Remiss But Unsexy

It is, apparently, that time when I feel profoundly unsexy again. Which is why I've been silent over here; I just haven't had the motivation to tune in, I'm afraid. Work is picking up, which is both a good and a bad thing, and certain other things have happened which have sapped my energy somewhat, and now I'm just... not feeling like writing. So I'm alive, and I'll be here Friday for Flash Fiction, and other than that I can't really say. Who knows, maybe things will change abruptly.

Sveta has, if I'm counting correctly, one more week after this one. She's taken the week off and plans to spend most or all of it here, which is a very nice surprise even if I wasn't entirely not expecting it. I keep telling Mike that if he wants any hope of seeing her, the window is closing. I've offered various incentives. I've even played on his ego a little. So far, no commitment. We'll see.

Kate keeps inviting me over. I think she misses me. I kind of miss her too, but I miss having to put up with Roger's shit a lot less. Still, when I'm feeling a bit more up and at 'em, particularly when I start missing Sveta, it may yet happen. Besides, it's not like I can afford to turn down opportunities these days; this dry spell is wearing on me a little.

Pam and Kirk have both expressed interest in seeing me too, although Pam says she's pretty sure it's that they want me to babysit for them. I told them that I'd consider it, if I was paid in kind rather than in cash, as it were. We were both joking a little. Anyway, the only time they're available seems to be times when I'm not, so scheduling is the bear there.

And then there are, as I mentioned previously, a few prospects on the horizon. And continued rehab with Dad, which I know might be boring to hear about so I've only been reporting the success stories and milestones. And so forth. I sincerely hope that within the next few days the funk will clear off and I'll be more up to things sexual. As it is, I just want to crawl into a hole and masturbate just to get off every so often, reversing my earlier statements on the subject. I'm such a backslider.

In Lieu of a Cigar

I was informed the other day that Pam had given birth to a healthy baby girl, which they did not name Lexi (I admit that there was a small, very small worry of that) although I've been told that I can be Aunt Lexi any time I want. I didn't witness the birth or even the aftermath, but yesterday I got a call from Kirk asking if I wanted to come over and see Pam and the baby in their natural environs, as they had been released from the hospital and were home now. I said yes because I'm a nice person; I should have been learning lines or something else constructive.

I'm sorry that I didn't get to take more advantage of Pam's pregnancy; I may have mentioned in the past how sexy I found her when she was pregnant. Not that she's not sexy without being pregnant, but how often do I get to share a fun evening with a preggo? But be that as it may, I wanted to meet my "niece" (particularly as I have doubts whether I'll even have any real ones) and warp her fragile baby mind as soon as possible.

She's a pip; definitely going to grow up to be a stunner (okay, so I have no idea if that's true, but you're supposed to say things like that about babies). Still quite quiet, although I'm sure that will change. And Pam looks all maternal. And Kirk seems genuinely happy to be a father, which is always a good sign, although that too may change.

After I got done holding the baby (one of the wonderful things about other people's children is that you only have to hold them for as long as you want to, and you don't have to deal with any of the other annoyances) we sat and chatted about this and that. Conversation turned to things sexual as it was bound to do, and Pam said she was incredibly horny but just couldn't do much about it. I guess she's still in the stage where sex is definitely not going to happen. Kirk said the same thing, although the girls kidded him about the fact that he could do something about it and probably was every time he went to the bathroom. It was cute how shy he got talking about masturbation around two women who've fucked him.

I admitted as I was fairly horny too, and Kirk said, "Well honey, do you mind if I help Lexi out with that?"

"I guess," she said. "It'll just make it worse for me though."

"You don't have to watch," I put in.

"You think I'm letting him fuck you and not watching?" she asked, like this was some kind of stupid question.

In the end (and I'm going to Hell but this just made it sexier) she and the baby sat next to us on the bed, the baby suckling, Pam watching. I figured that, if Kirk had been without sex for some time now, he probably wouldn't last long the first time, so before I even did more than get my blouse off, I sucked him off until he filled my mouth with cum. Then I cheekily went over and kissed Pam and passed the cum to her. She couldn't do anything about it, and after token resistance she just swallowed and then scolded me. "Jesus Lexi, the baby."

"And yet you're sitting here." She allowed as this was true, but blushed.

Kirk was hard again almost immediately; perhaps he hadn't been beating off every chance he got. I pulled off my bra and panties and lay back on the bed, but he wanted me on my hands and knees, and I didn't complain at all when I felt his cockhead pressing against my asshole. I guess, though Pam enjoys fingering, they might not do any actual anal sex, at least not yet. Kirk's anal technique is simple but effective; he keeps up pressure but doesn't force anything, and the whole time he's slowly pressing in, it's constant pressure, which is very nice although it might be harder to take if I weren't into anal. When he slipped a hand around and started stroking my dripping cunt, I came, hard. It had been too long since I got some. I made a bit of noise, and the baby started crying, so I muffled my face in the bed for a while.

Pam eventually got her calmed down and back to nursing, and I spent a bit of time looking at Pam's breasts and at the baby sucking on them. God help me it was a turn-on. I'm a terrible person. I had no interest in molesting a baby or anything, but I wished I could nurse her, just a little. Probably my biological clock telling me who's boss. In any case, the strange combination of wanting to have a baby and having a cock pressing in and out of a hole which definitely wouldn't give me a baby was a bit of a brain-fuck, but I enjoyed it.

Kirk finally pulled out, after getting me really close to another O, and came on my back, not forcefully but a lot, a real puddle. I was too busy feeling a bit cheated because I had been really close to climax, but that's the way of things sometimes. He grabbed me a towel to wipe off, and then I rolled over and started working on myself. "Not enough?" Pam asked softly. "I wish I could help."

"No, it's fine," I said. "Kirk, will you be up for three, or..."

"Give me a minute," he said. "Watching you do that helps, let me tell you."

So I let them watch as I got myself off, not terribly elegantly because I wasn't interested in putting on a show as much as I was in getting off. Kirk was stroking himself by the time I was through, and with a little encouragement from me lips and tongue, he stiffened enough to put on another condom and then lie back and let me mount him. Having him slip into my pussy was great; I need penetration more often than pretty much anything else, including possible orgasms. I think I might be able to survive longer with no orgasms than no penetration, although I wouldn't want to do either.

Pam even put her hand on my hip as I ground down on Kirk, but I was too busy cumming to care; he worked my nipples nicely, and the grinding of his pubic bone against my clit got me off again quickly, so I was feeling it all over my body, a wonderful electricity. I felt it so strongly that I didn't stop, even when Kirk said he was about to cum, and unfortunately the third ejaculation was wasted on the interior of a condom, but that didn't matter. I was still cumming as he came, and when we both finished I lay on top of him and gave him a big kiss, which we hadn't really done throughout the session. We were both hot and sweaty, so we rolled apart after a moment and just lay there and felt satisfied.

I could have gone for another, but that sort of goes without saying. But everyone else seemed to be either finished or not interested or a baby (she wasn't interested in anything but feeding and sleeping) so we chatted a bit more and then said that we'd have to do it again soon. I like them; they're easy to get along with, and they're sexually open without being completely insane about it. They seem real. I did say, and I'm not sure I should have, that I would continue rewarding Kirk if he continued to be a good father. Yeah, foot in mouth over that one, but not much I can do about it now. I will happily continue to let him fuck me if he doesn't flake out, but I probably shouldn't have said as much.

Anyway, I'm hoping that I can be the "crazy aunt" for a long time to come.

Reasons for Futher Craziness

First off, I find it somewhat of a delightful coincidence that I posted my 666th post the night of the Rapture-That-Wasn't. I have no time for Rapture-That-Wasn't jokes, but it was interesting that it should work out that way.

Second, for those who might have been wondering, Sveta hasn't died or left me. She told the powers that be that she was getting out of school later than she actually was because she wanted to stay for Ernst's graduation and she knew they wouldn't approve. She'll be coming home next week, which is fine because she told them she wasn't getting out until June so she'll be spending a few days at home, then going to the place her biological parent makes her live. There really should be a better term for all this. She'll be visiting me while her father and step-mother believe she's still taking finals.

But then she has to live with them, despite that fact that she's miserable there and they would probably actually love to get rid of her. But if she's under their roof, they can do what they want. I try hard not to hate people, particularly people I haven't met, but I'm on the fence.

She's getting a summer job. Or at least she's going to try. She wants to save up money for the inevitable time when she's no longer able to rely on family support. It's a miracle they're paying her way through college really.

When I last talked to her, she was pretty bummed out about Ernst leaving; he lives a pretty fair distance away, although it's definitely visitable. I hope he wants to visit, because they were pretty close (close hell, she's given him everything he could ask for). I told them both that I'd be happy to give him a place to stay and she could come over to the house to be with him as much as possible if he was there. I want them to be happy, and if I get a little action out of it, so much the better.

But at least for the first part of the summer, I will be doing something really stupid. I have several jobs to do, but... I auditioned for a part at a new theater and got cast. Yes, I will be appearing on stage. Haven't done that in a while. It doesn't pay, unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on how you look at it) but it's a large sector of lines to memorize and a big chunk of time. I wouldn't do it except that I really love the play and never thought I'd get this role. I know the director and some of the other actors, but I've never worked at this theater before, so we'll see how it goes. Needless to say, this will probably cut into my free time a bit, but only for a while. I should have some time during the summer to take a bit of a break, I hope.

In other news, I saw Pam the other day (I haven't mentioned her much because I haven't seen her recently, so if you're confused about who she is, check out her topic). She's getting really close; she looks incredibly pregnant, past glowing and into exploding. She was wearing a dress that didn't flatter, so I can't say whether she's still a hot preggo or not, but I assume she is. She and Kirk, being the liberal youngsters they are, still have no plans to get married, which I guess I'm okay with since it's not like marriage fixes things. I really, really hope he's not planning on skipping out on his responsibilities as a father.

Nothing was offered, and I would have had to refuse anyway because I was busy, but I keep hoping that maybe I'll get one more time with a pregnant woman before she delivers. What can I say: I'm a sucker for preggos. But if not, I hope everything goes well. She promised to keep me informed.

Sorry that this is sort of an update post, but hey, things need to be kept up to date.

Okay, Finally

I'm going to just hop right in. Saturday, Pam and Kirk came to see the play and surprised me afterward, and even though I had a matinée to do the next day, plus all the attendant crap of the show closing, I went out for drinks with them.

Pam looks about as pregnant as she was last time I saw her, which is pretty amazing since it had been at least a month. She showed early but is apparently going to show the same, at least for the moment. I must have missed the unpleasant parts of the pregnancy, because other than the fact that she didn't drink and looked like she was carrying a volleyball under her dress, she was really enthusiastic.

Kirk seemed fairly enthusiastic too, which is a good sign I guess. They gushed a bit about babies, as all new parents or parents-to-be tend to. Then the topic of conversation turned to the bedroom, and they started telling me stories about how great their sex life was and how Pam just loves getting fucked now that she's pregnant and how fingering her ass while fucking her relieves cramps and constipation, and at that point I really wanted to stop them because I didn't need to know that. To each her hangup, and mine is scat.

But once I made it clear that I was definitely up for going back to their place, back to their place we went. To my surprise, Pam said she wanted to watch Kirk fuck my ass, please, and who was I to refuse a request like that, least of all from a mommy-in-training? They didn't have condoms again, so got some from my purse while Pam stripped off her dress and revealed that she was only wearing a bra and her ass is just as delicious as before. She started sucking Kirk's cock, already hard, while I pulled off my clothes and got on the bed, and then she put her hand on the small of my back while he pressed his cock into my ass slowly, excruciatingly slowly.

"You want me to finger you?" she asked. I was a little surprised, since she'd never seemed that interested in doing things to me before, but I guess she was curious. I just nodded with a grunt that wasn't at all ladylike but was pretty much unavoidable, and when her fingers sneaked into my cunt I came the first time.

He didn't last long after that; I made it through the orgasm before he pulled out and stripped the condom off, then splashed his load on my back and Pam's hand. She cleaned me off with her tongue without asking, which was nice, but she didn't do anything more than lick up the puddle on my back. Then she lay back on the bed, belly sticking up so high I could barely see her face, spread her legs, and said, "I'm ready."

"Ready for what?" was my immediate thought, but since Kirk seemed like he was settling in to watch again, I took it that my part in this was to orally pleasure her, which wasn't exactly low on my list of priorities. She didn't seem as bothered by it, although she didn't really offer much in the way of encouragement. Her pussy is still quite tight, though it seems shallower than before, possibly because the baby is taking up space. I know I spent a certain amount of time kissing her belly. I slipped fingers into her while I played with her belly button with my tongue; she's practically got an outie now. Eventually I did work my lips down to her pussy, and was just getting started on licking her clit when I felt Kirk move up behind me and press his cock into my pussy.

This was new. But not unwelcome. Not at all. I guess he couldn't wait. His hands gripped my hips and started thrusting, and I did all I could to keep up my performance on Pam while having another long orgasm on her man's cock. Then he pulled out and hustled over to her, stroking out another load onto her belly, which was just too much for me to resist, and I went back to just fingers while I licked my way up her tummy and cleaned off every swollen inch of her baby bulge.

She came on my fingers while I was still cleaning her off; I'm sort of sorry I missed it because it was much stronger than the others I'd witnessed. She couldn't really arch her back, poor dear, but she shuddered several times as her muscles clenched and released on my fingers.

"Baby, you promised," said Kirk after a moment. I wasn't sure what she'd promised. "Lexi, lie back and let Pam try."

"Do I have to?" she said, sounding supremely under-enthusiastic.

"No!" I said without waiting for his response. "No you don't. Believe me, you're fine. I'm fine. I don't need anything other than looking at you. You're just gorgeous."

"But you promised..." Kirk insisted.

"Hun, she doesn't have to," I said, somewhat sternly. "I know people offer to try things out, but it's not a race. If you want to sometime, that's okay, but maybe not tonight. All right?"

He looked disappointed, but I fixed him with a stare that said he was going to have to live with that. I don't think he's a bad guy, I just think he wants Pam to want something that she either doesn't or isn't going to for a while. She's not bi, not really. And that's fine.

She did give me a kiss, an enthusiastic kiss, with tongue, perhaps to slake his thirst, perhaps because she wanted to thank me, perhaps because, given time, she will want to eat me out. Her belly pressed against me, and I could feel the firm flesh, and I just wanted to kiss it all over again, so once she stopped kissing me and lay back, I started kissing her belly again, being a bit silly, until she giggled and squirmed, which just made it all the more pressing to keep kissing her baby. And when Kirk suggested that I try fingering her ass, I was more than happy to oblige, even more so when Kirk got between her legs and pressed his cock into her pussy. I was kissing and licking her belly with my hand under her ass, finger up inside her, feeling the pressure as he fucked her, and it was just a great sensation all around. When he reached over and slipped his finger into my ass, "to show me how it's done," I came again, just a little one.

It was funny though; after a long time, during which I'd gone from kissing her belly to suckling at her large nipples, when he finally came, he pulled out. Afterward, I asked him why, and he said that they both like to see it. It's not bad, seeing it sparkling and gooey on her pregnant tummy, but I still think creampies are better. But whatever. She was close to cumming when he came, so I shifted over and finished her off with my tongue, fingers still probing her ass. When she cums, her anus flutters. It's sexy.

Then I looked at the clock, thought, "Oh shit, I'm never going to be able to wake up tomorrow," and rather abruptly took my leave. I was almost tempted to stay the night and then just go back to the theater the next day, but I really wanted to shower and sleep in my own bed. I've been promised that they won't be strangers and that some time they'll catch me on a day when I don't have to wake up so it can go on all night. It was fun. They're neither of them terrific lovers, but Kirk is passable and Pam's pregnant, so that counts for something. And I got anal. Damn I missed it. I could have used a whole lot more, since the anal basically consisted of penetration followed by him pulling out and cumming on my back, but still, it was anal. I think the lesson there may be that anal first isn't a good idea, because it seems to get him off really quickly. Perhaps he should fuck Pam first, get out the easy cum on her. No, that's just cruel.

Random Goings On

I saw Pam today. Oh wow. It doesn't seem like it had been that long since I saw her last, but in the intervening days (weeks actually, I guess) she's gone from slightly pleasingly plump to full-on sexy preggo beast. Every pregnancy is different, but she's definitely showing more than a little. I wouldn't be able to swear I knew when conception occurred; she might be ready to drop any day now for the look of it.

But the thing I really like about it is that she isn't fat at all (yeah, I'm shallow; I don't love her so I'm not required to be anything else). She's stayed roughly the same shape everywhere except her middle. She was never severely thin, but she's stayed pretty much the same, except her belly is enormous (and incredibly sexy for whatever twisted mental reason I find pregnant bellies sexy) and her breasts have gotten larger (which, of course, makes me jealous except that they'll start sagging soon if she's not careful). Her ass is, if anything, looking better than it did before; she claims that having to hold up more weight is the key to a toned butt, and who am I to argue. Her hips have filled out a little too, but in a funny way that just preserves the curves; her belly has gotten bigger, so bigger hips to compensate seems to just accent the belly more.

I'm gushing about this, because I love preggos and I'm also envious of her pregnancy a little, biological-clock-wise. I didn't get to do more than give her a hug and a surreptitious kiss, which I'm pleased to report that she returned without awkwardness, although it wasn't really sexual. I had no time to do anything else; we just checked in, then both had to run off and do other things. They haven't set any kind of date for matrimonial dealings of any sort, although I get the feeling that she'd like to get married and maybe Kirk wouldn't. The baby is doing well and the pregnancy is fine and there's not a whole lot more to say, except I told her I really wanted to see her some time when we had more time, and she seemed amenable to that, if I ever find a time when we can meet up.

And I saw Perry. You newcomers may not know who he is; he's got a tag and you can check out the first post about him for some of the skinny, and then the rest of them if you want more. We just ran into each other in the store, oddly enough. He made it clear he would love to see me again. I'm not sure how I feel about that. I mean, he's a fine lay, and he gives wonderful head, but I am not at all interested in becoming anything more than a fuckbuddy to him, and I think he's looking for girlfriend material. Not my type for that at all, I'm afraid, even were I looking for a boyfriend. He didn't mention Sveta either, which carried all sorts of connotations; usually, if she and I share someone, they want to see both of us again. Perry only wants to see me again. We'll see. Probably nothing will come of it at all. I'll let you know if that changes. He seems a bit sad if he can't get anyone but me. Or maybe I'm just the greatest. Down ego, down! Bad ego!

And lastly, I am once again trapped in unavailable hottie Hell at work. Several very attractive women, mostly older than I am which is saying something since I usually go for younger women, and all of them totally taken. I got lucky with Kate; most married women really are taken where I work. But you never know.

Anyway, I'm spending all my free time looking at hotness. Catching pantie-lines under tight pants. Bra straps through thin shirts, or even when a neckline swoops too low. Glimpses of tummies when arms are raised and shirts are just a little too short. As yet, no upskirt action, but that's only a matter of time, I guess. And none of it available. And me with very little outlet for releasing these pent-up tensions. Is it any wonder I was all over Pam, or that I'm seriously thinking of calling up Perry, or seeing if Kate's free for an evening, or even just going out looking for some friendly and available person to help me get off? No, it's no wonder at all. My brother is dating some floozy (I'm not judging, not at all), my sisters are either practically married or constantly getting some, my father, bless him, is only one man, and my sweetie is away probably getting plowed by a senior (college, not AARP, although I wouldn't care if it were the latter) even as we speak.

And I haven't had anal in what seems like forever. Probably only been a week, but don't tell my ass that; she'll attack you.

Catching Up With the Joneses

I remember promising, way back when, that I would have some updates on the cast of characters in my crazy little life. That was probably back in November when I was making promises I couldn't possibly keep. Or keeping promises I should never have made in the first place. Or going crazy. One or more of those.

Anyway, even though it's coming up on Christmas and I'll have a bunch of things to say on that score as well, here's the updates on various persons of interest.

Sveta is finally done with finals and home. Since it's an official leave of absence, she can't spend it all at my place, which is too bad. Still, we have high hopes for Christmas frivolity and joyousness. She's about as tuckered out as I am, poor dear; both our brains were tapioca when I brought her home from college, so very little happened worth reporting, which is why I haven't really reported it.

My parents are my parents. Dad's been working pretty hard too, as has Mom, so we've been seeing less of each other this past month or two. But we've got some time off all together, and looking forward to that. I have a sneaking suspicion that they might celebrate a bit more physically with Sveta and I this year; I have hopes of a three-way pileup on Dad, which isn't unprecedented but is certainly rare.

Mari is doing okay, but we never see her. That makes me a bit sad when I think about it. Still, she said she'd call and talk to us on Christmas for an extended period, since we've all got free long distance now. It makes me wish we had a speaker phone so we could all talk at once. I'm hoping she calls when Sveta is here so they can meet, even if only over the phone.

Sheri is still holding down her high-paying job that makes me hate her just a little bit for always wanting to quit. We had a tiff recently, nothing major but some unpleasant things were said and phones were hung up in a huff and so forth. These things happen. I don't mind admitting I'm jealous of her sometimes, but not because I want her to do poorly, more like I wish I were doing better. Ah well.

She's still fucking her boss, and probably has other bits of fun on the side. I sometimes worry a little bit about how profligate she is with her body, but she hasn't had any problems yet, and I'm hardly one to talk. Maybe I'm a bit jealous of all the action she gets, doing all the things I wish I had the balls to do.

Mike has a job. It's not a good job, but it's a job. He's of course not within easy travel of us, because God or karma has apparently dictated that my family will never be able to be together for the holidays again. Still, I harbor a secret hope that he might make the trip down, if only to take advantage of Sveta being here to get some hot teen lovin' while the getting's good.

I can't believe he doesn't have a steady girlfriend in his new digs, but according to him he doesn't have one. He claims not to have such high standards as I have, but I don't think that's true; I think he has lower standards for sex, but higher for relationships. But then he's never been one to get into long-term relationships at all; he's quite similar to Sheri in that way, except she doesn't even go looking for them, whereas his never work out. He claims he can't find a girl who wants anal. I told him he's not looking hard enough.

I've been invited to Kate's New Year's Eve bash again, with instructions to bring Sveta or Mike or anyone else I know who's fun. I was initially rather skeptical because I didn't really want to deal with the jerks who are Kate's friends again, but Kate said she would make it worth my while if I showed up. Not sure what that means, but it's tempting. We'll have to see on that.

Pam is showing. The last time I saw her, she had this adorable Buddha belly that I just wanted to kiss until my lips wore out. Sadly, it was not in a situation where that would have been okay, so I had to contain myself and whisper my desires in her ear, which made her giggle and blush. Still no word on plans for the future with Kirk, but they're not breaking up anyway, and he hasn't fled for the hills from responsibility. Maybe I'll invite them to Kate's party...

Oh, yeah, Gwen keeps making noises about me going to visit her. I haven't had time to think about it, but Sveta is on the way to Gwen, so I could go visit Sveta (and take advantage of her offer of a threesome with her boy toy) and then keep going to Gwen's. Could be fun, if I can ever get the cash and the time.

Uncle Sam is doing fine too, although we don't expect to see him for a while. Indications were made that perhaps we might see him on his way to somewhere else in February. Dunno. Aunt Jenny is not doing well at all; we're worried about her. We were going to visit, but things went south. Maybe when Uncle Sam shows up, we'll all caravan to see Aunt Jenny. I think she'd like to see us, even if she's doing so poorly that she can't really enjoy it.

And that, said the cat, is that. Unless I've forgotten someone, in which case, let me know and I'll include them. These people, by the way, can all be found in the cast list over there on the right if you have no idea what I'm talking about, or you can click on the labels for most of them to catch up if you're so inclined.

Now, all I have left over from my extended period of business is filling everyone in on the brief moments of fun I had at work. But that'll probably have to wait until after Christmas... and then I probably will just keep on waiting until I forget about it completely.

Going With the Flow

Sometimes you have to just lie back and watch the world spin by.  I could have said, "lie back and enjoy it," but that seems both disrespectful to rape victims and also implies that one must enjoy things, which is crap.  There are many things that can be taken, but not necessarily enjoyed.  And anyway, this isn't about enjoyment, it's about letting things happen and not trying to control things that can't be.

Pam (you remember Pam?  She's a tag over on the left, if you don't) is glowing.  She's taken to pregnancy really well.  She's barely even showing, but she has this mother-to-be look that's just sexy as hell.

I suppose I should back up.  So Pam's keeping the baby.  And it sounds like she and Kirk are okay with that.  I haven't heard any wedding plans mooted, but in this day and age and so forth.  They've got a few months to get used to the idea yet.  I'm not saying it's an ideal situation, but what is, really?

Anyway, she's glowing.  Yesterday was my day off, sort of, and in the afternoon I got a message from her asking if I wanted to come over.  I ticked it over for a while in my brain, I'll admit; I wasn't feeling terribly social, but on the other hand I haven't had any fun in a while now.  So I finally said, "Hey, sure, I'll be over this evening after dinner."  Going with the flow.  Can you sense a theme?

Before dinner, Dad came home and had to leave soon thereafter for a meeting, and it came down to whether to eat a rushed dinner or have a bit of sex with his girl, and I'm pleased to report that sex was what was chosen.  It was actually the first time we'd had a chance in days, and I wish we could have had more time.  I was in my undies in preparation for going out later, having showered and performed my various ablutions, and when he said, "Girly, got fifteen minutes for your old man?" I just pulled my panties back off and got on all fours.  He just pulled his pants down and got behind me, and when his hands gripped my waist I felt a little tingle which shortly blossomed into orgasm as he thrust into my cunt without needing to aim.

I went to Pam's with cum still oozing around inside me.  I didn't think it would be a big deal.  She and Kirk were both there watching TV, Kirk in nothing but a pair of shorts, Pam in a nightgown.  I was all set to say, "Oops, sorry, I'm too late, I should go," but they invited me in, said they were expecting me.

Pretense dropped like a ton of bricks, because I'm on something of a low-tact diet at the moment.  "You two want to fuck?" I said, almost not questioning it.

"Pam told me how she kissed you," said Kirk.  "I'd like to see that again."  And he pulled off his shorts and was standing there in the living room with his cock sticking out and bobbing around.  I guess I must have given off the right vibes or something.  "You wet yet?"

Like I said, he's country-fried.  It didn't seem like he was being all macho, just being down to earth about it.  He wanted it, she wanted it, I wanted it, so why were we still wearing underwear?  Pam looked a little embarrassed, but she pulled her slip over her head and was standing there in panties, which were much better looking than the first ones I saw her in, little lace numbers with a high-cut leg that would have looked like shit on me but for her they worked, possibly because of the slight swell of hips and stomach.

So who was I to hold back?  I mean, I'd just had sex not an hour before, but I was definitely ready for more.  And there I was standing there in a coat in front of two naked people.  It felt awkward to be clothed.  I took my coat off, then pulled my blouse over my head, then pulled off shoes and pants, and finally pulled off my bra and panties for good measure.  "Okay, Pam, wanna show Kirk your stuff?" I asked her, coming close and putting a hand on her shoulder.

She really wanted to try for him, but kissing was all she would do.  Still, it was nice to kiss her, to stroke her a little down her flanks, which were soft and inviting but didn't offer any additional help in terms of desire.  Eventually, I suggested that we suck Kirk's cock together, which she was much more into.  We knelt in front of him, side by side, and he passed his cock from mouth to mouth for a while before he said, "Pammy, open wide," with a grimace and then started to stroke his cock until several jets of cum sprayed into her mouth.  She didn't seem to mind when I cleaned him up and sucked the dregs out of his softening shaft.

"How long have you been planning this?" I asked as we walked toward the bedroom.

"Kirk's been talking about it ever since the first time," said Pam with a little grin.  "I wasn't sure, after... you know, the baby, but I think it'll be good.  You don't mind?"

"Mind?"  I ran a hand down the small of her back to her ass and patted it.  It wasn't really sexual, just sort of friendly.  "Of course not."  With a bit of encouragement, she put her hand on my ass too, just resting it there.  Kirk liked seeing that.

"You want to eat her out again?" he asked me.

Of course I did, but this time I wasn't going to take advantage.  "Pam, you okay with that?"

"I guess."  She smiled a bit thinly, but she lay back on the bed and spread her legs.  Her pussy isn't this little thing like one sees in porno; she has a woman's pussy, full, dark pink, with folds of fleshy lips that spread slightly when she opens her thighs, revealing a ruddy interior just dying to be tasted.  "Do I have to do it to you?"  She was looking at Kirk.  I answered before he had a chance.

"No hun, you don't have to do anything.  You're beautiful; I could just look at you."  Kirk had his hand on his cock stroking, so he probably agreed.

But he said, "Come on Pam, you said you'd try it."  I get the feeling I was in the middle of a debate on what Pam would and wouldn't try.

"I'll stop when you want me to," I said.  She nodded, looking at Kirk, not me.  He was quite close to us, watching, as I began slowly kissing just above her clit, which was already in evidence.  I imagined I could feel her baby inside her too.  I slipped my fingers into my mouth and then ran them over her lips, pressing in slightly but not penetrating, until she was relaxed, then I started slowly moving my middle finger into her passage.  I don't know enough about pregnant women, but she was still quite tight; I imagine that things only loosen up later, or maybe not until after the birth.  Tight for a preggo, anyway.

I noticed that she and Kirk were kissing, his hand on her breast, which had perhaps grown a little since I saw her last, or maybe it was just my wishful mind.  They seemed fuller, if not larger.  Then I was running my tongue slowly over the top of the arch, while my finger curled up a little and stroked her, and she spread her legs wider, inviting me for the first time, so I sucked the nub of her clit, a little smaller than my pinkie, with my lips around the hood, gently, while easing another finger into her.

When she came, it was small and I only knew it for sure because she moaned, "I'm cumming," like she was in a porno.  It was all for Kirk's benefit.  Her hand was stroking his cock, and I was basically nothing more than a sex toy, but it didn't matter.  She got wetter and warmer and I felt her opening a little, and that was all, a slight tension released.

At that point, I was hoping, praying that Kirk might let me keep getting his baby-momma off and get back there and fuck me, but they rolled together, his cock jutting into my ear until I took the hint and moved so he could reach down and insert himself into her, then begin slowly thrusting into her thighs, his balls rocking between his legs, his asshole tensing and relaxing slightly with each thrust.  I got up to the side of them and made myself available, and I got a few kisses, deep tongue-laden snogs, from him as he fucked her.  His hand roved to my breasts too as I lay there next to them.

I was forced to play with myself a little, enjoying the warm bodies next to me but unable to get any real satisfaction from them.  My fingers teased my joy buzzer until I had a small, back-arching O.  Then I went down to see what was going on on the business side, which was when Kirk pulled her onto him and she started riding.  I don't think she minded that I kissed her ass cheeks a little, or stroked his balls with wet fingers until he grunted and I felt the seed race up the passages and into her.  She pulled up immediately upon the first spurt, and the rest spilled out all over, which amused me because it wasn't like she could get knocked up twice.  I guess old habits die hard, and in this case the habit was a really bad one because I'm sure she got enough of it to knock her up had that been possible.

She let me clean him off, but hopped up to clean herself off, and I confess that by the time she got back, my cleaning had led to trying desperately to get him up again for one of my own.  She sat there and watched and stroked her pussy, but made no move to join in.  "Do you two do any anal?" I asked.  "I mean, you'll probably want to add that to the repertoire, after the baby comes."  I don't really know why I said that.

Pam looked a little taken aback, not shocked, just startled, like she hadn't expected me to say it, which I can't blame her for.  "Do you?" she asked.

"Get a condom and watch me go," I said by way of response.  They didn't have any, silly kids, so I ran and got one, by which time I was sure Pam would have upstaged me and started fucking him again.  But when I got back, there she was, there he was, same positions as before, only with an eager look on their faces.  It was really sexy, seeing both of them looking at me like I would be the main attraction.

I didn't have any lube, but the condom was lubed and after I rolled it on him I dipped myself down on him a few times to get some pussy juices working too.  Then I squatted over him, in a position I don't often find myself in anal, and eased my butt down until his head popped into my anus, at which point he said to her, "Wow."  Maybe it was to me, but he was looking at her.  She came closer, and when I prompted, she held his cock up so I could ease down on it, although she seemed a little tense about being so close to my ass.  It's okay; I understand.

Once he was buried in my colon, I sat for a moment, feeling the wonderful fullness, then his hands moved to my hips and started bouncing me a little.  Pam was behind us watching his cock jut up into my asshole, and I felt her stroking his balls beneath me.  We moved for a while, not really moving his cock in and out, just grinding and bouncing, until the pressure of his bone on my clit got me off, and he said, "Wow," again as the orgasm worked through my ass.

After that, I got off and on all fours, and after warning him to be gentle with me, let him work his cock back into my ass from behind.  Pam was right there looking at it; I felt her hand on the small of my back, just above my tailbone.  It wouldn't surprise me at all if they started in on anal soonest; she was fascinated by it.

In the end, he pulled off his condom and shot his load on my back, and Pam hopped up to get me a towel to clean it off.  It wasn't exactly what I would have hoped for; I would have liked my own creampie, or for her at least to clean me up herself.  But it was okay.  And I lay back and let them go off for a few minutes, then come back and fuck again, right next to me, which his hand sometimes delving down to my pussy and stroking me until I came a last, minor time.  He came on her belly, and I couldn't help but lick that up, feeling the warmth inside her, or maybe that was just my imagination.  Soon, when she really starts showing, then I'll be unable to resist kissing her belly as often as I can.

They were curled up, not fucking, just cuddling, but they broke away from each other when I sat up, and Pam even gave me a tentative goodnight kiss, before returning to their cocoon.  They probably fell asleep before I left.  I went home and wished I could have curled up with my own sweetie, but when I called her, she wasn't there.  Ah well.

Anyway, not a bad story, and more fun than I've had in a while.  It didn't really make me feel better afterward, but it took my mind off things.  And since I can't deny that I need to blog about things, I went with it and blogged, even if I had more important things to do.  Can't stop that crazy old world spinning 'round.

Sort of a First

So I'm sitting at home in the afternoon this weekend slowly reducing my stress levels, which had achieved epic heights recently, and I get an email from Pam (you remember Pam) asking if I'd like to hang out and talk about something important.  I was so close to saying, "Hey, yeah, love to but I'm feeling..." blah blah blah, you know the drill.  I certainly do.  Anyway, on a whim because miraculously I had nothing else to do and I figured I could use the company, I said, "Fuck it, yeah, I'd love to hang out and talk."

We met at this coffee place (where I was miserable because I love coffee and the smell was driving me insane but I've pretty much cut myself off from the bean) near her apartment and made small talk for a while, then she finally blurted out, "I'm pregnant."  And cue Matrix bullet time as my brain went, and I quote, "Huuuuuhhhhhhhhhh????" in slow motion.  Actually, it was less coherent than that, probably more like, "Whabbahabbadeehoowhawhaaaa???"

If this were a man telling this story, the reason for the comedy/drama here would be obvious.  But since I could hardly have gotten her pregnant, my reaction was more based on the abruptness of the announcement, not to mention the fact that it wasn't like we were bosom buddies or anything.  Sure, we'd had a threesome (yeah, you didn't click those links and now you're wondering, or you thought there was only one link and missed the important part, so go back and read it, I'll wait).  But I didn't know my own sister was pregnant until three months or so went by.  Why the Hell was she telling me?

For a few reasons, as it turns out.  First, they're relatively new in town, so she doesn't know that many people.  Second, she couldn't tell anyone who might tell her boyfriend (the father, and we know this because it wasn't me and he's the only other person of the fathering persuasion she's fucked in the past year at least).  Third, she couldn't tell her family, not yet.  Fourth, I now understand that my little tryst with the two of them meant more than I thought, because she's seeing me as a friend with whom she can talk because I told her once about her panties showing.  Yeah, go fig.  So I was the only person she could tell, I guess.  Everyone else was out by process of elimination.

So yeah, being the first person to know something like this is a bit out of character for me.  I mean, the first first.  Not one of the first.  After she found out, she told me.  My own family don't always do that, as I said.  Not with pregnancies, necessarily, but with stuff of that nature.  And this was a big first deal.

It was kind of tough after that.  I'm just not that personally invested in it.  That it's quite likely that the baby was conceived the night of the threesome makes it a bit weirder, though she didn't make a big deal about that, just mentioned it offhand.  I don't know them, or her.  I tried to talk with her, to be supportive, but I don't know that I did that good a job.

She was getting a bit distraught and I suggested that we adjourn to some less-public location, which of course wound up meaning I invited her back to my house even though I didn't want to because despite my great love for my family I'm still slightly ashamed to bring people home and have them find out I still live with my parents.  I know, shame, shame.  Anyway, she didn't even seem to notice; we went in the back door to avoid any confusion and wound up in the playroom downstairs.  I went and got her a glass of water and asked my parents to keep scarce, to which my father raised a knowing eyebrow until I told him that no, I wasn't enjoying myself.

She was crying.  God, it was terrible.  I didn't want to deal with it.  I'm not proud of that; global community and selflessness and all those ideals.  I just wanted her to go away.  I spent a certain snarky few moments with her crying on my shoulder thinking that if I went to her with a problem out of the blue, she wouldn't be as nice.  I don't know if that's true, and it's probably not fair, but I thought it anyway.

Once she cried out the hysteria, she started talking, and I nodded and injected small listening noises and basically let her talk my ear off, during which I learned most of what I've said above about not having anyone to whom to go.  She was worried about what Kirk would think.  She was worried about her parents.  She was worried about being a single mother.  I didn't really have anything to say about any of it.  I still don't know her well enough to do anything more than say, "It's okay," which would be a lie, because I have no idea if it's okay.

I did try to cheer her up, and she started smiling a little.  We moved from the big stuff, at which I could be no help, to the less major stuff, like how no one would ever love her if she got fat.  To which I replied, "Hun, I bet you'll be a sexy preggo."  And cue the bullet time effect again, because at that point she kissed me.  I knew it was worth renting the bullet time effect machine for the whole day.

Remember how I said that not every woman is bi?  Yeah, it's still true.  Despite how it might seem, there are many, many straight women out there.  I've made passes at a few of them, believe me.  I don't tell those stories because they tend not to be sexy.  And in this case, I maintain that Pam is not terribly bi, because the kiss wasn't that sexual, and in her emotional state, I couldn't swear she wouldn't have kissed anyone who said something nice to her.

I kissed her back, I'm not going to lie.  But when she stopped, I let her pull back and wipe her mouth (why do they always do that?  It's cute, but it's still pretty silly for grown people to do that) and look confused.  A queen of seduction would have said something like, "It's okay to be confused, honey.  Just let your body tell you what to do."  Or something like that.  I am not a queen of seduction.  I said something like, "Well, that was nice," and she looked me in the eye again and saw that I was grinning a little, and then she did too, and we started to laugh, and so I ended my first very brief make-out session with a pregnant woman by making her laugh.

It's okay.  If I had tried to go farther, who knows what would have happened, but it wouldn't have been real.  She was just so freaked out at that point that I would have been taking advantage.  Not that I didn't want to, a bit.  I was moistening by the minute thinking about it.

She didn't try to kiss me again, and I didn't make any moves, and she eventually went back to talking for a bit longer.  Finally, I told her that my only advice was not to keep it from Kirk much longer, because it was better to tell him and get it out in the open, for her if for nothing else.  I don't know if that's the right advice at all.  I'm still a bit torn up about having given her what may turn out to be terrible advice.  But I couldn't really stop myself.  I had to say something.

I offered her another glass of something, or to go somewhere else for a bit, but she said she felt better having talked it over with someone.  Maybe that's how I was able to help.  If so, that's good.  She didn't seem to feel awkward about what had happened at all, and once she had calmed down, God I was tempted to ask her to stay and maybe test the waters a bit more.  I even (what was I thinking) offered to help her talk to Kirk.  She looked tempted, so I followed up with, "Of course, I'm just saying that because I want to get back in your bed, you know that," with a shit-eating grin, which made her laugh.  I love being able to tell the truth and have people think I'm joking.  Except I think she knew I was telling a bit of the truth, because she said she and Kirk had talked about having me over again (ego boost) and all that had stopped them was the current situation.  More impetus for me to resolve it.  Not that they were all that great in the threesome department, but hell, I enjoy being with a couple just for the idea of it.

She kissed me as she left, on the cheek, but it wasn't one of those forced things, like she was trying to prove that the other kiss had been misinterpreted.  It was just a kiss on the cheek.  I'm okay with that.

So, sort of my first preggo.  Not really, because I don't think it counts unless she's showing at least, and I didn't get anywhere but a long kiss.  Still, hope for the future, I suppose.  I may make a tag for Pam if things go well.  I'm hoping.  I could use a diversion.  My current gig is not sexy at all.  No, actually, I'm making a tag for Pam, because hope springs eternal.

After all that, I called Sveta and told her about it, and in no uncertain terms that she was not to get pregnant despite my enjoyment of the idea.  She giggled (which drove all thoughts of anything but her from my mind) and said she had made plans to surprise me but she'd change them now if that's really how I felt, to which I replied that maybe I had been hasty and if she really wanted to get all juicily knocked up and have little demon babies, who was I to stop her?  She doesn't seem to share my impregnation fetish (thank goodness, I think) so I'm not worried.  She likes creampies, but not the natural result.  I'm also pretty sure she's less into women in general than I am, but hey, that's okay with me too.  God, if she'd been there after Pam left, she would have gotten so many orgasms it's not even funny.  As it was, I almost gave her one over the phone telling her what I'd like to do to her if she ever got pregnant.  But her stupid roomie was there, so she couldn't do anything about it.

Ultimately So-So

I said that this weekend would be tough, and I was right.  Boy was I right.  But I'm hopefully over that particular hump, although I'm still busy.  And it wasn't totally without perks.  And it got done a shade sooner than I expected.

First the bad stuff; I went for almost 72 hours without having an orgasm of any kind.  This was not intentional.  I was horny as a Pope on Tuesday, but it just wasn't happening.  Either I was working my ass off or I was traveling (yes, I had to travel a bit) or I was exhausted.  So from about Wednesday until Saturday, nothing.  Nada.  Excess stomach acid.  I know, I could have just squeezed out a quickie somehow, but I didn't need that, I needed a nice big O, several, and I knew that a forced tiny one would just have wound my crank.

So it is with this in mind that we find our intrepid hero finishing up and watching a rehearsal of the play, only to see the panties girl (who needs a name, so we'll call her Pam because she looks a bit like a Pam, I guess; I don't watch The Office so please don't interpret a reference) flashing again.  I guess she had nothing to wear that evening, or something.  I was sitting directly beside the director, so I couldn't exactly do anything other than gaze in awe at the glorious expanses of thigh, the tiny stripe of black fabric between, the round ass, firmer than I would have supposed from looking at it previously, arcing into view and then away again.  It was like slow motion.  I could have drawn her ass and thighs from memory (if I could draw, which I can't).  I didn't pay a whole lot of attention to anything after that.  I was entranced by Pam.  There may have been things I should have seen, but I didn't see them that evening.

I must step back in time again to say that I made discreet inquiries about Pam and found out that she has a boyfriend, almost a fiancée, that she's in her early 20s, and that it seemed like I had about a snowball's chance in the hot place of getting into her Catholic schoolgirl costume.  Which really just made me want her all the more.  Annoying, but true.  I was definitely suffering from severe forbidden fruit syndrome.

After rehearsal, we all went out, and although I tend to avoid social events of this kind, that night I was ready to drink.  Hard.  Pam brought her boyfriend, Kirk, who was quite the redneck, really, but sexy in a country-fried kind of way.  We all got to talking and it turned out that Pam told Kirk about our conversation.  I mentioned that she had been doing the same panties-flashing that evening, and she said she knew, but she didn't really have anything else to wear and she was worried that the director wouldn't go for anything other than panties for whatever reason.  Since he's about as gay as you can get, I doubted that.

When I asked Kirk how he felt about his girlfriend flashing her panties at the world, he grinned and said, "Hell, she ought to do it more often."  And it was then that, in that small area of my mind where my wiles reside, I saw an opening.  I am not devious by nature; I chose the moniker Naughty for a reason; I'm not sly or wicked, I just do naughty things.  But apparently being cut off from the endorphins and under a great deal of stress makes me wily like a starving coyote, only more successful.  I've noticed it in the past, actually.  Plus, not to toot my own horn, but in small groups I'm dynamite.  Big social gatherings I hate, but groups of two or three, I can sell sand to a Bedouin, retail.

I wasn't drunk, but they were well on their way.  We were sort of clustered down at the end of the table, so our conversation was kind of private.  And I was dripping juice, probably ruining the chair (or increasing its value, depending on your taste).  The perfect storm, as they like to say about things that have nothing to do with storms.  I worked that admission, that Kirk wanted his girlfriend to flash strangers, for all it was worth.  Pretty soon I had him admitting that he found it sexy when other people saw her in her panties.  That he found it sexy that I saw her.  That he found me sexy for noticing.  That he wished he'd been there when I dropped trou.  And that was pretty much all I had to do.

They were drunk.  I had ignored my first drink pretty much after ordering it, taking a few sips.  I offered to drive them home.  They accepted (thank God, because I do not approve of the amount of drunk driving that theatre folk do).  Once we were out to my car, we didn't actually drive, just sat there and kept talking.  I got basically their whole sexual history out of them.  It was really too easy.  I'm making it sound like I'm some kind of master manipulator, but I think a deaf turnip could have turned Pam and Kirk to talking about sex at that point.

I don't know exactly what I was hoping, but when they started making out in my back seat (and I was actually cheering them on a little) I started moving toward the idea that maybe I should come back to their place too and we could see what happened.  From the fractured stories I'd gotten about their sex life, it seemed like they'd had a bit of experience in the swinging department, but probably nothing more than fantasy and Pam "accidentally" showing off her goods, after which they'd return home and fuck like crazy.  What I was proposing was a bit off their beaten path, but they seemed ready to give it a try.  At that point, we may all have been thinking I might just go back and watch them go at it.  I might have been satisfied with that.

When we got to their apartment, it became apparent that Kirk was interested in something else (as was I) and Pam seemed like she would do whatever he said.  So when he sat back on the couch and said, "Lemme see what all the fuss is about," she obediently pulled down her pants and stood there in those same black panties, partially covered by her sweatshirt.

"Want to compare?" I asked him, and before he could say much of anything, down came my pants too.  My panties stayed on this time, and there we were, standing there with pants around our ankles.  I could see Kirk had a rod in his pants, although it was tough to say how big.  I'd also like to interject at this juncture that my panties were way sexier than hers.

"Go on, feel how smooth that wax gets her," said Kirk, who had obviously had every bit of the story.  Well, if you force me...  I reached over and slipped my fingers gently under the hem of her sweatshirt and touched her stomach.  She was breathing shallowly, like she was either really turned on or really nervous, and she didn't look that nervous.  Probably a bit of both.  The skin was smooth.  Very smooth.  I slipped my fingers down until they were resting just above the waist of her panties, then I boldly slipped them under.  Still very smooth.  "She's smooth all the way down," said Kirk.  "How about you?"

In truth, I hadn't shaved in several days, so I was probably not the poster child for shaving, even had shaving been able to achieve the results that Pam obviously got from waxing.  Kirk reached up without asking and touched my panties, slipping over my pussy and the wet spot as he ventured up to the waistline, low-cut the way I like bikini bottoms, and stroked the skin.  "Pam wins," we all three said, then laughed.  It was another moment of ice-breaking.  At first, it had been a bit like we were going to have some very freaky control play or something, but now, it was like we were best buds again, and when Kirk pulled down his pants too and stood there in tented boxer shorts, we all just kept laughing.  Eventually we sat down on the sofa, the two women on either side of Kirk, and made small talk about shaving versus waxing.

And at that point, if they had said, "Thanks for the ride, see you tomorrow," my little manipulator would have been powerless to stop them.  I would have cheerfully left and gone home and possibly been able to have that elusive orgasm.  It would have been just fine.  We were all hanging out, some silly things had been done, and now the tension was eased and it could either go one way or the other.

Thankfully for me and you, it went the right way when Kirk said, "So, are we going to stop with the pants, or do you girls want to get a bit more comfy?"  And at that point I don't know who was seducing whom.  He pulled off his shirt first, and Pam seemed genuinely surprised when I pulled off mine, but she hurried out of hers, and there we were in our underwear.

Things heated up quickly after that.  Pam encouraged Kirk to kiss me; she didn't seem to be that interested in working on me herself, but she did put her hand on my thigh like she was deciding whether or not to commit to actually stroking my still-covered pussy.  Kirk had no such inhibitions; a minute after he started kissing me, he had my bra off and one hand down my panties, and if he was drunk, it didn't show.  When his finger, rough skin but gentle, slipped easily into my dripping passage, I came.  I came hard, one short gasp and my entire body seemed like it was trying to force itself out of my pussy backwards for a second, then I sucked in a breath and relaxed.  It was the kind of O I have when I haven't had one in a while and I've been really wound up and something sudden happens, like something slipping quickly into me.  It's not a release, it's just like my body is stuttering.

Kirk turned his attention to his girlfriend, and I got to pay a little attention to her too.  She's pretty, albeit in a way which is hard to see at first.  The way she dresses doesn't show off her figure.  The Catholic schoolgirl uniform does though, which is why she looks so hot in it.  She doesn't look like me in a uniform, but her uniform makes her all curvy.  Naked, she's got some flab, but it's not floppy, just a little jiggly.  I haven't been with a plus-size woman in a while, and while my tastes do admittedly often run toward the skinnier, Pam was definitely worth looking at.  Her breasts are still young and perky, although I foresee a certain loss of that in the coming years since they're fairly large and hang down a bit.  The nipples are quite large too, but on her, they look proportional.  A nice package.

Kirk wasn't bad on the eyes either.  He has tattoos, but they don't distract, and his physique is kind of lanky, very little body hair, tan from going shirtless.  I don't want to make him out to be a hick; he's not a farmer or anything, but he's got a twang to him.  And once he turned away from me, I got a hand in his pants and found out that he was packing a very nice cock indeed.  It wasn't huge, but it was all hard and rigid and hot.  I got it out of his fly and started stroking it as he was pulling off Pam's panties, then when he settled in to licking her nipples and fingering her snatch, I bent down and started sucking.  Pam saw me and laughed with a hint of nervousness.

In the end, Pam got to go first.  We retreated to their bedroom, I pulled off my soaked panties and hoped, but Pam got to go first.  She got on all fours on the bed and he hopped up behind and started plowing her, which at first seemed wrong but I realized she must like it rough because she was loving every minute of it.  I petted her ass while she was taking the pounding, stroking her hair, then slipping around to cup her swaying breasts.  Whatever problems she had with touching me seemed to have vanished, but she didn't seem receptive to a kiss, so I left it alone.  After a decent period for a pounding like that, Kirk pulled back and stroked out several jets of cum onto her back, then sat back, reached over, and grabbed a cigarette which he preceded to smoke.  Ordinarily I'm not a fan of second-hand smoke, even if the first-hand was fine by me for ages, but the room already stank of stale smoke and it's not like I haven't had smoke in my lungs before.

Pam made a move to clean up, but I stopped her and daintily licked the cum off her back.  She seemed a bit nonplussed by this but allowed it.  Then I whispered in her ear, "Can he get it up again?"

"Yeah, it usually takes a while though," she whispered back with a giggle.

"What are you two gals talking about?" he asked us with a laugh, but we ignored him.

"I bet we can make that faster," I whispered.

"How?"

"Well, I'm just dying to see how smooth that wax really makes you," I said in my normal voice.  "What do you think, Kirk?  Can I taste it?"

Here's where I should interject a public service announcement.  Kids, not all women are bi.  Pam probably isn't bi.  And me sort of forcing her into doing something she wasn't totally comfortable with is not a good thing to imitate.  Don't try this at home.  I would have stopped if she said no, but let's face it, I kind of knew she wouldn't if I asked right.

"Pam?" Kirk asked, showing far more consideration than I had.  She nodded quickly.  She didn't seem like she was repulsed, but I could tell I wouldn't be getting any in return.  I didn't worry her with kisses; I just moved down between her legs and began working on her pussy right away.  It was still loosened from the fucking she'd just gotten, and it tasted of sweat and cock, but it was indeed incredibly smooth and delicious.  And for all her dubiousness, Pam enjoyed herself once she could tell that I was only interested in licking her cunt for all I was worth.  She came twice, small Os but she announced them like they were visitations from God.  I don't know that I would have noticed had she not mentioned them.  She may have been playing it up for Kirk.  If so, it worked; he went over and presented her with his cock, already mostly hard, to suck.

And then it was my turn.  I hadn't really known whether I would get a turn, but when Kirk moved away from Pam but made no move to make me stop giving her head, I hoped.  And then I felt him ease up into me from behind and came again, another short bark which blew air across Pam's pussy and made her moan.  Kirk started rutting me like he'd fucked Pam, but I made it quite plain that I needed more gentle attention, and after a few false starts he settled into a deep rhythm, harder than I might have liked but softer than he was capable of giving.

I'm afraid Pam's pussy was quite forgotten after he pressed all the way in and nudged my cervix.  That doesn't always do anything for me, but in this case the sensation was perfect and I came.  Or rather, I collapsed onto Pam and began wailing and twitching.  It was the orgasm I'd been waiting for (and my only regret is that I wasted it on Kirk, who wasn't bad but wasn't who I'd really have loved to give it to) and it made my entire body short circuit for a second before the waves took over and made me whimper.  I was whimpering, little high-pitched moans with every breath.  That's what I get for starving myself of orgasms.

Kirk, to his credit, kept up the pace as I came, which made the orgasm last longer, and then when I was done, he picked up speed a little.  I could feel him getting close just by the way he was acting, but when he went to pull out I said, "No, shoot it inside."  Sadly, he didn't, which is really his loss because if he had I probably would have cum again and cumming in my cumming cunt is not only alliterative, it's also a damn good time.

He put a lake of cum on my back, up and down, even between my shoulder blades.  And I realized that I had been lying on Pam's stomach and pubis like she was a pillow, so I sheepishly and slightly sadly got up.  She made no offer to clean me up, just got some paper towels for Kirk to wipe off my back and ass.

"How was it, honey?" he asked her.

"Good," she said, with some traces of enthusiasm, but she wasn't exactly asking for seconds.  Except of Kirk.  They started kissing, and I sensed that I had become somewhat superfluous.  Watching their partners fuck a strange woman must have turned them on immensely, because it wasn't that long before she was on her knees sucking his cock.  I caught his eye and gave him a little wave, and he nodded, and that was how I left them, her hard at work getting him up for round three.

To break out of the story line, the problem with couples is often that they just want the third person as a catalyst, so being that third wheel can get you some fucking but usually not as much.  Of course, sometimes couples are great; they both want to fuck only you because they're not interested in each other as avidly.  But it seems like recently I've had couples who have been more interested in me as a sideshow to the main event, so to speak.

Still, I'm not complaining.  Neither are they; Pam confided in me the next day that they'd gone at it twice more after that, and Kirk had seemingly been interested in proving that he could out-eat her by giving her a long, extended session of oral.  They were both thrilled.  I was merely pleased with myself.

I don't know if I'll do it again.  The stress levels have eased somewhat, I've had some time with the old man (kidding Daddy) to ease the pain, and I hear rumors of Mike returning to visit.  Still, Pam and Kirk were exciting, and if I view my actions as being a facilitator of their sex rather than an equal partner, I'm being a humanitarian by fooling around with them.  I just know that the panties are still making me crazy, and while I love me a cock, I would also love to get Pam alone and show her the ropes.  That she's probably not interested in that is something that has no bearing on my fantasies.

And for those worried or wondering, Sveta knows all about it.  She says she may have a story to share soon too, so I look forward to that.  I miss her terribly, and if she were here showing off her panties... oh yeah.

Lastly, I'm getting a wax.  I loved the feel of it, and I want to surprise Sveta when she gets home.  Not surprise, since she read this, but I want her to be able to feel the smoothness.  I don't think I can make it a regular thing because it's such a hassle and costs too much, but I'm doing it at least once.  We'll see how much of a pain it really is.

Panties Make Me Crazy

I know I said I wouldn't have time, but I had to find time to post this because it was worth posting.  Sorry to anyone who didn't get an email from me because I was taking the time to write this instead.

The play I'm currently doing is taking a lot of my time and nearly all of the energy.  I'm bushed.  I thought that the only reserves I had untouched by this play were my sexual urges, which have been building because I haven't had much time for release.

So last night, I'm sitting in the audience watching them rehearse, checking things, just enjoying a few moments where I didn't have to be moving because I couldn't do anything while they were rehearsing.  It's a decent performance of what I think isn't a terribly good play, so I do enjoy sitting in for bits of it.  But I'd never seen them working in costume before.  There aren't any people in it who I would have at first classified as attractive.  They're not ugly, but nothing worth mentioning.  A few of the guys are cute, but they're either gay, taken, or both.  And there didn't seem to be any opportunities for eye-candy anyway.  But last night, they were in costume, and one of the women, who is probably around my age, who wasn't all that attractive in street clothes, was wearing a Catholic schoolgirl-type dress, and she did a cartwheel and wham, panties.

Suddenly, it was all I could do to keep from reaching into my own panties and getting myself off right there in the audience.  I don't know, stress, lack of outlet, lack of sleep, whatever, and suddenly this average-looking woman, because I had seen her panties, was super-sexy.  I don't want to seem so shallow, but I wouldn't ordinarily have ogled her, except panties.  They weren't even that exciting, just basic black bottoms, but I was incredibly turned on.

I have said before that I try not to mix work and pleasure, and that goes for my professional life, but not with actors.  I will fuck actors.  I have no problem with it, really, and they don't mind either, although it's usually just a one-time thing.  I've done it before.  And boy oh boy was I hungry for it.  I cooled down slightly for the next few minutes, and then, bam, panties again, because she was obviously not used to wearing a skirt on stage that was that easy to flash people in.

I waited for the director to mention it.  Nothing.  Nobody seemed to care.  So in my role as supportive feminine type, I went up to her afterward, pulled her aside, and tried to be as gentle as possible in telling her that she'd better wear something else underneath her skirt if she didn't want her panties visible on Mars when she did the cartwheel.  She blushed and was really embarrassed and said she would now that she knew.  I don't think the poor dear had any idea.  The costumer gave her something to wear, she wore it, end of story.  That she hadn't figured that her ass would be visible while doing a cartwheel... I don't know.  Maybe she thought the panties were less revealing than they were.  They were fairly revealing.

"Was it really obvious?" she asked me.  I told her that maybe it wasn't, since the director hadn't said anything, which lead to a discussion of directors and how sometimes they won't notice that half the stage is on fire.   She has a lot less experience than I do, so she was shocked at a few of the stories I could tell about directors.  I don't want to make myself sound like the old hand, but I have done a few plays and directors can be crazy (and I know, having been one myself).  Eventually the conversation worked its way back to panties and views thereof, and she wanted me to check and see if I could see them when she was sitting in certain ways.  If you think this was like asking a guy stranded in the desert if he'd mind tasting your water to see if it was any good, you'd be right.

But I was good.  Oh so good.  We talked about it, I confessed that I had done time in a Catholic institution in my youth, which led to me telling her stories about that too.  Then I said, "Here, let me try it on so I can show you," trying to illustrate some point about Catholic uniform skirts, and without thinking pulled my pants off.  Down went my panties too, of course, and there I was bare-ass.  Ordinarily I'm not embarrassed at all about things like that, but in this case, it was embarrassing.  We were alone, but still, she hadn't expected that.  Me, I'm used to pulling off clothes in the theater; it's something you have to do.  Normally, if I know I'll have to change, I wear more sensible underwear.  These ones weren't the perfect fit, elastically.

"I guess we're even then," was about all I could think to say before I grabbed my pants and pulled them back up.

"What?"

"I mean, I've seen your panties, and now..."

She giggled a bit nervously.  "We wouldn't be even unless there was something showing there shouldn't have been?"  She tried to make a joke, but failed.  "You couldn't... see everything, could you?"  I assured her that, no, I couldn't.  "Well, I barely saw anything," she said.  "Sorry.  I should have looked away or something.  That's what you're supposed to do, although I've never had someone drop their pants at me quite like that."

"No, I'm sorry, I should have worn better panties today if I'd known I would be showing them off," I said with a grin.

"You didn't exactly show off your panties," she laughed.  The tension was broken.  She said she noticed I had a Brazilian, which I don't, so I told her so.  This led into a discussion of pube removal.  I was dripping, sopping wet.  Maybe my panties fell down because there was too much lubrication in them, I don't know.  Anyway, she said she had a Brazilian.  I've never had one; I just shave.  We talked about the relative merits.  I've had people tell me all kinds of shit about waxing, and she didn't make me want to do it any more, but when she offered to show me how smooth it was compared to shaving... oh yeah, hold me back.

Turns out she wasn't going to pull off her panties and give me the full treatment, she just pulled her waistline down until I could just be tantalized by the glimpse of what was indeed a very smooth sector of skin just above something which I would have killed to get my lips on at that very moment.  But no.  I was strong.  "That's smooth," said I.  No, I wasn't strong, I was being a bit of a wuss.  She wasn't putting off any vibe which said, "Please make a move," and I can usually tell when people are.  If she'd been a guy, it might have been different, but whatever wiles I might unconsciously exude weren't working.

I offered to give her a better look at shaved, but she said that she used to shave so there was no need for that.  And with that, I was pretty sure the moment wasn't going to arrive when we'd kiss, and, disappointed, I allowed my libido to sulk back into her cave and had a conversation about hair care products for some reason.  Then she looked at her watch, realized that we'd been gabbing for half an hour at that point and she still had on her costume, thanked me for bringing the situation to her attention, blushed a little, and went to get changed.  We hadn't been having this conversation in public, in case anyone is worried (or disappointed), but not in the dressing room either.

I sat there, exhausted and incredibly, incredibly horny, and saw, in my mind's eye, flashes of her panties beneath her skirt.  I don't know what it was, exactly.  She's not really my type; not skinny, blonde, kind of squat in build, not someone, as I said, I'd normally ogle.  Not that I'm denigrating her looks; she's very pretty, just not in the way that would ordinarily drive me crazy like this.  It was the panties.  I blame them.  So I tried to shove her from my mind, finished up the work that needed finishing, was last to leave (as usual) and got home and like an answer to my prayers, Dad was sitting reading a book in the living room.  He's almost never up that late, yet there he was.  And I ripped off my clothes, got on my hands and knees in front of him, and begged him, pleaded for him to make love to me, right now.

The sensation of his cock slowly sliding into me is something I will never get tired of.  Any cock is nice, but Dad's... he's big, wide, he knows exactly how fast to move with me at any time, and he's my Daddy.  "We haven't seen enough of each other this week," he said as he bottomed out, then pressed and got a little deeper just when I didn't expect it.  "I thought I'd wait up."

And then he ground into me, slowly, as my pussy stretched on him, feeling every inch, and I came, slowly, then faster as he pulled back just as I was coming down and pressed in again, which picked me up again for another round of spasms and gasps and little moans.  I know I didn't cum for the entire time he was fucking me, but I remember it like that.  It was just a low, slow orgasm, with punctuation.  When my knees got tired, I rolled over and let him lie between the cradle of my thighs and kiss me for the first time, and we stopped talking and just made love for a few minutes until he pulled back, gripped my hips, and pumped in and out with blazing speed until finally he pressed in, stopped, and I felt the warm spread of cum inside me.

I'm really feeling a bit guilty though, because the entire time, the whole time I was with Dad, those black panties were flashing through my mind.  He even mentioned that I seemed preoccupied, and when I told him why, he grinned and said he didn't mind.  I don't think he did, but I did a little, because it was like I was obsessed.

Of course, waking up the next morning, the panties were banished, that is until I see them again.  I would really, really like to get in them.  Were it not for my harried state of mind, I might make more of an effort, or at least do a better job with the efforts I am making.  But you never know.  Maybe I'll need to name this actress because she'll be featured again.  But if not, she certainly wound my crank to the breaking point with those panties.  It's odd, because the last time I was this stressed, it was bra straps that were bugging me, but apparently this is panties season.  It'd be nice to have a fuck-buddy in this show, too, because then I'd be able to blow off some steam on the job.  Actor sex is fun, and techies aren't castigated for having it.  It's almost like it's expected.  I've known so many techies who've fucked their way through actors like it was going out of style; I'm pretty tame by comparison to some people.  But then I know lots of techies who fuck their way through the entire production staff too, and that's where I draw the line because I know how people talk about tech-whores.

Anyway, that was longer than expected and took longer than I thought to write, but I hope it was some consolation for the spotty updates of recent weeks.  I'd say my chances of scoring with this actress are pretty small, actually, but it was a sexy story that seemed like it would be perfect to share, even if it ended in a certain degree of disappointment.  Except for Dad, who was anything but disappointing.  Sexy, embarrassing, disappointing, and then back to sexy; a full circle of enjoyment.