Short Questions

Just to prove that I wasn't blowing smoke about my last post on the topic of questions, here's one. Well, two.

"why dont u like having phone sex? Have u ever let someone at work watch u masterbate?" -Angel

Second question first. Easy enough to answer. That's how I met James way back when. It's the only time I've ever "let" someone at work watch me. Like I've said, I do try not to be too naughty at work. I'm not always successful in my attempts, but I try.

First question second. I don't like phone sex for several reasons. The main one is that it just doesn't work for me. I love cyber-sex when I get the chance, but on the phone, for whatever reason, nothing. And that's probably reason enough not to like it. Nothing wrong with not liking something because you don't enjoy it. But I've also had several bad experiences with phone sex, so I don't do it. Stalkers, that kind of thing.

Basically, why should I like phone sex? I've had a few times with very special people where it wasn't so much phone sex as sex over the phone, but beyond that, meh. Nothing wrong with other people doing it, but I'm not into it.

The Center of the Drama

I know now why I didn't really want to become involved with teenagers. I was never a drama queen in high school, but there was still a fair amount of drama for everyone who had anything to do with anyone socially. I mean, I was pretty much a fuck 'em and leave 'em type gal, and I still got involved in drama. And now I'm in it again. If it weren't so fun to corrupt the youth...

So apparently the cause of all this drama is that James wants to have sex with other girls. Yes, you heard me right. He's being a schmuck. If he's doing what Sveta thinks he's doing and having sex with other girls without telling her, then he's a dick. But it would explain why he hasn't been giving her as much attention, and why he hasn't needed to come by my place for some loving in a long time.

I don't know about him. He seems like he's a good guy in a lot of respects. But I guess if you've got two pussies, you figure you can get more. And he's had both of us in pretty much every way possible. I mean, he's had both of Sveta's cherries. And so he's looking to branch out.

Now if it were just me, and he was throwing me over for someone else, I'd be okay with it. I mean, I'd think he was a dick, but hell, I've thrown people over before. And it's not like we were ever really an item. We fucked. We may have dated, but mostly, it was sex. And that arrangement worked out pretty well, I thought.

I should have cut him off. I should have said, okay, now you're with Sveta, and she's where you go to get some. That might have made him less cocksure (I make the pun, but I do mean it in all senses).

But no, now he wants some other girls as well. Maybe he wants a girl who doesn't know me, with whom he can be the big man, the stud, the guy who knows the ropes. I have to admit, it's probably a bit emasculating for him to be with Sveta while I'm there giving pointers. I should have seen all this coming.

Anyway, he's being an idiot, if nothing else. If he does manage to score some other tail, who knows if it will be safe, or steady, or as good as what he's got with us. I'm saying us. I mean with Sveta, mostly, but she's okay if he wants to get some action on the side with me. After all, she does. I'm like a neutral party here. Except I'm pretty much being on Sveta's side in the argument, largely because he's not talking to me. I can't get hold of him. I try, I leave messages, I call at all hours, but he's probably avoiding talking to me.

Sveta said they've gone out a number of times since his birthday, just not as often as they used to. And they've done anal almost every time. He only wants her ass. And that's not fair to her, because it is still pretty hard on her, and she doesn't cum, and the foreplay is suffering too. And again, he's not around as much for her. I thought she was being needy, and maybe she is a little, but he's still breaking away.

Maybe that's for the best. I mean, he's going off to college soon, and maybe he's got to break away. It's hurting her though, and he's not doing it the right way. They had something. Maybe not a long-term something, but he was her first, for fuck's sake.

Anyway, the chances are fair that he's cheating on her with someone. She doesn't know who it is, or even if there is someone, but she's sure there is. I'm less sure, but it wouldn't surprise me if there were someone else. And I feel bad for Sveta, because really, the best way for this to work would be either that they agree that they should break up because he's leaving, or they should both agree to open up the relationship a little. I mean, she should get to have another guy, at least one, even if James doesn't have another girl. He's had me too. And I know she has as well, but it's not the same.

But he doesn't like that idea. He wants her to stay faithful to him, while he goes gallivanting out. Maybe it's just a phase in the relationship, but maybe not. He's perfectly willing to watch the two of us go at it, obviously.

But poor Sveta isn't really in a position to get herself a guy on the side. She's still really shy, and this current situation isn't helping. But we'll see what happens. Maybe I can find her a guy. I know a few guys who wouldn't mind having her, and whom she wouldn't mind having, I'm sure. I mean, hell, she's never met my brother... if he were in town some time, I could just tell her he was a friend of mine. If she'd never met my father either...

Which brings me back to my dilemma.

Anyway, I'm relating what I learned when she came over after we talked. No drinking from the bottle; we used glasses. And I wasn't drunk to begin with, so I was able to more closely monitor her condition. But hell, I've been in a drinking mood all week, and she looked like she was torn up about something, and I couldn't say no. So we had fruity fru fru drinks rather than straight shots of vodka. I brought some mixers and things down to the basement, and we sat around, me in my undies, her still dressed, and drank vodka mixed with things. I'm not a bartender, so I have no idea what to call drinks, let alone how to make them, so they might have been any number of things for all I know. I favor screwdrivers myself, but we were mixing OJ and grenadine and grape juice and soda and all sorts of exciting things we had in the fridge. They were fairly low-alcohol drinks.

Then she said she had to pee. I was all set to clear a path for her, but she just up and walked upstairs. I was praying that my parents had listened when I told them she was coming over and weren't fucking on the couch or something. She got back a few minutes later and didn't say anything, so I guess either they weren't, or they were and she wasn't surprised. I don't know. Everything's getting me paranoid.

To try to get her mind off of numerous subjects, James and my parents and other stuff, I asked her whether she had heard of watersports. She giggled and said she'd heard of them, but never tried anything like that. I told her with a laugh that she'd tried things like that if she'd had a cock in her ass, according to most "normal" people. That maybe brought up James and killed the conversation a bit, so I tried to steer it away, and asked how she felt about her ass. She said she was really starting to enjoy the feeling, like she was shitting but in reverse. I said I knew exactly what she meant. She said she'd never really understood how much she enjoyed the feeling of taking a monster shit until she tried anal. I may be right; she's a scat fetishist waiting to happen. But she'll have to discover that without me. I'm more than willing to try watersports with her, but for whatever reason, scat turns me off. Not that the concept of Sveta shitting was entirely without erotic qualities. Maybe I should ask her to let me watch some time. Maybe I'm just a scat voyeur.

Then she started pulling off her shirt, and I knew that talking about that must have wound her up a little. She was just a bit giggly, not even drunk, but I guess the liquor made her adventurous because she asked me if I had my strap-on. Of course I did, more than one in fact. She asked me, more like begged me, to fuck her with the strap-on, so she could have a cock inside her. I assumed she was missing a cock in her pussy.

We made out first, getting naked slowly but surely. I was tempted to get out the double dil instead, because I wanted a little enjoyment too. But that seemed a bit advanced for a first time, especially since maybe I could talk her into some quid pro quo with the harness later on.

She really didn't know what to do when I pulled out my medium cock and put it on. It's one of those which is basically just a pair of stretch panties with a cock sticking out a hole in the crotch. I like it because it doesn't chafe, like a harness can. Some girls like them that way, some want more bells and whistles. I figured Sveta wouldn't know the difference. She wanted to know if she needed to suck it first, and I laughed and said no, I would lube it up with her juices. Then I laid her back on the floor, put a cushion under her ass, and just went to town on her cunt. She was buzzed enough that she didn't get all nervous like she sometimes does, but still I had to be gentle. She's really fragile. I know Dad and Mike would both love to be inside her; it would be like a beautiful flower or something. Some guys get off on innocence and fragility. I know I do, and I'm not a guy.

She was dewy to start, and she got wetter and wetter, until after a while she gasped and whimpered my name and then blasted my face with juice. She's really amazing like that. I sucked up as much as I could, and as more kept coming I kept licking and fingering until finally she subsided. There was more than enough lube after that, and I rubbed it up and down the rubber cock, worked it into the head, and then with one hand aimed the tip and with the other held her hips. "Ready honey?" I asked her, and she nodded weakly.

I don't love strap-ons. They're good fun, especially for a long session where everyone has a go. I sometimes wish I had a cock that I could just put on, which would actually feel what a cock would feel pressing into a cunt. I wished that pretty hard right then as I pressed the tip of the rubber cock into her pink lips, and then felt her give a little and open and I slipped into her passage with a rush. She moaned. I had tried not to pick a dil which was too big, but it might have been bigger than James. She was feeling it when I finally worked my way in all the way.

"How does that feel?"

"Nice." Always nice with her, but hey, I'll take it as a compliment. "Give me a second, okay." I guess she was feeling it big time. I gave her a while, and then when she nodded again, I pulled back and slipped almost totally out of her. Then I got greedy and pulled all the way out, even though she seemed like she missed it once it was gone. But I love watching things enter tight young cunts. Then I pushed in again, a little harder, but still very gentle. She gasped as I bottomed out in her. I might have been tickling her cervix a bit. It wasn't a long dil, and although she's very tight, she's quite deep. I've never tried to find it, but maybe it just happened. I didn't feel resistance or anything, but she did gasp when I was all the way deep.

"It's nice up here too," I said, mostly for the view, because as I said, the enjoyment I get from strap-on fucking is less than I'd like. But it was nice to watch, and grinding down put some pressure on my pubis, and the combination was tingly.

"It feels different than James, but good," she said. "I think it's because you're not wearing a condom."

"Maybe," I said, then pulled back a bit and then slipped back in deep. She gasped again. It was a good gasp, and I tried to keep her gasping. "Hun, I'm sending a dildo home with you tonight. I can't believe you don't have one."

Throughout the remainder of this conversation, I was thrusting, so it was pretty breathless on her part. But she did talk. It was pretty sexy, this teen lying beneath me chatting with me as I stuck my "cock" into her. "I've tried with things, but I can't buy a dildo, my parents would know."

"So what? You're a young woman, you need toys."

"They don't think so."

"I know, I know. I was just kidding you." I reached down as I said that and diddled her clit a little and she giggled and wiggled her rear slightly, as if I was tickling her. Which I was, really. I got my hands around her waist and moved a little more quickly in and out of her.

"I like this way with you," she said. "I like looking up at you. You're so beautiful."

"Now you know why missionary is my favorite."

"But it's not as deep."

"Sometimes deep isn't what counts. Sometimes I like to look up into a guy's eyes, or a girl's, and just connect while we make love. Like now."

"Do you love me?" Damn, why with that question? I mean, I'm not a guy, so I'm not terrified of it. And she really wanted to hear me say yes.

"Yes honey, I love you. I love being with you. You're so cute." I gave her rump a squeeze and entered her with a rush, and felt the tips of my toes tingle. I'm very orgasmic, but I don't always cum while fucking a girl with a strap-on. But I was going to try this time.

"James doesn't love me."

"Then the hell with him."

"Will any guy ever love me?"

"Of course, sweetie." I was so fucking close, and I was hoping she would get there too, but she wouldn't if she kept talking like this. "I know guys who would die to get a chance to have what James had." Not really an answer, since love and sex aren't the same thing.

"Your dad?" Shit. I didn't want to stop, but I didn't want to keep going. The orgasm slipped away out of my grasp. Why was she asking that? "I mean, he came in your room and he had a pretty big cock. Does he walk around naked a lot in the morning?" Maybe she thought my dad was just weird.

"I don't think he expected us to be there."

"Why not? I mean, it's your room, right?" This was a very strange conversation to be having with a strap-on buried in her pussy up to the hilt. I had stopped fucking. I was just looking down at her, hoping my face wasn't giving it all away."

"Well, maybe he thought I was out. I do go out a lot." I was lying. Through my teeth.

"Why would he come into your room naked."

"Honey, don't worry about that, don't worry about anything, don't you enjoy it?"

"I'm just wondering, that's all." Then she smiled up at me, gently pulled my face down to her, and kissed me. "You love me, that's all that matters. Can we do it from behind now?"

I was happy to end the conversation. And as I pulled out and helped her to her hands and knees, I was wondering how I could forestall any further conversations of the same type. I still haven't totally figured that out. Maybe I should just let her know. I know that part of me wants to. Let her know some of it, anyway. She wouldn't be the first, although she'd be a on a short list.

But I had to get her to cum, and then maybe she'd get her mind off of all of that. So I'm afraid I took her from behind a little more roughly than she needed, although she didn't seem to mind. Certainly she came hard again as I was pumping the dil in and out of her, and I felt her juices forcing me back, and spilling down my legs and soaking my pelvis. It was enough. I had a tiny little O, just a little one, as I drove deep and ground into her.

"Did you cum?" she asked, and I knew she wasn't asking for any other reason than that she wanted me to have cum. I nodded, slipped the dildo out of her pussy, which was leaking juice. I wished I could have cum inside her somehow. I was feeling very schizoid: part of me was worrying about her interest in my father, and part of me was just loving that I had this young thing to fuck. And a bit of me was wishing I could tell her everything, and another part was worrying about the situation with James. It spoiled the afterglow for me.

She didn't ask any more awkward questions. I got her a drink, all juice, although I didn't tell her that, and fixed a stiff one for myself. She didn't notice. She's such a newbie. And we sat side by side, sort of absently caressing, for a while.

Then she had to leave, and I had a towel and helped her dry off a bit, then she slipped back into her clothes, gave me a last, long kiss, and went.

And now I'm wondering about the whole thing. What does she suspect? Should I tell Dad? What about the situation with James? My mind is going a mile a minute.

Anyway, this was half therapy session, half dirty story. Sorry if you didn't like one half or the other. If you'd like to email me to tell me how dumb I'm being, or to tell me I should let her in on the whole thing, my email address is in my profile.

If You Give a Mouse a Cookie...

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

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

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

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

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

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

I've Done a Bad Thing

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It's Better Now

After my last silly post, I'll keep this one on topic... mmm, that tight ass, those abs, those tits that I bet have perky little nipples... where am I? Huh?

Just kidding. Really.

Had James and Sveta over for a do-over. I was going to talk about it this weekend, but I got very busy. Then I was going to talk about it yesterday, and I couldn't get up the energy. But I'm going to talk about it now, at least until I fall asleep while writing it.

I'll give a gold star for determination to Sveta. A lot of gals would have sworn off anal forever. But she's got a good teacher. We talked after the unpleasantness, and she said she hadn't felt all that bad, just didn't want to shit all over James, which I agreed would probably have been a bad thing. She laughed and said that she didn't know, maybe we should ask James. I swear, she might have a scat fetish. If so, she's going to have to indulge in it with someone other than me. But we'll cross that bridge if we come to it. I'm perfectly happy to do anal play with her.

So I told her that if she was going to try again, she should make sure to have a really good shit beforehand, and then wash out hardcore. I believe those were my exact words. I can't believe I'm talking to her like that. But I am. Hell, I talked to my sisters and brother like that, so why not her and James? She said she knew that, and I promised no food would be present to confuse her poor tummy.

James was ramrod straight when he came in the door ahead of Sveta. His cock certainly knew what to expect. I hope he wasn't wandering around showing off like that for too long; people might stare. On the other hand, it would probably be funny, so I guess I hope he wasn't, but only because I wasn't there to see it.

Sveta came in after him wearing practically nothing. I mean, she was wearing a top which was basically a strapless bra, and a pair of shorts that were virtually panties. And nothing underneath. She laughed at my shocked look and said she'd gone shopping. I wanted to kick James out and jump her right then and there, but I wanted to watch him fuck her tight ass more, so I stilled my rash impulses. I guess the outfit might be part of the reason why James was showing off. I don't know how she got out of her house looking like that. But she's said to me that she enjoys showing off her body much more now, and I only hope that showing off means nothing but showing off, instead of trolling for other partners. Although, from a strictly liberated-woman point of view, it's no fair that she can't have other guys, if James can have other girls. Hell, James should have a guy too, and the four of us could all happily intermingle in all permutations... down girl, stay on topic.

James was all over her as soon as they were in the room, and I just settled back and watched for a while and idly stroked myself through the panties I was wearing. I wasn't wearing anything else, mind, but for some reason I felt like messing up a perfectly clean pair of panties, so I kept them on and diddled through the cloth. Cotton and juice and my fingers on my cunny are sometimes an electric combination. Substitute silk, depending on how I'm feeling.

James was quickly naked, and Sveta's "shorts" were off too, but he just pushed her top down to her waist so he could palm her breasts. Hers are bigger than mine, and occasionally that makes me a little jealous, because James seems to enjoy them more. I thought I'd just admit that for kicks, because I didn't feel jealous then. I felt a little impatient, actually, and Sveta must have felt sort of the same way, because she broke away from him and asked me where the lube was. He got the idea.

This time I stayed back and let him lube her and himself up, just to see how he'd do. I was ready to step in if things went south. But he did a good job, used up a lot of my lube, possibly more than he really needed, but still, the impulse was good. Too much lube is not enough lube, right?

When it came to fingering her ass, I think he was afraid he'd hurt her. She just stuck her butt in the air and said, "Go on, I'm ready for it," and by God, I think she was. His middle finger disappeared into her anus quite quickly, and while I saw a little shiver, she didn't moan or make any sign that she wasn't enjoying it.

"I'm going to put another in," he said, or warned. She nodded, and James gingerly tried to insert his index finger too. It wasn't as easy.

"Stroke her pussy with your other hand," I suggested to him. "That'll loosen her up a little."

He reached down to her slit and massaged it, his fingers and her lips covered in lube and spit and juice. It didn't make inserting the second finger go any more quickly, but at least he got it in, and still Sveta wasn't making a sign that she was uncomfortable. "How does that feel?" I asked her.

"Tight," she said, a little tense, but not gasping or panting. "Tight like the first time with the plug. Why is my ass so tight, Lexi? I've practiced and practiced." She seemed disappointed.

I went over and sat beside her and took her hand in mine. "Some people are lucky like that," I said. Because even though beginning will be hard, if she can work up to it, she will be a terrific fuck in the ass. I mean, she'll make guys cum by inserting. She's tight and warm and really sexy in there. If I had a cock, I'd want it to be in an ass like hers. I told her some of that. James laughed.

"If you had a cock, you'd probably want to fuck your own ass to see how it felt from both ends," he said. We all laughed at that. Then James announced, "Babe, while you weren't paying attention, I got the third finger in there."

"Jesus, I didn't even notice," said Sveta, and I think she wanted to panic as she finally did notice and her ass tightened involuntarily.

"No, no honey, just stay relaxed," I said, holding her hand and speaking soothingly. "If you don't worry about it so much, it's not so hard, see?"

"I guess," she said, a little doubtfully. "I mean, it doesn't feel as bad as the first time."

"It felt bad," said James, and I think he was ready to pull out and go home and curl up and die. I shushed him.

"No, no, not bad, just, a little," she was trying to explain, and it was getting worse for both of them, I could tell.

"Did I ever tell you about my first time?" I asked, to keep their minds off of things. And then I told them a made-up story. I'm really sorry for that; I don't like lying to people. But I made up a story, pieced together a bunch of experiences I've had, and told them about how it was unpleasant for me at first too, with a cock in my ass. I really feel guilty about lying, because that's what it all was, a bald-faced lie. I wish I could have told them the truth, because I think that would have been even more inspirational. But even if I were to decide to do that, it definitely wasn't the time to spring something like that on them.

They both relaxed, and Sveta asked James to keep stroking her pussy and maybe try fingering her ass too, just not with all three fingers. I looked back and saw James begin slowly slipping his middle finger in and out of her asshole, and God if it wasn't sexy. But I didn't feel too sexy right then. I felt guilty.

Eventually, she even let him work two fingers in and out, and then finally she said, "Okay, I think I'm ready. Please... please be gentle." It was sweet the way she asked it, not the way you expect someone to say, "Be gentle with me," but sort of soft and assured that James would be gentle.

He had the condom on, but he had to adjust it a little to take into account the fact that, at some point between putting it on and then, he must have gone a little soft. Who can blame him? It was a fairly long prep time, even for this kind of thing. Then he got up and got behind her, and I slid back, my hand still in Sveta's, my other on the small of her back, so I could watch my favorite part.

And seeing his cock slip, more easily than the first time, into her reddening anus was sexy, I don't deny. But I didn't feel that aroused, because I was still feeling guilty. It was like my sex drive had been detoured, so I knew it was there, but it wasn't affecting me.

He got almost all the way in before she was gasping at him to stop, and when I murmured that he was almost in, she took a deep breath and said, "Okay, keep going then." And he slowly bottomed out in her.

"Tell her how good it feels," I suggested to him, and he babbled about how good it felt. He used too few words, and most of them were, "great," or, "nice," but I think she got the message. Flattery is helpful.

"Now pull back a little, and then push back in," I said. Sveta gave my hand a little squeeze, then a bigger one as James pushed back in again, and she gasped.

"Are you hurting?" he asked anxiously.

"No, not really," she groaned. "It's full. So full. Lexi, I'm close. Please, help."

"Okay baby, I'll help," I said. And even though I could feel the swell of her pleasure as I stroked her pussy, the heat of it, I didn't feel a corresponding pleasure in my own cunt. But I helped her over the edge and felt the warm spray on my hand. "Again, thrust again while she's cumming," I said urgently to James, not sure how long I could keep her up.

And he began slowly thrusting, in and out. I didn't think it was a good idea to try to pull all the way out just yet. The fucking of her ass must have driven her crazy, because she spurted a big puddle on the floor, covered my hand in it, before she stopped and knelt there, her face down, her sides heaving like she'd just run a race.

"Wow," said James.

"Yeah," she said. And at that point, I didn't need to worry about it any more. I just let James continue fucking her ass, not hard, but with a rhythm that was enough for me to know that Sveta was over the hump, and now she couldn't be stopped from loving anal. And that felt good. And the guilt sort of went away, and I raised my hand to my lips and tasted her juice, and that drove the guilt out of my brain and drenched my panties, and as I watched his cock slip in and out of her nethers, I tickled my pussy until I came in my panties.

"I'm close," James grunted, and sped up, and Sveta was groaning, but it was a good groan. And then James pushed and stopped and I could almost see the splashes of cum erupting from him. Of course, they erupted into the condom, but still. He was cumming in her ass.

He slurped out quite quickly; it was like the tightness had squished his cock to nothing. I grabbed the condom, which was clean, as far as I could see. She must have really washed out well. "That was incredible," he said, and slipped up to her, pulled her into his arms, and they kissed and held each other and whispered little things, while I moved away. I held onto the condom, and once Sveta and James finally broke their clinch, I offered it to her. I don't really know why; it's not terribly sanitary, I know, and I'm supposed to be setting an example. She upended it into her mouth and smiled as she swallowed, then gestured for me to clean James up if I wanted, which I did. And by cleaning him, I hardened him.

"Well, he wants more, I can tell," I said.

"You can have him," she laughed.

"No, no, maybe he'd like another turn in another hole with you," I said, feeling generous, largely because the guilt had come back, although not as strong.

"Can we do it without the condom?" she begged, and I was so close to saying, fucking it, let them. But I sighed and pulled on another condom, and they both sighed too. They're going to do it without, one of these days, probably while I'm not there. And then they'll probably be too afraid to tell me. I should work it out so they can do it. I just don't know how. It'll be safer if they do it with supervision.

I had these and various other thoughts as Sveta lay back and spread her legs and James got between them and mounted her. I missed my favorite moment. It really is; I love watching a cock enter a cunt for the first time. Well, not the first time, but at the beginning of the action, so to speak. I love watching in on myself.

"C'mere, I want to eat you," said Sveta loosely. Maybe she'd been drinking beforehand. Or maybe she was worn out. She didn't smell of liquor. I squatted over her face and received, for my trouble, a lackluster attempt, but she was tired and distracted, so I tried to enjoy the spirit of the gift if not the gift itself. I toyed with my clit and watched James stroke in and out of her cunt, so small and pink, although probably less tight now that it's had so many workouts. Maybe I should teach Sveta some exercises?

She hadn't cum by the time he gasped and filled another condom, so without waiting for him to stop I bent over and started licking the top of her slit while his cock was still spasming below. He pulled out and I dove into her muff with abandon, and her taste and smell on my tongue and face was enough, when combined with her tongue lapping at my pussy, to give me a mini O before I managed to draw out a few weak spurts from her. Not even spurts; more like bubblings. But she was satisfied; she really was worn out.

We cleaned up a bit, and then had some water all around, and James and Sveta were cozy on the couch and I was feeling awful. I really wanted to tell them everything, right then and there. But I didn't. I helped them with their things and waved goodbye and then went upstairs and waited around in my panties for Dad to show up. When he saw my mournful face and sad eyes, he gave me a kiss, and then stripped off his clothes, pulled off my soiled panties, and hoisted me up in his strong arms and took me to bed.

Once we were in my room, he didn't waste time with foreplay; I didn't need caresses right then. But he wasn't violent as he entered me, face to face, our lips locked. He was just firm. He was firm and good and made me feel better, and when he finally, after what seemed like an hour, pumped my loins full of white, I felt less unhappy about the situation. Then we talked about it, him still lying atop me, his cock still sort of hard in my pussy. I won't bore you with the conversation; it's the same one I've had with myself. The upshot was that he said he understood that I felt guilty about lying, but that I was just trying to be kind, and that he knew that I couldn't really tell them the truth, and that didn't make me a bad person.

It helped, but I was down for a few days after that, from that and nerves and tiredness and being busy. I still wish I could tell them. I've told a few other people. Maybe it wouldn't be such a big deal. Maybe my brother and I could be the other couple for them. My brother would love to fuck Sveta, I know. Or my Dad. Nope, that's not going to happen. But maybe my brother.

Could Have Been Worse

Ah, but it also could have been better.

If you can't guess what I'm talking about, I'm talking about James and Sveta's first time with the anal lovin'.

I won't tell you exactly when this was, so there are fewer clues to James' identity. For all you know, it might have occurred yesterday, or last week. I likes me a mystery.

Okay, funning aside... I invited James and Sveta over, as I said, the day after his birthday, and the day after his birthday dawned, and over they came. I brought down some party refreshments (probably the mistake I made that day, but it was an honest mistake) and we stripped down and sat around and ate cupcakes and drank various non-alcoholic things. I've decided that I'm perfectly okay with giving them alcohol, actually; I drank when I was their age, and it's not like I'm softening them up or anything. But it didn't seem appropriate that day.

They told me about James' actual birthday. Sveta had hinted he had a surprise, but she wouldn't say what. She did, however, let him blow a load all over her back after they fucked and he pulled out, pulled off the condom, and exploded. I tsked and said they should be careful, because even something like that can lead to bad things, but my heart wasn't really in it. I guess they fucked twice and Sveta sucked him off once. He really had an eventful birthday.

Me, I think I might have been tempted to blueball him a little before the big day, but then, I'd let him bareback me and the size and strength of his orgasm would matter. Maybe it might have mattered anyway, because if he was hurting to cum, he would have been quicker in Sveta's ass. But anyway, he's hard to wear out; he can cum and cum and cum. Ah, youthful vitality. Even my Dad was known to go for fourths when he was a strapping young lad.

Anyway, James said Sveta had had enough of his cum on his birthday, but he wanted to ice my cake. He said it just like that, and I thought he was making a double entendre, but he took a cupcake and told Sveta and me to give it a good icing. We both laughed and I punched him playfully and then looked at Sveta questioningly, wondering if she wanted to get distracted from the main event. But she looked a little nervous, so I figured she was probably putting it off.

Well, James' cock tasted good with some of the icing on it, and when his balls drew up and he gasped, I stuck the cupcake over the head of his cock and let him cum into it. I miss playing with food; Mike and I used to do that a lot. Anyway, it wasn't really icing but a cream filling, but I ate it all up. I'll be honest; the taste of cum was pretty much drowned out by the taste of cupcake. If he'd cum more, and the cupcakes had been a little less sweet, it would probably have been different.

James basked in the afterglow and watched me lick icing and cum from my fingers while Sveta cleaned his cock off. Then he said, "Okay, so what's my surprise? I mean, I've already got the two of you fucking me, what else could a guy ask for?"

"Go ahead, blow his mind," I said to Sveta, and she grinned nervously and turned to James.

"James, I've really enjoyed being with you..." she started.

"You're breaking up with me?"

"No, no, it's not like that. I mean, I've enjoyed being physical with you, you know..."

"The sex? You enjoyed fucking me? Lexi won't tell your parents if you say that," he laughed. I'm not sure it was the right way to reassure her, but I wasn't going to butt in.

"Okay, smartass, I enjoy being fucked by you. I love you inside me. But there's something we've never done, and I wanted to give that to you too."

"Lexi said we had to use condoms..."

"No, I want you in my ass." James was surprised by this, I'm pleased to say. "I've been practicing with Lexi, and she and I think I'm ready for it, so today's the day you get to fuck my ass, James," she said. I think she was trying to sound dirty, but it just came out all cute. Maybe it was just the way I was hearing it.

"Are you sure..."

"Yes, I'm sure," she said firmly, which was, I thought, a good sign. She might have been being shy about it, but she wanted that cock in her butt, I'll give her that.

"Now you've got to be a lot slower with Sveta that you are with me, and use a condom and plenty of lube," I said, feeling it was the appropriate time.

"Really?" He couldn't believe it. "I mean... Sveta, you're so great. I want you to love this, the way Lexi loves it. I mean, I can wait, if it will make it easier." He was looking at me.

"Sometimes you've got to jump in the pool," I said sagely. I don't exactly know what I meant, but it seemed to work.

"Really, I've been practicing," said Sveta, also looking at me like she wanted me to reassure her. I wasn't going to because it was her decision.

"Okay baby," he said, and I realized that they didn't really use pet names around me. It sounded weird, like I was looking into their life from outside. It was pretty arousing in a voyeuristic kind of way.

"I'll give you space, but Sveta wants me here, and I want to be here, I won't lie," I said, backing up a little. "James, the condoms are next to the couch and the lube is with them."

He was thrilled, but he was still all business. I don't know what that says about him, frankly. I can be pretty businesslike sometimes, and maybe that's a sign of intimacy problems or something. In this case, I think business is the way to go if you're about to fuck someone in the ass their first time.

He rolled on a condom and lubed it up, and Sveta knelt on all fours and presented her rosebud to him. It looked really tight. I had a pang of doubt, but dismissed it. "Lube, lots of lube" I said, and James obeyed, dumping more lube than he should have started with on Sveta's rump. A lot of it dripped off, or went over her back. But the impulse was good, and I can always get more lube.

He seemed hesitant to touch her anus, so finally I came over and helped him start out. I held Sveta's hand with one hand, while with the other I helped James massage the lube around her asshole. "Now put a finger in," I said. "Slowly, slowly," as he started to press in and Sveta gave my hand a squeeze.

"Wow, you're so tight," he said to her. She grunted.

She was nervous, and it made her extra tight. He had to work to get one finger in, and once it was in she squirmed a little and grunted some more. I started to wonder if she really was ready, of if we should just have a fingering session now and maybe work up to anal, when she wasn't so hyped up. But still, I really wanted to see these kids fuck, with his cock sticking out of her butt. I really did. I'm a bad person.

"Okay, she can take another," I said, not totally believing it. But I figured she would tell us to stop if she really couldn't take it. She whimpered as he pressed another finger in. I drizzled a little lube over it.

Once he had two in, she was gasping, and her torso had sunk to the ground, leaving her ass heaving in the air. "Is she all right?" he asked.

"Fine," she gasped, and I didn't really believe her. "Just tight."

"I don't know if I can get my cock in her," he said worriedly.

"Let her get used to your fingers, then put another in," I said. Maybe I was being too eager.

"Another?" he said, like he didn't believe me.

"Another?" she gasped. I felt like maybe another was too much.

"It's the only way you'll be able to take him, sweetie," I said to her. "You were taking that dildo pretty well last time. Just loosen up a little. Don't be nervous. It'll feel great, just like when we practiced." It was a pep talk I didn't completely believe myself.

"Okay, if you think I can," James said. "I can feel her getting a little looser, I think. Should I try it?"

"Do it," she said, gritting her teeth. I think she just wanted it over with, at this point. I'm a bad person.

He stretched her anus wide with his third finger, couldn't get it all the way in, and she was panting and moaning. "I think I'm hurting her," he said.

"Sveta honey, should we stop?" I asked, feeling a little guilty, because she certainly sounded like she was in pain. No blood though, no cracks, no tears, nothing but maybe a bit too much stretching.

She didn't say anything for a minute, and I was about ready to tell James to pull his fingers out, when she finally said, slowly and softly, "No, I want James to fuck my ass, Lexi. I don't care if it hurts a little. My first time with James hurt a little too, and it got really wonderful."

"Well just try to relax, honey," I said to her, then to James, "Well, she says she wants to, but you'd better be slow as a snail when you penetrate her, or you'll lose her forever."

"I'll be slow, I'll be really slow," he said, like he was terrified. I helped him ease his fingers out of her, then poured some more lube into her slightly-gaped asshole. In truth, she was much wider than she had been during practice, and his cock wasn't three fingers wide. More than two, probably, but not three. Also, it wasn't knobby.

"Okay, get behind her and put the head of your cock on her asshole," I said. I even helped aim him. "Now push in. It'll be slow going at first, but once you're through the first part, she'll take you more easily." I hope, I added silently.

And then he was inside her ass. God, I could have cum right there if I hadn't been so preoccupied with making sure he wasn't hurting her. Her rosy pink pucker looked like it was shitting out his cock, rather than him pushing it in. Once the head was in her, the shaft slowly stretched her wider and wider. I wish I had pictures. Again I say, if you've never seen a tight young ass take a cock for the first time, get out there and see it. Sexy as Hell.

Sveta gasped at the penetration, but she didn't make as much noise, no moans of pain, and when I looked at her face, she wasn't as flushed. But then she gasped, "No, stop, I can't take any more right now." James stopped dead, and probably would have backed out completely if I hadn't restrained him.

"She's just getting used to you inside her," I said. "You've got to leave it there until she's ready for more."

Eventually she nodded, and James slowly, carefully, like he was afraid of splitting her, started pushing in again, little by little. She stopped him again when he was halfway in, and asked, in a slightly panicked voice, how much more there was. I told her she was doing great, and James said she felt great on his cock, and he hoped she was enjoying it too. I think that was probably wishful thinking.

Eventually, after more starting and stopping (a lot more toward the end; the last inch took forever, but I felt it was important for him to be completely balls deep in her so she could feel the most penetration she would ever feel from him) he was completely up her ass. I'll say this for James: he went slowly, carefully, was worried she was in pain, and basically was a very commendable first anal partner. I don't know if it was all that exciting for him, simply being in a tight ass without being able to enjoy it much, but he was thinking of her. He's had other tight asses (well, mine, and I don't know, maybe someone else he hasn't told me about) to play with; this was all about Sveta.

Then she said what I wasn't expecting, really, but was dreading nonetheless. "Oh, God, I think I'm going to be sick."

"James, pull out. Honey, try to hold on. I'll take you to the bathroom." Damn those cupcakes. I think if she'd been on an empty stomach, or at least not eaten a lot beforehand, it wouldn't have happened. James lurched back, which probably wasn't the best thing under the circumstances, but on the other hand I didn't want him to get shat on. I helped Sveta up and helped her upstairs to the bathroom, dreading that I wasn't going to make it and I'd have to clean the floors. Fortunately, my parents were both out of the house, so there was no explaining to do.

Once we got to the bathroom though, Sveta couldn't shit for a long time. It was like it had been packed into her by the cock. I didn't watch, understand, but I stood there with her, and she said that she felt like she had to take a shit but couldn't, and her insides were upset. Then finally it came, and I'll draw a curtain over that period.

It's not uncommon, is my understanding at any rate, to believe that you have to shit when you're getting fucked in the ass. But the cupcakes and excitement and nerves definitely upset her stomach, and definitely it was good that we stopped.

Once she came back downstairs, she started to cry as I was walking with her back to the basement. "I can't do it," she sobbed on my shoulder. "I thought I could..."

"Maybe not today, no," I said. "But he understands, hon. He doesn't want to make you miserable. And let's face it, no matter how long it lasted, you're no longer a virgin anywhere. Buck up, sister." I said this last with a grin, and she smiled a little through her tears.

"Will you help me practice some more?"

"I think what's important now is that you and James and I all practice together," I said. "You and I can only do so much. I mean, we could work for years and stretch your ass all out of shape, but you might still have problems taking a cock. I don't know why that is. But James is probably willing to try again some other day, and I'll be there."

"I wanted to like it," she said, tearing up again. "I wanted to be like you, just let him fuck my ass..."

"Sweetie, sweetie, I've got lots of experience," I said. "My first time wasn't like that." Not totally true; I mean, I didn't get sick, and I loved it from the first, but it wasn't like later times, I'll own. "I know you're disappointed, and I know maybe it wasn't great like you hoped, but he had his cock in your ass. He fucked your ass. Isn't that something?"

She smiled again. "Now before we go back to him, there'll be no more anal today, okay," I said kindly. "I think that's enough for today. But I also don't want you to think you have to finish him because you started him. And I don't want him to expect that I'll finish him. This is your special day, and I don't want to ruin that by finishing him if you don't want me to. He can finish himself if you can't."

"No, it's okay, you should finish him, it's his birthday and he hasn't gotten to fuck you," she said.

"Are you sure?"

"Positive," she smiled as she wiped her tears away. "But I think I'm done for the day. And I didn't even get to cum." She seemed more pissed than sad about that, which was a good sign.

"You come over tomorrow and I'll make you cum harder than James can," I grinned. Ah, propositioning teenagers. I'm a bad person. She grinned and nodded, and we were all smiles when we went back in to find James biting his nails with concern.

"Sveta's done," I said. "Not forever, but for today," I added, seeing his crestfallen face. "Don't worry. She wants to keep practicing with you." His face perked up at that. "And she says that since it's your birthday, or near enough, you need to finish up, and you might as well do it with me." His face definitely perked up at that, and his cock, which had been limp, perked up a bit too. He still had on the condom, which was, amusingly enough given the way the fuck ended, completely clean. Sveta must have washed herself out plenty beforehand.

I got on my hands and knees and reached back and slapped my ass. "Lube me up and go to it, cowboy," I said, and he was quick to obey. There's nothing like sex to take your mind off your worries. He used a little more lube than usual (well, a lot of times he doesn't even use lube at all with me) probably because he was still nervous, but the cock slipping into my rectum was still good as gold. I came as he penetrated me, just a little O, nothing fancy. I couldn't even keep it up because he didn't go fast enough (nervous again) and I didn't have a hand on my button.

I was tempted to tell him to go harder, but I didn't want to show Sveta up, so I made do with my fingers on my pussy and his pleasant, if soft, penetration in my asshole, and built up to another nice O before he gasped, gripped my hips, and came. I must admit, I can see why women might feel like they need to shit when they're being fucked in the ass; I had a momentary sensation of it myself. But that's part of what I enjoy about anal, I think.

The silly kid, he was still wearing the condom, so all his cum went into it rather than into my ass. But that's okay, because Sveta was in no position to lick the cum out of my ass, which I'd promised her. She watched from the sidelines, not entirely without arousal, but not interested in joining in.

After that, even though I'm sure James could have cum again and I certainly could have, they dressed and went home together, wrapped in each other. James was telling Sveta that he loved his gift and couldn't wait for more, and she was cooing that she wanted it again too. Ah, young lust, or love, or both. Me, I sat there and wished I had a cock on demand, because I could have used another romp, more vigorous this time. But it'll do. I got to see James in Sveta's ass the first time, and I'll undoubtedly get to see it again, and again until they work up to actually fucking. And I'll probably get other benefits too. God I wish I had another guy who could be with James and Sveta and I, so we could swap partners and do DP and things like that. Ah well.

So, to summarize, as I said, could have gone better, but it went okay. I don't think Sveta's as copacetic as she claims, but I think she will try again. And if nothing else, she really does enjoy anal play, with toys or enemas, and she may have a scat fetish. Who knows, maybe that's why she felt like shitting.

Safe Subjects

Well, since I probably shouldn't talk about the I word any more (yeah, right) I figured I could talk some more about Sveta. James' birthday is this month and we're coming up on it fast, and I'm worried that Sveta will try anal before she's ready, and she's worried that she won't be ready in time. So I had her over to the house yesterday while my parents were out.

We could have stayed downstairs, or frankly we could have gone up to the bathroom while my parents were there; I just would have had to tell them to keep themselves scarce for a while. Hell, I was in Sveta's room while her parents were there, and them catching us is much, much worse than my parents catching us. But they were out of the house all day Sunday, so I figured why not.

She still came through the basement (just in case) and then we went upstairs to the dining room and had something to drink. We kissed a little bit, but I think she was kind of nervous about being in my house. I don't really know why; it's not like she's not a risk-taker. Still, maybe I'm giving off a nervous vibe (because I don't want her to find out about me, not because I don't want my parents to find out about her) and she's picking up on that.

We have very little booze in the house, so when Sveta shyly asked if she could have something a little stronger than juice (I was waiting for this to happen, actually) I had to tell her no. I mean, I could have given her something, I guess, but I didn't want to. Not because I don't approve of underage drinking; far from it. I drank a lot when I was her age. But it's best to do things like this sober, I think. Maybe if you know you're about to get raped in the ass by a cock you can't handle, then drinking heavily is important, but that's not the way this is, so drinking would only complicate things.

I did get to ask her whether she drank at all, and she said it was hard for her to get booze, but when she could have it, she liked it. I hope she doesn't wind up being one of those girls who does stupid things when they're drunk. Because not everyone can be as lucky as I have been with that kind of thing. It makes me wonder whether she'll get drunk and fuck some other guy without protection if we're not careful. Maybe I'll get her drunk some time and see how she is, and if she's that kind of drunk... meh, later, later.

Anyway, she wasn't too put off by not being able to wet her whistle, and we headed upstairs to the bathroom. She brought the dildo like I asked her, since I don't have any others that size with bases. Once we were both naked and on the floor of the bathtub, we just made out for a while. It's nice to be with her, because we both are perfectly happy to just kiss and stroke. It's getting to the point where she's definitely converted completely; she'll be bi until the day she dies. She really enjoys it now.

But finally she got anxious before I did, and she broke away and bent over the bench herself. I can take a hint, so I began lubing her ass up, while she told me that she'd been practicing with the plug but couldn't really manage the dildo by herself. As she got warmed up and her anus loosened ever so slightly, she started stroking her pussy and telling me how much she was looking forward to having James' cock in her ass. It was very sexy, having this teen lying there playing with herself and talking dirty. And it was totally real; no fake acting porn crap here.

I had to taste her, even if she was raring to go for some anal attention. And frankly, I wanted to taste her ass too. Fortunately the lube I favor is perfectly safe to get in your mouth; it has almost no taste, water-based, latex-safe, all that good crap. Good lube is important. So I started rimming her out, diving into her pussy every so often to get more of her adorable taste on my tongue, then tasting her musky rosebud, trying to work my tongue into her asshole.

And she responded wonderfully. I should have done it before, because she really enjoyed it and it also seemed to loosen her up a lot more than my fingers had been. In much shorter time than normal, I figured she was ready, so I lubed up the rubber cock and penetrated her, trying to be gentle but at the same time knowing that she had to have a little force, to get used to it.

She moaned and her ass spasmed, but she didn't seem to be in pain, so I kept pressing. I managed to get it all the way to the base before she gasped, "Oh, God, stop." The way she gasped it, though, was sexy as hell: not, "Oh, I'm in pain," but, "Oh, I can't take any more pleasure."

I left her with the dildo all the way in and kissed her buttocks one at a time, then ran my tongue up her backbone and kissed her neck and shoulders. I whispered sweet nothings into her ear for a moment, and when I felt her relax a little, I slipped my hand back, took hold of the base of the dildo, and pulled it back slightly, then pressed it in again.

She said, "Oof." That was all. It was pretty amusing, and I giggled and kissed her jawline. She turned her face to mine, and she had a smile on her lips, not serene, not completely happy, but smiling all the same. "It's pretty hard," she said in a whisper. "But don't stop."

So I pulled it back and pressed in again, working my way farther and farther out before I pressed back in. It wasn't fucking, in the strictest sense; I was easing out and easing in, rather than really pumping her ass. But she was taking it beautifully. I moved down so I could see it go in and out, and my god, I almost had an orgasm just watching. Her little butt is pink and so tight that it grips the shaft of the dildo as it comes out, distends ever so slightly. James is in for a treat. Hell, I wish I had a cock so I could fuck Sveta's ass. It looks delicious.

Finally I worked it out until nothing but the head was in, and pressed it home, and she gasped and moaned and screamed all at once. Her hand was moving on her cunt below, and she tensed and spurted two or three sharp spurts right onto my chest. It disappointed me that she hadn't given me any warning, but it's also a good sign; she'll probably be able to cum with a cock fucking her ass, which some gals can't. I don't know whether she'll be able to cum from anal alone, as I often can, but she'll be happy. It's a good sign.

She panted for me to stop, begged me to stop, and after working the dildo all the way back in, I let her rest for a moment. "That was wild," she said weakly when she finally caught her breath. "I need a drink, Lexi."

"Juice, okay," I said with a grin. "Maybe something else another time."

She laughed and nodded, and I left her there. I didn't think about walking down to the kitchen to get her a glass of juice naked, and she didn't say anything, but I guess it probably would have seemed odd to people who don't know my little secrets. Of course, maybe she thought I went and put a robe on. She didn't say anything about it.

Once she'd drunk the juice, she perked up a little, and said she wanted to try eating me out with the dildo still in her ass. I told her to go right ahead, but that I was already pretty wound up, so I wanted a big O. I was joking, but she looked like she took me seriously. Her movements were a little strange, like she was still getting used to the sensations, but she laid me back on the floor of the tub, got her face between my legs, and started licking.

I can't wait until she has enough skill to really 69, because I think she'll enjoy that. But with a cock up her ass and trying to please me, she had enough distractions without me trying to please her too. She parted my lips with her fingers and lapped at the entrance for a minute or so, until I told her to pay attention to the clit too, and so she moved up and started to suck on my little pink button. She even started fingering me below without me having to ask, and I was building toward orgasm when she broke off and asked if I wanted her to lick my ass too.

She's really something. Most girls don't jump right into rimjobs, but she was genuinely asking, not trying to please, just asking like it was the most normal thing in the world. And who was I to tell her that I'm not all that into rimjobs. I just sighed, "Yes, if you'd like to try that." And so she tried that. She worked her little ticklish tongue into my anus like she'd been doing it for years. She did come up to say that I tasted nice down there, and by God, I think she meant it. I mean, I was clean, but still, asshole is an acquired taste.

From her finger in my cunt and her tongue lapping the inside of my ass, I came quickly. It was the best orgasm she'd given me with her fingers and tongue, and I praised her, and she blushed and said she loved it too. I'll let her lick my ass any time she wants, and I told her so, and she giggled and said she would love to try it after James came in it. I laughed at that and told her the next time, she would absolutely have to do that.

There was a bit more time, and I wanted to show her how grateful I was and how great I think she is, so I told her to assume the position again, and then started working up to actually fucking her ass with the dildo. Sure, she'd had it in for a while now, and she was probably much more loose than she will be when James has her ass, but she's ready for him. I'm so glad, for her, for him, and for me because that means I get to watch. We've all three made a "play date" on the day after his birthday (he can't make it on the day) and Sveta promised she would hold off until then. I'm sure that she'll see him on his actual birthday and give him something, probably a good hard fuck.

Once I had made her cum again, weakly because of the distraction of having a dildo fucking her ass, I sent her home. Pulling the dil out was almost too much for me; I wanted to just keep Sveta there and fuck again and again. Her ass definitely has a little gape to it now when I pull the dildo out, and it was so sexy to see into her pink anus. I kissed her on it, and she giggled and her ass twitched. I think we both wish she could have stayed longer.

I'm going to have to get another dildo in that size with a base, I can tell, because I'm going to need to give the one I have to Sveta. For practice, and also pleasure. We did chat about protection some more, and I said that, like it or not, for the first time James should wear a condom to fuck her ass. I left the, "after the first time, he should keep wearing a condom until some testing and prevention measures have been taken," part unspoken. It really isn't fair to these kids that they can't bareback at all. I mean, if we could just get Sveta on the pill, he could cum in her pussy. She'd love that. And I'm worried that it will happen anyway, either with James, or if, as I hope, he's too much of a gentleman, with some other guy who gets Sveta drunk or something.

Still, I can't wait for James' birthday, because he's going to have a blast, and so will she, and so will I. I've also asked her to write me some naughty stories so I can share them, so who knows, maybe in the next few posts, there will be a story by Sveta and James.

Probably Not an Appropriate Memorial

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Still have any life in you?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Booty Call

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'm ready."

"I don't think..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Up For a Breath

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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