Just So I'm Not A Liar

This probably should have been just the end of the last post, but I got tired.

So the next day was the final show with Kari. Which made me a little sad, as I said. We were pretty quiet during the run of the show, and I wondered if maybe she was feeling a little down about it too.

The curtain call came, I hit the last cue, and there she was standing next to me. "I figure we've got maybe five minutes while everything clears out before they expect me to start working," she said in an urgent tone. "I can cum in five. Wanna make me?" 

Which is hardly the worst pickup line in the history of pickup lines. Honestly, "I can cum in five minutes. Wanna make me?" is a good line if you're female-presenting. Masc folks, sorry, it's not the draw for you. Anyway.

I like a challenge, so I pulled down her pants and panties in a rush, then put my head between her legs and went to work. I was secretly incredibly turned on by the idea that someone would come into the booth looking for one or both of us, but at the same time terrified by that same idea.

I may have gone a bit heavy on her clit, but I got the O out of her in short order. Then she pulled me up, gave me a big kiss, pulled up her pants, and we left it at that. Didn't really say goodbye. She went and did her job, I went and did mine. She did cast me a glance which could have meant a number of things when it was time for her to leave, but we were formal.

I went home and told Sveta and Zoe I needed both of them to work me over a little, which they did in suitably adoring fashion. Not that I didn't give as good as I got. At a certain point Sveta was eating me out while Zoe sat on my face so hard I was having trouble breathing, and I'm pretty sure Zoe was fingering Sveta simultaneously.

Afterward I told them why I needed it so bad, and they were suitably sympathetic. Zoe thought Kari had been a bit rude. Sveta refused judgment.

And then Kari emailed me the next day and told me she'd slept with another cast member. I couldn't help feeling a little jealous, not that I've got anything to be jealous about. More jealous for the freedom of the road. Not that I want that. Like I said, I'm too old for touring.

And then I got over it and wrote her back congratulating her and hoping she has a good remainder of her tour. They're reasonably local so there's a pretty good chance I'll see her again. Honestly, now that the immediacy and novelty is gone, I still miss her a little, just because it was nice to be able to talk shop while snuggling.

Anyway, hope you all enjoyed the semi-regular in updates. I'm in a fairly busy time at work right now but who knows what'll happen?

All the Fun

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

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

"I'll ride," I said eagerly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Watersports Request

A kind reader who knows who they are wrote asking for more Zoe piss stories, and frankly I shouldn't have needed the encouragement to instigate some, but I did. We hadn't really even discussed it since the first time the first time. So I took the initiative.

"Zoe, how do you feel about drinking some pee?" I asked her while we were sitting together on the couch doing nothing.

She got beet red and covered her mouth with her hands and stammered something while looking straight at Sveta.

"Honey, I don't care. I think it's wonderful that you two enjoy it," Sveta said. "It's nothing to be ashamed of." But she was a little rosy in the face as well, and she scolded me, "Lexi, don't mess with the poor girl."

"I just wondered. There's no reason to be coy about it. After all, weren't you two just all up in each other's cunts not an hour ago?" This was true, but I was also shit-stirring.

"That's different!" gasped Zoe, who still hasn't really gotten used to the easy way I talk about being all up in people's cunts.

"How so?"

"It just is!"

"Well, next time I'll write you a letter. Dear Zoe, would you do me the honour of supping upon my urine. Yours, Lady Harkbush-Quackbottom III." I actually don't remember what name I used. It was something like that.

Sveta giggled and then composed herself. "Be nice," she said to me sternly. "Zoe, if you want to, just say the word. But don't let her pressure you into anything."

"I mean..." Zoe prevaricated.

"See? It's fine." I am horrible.

The upshot was that, while I didn't tell her that I was only doing it for the blog and my kind reader, Zoe abashedly admitted that yes, she would like to sample the delights of the the shower of gold.

And once we got to the bathroom, she went all subby again. Practically begged me to piss down her throat. Who am I to refuse?

Unlike the first time I had planned ahead and hydrated properly (which one should always do, regardless of whether one is planning to engage in watersports) so I had plenty of juice to share. And having examined my motives and feelings. I was feeling a bit better about being a top in this situation. I don't top Sveta particularly but Zoe really likes it.

I pulled her down to level with my pussy and then told her to open wide. My hand was tangled in her hair and her face was just so happy. I let out a trickle at first, pulling her face to my pubis and spreading my legs a little. It's a bit awkward; guys have it much easier. But her lips were locked around the source and she was suckling, so I let her have a little more. My bladder control isn't porn-star level or anything, but I was able to cut off the flow without overflowing her mouth.

"Now I want you to lie back and let me cover you with warmth," I said, or words to that effect. Zoe was obediently lying supine before me and I squatted over her body and directed the stream a little. I don't think I covered her, exactly, but I got her very wet.

"Now clean me up, there's a good girl." I don't always top aggressively. Sometimes I'm more like Mary Poppins, who would make a terrific Domme if you ask me. I would totally do whatever Mary told me to do.

Zoe licked my pussy clean of any remnants, kept licking as I pulled her head closer to my pelvis, licked the way she knows I like until I had a small O and released her. She sat there on her haunches like an expectant child.

"Do you need to go?" I asked her. She nodded. "Go put on a pair of panties for me."

She ran out of the room like a greased pig. I had a moment's worry that she was leaving pissy footprints all over the house, but I hadn't really gotten more than her torso and her feet were still clean. She trotted back in wearing a pair of cute white cotton panties.

That's one thing I really appreciate about Zoe. She doesn't go in for frills in the undergarment front, but she does wear the most innocent little panties ever. Perfect for peeing in.

"I want to see you piss those cute little panties," I said. They were already a little damp from my contribution, but the crotch was unmarred. 

She sighed with gratitude and squatted in the tub in front of me. And then she let go. I expected her to need to warm up to it, but nope, she just let fly. The urine trickled down her leg, the cotton of the panties became practically see-through, and she shuddered with what I can only assume was pleasure. "Play with yourself through those messy panties," I said.

"How do you know how to do this so well," she said, reaching down and starting to diddle through the wet fabric. "It's just what I wanted."

I didn't really know how to answer. I don't take flattery particularly well, and in this case I had just been winging it, seeing what stuck. It would have been much better to discuss it beforehand but Zoe isn't ready for that yet, so I do a bit of guessing.

Instead of answering, I pulled her face to my pussy. "Less talking, more licking," I said, not unkimdly.

She eventually got me off again, and judging by her flush, she did herself as well. "Can we try something?" she asked me.

"Sure thing, kid." I wasn't really feeling particularly dominant at that point. The afterglow and all that. I was pondering turning on the shower and cleaning us off.

"Do you have any left?" 

Did I? Yeah, I had built up the reserves a little expecting they might be needed. "Sure honey."

"I want to try, you know, scissoring while you pee. I wish you could put it inside me." 

"I'd love to. Do you want to go too?" 

"Yes."

She stripped off the wet panties and we managed to get into a position where our piss-slick pussies could rub against one another. I wish I had a bigger bathtub.

She started making little whimpers as we slowly rubbed, then I said, "Here you go, girl," and released the last of my bladder onto her. She must have done the same, though I couldn't really feel it. I did feel her cum against me, though I'm afraid it was more on my thigh than anything else. Then I pulled her into an embrace. "Did you like that?" 

"Loved it."

So I gained a few brownie points with Zoe. And that's no bad thing. She makes a mean brownie.

Holiday Festivities II

So we were invited to Kate's house for New Years Eve. And Zoe was invited as well. I made it perfectly plain to Kate that this was not going to be a revelation evening for Zoe. Kate said it was fine, she'd just smoke us up and we'd see what happened. Zoe already knows about Liam, and as long as Liam kept his hands off his mom, we were golden.

Liam, by way of update, has been enjoying himself at college, but has no steady thing. According to him, college girls don't know what they're doing. He swore me to secrecy before talking with me about it because he doesn't want Kate to get jealous, and frankly, I understand where he's coming from. Anyway, he has not bedded any nubile young things, at least that he's admitting, but he has fucked a teacher, though that's all I could get out of him on the subject. I told him to be careful but I wasn't judging.

In another positive, Kevin was going to be out with his boyfriend. I don't think they're old enough to be partying on New Years Eve like I'm sure they are, but Kate is much more laissez faire as a parent, and while I wish we could have seen Kevin, it made things simpler as far as awkwardness with Zoe was concerned.

Of course, when we got there Kate was already packing a pipe. No, that's not innuendo: she was filling a rather large-bowled pipe with copious amounts of marijuana. She was also less clothed than ideal, and I started to regret accepting the invitation.

But after we all smoked, Liam included, things mellowed out and we just hung out and talked. It was nice. At a certain point Liam did start feeling me up a little, but it wasn't super obvious and Zoe knows that Kate knows that Liam fucks me, so...?

I was also extremely fucked up by this point because I am a very cheap date when it comes to pot, so I may not have been making the best decisions. Ah well. At least if Liam was fooling around with me he wasn't fooling around with his mom, which would raise a whole lot of questions I wasn't prepared to answer.

It got a bit later and I got a lot hornier and higher, to the point where if I didn't do something about the former, the latter was going to have me whipping things out in public. And while everyone except Zoe would have been okay with that, we needed to preserve that fiction, right gals? So I whispered in his ear to meet me in his room, then excused myself to the bathroom. I don't think anyone was fooled when he excused himself shortly thereafter, but fuck it, it's New Years Eve and I wanted to get laid.

We wound up fucking on his bed, which is odd because usually when I'm over at Kate's everyone fucks in the living room or on the big bed. But I didn't think it was a great idea to introduce the wrinkle of us fucking in the family bed in case Zoe happened to walk in. It was a stoned fuck, which meant that I was a space case and felt like I was experiencing everything through a layer of smoke, but it was still nice, and he enjoyed being able to be a little rough with my ass. I lost track of time, and then suddenly Sveta was lying next to me.

"What?" I think were both my word and my expression.

"Oh, Kate kicked me out of the living room. She said she's going to show Zoe a good time since she's not getting to partake of this shindig."

"You mean she and Zoe..."

"Mom's fucking Zoe? Damn it, I want to see that," said Liam, sounding a little petulant.

"You're just jealous because you can't fuck Zoe," said Sveta, grinning.

So yeah, turns out that Liam and I fooled absolutely no one when it came to our stealth tactics, which gave rise to Zoe feeling extremely awkward but also asking Kate if she was okay with it. Fortunately we all rehearsed our stories. I feel terrible lying to her, but... yeah.

But it meant that Sveta, Liam, and Lexi were exiled to his room, which was fine with him. When Sveta intimated that she'd enjoy a little anal attention too, Liam was even more fine with that. So wifey and I got buttfucked in sequence and in tandem.

Then it was 11:46 or something like that and we rushed into our clothes because Kate was calling us to come to the living room for the ball drop. New Years Rockin' Eve or whatever had been playing in the background the whole evening. Well, no, that can't be true because they don't start it that early, but something had been on the TV in the background, and now it was ball drop time.

When we went out, Kate and Zoe were sitting together unabashedly naked. That wasn't part of the plan, but Zoe seemed okay with it, so we left it at that. When New Years hit, Kate wanted to kiss everyone. She deep-throated Zoe's tongue for a few moments, then gave Sveta and me the same treatment, and then, God help us all, gave the same treatment to her son. Zoe seemed pretty out of it but it was hard to miss his hand sneaking up and copping a feel on his mom's tit.

Kate offered more pot, and I was so high at this point that I couldn't say no, so we all smoked again. Then Kate said, "Now go away again," with a laugh and went in for Zoe, and we ushered poor Liam out of the room but not in time for him not to see his mom going down on Zoe.

"Why don't we just tell her?" asked Liam in his room.

"Because it's one thing for you two to be comfortable around each other, and it's another for her to know that you fuck," I said, or something like that. I was all floaty. Sveta was backing me up because she's made of sturdier stuff. We distracted Liam from thoughts of going back into the living room and joining in by plying him with blowjobs and then letting him slide his cock between our two pressed-together pussies, then thrusting into one, then the other, until I was really out of it and I'd probably cum several times, to say nothing of the amount of his cum pouring out of both of our pussies.

I passed out at that point, woke up much later, much soberer but still high, with Sveta and Liam passed out next to me. I almost woke up on the floor because his bed is not large. That, more than anything, propelled me into the living room, naked as a jay bird, to find Kate and Zoe passed out naked on the floor. I fell asleep on the couch, woke up still later with a blanket over me.

We finally left later on New Years Day, resisting the temptation to stay over again and do the whole thing over again, or who knows, maybe more. Zoe didn't say anything about the evening's festivities for several days, then she started apologizing to me about it until I told her to stop. I still don't know how much she remembers of Kate and Liam. If she brings it up, we'll figure out what to do then. Until then, it was fun.

Zoe's Secret Fetish

It's not that uncommon for people in this house to be watching porn. This might not come as much of a surprise. We try to keep it to times when it won't be a bother, so for instance we don't watch porn on the TV in the living room very often, and we don't watch porn when there are outsiders present. But despite the fact that it might seem like there would be no reason for any of us to need to tickle the tender tamale, what with willing partners around, all three of us sometimes just want to get off in as expedient a manner as possible.

I mention all this as prelude because walking in on someone watching porn is usually a non-issue. Occasionally someone will walk in on someone else slickly spelunking and offer to join in, but honestly usually it's just a matter of saying hey, I'll leave you to it. Masturbation, despite my enjoying numerous funny ways of referring to it, is no big deal. It's just something you do.

So when I came into the room and Zoe immediately hid her phone from me, even though it was clear that she'd been making solo clam chowder, I wondered what was up. I asked her what was up. She said, "Oh, nothing much." But she's not practiced in the art of being nonchalant about playing with her joy buzzer in my company, so it was clear something had been up. If she'd been a guy, she would have been hard as a rock.

As it was, I mostly chalked it up to Zoe's inexperience. Sometimes Sveta even gets a little shy about dancing the two-finger tango. Me, I'm over shyness about fingering myself, but I was just raised that way. Old habits die hard.

Anyway, I let it go, left the room, let her get back to it, figured that was that. But it kept happening. I don't mean it happened every time I came into the room or anything, but I "caught" Zoe giving herself panty CPR more than once over the course of the following few days, and she was always extremely coy about it.

So I figured, hey, gal's got a secret fetish she's not letting on about. That's cool. Communication is key, but it takes time. I even harbored a small hope that maybe Zoe was turned on by incest and that would make everything so much easier, but I also know that liking incest porn and being okay with the real thing are two very different things, so it was a very small hope.

Then one day I was watching porn myself on my computer and had managed to stray pretty far afield from my typical fare. I had found this fetish model who was super into piss, and while I hadn't been looking for it, it tickled a certain fancy, so I was watching this model piss in the woods or something like that and didn't even notice that Zoe had come in until she said, "Oh my god, you like it too?!"

Understand that I haven't told Zoe everything. I haven't told Zoe a lot of things. Zoe is blissfully unaware of this blog, for example. She also has no idea how well-traveled I am, sexually. I haven't hidden it from her, but I haven't held story time or anything. She knows what she's asked about and if I haven't volunteered additional information, that's on me I guess.

So poor Zoe had no idea that she wasn't just some sick freak who enjoyed watersports. I guess it's partially on her for not being honest about it, but come on, she's young, relatively inexperienced, and Sveta and I have never brought it up.

Thus I got to have a delightful conversation about piss play with Zoe, piss play novice. She was extremely eager though, once she got over the initial shock. And she's definitely subbe in this regard. Has no interest in peeing on anyone, really, but is definitely down for being used to pee on, in, or around.

Sveta and I have tried a little watersports stuff, but she's not that into it, and I am largely dominant with other women when it comes to lesbian piss play. But hey, Zoe wanted it, wanted it bad, so who was I to say no to being given the gift of a gal who wants a little domination?

It didn't take much to get me to adjourn to the bathroom, though I did tell Zoe that it would be even better if we had a better tub. She was practically begging to eat me out while I pissed on her though. We stripped down and I let the girl get to work revving up my engine, which didn't take much, then I stopped her and said, "I think maybe your first time, you should take it slow, okay?"

"Okay Lexi," she said, looking up at me with these liquid eyes that just made me want to throw caution to the winds and fill her stomach with gold. I resisted. Time enough for that later.

I really should have drunk more water and waited, so it wouldn't be quite as strong a taste, but she didn't want to wait and honestly neither did I. "Open your mouth," I said, gently but firmly. She obeyed. "Now, stick your tongue out and just taste it first." And I relaxed a little and let the piss trickle onto her tongue.

And she loved it.

Caution was thrown decidedly to the winds shortly thereafter because Zoe was doing the throwing. I pulled her head to my cunt, let her lips wrap around my pubis, and then let flow, and God damn if she didn't start drinking it like she was made for it. It's not like in porn where they let it spill out so you can see it. She wanted all of it, and she got it.

I came up empty before either of us were really ready to stop, but then I pulled her up to kiss her, tasting my pussy and my piss on her lips. Then we fucked, hard, in the shower, with a strapon, me behind her pulling her back onto me. I didn't cum until I forcefully pulled her face down to my pussy and ordered her to lick me clean.

Then after that, I felt really guilty for being so forceful, so I helped her to bed and spent a long time tenderly licking her vulva until she begged me to stop because she couldn't stand to cum anymore.

It was, in a word, hot. Hot as hell, in fact. We discussed it and she was totally game, wanted more. Plus she's interested in peeing her panties, or doing it outside. It's getting too cold to do that these days, but who knows?

Anyway, Zoe's a little piss freak. Who would have guessed?

Swimwear Makes Me Horny

I'm back. I told you I would be.

The title of this post is the God's honest truth: I love a gal in a bikini, including myself. Wearing a swimsuit, of any sort, seems to press my buttons a little. I don't know if it's the exposed nature of it or what.

Anyway, Sveta, Zoe, and I went to the local pool the other day and met with some friends. You probably don't remember Jax and Poppy because the last time I talked about them was so long ago I was still working retail, but we've stayed in touch, though we didn't really see each other that often. They came to the wedding though and were part of the terrific after-after-party. Anyway, they invited us to the pool, and said quietly to me that they wanted to meet more of Miss Zoe (they'd met her previously, but they wanted some alone time with her), so we accepted.

I wasn't feeling awesome about my body that day. That's a regular feature of me recently, I'm afraid. I'm not fishing for compliments, but getting older and weighing a few more pounds puts me into a mild dysphoria or something like that. Anyway, I had to be practically shoved into my bathing suit by Sveta. It didn't help that she looked so amazing in hers that I just wanted to take it off her again. And then Zoe looked great in hers too, and I felt like the Ugly Duckling with all this nubile young flesh about. But once in my suit, it worked its magic and I didn't want to bother going to to the pool, I just wanted to invited Jax and Poppy back to our house and skip the great outdoors altogether.

But we had fun. Poppy was wearing a fairly conservative one-piece but it still managed to flatter her curves, and Jax was wearing these frilly things that looked like they were about ready to fall off of her and just made me wish it was a private pool. We did the usual silly things, splashed each other, acted not at all our age, generally just made people wish they were us, I guess.

I started fooling with Jax almost immediately. She kept swatting me away until I started whispering sweet nothings in her ear and she finally let me slip my hand into her bottoms. I didn't do much; pool water is a lousy lube and it's not like there weren't fifty other people there, but I tickled her a little.

Poppy seemed similarly taken with Zoe, and they were almost snuggled up by the time Sveta, being the brains of the outfit, said in no uncertain terms that she was getting out and leaving if we didn't behave a bit better.

"Well, why don't we all get out and misbehave somewhere more comfortable," I said, because if I didn't have a pussy on my face in the next few minutes I was going to start screaming. So we all agreed to go back to their place because, like I said, they've got a nicer place, plus our place is... in process, shall we say. Busy times have not been kind to our state of preparedness for company.

We all piled into their car because the three locals had walked, and I confess that during the drive some hanky was pankied, but nothing much to write home about, just some brief flashes of nipples and gropes. We made it through their door without removing any clothing, and then it was like an explosion of lesbians everywhere. Poppy snagged Zoe and made off with her to the couch, while I dove into Jax's snatch and she had her face juiced by Sveta. Rough and tumble was the order of the day. Jax is extremely ready for rough, and I was practically fisting her by the time she came.

The trio separated after a while to watch as Poppy took Zoe to school. I mean, I think Zoe might have someone else to love now, because Poppy had her cumming like it was on sale. It was slightly humbling, honestly. But I didn't get much of a chance to feel too humble because Jax started giggling with Sveta and they both pulled on strapons and DPed me. It's not quite as good as two cocks, sorry ladies but rubber is never going to feel a nice as a warm cock inside me. But it was very nice, particularly because Jax was in my ass with a studded dildo that made me beg for mercy.

I came hard and then it was Sveta's turn for the wringer. I told Jax to swap out for something a little more reasonable if she was going to fuck my wife's ass, which made her laugh and made Sveta, bless her heart, blush a little. Then we reoriented, and Sveta sank down on Jax's dil until she was lying back against her, Jax's arms around her and stroking her beautiful breasts. I guided my dil in gently because Sveta hasn't got the DP experience I do, and we slowly fucked like that until Sveta was whimpering nonsense and grasping feebly at my hips to pull me in. She must have cum somewhere in the mix, but she was blissed out so hard she didn't say anything, just kept moaning softly.

I looked over and Zoe looked pretty spent, though I'm sorry I missed so much of what spent her. Jax called Poppy over and we let Sveta down slowly and then replaced her with Poppy, who was making out with Jax while I fucked her ass hard with the studded dildo. Zoe must have regained her strength at a certain point because she showed up between them, or rather her pelvis did. Poppy and Jax are not shy about tossing salads, so Zoe got licked from both ends, and from what I heard from her later she is going to expect that level of treatment from her two regular partners more often. It's okay. I'm not a giant ass-eater but I'll do it.

Everyone was cumming, everyone was sweating, and a good old-fashioned fun time was had by all. After that, we lay back on various items of furniture, totally naked and steaming, and had drinks and discussed things. Zoe, bless her heart, was pondering getting a little DP action but decided against it, so she and Jax snuggled and then scissored and made out for a while. Sveta made her way around Poppy's body with her tongue, while I let Poppy show me a thing or two about head. Orgasms were had again, here and there, though there wasn't the fierce urgency at this point.

Then Poppy drove us home because Jax was curled up asleep on the couch. We invited her in, strictly for reciprocity's sake, but she didn't accept and no one was insulted.

And I managed to get a sunburn, even though I had all kinds of sunscreen on. Fortunately the endorphins and adrenaline of the orgy were enough to keep my from hurting then, but the next few days were less pleasant.

We might get to see them again before the summer is out. Anyway, I hope this was worth the wait. The internet has been restored and hopefully will remain so, and while I don't guarantee anything, I should hopefully be able to report on any fun that happens.

Father's Day

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'll join you!"

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

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

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

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

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

How to Handle Liam and Zoe

Liam unexpectedly showed up at the house several days ago when Zoe was around. Fortunately his mom didn't show up too because that would have made things even more interesting, but things were interesting enough. Kate and Kevin are out of town visiting colleges. They grow up so fast, but Kevin seems to be hitting the college search stage early. I'm not sure if that's just the new normal or what. Anyway.

So Liam thought he'd surprise us. And showed up. And then had to endure an hour of awkward small talk where Sveta and I danced around the fact that he'd shown up for a booty call and is decidedly younger than it seems like would be booty call material for us.

He almost left without getting any, which would have suited no one, and we all almost let cats out of bags during the awkward conversation. Finally, Sveta took charge, thank goodness, because I was starting to wonder if it wouldn't just be easier to kill myself.

"Um, Zoe, I know this is awkward, but we know his mom, and... well, she wanted his first time to be in a safe and nurturing environment, so we volunteered," said Sveta, or words to that effect. Honestly, I was so proud of her for being able to say anything coherent.

"Oh my God," said Zoe. "So you're supposed to be having his first time right now and you're stuck talking to me..."

"No, no, that was... a while ago. But we like Liam and he likes us and..." I hastened to interject, now that a course had been charted.

"Oh." Zoe's face fell a little. I honestly think she was excited by the idea of us deflowering a teenager. "So you'd like me to make myself scarce."

"You can join in," said Liam unhelpfully. I gave him a "shut up" look, echoed by Sveta. 

"Zoe is only interested in girls," said Sveta while I was still trying to think of the most diplomatic way to put it. Sometimes straight to the point is best.

"Sorry, you seem nice and all..." said Zoe, sounding like she didn't really mean it. "It's okay. I'll just watch TV down here." And it's a measure of how much I think she's worked through that it didn't sound like she was being passive aggressive about it at all.

There was a bit more discussion, not really of anything new, and then Sveta, Liam, and I went upstairs to the bedroom.

"Next time you're going to drop by, please call first," I said, and given the way I feel about receiving telephone calls, that means something.

"Sorry. I didn't realize..." he started, but Sveta shut him up by kissing him, and things devolved from discussion to sexy times pretty quickly thereafter. "I haven't gotten any pussy in days, since mom left," he said once she released him and started pulling off her blouse.

"Poor baby," I said, already topless. He dropped both his pants and underwear at once. God, his cock has grown into a regular man-sized muscle. I remember when it was at least an inch shorter and skinnier too. Occasionally I miss it, but I'm a freak.

"When you're in college you're going to have to make your own fun," laughed Sveta, shucking her panties. The two of them together is really hot too. I know she feels the same way about seeing me and him together, but this time I wanted to take in the show.

"Just be respectful and matter of fact with girls and they'll probably be happy to let you do them any which way you please," I said. "For instance, I think you should respectfully beg me to let my wife fuck you. Just for practice."

Sveta giggled, Liam blushed, but then he got down on his knees, put his hands together, and begged. "Please, please can I fuck Sveta?" he said, and I think he meant it a bit more than he was letting on. The lack of pussy must have been getting to him.

Sveta laughed and said, "She's not the boss of me. Yes, as long as you eat me out a little first." She likes to make him practice.

So I got to sit back and watch Liam eat my wife out until she begged him to fuck her. Which was pretty arousing, let me tell you. I know, you'd all kill to have been there. Liam is getting good with his tongue, which bodes well for his chances of satisfying girls at college. I know his mother appreciates his talents, and Sveta was appreciating them too. She didn't cum but I think she wanted to cum on his cock, not his tongue.

Then she lay back and he guided that delightful young cock into her and started slowly thrusting, building the suspense, until she moaned, "Oh fuck, I'm cumming!" in a voice which would have made me cum if I'd been him, so I totally understood when he pressed home in a hurry and grunted and painted her insides white.

"I love getting creamed when I'm cumming," Sveta sighed, "but it means I stop cumming too soon."

"I can fix that," I said. And I spent an enjoyable time licking every drop of Liam's semen out of her until she came again, hard, her thighs clamped around my head, cutting off my air supply. My face was wet by the time I finished, and I barely had time to catch my breath before Liam was inside me.

"That was so hot," he said. "I got hard without even touching myself."

He was gripping my hips and thrusting into me, and I came almost immediately, then again shortly thereafter. Then he took a breather, still hard, while Sveta and I made out for his amusement because we spoil him terribly. He wanted to watch us do more than make out, so we attempted to 69 even though with the height difference we find that difficult.

"I wish Zoe was here, even if she just wanted to do you guys and leave me alone," said Liam

"What, two hot girls aren't enough for you?" laughed Sveta.

"Besides, I know you. You'd be trying to convince her to just give you a try the whole time," I said, which isn't fair. Liam understands consent, even if he rarely gets told no by us.

"Can I help it that I want to see all three of you?" Liam said, looking insulted.

"Shut up and lie down," I told him. He laughed and did so, his cock sticking up charmingly like a target. I straddled that, Sveta straddled his face, and we proved to him that two girls is probably more than enough.

I enjoyed being able to look Sveta in the face while fucking. She eventually said he was a little too  distracted and hopped off again, but for the time we were facing each other it was nice. Eventually they were making out while I rode him, and when he came he didn't stop making out with her, so I dismounted and lay back and watched them make out.

"I'm really going to miss you guys in college," he said finally when they came up for air. "Mom too."

He looked crestfallen. I mean, can you blame him. He's got hot and cold running sex at a time when most kids are just having their first awkward encounters. He's heading to college with confidence, I hope, but still, he hasn't really had to work for his supper, as it were.

Sveta was reassuring him that he'd make new friends. I just let her do that. She still vaguely remembers college. Me, I'm ancient.

Reassurances turned to kissing and stroking, and when I jumped in and gave him a little oral action, Liam was ready for round three. I let Sveta have him. In fact, I slipped out of the room while he was slowly, tenderly even, spooning with her. I could have watched but I figured I'd check on Zoe to make sure she wasn't feeling too left out.

"How's it going?" she asked me with a glance at my nakedness.

"He's... I'm not going to lie, he's a great kid," I said, sitting down next to her. "He didn't mean anything by inviting you to join."

"I know. He seems nice. Is he big?"

"He knows how to use it."

"I'm sure he's had good teachers," she said with a little laugh.

"I'm sorry."

"For what?" 

"I know you must feel left out."

"I mean, I do, but it's okay. Besides, I don't know his mom. She might not approve."

"I doubt that."

"So you really broke his cherry?"

I hate lying to her, but... "Yes."

"Sveta too?" 

"No, that first time was just me." Which is sort of true I guess. "I mean, can you imagine his first time having to please two women?" 

"I can barely handle pleasing one."

"Don't say that. You're wonderful." And I kissed her to show I meant it.

And she returned the kiss forcefully. Her hands went to my tits immediately. "Are you that horny?" I asked her a little breathlessly.

"Please. I need you."

Ok. We made out for another minute, then she stripped in a rush and was back to me just as quickly. She guided my mouth to her nipples, then down to her snatch. She was dripping wet, and she didn't take long to get off. But she didn't let me go after that.

"Let me please you," she whispered throatily, then without any response on my part she dove between my legs, tongue going crazy on my clit. I was primed and ready to blow, so to speak, so it didn't take much, and I kept her licking through the O and on after it, feeling very pleased indeed.

And then she squeaked and moved to cover herself. I looked up and Liam was coming down the stairs, totally naked. I guess he figured if I could do it, he could. Honestly, Zoe still hasn't quite gotten used to being naked around the house, but she's used to Sveta and I doing it.

Zoe was beet red, stammering all kinds of nonsense. Liam blushed a little too when he understood that he probably shouldn't have come downstairs, but he needed a drink of water and anyway Sveta is at least partially to blame. She could have stopped him. Little minx.

Liam grabbed his drink and beat a hasty retreat, and I had to spend a few minutes reassuring Zoe that it was fine. She wasn't traumatized or anything, just embarrassed at first. Again, I think it was a combination of not being used to just being naked without embarrassment, particularly around boys, and not being used to someone walking through the room while you're fucking, which I get. Sveta still has lingering aspects of the latter. Not everyone has my upbringing.

Anyway, after reassurances, Zoe sent me back upstairs because she said she didn't want me to miss out. And I don't think she was perturbed by this. Which is good.

I came back to the bedroom to find the two co-conspirators fucking again, or still, or whatever. Liam got a little red when he saw me and tried to explain or whatever, but I waved him away and told him it was fine. And I guess it was, mostly. It's part of the Casa Lexi experience to occasionally walk through rooms where people are fucking, so best for everyone to get used to the idea.

I did tell him he owed me an orgasm since Zoe had been interrupted, and like a good boy he asked if I wanted it from his tongue or his cock.

"Have you cum in Sveta twice?" I asked.

"No, I was just getting close."

"Go on, if you want his cock, take it," laughed Sveta.

"I can probably go for four if I take a break," he hastened to reassure me. Ah, the young.

"No, she should get one now," insisted Sveta.

"But I wanted him to fuck my ass," I said, a little petulantly. Like kids with a toy, we are.

"Fine, finish up in me and we'll take a break and then baby can have her buttfuck," laughed Sveta.

Liam flipped her over after she said that and started humping away at her backside, drawing several loud moans from her. I reached down and diddled with one hand while stroking his balls with the other, and shortly afterward I was rewarded by first her orgasm and then his.

Then I went and made dinner. Zoe stopped me and asked, "Um... Should I stay, you know, naked, or are you all putting clothes on?"

"If you're not comfortable, I'll make them put clothes on."

"No, I don't want to do that. I'll just..."

"Whatever you want, honey. This has already been hard for you. No reason to make it more so." 

"I'm fine, really." 

"Ok, if you're sure." She was sure. Like I said, getting used to the idea.

While I was making dinner, Liam came up behind me and started nuzzling my neck. "Can we do it right here?" he murmured.

"Jeez,. I thought you needed a break."

"I did, but then I came down and got a better look at Zoe and..."

"Were you ogling her?" 

"No! I just..."

"Fine. Here, use a little olive oil." The kitchen might be the only room where we don't have lube stashed. 

Which is how Zoe found Liam fucking my ass against the kitchen counter. I only learned this later, given that Liam and I were facing away from the door when Zoe and Sveta came in. According to Zoe, it was pretty hot. So that's good.

There wasn't much spunk when he finally spent in my bowels, but that's okay. Then I finished making dinner, and we all ate naked, and then Liam got himself back together and went home. And Sveta and I tag-teamed Zoe until she begged us to stop.

I had stuff planned for that day too. None of it got done. Ah well. Boys will be boys.

Zoe Works Through Some Stuff

 Zoe came to me and said, "Lexi, I really need a good, hard fuck, you know? Not that what we usually do is bad or anything. I love that. But I haven't had it hard in a while and..."

"I can totally get that," I said, reassuring her. "Do you want me to see if my brother is available?" I said that mostly without thinking.

"Wouldn't that be weird? I mean, wouldn't he feel weird doing me like that?" I could tell she was a little weirded out by that idea, so I backed off on it.

"Mike's fine with that, but if you're not..."

"Nothing against your brother, but I didn't want a guy I don't know."

"Oh. Is there a guy you do know?" 

"I was hoping you might... I mean, with a toy. I just needed it from someone I trust and I trust you."

Ah. I really thought she was trying to get back in the saddle on the boy question. Like I've said before, I just want her to be happy, and if being a lesbian and not bi makes her happy, then that's great. So of course I was willing to help.

It's more difficult to fuck someone hard with a double dil, so I put that thought aside and went with the strap-on. Some days I wish I could sprout a cock at will, but until they develop that technology, I've got a range of options, so I selected one which wasn't huge (because size doesn't matter that much, fellas) and we adjourned to the bedroom.

Sveta asked idly if we wanted her to join us, but Zoe said she wanted a little alone time, so Sveta stayed downstairs. "Don't break the bed," she laughed vs flicked the tip of my fake dick because she's incorrigible.

So Zoe and I went upstairs, I strapped in, and I fucked her as hard as I could. My stamina is not as good as it was before the pandemic (you'd think I'd have more practice, but I haven't been fucking people hard that often) but I made a respectable effort. At a certain point she begged me to get a bigger dil, which I was happy to do. I know I said size doesn't matter above, and it doesn't, but in dildos when you're really going to town on someone, it kind of does. Sorry fellas.

And then she was begging me to spank her, which is not something I get often, but I'm happy to oblige. And then she was begging me to pull her hair, which is definitely not something I get often, but hey, when in Rome. I was being all Domme-y, as Domme-y as I get anyway, and she was lying there with her ass in the air and cumming as I pistoned in and out of her.

Finally, after I was pretty sure I had had enough, she had had enough, which was satisfying. I wrapped her up into a snuggle and told her that I was happy I could give her what she needed, and she started crying. "I feel so bad about wanting it like that," she said.

"Why?"

"Because... it's not loving."

So we had a talk about how sex and love weren't the same thing, and how I was perfectly capable of feeling her love for me even if she wanted to be fucked hard, even if I might prefer it another way most times, even if, and I stressed this, she was with another person than me. That didn't make an impression on her. I swear, she's fallen for me and I really wish she'd find someone else because I'm not sure I'm capable of loving her the way she wants. I don't know. I've never tried polyamorous stuff before because, as I've mentioned, my love is kind of strange to begin with.

Whatever. She stopped crying, and we snuggled a little, and then she let me go make dinner.

So I don't know if she's done working through the stuff she's working through. But at least it was a start, I guess.

She said next time she needs it hard, she wants to be double-teamed. I'm here for that. Sveta could use a little practice with the strapon.

Sveta Scores

So Sveta brought home a guy tonight. This has, of course, pissed off Zoe, who refuses to admit that she's pissed off but who doesn't want to have anything to do with guys right now. She's more pissed off that I didn't just let Sveta and her friend have the bed and join Zoe on the couch. Ah well. She's down there asleep, they're in bed snuggled up and asleep, and I'm an insomniac so I'm writing this.

Lest you think that Sveta is trolling seedy bars for booty, this is a guy she knew in college. The craziest part is that they didn't fuck in college. But he was going to be in the area and asked if he could visit, and she was all about that. I think poor Sveta needs some loving from a good hard cock more frequently than she gets it, unfortunately, what with COVID and all.

Anyway, the two of them went out for dinner to catch up, whatever, and I didn't think anything was going to come of it until she texted me at work and said that basically he'd always had a thing for her but hadn't acted on it, and when he confessed that to her she was like, "Oh, Lexi doesn't mind, in fact she'd probably like to share you," which is not something guys dislike to hear, in my experience, so they were going to come home and fuck some and if I wanted to share I should come home too.

Work being what it was, I didn't get home until after they'd already had one horizontal mambo, and he was still building up his stamina for round two, but he was totally down with watching the two of us go at it, which we did quite nicely thank you, to the point where he basically knocked on my butt and asked politely if he could be let in. I deferred to Sveta, who needed cock more than I did, but she said he was welcome to start with me and finish with her. A lady likes to be asked.

He pressed into me with enthusiasm and I went back to eating Sveta out, then after a suitable length of time he pulled out and we shuffled places until he could get into my wife (I love saying that) and I could get some of her tongue. I came on her, not him, but he wasn't bad, just a little one-note. He came in her (for a second time) after a perfectly respectable length of time, and then I licked cum out of her until she finally came.

That got him ready to go again (I admire a man who can handle multiple times) and it seemed like I was going to be a bit of the third wheel in this situation, so I retreated to console Zoe, who as I said is pissed but won't admit it. Sveta was making all kinds of noise upstairs and we tried hard to ignore it and watched TV. Then they quieted down and I went back upstairs and Sveta practically begged me to eat the cum out of her again, which I was happy to do. He was spent for the evening, but three times and for as long as they went is perfectly serviceable, and anyway she was pretty spent too. They were making out and cuddling next to me when we turned the lights out, and I don't know, maybe there were some signs of life on his part and he got it into her again, but I'm pretty sure sleep overtook any attempt.

So that's what's going on tonight Chez Lexi. I might go down in a bit and try to cheer Zoe up sexually. She'd appreciate that. She really isn't being bitchy about it, but it's pretty clear this isn't making her happy.

The Problem With Zoe

Zoe is spending a lot of time here. Like, she's basically living here, which makes her roommates happy as clams because they get more space, but which...

I'm not thinking of charging her rent or anything. She doesn't take up much space here, albeit that occasionally we all three have to get ready at the same time and the bathroom is quite small for two, let alone three.

And the sex is great. Having someone available basically 24/7 to play with is the dream, and between Sveta and Zoe I have 90% coverage. We have threesomes on the regular, yes, but there's also twosomes for when one or the other of us isn't available for whatever reason. Part of the reason I haven't been going crazy not getting any outside the house is because inside the house I get plenty. And lord knows I'm not complaining about that at all.

The problem is that Zoe doesn't know everything. She doesn't even know some things. Basically, Zoe knows that Sveta and I have an open marriage and that's about it.

Part of that is that she gets jealous sometimes. If I brought home one of my recent conquests, she'd be okay with it, but she gets jealous if it seems like I'm paying more attention to Sveta, my fucking wife, so yeah, there's definitely that.

The other part is that she doesn't know about the family stuff. Sveta thinks I should tell her. Sveta is entirely too comfortable with that idea. She points out that she didn't freak out and tell the cops, so why would Zoe? I point out that Sveta is amazing and extraordinary and that a lot of people wouldn't feel that way, plus Zoe is pretty much off men at this point so it's not like I could introduce the idea like I did with Sveta. Plus I'm just worried. Zoe is... flaky? Unreliable? Jealous?

I know it's not a good situation, believe me. The relationship is complicated.

So now my parents are feeling comfortable enough to visit and I want them to visit because I haven't been with my Daddy in far too long, and Sveta wants a turn too, and all I want to do is just tell Zoe to get lost for a day or so while we take care of business, but she'd want to know why. And she'd probably be jealous. But we can't have my parents over for fun if Zoe will be there. And she's starting to wonder why she can't meet my family, since she knows they're okay with my polyamorousness (if that's even the right word; I don't want to claim something I'm not).

Let no one say that running a lesbian commune was easy.

Sorry this isn't more sexy. I can provide some glimpses into the more sexy aspects of having two women at my beck and call if anyone's curious. Say the word.

Pregnancy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Zoe Remains Complicated

 So Zoe came over this weekend and dropped the bombshell that it turns out that her girlfriend didn't know that Zoe was continuing to fuck me and Sveta and found out because Zoe told her when she was breaking up with her because Zoe is still convinced that she's in love with me. See. Complicated.

When Zoe started dating this other girl, we did meet her, but apparently Zoe did not, as she had claimed, tell her about us. She told us that girlfriend was okay if Zoe went out and got some from others, and maybe that's true, but Zoe never told girlfriend that those others were exclusively me (and Sveta) and that Zoe was basically seeing girlfriend in a vain attempt to stop being in love with me.

It should be noted that I knew that Zoe had some feelings for me, but we'd discussed it and I made it clear that while I love her, I am not in love with her. I have never really tried polyamory as such. Most of my relationships have been multiple partners but each with their own degree of love/affection, and only one was the main partner. Or there has been no main partner and it's been fuck-buddies all around. I don't think you need to put labels on love, and I do think you can love multiple people at the same time, but I've never tried living with more than one of them, particularly when I was married to one (well, obviously, since Sveta's my first and hopefully only foray down the aisle).

It should also be noted that Zoe is younger than Sveta, who is already too young for me. I am not complaining about attracting nubile young things to my sphere of fuck-fluence. I really am not. But she's young and it makes me feel guilty, particularly that she's tying herself to me, an old biddy, when she should be spending her youth going out and getting new experiences.

It should also, also be noted that she has no idea about my family, and I'll be honest, I'm not sure how she'd react. She knows I fuck around. She knows that Sveta and I aren't exclusive, obviously. But she's never even really met my parents. She met them at the wedding, and that's it I think. She's never read this blog (and never will unless things change drastically) And obviously I couldn't keep a secret that big if she were to become someone I really love and care about. I couldn't.

I don't know how I managed it with Sveta. She's one of a very few people I've ever told about my family life (present company excluded, of course) and she was not only okay with it, she wanted to join in. Further sign from the universe that she's perfect for me. I don't get that from Zoe. Maybe I'm just looking for excuses.

So, needless to say, she was prepared for me to be pissed off about this. Not that she loves me (we've talked about it, as I said) but that she was lying. And I told her straight out that I wasn't happy about that, but that I couldn't make her decisions for her, and that I just wished she'd been honest with everyone so no one would get hurt.

And then she said that being honest would have meant she got hurt, which I'm not totally sure I buy, but I accept as something she believes. I don't want Zoe to get hurt either. She doesn't want Sveta to get hurt, but Sveta was just like, "Whatever, not my circus, not my monkeys." So that went better than I expected. I talked to Sveta later to make sure she didn't have a problem with it and she said that she really didn't, but if Zoe thinks Sveta's going to let her muscle in on her territory, think again. It was incredibly hot that she got possessive like that. Not going to lie.

Anyway, that's neither here nor there.

So we talked some more and I tried again to make it clear that I didn't think that Zoe and I could have a relationship like that. That she should find some nice person, girl or guy, to be with who will accept that Zoe likes to sleep around a little, maybe join in. Sveta and I would happily do some foursome swapping with Zoe's significant other. And Zoe agreed and said all the right things and pretty soon was making out with me because I'm not good under pressure and she is hot.

She whispered in my ear that she wanted to eat Sveta out while I fucked her from behind, and I told her to say it louder because Sveta needed to hear, so Zoe got all red in the face and stammered, "I, um, wanna lick you while Lexi fucks me." Sveta giggled and pulled off her bottoms and spread her legs, and I had to leave that vision of loveliness to hunt down a strapon, but you can bet I was motivated to get into it as quickly as possible.

Sveta was already well on her way by the time I got back and pulled down Zoe's panties. Her cunt was dripping, didn't even need lube on the dil, and pressed into her slowly but firmly until I was all the way in, then eased back out, all the way, teasing her a little, until she was moaning into Sveta's cumming pussy, begging me to fuck her hard. So I fucked her hard from behind. Sveta got finished and went to clean up a little, and I felt like kissing, so I rolled Zoe over and mounted her missionary, something I don't do as often as you'd like, given my predilections for that position. We were making out hard, hands on flanks, on asses, on tits, while I slowly and firmly fucked her with my strapon, feeling the base rub against my clit, getting me closer and closer

Zoe didn't announce her orgasm because we were just too into each other, but I know she came at least once before I pulled the strapon off and started tribbing, our wet pussies rubbing together. Zoe likes penetration like I do, so this isn't something we do, normally, but over the course of the Quarantimes with Sveta I've perfected my technique and I really enjoy the feeling of closeness you can get.

I was all set to cum when Zoe moaned, "Oh fuck, I love you so much! I love you I love you Lexi fuck I love you." Or words to that effect. I almost stopped dead. She's totally not over me. But I was so close and I was so hot for it that I just let it slide, muttered, "Shut up and cum baby," and planted my lips on hers to keep her from embarrassing herself further. Well, not embarrassing. I don't know. Incriminating? Whatever.

I didn't cum as hard as I thought, probably got taken out of the moment, but I came and she came and we came and I tried to just ignore what had happened. We enjoyed the afterglow wrapped up in each other. I think she enjoyed it more than I did. I don't think Sveta heard her.

And the thing is, I realized that I'd never done that with Zoe. It had basically just been Sveta for the longest time. And I felt really guilty, which was part of the reason why Sveta and I talked after Zoe went home. And we wound up fucking, because as I said it was super sexy to see Sveta get possessive, since she's usually not at all possessive. We were pressed against each other, body to body, wrapped up in each other, sort of rubbing pussies across the tops of each other's thighs, and then when she got close I moved myself so her lips were touching mine and felt the warm rush as she came, which made me cum, and it was totally different and I don't know how to tell Zoe that.

I love Zoe like a sister, which is saying something, like a kid sister who I don't want to lose. But I don't love her like Sveta. I love Sveta in a way which I didn't think I was capable of for so long. She fixed that part of me. Zoe is a great lay, and she's a nice girl, and I just love her like that. But she obviously loves me in a different way, and someone's going to get hurt because of that.

Anyway, that's the latest in news about Zoe. You may hear more from her because she's one of the few people we currently trust enough to associate with in a highly physical way. But maybe not, because it might get boring to hear the same stuff over and over again. Feel free to drop me a line and let me know what you think.

Updates

What have I been up to, you may ask.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Zoe Visits

I had the day off a few days ago (actually, I've had a few days off, but this was the day that mattered) and was lounging around the house waiting for Sveta to get off work, when I got a text from Zoe.  "Hey, can I come over?  Really stressed."

Therapy day!

She's got lots of work which is due and she's stressing out about it, so she needed a breather, and hey, rather than going to a club or something (yeah, there are so many clubs around here) she wanted to come over and blow off some steam.  Who am I to refuse that?

She showed up pretty quickly.  "I was already near here, driving around, trying to clear my head.  I figured maybe you might be free."

"Free as a bird."

"Can you please make me cum?  I haven't had any in so long."

I can't think of words I was more happy to hear at that moment.  "Not even playing with yourself?"

"It just revs me up.  I need you.  I need someone.  Sorry, that sounded awful.  But I really need to cum please."

Your wish is my command, nymph.  We were naked in the bed in short order, and I didn't waste any time getting my head between her legs.  Poor thing was soaking wet, dripping juice.  She needed it badly.  I didn't bother with frills, just dove in, fingers inside her, tongue lapping at her clit, and she came, hard.  Harder than I think I've ever seen Zoe cum, to be honest.  She screamed, "Yes! Yes!" and squashed my head between her thighs.

I didn't let up, and she didn't stop me, and pretty soon I had my other hand under the first one, massaging her asshole, three fingers in her cunt, sloppy and a bit rough.  When I pressed my middle finger into her butt, she sighed and then tensed up again, and I had to work slowly to get it all the way in, but eventually I was up to my palm in both ass and pussy, flicking away at her clit, and she was rocking her hips up and down.

We worked up a rhythm and she came again, and this time it wasn't hard, it was soft, waves and waves, her muscles tensing slightly, then relaxing.  I could feel it more in her ass, which still isn't used to penetration.

"Thank you," she said finally, pulling me up and kissing my pussy-juice-stained lips, looking very tired.  "God, I love you Lexi."

"My pleasure, honey.  I love making you cum."

"No, I mean, I might be falling in love with you."

Okay, if this were a movie trailer, right about here is where the record scratch sound effect would play.  And then the announcer would say, "But she's about to find out that coeds... fall hard."  Fortunately, it isn't a movie.

"You don't mean that.  You're stressed out and lonely.  If Sveta had been home and I hadn't been..."

"I am lonely.  Really lonely.  And you've been so nice, and you make me feel amazing..."

"Honey, sex isn't love.  I mean, I love you, but we're not falling in love.  We don't know each other that well."

And then she started crying, and I'll just skip the parts where I had to reassure her that I wasn't angry and that I did love her and that it was okay if she loved me but that she was... etc.  And then she fell asleep.

I let her sleep.  Sveta came home and I told her an abbreviated version.  "Well of course she's falling in love with you," said Sveta.  "I mean, I fell in love with you."

"She's not, though," I said.  "She's stressed."

"Are you worried I'll be jealous?"

"No, of course not.  I mean, I don't want you to be jealous..."

"I'm not.  She's nice, and she's sexy, and she's lonely.  I'm jealous that all the cute girls throw themselves at you because I want some cute girls to throw themselves at me."

We climbed into bed with Zoe and snuggled her, and she cried a bit more, and she was apologizing again, etc.  And then she started kissing Sveta, and things got less comforting and more sexy, and pretty soon Zoe was eating Sveta out while I fucked Zoe's pussy with a dildo.  Poor Lexi got next to nothing.  But that's okay.  Getting to play with two cute girls is plenty.

And after that, things brightened considerably.  Zoe apologized again, but no tears this time, and said that she loved Sveta too, and both of us, and that we were the best thing that ever happened to her.  I really think she needs to find some better things to happen to her, because while Sveta and I are awesome in the sack, we're not winning-the-lottery-while-being-elected-Pope awesome.  Sex is great, but you can have great sex and still have a crummy life.

Then Zoe shook herself out of the post-coital bliss and said she had to get back to work.  We told her to drop by any time she needed a bit of a breather, so we may see her again, although with spring break approaching she may have other plans.  We didn't ask.  I hope she finds some other social circles to perk her up, although I'm totally fine with perking her up a bit.

I shouldn't sell myself short, I guess, but I always feel guilty when people are tying themselves to me.  I still sometimes feel guilty that Sveta wound up with me instead of someone her own age with a better job, better health, better whatever.  It makes me feel like a millstone.

And while I am completely okay with the idea of polyamory, I really don't think it's a good idea for me to start a lesbian commune with a bunch of younger women.  I know, what a problem to have, but while I might be able to deal with it, I'm not sure either Sveta or Zoe would be able to share, when it came down to it.  And I'd probably favor Sveta.  Zoe is very nice, but I don't know her that well.

Is she falling in love with me?  I hope not.  I hope it was just loneliness and stress.  I don't need this in my life.  I tried to make it clear to Zoe that I wasn't denying her feelings or anything and that I would be happy to talk with her about things when she wasn't feeling this stressed.  I hope I haven't driven her away and made her feel worse.

And yet, it certainly is a fantasy: my own private harem of cute girls.  I feel guilty about that too.

A Fancy Dinner Party

So I said I was going to have Zoe over.  I said it and said it.  And planned.  And plans fell through.  And life intervened.  And I figured okay, I'm probably going to let this one slip away, at least until we do another show together.  And that's fine.

But then the stars aligned and we were free and she was free, so, expecting every minute that something would again come up and ruin the fun, I invited Zoe over for dinner and a movie and whatever else might happen.  No pressure.

She was naked within five minutes.

Getting ahead of myself.  She arrived, did introductions with Sveta, they kissed, Sveta said, "I love this gal," and they were fast friends, by which I mean that they were making out pretty much instantly.  As I've said, Sveta is still shy about picking up girls.  Plus, this town, not so great for picking up girls if you're a girl anyway.  So she was thrilled to have this coed presented to her like a present.

Zoe was wearing (and I stress the past tense because she didn't wear anything long) these extremely form-hugging leggings which showed off her delightful curves, and I noticed when I ran a hand over her ass that she didn't seem to be wearing anything else.  I slipped my hand between her legs (she was busy sticking her tongue down Sveta's throat) and yep, no undies.  I could feel the outline of her labia through the fabric.  She had been wearing a sweater (it was cold) but with that off, she wasn't wearing any bra either.  "I figured why waste time," she said, grinning, as Sveta wasted none getting the blouse up and going to town on Zoe's breasts.

I think Sveta likes bigger breasts than I do.  Or rather, she may be more of a "breast man" than I am; I like them all sizes, but Sveta fixates on boobs.  Since she's got a very nice pair of them, nicer than mine, I'm spoiled.  I feel bad that she has to make do with my not-so-ample bosom most of the time.  But this was her chance to have some nice big ones, and she took advantage.

At a certain point, Sveta and I realized we were still standing basically in the doorway, fully clothed, with Zoe basically naked.  We all laughed and moved away from the door.  I said, "If you'd like to eat first..." which was drowned out immediately by two voices telling me to shut up and get in the bedroom.

Once there, I kind of sat back and kibitzed while Zoe and Sveta went to town on each other.  Once Sveta was between Zoe's legs, I did jump in and kiss all over Zoe's body because it was just so kissable, and she in turn snaked a hand between my thighs and slipped a finger into me, but she was pretty distracted so it was basically just friendly.  I'd warned Sveta that Zoe is pretty orgasmic and to keep at it, and Sveta is no slouch, so between us we had the poor girl rocking and rolling.

Eventually she begged us to stop or she was going to completely evaporate into a mist of pussy juice (well, she didn't say that, but the intent was clear) and so I grabbed Sveta's hips and went to town on her.  Zoe eventually came around to watch, and I basically tagged her in because I wanted her to get a full-force Sveta orgasm.  She didn't disappoint.  Zoe may not have the moves, but I warmed Sveta up and Zoe knocked her down.

Then, because I think ahead and am hopeful, I said, "Now, I've got plenty of lube and some toys, let's see what we can do with Zoe's ass."  Sveta grinned and Zoe looked a little nervous, but once we started lubing her up she totally forgot the nerves.

I'm still holding out hope that the first thing Zoe gets in her ass that's like a cock will actually be a cock.  I have a few people in mind for that.  But no one said I couldn't bend the rules a little and use plugs, and I have plugs aplenty.  "I'm going to start you off with a small one," I said, showing her one of my entry-level, everyday plugs.  She had no idea what it was, bless her heart.  So I offered to show her how it worked.

"Maybe once you're used to it, you can graduate to something more like this," I said, pulling out one of the bigger ones.  Sveta drizzled lube over my asshole and then she and Zoe had fun pressing the plug in.

"That's so sexy," Zoe said after watching my anus pucker over the cone and then lock in just below the base.

"It feels even better," I said.  It absolutely did.  "We'll be plug buddies.  Thank goodness I've got enough to go around."  So pretty soon Sveta had her favorite, a medium hard plastic one, up inside her, and then we turned back to Zoe.

First anal insertions are always a little tricky.  Plus I had no idea how prepped Zoe was, in terms of not being ready to shit all over everything.  But while it took a little pressure, the plug went in pretty easily and she gasped and said, "Is that all of it?"

"Yep," I said, stroking her ass.  "You've got your very first buttplug in your ass, dear."

"I can't believe it's in there," she said.  "It feels full, but it doesn't hurt or anything."

"Do you like it?" Sveta asked.

"Yeah.  Pull it out and push it in again.  I want to feel it."

No, twist our arms.  Sveta giggled and started playing with it, pulling it just enough to spread Zoe a little, then letting it pop back.  Zoe was getting really turned on, I could tell, and I wanted a taste, so I let Sveta keep playing games with the rear entrance while I started working on the front.  We got her going again, to the point where Sveta was basically fucking her ass with the plug and I was working her clit like a jackhammer, and Zoe was cumming, cumming hard.

After she finally pushed us both away, the plug still seated firmly in her ass, we lay around for a few minutes idly chatting, then we went and had dinner.  Zoe asked if we needed to take the plugs out, and we said, "Not unless you want to," so we all sat around the table naked, feeling plugs in our butts and eating pizza.

"Do you want to watch that movie, or are you wanting something else?" I finally asked Zoe.

"I'm still a little worn out, but... could I..."

"Anything."

"Could I watch the two of you?  I've never seen two women, you know..."

She asked nicely, and Sveta and I didn't want to be bad hosts.  We went back to the bedroom, and basically let Zoe tell us what she wanted us to do.  She was fascinated with the idea of the strapon, which she knew was a thing which existed (I mean, she's in theatre and people are crude, so she knew what a buttplug was too but she didn't know what one looked like) but had never seen.

I wish we had one of the double dils which are built for strapping on so you've got the hooked up part inside the strap-er with the other end available for the strap-ee.  But all we have is a harness and regular dildos.  The sex toy budget has suffered with finances being tight.  Still, Zoe was fascinated with it, and that a woman could basically fuck another woman with a cock.  Damn it, I'm going to turn her off men completely.  I took pains to stress that while yes, it was similar, it wasn't identical and there was no semen and other nice things about cocks, but I'm not sure it wasn't falling on deaf ears, particularly once I started fucking Sveta with it.

I pulled out every so often and let Zoe suck my "cock" because I wanted her to be able to show off her skills.  Sveta was impressed.  "You just go straight down," she said.  "I love this girl."

Then it was a natural progression to go from fucking Sveta with it to fucking Zoe from behind while she ate Sveta out.  I was gently; Zoe was pretty worn out from all the attention, but she wanted it so I did it.  I took the plug out first though; she wasn't ready for even ersatz DP.

And then Sveta said it was high time someone went down on me, so I had two giggling girls between my legs playfully fighting over my pussy, which I have to admit was pretty amazing (I don't have to admit it; who would disagree with me?).  Sveta showed Zoe how to get into the harness and then said, "I'm going to keep eating her out; you should fuck her ass."

I finally had a small O while sitting on Sveta's face as Zoe gingerly ground into my ass, and then I told them both I was done for the evening, because I was.  I tried too hard to cum, I'm afraid, and I didn't let it happen organically, so it hurt and wore me out and depressed me a little.  But Sveta said it was her turn, pulled out her own plug, and squatted over my face.  And while I might have been done for myself, I wanted her to enjoy herself, and I wanted Zoe to get to keep practicing her technique.

As an aside, if you're a woman used to making certain moves in bed and you've suddenly got to make the opposite set of moves because someone has given you a cock, it takes a bit of practice.  But Zoe mastered the basics pretty quickly, and everything else is just... I can't think of a word to use here that doesn't also mean a cumshot, so I'll just embrace it and say, everything else is just gravy.  Plus, Sveta is still a bit less able to take a hard knock at the back door, so Zoe being a little gentler and more gingerly was a blessing.

We offered to let Zoe spend the night, but she couldn't, sadly.  Busy college student and all that.  But she did go home with a party favor in the form of a buttplug, which she, despite my stated concerns that it would be pretty obvious under those leggings, insisted on wearing home.  I've met few women who went from 0-60 that quickly on anal.  Last month she'd never done anything like it, and now she's wearing buttplugs around.  I also told her that I was going to take her shopping for some other toys, because I think she could get herself off in the privacy of her own room if she just had a little help from a vibe or something.  And she's got money.  And, sadly, there's a small hope in my mind that she might buy something for me.  I could use a new toy or two.

Sveta was pooped; she fell asleep on the couch while we were barely starting the movie we'd planned to watch.  So I took her to bed and immediately felt sorry for myself because while I had been done, suddenly the horny rolled over me like a tsunami and I wished I could have had them both for breakfast.  Ah well.

But given how this went, I think Zoe is going to make an effort to be here more often.

And like I said, I have some thoughts on the subject of guys who can deflower her ass properly.  I'm still holding out hope there.  I know some people who would treat her right.

Trapped in Cute Teen Hell

So my last show finished and I went straight into the next one.  Literally straight in: I started tech week for the current show the day before the previous show closed.

This new one is with a theater I've never worked at, so while I know one or two people (and enjoy the company of fewer than that, which is part of the reason I've never worked here before) I don't know most people.  But I'm getting paid quite well for this one.

I'm also one of the few responsible adults.  I'm working for the theater, not for the show, which means I have a degree of power and responsibility.  But it also means that, when the train goes off the rails, as long as it's not the theater's problem, it's not really my problem either.  I get to sit in the booth throughout and watch the world burn.  Which this train wreck has in spades.

Not a good show, is what I'm saying.  I can say that without fear of discovery here, which is nice.

The only saving grace (besides the aforementioned lack of caring and the pay) is that this show is populated by seemingly scores of cute teens.  It's like dance recitals all over again, except this is theatre, these are teens, and thus being the responsible adult means I have a slightly different position.

Most of the boys are gayer than gay, which is cute and harmless for the teen girls but which means that I have already walked in on a teen boy doing things with another teen boy which I'm sure their parents would not like to know about.  The building is huge (it's an auditorium with attached locales, and in the evenings it's mostly deserted) so I was going to the out of the way bathroom to avoid traffic and came upon two of the male chorus, one on his knees giving sloppy head to the other.  They're really not very good at it; I could have hid much better when I was their age.  But they're young and in theatre and so they found a spot which wasn't in full view of everyone and couldn't stop themselves.

"Guys... maybe do this someplace a little more out of the way," I said as they scrambled to try to assure me that I hadn't in fact seen what I had in fact seen.  "Look, I'm not your mother and I don't give a damn, but other people might not be so forgiving."  In fact, I know they probably wouldn't be.  They looked at me like I was handing them the keys to a sports car, a kilo of blow, and a fistful of condoms.  I don't think anyone had ever made them that happy.

"Okay, we will," said the blower, wiping his mouth.

"There's a room right over there which is much less obvious," I said with a wry smile.  "And clean up after yourselves.  And you," pointing at the blower, "make sure he gives as good as he gets."

"Okay ma'am."  They call me "ma'am."  It's simultaneously endearing and makes me feel incredibly old.

"This is as far as it goes, right?  You're not planning on penetration this evening?"  Power.  Drunk with absolute power.

"No ma'am."  The blowee looked a little sheepish, like he was having the sex talk with his mom.

"Good, because I left the condoms in the booth.  And you shouldn't use those anyway."

Here I should pause and say, for the benefit of those who aren't familiar with live theatre, that that's a funny joke, although they didn't get it and probably neither does anyone else.  But I'm dealing with portable microphones in this show, body mics we call them, which are little battery packs with little microphone heads that you wear attached to your head.  The thing about body mics is that you frequently have to wear them beneath your clothes so the pack doesn't show, and that means they can get sweaty.  So, to prevent them from being damaged, you put a condom on the pack.

Thing is, you obviously don't want to use lubricated condoms for this.  And unlubricated condoms are harder to come by.  Also, since you're probably going to go through plenty of them in the course of a run, you want to buy in bulk and cheap.  So most sound people get their condoms from places that sell the rejects in bulk for cheap.  So, the joke is that you wouldn't want to use the sound guy's condoms because they are both unlubed and unfit for prophylaxis.  Get it?  It's funny, right?  No, it's not.  It was a dad joke.

"But if things go that way, you come to me and I'll get you some from my purse."  Okay, I was toying with them at this point because I could.

I am the cool parent.  If I'd had a fistful of condoms, I would have given those two boys all of them and told them not to come back until they were all full.  But that wouldn't have been very good for the show.

I figured that would be the end of my fun.

Aside from the legions of gay boys in the show, there are a few straight boys and a gaggle of adorable teen girls.  Well, not all teens, but they're either close enough for government work or they look it.  And while I'm not above ogling teen boys, I'd rather ogle teen girls.  Sorry guys, women are just more aesthetically pleasing to the eye.  I love a hunky guy to look at, but most of you look pretty much the same with your clothes on, whereas girls have all sorts of fun stuff to look at and they dress in ways which shows off the fun stuff more.

So I've been happily eyebanging several of the girls in the show.  Occasionally they'll mess up and their dresses will flare just a little too much and I'll catch glimpses of thighs.  No panties as yet, but I'm at a bad angle for that.

At the end of the night, I have to kick everyone out, gather up microphones, check the building, turn off the lights, etc.  I was making my rounds, hitting the dressing rooms, and I thought everyone was out front.  But no sir, they were not.

Now after my last foray into illicit theatre sex peeping, I needed a palate cleanser (albeit that the girl in those stories was teen-ish herself and quite easy on the eye) and the theatre gods decided to give me a pat on the head with some unsolicited teen sex in the dressing room.  There she was, the female lead (well, one of the three leads, all of whom are definitely eyebang material) in all her tanned teenage goddess goodness, pressed up against the makeup table in her bra and not much else, while behind her was one of the few straight guys in the show fucking away.

They didn't see me or notice me, so I backed up.  Part of it is my intense perversion, but part of it was that I had already interrupted one couple before fulfillment and I was pretty sure that if I interrupted this couple they wouldn't get to finish.  The angle wasn't great from my point of view; all I could really see was his ass pressing into hers.  But the cute little noises she was making were very nice, and I could see a little bit, and anyway, sex is sex.

Then he pulled back and she giggled (I swear, there's something about a girl giggling as she gets into position to get a load) and knelt, and then she saw me.  I wasn't exactly hiding; I was just standing to one side.  She got this horrified look in her eye for a moment until I smiled and gave her a wink, and then she grinned back at me and didn't say anything to him.

Gorgeous girl.  Looks a little Asian, maybe. Long, dark, reddish-black hair, a cute face with a tiny nose.  Short, very short, but tiny, with curves and breasts that I couldn't see because of the bra but which I put at maybe an B cup, although the bra might have been pushing her up a little.  Flat belly, tan skin all over, and perfectly proportioned hips without an ounce of fat on them.  She wasn't showing off for me or anything: she didn't adjust herself to give me a better view.  I couldn't see what I am forced to assume was a dripping little teen pussy.  But my god, the body on this girl.  I didn't need to see anything else to get wet.

She sucked him until he came, not a pro job on her part but sexy and innocent.  His cock, from the little I could see of it, was about average, but that's no bad thing.  And then he came with the head in her mouth and she just took it all and then swallowed.  She glanced my way and I smiled again and then moved away before he turned around and saw me.

When he came out, I was busy pretending to check things over.  He looked a little startled that I was there but didn't say anything and seemed to accept that I had no idea what he'd just been doing in the women's dressing rooms.  Once he was out of sight and she hadn't come out yet, I poked my head around the door again and found her putting on her blouse and straightening up.

"So... maybe find someplace more private?" I said suggestively.

"Sorry.  I know, I know.  Thanks for not ratting on us."  She gave me a smile.

"I honestly don't care what you guys do as long as it's not causing a ruckus.  Which is why maybe you should find another place, because if you know who were to catch you..."

You Know Who is the den mother of this particular brood, and she is a pain in my ass and would certainly cause a huge fuss.  I have no idea who she thinks she is.  No idea why she has been given power over this group.  It's not like they don't have plenty of other figures of authority, but for whatever reason this woman is the den mother.

"Yeah, she would."

"So, was he any good?"  I couldn't help myself.

"How long were you watching?"

"Just a moment or two before you caught me.  I was going to go out and come in louder, but I didn't want to interrupt you before you finished."

"He's good," she giggled, blushing a little.  "But he's got a girlfriend, so..."

"I've been there."

"But he's cute though, right?"

"Hell yes.  If I were you, I'd ride that train to the last stop."

"I just don't want her to find out.  She'd never forgive me."

So drama.  I am not great at drama.  "Going to do it again?" I asked.

"Yeah, I think so," she giggled.  "I mean, it's a show, right?  I had my first time during the last show I did.  It's like my little reward for doing it."

"Well, if you decide to fuck him again... did you make him wear a condom?"

"I'm on the pill.  And he pulls out."

Oh dear.  The young and their simplistic views.  "I only ask because you can still catch something even if you can't get pregnant."  Also, how big of a hypocrite am I?

"Yeah, I guess."

"If you want them, I have condoms in my purse.  Just let me know and I'll give you some."

"Thanks.  But I like it better when guys don't wear them.  That's why I got on the pill."

"Me too, sister.  Well, I'm not your mom.  Just looking out for you."

"Thanks."  She stopped like she was just hearing me.  "You like it better without?"

"Yeah.  Not going to lie."  Okay, yes I was going to lie.  "But I'm very safe and I get tested and so forth.  You really should get him to wear one.  I've got nice ones."

"We'll see."  She giggled and looked away and I knew that meant that no, she was not going to use a condom.  "Do you let guys, you know, without pulling out?"

"Why?"

"Because I kind of want to feel it inside me, you know?  I mean, if I'm not going to use a condom and I'm on the pill, why not?"

"So why not?"

"You think so?"

"Well, it's messier and you looked like you enjoyed the taste."

"I don't really, but guys like it when you swallow."

"That's not a good reason.  You're doing him a favor.  He'll like it any way you let him."

"Yeah, I guess so."

"Plus," I added because I'm evil, "I bet he'd really like it if you let him cum inside you."

"Do you?"

"Okay, you've got me.  Yes, I like it.  I think you'd like it too."

"Do the guys like it?"

"Yes.  Unless they think you're tricking them or something.  But come on, the way he was going at you, just tell him to keep fucking you until he fills your cute little pussy and I bet he'll do it in a heartbeat."

"His girlfriend doesn't let him," she said, thoughtfully.  God damn it, am I instigating a power play.  "She's not on the pill but he always pulls out with her."

"That's just a bad idea," I said.  "He's going to knock her up one of these days."

"Yeah.  Probably."

We stood there for a moment.  Finally, she said, "Do you think he'd go out with me?"

"Come on, you're beautiful, you're letting him fuck you and you're clearly going to let him creampie you.  But you don't want him to just be interested in a quick lay from you.  You've got to be upfront with him."  Basic human dating 101.  And I'm not good at relationships.  Just sex.

"You think I'm beautiful?"

"From what I can see, you've got a body I'd kill for."

She blushed.  "Thanks," she said again, like I was offering her a cookie.

"Did he get you off?"

She blushed furiously at this.  "Um... yes," she said finally.

"Well that's all I need to hear," I said with a laugh.  "Girl, you've got to get off.  If they don't make some time for you, they're not worth it."

"Don't worry about that," she said, looking at the floor but giggling nonetheless.

"So if you guys want to fuck again, maybe do it somewhere else," I finished, somewhat lamely.

"Okay.  Like... if we were to want to do it again tomorrow, where would you suggest?"

I suggested a place which was both more isolated and far enough away from where I had previously suggested the two chorus boys go that there wouldn't be a schedule conflict.  She thanked me and traipsed out of the dressing room like she was made of rainbows.

I finished closing up, kicked everyone out of the building without uncovering any further trysts, went home, and made furious love to Sveta for an hour, after which she said, "To what do I owe this pleasure?"

So I told her about breaking up not one but two backstage teen fuckfests (well, I use that term loosely; if there had been an actual backstage teenage fuckfest I would have immediately thrown caution to the winds and joined in) and she said, "Let's hope you break up some more tomorrow, huh?"

I desperately want to get Zoe over to our house post-haste.  I also desperately want to suggest to my new teen friend that the real way to get a guy is to offer him a threesome with a willing responsible adult.  I will not do the second thing.

But I did my duty today.  I promoted some teen lust.  I feel accomplished.