Dressing and Undressing

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Holiday Festivities

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Weird Stuff I've Used For Lube

 I was thinking the other day about lube and how I don't always have it even though I try to keep it everywhere. This put me in mind of a few lube-related stories.

The first time I got fucked in the ass without lube other than pussy juice and spit, I was ready for it to be difficult, but pussy juice actually makes a pretty decent lube. At least mine does. I should probably say, "the first time I got fucked in the ass on purpose without lube," because the first time I ever got fucked in the ass was with Mike and it was a total accident when it happened.

This was with an older guy, not old enough to be my father or anything but a few years older, and we were pretty hot and heavy the entire evening. He got his cock sucked to warm up, then he fucked me in my clothes in his parked car, then he still wasn't done and he asked me if I liked anal. Hell yeah I liked anal. But no lube.

Fucking in his car was kind of uncomfortable, plus it was nighttime now and we were parked on a deserted stretch of road, so we moved out of the car to the hood. He already had my panties off, but he got my skirt off too, then he lubed up his finger with spit and pressed that into my ass, then bent me even farther over and slid his entire length into my cunt. I came, hard. He felt that, and pulled out and pressed into my ass, which was nice and tight. I almost dropped out of the O, it was so intense.

The other thing I remember about that evening was that, as he was fucking my ass, pressing my face down on the hood of his car, another car drove by. The headlights illuminated us for a few seconds, but they didn't stop, so maybe they didn't see us. Or maybe they did and disapproved but not strongly enough to call the cops. I've always wondered what would have happened had they stopped and asked to join. I was wild back then and I probably would have left them, even if it was a busload of football players or something.

Had I been a bit older I probably would have had some lube in my purse. I usually do. But sometimes you get stuck someplace where your purse isn't. I was fucking a guy in the closet at one of my first jobs, and the room this closet was a part of got occupied, and we were stuck half naked in the closet until they left. He started feeling me up again, like the threat of discovery was turning him on.

Frankly it turned me on too. This was at an after-hours function. And when the activity outside the closet got sexy too, both he and I were raring to go. I came on his fingers twice before he even entered me, I was that wound up.

But this is a story about lube, or the lack thereof. In this case, I wasn't feeling confident in my ability to take him in the ass because he was really thick, but I really wanted him in the ass because, well, I'm a sucker for a challenge. The closet we were trapped in was more of a utility room, and yeah, there were some containers of various things, and one of them was hand soap for the bathrooms.

I do not recommend this course of action. Just take him the traditional vaginal way. But I'd already told him I wanted him in my ass bad, and he suggested the hand soap. Let's just say it worked but my ass didn't feel quite right for a day or so after. And cleanup was a pain. I didn't really bother, but he had to wash his cock off in the sink before he could put his pants back on.

I've used olive oil as an anal lube many times. You shouldn't use it with condoms, but if you're raw-dogging it like I do far too often, it's totally fine. As is baby oil, but olive oil lends a nice perfume to things.

Let me see... I used bacon grease (not hot) once because Mike wanted to see if it made me taste like bacon. It did. He tasted like bacon too. I used hands lotion a few times, but again, not a course of action I'd recommend.

Oil has a lot going for it though. It's not water based so you can use it underwater, or rather you can apply it and it won't wash away. I used to use baby oil before any beach escapades. I'd lube my pussy up nice and slick, slip on my bikini, and be ready to pull it to one side underwater and get fucked.

Have you ever used anything odd as lube? Let me know in the comments, or via email, or on Twitter, or whatever.

Mike Came Over at Just the Right Time

So Zoe was out of town with some friends, Sveta was out of the house with some friends, and I had the house all to myself, so Mike came over. I make it sound like he lives just down the street, which isn't the case at all (how I wish) but it was as spontaneous as it gets with us these days.

He was barely through the door before I was pulling down his pants. "Less talk, more hard," may have been something that I said. What can I say? I miss my brother.

He managed to get the rest of his clothes off while I was sucking him, then we retired to the couch, or rather the floor in front of the couch, where he pulled off my panties and fucked me nice and hard. Feeling him slide into me just completes me in a wonderful way. It's not that I don't love my girls, but a gal needs a cock every now and then, and Mike's cock fills my needs in a way few others do.

I came satisfactorily, which is to say that it was an O and it happened, but Mike had previously promised eye-crossing orgasms, perhaps foolishly, and I reminded him of this. I'll say this for Mike; he is not afraid to get his nose all up in my butthole. Never has been. I'll be honest: it's not my favorite way to eat out a girl, but I will take it like a little bitch if it's being offered.

Pretty soon he had three fingers in me, spreading my cunt nice and wide, making me wetter than the Hoover Dam, and just as I was about to cum he backed off and started fingering my ass. This was frustrating, to say the least, because while I can cum from being anally pleased, it takes more than that most days. And damn was I ready to cum.

"Beg me for it," he said with what I could tell, even without seeing it, was a shit-eating grin.

"Please Mikey, please make me cum so hard. I need it bad."

"Bad enough to wait for it?"

"No, please don't tease me," I said, slightly less begging and more serious this time. "I really do need it."

"I think you need to wait for it a little so you'll appreciate it." Okay, so Dom Mike was coming out to play, and subby Lexi likes Dom Mike even though she hates him too. "Get over here and suck me off. I want to see you swallow this big load I've built up for you."

There was some grumbling, particularly when he stood up and moved away to make me crawl toward him. "Beg me for me cum," he said.

"Please Mikey, please let me swallow all that cream."

"Do you want it bad?"

"So bad."

"Bad enough to let me fuck your face?"

"Fuck my face Mikey, please!"

Mike is one of the few guys I will let get away with this shit. It's just a game with us. And we both know our limits. Like he knows not to push it about rimming him, for instance. Not that I wouldn't, but even subby Lexi has reservations about it.

And because he's one of the few guys I let get away with this, he's also one of the few guys I let hold my hair while he fucks my face. For some reason it turns me off with a lot of guys. It's like they don't trust me to hold still or something. But if Mike wants to fuck my throat, he's getting the hair treatment too.

So he grabbed handfuls of my hair, I opened my mouth, and he fucked my throat. I hadn't really planned on him doing that at the outset, but I was totally into it now. I gagged on it a little because he was going so hard, but nothing dangerous. And then he pulled back, held my face in place with one hand in my hair, and shot rope after rope of tasty jizz into my mouth. I swallowed, cleaned him up, and then said, "Okay, that was fun. But now it's Momma's turn."

"Huh?"

"Oh, you think you're going to get away with being all masterful? Think again, wise guy. Now get your face between these thighs this instant or I will be forced to discipline you!"

To Mike's credit, he gets as well as he gives, and he got a multiple out of me before he leaned back and said, "Hi sis."

"Hi bro."

"Wasn't it better after waiting a little?"

"You little shit. Yes, it was."

"I'm hard again. Lady's choice of position."

So we fucked tenderly and slowly missionary for a while, then he rolled me over on top of him and we fucked like that until he spent inside me but stayed pretty hard, so we just stayed like that and made out for a while, then talked about this and that.

"I've got one more in me before I leave," he said finally. "Can I fuck your ass?"

"I thought you'd never ask."

He got me on my hands and knees again and pressed his sloppy cock into my colon in one thrust, then slowly but firmly moved in and out, his fingers on my joy buzzer until I came and collapsed to my face without being able to help myself. He gripped my hips and started working harder, straight down into the flesh between pussy and ass, stimulating me though I wasn't sure I'd be able to cum again after how hard I'd come before.

I didn't make it before he grunted and thrust home, but that just meant I could feel each tension in his cock as he fired his seed into my asshole, then pulled out and wiped his cock on my ass cheek. "See you sis," he said, then got himself together and left with me still lying on the floor in bliss.

Father's Day

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'll join you!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

4. How was it?

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

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

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

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

6. Why did you do it?

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

7. How was it?

As I said, lousy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Over Under

An anonymous pal asks, "Can you think of any encounters where you were particularly pleasantly surprised? (In other words, you didn't expect that much and it turned out to be surprisingly great.) How about unpleasantly surprised (expected great, turned out to be disappointing)?"

I tend to go into random encounters with low expectations, which is fine because I'm easy to get off, so anything above a baseline of "I came" is a pleasant surprise, but that's not particular. I could probably point back to things in the past of this blog, but that's no fun. So I'm going to try to recall a few times off the cuff when I was pleasantly/unpleasantly surprised.

I remember I went on a few dates, actual dates, with a guy who was very nice but seemed to have no desire to get into my pants at all, to the point where I was about to ask him why he wanted to keep dating if he wasn't going to at least try. Turns out he thought I was significantly more innocent than I am (significantly more, like he thought I might be a virgin) and was kind of confused by the fact that I was kind of putting out signals. But he was fairly innocent, and when he finally got up the nerve to ask if I wanted to come back to his place after a date, maybe for coffee or a movie or something, I was so horny that he could have gotten lucky in the car on the way to his place if he'd wanted to.

We got there, we sat on the sofa, I said something along the lines of, "You can kiss me if you'd like," because clearly he needed some encouragement and it was either that or just start taking off articles of clothing and see what he did. He kissed me rather chastely. I'm not a chaste kisser. I don't want it to seem like I was bulldozing over his objections, but I was putting out every womanly signal I had, short of trying to wave the pheromones from my pussy into his nose.

I don't recall exactly what broke the ice, but whatever it was, shortly thereafter I was half-naked on his couch, he was pulling down his briefs (briefs! so adorable), and I got the first pleasant shock of the evening when his cock emerged and he was definitely larger than average, which the tightness of the whiteys hadn't allowed to be evident before. I know, you'd think there would have been a giant bulge, but it looked normal sized until his shaft just kept coming out of his undies.

Still, I was figuring he wasn't going to be an enthusiastic lay, given his need to have The Joy of Sex thrown repeatedly at him. But first off, he ate pussy like a champ. Didn't want a blowjob, just wanted a snack in the box. I came repeatedly, and while I'm fairly easy to get off, repeatedly from oral signifies a better than average time.

Then I thought, okay, he's making sure I get mine and he doesn't want any in return because he's a hair trigger. That's okay. I had totally gotten mine. If he pressed in and came immediately, I would still have called it a good date. But he had stamina. When he got inside me, I had to concentrate on not getting split in two, and then he started slowly thrusting in and out, in and out, until he was bottoming out and then pulling back until just the head was inside me, and I came again, which I expected would maybe signal an end to his performance.

But no. First missionary, then from behind, then he pulled me on top even though I was pretty blissed out by that point and started jackhammering into me from below, and then finally he pulled out and asked politely if I could suck him the rest of the way off, which didn't take too long but was still a respectable finish. Thick, ropey cum, but didn't taste too strong, and then we snuggled for a bit until I felt him getting hard against me again.

I asked him if he needed more, and he seemed a little sheepish, like he was afraid I wouldn't be up for it. I very nearly wasn't, but this was in my younger, more elastic days, and I just helped him into me from behind and we spooned and fucked slowly for what felt like ages until he said he was ready to go off and I just let him go inside me because I was extremely tuckered out by that point.

You may ask why I'm not currently married to this guy. The answer is that we just weren't a good fit in other ways. I set him up with a friend of mine, who thanked me profusely after because she hadn't had to jump through the hoops I did, and we saw each other a few more times in various places, then drifted apart. But that's a nice memory. I wish I'd ridden the train a bit longer than twice, but I got off plenty during those two times.

Now, the less pleasant part of the question. I can think of a few, not as detailed because who wants to remember disappointment. There was a guy in high school who had supposedly bedded every single girl I knew, to hear them tell it he was amazing, and my standards were lower at the time. He was a total dick during our date (I am so glad I've grown out of needing to have a date with someone to fuck them), not to me as much as to the waiter, which is a deal-breaker for me, but I knew he wasn't dating material and I was basically sitting through the previews to get to the movie, as it were.

The movie was terrible. He took me back to his place, his "party pad" where his divorced dad had custody and was never home from work, and we rounded the bases pretty handily, and then I was blowing him and he came in my eye, which doesn't bother me the way it bothers some people but threw me off a little because he didn't warn me at all, just grabbed my head and spewed. And then it took forever to get him hard again, to the point where he had to watch porn to get it up, and then wanted to keep watching the porn while fucking me from behind like I was basically a sex toy. I got off, just, and he barely made it out of me before painting my lower back white. I would have let him cum inside me but Catholic school makes rhythm method practitioners of all its inmates.

That was disappointing to the point that I needed to go home and get fucked by Mike to wash the bad taste out of my mouth (figuratively speaking; I don't think the guy tasted bad or I might not have continued the evening at all).

The other underwhelming experience that comes immediately to mind was in college. There was the drop-dead gorgeous girl who had hinted to me that she was interested in pursuing some experimentation with the fairer sex in the bedroom, and I'm always open for "girl's first lesbianism" parties. She was porn star gorgeous. No, she was model gorgeous. And I wanted to undress her in the worst way. I had seen glimpses of her hidden delights but never the whole package.

Let me tell you, whatever other disappointments I might have had, seeing her naked was not one of them. I suppose I shouldn't have expected much from the rest of it, since it was her first time, but rather than be nervous or excited she was like a cold fish, and then she basically wanted me to eat her out while she lay there and provided no feedback until finally she gasped a few times, then pushed me away and said the evening was over. I wasn't particularly depressed to hear that, honestly, since she'd provided very little in the way of enjoyment for yours truly. I kept the image of her naked in my head for a while though. God, if she'd been at all a good lay, but she wasn't. I guess she decided she didn't really want to sample sapphic bliss after all. I heard from a guy who had fucked her that she wasn't a cold fish with him.

I could probably summon up more, but I'm going to leave it with those. Like I said, disappointments aren't as fun to remember as pleasant surprises, and now I'm wishing I knew where the guy from my first story wound up, and if he was up for a threesome.

I hope this answers your questions, anonymous pal, and thank you for asking them. If you'd like to ask any questions of me, even silly ones, my inbox and comments are always open, and I respect anonymity as you can see.

Speaking of Anal

We were speaking of anal, right? Of course we were. It's me.

Anyway, I've been going through some old files and stuff and I've found some pictures from who knows when, and I figured why not share one with my faithful reading public? I'm pretty sure it's my brother and I, but beyond that I have no context. No fun story to share, just a little eye candy for you.

Updates

What have I been up to, you may ask.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

TMI Tuesday

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

TMI Tuesday

From the archives:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Follow-Up Questions With Mike

Advizor was kind enough to send a few follow-up questions, so since I got to chat with Mike the other day, I asked them.  As always, Mike's words, but I have edited and massaged and so forth.

If things get serious with Mia would he share more of the family history?

I might.  I've told a few previous girlfriends some things, like that I lost my virginity really young.  It's not an easy thing to do because it's kind of risky, both from the standpoint of them immediately saying, "Ew, you're a freak" and leaving, and because they might either leave me at a later point and then spill their guts, or they might just let it slip.  Sheri is much more risky about it than I am [Lexi note: she really is].

I told a girl I'd had sex with my sisters before, and she was into it.  She said she'd fucked her uncle once and she didn't care.  She liked talking about it with me, liked the taboo.  But before I told her about me and Mom, she said she was okay with anything but having sex with parents, so I cut off those stories.  We had a good time, led to some very nasty sex, but I think she was more interested in talking about her own experiences with it than she was in hearing mine.  I worried a little when we broke up, but I can always say I was just telling her what she wanted to hear.

With Mia, I don't know.  She's freaky in the sack and she's open to a lot of stuff.  I don't know where the line is.  I'd have to figure that out before I told her anything.  I mean, if it got really serious, she'd have to meet the family and she'd have to find out, but that's way more serious than we are right now.  I guess the best way forward would be to invite Lexi up and have a threesome with no brother-sister stuff at first, see how Mia reacted to that, then go from there. [Lexi note: okay, sounds good, let's do it.]

Are you or Sveta attracted to Mia?

This one's for me?  You should answer that.

[Lexi note: okay, I will.  We've never met her, but from the pictures she's very attractive and I would fuck her if asked.  Sveta would too, I'm sure.  She's cute.  A few years younger than Mike but not a baby.  He's got good taste.]

Last new thing Mike tried sexually? Did he ask for it or did Mia?

Mia is very open to the idea of finding a bi guy and watching him fuck me.  Very open.  Probably more open than I am.  So the last new thing we've done was her pegging me with a strapon.  Not really new I guess because I've done anal play before, but this was definitely me being a sub to her domme.  I didn't get to fuck her that time at all; she fucked my ass hard and then made me jack off for her to watch.  I liked it.  Not as a regular thing, but it was fun.  Since she's usually fairly submissive it was a shift for her, but she enjoyed herself.  Probably something we're going to explore in future.  The bi guy... might not happen because it's hard to find a unicorn period, let alone a guy unicorn who swings both ways.  But if we ever did, she'd like that.  It's a pity she doesn't know about Liam and Kevin because we could have a lot of fun with them. [Lexi note: yes.  Yes they could.]

So that's it for the follow-ups, until someone else sends in more.  Be like Advizor.  Send me questions, for me, for Sveta, for anyone else I can ask.  I'm happy to ask them.

Q&A With Mike

I did one of these ages ago with Sheri and I got to talk with Mike the other day, so I decided I'd ask him if he'd be willing to do a bit of Q&A.  That's not a double entendre for anything.  Just questions and answers.  As always, you can join in by emailing or DMing or commenting or any other way you can get ahold of me, if there are questions you'd like answered by my supporting cast.  I'll be asking the same questions this time around, with edits and so forth just like last time.  If it sounds like my phrasing, it's because it is.  I punched up a few things to make it more interesting to read; most of the dialogue is interpreted and probably not actually what was said, but close enough.  Yeah, like you were expecting the New York Times.  I interpret.  I enliven.  It's all what he said, just finessed a bit.

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#1 - What's your favorite position?

Depends on the girl.  And what we're doing.  With anal, it's got to be doggy.  With you, I love missionary, and if the girl is good looking and has nice tits, missionary is very nice.  But lately I've been into getting ridden, which has all the good stuff from missionary plus we can get a rhythm going better with both of us working at it.

#2 - What kind of porn are you watching lately?

Mother-son stuff.  I guess I miss Mom.  I like it when there's a younger girl involved too.

#3 - Who was the last girl you fucked?

[Lexi note: Mike has a fairly steady thing right now, so this question took a bit of drawing out, since initially he just said, "Come on, what kind of dumb question is that?"]

Mia [his current thing].  Last night she got home from work and wanted two orgasms.  She said she wanted at least two, right out of the gate.  I thought she meant her, but she wanted two from me.  So we ordered a pizza which got cold, I fucked her mouth until I came on her tits, then she rode me hard, said the first one didn't count, made me get hard again, and told me it was all on me this time.  She lay back and let me plow her, cute little wails and cumming and so forth, then I came on her face.  She said that was what she wanted and then went to bed.  I wasn't complaining.  Sometimes Mia just needs to get fucked to destress a little.

#4 - How about the gentlemen?

[Lexi note: my brother has some bi curiosity, but he doesn't indulge in it beyond sometimes some ass play with toys.  So he said, "Copying and pasting from Sheri's responses isn't going to work here."  Which is true.  But I wanted to copy and paste, so you get this instead.]

#5 - Most interesting recent partner?

[Lexi note: Mike and Mia aren't totally exclusive, but they share rather than going outside the partnership.  As far as I know, she doesn't know about his family matters, so he's cheating on her if he has sex with any of the family, but I can't judge him both because he's my brother and because I've been in the same situation.]

Mia.  Okay, no, that's not fair.  Sheri's answer was all about deflowering a guy, and I've got nothing recent which was anywhere near that fun.  Should I talk about the last time I popped a virgin?

[Lexi note: yes, because that sounds more interesting than your recent stuff.]

Okay, so the last girl I popped was legal but just, drunk at a party I was at, started coming on to me because she thought I was with the band.  I wasn't, but she was hot and no other fish were biting, so I let her think I was.  We started making out, she said she wanted to go somewhere quieter, so we went back to my room [Lexi note: it should be said here that Mike was not barely legal; this was probably last year and he's talking about a hotel room, not a dorm room.]

We got there, she's starting to get a little more sober and realizing she's committing to something she doesn't really want to commit to, so I told her it was fine, she could go, no biggie, I wasn't expecting anything [Lexi note: Mike, for any flaws he might have otherwise, is pretty decent].  I mean, I totally was expecting something, raring to go, but you know [Lexi note: I do].

So she leaves and I'm thinking about finding someplace to go, maybe pick up another girl, something.  But I wound up jerking off in my room because I'm not as young as I used to be [Lexi note: then what were you doing at the party in the first place, dingus?].  I finished up, put something on the TV, and was getting ready to drift off when there's a knock on my door.

It's the girl again.  I told her I'd be right there, threw some clothes back on, let her in.  She says, "I'm sorry, I led you on, you hate me."  Don't you just love drama?  I really wanted to say, "No, I don't, get out and let me sleep," but she said, "You were such a good guy.  Most guys would have just taken advantage.  And... I just was nervous because I've never done anything like this before."

"Never hooked up in a hotel room after a party?"

"No, I mean..." And she was blushing and stammering and I could see what she was actually trying to say.

"You've never hooked up at all."

"I mean, I've made out with guys.  But I came to college and I figured I'd, you know, and it just..."

"Look, you were drunk, people make mistakes, whatever.  I'm sorry I put you in this position.  You didn't need to apologize.  And maybe next time, don't go back to a stranger's hotel room because bad things happen.  You should have someone to watch your back."

Turns out that her buddy was even more drunk than she was, so yeah, choices.

But then she said, "You're so awesome.  I... I want to do it with you.  I want you to.  I'm not drunk any more and I want to do it."

Well okay then.  So we started making out again, and she was still pretty shy about it, and I kept telling her we didn't have to do this, but she seemed like she was going to go ahead with it.  "I just want to do it," she said.

Her body was very nice, once I got her clothes off, and her being shy was kind of cute.  Innocent, you know?  I was ready to go again [Lexi note: when isn't he?] but you'd be proud, I took my time, I got her comfortable.  Once I gave her permission to be sexual, she even rubbed her pussy a little before I said I was going to get her really comfortable and ate her out.  No orgasm but she relaxed.

Then I got my own clothes off.  She wasn't surprised by my cock like some girls are [Lexi note: he's not saying he's huge, although he's perfectly respectable, just that virgins sometimes haven't even ever seen a cock before] and she asked me if I wanted her to do anything.  I just told her I was going to fuck her and that was all she had to worry about [Lexi note: I sure hope those weren't the exact words he used, because that's all you need to do is bring up worry at a time like this].

She took me like a champ.  Between her juice and the condom, I didn't have to do much to get inside her.  No blood, which I'll admit disappointed me a little.  It didn't even hurt her.  She just lay back and looked happy until I pulled back and rocked a little, and then her eyes got wide and she started gasping.  Didn't want to wear her out, but after having jerked off not too long ago, I was going to last for a while, so I tried to go slow and steady.

I think she came on me.  I'm not sure.  I hope so.  She certainly seemed to be enjoying herself.  But after a while, she asked me if I wanted to switch positions, so we spooned.  I wrapped her tits in my hands and God they were nice college teen tits.  I felt like I was going to go on forever though, so I sped up a little and she begged me to be gentle.  So I had to slowly, slowly fuck, and after the novelty wore off, it wasn't that great.  I mean, she felt great, and her body was amazing, but she was kind of like a warm sex doll, not much reaction beyond moaning and occasionally squeezing her pussy on me.

But I can force myself to cum if I have to, so I did.  I asked her where she wanted her first jizz, and she looked a little startled.  "I don't know, where do you usually cum?"

I didn't tell her I usually like to cum in a pussy or an ass.  "If you don't feel like it in your mouth, that's okay.  I can just cum in the condom."

But she wanted the full experience, so I pulled out and did the porno thing where the guy stands there forever wanking for the money shot.  I settled on her tits because she didn't seem like she wanted a facial.  The orgasm was lousy and forced, but she thought it was the greatest thing ever.  She played with it with her finger, but she didn't taste.

She wanted to know if she could stay the night because she had nowhere else to go.  I really needed to get to sleep because I actually had things to do the next day.  She said she'd make it worth my while and was reaching for my cock like she was trying to pick up a hot poker, but I told her that wasn't necessary, and if she wanted to stay that was fine but she didn't need to sleep with me.  But she was all over me, even if she wasn't all over my cock, saying how great I was, and damn it I have an ego just like everyone else.  So even though I had planned on giving her the bed and sleeping on the couch, we wound up sleeping together.

Even though she said she was up for more, she was out like a light about five minutes later, curled up next to me.  In the morning I was all set to get up and go for the continental breakfast, but she was there all big-eyed and naked and saying she knew she'd never see me again and that I was the best and she wanted me again before I left, so what was I going to do?

I fingered her while we kissed and she even got up her courage and started stroking my cock.  Then I pulled on another condom and let her straddle me.  I think she was sore because it was even slower and gentler than before, and I really just wanted to grab her hips and fuck her silly and get it out of her system so I could maybe get a shower and then maybe grab the dregs of continental breakfast.  God though, she had a tight little body and it was fun watching her giggling and rocking.  I told her I wanted to make her cum and she liked that idea, so I tweaked her nipples and she rubbed her clit while bouncing and finally she said, like she was proud, "I'm going to cum."  Her orgasm was disappointing too, a quick gasp and flutter and then she was lying on my chest and telling me how amazing I was again and I was getting tired of it all.

"I'm going to fuck you a little harder, okay?"

"Okay."  And to her credit she put up with a bit more rough, maybe a 2 on the dial instead of a 1.  I let her lie there and grabbed her ass and pressed up, speeding up until she said no more.  She even let me run my fingers over her ass without saying anything.  And I didn't bother to ask, just rolled her off me like a sack of potatoes, pulled off the condom, and jerked it again until she moved her head over without saying anything and opened her mouth.  So if she was going to let me...

I even got a few little licks and sucks, which was enough, and I held her in place and then shot onto her tongue and lips.  Another really weak orgasm, but the volume was impressive.  I don't think she was expecting as much as there was, and I certainly wasn't.  She looked like I had splashed her face with cold water.  But she let me cum on her tongue with only a little flinching.

Honestly, the best part, and the part I wish had happened sooner because we could have have way more fun, was that she said, "It tastes a little funny," but then swallowed and licked her lips.  "Not bad though.  I could do that again."

We didn't though.  I didn't get breakfast.  She wanted to stay, I think, but I told her that I really did have places to go, people to see, things to do, and no, I wouldn't be going to that party tonight.  So she left after showering and I never saw her again.  I mean, it was fun, but it was also kind of a drag.  I like the virgins who are raring to go and want to learn.  I bet she went back to college with a story to tell and got fucked by a bunch of assholes while drunk.

#6 - Worst sex recently?

Mia brought home this woman a few weeks ago, older than us, and I wasn't attracted to her at all, but I went along with it for Mia because she was so proud she'd picked up a woman for a threesome [Lexi note: I guess Mia is as inexperienced in this regard as Sveta is, or they usually pick up a third together or something].  The woman was not my type.  Mia said after that she wasn't really her type either, but had said yes.  So we had a pretty pedestrian threesome with this woman who was mostly looking to get hers from both of us, like she was doing us a favor by agreeing to be shared.  Mia didn't get any oral at all, and I only got some while Mia was eating the woman out.  Her pussy was sloppy, her tits were saggy, and she just wasn't much of a lay even leaving out the shallow stuff.  She had a great time, drank a bunch of our liquor, and has asked us if we want to do it again, but we're always busy, wouldn't you know.

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Again, if you've got any questions for anyone I can ask, including me, send them along. This was just some random shit questions I thought up way back when, and while we managed to get a good virgin story out of them, they're pretty basic.  Feel free to ask specifics.

Orgasms and Edging

So as I'm sure probably most of the audience knows, there's a thing guys do called edging, where you work yourself to the point of orgasm without going over, then let things settle, then do it again, as long as you have time or can stand it. Seems like something one typically does as part of masturbation, although that's just the typical, not the requirement.

I have some experience with guys who've tried it. If you're a speed shooter, it can prolong the inevitable, and on the other hand if you have a hard time going more than once it can lengthen the experience. It's harder to pull off while fucking just because it means a certain amount of down time, but when Mike and I have done it he's found other ways to pass the time between that are plenty of fun for me.

I remember we once spent a few hours on vacation when it was raining and we were stuck in the hotel room. He actually started first, but after the first time, when I noticed he was jerking off on his bed while i read watching cable, I told him not to waste it, and he said he wasn't and explained.

So I pretty much did everything I could to ruin it at first. I tried to suck it and he ran away, and that devolved into us chasing each other around the room naked, which, shockingly, is a good way to lose a hard-on. Finally he let me suck it back to life and then some, but he pushed me away as he got closer.

So I bet him he wouldn't be able to last one more time. I can't remember what we bet, but it was probably a mistake on my part if I wanted him to lose, because he got determined and not only lasted through another, but managed two more before he said, "Okay, want to see what it did?"

I would also like to admit that throughout, I was slinking around like a sexpot trying to tempt him, to the point that I was getting right in his face with my ass, then spreading my pussy and spanking myself.  It got me incredibly horny, and when he finally said he wanted to fuck, I came as soon as he put it inside me. Which was probably for the best, because he lasted less than a minute and then came hard.

There was a lot of it, but it was thin and watery. And that's been my experience with guys who have been teased for a long time or who have edged. The spunk volume goes up but the thickness goes down. Not that that's necessarily a bad thing. Volume and power of a cumshot in the pussy can feel wonderful. If you're ever in a cumshot distance competition for your soul with the devil or something, I'd recommend some edging to warm up.

The best thing I've found is to get the guy off once first, then do some edging the second time because the pressure is off, so to speak. Second cumshots, particularly shortly after, can be a little less impressive, and some edging can make up for that. But that's not always in the cards.

I'm not a guy, so I can't judge how much more intense the orgasm feels for them. Some guys swear by it. Others don't. Anyone who wants to chime in, I'm happy to gather data. For myself, if a guy's not going to be a two-pump Johnny, and if he's capable of getting it up again in a session, most of the time I'd rather get him off twice than spend the same amount of time getting him off once. But sometimes it can be fun.

But that's not why I started this post. See, edging has always seemed like the province of gentlemen rather than ladies. For a lot of ladies, the orgasm isn't something you have to put off. Also, I think plenty of ladies do it but either not intentionally or without calling it edging. Either they make an evening of it with themselves or they've got a partner who has to work at getting them off and there are breaks for his pleasure, or something else.

But recently Sveta and I have been trying it deliberately. It's s not different for me though. For me, what we've been doing is getting me to the point where it hurts, then I get used to the feeling, then we work a little further. It's not stopping and starting, it's more a progression from light to heavy, with me getting used to it as we go.

It takes a while, so we don't do it every day or every time, and I've been getting stoned for it because that helps too. But I've been able to at least over some of my mental hangups about orgasms, which is why I've been having more of them. They still hurt, but they scratch the itch wonderfully, which helps keep me sane. And it's something I can do by myself too. Sometimes I'll get myself to a place where I'm ready and then Sveta will finish me off. Sometimes it's just me and a toy and some porn.

I won't say it makes the orgasms more intense. It does, but that's not because of the edging as much as it is that I'm able to get more aroused without it breaking me out of it with the pain, and I'm able to let myself go more fully.

Maybe it's not really edging. Maybe it's just practice. But it's helping and it was an excuse to tell some stories.

Typically we actually start out with anal play. I'll get a plug in and warm up for a while. Only when I'm dripping wet and feeling good will anything happen with my pussy. Then light pussy manhandling,  without any penetration or clit play. Then maybe a finger, slowly, then some clit action, then we see where it goes.

Still no multiples, and after the orgasm I have to stop, but that just means I can go after Sveta. And I don't want to edge her. I want to make her cum as hard as possible, so that may require some buildup, but I go after her with a vengeance. A reward for her efforts.

Bang the Gong, Get It On

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Smuggling Dildos Addendum

I forgot all about one of my best dildo-smuggling stories.  Well, in this case it was a buttplug smuggling story, but it's all the same to me.

At a certain point, Mike and I were experimenting with a little D/s play.  I wouldn't even call it that.  Basically, I got into being his sex slave.  Not his regular slave, and he didn't do much of anything other than sex me up good whenever he wanted, but I agreed to be his sex slave.

It started out around the house; we were fucking and he started ordering me around and I enjoyed it.  It was just positions he wanted me in, or things he wanted me to do to him or myself.  But we both enjoyed it, so it became that I was basically at his beck and call as far as sex was concerned.  He was still pretty new to it and was needing to get his rocks off frequently, so he would pop into the room, snap his fingers, and I had to drop everything and give him whatever he asked for.

That started slow too.  At first he would just come in and ask me to get him off.  But then we progressed to him wanting me ready for him whenever, so I had to wear a skirt with no panties at all times.  I think he enjoyed interrupting me.  Mom and Dad just sighed and let us do what we were going to do, even if it meant that we would be eating dinner and he would give me a look and I would go over and suck his cock under the table while he kept eating.

But then he started wanting more.  I spent most of a day reading in his bed because he said he wanted me there, and every hour or so he would come in, I would get on my hands and knees, and he would fill me.  I don't want this to seem like he was abusing the relationship; I was getting plenty out of it.

Then he started interrupting me when I was on the phone.  I would be talking to one of my friends bent over the table or the bed while Mike quietly did his business inside me.  God, that was hot as shit.  And then he started interrupting me while I was with my friends.  He would stick his head around the door and nod at me, and I would have to make up some excuse like needing to use the bathroom, and we'd have a quickie.  Again, so fucking hot.  I was dripping wet every time I expected it.

He had graduated to anal by this point, so we did plenty of that too.  Usually to start he wanted my pussy, but after a few times, when it was getting a bit harder to keep hard, he'd switch to the back door, as it were.  And I was loving it.  He wouldn't let me clean up after him either, so I had to go back to my friends with cum inside me.  Again, this might all sound creepy, but we both got off immensely.

Then he wanted me at school.  Risky business.  He couldn't exactly pull me out of class, and we were in different grades, but come lunch time, we'd sneak off.  Most of the time it was just oral because we couldn't afford to get caught, but he still wanted me to wear no panties under my skirt, and we had a few close calls where someone came by just around the corner and we had to keep very still and quiet, hoping they wouldn't come around and find him with his cock deep inside me, still thrusting slowly away, my cunt dripping.  He liked to tease me, try to get me to moan at the worst times.  I'm sure if my parents knew about it, they would have killed us, because frankly, while it was a huge rush then, it was basically like we were drunk driving a stolen cop car at that point if anyone had found out.

At some point during this last phase, where the only thing he wasn't doing was coming into my classroom and dropping his pants and demanding that I suck him off in the middle of my class, he lit on the idea of a butt plug.  In this case, the idea was that I would have one in all day, except when he wanted to fuck me, then he would cum in my ass and then plug me back up, keeping all that hot sloshing cum up in there all day.

We started in the morning; I raised my ass as high as I could and he pressed in and filled me up, then popped in the plug and we went to school.  At lunch, I sneaked him into the girls' bathroom and he checked everything, then I sucked him almost to completion so fucking wouldn't cause any of the previous load to come out, then he pressed the head into my ass and let loose another load, then plugged me up again.  I could feel it a little after that.  Then we had planned ahead and both had a free moment closer to the end of the day, and he popped another load in, then we went home and I stayed ass in the air while he deposited two more loads, then he plugged me up until close to bedtime.

Then we both went to the bathroom and pulled out the plug and I felt what seemed like a cup of spunk drool out of my ass into the toilet.  I'm not into scat, but that was sexy.  And then, because not everything is sexy, kids, I had to take a mammoth shit after not doing so all day.

I don't know why we stopped; I guess we just moved on to different things.  Mike started being able to get his needs filled by people outside the family a bit more, but it wasn't like he and I never fucked again.  We just moved on from that bit of domination play.  At least until we got interested in impregnation play, which I think I've talked about and was a whole other story.

Slumber Party

I teased the story last time about my slumber party threesome, and I guess I can talk about it in more depth, if you twist my arm.  Okay, okay, I just wanted to split it out into its own post because it’s worth telling in more detail.  If you recall, the setup is that my two friends and I have gone to my room and begun rather quickly talking about sex.

One of them, Gina, was totally pure; Jeanine was a bit older and had already given a boy a hand job, which she thought made her queen shit of fuck mountain until she found out about me.  That wasn't at the slumber party, mind: she and I had talked turkey in the past.  She didn't know anything about my family, but she knew I was a full-on non-virgin and a few of the guys I'd fucked.

So we got to talking about sex, and they wanted to know what it was like.  Gina was beet-red after about five minutes, but Jeanine was egging both of us on.  I don't want you to think that we were sitting around naked either; we all had perfectly chaste PJs on.  But even with T-shirts covering them, I could see that Jeanine's nipples were getting hard.  She had a nice pair of breasts for her age (and went on to become positively buxom) which got boys' attentions, but she was sure that she was too chunky to be popular.  That's why she was interested in sex.  She wanted the guys to like her, so she wanted to put out.  Not a good thing, understand, but I was the same age and felt kind of the same way, albeit that I didn't give a shit about popularity.  But I thought that a good way for her to be more popular was to put out, so I encouraged her.  I'm not proud of it.

But we were both egging Gina on because we were enjoying her blushing, and I noticed that, although Gina was pretty much as small as I was, in the boobs department, she was getting perky too with all this talk.  So I cheekily pointed it out, and she giggled and covered herself with her hands.  "No, the boys don't want you to cover them up," said Jeanine with a laugh, and we all started giggling and trying to pull Gina's hands away from her nips.

"Look, I'm not shy," I said finally.  "It's nothing you girls haven't seen before."  So I pulled off my top.  "See, I'm all pointy too," I said, reassuringly.  "We're talking about boys.  I bet you're even getting a little wet."  Gina turned bright red and denied it, but Jeanine, after a moment, said, "Okay, yeah, I'm soaking my panties over here."  And then she pulled her top off too.

Her breasts really were a sight to see.  Yes, she wasn't exactly athletically built, but she wasn't fat by any stretch.  Curvy.  Luscious.  I wanted to suck her tits like mad.  "Come on Gina, your turn," Jeanine said.

Gina refused for a moment, but then she giggled and said, "Fine," and pulled her top off too.  She had cute little breasts but big nipples, reddish brown, very perky.  "Yeah, my boobies get kind of pointy when I think about..." and then she trailed off.

Well, we couldn't let that stand, could we?  "Ooh, Gina's got a crush on someone!" we cackled, and she denied, and finally we wormed out of her that she was crushing on a guy a grade ahead of us.

"But he's older," she said finally, looking a little sad.

"So what?  I've fucked older guys," I said.

Which made them really curious, so I told them a story and was shocked to see that Gina, of all people, started covering herself but then was playing with her right nipple.  "You like twisting your tit?" I asked.

"Yeah."

"Do you do that when you jerk off?"

"Lexi!?"  She was shocked.  "Girls don't do that stuff."

"I do," chimed in Jeanine.

"You do?"

And that was all it took.  Pretty soon we were naked and showing Gina how to pleasure herself.  She was timid at first, but she got into it.  They were both impressed when I made myself cum.  Gina wanted to do that too.  So I scooted over and showed her some moves.  No penetration, but I diddled her clit hard.  Jeanine wanted to try too, so first I rubbed her, then she giggled and rubbed me, calling Gina over when I said I was close to cumming so they could both feel it on my pussy.

And after that it was pretty simple to suggest that we could try other things.  It was funny: Gina was timid to start, but once I convinced her that licking was way better than fingers, she threw caution to the winds and let me go to town on her, sucking her tits and then lapping her clit until she finally screamed and came and then blushed and looked embarrassed for a moment, but Jeanine was already lying back on the floor asking me to do her too.

After Jeanine got off, we stopped fooling around for a while and went back to talking about boys because they seemed a bit worried about doing "lezzy stuff" as Gina put it, but while I was telling them another story about getting fucked (without mentioning who was doing the fucking) I saw her sneak her hand between her legs again, and I giggled and said, "Looks like someone's ready for another."  Jeanine dove in with eagerness but didn't really have the chops, although Gina enjoyed it.  So I had to finish her up.  Then Jeanine started urging Gina to eat me out, which she took to like a fish to water.  I got her to put two fingers inside me and slurp at my clit and I came hard, after which Jeanine wanted Gina to try on her.

They were pretty much done after that; we put clothes back on for some reason and then went to sleep.  But in the morning, I woke up to Gina going down on Jeanine again and crawled over to work on Jeanine's beautiful breasts while Gina ate her out like a pro.

It didn't become a regular thing by any stretch.  Gina, shockingly, popped her cherry the week after that; I guess she'd gotten confidence or something.  We talked about it and she said he was amazing and she loved him and so forth.  They kept dating and fucking for a while, then went to separate colleges and stopped seeing each other.  My brother actually was the second man she'd ever fucked, after she came home to visit and he was there and I said, "Hey Gina, you should totally fuck my brother."  I didn't say anything about why, other than that she was getting over a breakup and should get back on the horse, and she said, "Do you think he'd be interested?" and the Pope was Catholic, bears shat in the woods, and I let them go off to his room to do what came naturally.  Sometimes I wish I'd been a bit more forthcoming, because Mike said she was a lot of fun.  She spent the night and I heard them fucking through the door for ages.  I could have been in there too.  Damn taboos.

Jeanine, on the other hand, stayed mostly a virgin.  Mostly.  She and I had some fun semi-regularly, because she said it didn't count with me.  She gave a lot of handjobs and blowjobs, and then she started letting guys fuck her in the ass after a conversation we had about it.  But she didn't lose her cherry until she got married to the first guy who asked her.  And then after a few months she started sleeping around.  She cheated on her husband with a bunch of guys.  Then she'd get guilty and go back to him, even though he was totally wrong for her and she wasn't happy.  They had some kids, tried to make it work.  I'm pretty sure she's still cheating regularly.  She tells me about guys she's fucked sometimes.  I won't lie: it's a turn-on.

I drifted apart from both of them; I still see them sometimes.  But they stayed incredibly close, and last I heard they were meeting up monthly, getting a hotel, and fucking each other's brains out all weekend.  They've invited me to come visit.  I've thought about it.  I might one of these days, if I could enjoy it.  But they're far enough away now that it would be a bit of a schlep, so for right now, I just have second-hand stories of debauchery.

If I visited on one of their girls' weekends, I think it might be fun to bring Sveta too.  I know she'd enjoy it.  Maybe it would be worth doing just for her; I could have some fun too.  Well, if it ever does happen, I keep everyone posted.