I'm Still Alive

Still alive, pretty busy, without a computer to speak of. I hope that within a month I'll be able to change that situation, but for right now, I'm still out of contact. Just letting everyone know.

Not Going Well At All

Sorry guys, it's been a tough bunch of time.

My computer is dead, which means I'm typing this on a public computer, which means I can't talk about much of anything. Let's just say that my little experiment lasted longer than I expected, but I broke down when my computer broke because I was stressed out. First with myself, and then that sort of opened the floodgates. But I am more conscious of the time I spend, which means that I now no longer take as much time in the day doing things I'd really like to spend my life doing. Not a bad thing. I don't speed it up, I just realize that it's a leisure activity, and if I do that, I can't also waste time doing something else. It's helped me prioritize.

I don't know how my updating will fare while I try to get my computer situation sorted out. Probably not terribly well. Thanks to everyone who has written giving encouragement, and know that I will probably try some mini-fasts in the future. Maybe a couple of days here and there, or maybe cutting back a lot and seeing if I can completely wean myself rather than going cold turkey all at once.

No, I'm not giving it up. I'm just trying to control it rather than it controlling me.

I have to go, public computers suck. But don't worry, even if I have a hiatus here, I'll be back as soon as I can.

Trying Something Really Weird

So this post is not about some new deviance. Sorry if that's what you were thinking it might be.

This post is about something I'm trying, have been for the past few days. I'm trying to... not have any sex.

Why? I don't know. It's sort of like a fast. I'm going without sex. No, I haven't converted to some crazy religion. Nor do I think it's a question of moral fiber. I'm just trying it out because occasionally I wonder about it. I wonder how people who aren't fucking all the time feel when they finally do. I wonder whether my obsession with sex might have crossed over into something which isn't healthy. I wonder whether I can have meaningful contact with people without it being sexual.

So yes, I'm going without sex. I'm going without masturbation. I'm trying hard not to think about it or even do anything related to it. Sheri thinks I'm weird. Mike says he's glad he's not there, because it would be impossible for me to keep to a pledge like that if he were. Mom and Dad say they think whatever I want is fine, although Mom is probably more enthusiastic about it than Dad.

In the two days and counting that I've been trying this, I've discovered that I'm incredibly horny, and that it's hard. Very hard. Maybe too hard. I don't know how long I'll be able to keep it up, frankly. Again, this is not moral, religious, or anything else. It's sort of like timing yourself while you hold your breath; I'm basically doing it to see how long I can go.

That's not to say that I haven't done anything remotely sexual. It's hard to avoid. I sometimes find myself idly stroking my pussy (even that word is driving me up the wall) without realizing it. But I haven't cum. Nor have I done anything with Dad. We've given each other kisses, but just normal kisses. And Sveta, now that James has gone to college (good riddance, for her sake) is sort of okay with just cuddling with me. We tried it yesterday, and while it was hard not to do something more than cuddle, after a few false starts, we settled into it. It was nice to hold someone, without any tension or expectations. It's something I don't do often enough. I think she liked it too.

I've found that I have a lot more free time. Really, I spent a lot of time with various sexual activities. Again, I'm not saying that it was wasted time, but it's giving me food for thought about maybe budgeting my time differently. Or maybe spending the same amount of time with sex, but appreciating it more.

Anyway, I'm not planning on becoming celibate forever. I'm just giving it a try. I haven't been without any form of sex since I was 6 or 7, seriously. I'm just doing it to see if I can.

Dad misses me, I can tell. He's supportive of some of my weirdness, but he still misses me. I've been trying to spend the same amount of time with him, just with other things. It's tough, since we're both naked and he's hard as a rock and my body just wants him. Mind over matter. I'll come out of this stronger.

I'm going to try to make it for a month and see, but that will probably be too long. Maybe I can make it a week. It's been a long time since I haven't cum at least once a day, so a week... hardcore.

Anyway, that's what I'm doing, and if I don't blog regularly, that's probably why. Or maybe because I'm getting busy again. I have some gigs, and maybe some more money coming in. If I can stand it, I'll try to keep blogging and telling stories, for the public's sake, but it might be too much. It's hard right now to keep from just squirming a little bit and giving myself some pleasure. But I'm trying.

Sheri Got Inked

Sheri got a new tattoo. She knows people who will do them in trade, and she's willing to trade sexual favors for minor surgery. She keeps wanting me to do it too, to come visit and get one done. I told her that she may trust people who are willing to give out free tattoos for sex, but I'm less trusting. Also, I'm not sure I want a tattoo.

She called and told me about it. Apparently, this guy likes anal, and he said that if she'd let him fuck her ass, he'd give her a freebie. I'm pretty sure Sheri would have let this guy take a shit on her face if he'd give her a freebie, so anal was nothing. She likes getting things free. It's not that she couldn't have paid for it; oh no, she has more than enough money, but she's willing to be a whore. I'm being unfair to Sheri; she's not really a whore, she just likes sex and is willing to do it in exchange for favors. I guess that makes her a whore, technically, but it's not like she's doing it for a living. Hell, we've all done things for favors, haven't we? Just because my sister views sex as a normal activity, like offering to pick up someone's dry-cleaning for them, she's branded a whore. By me. Whore. Just kidding, sis.

Anyway, she wanted to get a tat just above her pussy, if she was going to get it like this. So I guess it made sense, because he would have already seen everything, so why not let him ink her there? She told me she had toyed with the idea of getting a little sign that said, "Deposit Sample Here," with an arrow pointing down at her cunt, but finally decided against it. I told her she was an idiot for even thinking that. What the hell could you possibly be thinking to think that's a good idea? But then most tattoos are bad ideas. I met a guy once who had "Choke me while I stroke it" tattooed on his neck. That must have gone over well at job interviews.

Anyway, she decided to get a Chinese character, which she claims means "love" but which probably means "cement" or something equally nonsensical. But since it's tattooed over her pussy, it's just stupid no matter what it means. I asked her what she was thinking, and she said she just liked the look of it. I figure it was either some bullshit like that (not that I think Chinese is bullshit, but tattoos like that are) or permanently tattooing pubic hair, or, "I Heart Wanda." Only kidding about Wanda. I did ask why she didn't get Dad's name put there, as a reminder, and she said she hadn't even thought of it, but maybe she'd get it tattooed on the small of her back with an arrow pointing down to give him a hint. We both laughed at that. Bad taste, but still, we're both on the same wavelength in wishing that Dad wasn't such a prude (that's a funny thing to call him, isn't it) about anal.

I don't know why she didn't get Mike's name tattooed there, to commemorate their almost-baby. I didn't bring it up, though, because I don't want to rub salt in old wounds. She doesn't talk about it much, and I think she's more sad about it than she lets on. She really wanted a baby. Chances are good she'll never have one of her own. Which is fortunate, sort of, because with her lack of impulse control and history of making stupid decisions, she'd probably get her baby tattooed with "Sex Toy" or something equally insane. Not that I'm against her enjoying sex with any children she might have, but she'd be dumb about it and get caught, and then I'd never see her again. Of course, she can fall in the dark and find coal, so maybe she'd get away with it. Part of me is jealous that she always does.

Anyway, she said obviously she wanted to fuck first, because with a new tattoo on a sensitive area fucking second sounded painful. The guy's not an old fat biker or anything; he's young and attractive enough. She said he closed up the shop for lunch and they went into the back room. Gave him one of her stellar blowjobs to warm him up, then he bent her over the chair, pulled up her skirt (she wasn't wearing any panties to make things easier and also to minimize the contact with painful skin) and fingered her ass for five minutes, then started licking her. She said she was enjoying it, but he said he wished she'd been a little dirtier. Sounds a bit freaky to me, but then I'm not into scat, as I mention regularly.

She didn't care, of course, and when he stuck his cock in her cunt, she said all the preparation and the feeling of dirtiness (me, I would have run screaming from a tattoo parlor run by someone who was into being dirty) made her cum quite quickly after he started fucking her cunt and fingering her asshole. Once he felt she was loose enough, he hiked her skirt up a bit more and then pressed into her anus, hard. She wasn't quite expecting it so rough, she said, but she's a trooper and she can take it a lot rougher than most women I know. She likes it rough. So although she had to stifle a cry, after a few hard thrusts she was digging it completely.

They fucked for a shorter time than she would have liked, then he grunted that he wanted to cum in her ass, and she let him, of course. She said he came a lot, like he hadn't had any for weeks. It leaked out of her throughout getting tattooed. Now that sounds sexy, for some reason.

Anyway, once she cleaned him up, he got her ready, took her skirt off completely, and began tattooing her. She said she was still tingling from his cock in her ass, and although it was painful, it was actually arousing. She had to stop him at a certain point because she was afraid that if she came, she'd spoil the tattoo. He was okay with getting her to cum again, so he pinched her clit roughly until she went over the edge, and then they could get back to work. By the time he was finished, she was totally naked and instead of feeling like she wanted to never touch her cunt again (which is how I would expect to feel) she wanted more. The guy was happy to oblige.

First he used the vibration of one of the pens (or whatever they're called) to drive her over the edge again, and while she was still cumming, he pulled her butt off the chair and jammed his cock into her ass again. It was understandably hard after all this. He lasted longer, and he was a little more gentle, I guess because he knew she had to be in some pain. But although I don't enjoy missionary anal as much, she said that with the vibrations on her clit, the dull pain of the tattoo, and his cock in her ass going in and out, she came for five minutes straight. Then he came in her ass again, pulled out, and got them both a beer.

Again, my sister is being a dumbass. But the story sounds sexy. She said she's thinking of getting another one done, less explicit, and she wants suggestions. Of course, she won't be paying for it; if anything, she should get some credit for having let him fuck her ass twice in a row, once after she'd been tattooed in such an awkward area. I'm still waiting on photos, by the way.

I guess it's good that she got her rocks off then, because afterward it really started to hurt, and for the past day or so she's been in some pain. It's not infected, she assures me, but it makes cumming difficult, which must be hard for her. Another reason why I wouldn't get one there.

Hitting the Fan

Sorry I haven't posted in a few days. It took me some time to come to grips with my situation. I'm afraid the rest of Sveta's visit will have to be put on hold, possibly indefinitely. It was fun, toys were used, lots of orgasms, yadda yadda yadda.

On Monday, I finally went to Kate's house for dinner. And I'm still getting used to what happened, so you'll have to forgive me if it's a bit funky. I'll try to start from the beginning, but bear with me.

Anyway, she said her husband would be there but the boys would not, which was fine because that seemed like it would make the evening go more smoothly. It didn't start out too smoothly. I went over in the late afternoon, and Kate was just all over me, even with her husband there. I mean, she wasn't too obvious about it, but I could tell she was flirting with me, and I'm sure her husband could tell too. His name isn't Roger, but I'll use that because his name isn't exciting enough to warrant some exciting pseudonym.

He's older than her by a few years at least, and he looks normal for his age rather than looking young, like she does. So really, they look like they're probably more than a decade apart in age, when I think he just looks older and she looks younger. I know they got married when she was pretty young, and she is definitely younger than him. Anyway, he was polite, but kind of stand-offish, which could probably be explained by the fact that his wife was flirting with me and seemingly didn't care that he knew it. Of course, later on... I'm getting ahead of myself. He's not as much of a free spirit type as she is, but I know that they both smoke up together, because they offered, but I said I wanted to wait on that.

He must have had the day off, or he got home early, because they were both sort of lounging around when I got there. We had drinks and chatted, very uncomfortably on my end because I just didn't know what was up. I had told Kate that I wanted to meet her husband, but now that I had, I wasn't sure where to go. Should I tell him everything, which would possibly help my guilt but probably do more harm than good? Was I supposed to decide that he was a jerk, and that giving his wife some lovin' wasn't wrong? I don't know why I wanted to meet him, truth be told. It didn't make me feel any better.

Eventually we sat down to dinner, which was pretty good, just your standard fare but well-cooked. Eating gave me an excuse to not talk and to think, and Roger and Kate filled in the conversation. I started to get a little more relaxed, because sitting at the table it was hard for Kate to be all over me, but then she started playing footsie with me under the table and I got all anxious again. Anxious in both respects, because she was wearing this adorable skirt-blouse combo which was showing off her hot body tremendously, and I sort of wished her husband wasn't there because then I could at least have indulged one aspect of my anxiousness. And the other aspect would have been much less if he hadn't been there. I kept shooting her warning looks, and she kept grinning as if she didn't care.

I was set to call it a day and get the hell out before anything went wrong, maybe go home and try to work off my nerves on my own, but they insisted I stay for desert and coffee and more drinks. While I wasn't drunk at all, they were certainly getting looser.

And then Roger said to Kate, "Honey, you're driving her up the wall with your flirting. It's really not fair. To me either." And I knew he knew what was up. And I expected something awful to happen, but instead, she laughed and came over to him and kissed him.

"I'd feel much better if we just told her," she said. "I mean, it's been going on for long enough, and I think Lexi's feeling a little guilty."

"What's been going on?" I asked, mortified. Because I really am quite shy and awkward in social situations, and I was feeling like I just wanted to crawl into a hole and die. Because I could see it now; I was going to be outed, and Roger was going to forbid me to ever see his wife again, or something equally bad.

But instead, he just nodded, and Kate said, "Now please, don't get mad. But.. well..." And then, because I can't remember exactly what she said, I'll just fill in the blanks.

It seems that my suspicions were true, and there was something going on. Several somethings, in fact. For one thing, Kate had been acting bizarre when we made love because she knew that there was a camera filming us. Roger likes to watch, and they didn't think I would let him just watch from the room, plus I wasn't available at a time when he could, and they just wanted to be able to keep them and watch them over and over again. So they set up to film our rendezvous.

So Roger has known this whole time. They weren't going to tell me, but Kate felt bad, and I seemed like I wasn't going to come back, so now they were hoping that I would accept that they had a marriage that would allow this kind of fooling around and just keep making both of them happy.

I don't know how I feel about that. I certainly feel a little betrayed. It's not that I mind being filmed, or having people watch. It's that they were using me like this. I mean, if they'd just come out and asked me, chances are almost 100% that I would have gone along with it. I mean, Kate is a knock-out, and I loved fucking her. But they were using me. I don't feel totally okay with it.

On the other hand, I think they were expecting me to call the police or something, whereas I just said, "Oh," and took a healthy pull on my drink. They told me that they'd done things like this before, but always with men, and the men were one-time deals who came over, fucked Kate with the camera rolling, and then were gone. So Kate had never had any other women besides me. I was a little flattered by that. They said that they thought I would be more understanding.

I told them that I did, a little, but I also felt a little betrayed. And they said that it was perfectly natural, and they felt terrible about keeping it from me, and would I like to join them in the bedroom? It was just like that, with no real switch from, "sorry," to, "Hey, wanna fuck?"

And a part of me really wanted to. But a bigger part of me wasn't ready for that kind of thing right then. I don't know, maybe it's just my life right now, or maybe I'm feeling different about sex, or maybe it was just the abruptness, but I said that I didn't know if I could.

They tried to talk me into it. Roger said I had a beautiful body and he really was looking forward to seeing it in person. And they both came over and were sort of touching me, and it just got a little too much for me, and I stood up and said that no, I had to go. And they let me leave. I think they were both kicking themselves, or being disappointed that I hadn't turned out like they expected.

Again, it wasn't so much that I didn't want them, both of them. It was just too weird right then. So I left. Later that evening I was kicking myself, because I was all alone and horny as hell, and most of the betrayal had worn off and now I was wishing I was in bed with someone, anyone. It was the betrayal too, a different aspect of it. Dad never treats me like that. He's honest. So is Mike, and so are Mari and Sheri. James... the hell with him. Sveta I haven't known long enough, but if anything I'm using her as much as she's using me. I mean, I know I'm something of a surrogate for James to her, but I think she's starting to enjoy our times together for themselves, not for their substitution for other things.

So yes, I was needy and alone, and couldn't do anything about that. I almost called up James, even though he's a dick, because he's never done anything to hurt me, and I just wanted to be with someone. I was crying and depressed and horny. It was unpleasant. I finally called up Sheri, because I couldn't get hold of Mari, who is usually my go-to on the shoulder-to-cry-on-sister thing. But Sheri and I talked. At first, she was totally serious with me, and I appreciated that. But I think she thought I was making a big thing out of a little thing. I'm sure she would have gone to bed with both of them right away. Hell, she probably would have asked to go to bed with both of them before she even found out. So it was hard talking to her after a while, and I said goodbye. So I put in a movie and fell asleep in front of the TV, and tried to just curl up into a little ball.

Then in the morning, I was all cried out, sort of, and feeling a little better about the situation, and realizing that it was my life, not the situation in particular, which was making me act the way I was. So I called up Kate and told her that I was sorry for storming out like that. And she said that I had nothing to apologize for, and that she was glad I was still willing to talk to her. And I said that I was still feeling betrayed that she had lied to me, but on the other hand, I wished she'd just come out and told me what she wanted because I didn't have a problem with it. I said I would be happy to share her bed while her husband watched, or even, if he was willing, have him join in. But I needed some time to get over the lying, and she had to promise not to keep anything else from me.

So that's where we are, currently. I'm getting over it. She said that Roger was sorry for everything too, and that he wanted nothing more than to be honest with me, and that we had to get back together again soon, because I was the best she'd ever had. Really, the way that Kate and Roger are forward is... strange. If it wasn't for my current feelings, I would find their up-front-ness refreshing, even. But they aren't always up-front, obviously, which makes it strange when they are. They'll be apologizing one minute and propositioning me the next, without any sort of conversational interlude at all. It's almost like they don't understand they're doing it.

It reminds me a little bit of my family, except only within my family. When we're alone, just the family, and Mike wants to put his cock inside me, he sometimes doesn't even ask. Maybe they're like that too, they just haven't mastered not being that way with people who don't get it.

But I think I'll be able to forgive them, especially since they seem determined to be honest with me now, and they don't seem to notice that they're being strange sometimes. So maybe they didn't mean it. Who knows. It's hard to be sexually adventurous in this day and age, I know, so maybe they're having as hard a time with it as I am. Anyway, I'm still torn up about it, a little, but I think it was just the last straw. My life has been topsy-turvy recently, and I think it was just that coming out.

Fun Fun Fun

And Daddy has no intention of taking the T-Bird away. If that's not a dated reference, I don't know what is.

So yes, I'm up, and she's not, poor dear. Or rather, I'm a poor dear because I'm up at ridiculous hours alone. Right now my internal clock is set to a time which would allow me to view the Olympics live from China if they were being broadcast that way and I was at all interested in anything having to do with the Olympics. When Dad's home, that means that he and I can get some time before work. But Sveta is tuckered. Yes, that's right.

She's still asleep in my bed, naked as a jaybird, and I spent a certain amount of time this morning fighting the urge to wake her up. I should probably be asleep too, since I was up pretty much as late as she was, but I'll let her sleep. Hopefully she'll wake up soon and we can have a little breakfast, and then get something to eat (rimshot) before I have to go to work. But it was fun to watch her sleep.

She's warm, too. I was sweating a little, and not from exertion. But she's always cold, so I had to keep covers on her even though it was too hot for me. Still, sleeping holding her was a nice change of pace. It probably contributed to my ability to stay asleep, because as I've said, I find it hard to sleep with other people in the bed most times. But it was still nice. Reminded me of times when my sisters or my brother and I would sleep in the same bed when we were younger.

I'm not going to give a blow-by-blow. She came over, we both got naked and made out on the couch, which turned to me eating her out on the rug. She tastes so wonderful, sweet and salty and tangy and who knows what other flavors are in there. Some day we'll incorporate some flavorings into our lovemaking technique. I slurped down as much of her squirting as I could, although the rug was a mess (not that we care, in this family) afterwards. Then we got some drinks of the non-alcoholic variety, and then I gave her a lesson in the finer points of pleasing me. She's getting better. I think it probably has something to do with being more exploratory about her own body.

After I had a very satisfying O too, we snuggled on the couch and watched a movie and talked over it. She says she's getting over James. I think she's lying, but any step is a start. I told her she should try to find some other guy, and she blushed and said she wasn't really sure she could handle that. Then she turned to me and said that with me, she didn't need another guy. Flattery will get you everywhere. We started kissing again. The movie played on without us paying much attention. It wasn't hot and heavy, just some kissing and petting, slow and steady.

After the movie finished and we were both getting a little wound up, I asked her if she wanted to watch something more exciting. She knew what I was talking about right away, so I pulled down one of the pornos I'd gotten out and popped it in. It was from my personal collection, showing me and my roomie fucking. Sveta wanted to know who the other girl was, said she was really pretty too, and how could I be satisfied with her if I could have pretty girls like that. She was being coy, not serious, and I told her that she was just as beautiful, and much tastier. Plus I enjoy corrupting innocence. She laughed at that.

Yes, I do have home videos. No, I won't be showing them off. Don't ask. Really. If I ever get a good computer which can actually do it, maybe I'll consider it. But probably not, because I'm already worried about blogger shutting me down.

She wanted to try eating me out again after watching for a while, and I, selfish girl that I am, let her. Watching myself and being eaten out at the same time gave me a strong O, and I don't know whether Sveta had ever felt one that strong before because she seemed a bit worried and slowed down and sort of caused the climax to tail off a little. But I forgave her, and just told her that no matter what, she shouldn't stop unless I told her to. Sound advice. Hell, if you really know a girl, you can keep going even if she begs you to stop, because you know what she really wants. But that's advanced technique.

Then we had dinner. Sveta wanted to know if I had any other video of myself, and I said I did. Of course, a lot of them are with either Dad or Mike or my sisters, but I didn't mention that. Sveta said she would like to see some more of them. I told her maybe later. Then I asked if she wanted to try some toys. She was eager as a little beaver, which she is, isn't she (rimshot)?

Ooh, I hear her waking up. I'm going to cut this off right now because I want to go in and be with her. Maybe we can take a shower together. And then I've got to go. But I'll try to finish this up later.

Alone Again Naturally

My parents went off to the beach. I wasn't really invited, and I didn't really want to go anyway. Not that the beach is so bad, although see my previous post about beaches. But it's nice for them to get away for a while. And I've got some work to do. Anyway, here I am, all alone.

I'm not putting out an APB for stalkers or B and E artists, though. I've invited Sveta over today and probably she'll stay until tomorrow. Then I'm in negotiations with Kate about going to dinner at her house. And who knows what else might happen. I'm psyched about Sveta, because this time there won't be any danger of her bumping into my dad. And she needs some love, because James is a prick. Yes, I'm taking her side. Until I see otherwise, I'm going to call him a prick. He had me and a sweet little girl both to himself, and he had to get greedy. Plus now that we're pissed off at him, there's no chance of me getting any anal from him. Which is making my ass lonely.

I'm thinking of educating Sveta in the fine art of strap-ons, possibly some double dildo action too. Maybe she'll fuck my ass. What am I saying maybe for. I'll get her to fuck my ass. And I'll fuck hers. I'll be using the double dil, but she can start out trying out the strap-on. And yes, before you ask, I do have some liquor, but I'm not getting her drunk. I have a movie, I have some food, I have some liquor, I have toys, it'll be a wild time. Of course, because I'm ancient, I'll probably fall asleep at 9 pm. But maybe not. I'll just have to keep my excitement level high. I have more than one movie; I've got some porn too. We'll see how it goes.

No, I will not be posting as it happens. She doesn't know about the blog, and I'm not going to tell her. Maybe later, but not this early in the relationship. She could find out things I don't want her to know, for one thing. So if I post, it will be unscheduled.

But enough of what's going to happen. My parents left this morning, bright and early, which looked like it was killing my mom, who isn't a bright and early type these days. But it meant that, since I was up and Dad was up, we could have a farewell romp to tide me over until they get back. So we went to the shower, as usual, and I bent over the side and he got behind me and slowly eased his monster into my tight little daughter cunny. He was hard as a rock inside me, and every time he speared me, he nudged various sensitive spots inside, so I came quickly. There's nothing like an orgasm to wake up with.

That cleared the cobwebs, and I savored the warm feeling in my belly as my dad's cock thrust deep into me. I felt his stomach press into my rear as he bottomed out, and his hands on my waist, stroking down my hips and thighs.

After a while, it got uncomfortable to be leaning over the side, so I asked if we could switch. He pulled out, which was like an ice cube on my pubis, it was so cold in the air. So I turned on the shower, nice and warm, and got on my hands and knees with it splashing down on my butt, and he got behind me and stroked my pussy with his gentle hands, then took his cock and slid it into place again like it had never been gone. And the warmth and the pressure and just all of it made me cum again, a little O, just lighting up my eyes, tightening in my belly a little. I can feel them in my belly button sometimes; it's wild when it happens, and it usually makes me giggle. I giggled a little, and Dad laughed and said, "I got you, didn't I?"

"Yeah, you wouldn't believe the reactions some guys have when I giggle like that."

"They don't know how beautiful it is," he said, and pressed into me again with his hands gripping my hips now. "I'm getting close just hearing you laugh, baby."

"I'll miss this over the next few days," I said truthfully. I already miss it. The thought of Mom and Dad down at the beach, probably making love on the shore, is making me wish I had come, because I could at least have watched. Maybe I could have found a guy on the beach to give me some. But I'm looking forward to Sveta too. Just sometimes I want a cock. A real cock, one that spews cum into me, that pulses, that tenses, that feels warm inside.

He wasn't lying, because after a few more minutes he grunted, "Here it comes," which he likes to do, most men like to do, even if he knows I can tell, and that he's going to cum in my pussy and not pull out. I don't know why a lot of men feel the need to announce their orgasms, but I don't mind. Mike doesn't tend to if he's going to cum inside me, either in my pussy or ass, but Dad usually does.

And then I came again as the first splashes surged into my insides. I confess, recently, I've been imagining that Dad is knocking me up, that I'm a little girl and my Daddy is getting me pregnant with his baby. It makes the orgasms stronger, I've found. I went over the edge hard, moaning and clenching. If I had been a squirter, I might have squirted. It's the tension, the desire, the missing him already, all of it.

He kept pulsing inside me for a while, then he felt that I was still cumming, so he worked himself back into thrusting. I could feel the cum sloshing around in my womb, or so I imagined. It must have been hard for him to keep fucking me, but he did it until I stopped cumming, then finally turned off the water with a grin and pulled out so I could clean him orally. There wasn't much to clean, because the water had done its work even before he pulled out, but it was enough to taste, and it tasted so good.

Then he showered, woke Mom up, and the got out of the house, as I said, bright and early. I wish Dad had been able to give me another helping before he left, but I accept that he's getting older and it's getting harder for him. He's never been prolific, just long-winded. I guess it's fortunate that he has three daughters and a wife all of whom can be his outlet (well, even Mari sometimes) because otherwise I think he'd wear us out and never get his own rocks off. I mean, back when he was still going three times a day sometimes, by the third time, he might have to start with one daughter and finish with another, or with Mom. I know I've had to wave him off eventually, just because I was getting too tired and sore to keep going.

Now, I get one, usually, but it's usually a good one, and a long one too. Sometimes two, or sometimes Mom gets one as well. So I'm not really complaining. I came three times. I just miss him. Sometimes we don't fuck, we just sit or lie together, him inside me, for a long time. It feels good to have Daddy inside me. That's all I can say.

Anyway, Sveta's coming over in the afternoon, so I'll see how that goes.