before you both get too far into the hole of, "Well, we're okay, I guess, and so we should keep having mediocre sex."  Maybe you break up.  Communication isn't always pretty.  But you'll be happier, as will they, if you can honestly say, "I don't think we're working.  Maybe we should just be friends."  I have done this.  It's easier for me, sure, but I still think it should be done.  No use polluting a perfectly good relationship with meaningless, terrible sex.

4. When was the last time you had a simple, sexy “make out” session? Do you wish you had more purely “make out” sessions?

It's been too long.  Sveta and I used to make out more.  I know she misses it.  It's my fault, and I'm attempting to rectify it, but right now it seems like if we've got time and energy we shouldn't waste that on making out.  So not recently, and yes/no; yes because it would make Sveta happy and no because I've never been one to make out when I could fuck.  That's not admirable, it's just the way I am.  And it's not about me getting my rocks off (so to speak).  I'll happily make Sveta cum repeatedly with no action on my end.  But it's probably a product of my overly-sexualized youth that I'm perfectly happy to fuck.  That's not to say that there's no foreplay, not at all, and making out certainly happens, just usually not as the end of the activity.

5. When is that last time you had a “quickie”– sex lasting 5 minutes or less? How often do you engage in “quickies”?

Sex for 5 minutes with another lady is usually not interesting to me.  If I have quickies using that definition, it's going to be with a guy.  I can't recall the last one I had which would really qualify as a quickie, since I think any time a sex act has lasted 5 minutes it's usually just been a prelude to something more intense.

I used to have quickies fairly regularly.  Mike would surprise me all the time right before doing things.  And I had plenty of quickies with boys in school, because that was the way you had to do it if you were behind a building or in a parked car.  I'm not sure I'd give them all the 5 minute deadline; a quickie for me is anything rushed and probably with clothing not removed, done fast because someone might catch you or because you've got to leave the house in a few minutes.

I don't know that I care for them, in the main.  A random quickie with a stranger can be thrill, I guess, but these days 5 minutes isn't enough to get the motor running.  There's an illicit thrill to sex in cars or behind buildings or trees with the fear of discovery, but the quickness of it has less to do with it than the illicit nature.  I'd happily fuck in a parked car for longer than 5 minutes.  I don't know.  Basically, when Mike would surprise me, that was fun, but all the others, I could probably have done with longer if possible (and sometimes got it).  A quickie for the sake of quickness appeals to me less now than it used to.

Bonus: Think about the person that is/was your favorite sex partner? Why were they your favorite?

I'm going to say that Sveta is my favorite girl partner, and Mike is probably my favorite guy.  Sveta is really great in bed, and she's wonderfully fun to play with, plus she's sexy as hell and I could masturbate to just watching her naked.  Mike, I've just done so many fun things with.  He's terrific in the sack and we've always been very compatible from the very first time, but since we both basically grew up fucking, it's hard not to pick him as my favorite.  I mean, I love Dad, and I've loved many other partners I've fucked, but Mike and I have just had the most fun, I think.

TMI Tuesday

From the archives:

1. For you, what is sexy time?

It's either totally spontaneous and whatever or, if I'm planning it, it's a nice, unhurried time of comfort, joy, and possibly a little exploration.  I like my sexy time to be able to breathe.  I don't want to be thinking about stuff I have to do later or deadlines.  I don't often get that, so most of my sex isn't really sexy time per se, I suppose.

2. If your best friend asked, “Do you think I’m sexy?” What would you say?

"Absolutely."  I don't think I've ever had a best friend with whom I couldn't be that honest.  I'm not saying I've never had a best friend with whom I've had sex, but if they asked, I would be honest with them.  Some have.  Frankly, most of the time that question doesn't mean, "Do you want to fuck right now?"  It's seeking reassurance that they're sexy, and I'm happy to give that reassurance.

3. If your Mom or Dad asked, “How’s your love life?” Would you answer? What would you tell them?

This question's easy too.  I'd answer and tell them as much or as little as I felt like telling them.  I'm not always completely open-book about my sex life with my parents, but if they ask how sex is going for me, I will at least give them a general idea.  These days, I don't hold back, since often enough they're asking because they want to know how my medical difficulties are going.  But I won't necessarily tell them every detail of every sexual encounter I've had since the last time we talked or anything.  I know what information they're looking for.

When I was younger, my father used to ask me because it was his opening move: "Hey Lexi, how's your sex life?"  And I would answer, "Not so good that I couldn't do with a bit more."  And then we'd fuck.  As I've gotten older, it's more of a joke with us: I'll ask him and he'll say the same thing.  But it wasn't like it was a constant question, nor is that the only way we initiate.

4. A young 8-year-old neighbor asks you, “What is the birds and the bees?” How do you reply?

You wouldn't expect this, but I'll probably say, "That's something you should ask your parents about."  Because I wouldn't want my neighbor giving my child sex ed, even in the most chaste way possible.  Of course, if I know their parents (I don't, and I don't have any 8 year old neighbor kids asking me this, but hypothetically) I might know a more specific way to respond.  But I'm not in the business of teaching sex to kids whose parents will get pissed if I do.  I'd love to because people should know about sex, and I'm not at all saying that I would teach these kids anything more than perfectly appropriate stuff, but I'd rather not poke the bear, honestly.  That makes me a little sad, but I just don't have the energy to fight it.

5. What would you do if your lover’s turn on is your turn off?

Well, we'd definitely have to talk about it.  I've done some things for lovers in the past which weren't my thing because they were their thing, but if I was with this person steadily and the only thing they wanted to do was something I hated doing, that would be a problem and we'd probably go our separate ways.  That has yet to happen in any relationship I've been in.

Bonus: What does it mean to be a man?

Whatever you want it to mean.  I mean, it would be nice if it didn't mean toxic masculinity, but other than that, I'm not going to police gender.  If your conception of being a man works for you and isn't hurting anyone, I don't care what it is.  That's not much of an answer, but really, whose business is it what being a man means to anyone as long as it works and doesn't hurt anyone?

TMI Tuesday

From the archives:

1. If you and your significant other played “sexual truth or dare” with other couples, would you rather watch your s.o. have sex with someone or would you prefer having sex with someone in front of your s.o.?

At this point, I'd probably take one for the team and let Sveta fuck.  I like watching her, and she'd likely get more out of it than I would, plus I'd get things out of watching.  She's fun to watch.  And if the whole time I was thinking, "You may have her now, but she's going home with me," who's going to know?

2. Would you rather watch your favorite porn with your sibling or read your favorite sexy erotica out loud to your parent(s)?

I've done the former.  As strange as it might be to say, I think I might feel awkward about the latter.  That's odd to think about, having never really considered it before.  So I'd happily watch any porn at all with any/all of my siblings.

Odder still, though I have watched porn with my parents, I'd still rather watch it with my siblings.  My mother's taste in porn isn't bad, but it's pretty vanilla.  My father and I like some of the same things, but neither of them are into the weirder stuff, whereas Sheri or Mike and I can watch strange porn and laugh about it.  Mari would be mostly into girl/girl, which isn't bad, but I like penises in my porn.  Girl/girl stuff just doesn't make me cum, though I like multiple naked women just fine.  I like to see penetration, I guess.  Strapons would probably work, but it's still not the same.  I don't know why.  Just my particular kink, I guess.  Mari also doesn't particularly care about watching lesbian sex per se.  She enjoys naked women.  If there are more than one of them, hey, that's just more than one naked woman.  But she's also the least into porn in general, although maybe Mom is right there with her.

3. To get sexually aroused, would you rather watch girl on girl porn or guy on guy porn?

As a continuation, you'd think that I'd go for guy on guy, but actually I don't find gay porn that arousing.  I mean, being in the room with gay sex is great, but it still doesn't make me cum.  At least with two girls I can ogle two girls.  But while I confess a slight preference for girl on girl, either will work in a pinch.  There are genres of both that I don't get into, but if the guys look good, I'm fine with that too.

4. Would you rather have sex with your boss, in an office conference room or masturbate at home knowing that your neighbor is watching?

My current boss and I would never have sex.  Ever.  He's gay, for one, but even if he was going to throw me a bone, while I like him, I am not at all attracted to him.  In the general question though, even if I would have sex with my boss given the chance, I would probably rather be watched masturbating by a neighbor.  I'm shy, but if I knew what was happening, I could get into the exhibitionism of it.

It's the consequences which really throw this question for a loop though.  Being watched by a neighbor is a bit creepy, and if the neighbor is creepy, I would worry a bit.  But fucking the boss is just never a good idea.  I've done it and the best you can hope for is that the sex is good and then you never see each other again.  And a neighbor talking about having watched you masturbate is embarrassing for them, whereas a boss doesn't have as much blowback, even if you don't assume the sex was entirely consensual.  So I'm sticking with my answer.  I never see my neighbors anyway, and if they watched me spank it and then gave me knowing looks, I'd deal.

5. Based on your current mood, would you rather try out new and kinky sex ideas or have romantic sex?

Romantic.  That is definitely not always true, but at the time of this writing, I just want a nice, sensual session with a trusted partner.  I mean, I get that frequently, but it doesn't mean I don't continue to want it.  And I miss some of my past partners with whom I was quite romantic, so if this is a genie/wish situation, I'd like to spend some time with them.

Bonus: Would you rather have three kids and no money or no kids with three million dollars?

This may sound very strange, but though I have a serious pregnancy fetish, I don't really want to have kids.  I mean, if it were possible I'd have them, I guess, but in the situation described, I wouldn't feel right bringing three children into a world where they would be poor.  Hell, given the way the world is currently going, I don't know that I would bring kids into it even if I were given the millions.  And I could really use the money.  So where do I go to collect the check?

TMI Tuesday

From the archives.

1.) What was your biggest fantasy once you discovered sexy things?

Once I discovered sexy things, I think my biggest fantasy was getting fucked.  Once that happened, it was probably getting fucked in the ass.  Once that happened, maybe DP?  I can't honestly remember the progression of my fantasy life.

2.) Did you get to do said fantasy, and if so would you do it again?

I've done all those things, obviously.  Would totally do them again.

3.) Was it as good as imagined?

Better.  Sex was better than I expected, anal was difficult the first time but once I felt the pleasure of it I was down for it all the time, and DP was so intense I might have cried from the pleasure and force of it.

4.) Describe said fantasy.

Once I learned about sex, I think my fantasy was that being penetrated would make me cum in a completely different way.  Then, after I got to see Mari and Sheri go first, it became more concrete and I just wanted to feel Dad's cock inside me in the worst way.  I wanted to feel that fullness that I imagined.  When it happened, God it really was better than advertised.  I've been hooked ever since.

As far as anal, I think initially I thought it would be like regular sex but tighter and the guy would enjoy it more, but then I discovered that there are whole new realms of pleasure and erogenous zones.  Oh, even after I had anal my fantasy was still to get Dad to fuck my ass because at the time he had the biggest cock I was likely to get.  I still have that fantasy occasionally.

And DP, well I was pretty sure it would feel like a combination of the two great pleasures of pussy and ass penetration, but the whole is definitely greater than the sum of its parts there.

5.) What is your biggest fantasy now?

This is sad, but orgasms without having to work for them as much and without pain.  Not really a fantasy, a hope.

Bonus: Something you would NEVER do.

I've said this before and... well, I've said I would never do some other things that I've wound up doing, so maybe even this, but I doubt it.  I'm never going to be into vomit.  And I'm pretty sure I'm never going to just eat shit.  Both of those things are definitely my limit.

Family Update

A short one because I've also realized that I haven't talked about my family in a while. Again, it's not due to any problems, but rather because it's been nice but business as usual. And I get bored with business as usual. That's my issue.

You may recall way back when that my father had been having some health problems. I'm pleased to report that he's recovered, at least mostly. He is getting older, so some things are just the way they are. He's still a randy old dog. It takes him a bit more effort to get it up, but we're willing to put in the effort, and once the effort has been put in (this effort is usually pretty fun for all involved) he lasts even longer than he previously did, but has no trouble getting off, particularly inside one of his favorite girls.

Sveta gets more of him then I do. She sometimes visits my parents when I'm unable. I was a little jealous about it for a while, I admit, but we talked about it and I'm really just jealous of sex. We've been working in that too, and I don't begrudge her all the loving she can get. When I was going through a rough patch a while back, Sveta had physical needs I couldn't help with, so she got her needs filled by Dad, and that was good for both of them.

Mom is fine too. She and Dad have experienced something of a sexual Renaissance since all the kids have finally left the nest. I felt guilty about that because it seemed like the fact that Dad had me in the house meant he'd go for me rather than her. But Mom said that wasn't true; her libido isn't that high and she was getting what she needed.

But now, they're like kids again. We went over to their place the other day and found them watching porn on the couch, her sitting in his lap and rocking slowly. They didn't stop and we had a conversation while she had him buried inside her. She broke off after a few minutes and said, "Okay kids, momma needs to cum," and then she hopped up and got on her hands and knees, her dress around her waist, and Dad started eating her out, then when she got close he got behind her and fucked her, hard, until she was moaning his name and, "Harder, harder!"

Then when she'd cum, she said, "Okay daddy, fill me up quick so I can get dinner started." And Dad sped up and finally pushed home and fired away. I'd be lying if Sveta and I weren't both cheering him on.

So Dad gets regular visits to Pussytown at home, but Mom's still okay with him getting some side action. She says it makes him friskier at home. So he's got, wait for it, a twenty-something chippy. My Dad is such a stud.

She's actually the daughter of one of his friends. They met at a function that my Dad was dreading going to, but then there she was, cute as a button. She's a tiny little thing. Looks younger than she is. When he found out how old she actually was, he said, he was shocked. So they were flirting a little, just innocent stuff, but she was putting her hand on his. He told her, eventually, "I'm old enough to be your father and I'm married."

She replied, "I like older men," and he figured okay, green light.

"This thing is pretty boring..." he said, master of subtlety that he is.

"You got somewhere to go?"

He said that yes, he could think of a few more interesting places. So they went to a restaurant for drinks. Or rather he bought her a drink because my Dad doesn't drink any more. They had a snack. Then she said, "This still isn't that interesting, is it?"

"What were you thinking?"

She put her hand in his lap and that was pretty much all that needed to be said. They went back to her apartment and he showed her just how much fun an older man can be.

He figured okay, one-time thing, but she said she liked him. Then he thought, okay, going to have to disabuse her of any idea that this is going to be serious, but she told him she wasn't interested in serious either. She's a bit married to her work, doesn't really want to date, and is totally fine with being a fuck-buddy.

She's fucked several of my dad's friends, turns out. She lost her virginity to one of them when she was 16 and decided that she really preferred older men. Had a steady boyfriend in college for a year or two but then broke that off because she cheated on him with a professor.

So, kind of my kind of gal. I'd love to meet her. Mom has, says she's lovely. Yes, Mom knows all about this. Dad doesn't bring her home or anything, but she knows Mom knows and she thinks that's just fine.

She needs a name. Irina. That's a good name. Anyway, Irina isn't exclusive with Dad either; she tells him stories about his friends. None of them are in the same situation: one of them is single and the other is a widower. But she's had married men before and doesn't care.

She did ask him if he wanted his wife to join, and Dad said no, Mom's not interested, but then Mom told him she might be, so who knows, maybe my parents will have a threesome with a cute girl. I'd love to be there for that, but that's not going to happen.

Anyway, that's my parents. It got longer than I thought it would, but they're fun to talk about when I get going.

Sveta Update

I haven't been taking about Sveta as much. The reason is because... well, it's because things between us are going just fine, but there's rarely anything interesting to report. I offered to let her write something, but she said if she wanted to write a blog she'd write one of her own. But I do feel like she's become a supporting cast member rather than my favorite lady in the world, so to remedy that I'm going to devote a post to her.

Sorry if more of the same bores you. That "more of the same" is stories about a smoking hot girl should help. Also, not sorry if you're jealous I get to live with and constantly fool around with a smoking hot girl. Deal with it.

Sveta is doing just fine. She has a job which is okay and she doesn't hate. It's not a lot of money, but money isn't everything.

Her family... well, that's a long story and the short version is that she does get some support from her father, but her step-mother is still a bitch.

She's still working on getting her own tail more regularly. She's never picked up a girl herself. She says she still gets nervous about that. No problem. Not everyone is a seductress. But she has managed quite a few guys on her own. I told her she's welcome to bring them home and I'll stay out of the way, but she usually goes over to their places.

Just last week, she bagged a very cute guy. At least he looked cute from the pictures she sent me. I also told her that she was under no obligation to tell her prospective flings about me, but she usually does. It rarely hurts her chances. She sends me texts and pictures in flagrante all the time, which I love. This guy was older, graying hair, but pretty built, which I know because she sent me a picture of him taken from between her legs while he fucked her. She said he wasn't interested in anal, but hey, not everyone is. He did manage to make her cum twice, once with a nice round of fucking, and then again while they were waiting for him to be ready again with his tongue and fingers. He wanted to get a close-up of her orgasm and wasn't disappointed. Then he rolled her over and fucked her lying on her stomach, then on top of him, then spooning until he came.

Before that, she had a semi-regular thing with a guy about her age who's friends with me, so I knew he'd be good to her. We actually shared him once or twice, although it was really more like he and I were sharing her. I did get fucked, but in passing, and I directed him back to her after a few minutes. No point in wasting it on me.

They stopped it after a while because they both agreed that the relationship wasn't really what he wanted. It was totally amicable and she told him that he had a standing offer for meaningless sex whenever he wanted, but he got involved with another woman and that got serious. We're happy for him, even if we might occasionally miss the sex. He wasn't shabby and could get it up repeatedly. I know she misses him more than I do. Not great with his tongue but he could fuck her until she couldn't see straight.

And of course there's my Dad. We visit whenever possible, and he's always happy for Sveta to rock his world.

And then there's us.

Sveta is a trooper and she's helped me more than I can enumerate with my medical issues. She's very patient with me when I'm not feeling sexy, shoulder to cry in and so forth. But she's also eagerly trying to help me work through the issues by making love as often as possible at the drop of a hat. I think Sveta's coming to accept that I really do enjoy making her happy in bed even if I can't cum, so she's been reaping plenty of rewards.

As I've mentioned, ever since Liam she's been really into rimming, and if I'm not as into it as her, I love eating her ass because she gets so into it. Mostly I'll be going down on her and just move lower after I've tasted her pussy to my satisfaction, licking down over the base of her pussy and then tonguing her asshole. She tastes musky, but not entirely unpleasant. Not as nice as her pussy, which as you know is the sweetest little pink hole in captivity, but I can get into it.

I'm still hesitant about sticking my tongue in her asshole, which she actually finds funny. "You're not supposed to be scared of anything in sex," she'll tease me. "Now get in there and stick your tongue up my butt or I'll tie you up and make you." She's goofy. My goofy, beautiful girl.

And yes, she still gushes. I won't say squirts because it's not really a squirt, just a giant upwelling of juice. But if I really work at it my face gets soaked. We change the sheets a lot.

She's looking forward to our next play date with Liam and Kate, as well as meeting Zoe, and those are both things that are definitely going to happen.

Anyway, while she's not going to write a blog post for me, I will ask her any questions you have. I can't promise any answers, but I'll ask.

Call Me Daddy

Matthew wrote me asking a question I don't think I've ever been asked before, let alone covered in the blog.  So congratulations to Matthew for a NFAQ (Non-Frequently-Asked Question).

"Many girls enjoy a daddy/daughter dynamic with older men who are NOT their actual dads.  (And many men—this reader included—enjoy the inverse.)  I wonder if your experiences with your real dad has made it —well, weird—to call another man 'daddy' in the sack.  Or maybe it was never your thing to begin with (apart from the real deal).  Now that I think about it, I don’t recall many stories of you with older non-related men.  Hmm . . . Anyway, I was wondering if you ever got the request to play this out and, if so, your reaction was something like, 'Senator, you are decidedly NOT my daddy.'"

I have told a few stories about older men, and many stories of mine were with older men but the age gap didn't make it in for whatever reason.  I'm totally down with older men.  Don't mind 'em younger at all, but totally down with older men.  I think, if I had to give statistics, in balance my relations with men older than me would be a fairly large majority, with men being old enough to be, if not my dad, at least older enough that it would be a thing, being a decent portion of that.  I don't always talk about it not because I don't like it but because frequently it didn't matter much to the story.

I totally get off on being with an older man, old enough to be my dad.  Part of that is because I'm a freak, I guess, but part of it is that I love the daddy/daughter vibe, even when it isn't my dad.  And I will call a guy "daddy" in the sack if he wants me to.  I don't usually do it without asking because it's not always what people want or expect, plus while I get off on it I don't need to do it to get off.  But if the dynamic is skewing that way, I will scream "Daddy!" at the top of my lungs.

It's not weird for a few reasons.  Firstly, there are plenty of things that my Dad won't do, so if I'm doing that with another man, I'm totally fine with calling him Daddy because I would love to do it with my actual Dad but am unable, so it's like surrogacy.  It also doesn't have to be an older man.  I've called Mike, "Daddy" a few times, although some of those were when we were doing impregnation play and I wasn't so much calling him my daddy as I was calling him our baby's daddy.  Yes, I'm fucked up.  What're you gonna do?

Second, calling someone "Daddy" doesn't make them my father any more than fucking him.  Sex with people I love isn't special because it's sex, it's special because there's love there.  The sex is great, but it's all just icing on the cake of love.  So if I call someone "Daddy" I'm not saying they are my father or in any way a replacement for him.  It's just part of the sexy times.

Thirdly, Dad and I frequently call each other "Daddy" and "daughter" during sex for reasons other than familial love.  We both get off on it from a purely sexual standpoint.  I know Mom would like for all the family sex to be pure, I think, but Dad and I get nasty sometimes, and if, "Oh Daddy, fill your daughter's little cunny with your hot daddy spunk!" is what is getting us off that evening, that's got nothing to do with him being my father.  It's play.  We baby talk too while having sex.  I think I've said it before, but I believe that Dad would have liked to have taken his daughters' virginity sooner, given the chance.  He likes them young.  I know, it's sick and wrong and terrible and all that.  But sometimes nothing gets him hard like me cooing in his ear while stroking his cock about how, "Widdle baby daughter is gonna be spwit wide open by Daddy's big peepee."

So, with all that, absolutely will I call a man "Daddy" in the sack.  Sometimes it's just that, but sometimes it's full-on roleplay, where he calls me daughter too.  I have no problem with it, and it turns me on.

I have had a few instances where it came from his side; he started telling me to call him daddy or calling himself daddy.  Only once have I felt a bit squicked by that, and I was already feeling a bit squicked by the whole thing, so a little more wasn't going to matter.  That one was the father of a friend.

It was in college.  We were staying at her parents' house for a weekend or something, and she was a much earlier riser than I was, so I was just getting into the shower and thought that everyone was out.  But he came in, didn't say anything at first.  I figured, "Okay, so I guess in this family you can come into the bathroom when someone's in the shower, no biggie."  That was certainly the rule in my house.  He pissed, but he didn't leave.  Finally, he said, "Hey, Lexi, hope you don't mind," like there was anything I could do about it at this point.

"No, it's fine."

"I figured you wouldn't."  I wasn't sure what he meant by that.  "You college girls are probably used to sharing bathrooms with people all the time."

Okay.  "Yeah, I guess."

"Is your bathroom coed?"

He had to have known it was.

"Ever shower with someone else?"

"Yeah, I guess."  It was a little creepy, but he was just saying all of it in such a matter-of-fact tone, like he was just making conversation.

"Bet it isn't as nice a shower as where you are now."

"No, it's pretty tiny."

"Mind if I join you?"

I mean, I could have said, "No thanks," and left it at that.  But hell, what the fuck?  "Sure, why not."

I saw his silhouette through the curtain.  He had only been wearing shorts.  He dropped them and pulled back the curtain a little.  He wasn't bad to look at, reminded me a little of my dad, truth be told.  "Mr. Klein..."

"Call me Nick."

"Okay, Nick.  Um... what's going on?"

"Everyone else is out.  I figured you might like some company."

"What else?"

"Well, daddy's little girl could get daddy all cleaned up."  And just like that he busted out the daddy talk.  Again, I didn't feel threatened at all.  He wasn't touching me at all.  His tone was totally friendly.

"Okay daddy."  In for a penny, in for a pound.  I grabbed the soap.

"Daddy slept late, just like his little girl."  I was soaping him up and he put his hands on my hips and held them there, not gripping, just touching.

"Does Daddy want me to clean up his thingee?"

"Oh yes, baby, that would be wonderful."  So I started soaping his cock up, but after a few seconds, with him as hard as he was, juices were flowing on my end too.  I rinsed him off and started sucking.  He had a nice cock, graying pubes which were matted down by the water.  He was groaning like nobody's business from the word go.  When I stuffed his head down my throat, he gasped and pulled back a little, then unloaded a giant amount into my mouth.  Good girls swallow, so I did, and I wondered if that was that.

"Now let me get my baby rinsed off and Daddy's going to take his little girl to bed and make her a woman," he said.  Okay, sex was on then.

We retired to the master bedroom, where despite being on a hair trigger the first time, he left me completely satisfied by number two.  He kept calling me his little girl and when I got into it and started moaning "Daddy, daddy," over and over, things got really hot and heavy.  Not that cock in vag isn't hot and heavy, but hot and heavy enough that we went through several positions, then I said to him, "Daddy, stick your peepee in your little girl's little butt."

He pressed in and said, "Naughty naughty, wanting Daddy's big cock in your little asshole," and spanked me, which I'm not always into but totally was that day.  Then he came in my ass from behind, groaning, "Here it comes baby girl!"

I wanted more, but he seemed to totally switch off whatever it had been and said that my friend and her mother would be back soon, which was when I started thinking again and realized what I was doing.  "Um... Nick, what's going on?" I asked again, more seriously.

And he told me that he knew just the sort of women who went to my college and were friends with his daughter.  Which, I suppose, might be true, but he was still taking a huge risk.  Still, I wasn't going to say anything if he didn't.

That weekend was interesting.  I didn't feel guilty, exactly, but I felt like someone must have known something.  No one said a word.  And after the early risers went to bed, Nick and I stayed up and talked.  He told me he really wanted to fuck his daughter but could never bring himself to do it, but that he'd had flings with several of her friends.  I'm pretty sure he wasn't lying when he said I was the best, although that might have been because he whispered it to me as I was bobbing my ass up and down on his lap, his cock going in and out deliciously.

He wanted to know if I had done anything with her.  I told him I would if she'd been interested, but nothing had happened as yet.  As it turned out, nothing ever did; she was cute and I would happily have fucked her brains out, but we just stayed friends, and I didn't go after her at all because it wasn't like I needed to.

Nick and I had two more trysts before I left, one after everyone else was asleep, quietly, and one when my friend and her mother were out again and Nick could go back to being my daddy.  After the first time, I didn't give a damn, and since we didn't need to pussyfoot around, we spent all the available time fucking each other silly and roleplaying to the point where he called me his daughter's name and I didn't give a damn.

I don't know what happened to the marriage, or the family.  Maybe one day he got up his courage and broached the subject with his daughter.  Or maybe he just kept on having illicit flings with younger girls who reminded him of her.  Either way, probably not for the best, and I'm not totally proud of myself, but it was hot as hell and regrets are a luxury.

Anyway, hope that story and answer worked for you.  If you've got other questions, let me know via the usual channels.

Bang the Gong, Get It On

Okay, so we covered all the various permutations of threesomes at least cursorily, let's dive into my favorite sorts of action: the group that contains more than three people.

First off, I don't believe that a gangbang is really a gangbang unless it involves more than two guys.  I know, porn would sometimes have us believe that a gangbang is just two guys taking turns, but come on, that's just a MMF threesome with no DP.  I don't call it an orgy if it only involves four people, either.  I've got nothing against things that aren't gangbangs or orgies, but why devalue the terms.

I've told the story of my birthday gangbang, and frankly I've never had anything which was close to that as far as gangbangs were concerned.  After that many guys only concentrating on you, anything else is going to be small potatoes.  So I don't actively seek three-guy gangbangs, even if I'm happy to have three guys to myself.

I could split hairs.  A gangbang, for me, is one where there's one gal who's the center of the action.  I know that in many gangbang situations, there are other women to help out, but someone has to be the star of the show.  Also, a gangbang should, at its best, be somewhat serial in nature.  If there are only three guys, I can take care of all of them at once if necessary.  I'd like my gangbangs to involve too many guys to handle at once.  The traditionalist in me is even satisfied with one at a time in a line.  Sure, DP is great and sucking a cock while being fucked is great, but I can get that out of other things.  Part of the allure of a gangbang, for me, is that I'm being used by the line at the DMV.  I know many people don't feel that way, and that's totally fine.  And again, my opportunities for gangbangs of any kind have been limited.

I have some experience with three guys.  Sheri and I have been able to scrounge up three guys willing to fuck one or the other of us on a few occasions.  But it's not totally fair to the gal who isn't the center of attention, so on at least some of those occasions, it's wound up just being a general melee and that's totally fine.

When I was in high school, I got as close to organizing my own gangbang as I think I ever have.  Team spirit helps.  My high school didn't have a football team, so that cliche is out, but we had a basketball team and they had a JV squad.  I wasn't a cheerleader; the varsity guys got those.  Frankly, I was more in the league of the chess club.  I know, I seem like I should be Miss Popularity, but I wasn't.  Still, at a party I managed to talk four of the JV-est JVs into going to a quiet room and letting me suck their cocks.  Four is too many cocks for me to handle at once with my mouth, particularly if they're not interested in bumping together.

They were kind of drunk, so they weren't too self-conscious about pulling it out in front of their friends, plus I guess you see that kind of thing in the locker room.  But after a few minutes of round robin on the cock sucking, I said, "Hey, there's a bed; why don't one of you fuck me while I keep going with the other three?"  So the biggest man on campus in the group sat down and I pulled off my panties, let him clumsily paw at my ass for a few moments while pushing up my skirt, then sank down onto him.

He was all like, "Bro, she's so fucking wet right now," and they were all like, "Dude, I want to hit that too."  Or some such nonsense.  "Shit, I'm going to go off in a minute," he gasped right as I was just beginning to feel tingles.  So I hopped off, waggled my ass, gave it a smack, and bent over to suck him off, letting them fight over who was next.  The BMOC nutted in my mouth and I was being railed by another one, bigger and thicker, which made me cum, which made him pull out abruptly and pull my head over to take the shot, which pulled me out of my orgasm, which sucked.  But I just smiled, swallowed, then pulled off my shirt, lay back on the bed, and started fingering myself until one of the others got the hint and mounted me.

He lasted the longest, giving me a nice orgasm without breaking stride, though he did get all big-headed when he could tell he was making me cum.  I think there were high-fives.  He pulled out and the last guy popped in while he stuck his cock in my mouth to get finished off.  I don't know what the last guy was doing because I barely felt anything before he was out and wanting to cum in my mouth too.

And that was that.  They were pleased with themselves and went to go get another drink.  I was pleased with myself and lay there for a while stroking my pussy and wishing they had cum inside me.

And then a random guy and girl, both drunk, stumbled in on my nudity.  He said, "Oh shit, she's in here jerking off," and his girl started drunkenly laughing and saying I was a slut, but then she saw that he was just staring and started getting pissed at him.  He tried not to look, but come on.  The most he was likely to have gotten was a sloppy blowjob, and here was this girl lying on the bed, legs spread, looking well-fucked, who was playing with herself and didn't seem to give a damn what they were doing.  She stormed off.  He looked like he was torn.  I just said, "Room for one more," and licked my fingers, and he was inside me quicker than a cat up a tree.

He was too drunk to control himself, so he came inside me and then said, "Fuck, I've got to go find her," or something slurry, and stumbled off.  And I went back to playing with myself until I had a nice O, then seeing as no one else had stumbled in, I cleaned up a little, put my clothes back together, and left.

Gangbang?  Yeah, I guess so.  Enjoyable?  Sure.  Could have been better, but I really shouldn't complain.

Other than that, I've had a few foursomes with three guys in my life.  I've been triple-teamed by Mike, Uncle Sam, and Dad.  I've been in bigger groups where three guys were paying attention to me at a time.  But as far as actual gangbangs go, it's just a matter of logistics.  When I hit some milestone birthday, maybe I'll get another as a present.  But they're tough to organize.

Okay, that's all for gangbangs, unless you've got questions.  Maybe next, I'll talk about coed groups.