Not Dead, Just Sick Again

I was all set to tell you the stories of my holidays, minor though those stories might be, but then I came down with another case of lurg. I'm not sure whether it's COVID because we don't have tests, but whatever it is, it sucks. So you're just going to have to wait a few more days. I'm sorry to the person who requested holiday stories because they're really not all that much, but there was some sexy times, so I'll tell them when I'm feeling better.

Prospects

So I'm directing a play at the moment, and one of the actors in it is this very nice, very attractive young man who has made no secret of his interest in little old me. I don't get it myself; surely he has other options. But he's insisting on barking up my tree.

First I told him he was young enough to be my son. "That makes it even hotter," he said. "Also, I don't believe you." He's cocky. I can appreciate that.

Then I told him I had a wife. "Oh, sorry, I didn't mean..." and he got all awkward until I told him that I was bi and that she didn't mind, but he should know that. "Wow, that just makes you about the hottest girl on the planet." Yeah, I'm susceptible to flattery just like the next woman, what can I say?

Finally, I told him it wouldn't be appropriate, to which he said, "I get that. But as soon as the show is over, better believe I'm asking you out again." And I got a little awkward and blushed and said that if he put it that way...

So we've firmly agreed that nothing is going to happen as long as I'm his director. But at the cast party, who knows? I might very well reward persistence.

Mental Health Update

I've debated posting this, but... I've not been super open on here about my struggles with mental health because this is a smut blog not an inspirational story of how Lexi managed to triumph over disease. But I have mentioned it in passing a few times, and I know some of my readers know some things as well.

Anyway, the past week or so I have really been struggling. Not in a "I'm going to kill myself" kind of way, just in a "I have been having trouble getting it together to do anything other than what absolutely has to be done" kind of way. This is due to some me issues and some medication issues and also because the world is a bit of a garbage fire.

So I haven't had anything interesting to say, which means nothing gets blogged. And I'm sorry about that, but you don't want to read a bunch of posts which are two sentences long about how I didn't feel up to writing anything that day. "Woke up. Masturbated desultorily. Cooked dinner. Went back to bed." That's not smut, that's just boring.

I'm trying to figure out some fixes for the various issues, but I just wanted to put it out there that this was why I was somewhat silent, so as not to worry anyone. I'm okay. I just have very little creative drive at the moment. Also my sex drive has been low too.

Now I'm going to go try to write a Flash Fiction Friday. Sorry there was no TMI Tuesday this week. I would have made up for it by posting some porn, but really, who cares what porn I'm watching.

Flash Fiction Friday Cross-Post

Once again, over on the sister-blog, we have a Flash Fiction Friday. Check out the other entrants over at Max's blog because while there's a bit of crossover, they went in mostly completely different directions from mine.

And now for other news, since I should be giving you something for stopping by, my further adventures with Erin are being written down, but I keep being pulled away by unexpected things. Trust me that they'll be worth the wait. Anyway, I think so. It's a long-ish post as it is and I haven't even gotten to the most exciting parts, so your patience will hopefully be rewarded.

Updates

Well, if you were hoping for sexy work stories, I'm afraid I'm probably going to have to postpone those for a bit, because while I am back on limited hours, my place of work is enforcing masking for anyone in the building including vaccinated people. As I now know far too many people who have managed to come down with Delta despite being vaccinated, I support this, but it does put a damper on my romantic agenda, not to mention the fact that the limited hours means very little time to even ponder sexy shenanigans let alone act on them.

I'm also having to be more and more careful with stranger fucking, so I wouldn't expect a whole lot of that in the pages of this blog for the foreseeable future. I started up again thinking that I would be able to get back in the saddle, so to speak, and that was definitely the plan, but it was wishful thinking in most respects. Believe me, there hasn't been anything happening which I haven't told you about that involves strange men. Or even familiar but less-so men.

On the plus side, I owe a  certain teenaged boy a birthday present and we've discussed it all around and I think I know the perfect thing, so hopefully that will take place soon. And there are some other things I just need to figure out logistics for. Maybe. I don't know. Maybe you'll just get a bunch of trivia posts until the lights actually come on again all over the world. Who knows when that will be, so please, ask questions yourself if you've got them. My email is lexinaughtygirly[AT]gmail.com and I can't guarantee instant or even any response, but if you ask a good one I'll probably answer it on the blog.

Other than that, everything is fine. Trivia posts are in the pipeline, but that doesn't mean I'm missing again.

Sveta Update

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And then there's us.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bukakke

Bukakke has never been something I particularly enjoyed watching.  There's a certain thrill to it, the idea of a whole crowd of random guys lining up to jizz on a cute girl's face, but frequently the presentation isn't sexy.  And the fact that it's usually Japanese and censored doesn't help much.  I think Japanese women are incredibly sexy, but the sounds that Japanese porn stars seem contractually obligated to make don't really do it for me either.

That being said, I think there's definitely good bukakke porn out there, including from our Eastern neighbors.  I just prefer gangbangs and creampies for my viewing pleasure.  Having a gangbang finish up with bukakke can be nice, but the girl has to be cute and I don't want to see minutes and minutes of her waiting patiently while unattractive men furiously wank out a tiny dribble of spooge.  I'm fine with a bunch of cumshots in quick succession, particularly if there's some fucking happening too.

But I've reversed my position on bukakke personally: I would love to try it.  I would love to have a huge gangbang more, and I would love to have a huge creampie bukakke even more than that, but it seems like the standard garden variety bukakke might be easier to achieve, and I can see the appeal of it happening to me.  I think this may be a continuation of my last post in that I would happily lie there as guy after anonymous guy spunked all over my body.  The addition of some help cleaning up would be nice, but I could also happily do one of those where the girl cleans it all up herself.

As I get older, the logistics of organizing a gangbang become more and more tricky.  But I might be able to get a few guys together to come in one at a time and cream all over me.  I wouldn't make them stand there in a group or hotswap me.  They could be completely secure in their masculinity.

Maybe I just need to put out some feelers to old friends.  Of course, most of my friends would want to fuck, but maybe they'd be willing to do a quid pro quo: some alone time with me in exchange for a sperm donation.  Whatever.  It makes me hot thinking about it.

Sometimes You've Got to Run Off

Starting tomorrow, I'm running away. I won't be joining the circus or traveling with gypsies, although I could see doing either. But this week, and the current show, and everything have just sucked so badly (or is that "bad" since it didn't suck poorly, it sucked extremely professionally in a way which makes me wonder if it has sucked like this before for money) that I've got to run away.

I will be fleeing to Sveta's room. This is possible because (a) we don't really have to hide any more and (b) her roomie turns out to be pretty cool, if not interested in joining in. Sveta has been terrified that her roomie would freak out if she found out anything about Sveta's naughty side, but it turns out that her roomie (I can't remember if I ever gave her a name, so I'm christening her Jodie) Jodie is just kind of button-down in appearance and demeanor, and doesn't really give two shits whether Sveta is in love with another woman. In fact, in light of Sveta's recent unpleasantness in the family department, Jodie actually stepped up and provided a lot of support to Sveta when I wasn't able to do so in person.

So yeah, anyway, Jodie is totally fine with me coming to stay for a few days. She said she'd be in and out, but that we could have the run of the room for the most part, and she'd knock so we could at least pull the covers up. Actually, this isn't the first time I've been over, it's just a more extended period. And we're all three going to maybe do some girly Christmas stuff, maybe makeovers or facials or something. I am not girly like that, but hey, I'm game for some relaxation.

Anyway, I'm running away. And this time, I mean it. And I'm never coming back until next Thursday, when I have to work again, boo. Don't try to find me.

Also, I'm still sick. It's one of those annoying lingering things; I treated the main problem, saw the doctor, all that good shit, but the little sniffle and cough are driving me crazy, and they won't go away. Coughing during sex isn't as erotic as heavy breathing, and as heavy breathing tends to want to make me cough... yeah. Blech.

I'm On Vacation

No, I'm not. What I'm on is something bizarre. Sveta and I are booking a hotel room (cheap, cheap hotel room) about halfway between us (and about half the money from each, something which absolutely kills me because damn it, I want to be able to treat my girlfriend, but I'm fucking poor). She has class, I have work. But if we're halfway between, the commute is manageable.

So we're going to be domestic. In a cheap room with no ability to be terribly domestic. But we'll both go do our separate things, then come "home" and be homebodies.

I'm not totally sure why we both think this is a good idea. It's probably not. We'll probably be exhausted by it. But there are a number of days where neither of us have anything to do, and we'll be together on those days. We don't plan to spend every second we're together making love. It may happen, but we'd like to try a bit of romance. Watching movies, going out, holding hands because no one knows us, all that good shit.

So anyway, I'm happier than I have been in a while. I'm also probably going to be somewhat incommunicado for a few days. We'll have some internet, but I may not have the interest in doing anything online when I can be with her. You might understand why. Anyway, I may answer emails, I will try to write a Flash Fiction Friday, and beyond that, don't expect too much. It's not that I don't love you all, but sometimes you have to take a break. Or at least pretend to be taking a break. I'll be working just as hard.

I'm not sure what you call it. Just for the love of God don't use the word "staycation." I hate that word. We're taking a break from some of the crap of life to be together. We wanted to be on our own. It is what it is.

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.

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.

This Week

I am swamped. Not in a "my panties are swampy" kind of way, but in a "I want to throw myself into a swamp and sink blissfully into oblivion where I can be slowly tanned by the chemicals and then pulled out a thousand years from now by archaeologists who will secretly kind of want to do me even though I'm all corpsified and gross" kind of way. Busy busy busy.

I will try to do FFF this week. It might be the first week I miss in a very long time. But chances are good I'll get one done for Friday. However, you may see somewhat less of me than anyone likes until next week at the earliest. I've just been busy and also somewhat unenthusiastic about writing.

On the other hand, if I get into a mood to write, even if I have no events about which to write, you may see some of that.

I did, however, want to have at least one post this week, and something happened yesterday which was worthy of posting but I was too tired to do it then. Dad and I had sex.

Yes, actual penetrative sex. I was sucking him off (well, "off" is perhaps not the right word, since he seldom actually goes off, but whatever) when he started to harden up, and as soon as he was even close to being hard enough, I hopped up and eased him into the love canal. It felt so nice; it had been quite a while since I'd been penetrated by anything other than toys or fingers, and even longer since I'd had Daddy inside me. He leaned back and took my hips in his hands and we just rode, fiercely, until I felt him softening up again.

It should perhaps have been a joyous occasion, but it wound up being depressing. He was angry at himself for not being able to keep it up, at least until I came. I was... well, okay, I was disappointed. I tried not to let that show, because it's not his fault, but my womanly parts are masters of mental magic, so they convinced my rational brain that they deserved more. It was a tense moment or two.

Then I fought back into control, lay down on his chest and kissed him and said "Thanks Dad, I needed that." Which I did. I needed more, but that's okay. And he smiled sheepishly and kissed me back, and then we cuddled for a few minutes before he moved me to my back so he could give me the orgasm I needed with his fingers and tongue, if not with his cock.

I was all set to try to return the favor, to see if I could maybe suck one out of him since oral seems to stimulate him more. But he just told me it was fine, that we both had to get busy with other things. So in the main, kind of depressing.

On the other hand, when viewed more dispassionately, it's not so depressing after all. He's been getting hard more regularly, and he has orgasmed once or twice under my ministrations, although usually somewhat unexpectedly, as if more of a premature ejaculation than anything else. And if he can stay hard long enough for me to get him inside me, it's only a matter of time before he'll be able to stay hard long enough to properly fuck me, the way only my Daddy can. It's a long road to recovery, but his doctors say things are progressing fairly well. It's only been a few months, really. I can give it more time.

Limits

I've been understandably a bit occupied, so I'm sorry there haven't been hourly posts about the craziness to keep everyone happy. In actuality, there hasn't been so much craziness that hourly updates would work anyway; it's not like we're having sex 24/7. Even I am not that crazy.

Some things to get out of the way:

Ernst is not Ernest. It's the German name. I'm not mistyping it. I'm starting to be sorry I didn't call him Yevgeni or something similarly unmistakable. I picked the name, though, because it suits him and is close enough to reality for me to remember. His name isn't really Ernest though; I'm better at coming up with aliases than that.

For everyone who's desperate to see pictures, don't hold your breath. I'm trying to keep picture-taking to a minimum because of certain issues which I won't go into. It's not really about me. Also, as I've tried to make clear, I'm not a picture-taking-type person. I have pictures, and I do occasionally take some, but I don't commemorate every special occasion by whipping out a camera, and this one is no different. We'll see what happens, but as of right now, I don't have any pictures to share. Other bloggers are much better about sharing pictures, and if that's your bag, I'd suggest you visit them because there are some very attractive picture-sharers out there in blogland.

And lastly, I know everyone is waiting for me to spill the beans to Ernst, to tell him all about my family, and then we can have a wild family orgy. This is not going to happen. I know it might sometimes seem like it, but I have told only a handful of people outside of my immediate family about my life in any great depth. That I told Sveta is rather remarkable. I've been closer to people, lived with them, been serious in the relationship to the point of monogamy (yeah, once or twice) and never told them anything. So I have no plans to tell Ernst anything. Neither does Sveta. It might not be right to keep secrets, but that's life.

So, that's out of the way.

Yesterday morning, I was up and Ernst got up while Sveta was still asleep, so we got to have a talk, get to know each other a bit better. I didn't want it to become serious, but it did devolve for a few minutes into me telling him that Sveta is very important to me, and while I don't begrudge his attentions and think that he's a good guy, if he does anything to hurt her, I will hunt him down and feed him his own testicles. He received this in the spirit which it was intended. I wouldn't have said anything, but it just came out. I do worry sometimes; she's had so little experience with men in a lot of ways, and James screwed her over pretty badly to the point where (I can say this now, but there were doubts then) I wondered if she'd ever be able to be involved with a guy again. I think becoming part of the family helped with that, made her feel like someone might actually love her. And now she's doing well. But if Ernst fucked her over, I shudder to think what might happen.

We talked about their relationship, about how they both might enjoy a bit of openness in it but were worried about that. Ernst has no problems with Sveta seeing other women, but he's a bit jealous of the idea of her being with other men. I told him that it was her call, but that I had never been a believer in monogamy and perhaps that colored my perceptions a little.

Basically, we chatted. It was nice, sitting there with someone who wasn't uncomfortable talking while naked, just lazy morning chats.

The reason we didn't do anything else was because Ernst was recovering from the previous day, when Sveta and I, as we'd planned, put his endurance to the limits. It turns out that, between the two of us, we can get four pleasant times out of him. The fifth was strained and after that he bowed out and let us have some alone time while he did some homework (yeah, homework over Spring break, but she's got some too).

I don't think his balls exploded or anything from the strain, but I think he was just humoring us, and there wasn't a whole lot of cum to speak of. After cumming once, he gets a little stamina, but the next three were all about the same length, and fairly consistent in performance too. Some guys are like that. Nothing wrong with it.

Sveta, when Ernst was out of the room, was begging me to let her ask him to cum inside her; she's jonesing for a creampie like I am. I told her that I wasn't her mother, but I thought they were being very responsible, which made her glare at me in a way which said, "I know you're right, damn it, and I wish you weren't." I am definitely the pot calling the kettle black here though; I barebacked all through college in a hugely irresponsible way, and I don't make guys wear condoms anywhere near as often as I should. And actually, I sort of feel like it would be okay for Ernst and Sveta to dispense with the condoms, especially if they get tested. Maybe he's worried he'll get something from her, or me. He seems to be the driving force behind wearing them. Good for him, I say; I wish more guys were responsible in that way. Maybe he cums to quickly without one. That hasn't seemed to be the case when we give him blowjobs, but who knows.

Anyway, Sveta reaped the whirlwind in the Ernst-orgasm-fest; she got two all to herself, and one shared one. The shared one was the exciting one; it was the second, after Ernst fucked her in the morning. We went into the shower and Sveta and I started washing each other and making out, and pretty soon Ernst was hard again. Sveta wanted to try the same thing as before, only this time with swapping between our asses, so we both got on all fours and Ernst started probing our assholes with his fingers, then pressed into mine with his cock while fingering Sveta's, then switched over to her and put his fingers in my ass. We got to the point where Sveta's fingers were in my snatch and mine in hers, while he fingered and fucked away at our assholes for a few minutes until he pulled out and splashed the small our our backs with cum, several spurts each, and then grinned maniacally as he rubbed the cum into our skin while we kept diddling each other until we couldn't stand it and went into a clutch to finish up.

I did get one session to myself; Sveta had just orgasmed hard, and she wasn't in condition to join in, so while she recovered, I lay back and let Ernst have his way with me. It was nice to get some missionary; I'd spent a fair amount of time on my knees for him, but I really wanted a nice slow fuck, which I got. It was number four, so I think even if the spirit was still willing the flesh was starting to weaken. Even young guys who are ready for anything get worn out. But though it was fairly sedate, he got me off twice before he came, and when he did it was an orgasm I wouldn't have suspected was his fourth of the day had I not been there for the other three.

Five was, as I said, a strain; we got him hard and Sveta tried riding him, but in the end she hopped off and finished him in her mouth while I started kissing my way all over both of them. He took a long time, even trying, and his cock drooled a bit of cum and that was that. He wanted to please us, bless his heart, but there are limits.

Lest it seem like we've been doing nothing but fucking, it should be said that we've done other things as well. We were going to go out yesterday but it pissed down rain so we stayed in, but aside from one extra-long session with Sveta in the evening, Ernst was content to let all the action be between the two gals, and action there was and it was tremendous, but it wasn't all day. I had to go to work anyway, so it wasn't like I could spend all day fucking. Today we might walk around town if the rain lets up, or we might stay in and let them catch up on work. And then tomorrow we have some plans. So it's not just sex.

But sex is good.

Crazy Insomnia Means Updates for You

Yeah, so sleeping on and off for a few hours at at time is fun. Hence, I'm up and no one else is, which is why I can take the time to do crazy things like posting to my blog, answering emails, etc.

First off, and this is the only mention it's going to get, I'd like to thank all 100 of my followers. There, I said it, I'm done.

Now on to the more interesting stuff. Sveta and Ernst showed up yesterday evening, later than I expected but they took a detour to go to a cave apparently. I was a little jealous they hadn't invited me, but it was a spur of the moment type thing; they drove by a sign which said, "Hey, see the cave" or some such, and they decided what the hell, they'd stop and see the damn cave. I'm told it was caverific. I've been in caves before and aside from claustrophobia striking every so often, the bigger ones are beautiful and impressive.

So they were too late for dinner; I made something which didn't turn out well anyway. I think the chicken was bad. It tasted unpleasant. Anyway, who gives a shit about dinner? They showed up and despite the fact that we were all tired and I had to get up the next morning, we quickly adjourned to the playroom for a bit of fun, because we were all horny as hell and didn't care who knew it. I think Ernst was slightly shy at first, being in a new house and all, but once Sveta and I stripped down and started making out, he got over it.

Sveta charitably let me have a crack at Ernst, since she's had him all to herself and she knows I've been pretty low on cock recently. We giggled together while he was taking his pants off, which would unnerve any man I think; two girls giggling together as you take out your cock is not nice. It wasn't intentional; we were just giggly. He didn't need any warming up; I bet he'd been on a hair trigger all day. We're still doing the condom thing; he asked me if I had any because Sveta indicated I would, and I directed him to the stash the family has laid in for emergencies and so forth, since we rarely use them among ourselves. Then I lay back, spread my legs, and Sveta hopped onto my face with a giggle, and I didn't see much of what was going on in my lower extremities, but it felt terrific as Ernst slid into my well-juiced pussy.

After a thrust or two though, it became awkward, and I scolded Sveta away momentarily (and reluctantly, because she was already dripping and tasting so nice I could have just stayed with my face in her snatch all evening) and grabbed a pillow to put under my ass, to move myself up a little so poor Ernst would have an easier time. Then I grabbed a blanket from the couch too and spread it out underneath us, so carpet burns would be kept to a minimum.

Then back at it, and now things moved along like a well-oiled machine. I came just as he was hitting his stride, and a few moments later he pulled out and I felt the jets of semen splashing onto my belly. I just kept eating, working Sveta up, until finally she was on all fours, her hips grinding down onto my face, and she soaked my cheeks and neck as she gasped out a nice long O.

I suppose if we'd been thinking properly she would have been facing back so she could have worked on me, or him, or at least kissed him, but for whatever reason she had to crawl around to lick up the cooling cum from my tummy and ribs, then she lay her head on my hips and sighed and smiled up at me.

I had hoped for more, but at that point we were wiped; it was a suitable introduction, but the first chapter would have to wait. I put them to bed, leaving our clothes on the floor, in the other bed in my room (Sheri's old bed, and boy has that bed seen things it must remember). They snuggled up together and fell almost immediately asleep, the poor tired dears. I wished I could have snuggled in with them, but that would have been a bad idea; I would have kept us all awake tossing and turning. In the end, I retreated to my own lonely bed and tried not to wish Ernst ill. Not too much ill, anyway.

Then Sunday I had work, and I had to get up ass-early, which was okay because I was already up, groggily staggering about. As I was getting ready to leave, Sveta came downstairs totally naked, hair akimbo, rubbing her eyes, and she was so adorable I just about called work and told them to take their job and shove it, because I was going to stay home and make love with this sweet thing until my head exploded. But I nobly restrained myself.

I got back this evening, later than I wanted to, and found them at in in the kitchen of all places. Ernst turned red when I walked in on them; he had her up on the counter, breasts pressed against the wood, feet not touching the floor but wrapped back around him, and he was pumping in and out of her like she was some kind of sexual appliance. I laughed, and when it seemed like he was about to pull out and try to apologize, I said, "Don't you dare; you get in there and give her what she needs or no dinner for you." She giggled, he looked chagrined. I went away and stripped down, then came back just as she was on her knees getting a mouthful of sweet icing, which she kindly shared with me.

They hadn't been fucking all day (I know I probably would have been, but I guess Ernst just isn't quite the sexual powerhouse that I am, not that I'm bitter). They'd fooled around a bit in the morning, but no orgasms, and then spent most of the day hanging out, going for a walk, seeing the sights. I told them mi casa was their casa and they could help themselves to food and beverages whenever they wanted; I brought home supplies for the week but I imagine we'll need to go out at some point and stock up. We may need to buy condoms for the first time in this house in quite a while; the emergency stash might run out (it will if I have my way).

Since I was late and they'd been fucking in the kitchen, we ate a dinner of various odds and ends thrown together, all naked. It was nice; Ernst doesn't seem to have too many hangups about doing things naked. He seems like a decent guy, frankly. Not good enough for Sveta, obviously, but then neither am I, nor is Jesus. Yeah, I said it. If Jesus wants to have sex with Sveta, it's her choice, but I'll think she's slumming a bit.

Sveta mentioned during dinner that she thought a fun thing to try might be a bit of back and forth, so once the prandial (meal-related; I've got to sneak in some vocab words for your SATs somehow) matters were concluded we adjourned once again to the playroom, where Sveta and I assumed the position. In this case, we got on hands and knees side by side, asses in the air, and let him look us over, cock in hand. I like him; he got into the game, made a big show of not being sure who to chose, made us wiggle our asses and try to outdo each other in the temptation department, then he put his hand on my ass and made like he was going to penetrate me, only to shift over at the last second and pop into Sveta instead. We were all being a bit silly, and giggling and teasing was the order of the day.

And boy did he tease. He would fuck one of us just long enough to be appreciated, then shift to the other. And he was the one who suggested, after a while, that maybe it might be even more fun if we were face to face, and he could switch back and forth even quicker. So I lay back and let Sveta lie on top of me, breasts pressed together, arms wrapped around her, and Ernst came up between us and started going back and forth with every thrust, one into her, one into me. We were all teetering on the edge of orgasm, and in the end I was the first one to go, followed by Ernst hopping up, pulling off the condom, and stroking his load, which was substantial, into my mouth, then letting Sveta lick him clean. She was so close too, so I rolled over onto her and started rubbing her with my hands and pressing into her with my pelvis, until she finally gasped and came, her legs wrapped around my back, our lips locked.

After that, Ernst was out of commission for a while, so I just slid down and started working on Sveta's cunt, hearing her moan with the tension, tasting the previous orgasm and another rising in her, until she exploded again, weakly for her, but I kept her riding it as long as I could, which wasn't as long as I wish I could. Still, it was wonderful seeing her writhing in bliss, feeling the liquid on my tongue, smelling her scent. I still can't get enough of her.

She was pretty out of it at that point too, so Ernst and I let her lie back and recover, while I started sucking his cock, just friendly-like, not trying too hard. He lay back and enjoyed it, slowly growing hard again, until finally he seemed ready, and I asked him, "You want to fuck my ass? The lube's right over there."

He didn't need to be told twice. The head of his cock is just as big as I remembered, and it makes a difference in anal; it doesn't feel like a shaft sinking in. There's a moment of tension release when the anal ring slips over the head and onto the shaft. Quite enjoyable. He slid into me easily, then I gave him some pointers on how to please me, and he just ground against me while his fingers reached down and stroked my pussy until I came, softly but in waves, and he started thrusting into my ass as it clamped and relaxed on his cock, which was good for both of us. He unloaded in the condom without pulling out; I don't know that he had enough warming, or maybe he just wanted to stay inside my ass as long as possible.

"She's really good at anal," he said to Sveta, who was watching us and idly playing with herself.

"Yeah, she taught me everything I know," Sveta said with a giggle. It's true too, but how true I don't know that Ernst knows. He didn't ask, so maybe he does know.

We headed upstairs and watched a movie and had snacks, but the two of them were falling asleep during the movie, so in the end they cuddled against me and I watched and cuddled back. Then I put them to bed again and was all ready to go to sleep myself, but couldn't. So here I am. Tomorrow, we have bigger plans since I'll be home; a bigger dinner experience, maybe going out somewhere, definitely some further fun. Sveta and I have already planned to see how many times we can get him to cum; he doesn't know this of course, but we're going to milk him dry. Maybe a group shower. It'll be warm; maybe some outside time. Definitely some drinks and entertainment.

So that's the story so far. I'm not sure I'll provide a play-by-play of every single thing that happens, but who knows, maybe I will. I still don't know if Mike will be bringing a guest; he said he might or might not and he probably won't know until he shows up with her. I'm going to try to talk to him about Ernst and Sveta, and maybe, who knows, Mike's friend will be inclined, and the two couples can have some fun as a foursome. I know Sveta and Mike would like that. I don't know how Ernst would feel. We'll see. If nothing else, Sveta seems perfectly happy to share Ernst with me, and he can't stop me sharing her with him, so I should be getting regular nookie for the week.

The Setting for a Farce

Picture this: the owners of the house are away, so the house-sitter invites her girlfriend, little knowing that the woman she thought was a lesbian actually has a boyfriend, whom she is bringing along. Then the house-sitter's boyfriend shows up, only it turns out that not only has he brought a girlfriend with him, but he's actually the house-sitter's long-lost brother. And then the owners of the house return.

Put in enough doors, and you've got yourself a farce of epic proportions.

Change a few minor details, and you've got my life this coming week. I'm not complaining, mind.

My parents are going out of town for the week, and I thought I'd have the house all to myself and be all lonesome and alone. But then I got the call from Sveta that she was going to come home for Spring break, which, guess what, happens to be next week, the week my parents are out. And she had warmed to the idea of bringing Ernst along, and he said yes, and before you know it, they were both planning to show up today at some point in his car to spend the week here. I was perfectly happy to let them, even though I confess a slight feeling of jealousy that I won't get her all to myself. Still, he's a decent guy and it's been a while since I've had some penile service. I figure we'll wear him out and then we can have some alone time. No, only kidding. But we're set to have some fun.

I think Dad's a bit sorry he won't be there, but at the same time glad because it means he won't have to worry about being unable to give Sveta what she needs, sex-wise. I told him she wouldn't mind, but I think there's still lingering anxiety on the issue, and I can understand that. Anyway, they'll be back before Sveta leaves, so they'll at least get to say hello. And since she's bringing Ernst, it's not like she could get sexy with Dad anyway, unless she's willing to open a can of worms I don't even want to think about opening.

But on that subject, and in keeping with our theme, Mike has announced that he'll be trying to make it home for Easter, which will probably mean a certain degree of overlap between him and Sveta. This introduces complications in that I'm not going to lie and say he's not my brother, and thus it would be awkward if he wanted to fuck Sveta (which he does) and impossible to explain him taking it out on me instead. I wish things were simpler and we could just have a foursome. Except that I'm given to understand that Mike might bring a friend too, nothing serious, but someone with whom he is intimate. That's less certain. If he does, that means he definitely won't get to fuck anyone but his friend. I wish I had a boy to invite over.

Anyway, I don't expect too much complication; I'm going to pretty much stick with Sveta and Ernst, and if Mike doesn't bring a friend, I'll probably sneak in some time with him too. He might stay after Sveta leaves, which will make things easier. I haven't told her he's coming yet, not because of any ulterior motive, just because I haven't. She'll probably be disappointed she can't have any fun with him.

We'll talk. Maybe we should lie and say Mike is my boyfriend, and see whether Ernst is interested in doing a bit of foursome action. Maybe Mike will bring his friend and he and she and Ernst and Sveta can have a foursome, and maybe as long as I steer clear of sex with Mike, I can jump in too. That wouldn't be that weird, would it? Yeah, okay, it would, but I don't want to be left out.

In any case, the upcoming week looks like it might be plenty exciting for me, which will be a welcome change of pace. Hopefully I'll get some good posts out of it too, so you all can enjoy vicariously.

Laggy

I haven't been a good blogger this week. Part of it is the vacation routine, not worrying so much about time or day of the week or things like that. Part of it is that Sveta has to head back this weekend, so I've been trying to pack as much Sveta time in as possible. Part of it is my general lack of motivation, coupled with what may or may not be sickness or period or something else fun and exciting coming up.

I woke up this morning with a hangover, which would be remarkable even if I had been drinking last night, since I don't get hangovers all that often, unless I get really, really blitzed (and I haven't been that drunk in quite some time, I'm fairly proud to say). But since I haven't had anything alcoholic in a week (at least) I can't blame overindulgence. Perhaps dehydration from the total lack of atmospheric humidity in my house. We have old heaters that dry out the air something terrible, and it's very dry anyway. My nose bleeds all the time. Yeah, I'm sure you wanted to know that.

Anyway, I'm trying to get back into the swing of things. I have another gig, hopefully a lot less stressful this time, one with some fun people and the possibility of backstage shenanigans. Being around people usually helps my sex drive in any case, so since Sveta won't be here, I'll have plenty of pent-up lust to inspire writing. I'm trying to put a positive spin on Sveta not being here, of course, but I know she has to go back, and I'll make the best of it.

This weekend, it's possible that there will occur something worth reporting beyond the usual stuff, and if so, hopefully I'll be up to reporting it. If not, I'll think of something to do.

Tomorrow, Flash Fiction Friday, which I haven't even written yet but am going to get on as soon as I hit the Publish button down there.

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.

Blessing in Disguise

It has been too long since I posted something which wasn't an excuse about not posting something which wasn't an excuse about not posting something which wasn't an excuse about not posting something which wasn't I'll come in again.

Going a bit crazy here.  Yep.  The ol' banana.  The ol' mixed nut bowl.  The ol' fantasy-land bingo.  The ol' crazy potato covered in crazy cheez and being eaten through a crazy straw.  I have no idea what I'm saying.

Oh, that's right, that's what I wanted to say.  I'm really, really sorry that life has forced my blog-ly activities into a slump.  This has been a pretty good year for the blog, all told; I've written more posts than in any year previously, and if you assume that I'm writing about as many good posts per capita as before, that means that I've increased my output of the good stuff, not just the bad stuff.  Maybe not.  But whatever.  November, as I warned at the start, has sucked donkey scrotum for very small sums of money, so it's a whore but a cheap one, and it probably takes less money because it likes sucking donkey scrotum.  And then it goes home and beats its fourteen crack-addicted babies, all of whom are named after famous TV chefs.  November is a cheap, lying, trashy, selfish whore, and I hate it.  Now, where was I?

Oh yeah.  So I've been ball-bustingly busy, as November has apparently grafted balls to my body while I wasn't looking just so it can bust them.  And thus, my blogging is not the only thing which has suffered.  My social agenda has been somewhat muted as well.  And I've been snippy to people, and tired, and grouchy, and just basically November sucks.

Sveta has returned to college, and here's where the title of this post comes in.  Because if I weren't so fucking busy and tired, I would probably be miserable missing her.  As it is, I barely have the energy to miss her a little, let alone enough to be torn up about it.  And I don't have the energy to feel guilty about not having the energy to miss her too much.  Some "blessing," right?

Also, she'll be back in just a few short weeks.  I know, whoever decided that Thanksgiving and Christmas were the only times to visit your family is a fucking moron and I hate them.  There should be a holiday halfway through each semester.  But there it is; I get to see her soon, after a long drought.  I don't like "gh" words.  We should spell drought "drout" and draught "draft" and through "thru" and rough "ruff" and... wait, who am I?  I don't think that.  Not really.  I don't like mangling words.  GH is a linguistic heritage that texting and idiots are going to eliminate, and then we'll never understand our roots.

Ah, off-topic again.  So yeah, I am in no position to tell some of the stories I want to tell.  If I tried, I would wander off in the middle and get run over by a truck.  They wouldn't hold up to my strict standards of quality (yeah, right).  Thus, you'll just have to wait a bit longer.

But I'll give you a preview.  I have some Sveta and me stuff from Thanksgiving, and I have some stuff from work, and a bit of follow-up on some of our repeating characters (I like to call them that because it makes me feel like I'm living in a sitcom rather than a documentary on slave-labor), plus some stuff with just Sveta spreading her wings a bit.

I'm still here.  Where here is, and who I am when I'm here, that's anyone's guess.

November State of the Blog

I hate elections.  We should all just go back to the tsar.

No, I really don't hate elections.  I just hate campaign ads.  I think the British are much better about it.  Makes me envy Sephi.  Thank God, November will soon bring an end to the ads (I hope).  Not so happily, it will doubtless also plunge us into a nightmare world.  There, I've said enough.

And now, a list of numbered announcements:

1. November is NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) and I'm thinking I may do it again this year.  So this month I shall struggle to write those 50,000-odd perfect little words but wind up writing 50,000-odd terrible ones.  No, I will not be inviting readers.  It's bad enough that I have to read them, let alone allowing someone else to do it.  I wish I could write erotica, but I'd think that was cheating; erotica is too easy and too trashy for me.  Not to malign others' erotica, simply my own.  I will keep doing the Flash Fiction Friday thing, before anyone worries.
2. I believe Sveta may make an appearance just in time to spoil any thoughts of spending any time doing anything but loving her fully and well.  Thanksgiving, maybe?  Maybe?  Please?
3. Work is going to be crazy in November.  With a capital K.  And little googly eyes on all the letters.  Flashing in hot pink neon.  Is neon actually the gas they use to make the hot pink lights?  I don't know.  See, I'll be crazy.  I'm already a bit crazy.

Therefore:

Blogging may get a bit light on the ground during the November-ly month.  Things may happen that go unreported, at least until December.  Comments may go without reply, or perhaps even for days without approval.  Messages may be a bit shirty.  Phones may be unexpectedly disconnected (this only applies to about 3 people though).  Doors may be slammed (that applies to even fewer people).  Hair may be torn, pens may be thrown, throats slashed, bodices ripped, swashes buckled... no, wait, that's a pirate raid.

Anyway, if we drop down to about 1 post a week for the next few weeks, that's why, and I'm sorry and everything, and I wish I were hardcore like some people, but I'm just not.  Also, I must force myself not to use the blog as a means of procrastination.  Like I'm doing right now.  Away with me!

Oh, by the way, congratulations to San Francisco, and Tim Lincecum, your name makes me think naughty things, but your body makes me do nice things, so between the two, I could make you very happy.

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.