Mike and Toys

When he left after Thanksgiving, I gave Mike a buttplug to take with him. No, I'm not trying to turn him off women; he likes a little anal play. I guess if he'd grown up in a family with brothers instead of sisters, or if Dad had been open to exploring bisexuality, my little brother probably would have been bi by now. That seems to be the way it goes; boys who grow up fairly sexually with other boys do tend to explore that aspect of things.

But he's making up for lost time now. He's still not comfortable with the idea of trying to find a guy to try out on his own, I think both because of worries about STDs and because he's still got this macho thing. Honestly, why is it that women can jokingly make out and nobody thinks too much of it, but two guys would rather be dead than be caught holding hands, let alone doing anything else. So anyway, Mike doesn't want anyone to think he's gay. I don't know why (well, I do understand, but I think he's being a wuss).

But he's been doing insertion play for a while now. Ever since we tried it that first time a while ago (which was longer ago than I realized, I guess) he's been toying with his ass. And now that he's got this plug, he says he wants a vibe too. I told him he could buy one himself. But I do like the thought of something that's been in my ass being in his ass too.

Anyway, he puts the plug in and sits at his computer and jacks off to porn. I told him he needs to find a lady. He said he's too busy for that. I can understand that feeling. But he says that he wishes he had me there, because when he cums with the plug in his ass, he cums buckets. The first time he tried it, he spurted all over the place, had to clean up, left some suspicious stains. He doesn't have roommates, per se; he's living in an apartment. But he has housemates. They're not as cool as Gwen, or he probably could have gotten them to help him out. Or not. Guys are uptight about it in a way I don't really get.

I can't wait for him to come home again, because I think I'm going to strap on a dildo and fuck his ass. Maybe we can talk Mom into sucking him off while I do, because then the cum won't go to waste. But in any case, I'm going to have to get him to fuck me with a plug in his ass, because I want to feel the buckets inside me.

Been Sitting On This For a While

Back last month when I was very few and far between, I lost track of a question I'd gotten and then promptly forgot. But I remembered it today, and now I'm going to answer it. Hope it's not too late for whoever asked it.

"What is the most public sexual experience you have ever had? I ask the question with respect to number of possible onlookers and likelihood that those onlookers might take the opportunity." -Anonymous Comment

Well, this was in response to my answers about superlatives, and I think it's a valid question. I answered a similar one about being caught. And frankly, if I had to count the number of people, my stories about the beach probably take pride of place, as far as the most public sex I've ever had.

But there's no way of knowing how public fucking on a beach is, because people aren't aware you're doing it unless they catch you. Whereas I've fucked publicly when everyone there was well aware of what was going on. Fewer people, but they were an audience. I may have mentioned that I've fucked for an audience before, and it's true.

From my hinting about my college experience, I think you can tell that I had exciting times. I didn't like college all that much, but I did like living on a campus with a lot of attractive people. Sure, there were a fair number of unattractive people, and assholes, and the lot, but there were many to choose from.

I'm shy as hell most of the time, but in a certain mood (inebriation helps) I can party pretty hardy. I've told you all about St. Patrick's Day my freshmen year. But that wasn't the only time I was crazy. It was the craziest, maybe, or at least I was the drunkest, but I did get buzzed and do various crazy things all through college.

My roomie Gwen and I threw a party for the entire dorm once where we wound up naked and making out in the center of the room. There were probably 20 people there, mixed group of guys and gals. It was a lingerie/boxer shorts party, and while a lot of people were simply wearing lounging wear, Gwen and I showed them all up by wearing bras and panties only. We attracted quite a crowd of boys when we started making out, and we had no need to get up for drinks, because they brought them to us. Eventually, she jokingly pulled my bra down, and I pulled hers down, and pretty soon we were in nothing but panties.

She has magnificent tits, a little smaller than mine, actually, but on her frame they look bigger. And by this point, I was far enough gone that I wanted her, and she was crazy enough to want me back, so we made out some more, then rolled into the center of the room and started taking bids on taking our panties off. We made 25 bucks to give them to interested parties, and then we just kind of ignored the rest of the party and made out on the floor. We didn't go down on one another, but there were fingers snaking into cunts all over. And I'm pretty sure that some of those fingers were observers.

In the end, we got up, told everyone to have fun, and hightailed it back to our room, because I was feeling a little shy even then. Also, I didn't want to get too crazy, and frankly, I was a bit worried that security would show up and find us. Although, later on, I realized that wouldn't have mattered.

See, I went to a very liberal liberal arts college (no, I won't tell you which one) which had very few rules, and what rules there were didn't amount to much. They'd confiscate alcohol if they found it in public places, and drugs weren't allowed, and parties that got too crazy would be shut down. But you could walk around naked and as long as nobody cared, nobody would complain and you'd get away with it. And who's going to complain about me naked? I thought not.

Anyway, that was pretty public, but it wasn't really sex. But a few parties later, I had a boyfriend of sorts, and he and I went to this drunken rager. I don't remember where it was, probably not on campus because it wouldn't have lasted. There were kegs and booze and drugs and all sorts of craziness. It wasn't that there were that many people; it was probably about the same size as a campus party. But they were crazier.

My date had no sense of limits, and he had way too much to drink, and was slobbering all over me while we tried to dance. He basically started feeling me up (I was wearing clothes which made this screamingly obvious to everyone) and saying in a very loud voice that he wanted to fuck me. And the other guys there were shouting, "Fuck her! Fuck her!" and I was a little intimidated and wanted to go home. Frankly, I was worried that I would get raped when my date passed out and I was left to the tender mercies of the crazy guys.

When I didn't immediately drop to the floor and let him have his way with me, he got all angry and staggered off looking for someone else to fuck, he said. I sort of shrank into a corner, but the guys there were drunk and rowdy, not insane. They gave me some looks, but that was it.

My "boyfriend" came back with this blonde bimbo who was wasted, more wasted than he was, and started pawing her on the dance floor. She was giggling at first, but then she started telling him to stop, and he just wasn't listening. Eventually, I went over to stop him from being a total dick and told him that it was time to go home, and that he should let the girl alone.

He got all weepy and sorry and I just wanted to kick his fucking teeth in. But then I turned around and saw that that bitch who had been acting like she was about to be raped was on her knees sucking some other guy's cock. He saw it too, and was all set to go over and fight for his honor, or something. I told him that if he'd just shut the hell up and not make trouble, I'd suck him off. I know, it seems a bit odd, but at this point, I was kind of tired and wanted to just get whatever was going to happen over with, and I figured that if I was with him, the other guys would leave me alone.

He wouldn't get hard. He was flaccid and staggering, and then he ran off with his cock hanging out looking for the bathroom. And something snapped. I wanted to piss the bastard off. So I found a guy I knew who was also there, who was drunk enough that I could proposition him but hopefully not drunk enough to be a limp sock, and told him I wanted to fuck him, right there in the room. The other guys, including the one getting his cock sucked by the blonde, were chanting again, and this guy wasn't going to say no.

By the time my ex-boyfriend came back, my new toy had his cock, which was nice and hard and long, up inside my cunt and was railing me while the guy who had just finished getting blown by the blonde was feeling my tits. Another guy offered me a drink, and I said what the hell. It was anger sex, nothing more, nothing less. My ex took one look at me, I smiled sweetly at him, and then he staggered off again.

Well, the guy who was fucking me pulled out and the blonde stepped in and finished him. Then she moved on to a third guy to suck him off. There were other guys in the room who wanted me, but the guy who had fucked me was sober enough to help me out of there.

I was pretty drunk, and I didn't know where my date was, and I didn't care. I wound up going back to my car and sleeping with the doors locked. I don't know what happened to the asshole, and I can't say that I care. I didn't see him again, and I didn't return his calls.

So that was pretty public, and there was plenty of opportunity to join in, although I was lucky that no one did.

But the most public audience-type sex I've ever had was even crazier than drunken party sex, of which I have more stories that I could tell, but won't right now. The most public sex I've ever had for an audience was when I was dating this guy in college who was heavily into the theatre. I mean, I'm into theatre, but he was an artist.

He was a masters student, putting together a thesis, and one of the things he had to do was do a performance critique for a group of faculty. He had this whole thing worked out with lots of arty crap, and he needed a woman to play a role where she would be naked along with him on stage (can you guess where this might be going). It was all deeply symbolic, Adam and Eve type shit.

Well, he couldn't get anyone else, so he asked me. I said sure, why not, because when I'm on stage, I tend to lose any inhibitions. The thing about this "play" was that it was all improvisational. There was a rough guideline for scenes, but dialogue and action were totally made up on the spot. He told me I'd be fine, and we even rehearsed the scene a few times, basically locked down the dialogue for that part of it. I was a little nervous, but it seemed like I could just stick to the script and we'd be fine. At least, he said we'd be fine.

Now I'm fine with improvisation; I can run off on a tangent a mile long. I just thought the whole thing was pretty flaky, truth be told. And I was a bit worried that he'd get flaky too, and I'd be trapped in that scene forever.

Well, the night of the crit came, and there were people there to see it, not just the faculty, but students too. I was a little nervous, but he reassured me. It was supposed to open the play (obviously, if it's Adam and Eve, right?) so we went out in our birthday suits and they brought up the lights, and there we were, naked in front of probably 50 people in the audience. Now nudity wasn't abnormal in our college theater, but full frontal was a bit out there. There were a few gasps. I'd like to think they were gasping at my beauty. Right?

Lo and behold, he starts improvising like crazy, just going on and on and on, and I'm standing there in the altogether trying to keep up. And finally, I don't know, I lost inhibitions and went over and kissed him. It wasn't in the plan at all. But it worked, I think, although I don't know, since I didn't really try to understand the deep significance of the play (it was really, really arty, which I'm not a huge fan of).

He was still in character, and I was feeling in some character, and while he kept going on (I remember ideas coming to me, but I'll be damned if I know from where or what he was saying) I got to my knees and started blowing him. I'll say this, it got a reaction, a murmur. He was a pro at acting; just kept right on going, working it into what he was saying. And then when I stood up and said something about fertility and being a woman (I don't even remember my own lines) and pulled him down to the stage, he finally shut up when I straddled him facing the audience, said various useful things, and then eased my hips down until he was inside me.

He was a good fuck, and being on stage didn't change that, and I'm afraid that I got into it and started spouting off at the mouth too. I was monologuing terribly.

Eventually, after I had cum once and was wrapping up my remarks, he stiffened and came into me, and then gasped the line that was the cue for the scene to be over. And the lights went down, and he slipped out from under me, letting semen spill out from my cunt, and headed backstage to change for the next scene. And I got the hell off stage too, because instinct sort of took over.

It wasn't porno, and it wasn't planned. And the faculty thought it was a bit too edgy, but they gave him a passing grade because the rest of it worked. And I realized that, while he was a good fuck, he was flaky as hell, and so we broke up because he was in love with the theatre.

So yeah, that was sex in public, don't you think? Answered that question hardcore! And I swear it's true. We were far enough away from the audience that I don't know if they could tell whether we were faking it or not, but simulated sex wasn't all that odd on stage at my college either. I know some people knew it was real. I told Gwen, for one thing. She thought it was sexy as hell, and we fucked very acrobatically for hours that night.

Keep those questions coming, and I'll try to be more prompt answering them. Lexinaughtygirly(AT)gmail.com, or you can post a comment.

Mixing Work and Pleasure

The theater where I do most of my local work does pay people, not very well though. But they also have volunteers a lot. It's sort of a community theater, but big enough that they pay sometimes.

Well, I got Sveta to volunteer, partially because I thought it would be a good thing, partially because I'm always on the lookout for volunteers, and partially because I want to take advantage of the opportunity to be backstage, have little to do, and spend some time with Sveta.

There was a little part of me that was hoping she might find a guy (or heck, a gal) too, or at least learn to come out of her shell around people a little. But it was a very little part. I was mostly being selfish.

So tonight was the first night she was volunteering. This show is pretty busy, so there was less quality time than I thought there would be, but we got to be together, and I think she liked helping out. She said she did, anyway. I was a little worried that we'd be really obvious, that people would think I was a horrible pedo or something. I mean, nobody knows how old she is, really, but she's in high school and I'm... well, I'm not in high school, I can tell you that.

People at the theater know I'm cheerfully bi, and that I'm a little bit easy (some people know more, but that's the common opinion) but since a lot of theatre people are gay, bi, easy, or a combination of the above, that doesn't arouse much interest.

Anyway, we kept to PDA to a minimum, partially because I don't like people who are all over each other backstage. I've worked with actors who do the show romance thing hard, they make out backstage, they have drama, etc. etc. I just wanted to have some company, not be annoying. So while we may have held hands a few times in the dark, and during intermission we found a quiet corner and sat and held each other and kissed a little, we weren't out there with it.

Toward the end of the night, when there's nothing left to do, we stood backstage waiting for the show to end and kind of snuggled, but again, being discreet (a word I cannot spell because I can't remember which discrete is which discreet). And one of my coworkers came up to me afterward and said, "She's cute, but you're keeping her on a pretty short leash even so." He was joking. It's too bad he's unavailable, because I think he thought she was more than just cute. But that was the only nudge-wink I got.

Then we drove home, and she announced that she was spending the night as I was getting ready to turn off to her house. I convinced her to just come over for a post-show snuggle and then head home, because I need sleep (and yet here I am, still up). I've got a matinee tomorrow (well, later today, I suppose).

So we headed home. My Dad was already asleep when we got in, but my mom was reading in the living room. She had a blanket wrapped around her (I made some noise to warn her) but I'm pretty sure Sveta could see that she was naked underneath. Didn't phase the girl at all. Or she hid it well. I'm being neurotic.

We went upstairs and spent 45 minutes or so making out, undressing each other, snuggling under the bedclothes, and then making out some more before I went down on her until she was moaning my name. She tasted like the theater, a little dusty, a little sweaty. But it was a good taste. And her pussy tasted just fine, thank you kindly. We got so warm we had to throw the covers off, and then I fingered her tight little asshole while I ate her out.

She squirted, as usual, and I don't care what people say, it is not just piss. It tastes totally different, mild and sweet and slightly scented of cunt without being gamy. She doesn't squirt a whole lot, most times, just a bubbling of it which wets my tongue. I really have to work on her to get her to turn into a geyser. We were both too tired for that.

Then when she recovered, Sveta returned the favor. She knows that I can cum more quickly and more often than she can, so she usually sticks around until I've gone off twice at least. Tonight was no different. Just watching her mousy little head bob as she licks my clit... breathtaking. And looking past her hair to her cute little backside is even more fun. I wish I could look and see her getting railed as she eats me. Maybe soon enough.

Watching her get her clothes back on was so arousing I had to finger myself, and she laughed and said I was insatiable, which I suppose is true. Then I remembered I had to get my clothes back on so I could drive her home, which killed my buzz a little. But we both got clothes mostly back on: I didn't bother with undergarments, and I noticed that she stuffed hers in her pockets instead of putting them on. So we drove back to her house commando, got pretty involved in the car outside her door, but before we could start tearing clothes off again, I stopped it, because while I wanted her again so bad I could taste it, I didn't think that it was a good idea. She looked a little disappointed.

And then I came home and couldn't sleep because I want her again. God damn, I wish I could post some photos because I want you all to see Sveta. She's got the cutest little body, so sexy. But she's more than just a cute body. As I said, I don't love her like someone I want to live with, but I love her. We don't have all that much in common, although we're developing more. But I love her like I'd love my little sister if I had one. That's the way this is. Not someone I'm going to marry (although I wouldn't be able to anyway, thank you prudes) but as a sister. Who happens to be a sexy teen. Shit, I'm incorrigible.

I hope she'll get to like working backstage, so she can volunteer for more than one day next time. This time was just a fill-in for someone. But next time, maybe she'll have a position on the crew. Or maybe she hated it. I won't push her. I needed help this time, and she happened to be available, and also I wanted to... yeah, I said it all at the beginning didn't I?

The British Have It Right

Saw this on the BBC and wished everyone could be so enlightened.

Britons 'saving money with sex'

I know I can save money on an evening out by fucking. But for some people, I suppose you have to have an evening out in order to find someone with whom to have sex. Plus, relationships can cost money.

The solution is incest, people. It's safer, better, and cheaper. Sure, if you've got a steady sweetie, that's fine too, but family love is the tops. Get out there and do it. I bet some of the people in that survey were.

Sveta

I'm going to talk about Sveta, because talking about Mike makes me miss him terribly, and while I'm probably going to see him at Christmas, I still don't want to talk about him. But I already have. Shit.

Okay, starting over. I'm going to talk about Sveta. Over the past several months, since she's been back in school, I've been waiting for her to grow apart from me. I've been waiting for her to have too much stuff to do to see me. I've been waiting for me to have too much stuff to see her. And it hasn't happened.

Well, I have had stuff, and she has too, but she's been over here a lot. And it's been great. Better than great. She's come so far as a lover. She still is the cutest little thing, but she can make me cum now like nobody's business. And when we make love, we're making love. We really get off on each other. We enjoy touching, kissing, holding. I like sleeping with her, although I couldn't do it every night, because I tend to hog the bed and get stiff and toss and turn at night. So when we sleep together, I don't generally wake up feeling as rested as I'd like. But I love falling asleep holding her, preferably after a wonderful session of orgasm after orgasm.

She loves to be fucked with a strap-on, but she prefers to receive, so I don't generally get a hard fuck from her if she's using it on me. But it's tender and loving. And I cannot get over how sexy she is. She's blossomed from this shy little girl into this sexy young woman. I wonder if anyone else has noticed? She says she's still just as socially shy as she always was, and she can't get it together with a guy.

So yeah, I'm in love with a teenager. Maybe not matrimonial love, but certainly like she's my younger sister. I never had a younger sister, so I guess I'm getting that out with Sveta.

I don't think she likes her family; she won't talk about them much at all. And I think she partially likes coming over to my house (which is what nearly always happens) because it's not her house. Which is too bad, but lucky me, right?

The thing is, I've been thinking seriously about telling her. Maybe not everything, or at least not right off the bat, but maybe telling her about some of it. It's not like I haven't let clues drop accidentally, or maybe subconsciously on purpose. She's seen and heard compromising things over at my house. She knows my Dad thinks she's sexy; he told her so, ostensibly to boost her morale to go out and find a guy, but in reality because he does. She is sexy.

We don't spend that much time around my family, but it's gotten to the point where she's over often enough that I can't hide her in the basement the whole time. She knows my parents know we're fooling around. And she's gotten other clues, like that time my Dad came in to wake me up naked and she was in my bed too.

So I was thinking of telling her, letting it all hang out, or some of it anyway, and seeing what she does. I don't think she'll turn me in or anything, she might just be hurt. I don't want to hurt her. On the other hand, if she was privy to the family secret, then she could join in, and I think she'd like that. She needs a family, if she doesn't like hers, and my family is a great family, I think.

It's not like she'd be the first person to ever find out. A few boys who've "dated" Sheri or me have known that we fucked each other, as well as lots of people where she lives who don't care and probably have their own family secrets. And my roomie in college knew. Not all of it, but she knew some of it. She was cool with it, wished she had a family like that. She didn't; her family was ultra-straitlaced, which is I guess why she was so adventurous and rebellious.

I've got to tell you all about my college roomie some time soon. Her name is Gwen [edit: can't call her Jen, even though I love the name, so I've changed it to something else, for those of you keeping score. If I fuck up and call her Jen again, well, I've fucked up. It's not her name.] (or it is for the purposes of me not having to type "my college roomie" over and over again) and she's the sexiest mostly-Asian chick ever. Much shorter than me, a tiny little dynamo, very hot body, and was she adventurous in the sack. When I got to college we were paired up randomly, but we stayed together long after other people were getting rooms to themselves. It was too much fun living with her. It really helped my homesickness. Anyway, more about Gwen some other post.

But she knew Mike was my brother, and he came up and spent a weekend at my college. And Gwen thought he was hot, and he was sleeping in our room, and she asked me if I was okay with her trying him out. By this point we were on the same page about most things sexual, so I said sure. And after I watched them fuck, I was so horny that I had to stroke myself a little, and Gwen put two and two together with some other twos and got 16 and said, "Hey, you two fuck, don't you?" And neither of us was in the mood to deny it.

So of course she wanted to watch. She wanted to know everything, but we managed to stave off her curiosity fairly well. "Yes, we fuck, have been for some time, he's good in bed isn't he? No, we're not adopted." She thought it was hot, took pictures (which I may one day post), loved watching him fuck me, wanted us to call each other "bro" and "sis" as often as possible. Which brings up one reason why I don't tell some people: they think it's more exciting than it really is. I'm not a sideshow. We love each other and enjoy fucking, and it is hot that we're brother and sister, but it's not that exciting. For me, anyway. But I don't hold it against people, and I don't imagine Sveta would feel that way.

So yeah, I'm thinking that maybe I'll tell Sveta. My worry is that she'll feel weirded out, not that she'll tattle on us. Maybe I could engineer either my Dad or my brother seducing her, and then tell her. She really could use a guy.

I'll have her come over, but I'll be running late, and Dad will meet her at the door wearing something slightly inappropriate, and chat with her, and then just work his magic.

No, I won't. That's terrible. She's still very fragile. Better that I just tell her, see how she feels about it, and then go from there. Maybe she'll want to step into it slowly. Maybe she'll be okay with it, but not interested in participating. Maybe I should wait for Mike to be here, so someone closer to her age will be available. We'll see.

God, I had forgotten what a drag it is not to have a computer, because with Mike here, I had his laptop. But now the only time I can get anything done is this late. Oy. Must go try to sleep. Well, maybe I'll try to cum once before I do that.

Trying Something

So you know how people liveblog? Well, I'm not going to sign up for twitter, nor am I going to update this page live, but I thought I'd try blogging while Mike fucks me. What do you think? You like the idea? Good, because I'm doing it anyway.

I've tried things like this before; I used to chat while being fucked a lot, and it's easier than typing one-handed in some respects, but in others, it's way harder. For one thing, either I've got to put the keyboard on the floor, or I've got to sit on him. Oh, but I just thought of something: I can use Mike's laptop. I've saved and we'll be continuing in a moment.

Okay, so now we're in my room. I wish I had a photo or something for a visual aid, but all my stuff is lost or not on this computer. So just look at other pictures on the site if you have to.

I was working in PJ bottoms and a t-shirt, because it's too damn cold to be going around naked all the time. But Mike got me out of the bottoms while I was logging back in. Geez it's hard to type in this position.

Okay, got a pillow or three, lying on them so my butt sticks up and he has access to it, a little easier to type now. He's rubbing my pussy through the panties, just simple cotton jobs because I wasn't feeling sexy today. Yesterday was another matter. But today, just blue cotton. Probably going to have to change them; getting all soaked back there.

C'mere you little shit and let me suck that cock. Hold on people, definitely can't type and suck at the same time. Mike, take over.

Hey readers, Mike here [with editing by Lexi because she went back over this afterward and was a control-freak -Lexi] talking at you. Never written a blog before so I'm just writing and if it's not blog-like, tough shit. My sis is the best cock-sucker ever, and I'm not just saying that because she's going to read this later, but because if she doesn't stop soon, I'm going to blow my wad in her mouth instead of somewhere better. It's really hard to type and get blown, you know that? If you don't, try it some time and see. Probably not being very interesting. Lexi said to tell you what was happening. She's sucking my cock like a champion is what's happening. What the hell else is there for me to tell you?

Okay, enough, I'm back. Mike isn't the literary type, as maybe you can tell. I'm not going to read over it now, but I will later, so he'd better not have said anything nasty. I wish I was posting this live. Maybe I will look into twitter. Nah, fuck it, too much effort.

Now we're discussing what position. We do this. We don't argue, we just discuss, like the toppings on a pizza. Mike thinks he's already fucked me every way he can this weekend (well, this vacation) so he wants me to pick something new. There's no way in hell we can do something new, since I've got to be able to type at the same time. He asks me if he can eat me a little. Sure, why the hell not. It's not like I'm going to complain. I mean, I've got other stuff to do, but do it, bro.

Isn't that like a man? He wants me to roll over. I can't, I'm typing. Okay, we'll try it.

Okay, on back now, and having a harder time typing. Prop my head up. Okay, a little better now. The laptop is resting on my tits, which is too bad, but at the same time very warm. Kind of squashing them a little. Not too much though, it's pleasant. And Mike is tickling me. He's got his tongue lapping at my cunt and his finger up my asshole pressing up. I can't wait for a cock in there.

Wow, feeling nice down there. Just going to lie back and cum for a second. Going to be a short one, he might not even notice if I don't tell him. Maybe I won't. Maybe I'll let him keep licking me until I cum harder.

Too late. In the interim, while I stopped typing, had a nice cum and told Mike it was time for the main event. Now I'm on my pillows again. Mike's running his cock up and down over my snatch, I don't know what he's waiting for. Oh, there he goes, in nice and slow. I can feel my pussy spread on him. God I love his cock inside me. I was going to make him fuck my ass first, but I don't care. It feels nice back there. Let me tighten up a little on him. Got to keep control. Shit, that's nice. He's stroking into me, and his hand is down around and diddling my clit a little. I might cum again before too long.

He says to tell you that my cunt is amazing, so soft and warm and tight. Of course it is, silly. You should know that by now. Any gals out there who aren't getting regular service from a cock, any cock, need to do something about that. I mean, unless you're lesbian, in which case, buy a big dildo and have your honey fuck you with that.

Tightening on him again, he laughs and says I'm going to make him explode if I'm not careful. I wanted him in my ass, but now, I just want him to cum into my pussy. I want to feel his hot spunk deep inside me. Damn, I want him to knock me up good. Gallons and gallons of spunk in my womb.

Shit, here I go again. I can feel it coming. Speed up a little, a little harder. Oh yeah, there it is. I'm going to try to keep typing, but it's not easy. This is a big one. Clenching. Oh yeah!

Well, that didn't work out. Put my head on the keyboard, left a bunch of nonsense here [deleted it, because anyone can type nothing -Lexi]. Mike says he's close. Cum in me, little brother. I want to feel your cum deep inside, just splashing around in there.

He drives in and... I felt it, a little. I can feel the spasms of his cock more than I feel the spunk, but he's shooting into me, I can tell. Oh, felt that splash. And another hard one. God, it makes me feel like a woman, having a guy cum inside me. Affirms my femininity. Is that a word?

I'm just going to lie here. No, wait, got to clean him up. Give me your cock, don't waste it.

He tastes better mixed with my juices. I think I'm going to let him type a bit more, while I clean myself out a little.

Wow. It was great. I mean, she's always great, but it was great to do it for people. I would love to get Lexi to go on camera with me for porn. She's hot as hell, and I'd love to do it. I mean, we've got some vids and pics and all that, but not for you guys she says. I know she's shown some pics of us here, but she's still shy or something.

I'm watching her clean out her cunt, and damn it makes me hard. I mean, not really hard, because I'm not Superman, but it makes me twitch in my cock. Wish you all could see it.

Well, that concludes this little experiment. No, wait, no it doesn't either. Well, yes it does, because I can't be typing and fucking at the same time; my back is starting to hurt, and my neck. But I'm going to check over this, and then I'm going to post it, and then I'm going to get Mike hard again, because it wasn't enough. I'm still horny, and he is too, and if I give him a breather, he'll be ready to fuck my ass.

So have fun, people, and I'll maybe try this again some other time. Maybe not. I don't know how well it went.

This Post Isn't About Thanksgiving

Sorry, that's possibly coming, but right now I don't have a lot of time.

But my brother is home, which means I'm happier than I was. And I was thinking about my childhood, reminiscing with Mike, and I've just been thinking nonstop about old Disney movies I watched when I was growing up.

You remember a few years (well, maybe more than a few, I can't remember) ago when there was that group that was convinced that Disney was trying to get kids hooked on sex? They said that the cover of The Little Mermaid had a penis on it. Hell, the Little Mermaid is hot as shit, and she made me and my brother incredibly horny. So who gives a damn about a penis on the front cover?

Or, I just remembered, in The Great Mouse Detective, there's that scene in the bar, and that mouse singer takes most of her clothes off, and she's hot too. I mean, she's a mouse, but still, hot stuff. Nobody every mentions that, or they didn't mention it that I remember.

Hell, there are a lot of kids movies that are sexy. I recall watching a movie that was rated PG which had nudity in it, advertised as a kids film. Maybe I'm hallucinating; it's not like I never saw nudity when I was a kid. But there are cartoons and movies which have very sexy characters.

Anyway, I'm just saying, you don't have to look very hard to be titillated by kids movies. And yes, I know there are fetishes out there for people who like this kind of thing. I'm not talking about drawing your own cartoons of Belle and the Beast fucking. There are plenty of those. I'm just talking about the things in the actual movie which are pretty hot.

Okay, 'nuff said. I have to get back to work, or I have to get Mike to come and stick his cock in my ass. I'm leaning toward the latter.