Going to Visit Sheri

So excited! My sister invited me to her place for New Years and I couldn't say no. She's undoubtedly going to have a blowout of a party, which isn't completely my thing, but at the same time it's Sheri, so I'm sure I'll have fun. So I probably won't post until I get back. Not that I expect anyone is waiting breathlessly by the computer for updates. If you are, you need to get a life, seriously.

Since I'm going to visit her, I thought I'd come clean about Sheri. Everyone who matters already knows about this, so I'll let you in on the secret too.

My dad didn't actually pop Sheri's cherry. It was the first time that counted, because it was the first time she was really a woman, but she had sex before that. I was too young to remember, but she was probably 5 or 6, just starting school. My brother had been born, that I know, and he was probably old enough to sort of understand what was going on, because my parents had given us all the talk. I know, the talk at that age? But they wanted us to be used to the idea of sex from an early age. They'd already given Mari the talk a few years before, but they decided that since we might walk in on them making love, they had better explain it to us now.

So Sheri started masturbating as soon as she could walk, actually. Way before the talk. She loved to play with her little pussy. And once she learned all about sex, saw Mom and Dad doing it, she realized that that was what she wanted: a good stiff fuck. I know it sounds odd for a kid that age to be interested in that kind of thing, but Sheri has always been horny.

My parents had to go to Parent Teacher Night or something, so they hired a babysitter. He was the older brother of one of the neighbor boys I later had fun with, about 16 I think. He'd watched us before, just for a few hours. I think my parents thought we'd behave better for a man, given that we were three little girls. They took my brother with them. But now that my sister understood what she wanted, she was gunning for him. After my parents left she showed up downstairs buck naked. He was a little taken aback but after all, she was just a kid and kids run around naked sometimes.

She sat down beside him and started making him uncomfortable. She asked him all kinds of questions, starting out pretty innocent and working up to completely inappropriate. And she did her best to seduce the guy. He was a virgin, going through puberty, and of course he started to get aroused in spite of himself. She wanted to touch it, and finally he let her. She stroked it and he was past the point of no return. He couldn't stop her, and she wouldn't let him even if he tried. Then she started licking it and he came all over himself and her. He was really flustered, trying to clean it up, but when he started cleaning her up too with a paper towel she just worked it.

By the time he had done his best to clean her up she was lying back and fingering herself and he had forgotten what it was he was doing. He just stared at her while she dipped her fingers into her cunny, licked them, lubed herself up with spit because at that point she was too young to produce much naturally. She could cum though, and she did while he watched. Then she got up and started kissing him. I can imagine that the whole thing was pretty silly, really, because she was just as inexperienced as he was, and all she had to go on were some things she'd seen Mom and Dad doing and some pornos. But they soldiered along. He must have been twice her size, and I love picturing the two of them in my mind.

Finally she asked him if he would stick his peepee in her, and he balked a little but couldn't say no, not at that point. His cock must have been painfully hard and he wanted release. Sheri told me later that it was hard, but his cock was still pretty small and she had loosened herself up considerably, so in the end he made it inside. God, picturing his shaft stretching her little hairless lips... I can't wait to see her. They fucked on the table because it was easier, and she lay back and let him stick it between her legs.

He didn't last very long, but when he came she orgasmed. After that she just lay there feeling satisfied, and he got worried and cleaned and tried to pretend it hadn't happened right up until when Mom and Dad came home and Sheri proudly told them that she had sex. There was a certain amount of consternation, understandably. I think Dad was madder, because he wanted to be Sheri's first. But in the end, they just sent Sheri to her room and had a talk with the neighbor boy. And they didn't hire him to babysit again. But nothing major came of it. Mom told Sheri that she had to wait, that part of being ready was being a woman and having a period, and that it wasn't fair to Dad. And Sheri listened, to a point.

Only to a point, though. She decided that if she couldn't have sex, she would do everything but. I once came home from playing outside and found her in the basement sucking off a much older man, and though he looked a little surprised, she just waved me away. I stayed to watch from a distance, and at the end, when he said he was going to cum, she lay back and let him squirt it onto her snatch. She told me later that she had lots of guys over to the house to cum on her pussy, and then she liked to take her fingers and work the cum up into herself. But it didn't count, since there was no actual sex.

I'm pretty sure, actually, that Dad knew what was going on and that he partook of Sheri's services too. I know he would have loved to be sucked off by a girl that young. And he probably made sure that Sheri had plenty of partners, because I'm pretty sure that some of his friends came over for just that reason. Sheri let me lick the cum off of her a few times too.

And then when Daddy had her real first time, she was free to fuck, and fuck she has. Which is why I'm excited to go visit, because she usually has partners to share, and I could use some good lovin'.

While Waiting For the Goose

No, we are not in fact eating Christmas goose. I am waiting for Christmas dinner, which is about as special as any other meal, although slightly more special. Like I said, we're not huge Christmas people. It's just me, Dad, and Mom at home, unfortunately.

For anyone who wondered, I'll give a run-down of the Christmas "festivities" such as they were. I was up really early because my internal clock is evil and wants to make me crazy. Sat around, watched something, looked at the Christmas tree, waited. Dad finally got up, came down, we wished each other Merry Christmas. Then while we waited for Mom, I sat on Dad's lap like a little girl and eased his cock inside me, and we just sat back and made slow, waiting-for-presents love. Mom finally showed, and we opened presents. I got DVDs, a CD, some candied ginger, but nothing particularly exciting. But then I didn't give anything particularly exciting either.

After presents we had breakfast, and after that, since Dad and I were still pretty pent up, we went back into the living room and got busy again. We both find it harder to cum with me sitting in his lap, so we stood up and he worked his way into me from behind, bent over a chair. While we were in the middle of it, the phone rang and Mom said it was Mike, calling to say Merry Christmas. She brought the phone in and he talked to Dad for a minute while Dad just kept railing me. When it was my turn I was a little breathless, and Mike laughed and asked me how the old man was doing. Then he started saying some really sexy things, all about how he wished he could be there so I could stick things in his ass and he could fuck my ass in return. I don't usually enjoy phone sex, but it made me cum.

Mike signed off because he didn't want to waste minutes and Dad and I got back to more serious business. He hiked my leg up and was thrusting sideways into me, and he had me cumming again before he went off. It was nice and deep, very satisfying. Mom cleaned him off while I scooped the cum up and ate it on top of some of my candied ginger. Very tasty.

Later, about an hour or so ago... no, wait, more than that, but later, Mom, Dad, and I were watching a movie and they started making out on the couch next to me. I moved, just to give them some space, and damn if they didn't get right to it. They spoon-fucked on the couch, and I could look over and see my dad's cock vanishing between my mom's legs. She has a beautiful pussy, my mom, pink and juicy, just a little puffy, but the lips still small and delicate. I could have gotten up and started licking it right there, it made me so horny. I had to settle for a little manual dexterity, but I wish I'd been allowed to join, because right now I'm dying for a cock. I have a dildo rammed up deep as I can get it while I'm typing, but it's just not the same.

Anyway, that's the news as of right now. Hope all your Christmas wishes came true, unless you don't celebrate Christmas, in which case I hope you get wishes for some other reason. Me, I'm celebrating a pagan ritual, possibly involving ceremonial penetration, if I can swing it.

Christmas Presents

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

I Can't Think of a Title

I should probably call this "Potpourri," or something, but I'm drained and I can't think of a title for this entry. Maybe I should just have blogged without titles like some people do. But I chose to use titles.

This isn't going to be long. I'm out of material for right now, so unless some drama develops I would imagine that Christmas will be the next time I'll have anything exciting to talk about. But who knows? Maybe something with James and Sveta. Maybe something with Kate. The possibilities are endless. Just right now they don't seem to be doing anything possibility-wise, so I'm stuck with nothing to talk about.

Actually, I can talk about a few things. First, I was thinking that I'd really like to try pissing while I was being fucked up the ass. I've seen some hentai like that, but I'd like to try it. I investigated the possibilities with a dildo earlier today, but I don't know how the positions would work. I mean, it's almost impossible to get a cock up your butt while you're sitting on his lap facing him, and sitting facing away seems like it would be hard to piss into the toilet unless it was a big one. I'd probably get pee all over his legs, and unless that was the point, I can't see it being pleasant for him.

I tried it with the dildo in my ass, sitting on the toilet and pissing, and it felt nice, but I don't see that being possible, which is too bad. Maybe a toilet you have to squat over, and then I could squat and he could come up behind me and fuck my ass from behind while I peed. That might work, but I don't know where I could find a toilet like that. So it would probably have to just be in the shower. I think standing up might be nice, but I could also do it on my knees, and if the guy was willing, maybe I could ride him and piss on his stomach. I really wish I had a partner who was into watersports in an adventurous way, like my sister would be if she were a guy. Sheri, I mean. Mike will do watersports but he's not really into them. It's more a deviation for him than a routine.

How about guys? I've never seen a gay porno where one guy was pissing and another guy was fucking his ass. It would be easier to do, since guys can pee standing up. Anyone in readerland done something like that? Or like any of this? Tell me how it went.

Second (on the list of things I can talk about) I should tell the story of how Sheri and I tried out anal fisting. She keeps telling me to tell her stories to you all, and this is one that's safe.

She was getting ready to graduate high school and we wouldn't be seeing as much of each other, and we spent most of our free time thinking up things to do with each other that we'd never done before. Actually, she spent her time thinking them up and talking me into it. And I'm pretty sure some of the stuff she'd done before but wanted me to try. Like I said, lots of stuff with Sheri. We decided that we'd try anal fisting next, because she'd seen it in pictures and really thought it looked sexy. She'd never done it before, give or receive, and I obviously was still an anal-fisting newbie, so finally she talked me into it with promises that it would feel like I was being fucked by the largest dick in the world.

I'd done some fisting of the pussy, and like I mentioned long ago I didn't dislike it, and I was going through a phase where I was really enjoying large cocks. She said she'd go first, so I could see it was no big deal. We washed out well a few times with warm water and then lubed up in the bathroom in case anything accidentally happened. Sheri had had an accident once being fucked in the ass with a monster cock, larger than I think I would have taken up my butt. The guy didn't care, but Sheri knows I don't like scat so we were careful.

It took me half an hour to work up to my fingers and I still couldn't quite get my thumb in. Sheri was moaning and gasping and cumming alternately, but every time I tried to fit the whole hand in she screamed and shook her head and I had to back off. I hope the rest of the family wasn't sitting outside the door listening, because they might have gotten the wrong idea. We would have told them, of course, because we weren't ashamed, but still, having them sitting out there thinking things would have been embarrassing.

Finally after a lot of coaxing and lube and pressure my full fist popped in, like the head of a cock only much larger, and Sheri was in tears, panting and straining. We let it sink in for a minute or two (or five, it was tough) and then she wanted me to twist it, to curl my fingers in and out, just do something. I tried to be gentle but in the end she had to ask me to pull out and she collapsed on the floor. I washed my hand, which wasn't disgusting but did have some mess on it.

Sheri claimed it was terrific, but I wasn't buying it and I told her I didn't want to do it. But Sheri can be very persuasive when she wants to be, so finally just to shut her up I think I bent over the side of the tub and let her start working.

My ass was and probably still is tighter than hers, so she had trouble getting more than three fingers in, let alone the thumb. It hurt a little, I won't lie, and although all the attention was pleasant I felt really tight and it was hard to relax. It took her a much longer time to work up to all four fingers, and we nearly ran out of lube by the time she announced that she was going to try the thumb. I couldn't stand the tightness and I shook my head, and she asked me if I had cum yet. I think she was counting on an orgasm to loosen me up.

When I gasped, "No," she stared licking the base of my pubis, then diddling my clit with her free hand and driving me crazy. It was hard to forget about her fingers in my ass but she managed to make me, and I came hard from the pressure. Once she felt the spasms hit, she jammed her whole hand in. That's the first time I ever came to a screeching halt. It was like my orgasm just died halfway through. I think I screamed. I know it hurt. A lot.

I came to a short while later feeling constipated through the haze, and then realizing that my sister's fist was squarely in my ass and clenching and gasping and trying to escape. She petted my back and shushed me, told me it would be okay. I don't think she wanted to let me go without getting an orgasm with her fist in my ass. I was panicky and panting and clenching and just miserable, but finally she calmed me down and I told her to pull out because I was going to be ill. She didn't pull out, but she did start to stroke my pussy and even though I was really unpleasantly full in my ass, I was finally able to relax and let her start fooling around a little. I could feel her knuckles inside me, spreading me wide open, and I could feel my anus clasped around her wrist like a bracelet. I wish now that I had photos.

I don't think it was that she was worse at being fisted than I was, I think it was more that she was better at giving it than I was. I let her talk me into it, keep me doing it, and so I got over the discomfort, whereas I didn't work hard enough when I was fisting her. I felt a little bad once the pleasure started building and I realized that it wasn't all bad, and when I came with her fist twisting slowly in my ass, I felt guilty.

But after she pulled out, I felt like I had just shit a brick, literally. And my ass didn't clench up again. I had no trouble shitting for the next week, and I had to be careful because I might leak a little if I wasn't. So I stopped feeling bad about not continuing with Sheri, because frankly, she didn't have any problems, at least not that I could see. Her ass was better at it than mine. I admit, I was a little jealous. But I've never wanted to be fisted in the ass again. I even keep down the size of toys that I use on my butt.

Please, give me something to talk about. I'm nice, I write back. Lexinaughtygirly(AT)gmail.com is the place to write to.

Story Time

I promised that after I finished with all the Thanksgiving stuff I would tell a few stories my sisters have been telling me, so here goes. I don't expect any drama in my own life for the next few days, but who knows, maybe you'll get lucky. Or maybe I'll just whine about my problems with relationships. Anyone's guess.

My mother has bigger breasts than mine or Mari's, although Sheri has us all beat by a good distance. I used to be jealous of her when I was growing up because it seemed like she sprouted breasts when she was still crawling, and the boys all looked at her tits. Of course, she was older than I was (well, she still is older than I am, and that's not likely to change) so they probably were just attracted to her because she was older. But she does have big tits. When she was pregnant they got even bigger. She's probably going to have some saggage issues later in life, and for that I'm not jealous.

Anyway, my mom has respectable breasts, and after 4 kids they're probably a bit larger than they used to be. I always was puzzled that I had early memories of suckling them because I figured that I wouldn't remember anything from when I was that young. But Mom's breasts have stuck with me, and apparently with the other kids too. I know my brother likes to get in there and suck them even now.

Apparently my mom lactated for a much longer time than most women. She was still giving milk from the previous baby when she got pregnant with the next one, and the kids weren't born 9 months apart or anything. And she enjoyed nursing, maybe some fetish there. So probably all the kids were nursing off and on until she finally dried up a long time after Mike was born, which is undoubtedly why I remember doing it.

But the crazy thing is that she enjoyed nursing while being fucked. It's something I could see enjoying too, frankly. I like having my nipples sucked while fucking, and I could see that nursing would be a higher level of that. In my family, making love isn't any stranger than talking about the weather, so if other mothers can nurse in public places, why couldn't my mother nurse while her husband fucked her? I imagine that she was probably nursing my sisters when she got pregnant with me, and probably nursing me when she got pregnant with Mike.

Mari remembers sitting in the living room with Mom and Dad, watching a kids show while Mom nursed me, and then at a certain point she and Dad began fooling around and then without stopping nursing me she lay back on the floor and let Dad plow her. I must admit, I wish I had pictures of that. What would be even sexier is if I had pictures of my Mom, pregnant, nursing me as a toddler and being railed by Dad. I love preggo chicks, and I bet Mom just looked so sexy plumped up like that.

I don't know how she ever weaned us, because it would seem like if she kept supplying the milk we'd keep drinking it. Maybe it was just a treat. I don't really remember. I've never asked Dad whether he partook of his wife's milk at all. Maybe he did too. Breast milk was is believed by many cultures to cure disease, protect the body, promote health, all that jazz. So that's probably why we all turned out so great. Mom's milk. I wish she'd let me suck her nipples now. I really don't understand her aversion to trying a little girl-on-girl action. But as I've said before, I respect her choice, even if it makes me horny and wound up thinking about what might be.

The Day After the Day After Thanksgiving

Almost done, I swear. But Saturday (let's see, that would have been the 24th of November) was a great day. And I miss my brother, so talking about him helps. Or maybe it just makes me miss him more. I know it makes me wound up.

So I woke up feeling great, because I was lying on top of one of my favorite guys in the whole wide world, Mike. And his cock was hard and it was jutting against my pubis. And I could feel some drying spunk oozing out of me too. It was pretty early, actually, but both Mike and I woke up at nearly exactly the same moment. We looked each other in the eye and smiled sleepily, and then he kissed me and I felt his cock jump against me. I don't know how guys fare, but I've never had a guy who could translate morning wood into actual wood without some help. If they start fucking, sometimes it's weird; they go soft right in the middle of it, and a lot of times they have to pee. I mean, that's what morning wood is, really: insurance against bed wetting.

We didn't do anything for a few minutes, just lay there and savored being warm and wrapped up in one another. And then I had to pee, and I was wondering how long I could hold it when Mike announced that he had to get up, so we both grinned and slowly, petulantly, got up together. It was colder outside the blankets, and my brother grinned and said my nipples were getting hard, and I rubbed them against him. We weren't getting any closer to the bathroom, but finally we both really had to go.

With only one toilet in the house, we were fighting over who would get to go first, and Mike suggested that we both go together. It's something we did a few times when we were kids: I sit on the toilet and Mike aims between my legs. Usually he misses a little, but hey, that's what showers are for, right? So this time he missed a lot, covered my stomach and thighs in piss. I called him a lousy shot, and then he grabbed me off the toilet and told me he would show me how good his aim was. He dragged me over to the shower and told me to kneel there, and he would hit any spot on my body I named. Well, from a few feet away it was a challenge. I had him try to hit my left nipple, and he got it after a little splatter. Then I aimed him at the other nipple, and he switched over without stopping.

I got up and bent over and told him to see how far away he could go and still hit my pussy. My ass got drenched as he tried. Then he ran out of piss. Oh well, easy come, easy go. We turned the shower on to rinse things off, but we didn't break out the soap because I got right in there and started sucking him back to hardness.

About halfway through my preliminary blowjob, there was a knock on the door and Dad barged in without waiting for a reply. I think he expected just me, but when he saw the two of us he was set to leave, but I beckoned him over and started blowing both of them. Sure as shooting Dad excused himself a few minutes later and went to pee in the toilet. I told you I can't get him interested in watersports. Oh well. When he came back, he was raring to go, and I could still taste a little piss on his cock. Neither my father nor my brother are circumcised, but they practice excellent foreskin hygiene.

Mike was ready first, obviously, since he had a head start, and he lay down and pulled my ass to him. I wanted to tell him to just get in there and fuck me, but I know my men are gentlemen. His tongue made it a little difficult to concentrate on giving first-class service, but I tried my hardest and I think I got Dad to his hardest too. He told Mike to cut out the foreplay, then he asked me if I wanted a sandwich. You all should know the answer to that by now.

Mike got up and Dad lay down and I straddled him and sank onto his wonderful meat stick. God, there's nothing like my Dad's cock, really. I love other cocks too, but my Daddy makes me happy. He worked into my a couple of times, then gave Mike the thumbs-up and my brother got behind me and started pressing into my anus. It was harder, not really being lubed up, but frankly at this point we're so good with each other that juice is all we really need in a pinch. I won't say it's not different, maybe even a little more pleasant, with lube, but we love buttfucking in all kinds of different environments. It's tough to lube up in certain circumstances, and if my brother needs my ass, my ass is his.

It had been so long since I had real DP, and I came as Mike inserted, which made Dad chuckle and grind up into me. I could feel the two cocks squeezing that flesh between cunt and anus, which as I may have said is the most under-appreciated erogenous zone in the body, in my opinion. They kept me cumming for a long time, so long I lost track. Then we all settled in for a session of squeeze Lexi. It must be because they're related, but my brother and father can keep up a rhythm with one another like no other guys I've been with. Can you see why I love them?

Eventually Mike tensed up and came, and I felt that one, even though I was cumming too. He'd saved it up all night and blasted me in the colon. When he pulled out I was disappointed, but he reached down and got some fingers into my ass and curled them down to meet Dad's cock, which kept me vibrating. I must have cum four times while they were fucking me together, and I came again before Dad grunted and grabbed my hips and pulled me down to him. I felt that one too, against my womb and strong. It really is a singular feeling, and one which I hope all women get to try at some point.

Once Dad softened and plopped out, along with jizz and juice and water from the shower, I rolled off him and just lay there in the falling water feeling warm and safe. And when Mike got between my legs and then lifted them up to my shoulders, I didn't move a muscle. He pressed into me, and at first I didn't realize he was in my ass again; all penetrations were feeling similar right then. It's not a position we use often for anal, but it was pleasant just lying there. Dad was showering above me, and his cock waggled up and down as he soaped up, and my brother pounded my gaping ass, plumbing my depths until I was just constantly spasming, not really cumming just pleasure running over me. I get like that sometimes, just twitchy when someone's really working me over well.

Mike came in my ass again, and by that time Dad had rinsed off and left without me realizing, I was so wound up in being fucked. My brother started washing me off slowly, sensually, massaging and soaping and all that good stuff. Eventually I started returning the favor and we washed each other off, then rinsed and dried off together. He was hard but not desperate, and I wanted to get out of the bathroom at some point.

Once we were dry we headed downstairs and had breakfast, and by that time it was only a little past noon, so we had loads of time before I had to go to work. At the table I started whispering in my brother's ear that I had a naughty idea, and he was enthusiastic, so once the table was clear I let slip what my idea was.

I told you I thought Mike might be a closet bisexual, and I asked him point blank if he'd like to try a little play on that side of the fence. He didn't immediately run off screaming but I think he thought I meant getting another guy. But when I told him that I wanted to stick some things up his butt, he looked much more enthusiastic. He was going to head down to the rumpus room but I told him that first he needed to clean up a little. We headed up to the bathroom again (note a theme for Saturday?) and he confided that he had really wanted to try something like this for a while, just to see what I felt when he was fucking my ass. I told him I felt great, and he grinned and kissed me and goosed me at the same time.

Once we were back in the bathroom I pulled out my trusty enemas and got all nurse on his ass. I'm not into scat, as I've mentioned, so I won't go into enemas in great detail. Personally I enjoy them, but I use them for cleanliness not as an aid to shitting. The first one made Mike a little uncomfortable and he spent a few minutes on the toilet, but once that was out of the way the next one cleaned him out nicely. He said he enjoyed the sensation of insertion, so I figured he would love the real thing.

The preliminaries taken care of, we started to lube him up properly. He was already hard, and while I was paying attention to his ass his cock pulsed with hardness, bouncing with each beat of his heart. I had him bent over the same bench in the shower where Daddy usually bends me over, and his cock nudged the side of the bench every so often and made him shiver in spite of himself.

When I got a finger into him he tensed up a lot and I had to work hard on not hurting him. But he said he liked it, and was mostly just trying not to cum. Prostate stimulation, you know. I've been the first to do ass play with several people, but this was the first time my brother and I had ever done anything like this. Once I got another finger into him he gasped that he couldn't hold on, and rather than waste him I bent down and managed to keep my fingers up his butt while I held his cock in my mouth. When he came it was strong, and his anus forced both of my fingers out of him.

It's been my experience, though, that boy or girl, after cumming, the anal ring becomes much more relaxed, so I didn't give him time to tense back up again, but pushed my fingers back into his butt. He moaned, which is odd for my brother. And if I'm lying may lightning strike a homeless person I don't like (not good to tempt fate) but he started to harden up again almost immediately.

I could go on, but suffice to say that eventually I judged that he was ready for something other than my fingers, so I pulled out one of my trusty buttplugs and crammed it as nicely as I could into his ass. I tell you, if you've never seen an asshole take a foreign object, you need to try it out. And a buttplug is so sexy going in too, in either a guy or a gal's ass. It forces its way in, but then suddenly the widest point stretches the anus out and it gets sucked in until there's nothing showing but the base. Mike moaned again at that.

And then I told him he had to wear it for a while. I don't think he wanted to do anything other than lie there, but eventually he had to get up, and he walked around like he was suffering from a severe case of Montezuma's Revenge. It was pretty funny, and I wish I had pictures.

I had to get ready for work by then, which should tell you how long we spent working out his ass. And that's how long it takes, buckaroos. If you think you can just slam your cock into someone's ass without doing serious preparation, you're in for a bad time. Anyway, I went to work just glowing at the thought of Mike wandering around our house with the plug in his ass, and I have to admit that when I had a spare moment and a quiet space I tickled myself unmercifully. Now I wish I'd worn a buttplug too for solidarity, but I don't think it would have worked. In my pants, they're usually fairly obvious.

I couldn't wait to get home and of course that was the evening when I couldn't just pick up and leave immediately. Still, I managed to hold out until I got through the door, but on the way home I actually started to cry because I knew that Mike had to leave the next morning and I wouldn't get to see much of him. But when I walked through the door he greeted me with a hug and a kiss and a helping hand with my clothes, and once we were naked he said he had to cum inside me right way because it was killing him to hold it in. Every move he made was driving him wild. I think he really was made for buttplugs.

Well I'll say this in opposition to Mike and anal toys: they ruin his stamina. I'm sure he'll get over that after a while, but he barely got started before he tensed and came. But it was a really strong cum, so strong it forced its way out of my cunt. And he made a lot more noise than he usually does, because I guess the plug was really tight when he came. He apologized, and I said he could make it up to me in a few minutes. I went and got a drink, and sure enough, by the time I got back, he was starting to harden again.

This time was slower and less urgent, face to face and kissing on the floor of the living room. It was still urgent enough for us to just drop to the floor though, and that was largely my fault because I was just dying to cum. When I finally did it was a big one, pent up and juicy. Mike just kept thrusting into my spasming, well-used cunny, trying to keep me rolling as long as he could. He tweaked my nipples with one hand and my clit with the other and then pressed down against my pelvis right above my pussy with a hand as he slammed his cock up into it. It was a teeth-rattling cum, that one, and right as it was ending he couldn't hold on any longer and came again.

Once we began breathing semi-normally again I had pity on the poor guy and offered to take out the plug, and he just bent over in front of me. I pulled it out and was going to put it in the wash, but first I had to stare with arousal as my brother's stretched anus slowly closed again. He said the next day that he had no problem shitting, and I could have probably seen directly into his stomach, the way it gaped. I think maybe I started with one which was a little too large. But there was no blood and if there was pain, he didn't complain. Pulling it out made me horny again, and it must have woken him up a little too, because after I got the plug in the wash we went upstairs and he lay me back on the bed and made love to me slowly and surely until we both came and then fell asleep. It's not a bad way to end the day, let me tell you.

The next morning (nearly done, I promise) he was up first, peed and came back to bed to say goodbye. I didn't have to wake up for a few hours more, but he had to leave, so I rolled over and poked my butt in the air just slightly and invited him to choose a hole. He chose wisely, which was good because without him (this was before James) I wasn't getting any anal loving. Sleeping fucking is wild, like it's part dream and part reality. He must have lubed me up because it was easy insertion, although maybe it was just the workout my ass had gotten the previous day, or maybe sleep made me relax completely. I know I came at least once that I can remember, and I dreamed about cumming too so probably more than once. I didn't feel him stop fucking me, but when I finally woke up completely he had already left and there was a buttplug in my ass holding his load inside me.

And you know something? I kept the plug in the entire day, even going to work in a skirt so I could get away with it. I just wanted to have his cum inside me as long as possible. I fell asleep with it still in my butt. I miss you, bro.

Sheri Is Spelled With an E

I just went back and changed all the times I was a fuckup. Sheri wrote me just now and told me that she objected strongly to being confused with Mari, and I realized that I had been spelling her name "Shari" for some strange reason. Maybe because I was thinking Mari. I don't know. You'll never know whether it's an alias or not, but I should at least be consistent. So that's why there were many small changes to various pages. Sorry sis. I actually think that Sheri is much better than Shari, which people would tend to pronounce "Shah-ree" rather than "Sheh-ree" as it should be. By the way, Mari's name is pronounced "Mary" in case you were wondering. And my name is pronounced "Throatwobbler Mangrove."