Swimming

I've loved to swim for my entire life. I don't remember the first time I was in the water, but it had to have been early on, because I was like a fish when I was younger. I don't get to do it as often, mostly because I don't go out in the sun very often, but I still enjoy it. So obviously I enjoy fucking in water too.

I've already talked about going to the beach so instead I'll talk about swimming pools, which I prefer anyway. For one thing, I can go to indoor pools, which keeps me from burning. For another, pools tend to be more available and more secluded, so more exciting things have happened in them. And then there's the lack of sand to consider, which I've mentioned causes me some grief.

My family has never owned a pool, even an above-ground one, which is too bad because I would have loved to grow up with a pool. I went to summer camp every year just so I could swim all summer, and I have lifesaving certifications and all that good jazz. But I guess we never could afford it. There's definitely not enough room in our current property to put a pool anyway.

But we've lived near pools, and as soon as they opened when I was a kid I was pestering my parents to take me. My dad is a passable swimmer, my mom hates to swim, so Dad usually took me. Is it a coincidence that when I go to pools I tend to wear sexy bathing suits? I think not. Even before he popped my cherry, Dad used to buy me scandalous swimming attire, mostly so he could watch me. I know he didn't spend all his time either waist-deep in water or sitting with a towel in his lap for nothing.

Sheri doesn't mind pools or beaches, although she's not a swimming nut. She enjoys wearing the outfits too, and she attracts attention from other guys than my dad. Mari is the same way about swimming that I am, but where I never wanted to be constrained, Mari was very focused on the sport of it. She was on the swimming team in school and everything. She probably could have been a professional, very fast. And so she wore sensible suits which weren't very exciting, and spent all her time in the pool swimming laps. I was happy to go along with her to the pool, but she wasn't much fun once she was there. Mike is like my dad; he enjoys watching swimmers (of the attractive variety) more than he enjoys swimming, but he doesn't mind getting in.

Anyway, I recall on several occasions Dad rushing home after taking me swimming and grabbing Mom from whatever she was doing and plowing her. It had to have been hard for him not to have someone along to satisfy him. After Sheri started with him, she came along sometimes, and they would sneak off sometimes and return later looking satisfied. Hell, Sheri would sneak off with other guys the same way. Once she sneaked off with another guy, then Dad caught her as she was sneaking back and sneaked her off again.

Then when Daddy popped my cherry, I started getting sneaked off too. There were a couple of places to go for some privacy. Dad and I always went behind the bushes outside, near the baseball field. The first few times he was obviously nervous and in a hurry and he just wanted me to suck him off. But once I said I needed something too, he realized he was being selfish, and we made proper, if a bit speedy, love on the ground behind a tree next to the locker rooms. I would just pull my bottoms out of the way and he would slip his trunks down and expose his cock, and then I would sit in his lap. Not the best position, but Dad wasn't as much of a risk-taker.

Then finally my brother came of age and we started fucking, and every summer I would drag him down to the public pool as often as I could. At first I would swim and he would watch me and the other girls, and then he'd call me over and whisper that he wanted me, and we'd go back to the tree and fuck. He was more willing to be daring; he had me up against that tree from behind so often I think I've got a permanent impression of the bark on my chest.

Then we got a little naughtier, and at Sheri's suggestion he sneaked me into the men's locker room and we found a spot behind the lockers where no one could see us and fucked there. We had to keep quiet, and once or twice someone came in while we were fucking (we usually picked times when there weren't too many people around) and we had to stop and stay still until they left, but it was fun. There's probably a cumstain on the floor back there still.

But we never tried doing it in the pool. Sheri said she would come if we would try it, so we worked out a way. We would play around until we backed into a wall, and then he would get inside me from behind and put his arms around my neck a little and we would pretend to be playing around. Sheri would watch and splash if she felt like it, she said. I don't think she could understand why we needed to be so careful. It's a miracle she hasn't been caught as many times as she should be. Oh, she's been caught though.

Anyway, as we didn't know but someone can probably tell you, pool water is actually a pretty lousy lubricant. It washed off all the natural lube too. So when Mike tried to penetrate me the first time, it hurt and he couldn't get in. I tried not to look too obvious, but he was fumbling around below the water. He finally managed to get it in, but it still hurt and then his pants fell down and he popped out when he tried to grab them. Sheri said she about died laughing.

We swallowed our chagrin and stopped trying that day. I can't really explain it, but it's true, at least in my experience: pool water is not good lube. I don't know why. I guess we should have tried it in a private pool first. Well, we stopped trying to fuck in the pool for the time being, went back to our tree. I even got Mari to go back to the tree for a quickie one time.

Then came the summer where we rented a summerhouse for a while (I don't remember how long, maybe two weeks, something like that) which had a private pool. It was a small one, not really suitable for anything but pleasure swimming, certainly not laps or diving. But it was totally hidden from any view except the back windows of the house, so there was a lot of skinny-dipping going on. It was, I believe, the last vacation we took as a family before Mari left. I don't remember though. She was there.

With all the skinny-dipping, there was a fair amount of poolside fucking going on too. Hardly an hour went by without at least two of the family outside fucking, on the ground beside the pool (which just invited splashing), on a towel in the yard near the pool, on beach chairs under the sun umbrella. Dad and Sheri fucked on the steps leading into the pool, even. Mike and I experimented, because we weren't going to let one bad experience keep us from trying to figure out how to fuck in the pool itself, especially now that we had one where we could try it out without worrying. We settled on the best way, which was using oil right before getting in. It had been so long since I'd needed to lube up that it was kind of weird.

That was a fun vacation. We tried fucking underwater on the bottom (which we couldn't really do, but we could do a few thrusts before we had to come up for air). We tried fucking on the side and then rolling into the pool while he was still inside me. We even tried swimming while fucking, which is pretty hard but we got pretty good at it. And we made plans for when we got home, because we weren't going to let the pool beat us.

My favorite silly thing was underwater blowjobs. I'd dive down and suck Mike's cock as long as I could, then come up for air while I tried to keep him going. I lost some cum to the waves because I couldn't stay there even though he was just about to go off, but I also sucked a fair amount of cum out of him that way. Dad even let me try on him; of course, it was to finish him off after he fucked both Mom and Sheri until they begged him to stop, and he still hadn't cum. My dad can be annoying like that sometimes.

Anyway, right after we got home, we headed over to the pool to put the plan into action. We tried the same thing, except right beforehand we had each lubed up generously with some oil. He slid into me like a charm, and there I was in the public pool with kids all around, my brother hanging on my back with his cock in my cunt. If anyone was underwater wearing goggles and looked our way, they got a good show. No one came up sputtering at any point, so I guess no one noticed or if they did, they didn't want to make us stop.

We enjoyed the moment for a while, then we walked in tandem like I was towing him behind me (which I guess in a way I was) over to the side and I leaned over and he leaned on my back like we were just fooling around, and under the water he thrust a few times. The sensation of tension was what made it great, otherwise it would have been a lousy fuck. He couldn't stay like that too long or it would look odd, so then he pulled me up and back onto him and then we sat down and went under. As we went he kept thrusting, and once we hit the bottom, the little jolt as we hit made me cum, not a massive one, but enough of one that it was good that I had some practice doing it underwater or I might have started drowning.

I won't say it wasn't the most awkward thing in the world, and we probably looked quite odd. But we wanted it. He slipped out accidentally once we came up for air, and he had to quickly adjust himself so he wasn't waggling out there for all to see. He suggested we move to the shallow end, and we sat in the corner on a step so we were mostly still underwater. We acted like he was tickling me while he maneuvered himself into me again, and once he was inside I bounced and giggled and generally made myself look silly until he whispered in my ear that he was going to cum, and I tried my best to cum with him but couldn't. Being cummed in while you're underwater is strange; it's not a liquid sensation any more, but if you're lucky you can feel the spurts.

After that, I was wound up, and I made him get up with me and come to the tree and fuck me properly until he and I had nice orgasms, and then we went home.

That's not all the stories I can tell about swimming, but that's all for now. This weekend, maybe James and Sveta and I will get together, and I'll have something current to talk about.

I Needed It

So I got weak yesterday and went to Kate's house. I know I was going to wait until I could meet her husband and try to figure out what was going on, but I needed love. Last week I was not in a good mood, as you may recall, and to top it off, I wasn't able to see James and Sveta on the weekend because they were together somewhere else. I'm happy for them, but it made me feel less loved than ever. They were so romantic, went on a day trip to a local attraction (no, I'm not going to tell you which attraction, because that would give it away) and then dinner and afterward an evening of love at his house because his parents were out of town. He swears up and down that he wore a condom, and I believe him. Well, actually, he wore several condoms, because they made love multiple times. I wish I had been there to just watch. Two young kids in love fucking is so incredibly sexy.

So I needed some love. Of course, I get love from my parents, Mom spiritually, and Dad more physically. But I needed to feel like I was my own woman. Because truth be told, even if I had been invited along with James and Sveta, I couldn't have afforded to go. I need to find a better-paying job fast, or I'm going to be living in the poorhouse forever. Anyway, enough personal finance, the point is, I needed it, as the title said.

Kate was a little surprised when I called up and asked if she was available for the afternoon, but she was eager, so I slipped into something more comfortable and headed over. Her kids were at school, her husband was at work, and we had the house to ourselves. And we didn't talk at all. Once I was through the door and it shut behind me I was already kissing her, even though we were clearly visible through her front windows. I think she was a little nervous about that, because she led me back to the bedroom before we could get too far.

But once we were in the bedroom, she acted a little strange, like she was performing. I mean, she was talking like she was in a porn film, and being all sexy, and it was a little odd. I guess she was feeling theatrical. I even got into it a little, and we stripped each other like we were appearing in Hustler. Then she pulled out a dildo and wanted to try it out on me, so I lay back and let her get between my legs. I just had fun watching her move; she really is very sexy, could easily be a model. Very fun to watch, even if she's not doing anything right. Which she wasn't, really, which I found kind of funny. Why is it that some gals can't seem to get the hang of dildos on other gals? I know she didn't have any practice, but you'd think she'd tried it on herself and would have at least some idea of what felt good. Maybe she really likes it differently than I do.

Well, I can actually say, no she doesn't, because after I showed her the proper way, nice clean strokes and twists and bottoming out and pressing up and down, she let me do her, and I did the same thing and she exploded. My heart wasn't in it though, so after I gave her as much of an orgasm as I could manage, I asked her if we could just lie together and kiss and stroke. I think she wanted more theatrics, but by that time I just wanted to be held. She kept trying to be exciting and I kept shushing her, until finally we were just making out and she had fingers in my pussy and I had some in hers. We both came at nearly the same time, which was nice and I think she enjoyed that a lot. But she was still acting a little strange, even then. I don't know, maybe she's feeling guilty. It didn't seem like it; hard to put my finger on it.

Maybe she was worried the kids would come home, because they did shortly thereafter, and we were both lying naked in the bed. She jumped up and threw on a robe and went out to talk to them, and knowing what happened last time, I hurried into my clothes. But she came back alone and said they were going to their rooms to do homework, and I should get undressed again. I told her I had to use the bathroom, which was true, and she seemed strange about that too for a minute. I almost asked her if she wanted to watch, but I figured it wasn't time for too many kinks, since she was asking me to stay and fuck again while her kids were in the house.

Once I got back from the toilet (which was a really nice bathroom, by the way, a place I could definitely see fooling around in) she was lying on the bed naked with her legs spread wide open fingering herself like she was putting on another show for me. I stood there and enjoyed it for a few moments, then she beckoned me over, and my libido tore my clothes off and threw me across the room. I wanted her bad, wanted to taste her cunt, and I lost myself in fingering her and sucking her clit while she came and came. The shallowness of her cunt is really amazing; I don't even have to search for her cervix, and she does love me to play with it. If her husband has any kind of cock at all, he must not be able to get fully into her. He probably bumps her cervix with every thrust, cums directly into her womb.

She had to pull me off her and lay me back so she could eat me out, and I came quickly from the tension, then again after a few minutes. She's still being too rough for me, but in this case it was just fine. She even tickles my cervix with those long fingers, but the nails I could do without. Honestly, I don't see how women with long nails manage to pleasure themselves or other women; nails in my pussy are a big turn-off for me, not because they hurt, but just because I can imagine them hurting.

After I came down I told her I really had to go. I think she wanted me to stick around, either because she wanted me to meet her husband right then, or some other reason I haven't quite figured out. I wasn't ready for her husband though, especially since meeting her husband might be the last time I get to see her. So I left. I ran into one of her sons on the couch, the older one, watching TV. Scared the shit out of me. Fortunately I was dressed. He just looked at me, totally unsurprised, even a little... I hesitate to say attracted, but maybe a little. He's young, and well, I'm hot, so I wouldn't be surprised if the hormones are acting up. But the fact that he didn't seem to care that I was coming out of his mother's room... a little strange. I'm really intrigued by this family. Maybe they all know what's going on. Maybe I'm not the first. The first woman, maybe, since Kate just isn't skilled enough for me to believe that she's had a regular stream of female lovers, but maybe she and her husband have an arrangement or something.

After all that weirdness, I confess I'm looking forward to meeting the family with a mix of curiosity and trepidation. But it did make me feel better to fuck her, and I could go on feeling better by fucking her, and if possible her husband too. Maybe all I need to do is tell them I'm open to that kind of thing. Maybe they're just scared I won't be. Maybe I'm spending too much time analyzing this.

I'm Still Here

The images below have been removed because of Blogger's new no-nudes policy.  Sorry :(

Sorry for not posting in so long. I've just been a little run down and depressed. I didn't get to spend anywhere near enough time with Mike when he was here, and I'm still hunting for a job and not getting one, and to top it all off I've been sick.

I know, I shouldn't bitch. But since I got sick when we went to see Aunt Jenny and that meant that I didn't get to have any fun at all, I'm just a little pissed off. I didn't even get to make love with Mike one more time before he left. I spent most of the day in the bathroom. Not pleasant.

Then, to top it all off, this week was Spring Break for Sveta and James, and I haven't seen either one of them all week because I've been out of it. I haven't seen either of them in weeks now. I talked to them on the phone, but I haven't seen them. So I haven't been able to further explore Sveta's inhibitions (and by explore, I of course mean break down and fuck her) and I haven't been able to give James any butt love. Especially not that last thing; nothing has gone into my ass all week. Unpleasant.

Kate wants to see me again too, and I don't know when that's going to happen. I think James and Sveta first, maybe this weekend if we can. But I'm just missing Mike so much. Even Dad has commented on it. He's not jealous, just worried. I think he wishes he could make up for it. But he just can't. I miss Mike. Hell, I miss Sheri and Mari too. I want us to all be together as a family again. Not even for the sex, just because I miss them, being around them, and let's not forget the sex.

So yeah, I just haven't really been in the mood to tell dirty stories, and nothing particularly naughty has happened to me in the past week to talk about. Sorry guys. I've just been sitting around listening to sad music and trying to find jobs that don't suck. Anyone know of any?

To make it up to you, I'll show you a picture my roomie took of me in college. It doesn't involve anyone I miss (well, actually, sometimes I miss my roomie a lot, but it's not the same thing) so hopefully it will take my mind off of things. Probably not, but you might enjoy it anyway.


It's dark because it was, but hopefully you can see that I'm happy. This guy was in a math class of mine. Not much of a math student, but we had fun joking around. He asked me out on a date a couple of times, and since I wasn't really interested in dating at that point (just got out of a relationship) I put him off, not really denying, just telling him not right now. I'm sure we've all done that at one point or another, let someone dangle a little because you can. Okay, maybe not everyone, but I have. I tried not to be cruel. Anyway, when my roommate brought him home one night, we were both a little surprised. Well, we were all three a little surprised, actually.

I was going to leave, but my roomie told me to stay, and just started explaining the whole thing to this guy. About how I wasn't really interested in a relationship, but how I thought he was cute. I don't know what he was thinking. She was always blunt like that. Finally she said she would leave and let us talk, and I told her to stay put, and said that I still wasn't interested in dating him at that point, but it wouldn't be fair for her to bring him home and then for nothing to happen. I mean, they obviously weren't "dating," he was just seeing her for a fuck. I told him that it was fine to see both of us for a fuck. And fuck we did. He wasn't nerdy, but I think it was probably the first time he'd had a threesome. But he didn't bat an eye. And when she pulled out a camera, he didn't even seem to care.
I had a lot of fun with my roomie, and damnit, now I miss her too. I should give her a call and see how she is; it's been a month or so since I spoke to her last.

But to finish the story, after that, she and he and I had a few more fun times, either separately or together. Then he wanted to get more serious, and she wasn't that kind of gal, and I still wasn't really interested, and he found out that we were seeing other guys too, so he pitched a fit and we never really spoke again. Fortunately I only had to deal with a few more weeks of sitting next to him. I'm pretty sure he failed the class, possibly because he was spending too much time obsessing over me. I didn't fail, so I don't know what his problem was. And we managed to avoid one another from then on.

Okay, that didn't work out like I planned, but the picture stays up. Hopefully I'll feel better after a weekend of fun. I'd say it's kinda unlikely, but who knows.

Mike's Inside Me Right Now

So Mike showed up this afternoon for Spring Break. Yay!

And we're actually posting this while I'm sitting on his cock. It's not as easy to do as you might think; I have a hard time typing and we can't both fit under the desk so I've got to hold the keyboard on my lap which is tough. But we thought we'd do it for a laugh.

Ooh, he just was naughty and switched from my pussy to my ass without warning me. It's different from blogging with a dildo or a vibe in you. God I missed him so much. He's going to stay tonight, go with us to Aunt Jenny's tomorrow, and then he's off somewhere else. Maybe I can talk him into staying another couple of days.

He just told me he couldn't stay longer. Then he started distracting me with a hand on my breasts and one between my legs. We're going to have to stop posting because I can't concentrate on typing and getting fucked by my little brother. That's so sexy to type that with him in my ass. I wish I had a webcam so we could show off for you.

Okay, really have to go now. Should be sleeping but we're not. Mike says hi.

Sheri and Anal

It might seem odd that my brother's first time with anal was with me and not Sheri. After all, she's the adventurous one in the family. And I guess it's a little odd. It may have seemed like my brother and I discovered anal on our own, and in a way we did. But we both knew about it before we accidentally tried it, and who knows, maybe without the accident we would have done it that day anyway.

Sheri started with anal pretty much right out of the gate. I actually was lucky enough to get to watch her one of her first times. She had actually been trying out toys in her ass for a number of years, before she even had her first period. She liked penetration, and since she couldn't do that without Daddy's approval, she tried penetrating other holes instead. She was thinking, she confided in me later, that if she had to wait too much longer to get to fuck, she might sneak some cock in the back way and it wouldn't really count. I know a number of girls who feel that way, actually; I knew a girl in college who was still a virgin in her cunt but had sucked and fucked with the best of them, just in her ass. She was popular, more popular than a virgin has any right to be.

Anyway, Sheri finally was free to fuck, but she wanted to try anal right away and Dad wouldn't do it. She sought out another guy, older than her by a number of years, and told him she wanted him to fuck her little ass. You don't say no to that, especially not if it's my sister doing the asking. She came back that evening with a smile on her face like the cat who ate the canary, and she told Mari and me that it was great and she couldn't wait to try it again.

Eventually though, she wanted a big cock, not a tiny teen cock, and she kept pestering Daddy to do her the back way. He wouldn't budge. Finally he and Mom, I think to get some peace and quiet, invited a friend of theirs, call him Fred, in his 20s, to do her up right for her birthday. They'd known the guy's parents and knew him since he was a baby, and I'm pretty sure his family had a similar arrangement to ours, and that probably there had been some sharing going on. They told him they would let him give their daughter what she wanted for her birthday, but everyone had to watch, as an educational experience I guess. I think they wanted to watch to make sure he wouldn't hurt her, and Mari wanted to watch out of curiosity, and so Mike and I wanted to watch too because it was what the big kids were doing.

I don't know how many times Sheri had been fucked in the ass by then, but even her boasting was pretty low, so I imagine only a few times. She looked a little nervous. Fred had known her since she was a newborn, and now he looked really excited to get to fuck her. I bet he was one of the guys she sucked off before she was allowed to have sex. His cock was much larger than any teen boy's, close in size to my dad, or what my brother is like now.

Now that I think about it, my parents might have been trying to teach Sheri a lesson too, making us all watch. Well, not making, letting. I think Sheri was hoping that Fred would carry her upstairs or to the rumpus room, but he just grinned and pulled off his boxers and there was his cock. Mom liked the look of it too, and I know I was interested in it. It was one of the first cocks I'd seen on someone not in my family.

Sheri asked meekly if he needed her to suck him off first, and he told her no, he wanted to lube her up good if she was really serious about putting his hog in her shoot. I think those were his exact words, but I was young and I don't have a photographic or stereophonic memory. She nodded hesitantly and then bent over (she was already naked of course) and presented him with her pert little backside. He spent a long time massaging the lube all over her, trying to loosen her up. He said she reminded him of the first girl he'd ever fucked in the ass. My father asked him if she had been this young, and Fred shook his head and said Sheri was the youngest he'd ever had, period.

I wished right there that I could have let him fuck me, so I would be the youngest he'd ever had. I was going through a jealous stage where it seemed like it would be forever before I'd get to blossom. Mom just laughed and said that Sheri always had been a quick study, although whom she had been studying was anyone's guess. Porn, probably, since there was no anal in our house between my parents.

When Fred finally got Sheri as loose and lubed as he could, he got behind her and everyone crowded in for a closer look. Well, Mom and Dad stayed put, but the other kids crowded in. Fred said he wasn't sure he could handle the crowd, and Sheri said something upset, so Mom and Dad made us come back and sit with them. But we could still get a good view as Fred slowly, carefully worked his cock into Sheri's butthole.

Unless you've seen a young anus take a big cock, it's hard to describe how incredibly arousing and beautiful it is. I don't guess Mom and Dad think so, but even Mari was a little turned on by it. The head flattens out a little as it presses against the rosebud, but then (well, in this case anyway) Fred tensed himself a little and the head popped through the first barrier. Sheri moaned at that. Then Fred inched forward until it was like something gave, and Sheri moaned again and his cock slipped completely in past the muscular ring and into her ass properly.

He waited for a while, just holding her hips and letting her get used to it, then he moved a little bit further in, stopping when she moaned or tensed up. And I know it sounds hard, but he got his entire length buried in her colon after some careful pushing and pausing and petting. She was gasping. I asked her what it felt like, and Mom tried to stop me from talking to her, but Dad said something about learning being important. Sheri wasn't that coherent, but she told me it was like she had to take a massive poop and couldn't. I didn't see how that could be pleasant, but she said it was.

Fred said he didn't want to try thrusting just yet, so he reached down and diddled Sheri's clit until she screamed and panted and must have been cumming. Dad whispered to me that I should go over and feel Sheri's pussy while she came with a cock in her ass, and I took that as a compliment about how grown up I was being. So I felt my sister up while she came hard. I got a little wet on my hand, and her pussy was spasming and very hot.

Finally, Fred told her (and me) that he was going to start moving, and I took that as a sign that I should probably leave her alone. I made my way back to the couch and Daddy's lap as Fred pulled out a little and then slowly eased back in, then out and in a little faster. Pretty soon he was fucking her, slowly but surely, his strokes not very long and very slow. Dad had a big hardon under me, and when I giggled and slithered around on it he laughed and plopped me down on the couch and told me it wasn't time for that yet. But Mom knew what time it was, so she put Mike down on the floor to watch, got up, and sat on Dad's lap so his cock went up inside her. They were fucking and watching Sheri get fucked in the ass.

By the time she came again, or at least got louder again, Fred had worked up to pulling nearly all the way out and then driving back in, deep, slowly but surely. That kept her cumming for a while. I could see Mari fingering herself and Mike's face all alight with curiosity, and I wished I could have been doing something to relieve the tingle in my pussy. But other than try to diddle myself a little, there wasn't any hope of me getting a cock. So I diddled and watched.

Fred told Sheri that he was going to pull all the way out and then push back in, and she nodded breathlessly. When he popped out I could see her rosebud was opened a little from penetration, and he dribbled a little lube on it and on his cock and then eased his way back in. It was quicker that time, but she did cry out as her sphincter was breached again. He pulled back out and then pushed in again, a little harder and faster. Then he said he was close, so he would try to make her cum one more time before he lost it. He started thrusting, short, powerful thrusts with his hands on her hips and a look in his eyes which I could, even then, recognize as the look of a man who is trying very hard not to cum before the job is done.

He just made it. She gasped that she was cumming, and he grunted and drove himself as deep as he could, which drew a scream from Sheri. She collapsed to the floor and he slammed down on top of her, his large body looking like it would crush her tiny one. I saw his buttocks tense and relax a number of times, then he reached down with a finger and diddled her while she came, panting and wailing his name.

After that, he went to clean off, since no one at that point was going to do it with her mouth. Sheri just lay face down on the floor. My mom and dad kept slowly fucking, and Mari arched her back and gave a little shudder, then stopped fingering herself and smiled too. Sheri had a huge smile on her face when I went around to look at it.

We haven't seen Fred in an age and a day, which is too bad because I think he'd probably have some stories to share too. He didn't fuck Sheri again before he left; she was too tired out, and Dad had to put her to bed to soak the sheets with cum (and this scared her, but also a little blood, which turned out to be nothing, just a minor cut or something). But I'm pretty sure that he and Mom made love at least once. I don't know, it was after I was in bed. I just saw him go into her room with her, his cock all hard, and both of them looking happy. It just made me horny and jealous, and I finally, before had got to sleep, had a very tiny little orgasm (not my first). It wasn't what I wanted, but what I wanted wasn't going to happen.

Anyway, I should try to get in touch with Fred or his family. He didn't visit us often when I was younger, but when he did, he usually had a good time. He even had me once, a lot later than the story I just told. He was a real anal fanatic, and was just the kind of guy I'd want breaking in my daughter's ass because he knew what he was doing and how to make a woman happy. He could have started a service: "I'll Be Your First Anal and You'll Love It." It does make me wonder just what he and my mom did, although he can't have only done anal.

St. Patrick's Day

I should have posted this yesterday, but I'm posting it today because I need to occupy my mind a little.

My family aren't religious, and contrary to what you might think, the red hair isn't from Ireland. It might be random, or it might be from cross-breeding, or it might be one of the other ethnicities, but we're not Irish. So we don't make a big deal about St. Patrick's Day, never have. My dad didn't take of work yesterday and go drinking or anything like that, and we did have corned beef and cabbage, but that's mostly because we like corned beef and cabbage and we use the day as an excuse. I didn't even wear any green besides my panties. You know, kiss me I'm Irish, and all that good crap.

Mom was feeling frisky yesterday though; she brought out a green dildo and actually let me fool around with it in her pussy. I say dildo, but it's really more of a vibe. I made my mommy cum. It really made me wish I could do more than just play around with a vibe. I know, some people would call that lesbian sex, but for me and Mom, it was just masturbation with friends.

She really was wound up because she grabbed Dad right as he came in the door, gave him a big kiss, and told him that she needed him right away and dinner would wait. He gave me this big old smile and kissed her again, and I was afraid I'd miss out and they'd go upstairs. But he said he had to change first, and she should assume the position and wait for him. When he came back down, naked, she was on her hands and knees looking back at him. I love watching my parents make love; it's so sexy and cute.

Once Dad had plowed Mom for ten minutes and she came at least once, probably more, she moved away from him and told him she had to check dinner. So I hopped down off the couch and took her place. Licking Mom's juices off of a cock is the closest I've come to actually licking her pussy, so I cleaned up Dad and then bent over and let him pull the panties out of the way and fuck me good and proper. When Mom announced that dinner was done, we were still fucking, and Dad told her it would keep another few minutes. She came and kissed him while he was still railing me, and put her hand on the small of my back and stroked me a little. I was cumming pretty hard when Dad finally gave me what I wanted. Well, one of the things I wanted.

In college it was a little different, because St. Patrick's Day was a big day to party. So I have some more interesting memories of the day from college. I once dyed my pubes green and spent the day flashing people in a green dress with no panties on. And I'm not a beer drinker, so I usually stuck to whiskey. I think I might have done my first pussy shot at a St. Patrick's Day party. Actually, it wasn't a shot, it was a lot. I let two guys hold me upside down and another poured whiskey into my cunt until I was sloshing with it. Then the lucky one put his mouth over my cunt and they tipped me up again and he drank as much as he could. By the third or fourth time I was pretty hammered too, from the alcohol in my cunt and the other booze I'd had. I nearly puked from vertigo, and they just kept wanting to do more.

After I finally got them to put me down, I really just wanted to crawl away and die somewhere for a little while, but they were pretty fucked up and horny as hell. Fortunately I wasn't the only gal there, or I would have been gangraped by a bunch of guys. But one guy did come and sit next to me and start feeling me up and trying to make out with me, and eventually the vertigo wore off and I responded. I have no idea who he was, maybe not even a student at college. It's all sort of a blur, which is why you shouldn't drink too much, kids. I remember getting very involved with him and going somewhere a little more private (although I can't remember why, since it wasn't like we needed privacy; there was a couple next to us on the couch fucking when we left). And then he fucked him hard, but I never came because I was all numb in my cunt. It was bizarre, like my cunt had fallen asleep. He definitely came inside me, but I didn't feel it at all. And then he left me lying there with my skirt up around my waist and my breasts hanging out and went back to the party.

I passed out for a bit and then woke up to discover someone else fucking me. I must have been a little alarmed, because he stopped for a minute and looked at me a little guiltily. But I smiled at him and slurred something about not stopping now, and he grinned drunkenly and went back to fucking me. At a certain point he flipped me over and fucked me some more, and a little feeling was coming back to my nethers because I felt some tingling every time he thrust. But he could have been fucking me with a baseball bat and I wouldn't have felt much.

Once he pulled out (I guess he came, probably inside me, but I don't really know) I managed to get to my feet and stagger back to my room. Only after I got there did I realize that my tits had been hanging out the whole walk back, in public. It made me giggle, that was all.

That was freshman year, and after that I was a little more careful about partying. I didn't catch anything from that evening, but I probably should have, by rights. That's not to say that I never did anything stupid again. But I toned it down a little.

Anyway, that's St. Patrick's Day from me. I wish I had some pictures of my green-furred pussy, but I don't. Sorry.

Mike's New Toy

News on the Mike front. Apparently he went out and bought himself a butt plug. I told you I'd convert him, if he really needed to be converted. I have the feeling that the next time he and Uncle Sam run into one another, there might be some loving going on. I've told him that I hope he'll wait and let me be the first to fuck his ass, or at least be there to watch when someone else does it, but my brother might not be able to hold out. I probably wouldn't be able to.

He sent me a few pictures of it and him, which I'm not going to share because if I am going to post graphic hardcore porn, it's going to be me first. He set up his camera on a tripod or something and bent over and worked the plug into his butt. It reminded me of the time on Thanksgiving, very sexy.

He says he wishes he could share it with me, which gave rise to some nice fantasy play about swapping butt plugs from his ass to mine, possibly with some third party doing the swapping. He doesn't have a regular fuckbuddy right now, and one night stands are not usually the best place to bring in butt play if you're a guy. But then I'm not a guy, so maybe they are. He seems a little shy about it though, maybe lingering insecurity about people thinking he's gay. Honestly, guys need to get over than hangup. Really, I have no problem with a guy who's bi; makes him more exciting, truth be told. But they're so hard to find, because bi guys won't admit it. Hell, I have no problem with a guy who's gay fucking me in place of another man. My ass is just as inviting as a man's ass. It's only happened once or twice.

I only remember one time, but I think it might have been more than that. I had a friend in college, very nice guy, flaming queen. We got along all right, although I'll be honest and say that his flamingness was kind of tedious at times. But he was good at what he did. Anyway, he and I and a couple of other friends were watching a movie and I looked over and I noticed that he had a huge hardon in his pants. It was pretty obvious because of the pants he was wearing too, and I figured it would be only a matter of time before someone else saw and I worried that it would embarrass him. So I got him out of the room somehow. Fortunately we were very comfortable with each other at that point; he'd seen me naked, I'd seen him, we'd talked about sex very openly, so it wasn't weird for me to point out that he was showing off a little.

He said it was because he was just so horny, he hadn't been laid in too long. I jokingly said that if I had been a guy, I would have helped him out. He said at that point he didn't really care. I mean, he wasn't attracted to me at all. He was really gay. But he said jacking off wasn't cutting it; he needed a lay.

Well, being the charitable soul I am, I offered to help him out. I was figuring I could give him a blowjob, and it started out like that. But he was getting limp and I wasn't having any luck (I'm shocked I'd admit that, because I tell everyone I could get a dead man to cum), so I told him I had a strapon and I'd love to fuck him with it.

When I got back with the harness, he was reading a porno mag and idly jerking off. He bent over the bed, still reading the magazine, and pulled his pants all the way down and said go to it. It was strangely impersonal, but that was kind of hot too.

He enjoyed being fucked; in fact he had to tell me to be more rough because to start with I was much too gentle for his experienced ass. His cock swelled up and his balls retracted and he looked like he was going to cum pretty soon, but he didn't. After fifteen minutes (I kid you not) of frenzied action on my part, including him jacking off himself and me jacking him and stroking his balls, he told me it was no good, that he just needed a man.

I wasn't about to give up so easily, so I pulled him up, ripped off the harness, bent over, and told him to fuck my ass in the deepest, manliest voice I could manage. I wasn't really lubed up at all and he wasn't small, so it hurt a little to begin with, and he wasn't gentle either. But I bit down on the covers to keep from making any girlish noises and just let him fuck me. I finally did cum, but it wasn't much of one, and I don't know if he felt it in my ass. But shortly after that, he finally cried out something and pumped my bowels full of semen. I mean, he came like a fucking explosion. He must have really been pent up.

After that he felt better, although we'd missed the rest of the movie. We did both feel a little strange about it, and for a few days we acted a little funny around each other, but in the end he told me that he was glad I had been his first girl. I offered to let him try out the other hole as well, just for comparison, and he laughed and told me that he wasn't that hard up. Turns out that a few days after our little session, he found the love of his life, though they didn't know it at the time. They're still together, and he's become monogamous and there's talk of marriage (albeit the sham unsanctioned by the state). I met the guy a few times, seemed nice enough, although not flaming at all, so I wonder how that works out for them. They're not the type of couple to have one guy be the wife, and my friend wasn't feminine, just flaming.

Anyway, long story short, Mike has been tickling his bum a bit. And hopefully come Easter he'll come home and let me do a little tickling myself. We'll see.