Spoiling the House Guest

I was dreaming last Thursday morning that Moose the rottie was fucking me, his knot inside me like a piston. Slowly I awoke to find Kayla between my thighs with her hand inside me, moving it in and out as she opened and closed her fist and licked my clit. It was a great dream and a great way to wake up.

Wednesday night, for one of the few times while TJ was staying with us, me, TJ, and Kayla were all home together. After dinner, we all tended to our own tasks, but we ended up sharing the sofa and a blanket at 9:00 when "Lost" came on. I was on one end, with TJ on the other and Kayla between us, leaning on me. The show sucked - isn't Charlie the weakest and most pathetic character on TV? Who wants to watch an hour about him? - but we managed to amuse ourselve anyway.

About half way into the show I noticed that Kayla was breathing funny. I looked down the sofa toward TJ, who was leaning on Kayla as Kayla was leaning on me, but didn't notice anything odd. Then I picked up on a slight rhythmic vibration and realized that TJ was finger fucking Kayla. This didn't surprise me. TJ has long had a crush on Kayla and while she's been staying with us I felt that it was getting frustrating for her to be so close and not act on it. She was going to be leaving last weekend to move back on campus, so I guess she felt it was time to make her move.

I started massaging Kayla's right breast and TJ ducked her head under the blanket to put her mouth to work. Kayla shifted so that she was lying with her back on me now, allowing her to spread her legs for TJ, who had to slide off the sofa and kneel on the floor to allow her to eat Kayla. From Kayla's moans and occassional jerks it was pretty clear that TJ was doing a very good job (I'd like to say that I taught TJ well, but really she's a just a natural muff diver). She got Kayla very well off. When she came up, her face was covered in her saliva and Kayla's cum and Kayla was panting for breath. I kissed TJ and licked her lips, then told the two of them it was time for us to go to bed.

I spread TJ on the bed and kneeled between her legs. Her session with Kayla had got her nice and juicy and she was very responsive to my licking, sucking, and nibbling. Meanwhile, Kayla was behind me licking and probing my ass and cunt. The one thing I don't love about 69 and daisy chains is that being eaten distracts me from the pussy or cock I'm eating, in a way that being fucked while I'm eating somehow doesn't. It doesn't mean that I plan on giving up these practices, don't be ridiculous, but it's just a slight annoyance. This "problem" was soon resolved anyway when Kayla, who was having a hard time not falling off the bed, gave up and moved to the other end of the bed to sit on TJ's face, a development that TJ clearly loved. Watching Kayla's beautiful pussy pressing down on TJ's mouth, nose and chin while she rocked back and forth on TJ's face (got I love Kayla's ass) got me more and more excited and after lubricating my hand in TJ's pussy I started ass fucking TJ with three fingers while I continued to eat. All of this attention got her juices flowing quite freely, almost spurting it seemed, and it was all I could do keep up for a minute or two.

TJ finally pushed me away and after Kayla climbed off of her the three of us lay down together for some kissing, licking, and carressing. Eventually I fell asleep. When I woke to Kayla fisting me, TJ was gone, having returned to her sofa to get some sleep (Kayla kicks in her sleep). I am so glad the three of us had a chance to get together like that before TJ went back to school. I know TJ is too.

Obsessions

Last Wednesday I met and fucked a woman whose Yahoo 360 page I had come across. She lives in my town and said in her profile that she'd always been straight but had a growing urge to be with a woman. She looked terrific and I thought I could perform a service for mankind by helping her fulfill this urge. I'm like Mother Theresa in that way. I IMd her and we started chatting. I called her and we continued our chat on the phone. Eventually I asked her if she was serious about this and if she wanted to do it right then. If she was in Santa Rosa, I told her, I could drive to her house in just a few minutes. She said, "yeah, I guess so." I asked her if she guessed so, or if she wanted to do it. She said yeah and gave me her address. I guickly showered and dressed and in twenty minutes I was knocking on her door. She opened the door, smiled and said that was quick, and let me in. She has a nice three bedroom house she shares with a room mate who was out of town. Irina herself is exotically beautiful. She looks like she might be Native American, but with something else thrown in there, Asian maybe. Straight dark brown hair, almond shaped dark brown, almost black, eyes, beautiful full lips. She was wearing jeans, which beautifully showed off her full hips, and a tight threadbare v-neck T, which even more wonderfully showed off her great tits.

We had some wine, sat on the sofa and started talking. I gesture alot when I talk and it is easy and natural for me to extend my gestures so that they end with my hand touching somebody's arm or leg. The next time, my hand lingers, the time after that it caresses. It takes no time at all, with a willing recipient (and almost all are) to move on to kissing and more serious touching. So it went with Irina. We were soon topless with my mouth and hands on her breasts. I suggested we move to the bedroom.

I love blue jeans. I love to wear them because they are comfortable and I love to see them on other people, men and women, because of the way they make people's asses look. But they are the hardest article of clothing ever invented for taking off of somebody else. I love undressing people, but removing jeans is just too slow and awkward. Before we resumed I asked her to take her jeans off for me. She did and
lay down on the bed. I lay down next to her and kissed her, then eagerly but patiently my mouth began its pilgrimage to her pussy. My lips and tongue paid loving attention to her neck, shoulders, breasts, and belly, but I kept my mind on my goal. I licked beneath the band of her panties, then slowly pulled them down and off of her. Her bush was trimmed but unshaved anywhere. I liked that. I was reminded that a woman with a fuller bush smells and tastes stronger, the hair retaining her aroma and flavor. I love eating pussy and I eagerly went at hers. I was slow and delicate at first, trying to be sensitive to the fact that Irina had never had a woman eating her out before, but as soon as it became evident that she was enjoying things just fine, I let loose, licking, nibbling, sucking with abandon. When we were both at least temporarily satisfied I stopped and moved up to embrace and kiss her. We cuddled and kissed for a few minutes, then I asked if she wanted to eat me. She did, and immediately headed to my cunt, passing my neck, breasts, and belly. Those things could wait, I guess; she wanted some pussy.

She hesitated for just a moment, sniffing and tasting, then started licking. In my experience, once women overcome their hesitance about actually eating pussy, they are natural pussy eaters. I think we just do what we always wish somebody would do to us. I suspect men who give blow jobs are the same way. Irina was somehow both delicate and aggressive in what she did and I responded very well to her. She stayed down there a long time, maybe a half hour, and whenever I came it just seemed to give her more energy. When she was done I licked her chin, nose and lips and we cuddled some more. When I told her it was time for me to go, she asked me to stay a little longer, then she ate me again. This time she explored with her fingers, too, fucking me with them in both my pussy and asshole. She's a quick learner. When she was finally satisfied (and I was too, oh my!), she let me go.

It was a wonderful evening. She was a beautiful woman and a great lover and I enjoyed her body immensely. The only problem was she wanted more. She started emailing me and IMing me several times a day, wanting more (she writes very well, by the way. I wouldn't at all mind doing with her some of the things she suggested we do). It's as though she had become obsessed with me. It's not that I don't understand and sympathize. I remember what it was like with me and Derek when we first "discovered" fucking. For weeks that's all I could think of was his dick, where I could put it and what I could do with it. When I was first fucked in the ass, I couldn't focus on anything else but having that cock in my ass again, and again, and again. And I was just like Irina, too. After the first time I ate pussy and went to bed with the smell in my nose and the taste on my lips (yes, I read your blog, girl), I couldn't wait to dive back in again. I still have obsessions, focusing on particular, um, beings. Right now I have a tremendous need to again be brutally fucked by a Rottweiler named Moose and ass-fucked my Karyn's boyfriend (not at the same time, though, I don't think. That particular combination just might kill me). I'm not really comfortable being the object of somebody else's obsession, though. One problem can be if she takes her idealization of my pussy and transfers it to me. It's probably not wrong for her to idealize my pussy - I'm sure it's perfect. I'm quite a flawed person, though, as you are all quite aware by now. One of those flaws is that I'm very selfesh. I don't have the time to indulge somebody else's obsession; I have my own kinky needs to feed, quite a large and voracious variety of them. I have rounds to make. And then of course, there's Kayla. She lets me get away with a lot (how's that for understatement?), but even she has her limits.

To relieve myself of this burden, I invited Irina over for sex yesterday (Saturday) evening. For the last month or so, Kayla and I have had a houseguest, TJ, a very hot and slutty bi-girl I have known and been fucking for a little over two years. TJ is a twenty year old college student who had to leave campus during winter break and didn't want to go home, so she's been sleeping on our sofa. When Irina arrived, looking oh so fucksum in what I correctly guessed to be just sweat pants and a zip up sweatshirt, I introduced her to TJ and told her that if she didn't mind, TJ would be joining us. She hesitated, but said it would be OK. My idea was that if she ate another woman besides me then she could focus on eating pussy rather than just eating my pussy. I think it was working, too. She and TJ were getting along very well (TJ is a great fuck and will try anything). She was eating TJ when I made my mistake. Seeing all this pussy spread out in front of me got me feeling kind of butch, so I sensitively fucked Irina in the ass with a strap on. She'd never been fucked in the ass before, even by a man, and she loved it. L*O*V*E*D IT! Now I happen to love being fucked in the ass while sucking on a cock; it's my favorite thing to do, but although I hoped Irina would like, or at least not mind me busting her ass, it never ocurred to me that she would love it. That as a great new thing, this would become her new sexual obsession. Being fucked in the ass while eating pussy. Looking back now, of course, it seems obvious. Who wouldn't like that, right? So my great plan of breaking Irina's obsession with eating my pussy worked, but now I'm stuck with her new obsession of her eating TJ's pussy while I fuck her in the ass.

Oh well. I guess this is just something I have to live with. Tough life I have, eh?

Friends with Benefits

I came across that phrase, "friends with benefits," the other day and for the first time started to think about it. I've been familiar with it and known what it means for a long time, but never really thought about how it applies to me. Going back in through time in my head, though, I realized that with the exception of the men I work with and a couple (but not all) of the gay guys I know, every man I've become friends with in the last ten years is a friend with benefits. Every woman, again with the exception of those I work with, I have become friends with in the last three years is a friend with benefits. I have managed to so thoroughly make sex the center of my existence that I don't have friends anymore that I don't have sex with.

I'm not surprised by this, and I'm certainly not bothered by it, it's just that somehow I'd never thought about it. Many of the guys and women I meet I meet solely for the purpose of having sex with. I'm the queen of the casual pickup. I can't go to the gas station or grocery store without looking for men or women to fuck and, if I find one, approaching them with that it mind. And on the rare occasions when I actually become a friend of somebody without fucking them on the first encounter, I always end up with his dick in me or my tongue and hand in her eventually. With almost all of these people, too, even after I get to know them better, sex remains the centerpiece of our relationship. There are times when I'll get together with somebody for dinner or a movie or shopping and we don't end up fucking, but that's rare. It's far more common that when I get together with somebody we'll fuck and do nothing else. We'll talk and kiss and engage in fore- and after-play, but we're together to fuck. And now that I'm thinking about this, I don't have a problem with it at all. In fact, I'd be a lot fatter and poorer if I spent as much time eating out or shopping or going to the movies with people as I do fucking them, and I'm sure I wouldn't have nearly as much fun.

Now I'm wondering if this is going to start extending to my friends in the animal kingdom, specifically dogs, too. I've written here before about my first encounter with Maria and her dog, Les (or Lester the Molester). Since then we've been together many more times. There are a couple of things about this relationship that are unusual, aside from the obvious. One is that I have never been with Maria without being with Les too. Maria and I have eaten each other out many times now, but we have never done so without one of us first being fucked by Les. The core of our relationship is eating dog cum out of each other. Maria comes over or I go to her house, Les fucks one of us, one or the other of us licks off Les's dick, then Les goes into a corner to lick himself while Maria and I get down to swapping dog cum. The other thing is the increasing frequency with which we do this. Les is the first dog that fucked me and I was the first person Maria had shared Les with. After we first did this we didn't see each other for a few months. Then, after we all got together a second time, we didn't see each other for a couple more months. Over the last six months or so, though, we've all fucked at least once a month and lately at least every two or three weeks. After a couple of weeks now, I get to craving them. I don't know if it's Les I need or Maria, or the combination, but with the exception of Kayla, they are now my most frequent fuck partners.

Now Les has some competition, though. Thursday night one of my friends with benefits took me to the "Blues Harmonica Blowout" at the Last Day Saloon (anytime you have a guy name "Magic Dick" on the bill, I'm there). After the show we went back to his place, where we were greeted at the door by his dog, a robust rottweiler named Moose. I had met Moose before, but it was a couple years ago, before my carnal interest in dogs had ripened and before I'd begun my affair with Les. Moose was happy to see us and jumped first on Ken, then on me. Ken told him to get down but I told him I didn't mind and squatted down to pet him. As Moose started furiously licking my face and hands Ken said "be careful or he'll try to fuck you." I of course replied that that would be okay with me. Then Ken looked at me with a mixture of curiosity and maybe arousal and said "really?" With as convincing a look as I could come of with, I said "yeah, really." He asked me if I'd ever fucked a dog and so I told him all about Maria and Les. Far from disgusting him, this made him want to see his dog fuck me. He and Moose have had a rough time with women. Ken has brought a couple women back to his house that Moose has tried to leg hump. None of these women took this well and told Ken to get the dog out of the house or they were leaving. He always put Moose out in the yard when this happened. One time though, Moose nosed open the screen door and came back in the house to find Ken lying on his back on the floor in his bedroom with his date riding him. Moose tried to join in, with rather ugly results (the date didn't think much of this idea). That planted the seed in Ken's mind, though, that it might be fun to share a woman with Moose. Thursday night that seed came to fruition.

Wearing only a knee length dress and no underwear, it didn't take long to prepare myself for Moose. I pulled the dress up above my waist and lay down on the floor with my legs spread and Moose knew just what to do. He glanced at Ken as if to ask if this was okay, then dove in. After just a couple of seconds sniffing he started licking. Being eaten by a dog is nothing like being eaten by any man or woman I've ever been with. When you're being eaten by a person, they at least have some notion that this is for your pleasure as much as theirs and proceed accordingly, concentrating on the clit and responding to your moans, groans, and occasional directions. You don't get that from a dog. Moose just wanted to lick up my juices. The occasional licks of my clit were merely incidental to him, as he tried to bury his snout in my pussy. I'm sure you've noticed that a dog's tongue is longer than a person's (I've never been with Gene Simmons). This means that I had Moose's tongue farther up in me than any tongue I've ever had in me before. His tongue was as deep in me as most dicks go. Les never went at me like this. Les is pretty much an external licker. I guess he's lazy. If he could have, Moose would have stuck his whole head in my pussy. Unfortunately he couldn't, though, and after a couple of minutes of having that long strong tongue flailing wildly away in my pussy I really needed to be fucked.

Whether because Maria trained him to be that way or because it's his nature, Lester has always been a missionary position dog with me. Moose struck me, though, as a doggy dog, and after pushing his head away from my cunt and pulling my dress all the way off, I turned my back to him and got on my hands and knees. I couldn't believe how quickly he was on me. His front paws and legs tightly clamped onto my sides and at first his dick missed my pussy. I quickly guided him in with one hand, almost falling over because of his weight, and he immediately and furiously started fucking me. Moose's dick is about six or seven inches long and very thick and shaped like a, well, like a dog's dick (how do you describe the shape of a dog's dick? They're like some kind of weird tuber). And very firm. When Les fucks me, it's almost like a man fucking me who happens to be trapped in a dog's body. Moose quite clearly was a dog. A big, strong, brutal dog. He fucked me as hard as I've ever been fucked. Just as he tried to bury his whole head in my pussy while he was eating me, it now felt like he wanted to get his whole body, penis first, into me. Though it only lasted about a minute, this was as good a fuck as I've ever had. Then he came.

Dogs have a lot of cum. Some guys cum as much, but not many. Dog cum is different, though. It's a little thinner, and slicker. It smells and tastes different, too. Not worse. Just different. After he was done cumming and pulled out, I was pretty tired. He had been so rough that I'd been a little nervous and tense while he was fucking me, afraid that he might hurt me. Aside from the tremendous release I felt when he came in me, I was a bit relieved when it was over and I hadn't got hurt. I wanted to lick him clean when he was done, but I lacked the energy to crawl over to the corner where he was already licking himself off. Ken made up for it. He'd been stroking himself during our show and as I lay on my back on the floor he kindly kneeled over me and jacked off in my mouth. Then, while I was savoring that, he surprised me. He started licking my pussy.

One of the "developments" in sex that I really love is the new willingness of straight guys to eat cum. Until about 5 or 6 years ago I had only been with a couple of guys who were willing to eat their own cum, to go down on me after fucking me. Hell, most guys wouldn't even kiss me on my mouth after I let them cum in it, which I've always found interesting, since virtually all men prefer a woman who swallows rather than spits. I suspect that part of the resistance to this was the association with eating male cum to homosexuality. Starting about five years ago, though, I started meeting more and more men who were not only willing but eager to eat cream pies. I'm not sure how this has cum about, but I suspect it has something to do with porn, or even more precisely porn on the internet, and the need there to keep pushing the boundaries of sex to new extremes to compete with other sites. Whatever the reason for this, I'm happy for it. I've always been a fan of cum eating and one of my new and increasingly frequent sources of pleasure is tasting the mixture of a man's cum and my own from his tongue and lips. Now I'm finding more and more guys who will also happily eat their cum out my ass and even quite a few who don't hesitate to eat other guys' cum out of me. Now I have Maria and Ken who will eat their dogs' cum out of me.

He started slowly, as if he wasn't sure about what he was doing, or whether he wanted to do it. Maybe he was nervous about how Moose would react. Moose was ignoring us, though, and after finding that the taste and consistency weren't disgusting, Ken started licking and probing away at me with almost the same vigor that Moose had brought to the task. Ken very considerately paid some attention to my clit, though, and he soon had me cumming. Whether it was my cumming, or eating dog cum, or the combination, Ken was very soon hard and in me, fucking away while I licked at the dog cum on his face and in his mouth. Because he had just cum a couple minutes before it took him awhile this time, and after he finally came we both just lay there, too content and tired to move. After a couple minutes, Moose got up from his corner and plopped down next to us with a loud sigh. The three of us just lay there for a long time. Ken on top of and in me, Moose leaning against us. I don't know when I've ever been so content after being fucked.

So now I have a new desire, to add to my desire to be fucked by a horse, though I think this one will more easily and quickly be realized, I want to be double-fucked by a man and a dog. I think Ken and Moose may be the pair who can and will do it for me. I'll let you know.