My Sisters Again

By continued popular demand, here are my sisters again. I'm sure that Sheri will bawl me out for not including a description of her in my last post (at least, not one as detailed as my description of Mari) so I'll do that first.

I may have mentioned that Sheri sprouted tits ridiculously early. She played with her nipples a lot when she was younger, and they swelled up and got very responsive. But she's always had the largest nipples of the three girls. Hers aren't mammoth or anything, but unlike mine, which when I get excited just get hard and pointy, hers actually swell up and get larger.

But her breasts are big, and men are attracted to her because of that. I'm sure she got away with things when she was younger simply because guys couldn't believe that she was really as young as she was, with tits like that. She's the shortest in the family, and she's also the heaviest (sorry sis, but that's not saying you're fat) although she's not fat. She has just always been the most zaftig, and with her body type like that her breasts look proportional. She's a few inches shorter than I am, but she also wears heels that I wouldn't wear on a dare, so sometimes we come out looking the same height, or nearly.

One thing I think helped Sheri and I is that we don't look like twins or anything. So people who didn't know us might just think we looked similar but weren't related, which helped if people saw us fooling around. Not fucking, understand, but doing things that sisters probably shouldn't do in public, or at least acting in a way which might arouse suspicion.

But don't for a second think that we never played on the fact that we were sisters. We've shared a number of guys over the years, and Sheri is much less cautious than I am, so most of them have known we were sisters. That's not such a big deal if we just share the guy in turns, but if we're all three making out, it's hard to deny that incest is occurring.

I don't know why, but for some reason nobody seems to get all that bothered by two sisters making love. I mean, if I told friends I've known for years that Mike and I fuck, or that Dad and I do, they'd be shocked, but some of them have watched Sheri and I make love and didn't care. I know a lot of guys find it extra sexy that two sisters are fucking. It's certainly worked in the past for us. We sometimes even spring it on guys while we're fucking them.

I remember once, she met this guy, much older than either of us. He wasn't a friend of the family or anything, just this guy. She said he'd get us some booze if we went over to his place. At that point the illicit thrill was still very much a part of my life, so we put on some sexy outfits and headed over. Sheri wasn't wearing any underwear, and her nipples were sticking through her shirt really obviously. I dressed a little more demurely, because even though I was pretty sure where this was going, I was still young and shy. It wasn't the first time Sheri and I had sneaked out to fuck some guy, but usually the guy was our age. And it wasn't the first time I'd had liquor; Sheri and I had tried it once or twice previously, but this was the first time I would be drinking with someone other than her.

When we got there, he had already brought out the wine. I'd never had wine before, and I felt very grown up. He was wearing just a pair of sweats, no shirt or anything. A very attractive guy, not a creepy old pedo or anything like that. He was in his twenties, and I guess he just missed high school girls. Since I wasn't in high school, I guess he missed junior high girls too.

He wanted to know who I was, and Sheri winked at me and told him I was just a friend. He seemed a little taken aback by having me there, but since, as I said, Sheri and I don't look too similar and she was dying her hair blonde at that point, I think his concern was more with what I was doing there, rather than whether I was her sister. I don't think he wanted me there, think he was just planning on a solo outing with my sister and some wine. After all, I don't have my sister's assets, and I probably looked younger than I was (which I've found can be an asset too, to the right people) so maybe he was worried about that.

She said I was cool, that I tagged along because I wanted some free booze. Then she looked up at him with these big doe eyes and said she had promised, and he melted a little and let us in. I could see the bulge in his sweats start to grow a little as he looked us over.

We sat on the floor with him and the wine, and he poured us huge glasses of the stuff into big water glasses. Totally not classy, and I've since learned that his choice of wine was incredibly not classy, nearly wine in a box, basically just to get drunk with. I'm not a fan of wine now, but back then I would drink anything you put in front of me. He sipped his, we gulped ours. I guess, in hindsight, we were lucky he didn't put GHB in the wine or something.

Of course, back in those days it didn't take anywhere near as much to get me buzzed, so after the first glass was gone I was pretty much drunk and giggly. Sheri was a little better, but the two of us were well on the way. The guy was still on his first glass, but he seemed to be enjoying himself a lot more too. He poured me another glass, another for Sheri, topped his off, and then leaned back and asked if we were feeling as sexy as we looked. The way he was looking and the angle, he could see right up our skirts, and of course Sheri's naked cunt was drawing his eye.

She giggled and asked if this answered his question. Then she kissed me, full on the mouth. It surprised me, not because I was really surprised, but because the wine had slowed my reaction time. I shrieked and then giggled and kissed her back. This guy just looked thrilled.

So we kept drinking our wine, got tipsier and tipsier, and made out. The guy gave us instructions like he was watching a porno, and his hand was on his crotch so he very well might have been. He had Sheri take off her top, and then I suckled at her breasts for a while while she started her third glass of wine. Some of it spilled on her chest and I lapped it up. Then he wanted to see my tits, so I slipped my dress over my head and was sitting there in just my bra, panties, and stockings (I gave up wearing stockings for the most part a long time ago, but this was before that).

He really liked the look of the two of us, half naked and kissing. At a certain point he slipped his own pants down to pull out his cock and stroke it while he instructed both of us to get up and do a little dance for him. We got up, very unsteadily, lots of giggles, and twirled around slowly. Sheri slipped her skirt down without being asked, and there she was in the altogether, just her shoes still on. She's not as tan as Mari, but she doesn't spend as much time outdoors. Her hips are the widest of the three girls, childbearing hips she has (which makes it a pity that she'll probably never bear a child) and her ass is almost ghetto booty. Where Mari often has tan lines, Sheri tans nude, so there's no lines on her. At that point, she was trimming her pubes, which are browner than mine and less gold than Mari's, into a wedge pointing down to her honey pot.

When the guy asked if I'd ever licked her pussy, I just got on my knees without answering and started tonguing her. I felt him come closer and pull my panties away from my ass, and I moved it a little so he could get a better look at the goods. He must have liked what he saw, because he slid a finger into my passage very easily.

It starts to get a little blurry because I was on my fourth glass of wine by then, but I still remember most of it. Sheri got down in front of the guy and started sucking his cock, and he pulled me over to him and started kissing me, wet and sloppy, his tongue all over my lips and face. He kept giving me wine, from his glass, from the bottle, until I have no idea how much wine I drank. He would have Sheri come up and kiss him too, and take a pull from the bottle himself. We were all three pretty fucked up.

He came in Sheri's mouth after a few minutes of her ministrations, and then he said he wanted to taste her pussy to see if wine made it taste better. So he poured a little wine on her tummy and lapped it up and dove his head between her legs. He was still fingering me with one hand, but eventually it became too hard to resist Sheri, and he slipped out of me and moved his attention to her. "Why don't you let your friend lick that cute little gash?" he said as he did, so I went over and sat on Sheri's face. She's good at eating me out, but does tend to be distractable, even at her soberist, which this wasn't. So I was warmed up but nothing more by the time the guy announced he needed to fuck.

Sheri pushed me off her and got to her hands and knees and slapped her butt drunkenly. The guy got behind her, and I could see his cock slip into her. He wasn't very big, actually. But he made up for it with the tempo of his thrusts. He was like a fucking hummingbird or something. Sheri cried out and sounded like she was cumming almost immediately.

In the back of my head I wondered whether or not the guy should have been wearing a condom. When he came inside her several minutes later, that same little rational piece of my mind wondered if he knew she wasn't on the pill. Hell, I only knew because she'd told me. My parents thought she was too, as did Mari and possibly Mike. But she stopped taking it.

But the rational part was easy to ignore, especially when I was cleaning off the guy's cock and then eating his cream out of Sheri's open pussy. He tasted like wine, or maybe my mouth just tasted like wine. He was asking Sheri something about whether I'd ever fucked before, because I looked so innocent. She laughed and told him I was as ready to fuck him as she was.

We ended up on either side of him on the floor, both stroking and sucking his cock while he diddled both of us. We would kiss each other too, sloppy, wine-filled kisses, then work on his cock some more. Once he was hard, he told me he wanted to try the innocent one, so I got up and Sheri helped me mount him. Everything was kind of waving around a lot, and bouncing made me feel a little queasy. I think he sensed this, because he pulled me down to his chest and kissed me, then he took my hips and started pumping up into them. I could feel Sheri licking us both, his balls and my ass.

I came once, just from the onslaught of it, the speed with which he was thrusting. I couldn't feel things the same way, but unlike being stoned I felt everything, just strangely. I even felt his balls draw up as he grabbed my hips and forced me down on him and came. I didn't feel him spurting, but I felt Sheri licking the cum out after it was done. I was busy taking another drink from the bottle that he'd handed me. He killed the dregs and smiled and said he loved just lying there with me on top of him.

We basked in the afterglow a little, as much as we could bask, as drunk as we were. Sheri toyed with his cock and he would pet us or kiss us. I think he was done for the evening. We probably should have been too, but Sheri wanted more. When she started nuzzling him he tried to turn her away, to tell her he was too drunk. But she wouldn't take no for an answer.

His cock was limp though, and that was a problem. She asked him sweetly if watching us fucking would revive him enough for one more go. He said he doubted it, but he didn't try very hard to talk her out of it. In the end we were crawling all over him, kissing and licking and fingering. And still he wasn't responding, really. He was semi-hard, but not really ready.

So Sheri sprung it on him. "I lied," she said. "This isn't my friend."

"What do you mean?" he said with a slightly worried look.

"It's my little sister," she grinned.

His eyes got big and his cock responded. I grinned drunkenly and nodded. He wanted to know how little. We told him. He never asked how old Sheri was, so I assume she either said she was eighteen (she wasn't) or she told him her real age. Since he seemed more turned on by knowing that I was younger than her, I can't believe he would have cared if she told him she wasn't eighteen. Like I said, maybe he missed high school.

He wanted to fuck us both again, but in the end he couldn't. He pulled out and came in my mouth though, well, more like all over my face. Sheri and I cleaned up as best we could. And he fell asleep on the floor, naked. We could have tied him up or robbed him blind. I guess we were all a little foolish that evening.

I was feeling a little sick, and while I don't know that Sheri was feeling any better, she tried to be the older sister and helped me home. We managed to avoid Mom and Dad, so we didn't have to explain anything. The next day I had a splitting headache and it was a school day, so it was hard. I don't think I resolved never to drink that much again, but it certainly helped me to try to define my limits. Not that defining them has kept me from exceeding them.

Anyway, Sheri and me, young, drunk, and sisters. Hope you enjoy the story. Hope she doesn't think I'm calling her fat. I'm not, sis, I promise. I love your curves, and so does everyone else.

My Sisters

As per a request I had to talk more about me and my sisters, I'm... well, I'm going to talk about me and my sisters, actually. I know, it's shocking.

One of the first things I know people think is that my parents were terribly cruel, naming their daughters like that. I mean, what kind of name is Mari? And why do all of our names end in "i?" And why isn't Mike named "Miki" or something like that?

Well, you should know that while I don't promise that these are actually our names, if they aren't (and I'm not saying that they aren't) they're awfully close. We all go by these nicknames because we're sisters and we think it's cute. A lot of people don't know me by the name Lexi because they know me professionally. I certainly don't sign my name with the "i" at the end dotted with a heart or anything. I'm not Barbie.

Mike has nearly always been Mike, and that's his professional name too. He signs things Mike. I don't know, if he ever becomes a high-priced lawyer or something, he might start going by something else, but since he has no plans to become a high-priced lawyer, I'm not seeing that happening in the near future.

But I'm sure you didn't want to read about our names. And I got an email from Mari the other day, which reminded me of her. She and her girlfriend/partner (I'm not sure what to call her because they certainly aren't fooling around, and if it were possible I think they'd probably be engaged at least, and titles are awkward) are doing fine, living well. It made me a little sad, because I've never actually met this woman she's probably going to spend the rest of her life with. She can't bring herself to meet the parents (and by extension the rest of the family) yet. And I'm also a little sad because chances are I may never make love with Mari again.

She's always been the older sister. I mean, that's obvious, but she's older enough that she's always been two steps ahead of the rest of us. Shari may be precocious as far as certain things are concerned, but Mari has always been the most mature by a long shot.

She had a few guys other than my dad and Mike, when she was younger. I think it was partially because she thought it was expected, and partially curiosity. After she lost her cherry (she bled very early too, younger than either me or Sheri) she spent a few years trying to convince herself that she liked cock. She'd be the first to admit this was foolish. I don't know if maybe the reason why she hasn't brought her girlfriend home is because she's still slightly resentful about the family. I know she felt a little betrayed that Mom doesn't want to make love with her. And she felt that Dad was trying to pressure her into a sexuality that just wasn't her. I mean, at the time, of course; I think she's gotten over that part of it by now.

But I was still a little kid, so I only have it second-hand. Of course, Sheri had been popped around the same time (not first, but soon thereafter) so the two of them could do practically whatever they wanted with each other. With me, later on, they had to be more careful to keep me intact. But I remember Sheri and Mari fooling around on numerous occasions. I would come up with a friend and find them rolling around on the floor naked, and even though I was still young, I knew that it wasn't appropriate for my friend to see them like this, and I'd have to make sure they didn't see.

Make no mistake, we had friends over to the house, throughout school. And not for sex or anything. We had normal childhoods, with normal friends. I have friends who have no idea of anything that's gone on in my life. I know that I seem like I probably come off as a slut, but really, as I've mentioned before, I'm pretty shy for the most part.

I remember watching my sisters making love when I was old enough to enjoy it but hadn't yet joined in. They didn't use any toys, just fingers and mouths. Mari has always been the most tan of the girls, and her hair is more golden than red. Back then she had just started to blossom, little breasts standing out of her chest (they never got too much bigger, sorry hun, but they're still bigger than mine, and she's shorter than me so they look even bigger on her) with perky tanned nipples, so skinny, not an ounce of baby fat on her. I envy my sister's physique; she gives Kate a run for her money when it comes to physique. She's athletic too, very high metabolism so she can eat anything. And her belly button was just the cutest little thing, an outy where all the rest of the family were innies (unfortunately it grew less and less outy after she hit puberty and it's almost impossible to tell now).

Her hips and backside are where she's justifiably proud; for all that she has a very skinny figure, she has always had very shapely buns. You can see her rib cage, but it's like her hips are sculpted from nothing but flesh. They aren't soft at all, very taut, but at the same time, there's no bones to make them lumpy. She has always kept her hair long, never cut it short, but the rest of her body is practically hairless even without any attention, and she gives it plenty. She started shaving her pubes as they grew in (although now she's got some depilatory thing or something that she uses, swears by it, says it leaves her smooth for weeks) so the only hair is on her head.

And is she lithe. She was a gymnast and a swimmer and a runner; she's so flexible she can actually put both her legs behind her head. I haven't seen her do it in a while, and since she's not being as athletic any more, maybe she's not able to do it any more, but back in the day, if she had been interested in cock, she could have had all she wanted and more.

Which brings me back to Mari and cock. I don't know when the last time she and Dad made love was, nor do I know when she and Mike last made love. Mike, she doesn't feel she has to. My dad is different. He's the only guy who she let fuck her for a long time, and probably since their last time too. She enjoys being penetrated, in both pussy and ass (although she came to anal last in the family), but she prefers a strapon or ideally a double dildo for that. She mentioned that she and her girlfriend have an ideal relationship in that regard; Mari enjoys getting, and her girlfriend enjoys giving. They have an impressive collection of different strapons.

Making love with Mari with a strapon was always fun, because it was the only time when I'd get to be dominant in our relationship. Like I said, she was always my older sister. Sheri oftentimes is my younger sister (although obviously not in age), even Mike's younger sister. But with Mari, the only time I could be above her was when I was fucking her with a strapon.

We didn't always fuck face to face, but that was how we enjoyed it most. Aside from a brief spell where she was interested in being buggered, it was almost always me in the cradle of her hips, staring down at her cloudy eyes. She has greenish-gray eyes which change with her moods, but when I was on top of her, they were always more gray than green. She'd wrap her legs around my back and pull my hips down to hers, and make little whimpering noises when I bottomed the strapon out inside her and we bumped. Her breasts rocked the way mine never do, and her nipples are bigger than mine so they bounced appealingly, which usually made me grab them and press into her cunt harder until she came.

After she had enough, she'd release me from her legs and lay me back, and it was all older sister after that. I miss it sometimes, when I'm making love to a woman: those gray eyes changing to green as she gets up and starts working her fingers into my pussy, her face getting closer and closer to me until our noses are touching and she starts to lick my lips.

This was supposed to be about Sheri too, but it's mostly about Mari. Sorry for that. Maybe one day soon she'll feel comfortable enough with her girlfriend to bring her home. And maybe on that day she'll tell her about us, and I can have my older sister back. Maybe her girlfriend will want to join our family properly. And since the chances are good that she won't want to fuck Dad and I'll be the only woman there who wants to, I'll get to welcome her properly. Mari says she's incredible in bed. I've asked for a picture so I can at least judge my sister's taste in women.

Understand, if Mari doesn't want to tell her about the family secret, we'll be perfectly okay with that. I don't know if I could marry a man who wasn't okay with my family history, because for one thing I don't know if I could marry a man who wouldn't share me with at least my father and brother (I'd be willing to share his father or brothers, and let him share my sisters or his, as well as other people too). But if Mari is happy with things as they are, and it means I can never express my love to her physically, I can still express my love in other ways. I know she and Dad will miss their very infrequent fucks, but it's not like he doesn't have other women. Don't think for a minute that my family can't express love without sex. I just don't talk about that as much because it's not as interesting.

Suggestion Received

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

At the suggestion of a faithful reader (he knows who he is, and once again, congratulations to him and his bride-to-be) I have done some tagging. Obviously, people's names are for stories involving those people. Recollections are for stories from my past, Happenings are for stories from my present, and Fantasies are stories from the future. Okay, that was pat. Fantasies are pretty obvious.

I didn't tag every time a person is mentioned because if you're that interested, you can do a site search in Google. And since I tend to ramble, there are often multiple taggings of a single post, because it's hard to categorize. Actually, it's very hard to categorize sometimes, and if there's a post which doesn't have a tag that you think it should, let me know.

So see, I'm very responsive (online as well as other places). Drop me some suggestions on tagging or stories you'd like to hear. You'd be surprised.

Oh, and for the suggestion, a snapshot reward.


That is, in fact, something running out of my mouth. It can be hard to see at this scale, but it's definitely dripping down my chin. I'll leave it up to you to decide what that something might be. I'll give you a hint: it's smaller than a breadbox and it comes up a lot in my house.

Have fun guessing. Oh, and by the way, in case you hadn't figured it out, the posts tagged with Me are, in fact, the pictures, since nearly every post in this blog involves me in one way or another.

Not Yet, But Maybe Soon

James and Sveta were over earlier today. They came right after church, which makes me feel like I'm a succubus corrupting both of them, which is a nice way to feel on a Sunday. They spent yesterday out together, but they couldn't go back to either of their houses because parents were there in both. And they've gotten so they like on weekends to have a nice place to make love romantically. So although they fooled around in the car a little bit yesterday, they hadn't had proper sex until they showed up at my house.

They asked if they could come over and use my place, and of course I said yes, because I wanted to see them. But when I let them in through the back door, they were really involved in one another. I asked if they minded if I watched, and they didn't seem to care, so I settled back on the couch and just let them be together.

For all her complaining about wanting to have all of James, the two of them are much more into each other than he and I ever were. They look good together, and they don't need to talk. James didn't even need to ask; Sveta was on her knees pulling his cock out before I think he even knew he wanted her to. And she's gotten much better at sucking cock. I should teach her to deepthroat and a few other little tricks I know, but although I admit no master when it comes to giving head, she knows just what he wants. Like I said, they don't have to talk at all. It's very synergistic.

When he looked like he was getting to hot to handle, she got up and let him undress her. He was so gentle, it was so sweet, and I was incredibly turned on by it. She hasn't gotten any less attractive naked, and when she lay back to let him eat her out, her breasts just pooled on her chest like her body had two fountains which bubbled breasts not water. God, thinking about it... I really wish I had some pictures to show you. But even if I did, I wouldn't for various reasons. Just imagine two ample but not oversize mounds of breasts with pert, perky pinkish-brown nipples about the size of half-dollars (for those not familiar with that size, I'd say maybe an inch and a half across) that just sway as she moves. The nipples aren't dark, but they aren't as pink as mine are, for instance.

And her skin, save for a few blemishes (she's young, it's natural) is smooth and pure and I just want to eat it up. Her mousy brown hair looks so plain when it's up, but when she lets it down (and she's been doing that more and more, I think because she's starting to feel more comfortable with herself) it's still the same cute color but it's unruly and can't be tamed. She doesn't have a roll of fat on her but you can't see a single bone; she's smooth and round and inviting. And between her legs, well, she's changed a lot since I first met her. She and James agreed that they liked her to have pubes, but I told her that she could leave some and clean up a little. I don't know if she had any idea what I meant at first, but since then she's trimmed everything below the pubic bone, but she left that beautiful unruly pubic hair growing above, so she still looks like herself, but easier to maintain, or so she says.

And James, he's getting to be a handsome young man, now that he's got confidence. He says everyone has noticed in the past few months how he's seemed to get more attractive, and it's all because he feels comfortable with himself. His hair has gotten a little longer and he's thinking of growing a beard over the summer (I'm down on that, but Sveta thinks its cute, although how cute she'll think it is between her legs remains to be seen). And his cock, well, I don't think it's gotten any longer or thicker, but he really knows how to please the gals in his life with it. If he gets a little more experience with other women, size really won't matter for him, and he's not small by any means. But who knows, maybe he and Sveta will stay together and they'll just get so good at pleasing one another that it won't matter. Or maybe they'll stay together but be open. Never can tell.

Part of the reason why Sveta thought trimming was a good idea is because it's harder to clean up a full bush when she cums all over it, which she did almost as soon as James got to work eating her out. Either he's gotten really good or she was hard up. Probably a bit of both. It really is remarkable how much the girl squirts. If I didn't know better I'd swear she was faking it and just pissing. But it's not piss, guys. I know people doubt that, but this isn't piss. I've tasted piss, and this isn't it.

Once she stopped cumming she sat up and asked me if I could get her a glass of water. I didn't want to leave, but again, for her, hydration is important, so I fetched one. She downed most of it in one gulp, then set it aside and rolled onto her hands and knees. At some point when I was out of the room he got a condom on, so he was ready. James got behind her, and they both got this look of satisfaction as he penetrated her. I've seen pictures of me and various guys, and only with the special ones do I get that look. I think these two are special.

Neither of them lasted long. It's amazing that she came again so quickly, given the force of her orgasms. But James managed to hold out the minute or so that it took to work her into a tizzy, and then he gripped her hips hard and pressed deep, and I could see both of them cumming. There was an air of incompleteness though, and I really feel sorry for the poor kids because frankly, I think James should get to cum inside her. They're so great together, not having the completion is torture. But it's not a good idea. We've talked.

Once they both rolled into each other's arms and were lying there in the afterglow, I gave them a little applause, which I think they appreciated. Sveta stripped the condom off of James and cleaned him up herself, which was incredibly hot to watch. I confess, I was as wound up as I could possibly be.

James, of course, was pretty much ready to go again after being cleaned off; the refractory period of a teenage male is unreal sometimes. Mike and I have fucked at times when he would cum inside me and never stop fucking, just keep thrusting all through cumming and stay hard and keep fucking until he came again. He said it was tough sometimes, but he did it on more than one occasion. It always made him proud.

Sveta looked sated, so I politely inquired if I could borrow James for a minute or two while she rested up. She nodded, and I started pulling my clothes off, what little I was wearing. James stopped me when I was down to my bra and panties, a very sexy matched lace set in emerald green (matches my eyes), and asked if he could fuck me while I was wearing them. I swear, the two kids even talk about sex more freely. I remember when it was all I could do to get James to say the word fuck, but now he asks me matter-0f-factly whether I would mind him fucking me wearing my panties.

I didn't mind, but I told him that since Sveta would no doubt want another go, he had to only put it in the safe hole. He laughed and nodded, and Sveta blushed a little (very cute) at the mention of anal. But she is aroused by the thought, I know. Someday soon we'll work toward popping her anal cherry.

James did his usual good job fucking me from behind, and after I came very satisfactorily, he looked over to Sveta. I wasn't sure what was going on, but she smiled and nodded, although she seemed a little resigned. When James grabbed my hips a moment later and gasped, I realized that he was asking her permission to cum inside me. I didn't stop him, but once he pulled out and I felt cum, thinner than his first time (but that's natural) running down my inner thigh, I said to both of them that I didn't need James to cum inside me, and if Sveta felt more comfortable, he could pull out, or even let her finish him. James said that he wanted permission because he enjoyed cumming inside me, and it wasn't just for her, and she said that she didn't really mind, but she wished... and then trailed off. I said I understood, but I still didn't think it was a good idea until things were safer.

Then James asked both of us if we would like to make love and let him watch. He just said it. Sometimes, the boy isn't so bright. I glared at him and said it wasn't a show, and Sveta looked at me and said, like she expected I would be upset, that she wasn't ready for that. I was a little disappointed, but mostly pissed at James because if he hadn't been so forward, maybe I could have at least cuddled with Sveta a little. I gave her a kiss on the cheek and said I didn't want her to do anything she wasn't ready for, and that it could wait. I don't know how long I can wait, frankly, because I want her bad. But I'm a patient gal. Maybe I'll get her over here by herself, so James can't screw the pooch, so to speak.

James looked at his watch and said he thought there was enough time for one more time, and Sveta said she'd like that, and would I mind? Of course I didn't mind. I suggested that Sveta try riding James this time, since I know that's something she's been working on, and she blushed a little and agreed. She even let me hold his cock up and let it ease into her teen pussy. God I wanted to kiss her right then. If only we were all three making love, then we could all three be involved in these things. I would love to sit on James' face and make out with Sveta while he ate me out and fucked her. Or any other permutation of threesomes for that matter. But as it was, I gave her a peck on the cheek because she looked a little strained, then sat back to watch and she slowly began moving atop him.

He lasted through her orgasm, which splashed his own pubic hair to the point that he definitely needed a shower afterward. Once she collapsed onto his chest, I told him to roll her over because she was too weak to keep going. So he rolled, still inside her, and raised himself up a little to get a better angle and then started rutting her, harder than I would have recommended. But she was loving it, crying out his name and other things, and she actually gushed again before he slowed, pulled out, ripped off the condom, and gave her a facial worthy of a porn star.

I would have loved to lick it off her, but in the end I had to settle for getting some towels to help them clean up a little so they didn't look like they'd just come from an orgy. I kissed both of them, as deeply and lovingly as I dared with Sveta, and sent them on their way.

Once Dad and Mom got home from their errands, I grabbed Dad and told him he had to fuck me, hard, right now. He's used to that, and he didn't even care that I had a large plug in my butt. He said it made me tighter, and as long as he didn't have to worry about it, I could put whatever I wanted in my other holes.

I wish he were up now, because I want some more cream in my pussy. I miss having Mike home, because he was always up when I was, and he was never shy about giving me the cum inside me I deserve.

So maybe next week, I'll get Sveta alone and we'll go all the way. Sounds like I'm in Fifth Grade, I know (actually, in Fifth grade I wasn't talking like that, but anyway), but I think she's ready, she just doesn't want James watching. I can understand that. Eventually, of course, she'll want him watching, or even participating, but baby steps. And I can teach her all my secrets for pleasing men and women. And we can work on getting her asshole ready for James' cock, because she'll want it up there, I promise. I'm that good.

Invitation

You've probably seen that I've put some tagging into play, slowly but surely, over the past few months. I wish I could put some kind of public tagging into action, but it's just too much of a hassle.

So I'm appealing to any readers I might have: help me help you. Are there any tags I should use? Any I've forgotten? Would you like me to tag every time a person appears in a post, or just when it's mostly about them? Are there people I should add to the tag list? Subjects? Events?

For that matter, take this as an invitation to write in and tell me what to do. Would you like to hear about a particular thing? Or person? How about something I mentioned in the past but seem to have forgotten? Or maybe something I mentioned but didn't flesh out, and you want me to? How can I change my writing to appeal to you? More description? More backstory? What do you want to read?

Feel free to comment to posts (I do read them all, since I have to approve them all before they are published) or write me at lexinaughtygirly(AT)gmail.com with suggestions. I know, you all want more pictures. We'll see about that. But as far as writing is concerned, I'm not sure what people like and don't like. So write in and tell me. I'd like to know. I won't promise to deliver (although most reasonable requests will be granted, just ask people who've already asked for things) but I would like to know.

There's a reason why I'm using a blog rather than a webpage (okay, ease of use, but other than that): I want to hear from you. Really I do.

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.