Sheri's answers made me think of my own experiences with ushering boys into men. Or something like that. I figured I'd just ramble on about that for a while.
The worst virgin I ever had was still better than the worst sex I've ever had. I don't hold it against virgins, even if they've got some experience in other arenas. Usually they're so eager that's it's tough to be good. I'm speaking of guys exclusively here; gals are a different matter.
I've had more than one premature ejaculation, which is why I usually warm things up orally first, because once the rocks are off to start, they usually have more staying power the second time. But sometimes you want that first spurt to be inside you, and it doesn't work out. I had a boy cum in his pants just kissing me once. It was awkward for him, but I just shrugged it off.
I think that's the key to properly introduce a virgin to sex: you've got to be generous. It's not necessarily going to be the longest or the greatest, but it's an honor, at least as far as I'm concerned. I compliment and give pointers. As I've gotten older, I've gotten better at it. When I was younger, the virgins were thicker on the ground and they were usually a bit more selfish too, for some reason.
Taking a guy's virginity has a different feel when you're roughly the same age. Even when I was pretty experienced, there were still plenty of partners who'd never done it before, and sometimes they wouldn't tell me, but you can sort of tell. I'm not saying you can always tell, and sometimes it's hard to say whether they're really virgins or just have only done it once and probably with someone who had no idea what they were doing either. These days, the few I've had have been either more willing to admit it or have come to me specifically because of it.
And there's absolutely not shame in virginity. Really. Whether you're saving yourself for marriage or just haven't had the opportunity or just haven't felt like it, there's no shame there. A lot of people feel ashamed of it but I think it's often more shame about something else. I mean, if you've wanted to have sex but no one has accepted your offer, you start to wonder if something's wrong with you. Or you might be ashamed of breaking whatever vow you've made to stay a virgin. But you shouldn't feel ashamed of being a virgin. Whether you're 13 or 43, sex is fun, but it's not all there is in life, and not having had sex, even if you've masturbated millions of times, isn't shameful.
I've had a few virgins who were breaking promises. I find that, frequently, those promises were promises they made because they felt they had to, not because they really wanted to. Parents, schools, religion, and even just society seem to make it out that virgins are pure and people who have sex are sullied in some way. So just as there's no shame in being a virgin, so too there's no shame in losing your virginity.
I've been happy to offer myself as a way for virgins to switch from one state to the other. I'll do it again, I'm sure. I'll probably be ancient and still available for virgins, if they'll have me. But it doesn't make you a man to have sex either. It's this social rite of passage, but that's silly. Sex is something you do because it's fun or you love someone or for various other reasons including procreation. But being a man (or a woman, although I'm not really talking about them here) is how you act, not what parts of you have contacted what parts of another person.
I've been the first girl for a few gay guys. Maybe I should say bi guys. Some of them were bi, and cheerfully had sex with both women and men, but some were just curious, had sex with me, and then went back to having sex with men. Curiosity is healthy.
Let's see... the oldest virgin I've ever had was in his thirties, I believe. But maybe that was just the greatest difference in ages. He was deeply ashamed of it. It twisted him up inside. I felt more like a therapist than anything else. I'm not sure how much I helped him, because he was convinced that he was terrible in bed, kept apologizing. I think, although I'm not sure, that part of the reason he was still a virgin when I met him was that he wasn't attracted to women his own age. Which is also kind of sad. I feel for people who are only attracted to things they can't have. Yes, this means I have sympathy for pedophiles. There are a fair number of them living among us, and most of them would never hurt a fly. It's just how they're wired. I'm not defending them doing anything about their urges, but it must be difficult to be that way.
Some tips for any virgins in the audience:
Grateful is great, but don't feel like you have to overdo it. Even if I were doing you a favor (and I'm not always; sometimes I just want to get laid and you happened to be a virgin) you don't have to be any more grateful than you should be if anyone has sex with you at any time.
Express your gratitude in actions, not words. Telling me you're grateful is fine, I guess, but even better is being a considerate lover.
If you can't last, there are other things we can do. It doesn't have to be a one-time thing. Sex is more than just pumping for five seconds, rolling over, and going to sleep. I'm not saying that to shame you either. I'm saying that because if you can't last, lots of the other stuff can be a whole lot of fun too. Enjoy yourself. Don't be in a hurry to lose it.
This is a tip for everyone, but listen to your partner. If she (or he) knows you're a virgin, hopefully she'll tell you what to do a bit more than normal.
Sure, getting your dick wet the first time is great. But what's even better is making someone else happy sexually for the first time. That's why sex is better than masturbation. Getting yourself off is something you've probably done before, but getting another person off... that'll make you feel like a million bucks.
Porn lies. I love porn, but don't believe it for a moment. Real sex isn't like that. It's way, way better. Being surrounded by a living, warm, wet, breathing human... yeah, there's no shame in going off too soon if all you've ever done is stroke your cock with your hand. I don't have a cock, but the first time I stuck my finger in a pussy, you can bet I knew that a real pussy is different.
Some tips for anyone who finds themselves deflowering someone:
Slowly. They may want to rush, but slow it down. Make it an experience, not just a moment. That's really the best thing you can do.
Get naked with them. Sure, the back of a car or an alley or a dark closet is sexy, but the first time, maybe try to do it up proper.
Don't worry about them being quick on the draw. Again, this is addressed to those who are making a boy a man. If a gal is quick on the draw, that's great and keep going. But if a male virgin goes off too soon, like I was saying to them, there's always round two.
Don't be surprised if they can't get off. This is an odd one, but it's true: sometimes the nerves and the buildup are so much that even the most hot-to-trot virgin can't keep it up. Keep at it. Explore other things. Make them feel good, even if you can't get them off. They'll remember their first time inside you whether it was orgasmic or not, I promise, if you make it good for them.
And lastly, you should be grateful too. They're giving you a gift. Yes, there's too much baggage on that gift, but even without it, they've picked you to be their first. And that's special.
Yeah, that's about it. Any questions? I'm on Twitter, email, and I would be on Facebook were it not for the fact that Facebook is a wretched hive of scum and villainy. Please, drop me a line. I'm dying to answer questions.
Tuesday, July 5, 2016
Saturday, July 2, 2016
Sheri Q and A
Got a request on Twitter from @RyanHuddleston1. You can totally talk to me on Twitter, guys. It's amazing. Not Twitter; Twitter is kind of silly. But it's amazing that I actually pay attention to what people are saying to me on Twitter. Something like that.
He asked for some Sheri stories... which I don't have prepared because I can't think of any worth telling right now. So instead, I fired up the ol' IM (or whatever you kids are calling it these days) and asked her a few questions, hoping it might spark some recollections. And then I lightly edited her answers and munged things around and so forth, and now, here, for the first time on television, Sheri answers some questions that I could think to ask.
#1 - What's your favorite position?
Don't make me choose. Okay, fine, doggie. You mean with only one guy, right, because I can't think of the names of positions for three. Or four. But I really like doggie. It's got a lot going for it. It's easy to spank my ass. He can switch to fucking my ass easily if he wants. It hits good places in my cunt. I don't have to look him in the eye if I don't really like him. Kidding. Mostly.
#2 - What kind of porn are you watching lately?
Been on a throat-fucking kick recently. I don't like it that much when I do it, but watching those girls gag is sexy as hell. Better if she's getting railed by another guy and they're fucking both ends really hard. But that's just recently. I'm cosmopolitan.
#3 - Who was the last guy you fucked?
This will hopefully be out of date by the time you post it, but a few days ago I had a gorgeous blond boy. Very ripped, very stupid, but just so damn pretty. Home from college, bless his heart. I saw him chasing some chippies unsuccessfully and suggested that he'd have an easier time with me. Those chippies didn't know what they were missing. I blew him in an alley, but he lasted longer than I thought he would, so we went back to my place because I wasn't going to waste him on my mouth. Once in the cunt, twice in the ass, I was walking funny the next day at work. I might see him again. So dumb though. So very dumb. Not one to keep, but I'll keep having a bit of fun with him while it lasts.
#4 - How about the ladies?
Trish. [Lexi note: Trish is my sister's coworker/lover. Nothing serious; my sister doesn't get serious. But they're a regular thing.] In the supply closet, actually. We do it on breaks so it's not like anyone can complain. I keep a double dil in my locker for us. Last time was nothing special though. We both were worked up and she whispered to me, "Supply closet in five," and we went. No time for anything but a quick grope and gasp. I think people could smell cunt-juice on us, but it's a shitty job and I don't give a fuck what they think.
#5 - Most interesting recent partner?
Shit, put me on the spot. Okay, I was a guy's first a few months back. Son of a friend. She wanted him to get his dick wet before he was out of her house and she couldn't keep him safe. As far as I know, there's nothing going on there like us [Lexi's note: she means incest] but he's a shy kid, real momma's boy, never dated, not many friends. She wanted him to learn a few things. I mean, you've been there too. They're divorced and he doesn't have a strong father figure in his life.
She wanted it to be at her house. I asked her if she was going to watch, which spooked her a little. I said I was just kidding, I'd do it, blah blah blah. I know the kid a little, I've met him before. So I went over for dinner, then mommy said she had to run some errands and would he entertain me. It took a while to get him to talk to me, but I just laid it straight out: "Your mom wants you to become a man in the privacy of your own home with someone who's going to help you out. She's cool with it. Might help you when you get to college."
He might have been shy but his eyes lit up. Once I told him what the score was, he wanted to know if he could kiss me. Hell yeah, kid, kiss away. You can do other stuff too. I told him we'd take it as slow as he liked, then we went up to the spare room because he didn't want me to see his room. I think he's embarrassed of his furnishings or something. Or he didn't want to get jizz all over his own bed.
I helped him take my clothes off, lay back, and told him he could touch or kiss or lick whatever he wanted. He was in his undies and I could see the tent. He liked playing with my tits a lot, liked sucking on them more. But he really liked kissing me. Sweet kid. After a bit, I said I was going to suck him off, just to take the edge off, and he was fine with that too. He didn't last long in my mouth but I told him that was fine, that now that he wasn't nervous we could keep going.
Then he asked me if I wanted him to lick me. Sweet kid, like I said. I said, "Hell yes little man." No, I didn't say that, I was very respectful and gentle. But I said I'd show him around, then gave him some lessons on pleasing a lady. I told him that even if he was pretty quick on the draw, he could make it up to his lady by making sure she got hers, and the best way to do that is by going down town. I think he was scared of it at first, but once he got to see the show, he liked making me moan. I think he'll do all right with the coeds.
Then, God bless youth, he was hard again and I told him it was the big moment, let him choose how he wanted me. He went with missionary. Totally respectable choice, since it meant he got to see everything. I helped him slip his cock into me and then told him that he needed to go slow with girls unless they said different, and I was saying different, so he could be as hard as he liked.
He was still gentle. I had to help out with a finger or two until he got the rhythm. He popped out once or twice, but come on, it was his first time. When he almost jammed it in my ass I laughed and said that I didn't mind that but most girls would, so he needed to be careful. His eyes got wide when I said I didn't mind, but he didn't do anything about it.
He lasted a respectable time, not long enough for me to cum but longer than in my mouth. He gasped that he was going to cum and I just wrapped my legs around him and kept him there until he shot into me. He liked that too.
Then we talked. Told him some other useful stuff about sex. Then we heard his mom come home and he was ready to run away, but I just yelled down to her that we were fine and she should make herself scarce. I don't know. She could have been listening at the keyhole. I think he's got a little kinky in him because once she said, "Okay, have fun," his cock jumped again and I told him to get ready for another. Sucked him back hard, then when he asked if I wanted some of the same I said, "No hun, this is for you not me," and lay back again. But he surprised me, asked me if I would do it from behind, and then when he was sitting back there, eyeing my butt, asked me sheepishly what I meant when I said I didn't mind. He knew very well what I meant. The kid's got internet.
I said, "Okay, I said you could do anything and it was for you." So I helped him into my ass. He was in hog heaven. "Only with me," I said as I helped him in. "Most girls need a lot more convincing." Even after cumming two times before, my ass didn't let him last long, and he spent right into my butt with a cute little grunt.
He looked pretty worn out after that, so we talked a little bit more and then I pulled on some clothes to find mommy, told her he was a man and he'd done well, and was about to excuse myself when he came down and asked his mom, his mom if you can believe it, if I could stay the night. She looked at me. I shrugged.
We watched a movie, but halfway through I could see him eyeing me, so I whispered to his mom that he still had some needs, and she blushed a little. I don't think she knew what she was getting herself into. That's why she really should have taken responsibility for it herself. But whatever. He and I went back upstairs and I stripped down and told him to have at it. He said, "I liked your butt, but I really want to kiss you some more while we do it." So we fucked face to face again. When I came, he was worried for a minute until I told him I was cumming, then he was pleased as punch. I praised him a bit too much maybe. He was getting off on getting me off. But there are worse things.
He finished up after a while, then we finished the movie, then we went to bed. I thought he might sleep with me, but he went to his own room and I got the wet bed to myself. Whatever. But after a few hours, he woke me up by sliding in next to me and said he didn't want his mom to know. I told him she probably knew, but he said she was asleep.
We started out in clothes but that didn't last long. He asked me if he could go down on me again. Yeah, like I'm going to say no. I came all over his face. Then we just kind of made out for a while. He wasn't a bad kisser, just timid. I showed him a thing or two. He just loved kissing me while holding my tits.
He couldn't stay hard though, and I said that was fine. It had been a long day. He looked sad until I told him I would make sure to get up early next morning. Then he sneaked back to his room. Wouldn't you know it, way too damn early he was back, sun just barely up above the hills, said his mom was still asleep and could I do it again. I said yes. What was I going to say?
His mom walked in on us as he was balls-deep in my cunt, hands full of tits, legs up over his shoulders. She just took one look, blushed, and closed the door. Breakfast was a bit awkward. Nobody really said much. I excused myself, although he followed me to the door like a puppy and kissed me like he was afraid it was the last time he was ever going to kiss anyone.
And then mommy didn't speak to me for a week. I think she was pissed I corrupted him. Serves her right for asking me.
I'd do him again. Once the nerves wore off, he wasn't a bad lay, plus the thrill of doing it with his mom downstairs knowing what was happening. Plus he was eager to eat me out. I think if he can get over the first nerves, he's going to make those coeds really happy.
#6 - Worst sex recently?
I was drunk, he was drunk, he came all over my ass as he was trying to put it in, then he got really drunk defensive about it and we didn't go again. He kicked me out and I left my panties in his bedroom. I guess that counts as "sex" but it never got inside me and I got nothing out of it and lost a nice pair of panties. But you know me. I've lost more panties in strange places...
Okay, that's all for now. But if you've got questions you'd like to hear from Sheri, or Mike, or Sveta, or me, you can email me or comment or tweet. Seriously. If you ask a specific question I'll try to get the answer for you. Or if you want me to ask these same questions of someone else, I can do that too. You've got to ask.
He asked for some Sheri stories... which I don't have prepared because I can't think of any worth telling right now. So instead, I fired up the ol' IM (or whatever you kids are calling it these days) and asked her a few questions, hoping it might spark some recollections. And then I lightly edited her answers and munged things around and so forth, and now, here, for the first time on television, Sheri answers some questions that I could think to ask.
#1 - What's your favorite position?
Don't make me choose. Okay, fine, doggie. You mean with only one guy, right, because I can't think of the names of positions for three. Or four. But I really like doggie. It's got a lot going for it. It's easy to spank my ass. He can switch to fucking my ass easily if he wants. It hits good places in my cunt. I don't have to look him in the eye if I don't really like him. Kidding. Mostly.
#2 - What kind of porn are you watching lately?
Been on a throat-fucking kick recently. I don't like it that much when I do it, but watching those girls gag is sexy as hell. Better if she's getting railed by another guy and they're fucking both ends really hard. But that's just recently. I'm cosmopolitan.
#3 - Who was the last guy you fucked?
This will hopefully be out of date by the time you post it, but a few days ago I had a gorgeous blond boy. Very ripped, very stupid, but just so damn pretty. Home from college, bless his heart. I saw him chasing some chippies unsuccessfully and suggested that he'd have an easier time with me. Those chippies didn't know what they were missing. I blew him in an alley, but he lasted longer than I thought he would, so we went back to my place because I wasn't going to waste him on my mouth. Once in the cunt, twice in the ass, I was walking funny the next day at work. I might see him again. So dumb though. So very dumb. Not one to keep, but I'll keep having a bit of fun with him while it lasts.
#4 - How about the ladies?
Trish. [Lexi note: Trish is my sister's coworker/lover. Nothing serious; my sister doesn't get serious. But they're a regular thing.] In the supply closet, actually. We do it on breaks so it's not like anyone can complain. I keep a double dil in my locker for us. Last time was nothing special though. We both were worked up and she whispered to me, "Supply closet in five," and we went. No time for anything but a quick grope and gasp. I think people could smell cunt-juice on us, but it's a shitty job and I don't give a fuck what they think.
#5 - Most interesting recent partner?
Shit, put me on the spot. Okay, I was a guy's first a few months back. Son of a friend. She wanted him to get his dick wet before he was out of her house and she couldn't keep him safe. As far as I know, there's nothing going on there like us [Lexi's note: she means incest] but he's a shy kid, real momma's boy, never dated, not many friends. She wanted him to learn a few things. I mean, you've been there too. They're divorced and he doesn't have a strong father figure in his life.
She wanted it to be at her house. I asked her if she was going to watch, which spooked her a little. I said I was just kidding, I'd do it, blah blah blah. I know the kid a little, I've met him before. So I went over for dinner, then mommy said she had to run some errands and would he entertain me. It took a while to get him to talk to me, but I just laid it straight out: "Your mom wants you to become a man in the privacy of your own home with someone who's going to help you out. She's cool with it. Might help you when you get to college."
He might have been shy but his eyes lit up. Once I told him what the score was, he wanted to know if he could kiss me. Hell yeah, kid, kiss away. You can do other stuff too. I told him we'd take it as slow as he liked, then we went up to the spare room because he didn't want me to see his room. I think he's embarrassed of his furnishings or something. Or he didn't want to get jizz all over his own bed.
I helped him take my clothes off, lay back, and told him he could touch or kiss or lick whatever he wanted. He was in his undies and I could see the tent. He liked playing with my tits a lot, liked sucking on them more. But he really liked kissing me. Sweet kid. After a bit, I said I was going to suck him off, just to take the edge off, and he was fine with that too. He didn't last long in my mouth but I told him that was fine, that now that he wasn't nervous we could keep going.
Then he asked me if I wanted him to lick me. Sweet kid, like I said. I said, "Hell yes little man." No, I didn't say that, I was very respectful and gentle. But I said I'd show him around, then gave him some lessons on pleasing a lady. I told him that even if he was pretty quick on the draw, he could make it up to his lady by making sure she got hers, and the best way to do that is by going down town. I think he was scared of it at first, but once he got to see the show, he liked making me moan. I think he'll do all right with the coeds.
Then, God bless youth, he was hard again and I told him it was the big moment, let him choose how he wanted me. He went with missionary. Totally respectable choice, since it meant he got to see everything. I helped him slip his cock into me and then told him that he needed to go slow with girls unless they said different, and I was saying different, so he could be as hard as he liked.
He was still gentle. I had to help out with a finger or two until he got the rhythm. He popped out once or twice, but come on, it was his first time. When he almost jammed it in my ass I laughed and said that I didn't mind that but most girls would, so he needed to be careful. His eyes got wide when I said I didn't mind, but he didn't do anything about it.
He lasted a respectable time, not long enough for me to cum but longer than in my mouth. He gasped that he was going to cum and I just wrapped my legs around him and kept him there until he shot into me. He liked that too.
Then we talked. Told him some other useful stuff about sex. Then we heard his mom come home and he was ready to run away, but I just yelled down to her that we were fine and she should make herself scarce. I don't know. She could have been listening at the keyhole. I think he's got a little kinky in him because once she said, "Okay, have fun," his cock jumped again and I told him to get ready for another. Sucked him back hard, then when he asked if I wanted some of the same I said, "No hun, this is for you not me," and lay back again. But he surprised me, asked me if I would do it from behind, and then when he was sitting back there, eyeing my butt, asked me sheepishly what I meant when I said I didn't mind. He knew very well what I meant. The kid's got internet.
I said, "Okay, I said you could do anything and it was for you." So I helped him into my ass. He was in hog heaven. "Only with me," I said as I helped him in. "Most girls need a lot more convincing." Even after cumming two times before, my ass didn't let him last long, and he spent right into my butt with a cute little grunt.
He looked pretty worn out after that, so we talked a little bit more and then I pulled on some clothes to find mommy, told her he was a man and he'd done well, and was about to excuse myself when he came down and asked his mom, his mom if you can believe it, if I could stay the night. She looked at me. I shrugged.
We watched a movie, but halfway through I could see him eyeing me, so I whispered to his mom that he still had some needs, and she blushed a little. I don't think she knew what she was getting herself into. That's why she really should have taken responsibility for it herself. But whatever. He and I went back upstairs and I stripped down and told him to have at it. He said, "I liked your butt, but I really want to kiss you some more while we do it." So we fucked face to face again. When I came, he was worried for a minute until I told him I was cumming, then he was pleased as punch. I praised him a bit too much maybe. He was getting off on getting me off. But there are worse things.
He finished up after a while, then we finished the movie, then we went to bed. I thought he might sleep with me, but he went to his own room and I got the wet bed to myself. Whatever. But after a few hours, he woke me up by sliding in next to me and said he didn't want his mom to know. I told him she probably knew, but he said she was asleep.
We started out in clothes but that didn't last long. He asked me if he could go down on me again. Yeah, like I'm going to say no. I came all over his face. Then we just kind of made out for a while. He wasn't a bad kisser, just timid. I showed him a thing or two. He just loved kissing me while holding my tits.
He couldn't stay hard though, and I said that was fine. It had been a long day. He looked sad until I told him I would make sure to get up early next morning. Then he sneaked back to his room. Wouldn't you know it, way too damn early he was back, sun just barely up above the hills, said his mom was still asleep and could I do it again. I said yes. What was I going to say?
His mom walked in on us as he was balls-deep in my cunt, hands full of tits, legs up over his shoulders. She just took one look, blushed, and closed the door. Breakfast was a bit awkward. Nobody really said much. I excused myself, although he followed me to the door like a puppy and kissed me like he was afraid it was the last time he was ever going to kiss anyone.
And then mommy didn't speak to me for a week. I think she was pissed I corrupted him. Serves her right for asking me.
I'd do him again. Once the nerves wore off, he wasn't a bad lay, plus the thrill of doing it with his mom downstairs knowing what was happening. Plus he was eager to eat me out. I think if he can get over the first nerves, he's going to make those coeds really happy.
#6 - Worst sex recently?
I was drunk, he was drunk, he came all over my ass as he was trying to put it in, then he got really drunk defensive about it and we didn't go again. He kicked me out and I left my panties in his bedroom. I guess that counts as "sex" but it never got inside me and I got nothing out of it and lost a nice pair of panties. But you know me. I've lost more panties in strange places...
Okay, that's all for now. But if you've got questions you'd like to hear from Sheri, or Mike, or Sveta, or me, you can email me or comment or tweet. Seriously. If you ask a specific question I'll try to get the answer for you. Or if you want me to ask these same questions of someone else, I can do that too. You've got to ask.
Thursday, June 30, 2016
Slumber Party
I teased the story last time about my slumber party
threesome, and I guess I can talk about it in more depth, if you twist my
arm. Okay, okay, I just wanted to split
it out into its own post because it’s worth telling in more detail. If you recall, the setup is that my two
friends and I have gone to my room and begun rather quickly talking about sex.
One of them, Gina, was totally pure; Jeanine was a bit older
and had already given a boy a hand job, which she thought made her queen shit
of fuck mountain until she found out about me. That wasn't at the slumber party, mind: she and I had talked turkey in the past. She didn't know anything about my family, but she knew I was a full-on non-virgin and a few of the guys I'd fucked.
So we got to talking about sex, and they wanted to know what it was like. Gina was beet-red after about five minutes, but Jeanine was egging both of us on. I don't want you to think that we were sitting around naked either; we all had perfectly chaste PJs on. But even with T-shirts covering them, I could see that Jeanine's nipples were getting hard. She had a nice pair of breasts for her age (and went on to become positively buxom) which got boys' attentions, but she was sure that she was too chunky to be popular. That's why she was interested in sex. She wanted the guys to like her, so she wanted to put out. Not a good thing, understand, but I was the same age and felt kind of the same way, albeit that I didn't give a shit about popularity. But I thought that a good way for her to be more popular was to put out, so I encouraged her. I'm not proud of it.
But we were both egging Gina on because we were enjoying her blushing, and I noticed that, although Gina was pretty much as small as I was, in the boobs department, she was getting perky too with all this talk. So I cheekily pointed it out, and she giggled and covered herself with her hands. "No, the boys don't want you to cover them up," said Jeanine with a laugh, and we all started giggling and trying to pull Gina's hands away from her nips.
"Look, I'm not shy," I said finally. "It's nothing you girls haven't seen before." So I pulled off my top. "See, I'm all pointy too," I said, reassuringly. "We're talking about boys. I bet you're even getting a little wet." Gina turned bright red and denied it, but Jeanine, after a moment, said, "Okay, yeah, I'm soaking my panties over here." And then she pulled her top off too.
Her breasts really were a sight to see. Yes, she wasn't exactly athletically built, but she wasn't fat by any stretch. Curvy. Luscious. I wanted to suck her tits like mad. "Come on Gina, your turn," Jeanine said.
Gina refused for a moment, but then she giggled and said, "Fine," and pulled her top off too. She had cute little breasts but big nipples, reddish brown, very perky. "Yeah, my boobies get kind of pointy when I think about..." and then she trailed off.
Well, we couldn't let that stand, could we? "Ooh, Gina's got a crush on someone!" we cackled, and she denied, and finally we wormed out of her that she was crushing on a guy a grade ahead of us.
"But he's older," she said finally, looking a little sad.
"So what? I've fucked older guys," I said.
Which made them really curious, so I told them a story and was shocked to see that Gina, of all people, started covering herself but then was playing with her right nipple. "You like twisting your tit?" I asked.
"Yeah."
"Do you do that when you jerk off?"
"Lexi!?" She was shocked. "Girls don't do that stuff."
"I do," chimed in Jeanine.
"You do?"
And that was all it took. Pretty soon we were naked and showing Gina how to pleasure herself. She was timid at first, but she got into it. They were both impressed when I made myself cum. Gina wanted to do that too. So I scooted over and showed her some moves. No penetration, but I diddled her clit hard. Jeanine wanted to try too, so first I rubbed her, then she giggled and rubbed me, calling Gina over when I said I was close to cumming so they could both feel it on my pussy.
And after that it was pretty simple to suggest that we could try other things. It was funny: Gina was timid to start, but once I convinced her that licking was way better than fingers, she threw caution to the winds and let me go to town on her, sucking her tits and then lapping her clit until she finally screamed and came and then blushed and looked embarrassed for a moment, but Jeanine was already lying back on the floor asking me to do her too.
After Jeanine got off, we stopped fooling around for a while and went back to talking about boys because they seemed a bit worried about doing "lezzy stuff" as Gina put it, but while I was telling them another story about getting fucked (without mentioning who was doing the fucking) I saw her sneak her hand between her legs again, and I giggled and said, "Looks like someone's ready for another." Jeanine dove in with eagerness but didn't really have the chops, although Gina enjoyed it. So I had to finish her up. Then Jeanine started urging Gina to eat me out, which she took to like a fish to water. I got her to put two fingers inside me and slurp at my clit and I came hard, after which Jeanine wanted Gina to try on her.
They were pretty much done after that; we put clothes back on for some reason and then went to sleep. But in the morning, I woke up to Gina going down on Jeanine again and crawled over to work on Jeanine's beautiful breasts while Gina ate her out like a pro.
It didn't become a regular thing by any stretch. Gina, shockingly, popped her cherry the week after that; I guess she'd gotten confidence or something. We talked about it and she said he was amazing and she loved him and so forth. They kept dating and fucking for a while, then went to separate colleges and stopped seeing each other. My brother actually was the second man she'd ever fucked, after she came home to visit and he was there and I said, "Hey Gina, you should totally fuck my brother." I didn't say anything about why, other than that she was getting over a breakup and should get back on the horse, and she said, "Do you think he'd be interested?" and the Pope was Catholic, bears shat in the woods, and I let them go off to his room to do what came naturally. Sometimes I wish I'd been a bit more forthcoming, because Mike said she was a lot of fun. She spent the night and I heard them fucking through the door for ages. I could have been in there too. Damn taboos.
Jeanine, on the other hand, stayed mostly a virgin. Mostly. She and I had some fun semi-regularly, because she said it didn't count with me. She gave a lot of handjobs and blowjobs, and then she started letting guys fuck her in the ass after a conversation we had about it. But she didn't lose her cherry until she got married to the first guy who asked her. And then after a few months she started sleeping around. She cheated on her husband with a bunch of guys. Then she'd get guilty and go back to him, even though he was totally wrong for her and she wasn't happy. They had some kids, tried to make it work. I'm pretty sure she's still cheating regularly. She tells me about guys she's fucked sometimes. I won't lie: it's a turn-on.
I drifted apart from both of them; I still see them sometimes. But they stayed incredibly close, and last I heard they were meeting up monthly, getting a hotel, and fucking each other's brains out all weekend. They've invited me to come visit. I've thought about it. I might one of these days, if I could enjoy it. But they're far enough away now that it would be a bit of a schlep, so for right now, I just have second-hand stories of debauchery.
If I visited on one of their girls' weekends, I think it might be fun to bring Sveta too. I know she'd enjoy it. Maybe it would be worth doing just for her; I could have some fun too. Well, if it ever does happen, I keep everyone posted.
So we got to talking about sex, and they wanted to know what it was like. Gina was beet-red after about five minutes, but Jeanine was egging both of us on. I don't want you to think that we were sitting around naked either; we all had perfectly chaste PJs on. But even with T-shirts covering them, I could see that Jeanine's nipples were getting hard. She had a nice pair of breasts for her age (and went on to become positively buxom) which got boys' attentions, but she was sure that she was too chunky to be popular. That's why she was interested in sex. She wanted the guys to like her, so she wanted to put out. Not a good thing, understand, but I was the same age and felt kind of the same way, albeit that I didn't give a shit about popularity. But I thought that a good way for her to be more popular was to put out, so I encouraged her. I'm not proud of it.
But we were both egging Gina on because we were enjoying her blushing, and I noticed that, although Gina was pretty much as small as I was, in the boobs department, she was getting perky too with all this talk. So I cheekily pointed it out, and she giggled and covered herself with her hands. "No, the boys don't want you to cover them up," said Jeanine with a laugh, and we all started giggling and trying to pull Gina's hands away from her nips.
"Look, I'm not shy," I said finally. "It's nothing you girls haven't seen before." So I pulled off my top. "See, I'm all pointy too," I said, reassuringly. "We're talking about boys. I bet you're even getting a little wet." Gina turned bright red and denied it, but Jeanine, after a moment, said, "Okay, yeah, I'm soaking my panties over here." And then she pulled her top off too.
Her breasts really were a sight to see. Yes, she wasn't exactly athletically built, but she wasn't fat by any stretch. Curvy. Luscious. I wanted to suck her tits like mad. "Come on Gina, your turn," Jeanine said.
Gina refused for a moment, but then she giggled and said, "Fine," and pulled her top off too. She had cute little breasts but big nipples, reddish brown, very perky. "Yeah, my boobies get kind of pointy when I think about..." and then she trailed off.
Well, we couldn't let that stand, could we? "Ooh, Gina's got a crush on someone!" we cackled, and she denied, and finally we wormed out of her that she was crushing on a guy a grade ahead of us.
"But he's older," she said finally, looking a little sad.
"So what? I've fucked older guys," I said.
Which made them really curious, so I told them a story and was shocked to see that Gina, of all people, started covering herself but then was playing with her right nipple. "You like twisting your tit?" I asked.
"Yeah."
"Do you do that when you jerk off?"
"Lexi!?" She was shocked. "Girls don't do that stuff."
"I do," chimed in Jeanine.
"You do?"
And that was all it took. Pretty soon we were naked and showing Gina how to pleasure herself. She was timid at first, but she got into it. They were both impressed when I made myself cum. Gina wanted to do that too. So I scooted over and showed her some moves. No penetration, but I diddled her clit hard. Jeanine wanted to try too, so first I rubbed her, then she giggled and rubbed me, calling Gina over when I said I was close to cumming so they could both feel it on my pussy.
And after that it was pretty simple to suggest that we could try other things. It was funny: Gina was timid to start, but once I convinced her that licking was way better than fingers, she threw caution to the winds and let me go to town on her, sucking her tits and then lapping her clit until she finally screamed and came and then blushed and looked embarrassed for a moment, but Jeanine was already lying back on the floor asking me to do her too.
After Jeanine got off, we stopped fooling around for a while and went back to talking about boys because they seemed a bit worried about doing "lezzy stuff" as Gina put it, but while I was telling them another story about getting fucked (without mentioning who was doing the fucking) I saw her sneak her hand between her legs again, and I giggled and said, "Looks like someone's ready for another." Jeanine dove in with eagerness but didn't really have the chops, although Gina enjoyed it. So I had to finish her up. Then Jeanine started urging Gina to eat me out, which she took to like a fish to water. I got her to put two fingers inside me and slurp at my clit and I came hard, after which Jeanine wanted Gina to try on her.
They were pretty much done after that; we put clothes back on for some reason and then went to sleep. But in the morning, I woke up to Gina going down on Jeanine again and crawled over to work on Jeanine's beautiful breasts while Gina ate her out like a pro.
It didn't become a regular thing by any stretch. Gina, shockingly, popped her cherry the week after that; I guess she'd gotten confidence or something. We talked about it and she said he was amazing and she loved him and so forth. They kept dating and fucking for a while, then went to separate colleges and stopped seeing each other. My brother actually was the second man she'd ever fucked, after she came home to visit and he was there and I said, "Hey Gina, you should totally fuck my brother." I didn't say anything about why, other than that she was getting over a breakup and should get back on the horse, and she said, "Do you think he'd be interested?" and the Pope was Catholic, bears shat in the woods, and I let them go off to his room to do what came naturally. Sometimes I wish I'd been a bit more forthcoming, because Mike said she was a lot of fun. She spent the night and I heard them fucking through the door for ages. I could have been in there too. Damn taboos.
Jeanine, on the other hand, stayed mostly a virgin. Mostly. She and I had some fun semi-regularly, because she said it didn't count with me. She gave a lot of handjobs and blowjobs, and then she started letting guys fuck her in the ass after a conversation we had about it. But she didn't lose her cherry until she got married to the first guy who asked her. And then after a few months she started sleeping around. She cheated on her husband with a bunch of guys. Then she'd get guilty and go back to him, even though he was totally wrong for her and she wasn't happy. They had some kids, tried to make it work. I'm pretty sure she's still cheating regularly. She tells me about guys she's fucked sometimes. I won't lie: it's a turn-on.
I drifted apart from both of them; I still see them sometimes. But they stayed incredibly close, and last I heard they were meeting up monthly, getting a hotel, and fucking each other's brains out all weekend. They've invited me to come visit. I've thought about it. I might one of these days, if I could enjoy it. But they're far enough away now that it would be a bit of a schlep, so for right now, I just have second-hand stories of debauchery.
If I visited on one of their girls' weekends, I think it might be fun to bring Sveta too. I know she'd enjoy it. Maybe it would be worth doing just for her; I could have some fun too. Well, if it ever does happen, I keep everyone posted.
Monday, June 27, 2016
A Certain Age
I could not have been happier when I hit the age where it became vaguely acceptable for people to have sex. I mean, sure, it wasn't what they wanted, but at least I could be slutty rather than scandalous. I'd like to say that it made a difference when statutory rape was no longer an issue, but I'd be lying. I had plenty of guys statutorally rape me, I'm afraid, and that's neither to say that I was a victim in any of them or that I approve of statutory rape as a thing people do. But I've been on both sides of it I'm afraid, and it hasn't stopped me, in the same way that I'm sure it doesn't stop a lot of people from having sex between age boundaries that are, I'm afraid, rather arbitrary. Rape is rape, statutory or not.
Anyway, that got heavy and that's not where I was going with it. I was just pleased to be an age where, if someone caught me fucking a peer, they might stop us but they wouldn't call Child Protective Services, and also where the dangers of being caught weren't sufficient deterrent to others' sex drives. Mine was raring to go, thank you.
Before that, though, I wasn't spoiled for partners. I've told a few stories about it before. After I lost my virginity, it was quite a while before I had my first encounter outside the family. I was young. Most people weren't interested, and those who were were pervy or shy. Or both, I suppose.
But eventually I did get to have some fun with various people, some of them pervy, some of them shy, some of them both, some of them neither. I'd love to say that the neither was the majority. It may be true. I didn't really keep track. There's a level of perviness I'm not into, but that bar was way lower when I was younger because I was more desperate, I guess. Or maybe I've just gotten pervier in my own way.
Let's just say, though, that as I approached the nexus of no longer being young enough for people to care overly, I was not the kid you wanted your child to play with after school. Penetrative sex was still fairly rare, but I gave plenty of blowjobs. I let quite a few "friends" watch me masturbate, usually while they were masturbating too.
It was pretty coeducational too. The boys usually wanted blowjobs once they knew that was on the table, but I did a bit of shared masturbation with some girls as well. Sometimes it started as a game or a dare, and sometimes it started as us talking and her wanting pointers. Those were the best because frequently watching pointers just aren't enough when you're trying to teach someone to spank it, so then I could offer to show her more manually, shall we say? I remember a few times where that was fine but nothing else happened. I didn't really mind; getting to touch, including giving one or two first orgasms, maybe sneaking a few touches elsewhere, that's fun.
It was the times when things got more heated that I remember more vividly (you can perhaps guess why), although I remember particularly wanking a very much more popular girl than myself so hard that she screamed and her parents came in worried something had happened. We didn't get caught; we were still in school uniforms and I guess they didn't notice that her blouse was almost completely open and the whole room stank of pussy. Or maybe they did and used it as masturbatory fodder for themselves. A gal can dream. Although I suppose you could call that "heated." She never said anything about it afterward, either scared by almost being caught or unable to deal with it. Or maybe she got hers and learned how to give herself bowel-loosening orgasms and didn't need me any more.
But I remember the times when I got to convince my lab partner that tongues felt so much better than fingers. Or when I broke that virgin's hymen without either of us realizing it and got blood all over her bedspread, which made her, the next day, say, "Well, my parents already think I'm a slut, so what else can we do?" She was fun. Definitely an object lesson in parenting, because after they basically told her she was a slut, she became a huge slut. She was a virgin before, totally pure, and after that, she went hard. I'll have to tell her story some time.
Funnily enough, I also got action from that old cliche that boys think about slumber parties: we're all half-naked, talking about sex, and practicing kissing. This is not true of all girls' slumber parties at all. But the few times that it was true, I made sure that kissing was just the beginning. I remember I had two friends over for a slumber party, and about ten minutes after we started sitting around talking about sex (which wasn't too far into the party either; I had a one-track mind) I had them naked and giggling as we all three rubbed our clits.
I also remember the times when I was able to get a guy my age to commit to something more than him getting off in my mouth. One thing I sometimes miss is the spontaneity. Sure, sometimes you'd have to blow a guy a few times, maybe go on a cute little date or something, before you could broach the possibility of sex. Yes, boys are always thinking about it and wanting it, but at a certain age, they're not going to jump you the moment you show up and show interest. Which is, I suppose, a good thing.
But sometimes, in a minor miracle, I'd either meet a guy my age who was experienced enough to want more, or I'd get one who was DTF with no experience at all. A few guys would have had hand jobs and blowjobs in the past and, if I mentioned that I was open to trying something else, they would go for it. Until a certain age, all I got were virgins in my peer group, but eventually I started running into a boy here or there who had done it before. I remember one guy who was almost as old a hand at it as I was, but with an extremely narrow portfolio. He'd lost his virginity to an older girl next door (really, that's a good way to lose it if it's consensual and fun) and they'd kept fucking until she decided he was too young for her. Then he found me, and as soon as I put my hand on his cock, he practically tore my clothes off. And he ended up being up for four times in one evening. Young stamina.
Anyway, spontaneity happened because my prospective paramour and I would be in the parking lot fooling around and before you know it we were behind a tree, dangerously exposed to anyone coming from the subdivision, my skirt hiked up, panties down, and him ramming me up against the tree. Or in a movie. Or very quietly upstairs while his mom cooked us dinner. Or many times in various parts of the school. A couple of times in church.
I shouldn't view it with rose-colored glasses though; most of my sex before a certain age was had in my room because it was the only place we could go that wasn't dangerous. I think it used to make Mike a little jealous, back when the only people he'd fucked were family. It's got to be harder on boys at that age, because let's face it, I'm pretty rare too, and most girls aren't putting-out-machines.
I no longer have to explain to my "dates" that my parents don't care, I can do whatever I want, which is nice. That explanation usually had to be delivered while getting to business because if I had to say it too early, they wouldn't be distracted enough and would keep asking follow-up questions. I told a few boys that they just wanted me to be safe. I told a few that they couldn't hear us. I told one or two to stop asking questions and get naked, or didn't they want to fuck?
Anyway, not sure how I end this. Just a series of recollections.
I am once again accepting writing prompts from the audience. Any questions? Any stories I've hinted but haven't told? Any sources of those "1000 questions to answer on your blog" lists of a salacious nature, or even not? Email me at lexinaughtygirly[AT]gmail.com or comment or whatever you want to do. I've got a Twitter. You can ask me there too.
Anyway, that got heavy and that's not where I was going with it. I was just pleased to be an age where, if someone caught me fucking a peer, they might stop us but they wouldn't call Child Protective Services, and also where the dangers of being caught weren't sufficient deterrent to others' sex drives. Mine was raring to go, thank you.
Before that, though, I wasn't spoiled for partners. I've told a few stories about it before. After I lost my virginity, it was quite a while before I had my first encounter outside the family. I was young. Most people weren't interested, and those who were were pervy or shy. Or both, I suppose.
But eventually I did get to have some fun with various people, some of them pervy, some of them shy, some of them both, some of them neither. I'd love to say that the neither was the majority. It may be true. I didn't really keep track. There's a level of perviness I'm not into, but that bar was way lower when I was younger because I was more desperate, I guess. Or maybe I've just gotten pervier in my own way.
Let's just say, though, that as I approached the nexus of no longer being young enough for people to care overly, I was not the kid you wanted your child to play with after school. Penetrative sex was still fairly rare, but I gave plenty of blowjobs. I let quite a few "friends" watch me masturbate, usually while they were masturbating too.
It was pretty coeducational too. The boys usually wanted blowjobs once they knew that was on the table, but I did a bit of shared masturbation with some girls as well. Sometimes it started as a game or a dare, and sometimes it started as us talking and her wanting pointers. Those were the best because frequently watching pointers just aren't enough when you're trying to teach someone to spank it, so then I could offer to show her more manually, shall we say? I remember a few times where that was fine but nothing else happened. I didn't really mind; getting to touch, including giving one or two first orgasms, maybe sneaking a few touches elsewhere, that's fun.
It was the times when things got more heated that I remember more vividly (you can perhaps guess why), although I remember particularly wanking a very much more popular girl than myself so hard that she screamed and her parents came in worried something had happened. We didn't get caught; we were still in school uniforms and I guess they didn't notice that her blouse was almost completely open and the whole room stank of pussy. Or maybe they did and used it as masturbatory fodder for themselves. A gal can dream. Although I suppose you could call that "heated." She never said anything about it afterward, either scared by almost being caught or unable to deal with it. Or maybe she got hers and learned how to give herself bowel-loosening orgasms and didn't need me any more.
But I remember the times when I got to convince my lab partner that tongues felt so much better than fingers. Or when I broke that virgin's hymen without either of us realizing it and got blood all over her bedspread, which made her, the next day, say, "Well, my parents already think I'm a slut, so what else can we do?" She was fun. Definitely an object lesson in parenting, because after they basically told her she was a slut, she became a huge slut. She was a virgin before, totally pure, and after that, she went hard. I'll have to tell her story some time.
Funnily enough, I also got action from that old cliche that boys think about slumber parties: we're all half-naked, talking about sex, and practicing kissing. This is not true of all girls' slumber parties at all. But the few times that it was true, I made sure that kissing was just the beginning. I remember I had two friends over for a slumber party, and about ten minutes after we started sitting around talking about sex (which wasn't too far into the party either; I had a one-track mind) I had them naked and giggling as we all three rubbed our clits.
I also remember the times when I was able to get a guy my age to commit to something more than him getting off in my mouth. One thing I sometimes miss is the spontaneity. Sure, sometimes you'd have to blow a guy a few times, maybe go on a cute little date or something, before you could broach the possibility of sex. Yes, boys are always thinking about it and wanting it, but at a certain age, they're not going to jump you the moment you show up and show interest. Which is, I suppose, a good thing.
But sometimes, in a minor miracle, I'd either meet a guy my age who was experienced enough to want more, or I'd get one who was DTF with no experience at all. A few guys would have had hand jobs and blowjobs in the past and, if I mentioned that I was open to trying something else, they would go for it. Until a certain age, all I got were virgins in my peer group, but eventually I started running into a boy here or there who had done it before. I remember one guy who was almost as old a hand at it as I was, but with an extremely narrow portfolio. He'd lost his virginity to an older girl next door (really, that's a good way to lose it if it's consensual and fun) and they'd kept fucking until she decided he was too young for her. Then he found me, and as soon as I put my hand on his cock, he practically tore my clothes off. And he ended up being up for four times in one evening. Young stamina.
Anyway, spontaneity happened because my prospective paramour and I would be in the parking lot fooling around and before you know it we were behind a tree, dangerously exposed to anyone coming from the subdivision, my skirt hiked up, panties down, and him ramming me up against the tree. Or in a movie. Or very quietly upstairs while his mom cooked us dinner. Or many times in various parts of the school. A couple of times in church.
I shouldn't view it with rose-colored glasses though; most of my sex before a certain age was had in my room because it was the only place we could go that wasn't dangerous. I think it used to make Mike a little jealous, back when the only people he'd fucked were family. It's got to be harder on boys at that age, because let's face it, I'm pretty rare too, and most girls aren't putting-out-machines.
I no longer have to explain to my "dates" that my parents don't care, I can do whatever I want, which is nice. That explanation usually had to be delivered while getting to business because if I had to say it too early, they wouldn't be distracted enough and would keep asking follow-up questions. I told a few boys that they just wanted me to be safe. I told a few that they couldn't hear us. I told one or two to stop asking questions and get naked, or didn't they want to fuck?
Anyway, not sure how I end this. Just a series of recollections.
I am once again accepting writing prompts from the audience. Any questions? Any stories I've hinted but haven't told? Any sources of those "1000 questions to answer on your blog" lists of a salacious nature, or even not? Email me at lexinaughtygirly[AT]gmail.com or comment or whatever you want to do. I've got a Twitter. You can ask me there too.
Monday, May 30, 2016
Moment of Weakness
I am a big proponent of not shitting where you eat. Huge. I'm bad at following my own advice, but I try.
That said, if fucking a coworker is shitting where you eat (or dipping the pen in the company ink, but I don't have a pen so I'm not sure I can use that one) then what is fucking a customer?
Because a few nights ago, I did just that. He was just so darned cute when he asked for help. I helped him, we got to talking, he said he was just in town on vacation and did I know anywhere fun to go, I told him the back seat of a car was fun, he grinned but didn't say no or walk away, so I took my break early. What can I say? I'm so fucking horny these days. And yes, that previous was an abbreviation, so don't accuse me of writing letters to Penthouse. I don't go up to strange men and proposition them that boldly.
He was a little older than me but cute, brown hair with temples just starting to go gray, about as tall as me (which is nice, I have to admit), and he had a stubby nose which was probably the oddest part of his face and really the only part I remember that well. But I wasn't really interested in looking at his face.
His car was tiny so we adjourned to my car, which is not the most comfortable place to do the nasty but which has seen much nasty done in its life so it's practical if not roomy. Honestly, I was just going to give him head. I figured he could use a good blowjob and I have to keep in practice. But once I had his cock out of his pants, I really wanted something for me too. And the fact that I wasn't going to get it pissed me off to the point that I was willing to try to get it even though I knew I wouldn't.
For the ladies (the few there are) or the gentlemen who enjoy that sort of thing, his cock was pretty decent for a random sample. Nice large head, which I enjoy but which presented a few problems with deepthroating. I guess I was a bit out of practice because in my prime I could have had his entire shaft down my throat in nothing flat. He wasn't super long though, so I could get most of it in my mouth and let the head tickle my uvula without going for the full-on. Anyway, I decided I didn't want him to go off without being inside me at least a bit.
He didn't have a condom (shocker: guys, carry condoms please) but come on, even at my lowest ebb I'm prepared (if for no other reason than to give Sveta a good example) and anyway, I decided that since the front door is being so finicky, he would definitely have to go around back. If that's too subtle, I wanted him to fuck my ass because I haven't had a cock in there in too long, and it hurts less. Yes, I know, that may be the first time that's been said.
When I climbed up, took off my pants and unbuttoned my blouse, and whispered, "Fuck me in the ass, big boy," he actually paused. Which I guess isn't that surprising, because I really did say that, just like you're imagining it.
"In the butt?" he said, somewhat incredulously.
"I like it," I encouraged.
"I've never..."
"It's okay, sweetheart."
"Are you on the rag?"
Yep, he asked me that. And honestly, at other points in my life I would have told him to pull up his pants and get the fuck out. Hell, at a few points, I would have kicked him out with his pants around his ankles. But... well, I was horny, as stated, plus I was feeling charitable because it wasn't like he'd been a total dick previously or anything, and I guess it's a fair question if a gal wants you to fuck her in the ass. Probably not a good question to ask if a gal is asking you to fuck her in the ass. The good questions are, "How hard do you want it?" and possibly, "Do you have some lube?" Any others? Feel free to chime in with your suggestions.
Anyway, I said, "No, I just prefer it and I thought you might enjoy it. I mean, you're on vacation after all." And then I giggled all coquettishly, because I'm shameless.
He laughed too, a nervous but genuine laugh, and said, "Okay, just remember I'm new to this."
I got the condom on him as fast as I could, sat in his lap, and eased that delightful big head of his into my asshole. It felt wonderful, I won't lie. And he seemed to enjoy it too. But I was starting to feel really excited in a genital way, and that meant I started getting little tickles of pain through the pleasure. Still, it was nice. I backed down on him like a pro and pretty soon his pubic hair was tickling my labia, which only made things worse in the little tickles of pain department.
I wish I was turned on by pain, because this would be like two orgasms in one. But I'm not. No offense to anyone who is, but I've never really gotten off on it. Humiliation, degradation, even a little rough stuff, but pain itself doesn't do it for me.
Anyway, my break's not long, so I didn't give him the scenic route or anything. He had his hands around my breasts pulling me back to him and I didn't give him any pointers because I didn't want him to get any better and make things worse. The squeezing on my tits was arousing enough. I started rocking my ass, with his cock still buried in my butt, squeezing him a bit and trying to ignore my cooch as much as possible.
He didn't explode right away, so I sped up a bit, grinding down and then pulling up, until he got the hint and started thrusting up to meet me, and god damn did I want an orgasm right about then. The stabbing was getting stabby-er, so I kept going, biting my lip. Because it's still pleasure, you know? And the pain builds a lot slower in my ass. He tried to finger me, but I just pulled his hands to my hips and begged him to rock me harder.
Pretty soon he grunted and tried to pull out, but I just squirmed down and giggled and felt his cock spasm a few times as he filled the condom. I wish he could have filled my ass or my pussy because it would have felt better, but ah well.
And I have no idea what his name is. I know the first name because he did introduce himself, but I could give a shit about his last name. And frankly, after he was done, I kind of wanted him gone. He tried to invite me to his place, but I told him I had to go back to work. He said he might come back and see me again, but either he didn't or he didn't know when I work and showed up to be disappointed.
When I got home, I let Sveta almost wear her tongue out trying to get me to cum. It hurt like a motherfucker but I really wanted to get off. But no dice.
Am I a bad person? Yeah, a little. I basically used that guy as a sex toy. I could have given him more. I don't feel guilty about it; I mean, he got to fuck a cute girl in the ass in the parking lot, so I wouldn't feel sorry for him. I didn't force him to do it, believe me.
But mostly I was just disappointed. Because as good as it felt, it wasn't enough. My doctor and Sveta both want me to keep trying, and that includes not just trying by myself or with Sveta, but also trying to possibly recapture some of the sexiness I had before all this. Which means that I'll keep trying. If he had come back, I would have fucked him again, although maybe not in the car. Maybe in the bathroom. Horniness makes me incredibly kinky in a lot of ways.
More than that, though, I fucked a customer. Probably not a great idea, employment-wise. Kind of afraid I might do it again, repeatedly. Thinking about taking a stranger into the bathroom and getting fucked bent over in a stall is making me incredibly horny.
That said, if fucking a coworker is shitting where you eat (or dipping the pen in the company ink, but I don't have a pen so I'm not sure I can use that one) then what is fucking a customer?
Because a few nights ago, I did just that. He was just so darned cute when he asked for help. I helped him, we got to talking, he said he was just in town on vacation and did I know anywhere fun to go, I told him the back seat of a car was fun, he grinned but didn't say no or walk away, so I took my break early. What can I say? I'm so fucking horny these days. And yes, that previous was an abbreviation, so don't accuse me of writing letters to Penthouse. I don't go up to strange men and proposition them that boldly.
He was a little older than me but cute, brown hair with temples just starting to go gray, about as tall as me (which is nice, I have to admit), and he had a stubby nose which was probably the oddest part of his face and really the only part I remember that well. But I wasn't really interested in looking at his face.
His car was tiny so we adjourned to my car, which is not the most comfortable place to do the nasty but which has seen much nasty done in its life so it's practical if not roomy. Honestly, I was just going to give him head. I figured he could use a good blowjob and I have to keep in practice. But once I had his cock out of his pants, I really wanted something for me too. And the fact that I wasn't going to get it pissed me off to the point that I was willing to try to get it even though I knew I wouldn't.
For the ladies (the few there are) or the gentlemen who enjoy that sort of thing, his cock was pretty decent for a random sample. Nice large head, which I enjoy but which presented a few problems with deepthroating. I guess I was a bit out of practice because in my prime I could have had his entire shaft down my throat in nothing flat. He wasn't super long though, so I could get most of it in my mouth and let the head tickle my uvula without going for the full-on. Anyway, I decided I didn't want him to go off without being inside me at least a bit.
He didn't have a condom (shocker: guys, carry condoms please) but come on, even at my lowest ebb I'm prepared (if for no other reason than to give Sveta a good example) and anyway, I decided that since the front door is being so finicky, he would definitely have to go around back. If that's too subtle, I wanted him to fuck my ass because I haven't had a cock in there in too long, and it hurts less. Yes, I know, that may be the first time that's been said.
When I climbed up, took off my pants and unbuttoned my blouse, and whispered, "Fuck me in the ass, big boy," he actually paused. Which I guess isn't that surprising, because I really did say that, just like you're imagining it.
"In the butt?" he said, somewhat incredulously.
"I like it," I encouraged.
"I've never..."
"It's okay, sweetheart."
"Are you on the rag?"
Yep, he asked me that. And honestly, at other points in my life I would have told him to pull up his pants and get the fuck out. Hell, at a few points, I would have kicked him out with his pants around his ankles. But... well, I was horny, as stated, plus I was feeling charitable because it wasn't like he'd been a total dick previously or anything, and I guess it's a fair question if a gal wants you to fuck her in the ass. Probably not a good question to ask if a gal is asking you to fuck her in the ass. The good questions are, "How hard do you want it?" and possibly, "Do you have some lube?" Any others? Feel free to chime in with your suggestions.
Anyway, I said, "No, I just prefer it and I thought you might enjoy it. I mean, you're on vacation after all." And then I giggled all coquettishly, because I'm shameless.
He laughed too, a nervous but genuine laugh, and said, "Okay, just remember I'm new to this."
I got the condom on him as fast as I could, sat in his lap, and eased that delightful big head of his into my asshole. It felt wonderful, I won't lie. And he seemed to enjoy it too. But I was starting to feel really excited in a genital way, and that meant I started getting little tickles of pain through the pleasure. Still, it was nice. I backed down on him like a pro and pretty soon his pubic hair was tickling my labia, which only made things worse in the little tickles of pain department.
I wish I was turned on by pain, because this would be like two orgasms in one. But I'm not. No offense to anyone who is, but I've never really gotten off on it. Humiliation, degradation, even a little rough stuff, but pain itself doesn't do it for me.
Anyway, my break's not long, so I didn't give him the scenic route or anything. He had his hands around my breasts pulling me back to him and I didn't give him any pointers because I didn't want him to get any better and make things worse. The squeezing on my tits was arousing enough. I started rocking my ass, with his cock still buried in my butt, squeezing him a bit and trying to ignore my cooch as much as possible.
He didn't explode right away, so I sped up a bit, grinding down and then pulling up, until he got the hint and started thrusting up to meet me, and god damn did I want an orgasm right about then. The stabbing was getting stabby-er, so I kept going, biting my lip. Because it's still pleasure, you know? And the pain builds a lot slower in my ass. He tried to finger me, but I just pulled his hands to my hips and begged him to rock me harder.
Pretty soon he grunted and tried to pull out, but I just squirmed down and giggled and felt his cock spasm a few times as he filled the condom. I wish he could have filled my ass or my pussy because it would have felt better, but ah well.
And I have no idea what his name is. I know the first name because he did introduce himself, but I could give a shit about his last name. And frankly, after he was done, I kind of wanted him gone. He tried to invite me to his place, but I told him I had to go back to work. He said he might come back and see me again, but either he didn't or he didn't know when I work and showed up to be disappointed.
When I got home, I let Sveta almost wear her tongue out trying to get me to cum. It hurt like a motherfucker but I really wanted to get off. But no dice.
Am I a bad person? Yeah, a little. I basically used that guy as a sex toy. I could have given him more. I don't feel guilty about it; I mean, he got to fuck a cute girl in the ass in the parking lot, so I wouldn't feel sorry for him. I didn't force him to do it, believe me.
But mostly I was just disappointed. Because as good as it felt, it wasn't enough. My doctor and Sveta both want me to keep trying, and that includes not just trying by myself or with Sveta, but also trying to possibly recapture some of the sexiness I had before all this. Which means that I'll keep trying. If he had come back, I would have fucked him again, although maybe not in the car. Maybe in the bathroom. Horniness makes me incredibly kinky in a lot of ways.
More than that, though, I fucked a customer. Probably not a great idea, employment-wise. Kind of afraid I might do it again, repeatedly. Thinking about taking a stranger into the bathroom and getting fucked bent over in a stall is making me incredibly horny.
Friday, April 15, 2016
Bukakke
Bukakke has never been something I particularly enjoyed watching. There's a certain thrill to it, the idea of a whole crowd of random guys lining up to jizz on a cute girl's face, but frequently the presentation isn't sexy. And the fact that it's usually Japanese and censored doesn't help much. I think Japanese women are incredibly sexy, but the sounds that Japanese porn stars seem contractually obligated to make don't really do it for me either.
That being said, I think there's definitely good bukakke porn out there, including from our Eastern neighbors. I just prefer gangbangs and creampies for my viewing pleasure. Having a gangbang finish up with bukakke can be nice, but the girl has to be cute and I don't want to see minutes and minutes of her waiting patiently while unattractive men furiously wank out a tiny dribble of spooge. I'm fine with a bunch of cumshots in quick succession, particularly if there's some fucking happening too.
But I've reversed my position on bukakke personally: I would love to try it. I would love to have a huge gangbang more, and I would love to have a huge creampie bukakke even more than that, but it seems like the standard garden variety bukakke might be easier to achieve, and I can see the appeal of it happening to me. I think this may be a continuation of my last post in that I would happily lie there as guy after anonymous guy spunked all over my body. The addition of some help cleaning up would be nice, but I could also happily do one of those where the girl cleans it all up herself.
As I get older, the logistics of organizing a gangbang become more and more tricky. But I might be able to get a few guys together to come in one at a time and cream all over me. I wouldn't make them stand there in a group or hotswap me. They could be completely secure in their masculinity.
Maybe I just need to put out some feelers to old friends. Of course, most of my friends would want to fuck, but maybe they'd be willing to do a quid pro quo: some alone time with me in exchange for a sperm donation. Whatever. It makes me hot thinking about it.
That being said, I think there's definitely good bukakke porn out there, including from our Eastern neighbors. I just prefer gangbangs and creampies for my viewing pleasure. Having a gangbang finish up with bukakke can be nice, but the girl has to be cute and I don't want to see minutes and minutes of her waiting patiently while unattractive men furiously wank out a tiny dribble of spooge. I'm fine with a bunch of cumshots in quick succession, particularly if there's some fucking happening too.
But I've reversed my position on bukakke personally: I would love to try it. I would love to have a huge gangbang more, and I would love to have a huge creampie bukakke even more than that, but it seems like the standard garden variety bukakke might be easier to achieve, and I can see the appeal of it happening to me. I think this may be a continuation of my last post in that I would happily lie there as guy after anonymous guy spunked all over my body. The addition of some help cleaning up would be nice, but I could also happily do one of those where the girl cleans it all up herself.
As I get older, the logistics of organizing a gangbang become more and more tricky. But I might be able to get a few guys together to come in one at a time and cream all over me. I wouldn't make them stand there in a group or hotswap me. They could be completely secure in their masculinity.
Maybe I just need to put out some feelers to old friends. Of course, most of my friends would want to fuck, but maybe they'd be willing to do a quid pro quo: some alone time with me in exchange for a sperm donation. Whatever. It makes me hot thinking about it.
Tuesday, March 29, 2016
Doctor's Orders
So my doctor suggested that I need to keep trying on the whole "can't cum without feeling like I'm being stabbed in the gut" thing. I'm not sure whether I'm supposed to just get used to the pain or if "physical therapy" will actually help reduce the pain. But whatever.
So, because it's hard to try to cum with a partner as part of physical therapy (not that I don't, but partners only have so much time to contribute and there's refractory periods and all that jazz to worry about too) I've been fantasizing a lot and looking at a lot of porn. A lot.
Lately the idea of being tied up in a bathroom stall has really been appealing to me for some reason. I figure there should be a stall in the men's room right next to the toilets and urinals which is the "get your rocks off" stall. Actually, because I'm so deprived and depraved, it could be a "do pretty much anything you want to Lexi" stall.
Maybe a guy just needs to piss, so he comes into the stall and there I am all trussed up. He just unzips, sticks his cock in my mouth, and I have to drink all the piss. And then, like a good bidet, clean him up afterward. No shaking required, no post-mictural dribble, just Lexi the toilet slave.
Or maybe he'd like to stick a funnel up my ass and give me a golden enema. Or just piss all over me. Whatever.
Then of course there would be the guy who has 5 minutes for coffee and a wank and sees my stall instead, so he heads in and fucks my face like a Fleshlight and cums down my throat. No mess to clean up, and I guarantee I'm a better choice than a stealthy bathroom jerkoff session.
Of course there's always the chance that he'd like something more than a blowjob. There I am, tied up and bent over and he can fuck me seventeen ways to Sunday, pussy, ass, whatever. Since I'm tied up, I'm seeing the need for a bathroom attendant who could clean up afterward. Sure, Lexi the bidet could suck his cock clean after he shot his load inside me, but maybe the attendant could do that too just to make sure, and she could also eat out all the cum to make me nice and sanitary for the next guest.
Yes, I'm even thinking, because as I said I'm deprived and depraved, that scat would be on the table in this scenario. I would totally rim a guy to save on toilet paper. I'm a filthy whore slave in this scenario.
This is not something I would ever actually want to do in real life. That's what makes fantasy so awesome. I frequently fantasize about things I've never done, or could never do, or would never do. Give it a try sometime.
As for me, I'm going to go back to following my doctor's orders right now. If anyone has any toilet fetish porn they'd like to share, leave it in the comments.
So, because it's hard to try to cum with a partner as part of physical therapy (not that I don't, but partners only have so much time to contribute and there's refractory periods and all that jazz to worry about too) I've been fantasizing a lot and looking at a lot of porn. A lot.
Lately the idea of being tied up in a bathroom stall has really been appealing to me for some reason. I figure there should be a stall in the men's room right next to the toilets and urinals which is the "get your rocks off" stall. Actually, because I'm so deprived and depraved, it could be a "do pretty much anything you want to Lexi" stall.
Maybe a guy just needs to piss, so he comes into the stall and there I am all trussed up. He just unzips, sticks his cock in my mouth, and I have to drink all the piss. And then, like a good bidet, clean him up afterward. No shaking required, no post-mictural dribble, just Lexi the toilet slave.
Or maybe he'd like to stick a funnel up my ass and give me a golden enema. Or just piss all over me. Whatever.
Then of course there would be the guy who has 5 minutes for coffee and a wank and sees my stall instead, so he heads in and fucks my face like a Fleshlight and cums down my throat. No mess to clean up, and I guarantee I'm a better choice than a stealthy bathroom jerkoff session.
Of course there's always the chance that he'd like something more than a blowjob. There I am, tied up and bent over and he can fuck me seventeen ways to Sunday, pussy, ass, whatever. Since I'm tied up, I'm seeing the need for a bathroom attendant who could clean up afterward. Sure, Lexi the bidet could suck his cock clean after he shot his load inside me, but maybe the attendant could do that too just to make sure, and she could also eat out all the cum to make me nice and sanitary for the next guest.
Yes, I'm even thinking, because as I said I'm deprived and depraved, that scat would be on the table in this scenario. I would totally rim a guy to save on toilet paper. I'm a filthy whore slave in this scenario.
This is not something I would ever actually want to do in real life. That's what makes fantasy so awesome. I frequently fantasize about things I've never done, or could never do, or would never do. Give it a try sometime.
As for me, I'm going to go back to following my doctor's orders right now. If anyone has any toilet fetish porn they'd like to share, leave it in the comments.
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