Liam Gets His

Remember how Kate is getting a divorce?

Tip of the iceberg.

If you recall (and I don't see why you should, given that I haven't talked about them in ages) Kate has two sons, Liam and Kevin.  Liam's the elder.  And Liam has seen his fair share of the goings on at his parents' (well, now Kate's) house.  He's seen me naked.  He's seen his mom get, if not fucked, at least pretty much fucked.  And he's old enough to know what's going on and to be excited.  Hell, he's old enough now where... I'm getting ahead of myself.

I finally made it over to Kate's on my day off this week.  She had asked me to come over, and I figured I owed it to her, given what's going on.  I haven't been there for a lot of people recently.  I'm trying.

We talked a bunch, about Roger, about marriage, about life.  She loves that I never really liked him.  I know, that's petty and probably not healthy, but it was a good old-fashioned bitch session about him, how he was lousy in bed, a shitty guy, etc.  She apologized for me having to put up with him.  Then she said some stuff about how if he was going to find someone new, she could too.  But she kind of trailed off.

Then she asked me, "So, how's Mike?"  And I thought she was looking for me to get him back to her.  Which is unlikely.  Not that Mike wouldn't fuck her brains out in a heartbeat, but he's further away now that he used to be and doesn't get to visit often, so it's not like I could call him up and beg him to come down and throw a bone into Kate.  Also, I was a little concerned that she was gunning for him in a more serious way, and I knew that would only lead to trouble.

But when I made various non-committal remarks about him and how he was doing fine, she said, point blank, "You two fuck, right?"

Apparently she had seen more than she let on the last time (which was, I'll admit, a long time ago, so she's been sitting on this for years).  I must have looked terrified, because she hastened to assure me that she wasn't asking because she minded.

So I told her the truth.  "Yes, we do.  Whenever possible."

"And Sveta's okay with that?"

"He fucks her too."

"Ah."

There was silence for a while.  Perhaps too long.  What the hell was going on?

"I need your help," she said finally.

"Okay."

And she spilled her guts.  She has been sleeping with Liam.  Not sleeping with sleeping with, but she's been having him share her bed at night.  "I just missed having a man there," is how she explained it.

Lest this get too molest-y, Liam was the one who suggested it.  He's been sort of the man of the house since his father left, possibly since before, because I'm given to understand that Roger wasn't spending a lot of time at home in the last few months before he moved out.  So Liam has been sleeping in Kate's bed for a while now.  But that's not what she was worried about.

"He gets hard," as she put it.  I told her hey, that was nothing to worry about.  A guy his age, that happens.

"No, I mean he gets hard when he sees me.  And he's embarrassed about it.  I told him it was okay, all that stuff.  I mean hell, he's seen me naked so many times.  But now..."

"He's gotten hard when he's seen me too."

"But he never did when he saw me.  And he's confused."

Okay, so I figured that now she was going to ask me to deflower him or something.  Get his mind off her.  Something like that.  But she just asked if I could talk to him.  "He gets too embarrassed when I try to talk to him about it."

"Well, I can talk to him, but you probably should too..."

"I can't."

"Why not?"

And she burst out crying.  "Because seeing him get hard gets me wet and I don't know what's wrong with me."

Okay then.

How long had this been going on?  "A long time," she admitted.  "I should... I should never... but when he would see me doing things with you, or Mike, or even his father... I liked it that he was watching.  I wanted him to watch."

Well, that explains a certain amount.

Okay, so I would talk to him about it.  Because I had experience.  Because I'm a damn family therapist by virtue of fucking my brother, apparently.  Since we were being forthright, I asked her if she wanted me to let him fuck me.  I mean, cards on the table.  I figured I'd better ask, in case he got any ideas.

"Do you think it would help?"

No, not really.  But maybe.  Maybe he was just so hard up that all the sex in the house was driving him crazy.

I went to his room.  He's grown up quite a bit since I last spoke of him.  "Hey," he said, like he was expecting me.  Maybe he was.  I figured maybe his mother had told him she was going to find someone to deflower him.

But it wasn't like that at all.  We talked.  I'm pretty good at talking about sex, actually.  Surprise surprise, right?  He didn't need the birds and the bees.  He was embarrassed to be talking about it.  I started off generally, just saying that I was sorry if he was ever upset by seeing me naked, or if he was mad at me because he thought it was my fault his parents weren't together any more.  He said no.

We got more specific.  "So, you're pretty hard up?" I asked him gently.

"Yeah."

"It's got to be rough.  I mean, being around for all that stuff and not having anyone to turn to."

"Yeah."

He was jealous.  But, shockingly, he wasn't jealous that he didn't have anything but his hand to comfort him.  "I got jealous of everyone who got to be with Mom," he said.  "Because..."

"You wanted to do that?"

"Yeah."  I don't know what it was; he didn't seem to hesitate.

"Well, I can understand that."  And I told him about my family.  I didn't go into great detail, but I told him that it was okay to be jealous.  Because she was his mom and he missed being close to her and so forth.  But he got the point and told me that no, it wasn't that he didn't think she loved him as much because she was fucking around.  He was jealous because he wanted to fuck her.  He didn't say that, exactly, but he didn't hint either.  He said, essentially, that he wanted to do the stuff the other guys were doing with her.

I asked him if he was jealous of me, and he said no, that was different.

So we talked about that.  Once I got past the barriers and told him some things about me, he opened up and we were able to have a conversation about sex.  And about how people would probably not approve of his desires, but that I wasn't judging him at all.  He liked hearing about Mike and my mom.  We talked about the situation.

Then I asked him, "So, would it help if we did stuff?"  I admit, I was expecting a different answer than I got.

"Not really."

Wha?  I was figuring that, even if it didn't really help, he would probably be interested.  I mean, maybe he was just hard up, right?

"Okay."

"I mean... you're really pretty and I like seeing you, you know, when you're here.  And it makes me do stuff."

"You jerk off?"

"Yeah.  All the time."

"Does my being here make it harder on you?"

"No."  I think he thought I was insulted because he tried to weasel out of it, but I didn't let him.  "I mean, yeah, I wouldn't mind doing stuff with you.  But I feel like I would be..."

"You'd be being unfaithful to your mom?"

"Yeah.  I mean, when I've seen you naked, it's made me get stiff, but I'm always thinking of her.  Like, when I jerk off."

He was smitten.  This complicated things.  "And sleeping with her must be really tough."

"Yeah.  I get stiff then too."

So we talked some more.  I don't want you to think I was trying to encourage him.  I kind of wanted to, but I also knew that, well, people definitely don't understand this shit.  And he'd have to keep it secret.  But he didn't seem to care.

So finally I said, "Okay.  Okay.  Well, I'm glad we could talk about this."  Which was about the greatest exit line in the universe, so I cracked a smile and he smiled too, and I said, "Listen, whatever happens, I'm okay with it.  You don't have to worry about me judging you.  And if you ever decide you want to talk, or do anything else, I promise I'll be here for you."

And then I went to talk to Kate.  And I wasn't sure what I was going to say.  So I just said, "Kate, your son loves you very much and he's worried."

"Worried about what?"

"Well, I think he's attracted to you and he's worried about that."

"I'm worried about it too."

So I got to have another talk, about my family.  And I pretty much laid the cards on the table.  And I told her that I had offered to help him take his mind off her, but he had said no.  Which shocked her.

"So..."

"He really wants to be with you.  I think he has for a long time."

"We can't.  I can't.  It would be wrong."

"That's what people say."

"What do you say?"

"I'm not a good person to ask."  And I'm not.  Because if it were up to me, everyone who wanted to would be fucking each other's brains out, age, gender, family be damned.  But she really wanted to know, so I told her, "If he were my son, and I felt the way you do about him, and he felt the way he does about you, I'd talk to him about it."

So we both went back to Liam's room and had yet another talk, which I won't repeat because it was basically just a lot of rehashing, until finally Kate asked Liam if he really wanted to be with her, and he said yes, and she said, "Okay then.  I do too."

At this point, I was going to make myself scarce, but Kate and Liam both begged me to stay.  "We don't know how to do this," Kate said.  Like it's any different from any other time two people have sex.  But the nice part of me ignored that, and the pervy part really wanted to stay, so I stayed.

I didn't give orders or play them like puppets.  But I did suggest that maybe, before they jumped into anything too serious, they might try kissing a little.  It was awkward at first.  It was like two high school kids kissing on stage.  But then Kate seemed to make a decision, and Liam seemed to get into it, and pretty soon they were kissing, mother and son, quite romantically.

Last time you saw Liam he was a boy.  He is now as tall as his mother.  So while there's a definite age difference, it's not pronounced.  And once Kate made her decision, she stopped being shy.  She led him.  "Do you want to touch Mom's breasts?" she asked him, and he nodded, so she took his hand and put it on her breast and held it there, then asked if he wanted her to take her shirt off.  Of course he did.

I noticed that he was hard as a rock, and his awkwardness had kind of fallen by the wayside.  She pulled off her shirt and without being asked he leaned in and started sucking on her nipple.  And she was definitely as turned on as she should have been.  She finally broke him off to pull off his shirt, and then he went back to sucking, or perhaps suckling, on her breast.  She was breathing hard.

After a few minutes, she said, "Let's go into the big room, okay?  I want you to be in my bed with me as a man now."  He grinned eagerly.  So I followed them into the big bedroom, and Kate pulled off her shorts and was wearing nothing but panties.  "You really like how I look?" she asked him, as if she couldn't tell by the tent he was pitching.  He nodded earnestly.  "Come and touch Mom's pussy," she said, pulling her panties off too and lying back on the bed.

He was a bit timid, not because he didn't want to but because he wasn't sure what to do.  In the end he just put his hand over the place where he had come into the world and felt the heat and wetness.  "Put your finger in," I suggested quietly to him when he looked over at me for confirmation.

He was fingering his mom's pussy.  And he looked so happy.  So did she.  She was flushed all over and just his touch seemed to drive her wild.  But after a moment she said, "Come up here.  Come to me, Liam.  I want you.  I don't care.  I want you so much Liam."

"I want you too, Mom," he said.  He pulled his pants and underwear down at once and climbed onto the bed with her.

Not going to lie, Liam does not take after his asshole father.  He was sporting a respectable cock.

"Get between my legs, baby.  God, look at that cock."  Kate laughed breathlessly.  "You're so big, baby.  I want it inside me, okay sweetie?"

"Really?"  He still didn't quite believe what was happening.  I don't blame him.

"Go on.  No need to be jealous any more.  You're who I want.  Who I've always wanted.  I love you, Liam.  I want you so bad."

She reached down and took his cock in her hand and guided it to her entrance.  And then he moved forward and obscured the view but I knew he was inside her, because he grunted and she gasped and I think she came.  "You make Mommy feel so good, baby!" she almost wailed.

"This feels so good," he said, moving down and further into her.

And then she pulled him down to kiss her, then put her hand on his hip and guided him in and out.  He didn't last long, maybe five slow thrusts, before he gasped, "I'm gonna..."

"It's okay, baby.  I want you to do it inside me."

He didn't need any convincing of that either.  He just moved down and then spasmed and I was sure he was filling up her shallow pussy with teen cream.

After he finished, he just lay on top of her with her arms wrapped around him.  They said various lovey things.  It was adorable.  Then she laughed.  "Jesus Liam, you just fucked your mom."

"Yeah."

"Did you like it?"

"Yeah.  I mean, of course, right?"  And he laughed too.

"I know.  Know how I know?"

"How?"

"Because you're getting hard again, you silly.  Want to fuck your mom again?"

"Can I?"

"May I."

"Mom, jeez.  Okay, may I?"

"May I what?"

"May I..."

"You can say it, Liam.  I don't care.  Lexi doesn't care.  Shit, Lexi, you're probably so bored."

I assured them that I was definitely not.

"Well then Liam, say it."

"May I... fuck you again?"

"Yes baby.  As much as you want, okay?"

And she reached down and guided him in again, and they started more of the same.  It was...

Okay, aside.  I'm a pervert.  So I would totally be down with watching a mom and son fucking regardless.  But this made me so happy.  They weren't fucking, even if Kate was calling it that.  They were making love.  It was just so loving.  It was sexy as hell too, but more than that, it made me so happy for them.  I know that's weird and probably people would say that she was abusing him, but there was no abuse there.

Also, despite it being his first time, Liam acquitted himself excellently.  The first time he was nervous and too wound up to perform, but they both just wanted to do it right away.  But the second time, after they continued missionary for a while, Kate came again and Liam was so happy he was making his mom cum.  He rode her right through a nice O on her part, then she told him to lie back.  "I want to give my boy the full experience," she said, climbing on top and slipping down onto him.

She started rocking on him, telling him to hold her hips and guide her, and he did just that.  "Mom, you feel so great," he kept saying.  And she was moaning his name.  He must have been bottoming out in her with every thrust down, and he started thrusting up too, but she took it all and loved every inch.

I was honored.  I mean, really.  I got to share one of the most intimate moments between a mother and son, and while I think they mostly forgot I was there and I didn't interfere, when he came inside her, pulling her hips down to him, he looked over at me and grinned.

Kate motioned for me to come over and gave me a giant kiss and thanked me.  I'm not really sure for what.  I guess for greasing the wheels.  She wanted to know if I was wound up, if I needed anything, and I said no, this was their time and I wasn't going to intrude.  Then Liam kissed me too, a little shyly but in a definitely romantic way.

I was going to leave at that point but neither of them would hear of it.  So in the end I spent the night.  Kate wanted to know what to tell Kevin, and I said they needed to tell him but maybe work up to it.  "Do you think he's going to be upset?" Kate asked me.

"I honestly don't know," was all I could say.  And I don't.  I hope he's not.  But I did tell her that it was important to make sure he wasn't jealous, not that Liam got to fuck his mom, but that it would mean that Liam was the favorite.  My parents, when Mari and then Sheri became women, were very careful to stress that it didn't mean they loved the other kids less.  Now, in our case, it may have been easier because we knew that our turns would come.

And I said that, but I also said that if they decided that Kevin's turn would come, that it was important for it to be his choice.  I could see him jumping on the bandwagon because he was scared not to be included, but not really wanting to or something.  Kate, of course, wanted me to talk to him.  I told her I would think about it.

They were like rabbits though.  It was like the dam had burst and now there was no point in denying anything.  They kept asking if I needed anything, but I just told them to do what they needed to do.

I did give Liam some pointers on going down on a woman.  Well, really, Kate and I both gave him pointers, but at a certain point (well, after about five seconds) she was enjoying herself too much to give him solid advice.  He seemed nervous and kept looking over at me, so I buckled and came down to the business end of things and kibitzed.  Pretty soon he had a finger up her and was licking her clit and she was moaning until she begged him to stop and fuck her again.

The third time was slow, body to body.  They were wrapped in each other, with his hips just thrusting in and out of her while they kissed and panted and groaned.  They stayed that way for what seemed like hours.  I don't know when he came, but they didn't stop embracing and kissing.

Then they got dressed, sort of.  Kate just pulled on a robe and Liam put his underwear back on and a shirt, and we had dinner.  Kevin seemed completely oblivious.  It was a little awkward from our point of view, but he was totally normal.  He rushed back to his room to keep playing Minecraft or something like that, and Kate looked after him with a slightly worried look, but then she shook her head and said, "I may be a terrible mother but I can't help it."  And then she reached over and took out Liam's cock and started sucking it.  I suggested that we go back to the bedroom just in case.

Number four was Liam's first time behind his mother, and he seemed to enjoy that too.  He even worked up some energy (oh to be young again) and when she enjoyed a bit harder thrusts he gave it his all.  He really loves making her cum.  It seems to fill him with pride.  I can understand that.

I declined when Kate asked if I needed anything and left them snuggled together.  About an hour later Kate came out into the living room, naked and glowing.  "He's asleep," she said with this beautiful smile.  "My baby.  He's so beautiful.  God, I can't believe this is happening.  I don't want to wake up from this dream."

We had drinks and sat on the couch and talked some more.  She went to put Kevin to bed, or rather, as she said, to make sure he turned off the computer and went to sleep.  Then she came back shucked her robe, and practically threw herself at me.  "No," I said.  "This should be your special time with Liam.  I'm okay."

"He won't mind," she whispered, kissing my neck.

So we made out for a while.  Kate packed a bowl and we smoked.  I won't lie; that was part of the reason I was there.  Pot has been helpful with my various pain issues and I had come over hoping to score a little.  And with the edge off, she got my clothes off and ate me out until I had to stop.  I had a tiny little O, the most I'd had in days, which was painful but pleasant too.  And then I got to taste her son's cum in her pussy and give her two shuddering orgasms.

"Come to bed," she said finally.

"No, you should go back there to be with him."

"Come on.  He said he didn't mind."

So all three of us wound up sleeping in the bed.  I woke at some point in the early hours because of the motion of the mattress and smiled as I found Liam slowly fucking her again.  She reached up and took his hand and put it on my breast and he held it there for a moment before I smiled sleepily back and said, "I'm okay."  Like rabbits, I tell you.

When I woke up again, I was alone in the bed.  Kate had gone to drop Kevin off at some camp or other activity.  I met Liam in the living room, sitting on the couch in his underwear and a shirt.  We talked.  He finally said, "Do you, you know... need anything from me?"

"Liam honey, if you wanted that and your mom was okay with it, I would love to.  But not today."

"But she and you fucked, right?"

"Yes, we did.  I'm sorry.  I shouldn't have."

"No, it's fine.  I told her she should.  I was too tired to make her happy right then."

"You care about her, don't you?"  What a stupid thing to say.  Of course he cares about her.

"Yeah.  I love it when she's happy."

"Are you happy?"

"Yes!"  He was quite emphatic about that.  "I love my mom.  And now I love her in more ways, you know?"

"I do."

He pulled his underwear down.  "But it's not fair that she gets to be happy and you don't."

"I'm plenty happy, Liam.  I promise."

"So you don't want to?"

"No, honey, no.  I would love to."  He looked so sad at the thought that I wouldn't want him.  "Do you want to wait for your mom to get home?"

"No," he grinned, a shit-eating grin.  Because he's a horny teenager.  "I haven't done anything in hours.  I don't want to wait."  He's going to be trouble.  The good kind of trouble, but if Kate's not careful she's never going to get a moment's peace.

I was naked, he was naked, and things just came naturally.  I felt a little guilty for a few minutes, but my lizard brain was firmly in control.  He loves breasts and mine needed some attention.  I told him not to expect me to cum, which disappointed him (and me too) but that I would enjoy every minute of it regardless.  And that just because I liked something didn't mean his mom would.  Basically, I was giving him sex ed while he rounded the bases on me.

His tit-sucking technique is amazing for someone who's so inexperienced.  His fingering was enjoyable if clumsy, and I did try to give him a few pointers there.  He asked me if I wanted him to lick me and I said no, I'd rather lick him.  Which I did.  "Wow," he said.  I flatter myself, but he did say that when I started sucking his cock.  I'm better than Kate.  Sorry, it's just the truth.  But she's had to deal with Roger for so many years, so it's hardly surprising she doesn't really know what to do with a nice cock.

Kate came through the door as I was deepthroating her son.  I stopped and looked up stupidly.  She just looked back for a moment, smiled, and said, "Liam, did you ask nicely?"

"Very nicely.  I was going to wait for you but..."

She laughed.  "He's a teenager.  He's got needs.  God, I'm never going to get a moment to myself any more, am I?  I'll have to have you over more often to pick up the slack."

"Do you two want to..." I began, but she shook her head.

"Come on Lexi, let the boy have his fun.  I've got cleaning to do that didn't get done yesterday because we were too busy."

But she didn't go anywhere.  She stripped off her clothes and sat on the couch next to him, gave him a big kiss, and said, "I want to see how he looks when he's fucking you.  My big guy."

She got her wish.  Liam and I wound up on the floor, me on my hands and knees, him behind me.  She took his cock and guided it into me.  I almost came right then, and in another time I would have.  It was so fucking sexy to be fucked by the son while the mother eggs him on.  And she did egg him on.  Her hand was between her legs moving furiously.

The pot had worn off by this point, obviously, so the pain was pretty bad, but I tried to ignore it.  It just felt great.  But when he got close, I said, "Go on kid, give your mom a taste."  She was over in a shot, and he pulled out and let her get her mouth around him and then exploded on her tongue.  She was kind enough to kiss me and pass me some.

"Wow," said Liam again.  "I don't mind watching you and my mom at all."

"See, it can be fun to watch," his mom grinned.  So we let him watch for a while as I went down on her.

Then as she was gasping, I looked up at him and said, "You should be doing this.  Practice practice practice."

"Get over here, Liam.  Make Mommy cum with your tongue."  She was practically begging him.

I had to leave.  It was getting late in the day and I had work.  I left them on the living room floor, once again wrapped in each other, his hips thrusting slowly in and out.

Kate keeps thanking me.  I should be thanking her, but whatever.  She wants me to come back.  She said she wants to truly share her son with me.  And I'm totally down with that.  I just need to get some time off to do it.

Guess Who Got Picked Up

So a nice lesbian couple picked me up last night.  I'm not going to tease.  I won't introduce a lot of back story.

Okay, yes I will.  I was working overnight, as I do now because life is difficult, and toward the end of my shift a couple of cute girls came in to shop.  They needed help finding something and we got to talking, and I noticed they were being, shall we say, more affectionate toward each other than our normal couple of girls usually are.  I'm not saying they were making out; they were just holding hands and looking at one another in a way which suggested more than friendship.

We talked and I worked in a, "So, are you two a couple?" after a suitable interval to get the social barometer.  Didn't hurt that one of them had a rainbow flag shirt on and I could comment on that and how awesome that is.  Pride in our town was a week or so ago, so that made a perfect intro.  They were pretty straight about it and said yes, they were.  I was suitably encouraging.  I wasn't looking for anything, just three gals of a queerer persuasion being able to talk about it.  This town... not super gay-friendly.  Not openly antagonistic, as evidenced by the fact that we have a Pride Parade, but being out is more difficult than in other places.

But I just thought it was great that they were together and living in this town and so forth.  Well, they don't live in this town, but near enough.  They weren't visiting from Gayvania or anything.  I told them about Sveta, said I was happily bi but in a long-term relationship with her, etc.  We were fast friends.

They need names and descriptions (apologies, by the way, if I ever use pseudonyms I've already used at some point in the past and it gets confusing; I haven't read through my own archive and a lot of the older stuff I don't even remember writing some days).  Jax and Poppy, let's call them.  Both around my age, maybe a bit younger.

Jax is perky, short, dirty blonde but with her hair tinted pink and cut in a short bob.  Not a lipstick lesbian at all, but not really butch.  She was wearing a t-shirt (the rainbow flag) and a pair of jean shorts which definitely drew my eye to her ass when I first saw them.  Skinny as a rail but with curves nonetheless.

Poppy seemed to wear the pants in the relationship even though she is more stereotypically feminine and was wearing a dress.  Probably the older of the two.  More laconic, but she has a dry wit which made me laugh several times.  Plus-size, whatever the fuck that means any more, which in this case means she probably can't shop in the Juniors section.  Brown hair, long and in a braid down her back.  Shorter than me (who isn't, really) but tall for a woman.

Anyway, Jax asked me when I got off work and I told them, and they said they were still shopping and would catch up with me after I clocked out so I wouldn't get in trouble.  Which I likely wouldn't have, since they're customers and excellent customer service is my business, am I right, my fellow retail peons?  But I did have things to finish before I left, so I said sure, that would be great.  And it was nice getting to talk to them.  I have fewer queer friends than I'd like and most of those are gay men because of my theatrical connections.  I can talk queer stuff with a gay guy, but it's not the same as getting to chat with lesbians.  Plus, they were fun to talk to.

I finished work and they were still shopping, so I told them I would become a civilian and join them.  Ditched my uniform, came back in the store, and we continued walking the aisles and shopping and talking.  They checked out and I figured okay, I'll head home now, a little late but no biggie.  But then they invited me to go back to their place to have some refreshments and keep hanging out.  I admit, part of me really just wanted to go home and go to sleep, and that should tell you all you need to know about either my state of mind or the fact that I really didn't expect to be propositioned in any way.  It was definitely framed as going back to hang out and keep talking.  But I was enjoying their company and hey, I usually don't go to sleep right when I get home, so I said sure.

I followed them back to their house in the boonies, a few miles out of town.  They've got a nice place.  Made me feel envious.  I helped them unload the car, we sat down on the couch, they offered me a drink and a snack, and we just kept talking.  Honestly, I think they were happy to meet another queer person (of any stripe; I don't want to coopt that term at all and as a bisexual I'm usually more supportive of homosexuals than actively experiencing their struggles) to talk with too.

We didn't get drunk, although I think Jax got a little tipsy.  The conversation turned from general to sex.  I'm unabashed, and it was pleasant to speak to two similarly unabashed people, so once we all realized we weren't shy about talking about sex, we delved into the nitty gritty.  I haven't been so open about sex in conversation with friends in a long time.  It reminded me of the way Gwen and I used to talk (Gwen was my college roommate, for those who don't remember, and she's got her own tag over there so feel free to look her up).

And then, I suppose naturally, Jax said, "So, you wanna fuck?"

I admit, I hadn't really been expecting it.  I mean, I can't say I was surprised, necessarily, not with the conversation as dirty as it had gotten, but I also hadn't really sensed a desire up to that point.  I said, "Okay.  Was that the plan all along?"

"Hell no," said Jax, laughing.  "But I mean, we never meet anyone."

"This town... not a place to go trolling for lesbos," Poppy said.

"I hear you," I said, laughing too.  "Do you guys do this often?"

"Once or twice since we've been together," Poppy said.  "Usually on vacations or something, where we can get some action."

"Honestly, meeting you in a store?  What the fuck?" Jax said.

"I certainly wasn't expecting it," I said, laughing.

"So you're good with it?" Jax asked.

"Hell yeah I'm good with it.  You guys are great.  I can't wait to get to taste you," I said enthusiastically.

Poppy just grinned and pulled her skirt over her head.  Nice big tits, definitely the type that a tit man would enjoy.  I'm agnostic, so I was perfectly happy with them.  Poppy has hips on her, but I'm okay with that too.  Jax came over and kissed me, without any shyness at all, her hands running quickly down my back and gripping my ass.

I broke away for a moment and lifted Jax's shirt.  Nice perky breasts, with tan lines.  I had noticed she wasn't wearing a bra and had filed that thought away until now.  Tiny little nipples, pink almost to the point of being red.  She had a tattoo of Ursa Major on her ribcage under the left breast.  I kissed my way down to that and then attached myself to those tiny nipples.  While I was doing that I slid my hand down into her shorts and under the panties and cupped her ass.  Surprisingly soft, for such a bony little thing.

Poppy came up behind me and pulled my pants down (yes, I have to wear pants to work).  "Pretty," she said, and I think it was about my panties, but maybe it was about my ass.  I'll assume panties and be humble.  They are pretty panties, blue and white striped bikinis (I love me bikini bottoms) which show off things nicely, I think.  My pants were magically gone; I wasn't really concentrating on anything but Jax's nipples.  God they were cute.

Poppy's hand was between my legs running over my pussy, then my panties vanished as well and her finger slipped into me.  "She's wet," Poppy commented to Jax.

"So am I," Jax laughed.  I took that as an invitation and helped her down to the floor, then pulled down her shorts.  Her panties were pink too.  I hoped the pussy beneath would be similarly pink.  Well, hope is perhaps the wrong word; I barely had time to think it to myself before I pulled the panties off.  She was pink all over, hair, nipples, panties, pussy.  Giant labia on her, at least proportional to her size everywhere else.  And her clit was very clear to see.  Not huge or anything, but pronounced.  A pity she's a lesbian; she could have taught a lot of men to find the clitoris.  Maybe it was arousal, but it was swollen.

I wish I could say the taste was wonderful.  She tasted a little stale.  But then I get to sample the sweetest pussy in the world almost daily (Sveta reads this, but I'm not saying that because she'll read it; she has the sweetest damn pussy in the world), so I'm spoiled.  It wasn't unpleasant, just a little stale.  After my day at work without a shower, I imagine my own parts probably tasted a little sweaty, so I wasn't complaining.

Jax was wet too, just as she'd said.  I easily got two fingers inside her and lapped away at her clit and labia while fingering her.  Rather than being too sensitive, she encouraged me.  Poppy had commented something about Jax not being shy about the clit earlier, so I wasn't shy either.

Poppy, for her part, was finger fucking me hard.  I had to break off and ask her to be gentler.  I took that as a sign of what I should do to Jax though, and pretty soon I was rubbing the roof of Jax's pussy with three fingers as hard as I could while practically biting her clit off.  "Shit, I'm cumming," she grunted, like she was surprised, and then her muscles clamped down on my fingers so hard I almost lost circulation.  "Motherfuck, yes, keep fucking ramming me," she gasped.

Poppy had by this point replaced her fingers with her mouth and I felt her rimming me.  It's not something I get a lot of, and I enjoyed the hell out of it.  When she stuck a finger in my ass (like I said, we had basically talked enough that we knew boundaries weren't going to be broken) I clenched and almost came, but those damned pains brought me out of it again.  Still, it was very pleasant.

I wasn't going to leave Jax alone though, and I took her clit in my mouth and sucked it, hard, while flicking it with my tongue.  At the same time, my juicy fingers slid down from pussy to ass and pressed in with no trouble, and she grunted, "Jesus Christ, fuck," and came again.  I pressed my thumb into her cunt while it spasmed and squeezed the lower wall between pussy and asshole and she was moaning like crazy.

Having rocked Jax's world, I came up for air to get my first good look at Poppy naked.  Her breasts drooped a little out of the bra, but like I said, I go for all kinds, and they felt just fine in my hands and then in my mouth.  Her nipples are bigger but, shockingly perhaps, just as pink as Jax's.  They were already hard but got stiff enough to cut glass as I sucked them.  I heard Jax saying, "She's good, huh?"  And then I felt her little tongue caressing my pussy, running all over it.

Poppy lay back to let me have access to her pussy, and damn if she didn't have a nice one.  Trimmed pubes unlike Jax's waxed-bare pussy, a little coarse but they didn't get in my way.  And she tasted much nicer.  A deep note of musk, a little coppery, just a hint of pussy sweetness.  Like a fine wine, I suppose, if I went in for wine.  A much more compact package, neat little opening, tannish labia and the hint of a clitoral bulge which I was gentle with at first until it swelled up slightly and she was enjoying herself.  I used my thumb to apply pressure to her ass without penetration until she said, "Go on, stick it in there," and then I was basically giving her the reverse of what I had given Jax a few minutes before.

Poppy, for all her terseness of speech, is extremely vocal while being fucked.  She could provide a soundtrack to a porno with all the, "Oh fuck yes," that she was doing.  Jax, meanwhile, was driving me crazy.  She had pulled my hips down over her face and was lapping away at my clit while slowly curling two fingers up into my pussy walls.  It was intense but not hard.  I think she has more experience, although maybe she's just really good, because it wasn't what seemed to get Poppy off at all.  Or maybe Poppy's just easy to please.  I wasn't going to complain.

I did finally cum, a very small O which is usually all I get these days.  They knew about my medical stuff (we had talked about it at length, actually, and they were quite sympathetic) so when I gasped that I was cumming, Jax almost stopped until I begged her to finish me up.

And all this time, even though Poppy was definitely enjoying herself, she hadn't cum.  Which made it a personal challenge, because while she was not a quick climax, it could be done and I would do it.  What finally did it was running the length of my tongue, tip to base, over the top of her pussy while curling my fingers up against her.  She was moaning and screaming the whole time, and when she finally came she wrapped her legs around my head and almost pulled me in.  After it was over, she gently pushed me away.

"You know, if you really want to drive her crazy, I'll grab her favorite toy," Jax said, sitting beside us.

"Jax, I'm spent," Poppy panted.

"Come on, you shit.  You know you want Lexi to fuck you with it."

"I don't think..."

"Just lie back and enjoy it," Jax insisted.  And she brought out a strapon with a huge studded dildo on it.  "She'll be begging for more in a minute," Jax grinned, handing it to me.

So I strapped in and then Jax, grinning, started giving head to the dildo.  It was fun to watch.  After a minute, she popped up and said, "Okay, go to it."

I guided that dil into Poppy, who immediately started moaning and gasping like she'd never stopped.  Jax had her fingers diddling Poppy's clit while I started slow, working my way in, and then when Jax reached around to pull my hips in I moved faster.  "I want to feel this next," I said with a grin.  "I mean, if she's loving it this much..."

"Want a buttplug while you wait?" asked Jax, like it was the most normal thing in the world to ask.

"Shit yeah."  Jax laughed at that and brought out a medium-sized plug.

"This one is my favorite," she said, then she deepthroated it with a shit-eating grin (I guess that might be slightly literal) and proceeded to pop it into my ass.  It wasn't the biggest one I've ever had, but it was nicely sized and filled me up pleasantly.  And then she started to move it in and out a little while I went back to fucking Poppy.

Poppy came again, seemingly harder this time, and wrapped her legs around my hips and pulled me down until all I could do was grind.  Then she released me and lay back looking very satisfied but also a little out of it.  "Stay right there," said Jax, giving my ass a slap and giggling.  She pulled the straps off me and before I knew it was fucking me from behind.  The dildo felt huge, especially with the plug in the other hole, and Jax wasn't gentle, but I didn't really mind at this point.  Pain and pleasure kind of swam together.

After a while, I couldn't take much more and I did something I'm not proud of, but which I could get away with.  I faked an orgasm.  Yes.  I'm a bad person.  I do feel guilty about it, but I wanted Jax to feel good about her performance, and in other circumstances I would have cum multiple times, so I faked it a little.

And then I sat back, playing idly with myself, while Poppy took control of Jax.  That's the only way I can describe it.  I had thought I did a good job.  Poppy knew Jax like the back of her hand.  Jax was cumming almost immediately after Poppy started in on her.  Poppy had produced a vibe and had that inside Jax, hard, and was going after her clit like a monster.  Poppy got her other hand involved, with three fingers up Jax's ass, practically fisting her it was so hard.  And Jax came and came.  I was suitably humbled.

They practically begged me to stay, but I had to work the next night too and really needed to grab what sleep I could, so we called it a day.  But they said they would come back and abduct me from work if necessary if I didn't visit again, and possibly bring Sveta with me, and I think they meant it.  They were talking taking a vacation together, all four of us, to some places they know where the getting is good, trying to get another few gals together and having a proper lesbian orgy.  And while I'm not sure that will ever actually happen, I'm definitely going to visit them again.  It was too much fun.  I haven't had that much fun in a while.  Sex has, recently, had too much baggage involved, and this was totally baggage free.  And I definitely want to bring Sveta along, because I think she'll love it too.

News I Can't Decide Whether I'm Happy About

So Kate and Roger are getting a divorce.

I can't decide whether I'm happy or not.

I mean, yes I'm happy for her because she's told me everything that's going on and the marriage was utter shit.  And I don't like Roger.  Never really have, and as I've gotten to know him more and more I've liked him less and less.

Apparently they haven't had sex in months.  He insults her.  He refuses to try to save the marriage.  She tried really hard, but basically at the end he told her that he wasn't attracted to her any more and he wanted a divorce because he couldn't stand being with her.

So it's his fault, completely.  Which means he's going to pay.  Which I'm happy about, because if he's being a giant dick then he deserves what he gets.  Apparently he feels that he could get younger, cuter women to fuck him and doesn't want to be tied down.  I guess some of the open marriage stuff was her attempt to give him what he wanted, but he doesn't want her in the picture.

He moved out a few weeks ago, and the divorce will be final pretty soon.

I feel sorry for her, not because of the divorce but because of the situation.  I feel really sorry for Liam and Kevin.

I also feel a little responsible.  I probably shouldn't.  I also feel guilty because I could probably have been there more for her, but I've been so busy.  I could have been there more for her as a friend, but also as a lover, because she's definitely like me in that if she goes for too long without sex it's rough.  And I haven't been over there for that in ages.  And part of me thinks that, had I continued to be there sexually, maybe Roger might have been satisfied with it.  But that part is a stupid bitch, because the marriage wasn't worth saving.

I do feel bad for Liam and Kevin though.  It's rough on them, and Roger has been a dick to them too, basically saying she can have custody of them because he thinks they'll cramp his style.  Seriously.

So Kate wants to see me more often, to help her through it.  She wants help in plenty of ways.  I'll do what I can.  At least I won't have to deal with Roger any more.  Fuck that guy.  If he thinks he's going to go out and score pussy the grade he's been getting from Kate, let alone from anyone else Kate has introduced, then he's crazy, because he's shit in the sack and has the charisma of a dead slug.

Backstage Shenanigans When I Needed Them Most

So, because I'm an idiot, I agreed to do a little technical work on top of my job, which means no sleep for me.  But it's been nice to be back someplace I feel like I marginally belong.

But you're not here for that sort of thing.

So (she says again, starting over) being in the fly loft (which is a place above the stage where all the curtains are controlled, for those who aren't privy to theatrical parlance) means I get to see all kinds of fun things sometimes.  I'm professional.  I don't distract myself.  But if I'm doing a show which has a lot of down time, I can look down into the wings (the areas to the side of the stage) and see the backstage drama.

I've done shows where I've gotten to see, albeit from above, some very good looking people changing costumes.  And this show is no exception.  The lead is this cute girl, 20s, who has a very nice figure although she's got definite birthing hips.  But adorable.

And I also get to see backstage action which gives me insight into the show romances.  And again, this show is no exception.  The lead, let's call her Aria, and one of the other actors, let's call him Eric, have a thing goin' on.  It's pretty obvious.  They're always thick as thieves, and they may think they're being discreet but they aren't.  It's common knowledge.  But I didn't know just how serious it was until a few nights ago.

I was still up in the loft because there are 8 million children in this show and I can't deal with crowds of noisy kids.  The show was over, everyone seemingly had gone home, and I was preparing to do so myself, but had been sitting in the loft reading and waiting for the smoke to clear.  I was just about to come down the ladder when I heard the door open and heard voices.  Now, one thing that being in the theatre will teach you is to be able to hear low voices in an abandoned stage.  I recognized the voices as Aria and Eric, and decided I would just let them pass through on their way to the dressing room or whatever and then come down, because frankly I wasn't feeling like interacting with them.  Nice kids, but I wasn't really in the mood.

But then I heard her say, "I can't wait.  I want you right now."  Uh bwah?!

I looked over into the wing and she was there, in a ball gown costume from the show, they were making out pretty vigorously.  What's this?  A chance to be a peeping pervert?  Okay then.

I've always loved gowns.  I don't own any, shockingly, but I know where I can get them if I need them.  But one of the best ways to use a gown is to hike it up, and that's what she was doing.  She turned around and pulled up the back skirt and there were those healthy birthing hips.  Yummy.

He obviously thought so too, because he grabbed them, then pulled down her tights and panties.  She tried to object but he was already behind her with his face pressed into her ass.  Pretty sure he was going after her pussy, not rimming her.  The angle seemed lower.  Also, frankly, he didn't seem the type.  He's younger than she is, I'm almost positive, fresh-faced and cute himself.  But who knows?

She was standing there, leaning forward, no longer objecting, as he went to town on her for a few moments.  Then he got back up, unzipped his pants, and I could see a respectable cock for a few moments before he got behind her and pressed home, and they were fucking in the wings.

Shocked?  Not really.  I've done it before.  But I was a little shocked that they were doing it.  It seemed pretty risky.  After all, there were still some people in the building.  But the couple were in a place where they figured they couldn't be seen, and they kept it quiet.

It was sexy as hell.  Just raw and urgent.  He pulled the top of the gown down a little and supported her upper body with his hands on her tits, and she leaned forward and took him from behind like she was dying for it, which I guess she was.

And by god, desperate or not, he had stamina.  I don't know exactly how long they were fucking like that, but it had to have been five minutes at least.  Then he pulled back, letting her skirts drop over that delectable and well-fucked ass of hers,  and I got to see cock again.  Not shabby at all, even from a distance.  I was wet, and my hand was in my jeans doing a bit of rubbing.

Then, although I expected a climax to the show, so to speak, they shifted a little, she said softly, "Lie down," and he got on his back on the stage floor.  She hiked up her skirts again, although I couldn't see everything as nicely from the angle I was at, pulled her tights off one leg, and straddled him.  And they kept fucking, her on top, the gown draped over their middles but obviously obscuring his cock thrusting up into her cunt.  I don't know if she came, but she was enjoying herself, trying to keep quiet but gasping and low moans.

He got her top down completely and I got to see her breasts in profile, which was not something I was complaining about.  She rode him hard, not a lot of bouncing but with much gyration, and he hand his hands on her tits working away.  And thus it was for another few minutes.  Stamina, like I said.  If your quickies last this long, they stop being quickies.  But I wasn't complaining at all.

Finally he muttered, "I'm close," and she climbed off him with a bit of effort, then went down for the money shot.  But boy did she have to work for it.  She must have sucked him off for another minute at least, which, if that's "close" means she must be a very happy lady.  It was too far to see everything, but when he came in her mouth she swallowed, good girl, and gave him a little more attention to make sure no mess was made, then they adjusted themselves, kissed a bit more, and he said, "Okay, now you've got to wait until we get back."  And they went off together.  To one or the other of their places.  For what I can only imagine would be mind-blowing sex continued.  Lucky bastards.

Anyway, not really about me, but it was a fun thing to watch.  And now I can't help fantasizing about her every time I see her in that gown.

Call Me Daddy

Matthew wrote me asking a question I don't think I've ever been asked before, let alone covered in the blog.  So congratulations to Matthew for a NFAQ (Non-Frequently-Asked Question).

"Many girls enjoy a daddy/daughter dynamic with older men who are NOT their actual dads.  (And many men—this reader included—enjoy the inverse.)  I wonder if your experiences with your real dad has made it —well, weird—to call another man 'daddy' in the sack.  Or maybe it was never your thing to begin with (apart from the real deal).  Now that I think about it, I don’t recall many stories of you with older non-related men.  Hmm . . . Anyway, I was wondering if you ever got the request to play this out and, if so, your reaction was something like, 'Senator, you are decidedly NOT my daddy.'"

I have told a few stories about older men, and many stories of mine were with older men but the age gap didn't make it in for whatever reason.  I'm totally down with older men.  Don't mind 'em younger at all, but totally down with older men.  I think, if I had to give statistics, in balance my relations with men older than me would be a fairly large majority, with men being old enough to be, if not my dad, at least older enough that it would be a thing, being a decent portion of that.  I don't always talk about it not because I don't like it but because frequently it didn't matter much to the story.

I totally get off on being with an older man, old enough to be my dad.  Part of that is because I'm a freak, I guess, but part of it is that I love the daddy/daughter vibe, even when it isn't my dad.  And I will call a guy "daddy" in the sack if he wants me to.  I don't usually do it without asking because it's not always what people want or expect, plus while I get off on it I don't need to do it to get off.  But if the dynamic is skewing that way, I will scream "Daddy!" at the top of my lungs.

It's not weird for a few reasons.  Firstly, there are plenty of things that my Dad won't do, so if I'm doing that with another man, I'm totally fine with calling him Daddy because I would love to do it with my actual Dad but am unable, so it's like surrogacy.  It also doesn't have to be an older man.  I've called Mike, "Daddy" a few times, although some of those were when we were doing impregnation play and I wasn't so much calling him my daddy as I was calling him our baby's daddy.  Yes, I'm fucked up.  What're you gonna do?

Second, calling someone "Daddy" doesn't make them my father any more than fucking him.  Sex with people I love isn't special because it's sex, it's special because there's love there.  The sex is great, but it's all just icing on the cake of love.  So if I call someone "Daddy" I'm not saying they are my father or in any way a replacement for him.  It's just part of the sexy times.

Thirdly, Dad and I frequently call each other "Daddy" and "daughter" during sex for reasons other than familial love.  We both get off on it from a purely sexual standpoint.  I know Mom would like for all the family sex to be pure, I think, but Dad and I get nasty sometimes, and if, "Oh Daddy, fill your daughter's little cunny with your hot daddy spunk!" is what is getting us off that evening, that's got nothing to do with him being my father.  It's play.  We baby talk too while having sex.  I think I've said it before, but I believe that Dad would have liked to have taken his daughters' virginity sooner, given the chance.  He likes them young.  I know, it's sick and wrong and terrible and all that.  But sometimes nothing gets him hard like me cooing in his ear while stroking his cock about how, "Widdle baby daughter is gonna be spwit wide open by Daddy's big peepee."

So, with all that, absolutely will I call a man "Daddy" in the sack.  Sometimes it's just that, but sometimes it's full-on roleplay, where he calls me daughter too.  I have no problem with it, and it turns me on.

I have had a few instances where it came from his side; he started telling me to call him daddy or calling himself daddy.  Only once have I felt a bit squicked by that, and I was already feeling a bit squicked by the whole thing, so a little more wasn't going to matter.  That one was the father of a friend.

It was in college.  We were staying at her parents' house for a weekend or something, and she was a much earlier riser than I was, so I was just getting into the shower and thought that everyone was out.  But he came in, didn't say anything at first.  I figured, "Okay, so I guess in this family you can come into the bathroom when someone's in the shower, no biggie."  That was certainly the rule in my house.  He pissed, but he didn't leave.  Finally, he said, "Hey, Lexi, hope you don't mind," like there was anything I could do about it at this point.

"No, it's fine."

"I figured you wouldn't."  I wasn't sure what he meant by that.  "You college girls are probably used to sharing bathrooms with people all the time."

Okay.  "Yeah, I guess."

"Is your bathroom coed?"

He had to have known it was.

"Ever shower with someone else?"

"Yeah, I guess."  It was a little creepy, but he was just saying all of it in such a matter-of-fact tone, like he was just making conversation.

"Bet it isn't as nice a shower as where you are now."

"No, it's pretty tiny."

"Mind if I join you?"

I mean, I could have said, "No thanks," and left it at that.  But hell, what the fuck?  "Sure, why not."

I saw his silhouette through the curtain.  He had only been wearing shorts.  He dropped them and pulled back the curtain a little.  He wasn't bad to look at, reminded me a little of my dad, truth be told.  "Mr. Klein..."

"Call me Nick."

"Okay, Nick.  Um... what's going on?"

"Everyone else is out.  I figured you might like some company."

"What else?"

"Well, daddy's little girl could get daddy all cleaned up."  And just like that he busted out the daddy talk.  Again, I didn't feel threatened at all.  He wasn't touching me at all.  His tone was totally friendly.

"Okay daddy."  In for a penny, in for a pound.  I grabbed the soap.

"Daddy slept late, just like his little girl."  I was soaping him up and he put his hands on my hips and held them there, not gripping, just touching.

"Does Daddy want me to clean up his thingee?"

"Oh yes, baby, that would be wonderful."  So I started soaping his cock up, but after a few seconds, with him as hard as he was, juices were flowing on my end too.  I rinsed him off and started sucking.  He had a nice cock, graying pubes which were matted down by the water.  He was groaning like nobody's business from the word go.  When I stuffed his head down my throat, he gasped and pulled back a little, then unloaded a giant amount into my mouth.  Good girls swallow, so I did, and I wondered if that was that.

"Now let me get my baby rinsed off and Daddy's going to take his little girl to bed and make her a woman," he said.  Okay, sex was on then.

We retired to the master bedroom, where despite being on a hair trigger the first time, he left me completely satisfied by number two.  He kept calling me his little girl and when I got into it and started moaning "Daddy, daddy," over and over, things got really hot and heavy.  Not that cock in vag isn't hot and heavy, but hot and heavy enough that we went through several positions, then I said to him, "Daddy, stick your peepee in your little girl's little butt."

He pressed in and said, "Naughty naughty, wanting Daddy's big cock in your little asshole," and spanked me, which I'm not always into but totally was that day.  Then he came in my ass from behind, groaning, "Here it comes baby girl!"

I wanted more, but he seemed to totally switch off whatever it had been and said that my friend and her mother would be back soon, which was when I started thinking again and realized what I was doing.  "Um... Nick, what's going on?" I asked again, more seriously.

And he told me that he knew just the sort of women who went to my college and were friends with his daughter.  Which, I suppose, might be true, but he was still taking a huge risk.  Still, I wasn't going to say anything if he didn't.

That weekend was interesting.  I didn't feel guilty, exactly, but I felt like someone must have known something.  No one said a word.  And after the early risers went to bed, Nick and I stayed up and talked.  He told me he really wanted to fuck his daughter but could never bring himself to do it, but that he'd had flings with several of her friends.  I'm pretty sure he wasn't lying when he said I was the best, although that might have been because he whispered it to me as I was bobbing my ass up and down on his lap, his cock going in and out deliciously.

He wanted to know if I had done anything with her.  I told him I would if she'd been interested, but nothing had happened as yet.  As it turned out, nothing ever did; she was cute and I would happily have fucked her brains out, but we just stayed friends, and I didn't go after her at all because it wasn't like I needed to.

Nick and I had two more trysts before I left, one after everyone else was asleep, quietly, and one when my friend and her mother were out again and Nick could go back to being my daddy.  After the first time, I didn't give a damn, and since we didn't need to pussyfoot around, we spent all the available time fucking each other silly and roleplaying to the point where he called me his daughter's name and I didn't give a damn.

I don't know what happened to the marriage, or the family.  Maybe one day he got up his courage and broached the subject with his daughter.  Or maybe he just kept on having illicit flings with younger girls who reminded him of her.  Either way, probably not for the best, and I'm not totally proud of myself, but it was hot as hell and regrets are a luxury.

Anyway, hope that story and answer worked for you.  If you've got other questions, let me know via the usual channels.

School Days, Fool Days

Yes, I'm now stealing my blog titles from Squidbillies.

Peter writes, in a follow-up to the last post:

"What happened at school the next day?

...

I just wondered what your reputation/treatment was like at your school following your adventures."

It's  fair question to ask about many of my escapades, but after party promiscuity in high school in particular.

The thing was, I was not the popular girl in school.  I wasn't Catholic, which meant that pretty much everyone thought I must be worshiping Satan (this is true: I had a classmate ask me whether I worshiped Satan once because I wasn't Catholic).  I was a Jezebel even if I was demure and white as driven snow.

But it was complicated.  It pissed some people off.  The truly religious types who heard about it had usually already written me off, so it was just one more thing to add to the list.  But I was hardly the only girl in school who was a slut (and I use that term advisedly).  There were plenty of popular girls who were giving it away; the difference was that they were serial monogamists, rather than joyfully unfettered.  Quite a few poophole-loophole girls.  But also plenty of girls who would get drunk at parties (and they went to way, way more parties than I did) and wind up fucking the guy who would become their next "steady" at least until the next one came along.

It made me less popular among the girls, as a whole.  Some didn't care, and those were usually the people I hung around with.  But the popular, bitchy girls would try to slut-shame me a little, until it became apparent that I didn't give a damn and that I didn't really want to be part of their cliques anyway.  Which meant that they were just giving me free advertising.  I stole several guys from popular girls, but they didn't like me anyway.

It made me more popular with guys.  Yes, it's not the kind of popularity I should have been courting, and I wasn't really.  Because again, by the time I hit high school, I didn't give a shit about popularity.  I had friends, I had a few people who didn't like me, and most people just left me alone, which is what I wanted anyway.  But it did mean that I got propositioned more frequently.  Which, had I not been interested in being propositioned, would have been bad, but since I was, it was just fine.

I also don't want to sound like I would fuck anything on two legs.  Not at all.  I turned down plenty of guys.  It got me into trouble a few times, like if a guy came up to me and said, "Hey, I heard you let so and so fuck you in the ass on the last field trip; wanna let me stick it up your butt?"

"Not really."

"What, bitch, too good for me?"

And on from there.  Chances were good that I hadn't let so and so fuck me in the ass on the last field trip anyway (rumor becomes legend awfully quickly).  But some guys don't take no for an answer.  Fortunately I had support from friends and managed to make it out of high school without being actually raped, although I was certainly close a few times.  And there were a few times which might be considered rape, except I basically just took one for the team of not having to deal with this asshole any more.  Again, I'm not saying it was right or that anyone else should learn from my example here or otherwise.  But I view sex differently than a lot of people, I know, so to me, saying, "Fine, let's do this," even when I really didn't want to is more along the lines of not getting to pick which pizza topping we get and having to settle on pineapple.  I don't mean that to diminish rape in any way, but certainly at the time that's how I felt and it never really bothered me to throw what was basically a pity fuck their way, since they obviously weren't going to get it anywhere else.

Basically, it didn't affect me as much as it might because I didn't really care whether people thought I was a slut.  And being a slut wasn't keeping me from joining the country club because I didn't want to.  If that makes sense.

Looking back on it now, I would like to say that I would have done things differently.  It wasn't wise, from the standpoint of not being raped or not getting a terrible reputation.  And remember, I'm telling these stories about a fairly long stretch of time which, compressed, makes it seem like I was fucking every guy in school every day before lunch, when in fact I was still getting the vast majority of my lovin' at home.  Or outside of school.  Realistically, I might not even have been the sluttiest girl in school, just maybe less careful in hiding it or less caring that people knew.

But let's face it: I probably would have done the same thing, given what I know now.  I got to have plenty of good experiences, and a few bad, and that's life, right?

Of course, once I got to college it was totally different.  I went to a college which was about as far from Catholic school as you can get, and I was in no way the sluttiest girl there, probably by a long shot.  And no one really cared.  It was very liberating, in a way, because even if I had always felt that way, being around others who did was refreshing.  Walking in on people fucking in certain parts of the campus was no big deal at all.  Hooking up at a party was almost expected.  Not being monogamous, for both men and women, straight and gay, was perfectly fine.  No one really judged.  At the same time, there were plenty of people who didn't do that, and they didn't judge either, which was also nice.

Anyway, that's sort of a roundabout way of talking about it.  To answer the specific question, after that particular event as detailed in the last post when I fucked several guys at a party, I became slightly more popular with the group they were part of, "dated" one of that group (although strangely none of the guys with whom I had been that evening) for a little while, broke up the couple who barged in after (because of course I did) and really just kept on keeping on.  There was plenty going on at that party.  I'm pretty sure two drunk girls made out, which was the talk of the town the next day, showing you just how strange priorities were.  Four guys were fucking me at once, but two drunk chicks kissing was the headline.

Bang the Gong, Get It On

Okay, so we covered all the various permutations of threesomes at least cursorily, let's dive into my favorite sorts of action: the group that contains more than three people.

First off, I don't believe that a gangbang is really a gangbang unless it involves more than two guys.  I know, porn would sometimes have us believe that a gangbang is just two guys taking turns, but come on, that's just a MMF threesome with no DP.  I don't call it an orgy if it only involves four people, either.  I've got nothing against things that aren't gangbangs or orgies, but why devalue the terms.

I've told the story of my birthday gangbang, and frankly I've never had anything which was close to that as far as gangbangs were concerned.  After that many guys only concentrating on you, anything else is going to be small potatoes.  So I don't actively seek three-guy gangbangs, even if I'm happy to have three guys to myself.

I could split hairs.  A gangbang, for me, is one where there's one gal who's the center of the action.  I know that in many gangbang situations, there are other women to help out, but someone has to be the star of the show.  Also, a gangbang should, at its best, be somewhat serial in nature.  If there are only three guys, I can take care of all of them at once if necessary.  I'd like my gangbangs to involve too many guys to handle at once.  The traditionalist in me is even satisfied with one at a time in a line.  Sure, DP is great and sucking a cock while being fucked is great, but I can get that out of other things.  Part of the allure of a gangbang, for me, is that I'm being used by the line at the DMV.  I know many people don't feel that way, and that's totally fine.  And again, my opportunities for gangbangs of any kind have been limited.

I have some experience with three guys.  Sheri and I have been able to scrounge up three guys willing to fuck one or the other of us on a few occasions.  But it's not totally fair to the gal who isn't the center of attention, so on at least some of those occasions, it's wound up just being a general melee and that's totally fine.

When I was in high school, I got as close to organizing my own gangbang as I think I ever have.  Team spirit helps.  My high school didn't have a football team, so that cliche is out, but we had a basketball team and they had a JV squad.  I wasn't a cheerleader; the varsity guys got those.  Frankly, I was more in the league of the chess club.  I know, I seem like I should be Miss Popularity, but I wasn't.  Still, at a party I managed to talk four of the JV-est JVs into going to a quiet room and letting me suck their cocks.  Four is too many cocks for me to handle at once with my mouth, particularly if they're not interested in bumping together.

They were kind of drunk, so they weren't too self-conscious about pulling it out in front of their friends, plus I guess you see that kind of thing in the locker room.  But after a few minutes of round robin on the cock sucking, I said, "Hey, there's a bed; why don't one of you fuck me while I keep going with the other three?"  So the biggest man on campus in the group sat down and I pulled off my panties, let him clumsily paw at my ass for a few moments while pushing up my skirt, then sank down onto him.

He was all like, "Bro, she's so fucking wet right now," and they were all like, "Dude, I want to hit that too."  Or some such nonsense.  "Shit, I'm going to go off in a minute," he gasped right as I was just beginning to feel tingles.  So I hopped off, waggled my ass, gave it a smack, and bent over to suck him off, letting them fight over who was next.  The BMOC nutted in my mouth and I was being railed by another one, bigger and thicker, which made me cum, which made him pull out abruptly and pull my head over to take the shot, which pulled me out of my orgasm, which sucked.  But I just smiled, swallowed, then pulled off my shirt, lay back on the bed, and started fingering myself until one of the others got the hint and mounted me.

He lasted the longest, giving me a nice orgasm without breaking stride, though he did get all big-headed when he could tell he was making me cum.  I think there were high-fives.  He pulled out and the last guy popped in while he stuck his cock in my mouth to get finished off.  I don't know what the last guy was doing because I barely felt anything before he was out and wanting to cum in my mouth too.

And that was that.  They were pleased with themselves and went to go get another drink.  I was pleased with myself and lay there for a while stroking my pussy and wishing they had cum inside me.

And then a random guy and girl, both drunk, stumbled in on my nudity.  He said, "Oh shit, she's in here jerking off," and his girl started drunkenly laughing and saying I was a slut, but then she saw that he was just staring and started getting pissed at him.  He tried not to look, but come on.  The most he was likely to have gotten was a sloppy blowjob, and here was this girl lying on the bed, legs spread, looking well-fucked, who was playing with herself and didn't seem to give a damn what they were doing.  She stormed off.  He looked like he was torn.  I just said, "Room for one more," and licked my fingers, and he was inside me quicker than a cat up a tree.

He was too drunk to control himself, so he came inside me and then said, "Fuck, I've got to go find her," or something slurry, and stumbled off.  And I went back to playing with myself until I had a nice O, then seeing as no one else had stumbled in, I cleaned up a little, put my clothes back together, and left.

Gangbang?  Yeah, I guess so.  Enjoyable?  Sure.  Could have been better, but I really shouldn't complain.

Other than that, I've had a few foursomes with three guys in my life.  I've been triple-teamed by Mike, Uncle Sam, and Dad.  I've been in bigger groups where three guys were paying attention to me at a time.  But as far as actual gangbangs go, it's just a matter of logistics.  When I hit some milestone birthday, maybe I'll get another as a present.  But they're tough to organize.

Okay, that's all for gangbangs, unless you've got questions.  Maybe next, I'll talk about coed groups.