Well Kate, Robert, Owen and Sam are arriving tomorrow after nearly two weeks with Robert's family in Portugal. They should be as brown as berries! I'll try and get Laura to keep the family diary again.
I was looking through my kinky outfits, what with the fun we had at Kate's, and her coming over here to England, it seemed a neat idea. Not that it's a very extensive collection. I prefer getting undressed to dressing up. So I was just having a peep, dusting off, trying on.
Slipping on my wedding dress is always major weird. Kate had carried it off so beautifully. But then her dress shouted "slut bride"! Whereas mine whispers "didn't know her arse from her elbow".
I won't admit how many years it's been since it was used in anger. But I will admit it still fits! I sashayed out on to the landing and twirled to watch my train swish behind me. And for a moment I'm that twenty-one year-old girl being lead down the aisle by my Daddy. I wanted to show off. I bustle into the study. Jack is sat in front of the PC, a little boy in a big black leather executive chair.
I make him jump. Lost in concentration, looking at some grot on the PC, his brains in his dick, staring with confused intensity at pictures of heavily pregnant naked women, his latest fetish.
"What do you reckon?" I coo, stepping out a leg and slowly pulling up my dress to reveal more and more of my pale cream legs, all the way up my thigh, till my panties sneaks into view, before I let my dress fall and swish off to my bedroom feeling quite giggly, and regretting I hadn't put on the full gear: stockings, garter and veil. Jack grunts semi-approval, probably cross that he'd been discovered "at it" again.
I slip out of the wedding dress and totter back into the study with my next outfit: a shiny black PVC jumpsuit that zips up from the pussy to the neck, with a black leather studded collar, and thigh length black leather stiletto boots over fishnet stockings. I match straight up to my little boy and smartly slap his mouse holding hand with the firm tip of my riding crop.
"Did I give you permission to abuse yourself, boy?"
Jack grins at my mock sternness. I push the crop up under his chin and tilt his face up to meet my eyes, "Well?"
"er ... no ... Mistress Mum ..." he stutters, struggling to get into role for the sudden appearance of his Dommie Mummy.
I swivel the chair so it's facing me, and raise my foot so it rests between Jack's boyish legs, my heel resting lightly on his groin. "Fancy that, do you, boy?"
"Er ... oh .. yes Mum"
I press down firmly with the heel of my boot against my son's stiff little penis, forcing his erection against his soft hairless ball sack (which feels quite weird before the testicles have dropped).
"Oh yeah, Mum, ... er, I mean, Yes Mistress Mum!"
"Better" I remark, but keep up the pressure on his cock.
I bend down and plant a soft Mummsy kiss in his hair, and then slip the dog collar over the top of his head, and tighten it round his neck, before clipping on the leash. The harsh leather collar has a small tin name plate - Butch - it mocks.
"Come on dog boy, heal!". Jack slides off the chair and goes down on to all fours. With a sharp tug of the leash, I walk off back to my bedroom, my son padding quickly along the floor behind me.
"Sit!" Jack tucks his feet under his legs and gazes up at me admiringly as I undress in slow deliberate moves.
My son is hard for me. Really vein bursting, rock solid, purple headed uncomfortably hard. Pity puberty hasn't arrived. But it must be so close for him to be so clearly sexually aroused.
I kneel in front of him, naked except for my own choker, and as I push the gag-ball softly into his mouth, and fix the strap of the gag round the back of his small head, I feel the hotness of his soft breadth strain my erect nipples.
I his little hand and attach the first cuff to his wrist. With a sharp snap, I pull his arms together round his back and attach the second cuff.
I remove my choker and drap a strings of pearls across my chest. I slip on a kinky red mesh net top - more net than top - and step carefully in a black strap-on holster. I rummage in my drawer for a second, to find the right toy, and pull out a short 6" black dildo studded with small blunt studs all round the shaft and a fat bulbous head, and snap into place.
Jack, with eyes the size of small planets, gazes at his Mummy's plastic penis. But I check myself. I fell SO frustrated. So full of desire. But I always said, puberty is natures handy hint that a child is ready for sex, no matter how fantastically ready he looked now.
So lamely I slip back out of my kinky things put on my jeans and tee shirt, before releasing him from his father's bondage gear. He give me a brief cuddle and then trots off back to look at naked women on the computer. And I get busy with tea to chase out the image of my cute little boy all fixed up.
No time for details! Me + Rita (12, red hair, cut in a boyish bob, A-cups, tiny botty) in the girls loo after lunch. I eat her soft downy pussy. She cums for me. She eats my summer bald pussy. I cum for her. I lick her tiny little arse while she pisses over my face and fiddles gently with my clit. I cum for her. I lick her pussy and finger her arse. She cums for me.
And then I help her with her maths homework.
Yes, I know that's a snatched hurried description, but it was a snatched hurried affair! And look, another exam paper to mark! Yum!
Well apologies for the blogging rate having taken a dive. Kate is off in smart resort in Portugal for two weeks, before coming here for a further week's holiday. Lucky her. Laura is in bed a great deal - alone - in between exams and clubbing. Lucky her. And I'm lion taming classes that are getting increasingly frantic as the summer holidays approach. Lucky them. And wading through hundreds of exam papers, so that I can have a bit more money when I get to go off on holiday and as something extra to put on my CV (resume - if you're from the US). Even my hubby is chasing some young child-man - 23 or something. You know those times when everyone else is having fun, and you're not invited! That's me :(
I'd like to say that life has been one great big wet pussy of hard-on spurting erotic adventures, featuring Rita, my special schoolgirl friend, and my chum Rose and her horses, and of course my beautiful family. I'd like to say that, but I can't.
I am so so snowed under with boring stuff I just want to run and hide. I've been too busy for Rita. I went riding with Rose - which certainly stimulated my fanny (both English and American fannies) but only in ways that made it difficult to walk.
As for my family, hubby Anthony's tripping the light fantastic with a new boyfriend, little Jack is out playing football till 11pm at night, and Laura is either locked in her room revising for her GCSEs or out clubbing getting completely smashed with her mates. Leaving me with the cat (no, don't go there) and a pile of exam papers to mark.
So I'm kind of hoping that I'll be amused this weekend by something ... at least I brought back a good selection of girlie toys from NYC.
OK, sort of recovered from a family overdose. And if smooching and cuddling was major news to you hardcore freaks I'd record every lip gloss sucking experience. But since I got away with not exposing Jurgen to my sister's cumly charms - beyond a handshake and continental kisses on the cheeks - no, not those cheeks, the face ones - then I don't see why I should inflict you lot on him.
Actually, it's rather charming to have an innocent (not obviously kinky) lover. I have these lovely corrupting thoughts that play around my head. It's ages since I corrupted anyone.
I don't have Emily's access to fresh young meat every year. So I'm just enjoying toying with Jurgen's boundaries. Are all men sex monsters (if they can get away with it)? I always thought so - but is that just my experience of having been a sex worker? I'm sure there are a few saints out there who can't handle sexuality, but are there straight men who just want straight sex? Seems unlikely to a poly lover like me, but Jurgen is challenging that at the moment, and it is nice.
Oh, common Em/Laura, you must of recovered by now!
OK, here's the last entry in my New York diary. Sorry for the delay. But ... boring stuff.
Well I'm totally knackered now. We partied Friday. Flew back home yesterday night. I slept this morning, till Mum got me up. Bet I'll be dozing at my desk tomorrow. But wanted to finish this before it all becomes a blur to quickly.
Shopped like mad things on Friday - just for normal gear. And Kate took Jack and me to Owen's playschool where they were having an end of term party, which was very sweet. All those tiny kids with their funny little American accents.
In the evening we all got a bit frantic as it was our last night all together. Uncle Robert complained he hadn't spent enough time with me and Mum. But Auntie Kate said SHE wanted to have more time with me alone. Wasn't I the lucky princess. But before they started arguing, Mum insisted that we should all play together again, as it might not be so easy when Kate & Co. come back home for a week in a few weeks, as she'll be staying at Granny's.
But before we got started Kate decided to get the little ones off to bed, as they'd had a long day in the sun and were getting over tired. So she and Mummy took Owen and Sam off for a bath all together. Leaving Uncle Robert to spirit me into the main bedroom with an evil glint in his dark blue eyes.
He quickly dropped his trousers and pulled down his pants. "Would you help me?" he asked, holding up his cock, "I want to change my jewellery". Uncle Robert has his cock pieced through the skin underneath the base of his cockhead. It's called a Frenum (says Mum). So I knelt in front of him as he held his cock flat to his stomach. I took out the barbell he usually has in, and inserted a thicker ring with a bead in it. Naturally, Robert got hard as I fiddled about.
I sort of assumed he was "tooling himself up" for my benefit, as he helped me off with my top, bra, hipster jeans and panties. But instead, he helped peel my undies out from the crack of my arse, only to step into them and pull them up. Of course, the flimsy black nylon mesh of my thong couldn't really contain my Uncle's willy. Robert thanked me and went off to get dressed - pointing at Kate's wardrobe with a wave of his hand, suggesting I find something I liked.
I decided on Kate's black cat suit. It only took a second to clamber into, and with a black studded choker, looked real nice - though the chest was a bit tight for me and I couldn't do the zip up passed my titties (I have D-cups, Katie has B-cups). As I sat, putting on a face, Mum and Auntie Kate came in wearing towels as turbans and nothing else. They were all giggly. Sometimes you can just see them as little girlie sisters together. I left them for the living room.
Dad and Uncle Robert had both crossed-dressed - Dad with full face make up. Together they were busy tiring up poor little Jack. I watched amused, smoking a joint Robert had rolled.
Mum came in, wearing just her black see-through thong and matching teeny-weeny string bra. "Come on, let's get started, Kate will be ages." She knelt down by Dad and Robert and put her hands up their dresses and began fondling their cocks and balls. "I think I fancy Nasty tonight!" Mum grinned, as both men howled - I couldn't stop giggling as Mum squeezed their testicles tight.
Mum went down on Daddy's cock first, fully using her teeth to scrape up and down the length of his cock, while her fingers mangled both men's balls. She guided Uncle Robert to bend over (by tugging on his balls) and brace himself, then guided Daddy up into Robert's arse. I couldn't help giggle, watching my Daddy in a dress - hitched up round his waist - start to bugger Uncle Robert, also in a dress - gathered up over his bum.
Kate came in, wearing her wedding dress. Wow! She looked SO beautiful. Lace flowered headband with a long white veil. Long satin white sleeves that ended at her shoulder, plunging to a bare back and a daring completely open front, except for three layers of white mesh veil, embroidered with flowers. You had to stare carefully, but you could quite distinctly make out her bare breasts - especially the erect nipples - under the simmering layers of mesh. She looked just as lovely as she did on her wedding day - except that the front of her dress was hitched up where a long black plastic dildo was poking out of her groin.
Kate positioned herself behind Daddy, and with Mum's help, pushed her plastic cock up Daddy's bottom. Dad really liked that, being arse-fucked by Kate as he arse-fucked her husband while Mum mangled his balls. It wasn't really surprising when he suddenly lost it and started cuming up Uncle Robert's arse, big time.
As Dad pulled out of Uncle Robert, Mum dragged Jack - who was bound hand and foot - over so he could suck Daddy's spunky shitty cock clean. She then used her hands to open up Robert's buttocks so she could push her face into his cheeks and worm her tongue up to clean out his spunked arse. And Kate pulled out of Dad and stepped over to me.
I thought she was going to make me clean Daddy's shit off her dildo, but instead, she unzipped my cat suit all the way down, opened my legs, and pushed her shitty cock firmly up my pussy.
She started to fuck me strongly, roughly, almost like a man. Except I could pinch and squeeze her wobbling titties and sweet warm milk would express from her tall nipples, dribble through the mesh of her wedding dress, and into my sucking mouth. That was hot.
Out of the corner of my eye, I watched Mum go down on all fours, pushing her face to the carpet and raising her arse in the air. Robert stood above her for a moment, stroking his cock. The ring I'd put in earlier gleaming in the light. He then bent over Mum, forced her arse crack open with his hands, and inserted his jewelled cock into my Mum's lubed arse. Mum squelled and grunted like an animal, complaining in one breadth, and begging in the other.
I couldn't see what happened next as Kate pulled out of me and clambered on top, acres of wedding dress and all. She pushed her wet twat into my mouth, and made me eat her for the next half hour or so. I was aware of getting wet and sticky - which turned out to be from my Dad pissing on Auntie Kate as she rode my face. I heard Mum cum, and then cum again, followed a couple of minutes later by my Uncle.
When I finally surfaced from underneath Kate's climax, Jack and me seemed to be the only ones with any puff left. So I crawled over to him, and started to work his cock up into something useable. His face was disgusting, a smelly "chocolate" cream from where he'd been forced to clean off Daddy's cock. Mum's face, from licking out Robert's arse, was even worse. Mum lent down to kiss Jack full on down to the tonsils. Mega Gross! Especially as her hair was all dark and wet and her face all shiny - presumably from Uncle Robert pissing over her head.
As if to underline the point, Kate stood up on weak legs, hitched up the front of her wedding dress - pushed the dildo harness to one side - and let go a torrent of piss on the back of Mum's kissing head and all down her bare back.
Mum turned to accept some of the shower into her pouting mouth, but was quickly drowned by the thick sheet of urine fountaining from Kate's pussy. Mum coughed and gagged in the face of the drenching. And then suddenly it stopped.
Mum turned her pissed covered face back to kissing Jack.
With the pissing and my hand job, Jack had grown a useful cock and I climbed on top of him and sank myself down his hard thin shaft. The others gasped - I NEVER play with my brother.
Jack fucked me like a humming bird. It was good. Dad came and stood beside me, wanking his cock up to a second stiffy. Uncle Robert decided this was a good idea, and did the same on the other side of me. I rode Jack's pumping cock and alternately sucked on my Dad's and Robert's cocks. Dad was the first to break, suddenly grabbing the hair on the top of my head and forcing my face into his ejaculating cock. Streams of jizz spunked all over my forehead, across my eyes and down my nose, till he thrust his cock into my mouth.
I cleaned dad off with my tongue and then reached forward to drag Mum off Jack's face. We kissed and exchanged cum and spite. Mum - shitty faced - licked the cum off my face. I held my breath. Before she returned her cummed mouth to kissing Jack and I turned my attentions to Uncle Robert's cock, which was still dirty from travelling up Mum's arse.
As I sucked him off, Jack's thumping cock started to work it's dirty magic, and I realised I was about to cum. I dragged Mum's head off Jack's face by her hair, and forced her into my chest, where she quickly bit and pinched and sucked and chewed on my titties. Between Mum's and Robert's and Jack's, I came - big fucking screamy full lungs cum, wave after wave. A real wrecking cum.
I slid off my brother, and Mum took over, stuffing Jack's cock up her cunt and gobbling Robert's cock down her throat. Robert put both hands on the back of Mum's head, and pushed his cock all the way down her throat - all the way, till his balls were pressed up against her chin. Mum gagged, but continued to blow Robert, despite choking.
He waved me over, and I kneeled beside my Mum and pressed the side of my head against hers, as he whipped out his cock from Mum's salvia dripping mouth and started to spurt cum first over Mum and then the last dribbles over my face.
Behind us, we could hear Kate rasp as she neared another climax. She was watching us, with Daddy's face sunk between her open legs. Mum took me by the hand and we stood either side of Kate. Mum pulled up her cunt skin so that the red raw valley of her pussy was exposed, leaned forward with her hips, and strained her bladder to pee.
I don't really like pee games that much, but I know Auntie Kate gets off on it, so I copied my Mum. For a while, nothing. Kate looked up from pussy to pussy, pinching her nipples till the milk flowed over her fingers, waiting to see who would go first.
It was me. Just a single spurt at first, straight across her wedding dress. Then a nervous trickle, which I played up her body, her dress turning yellow wet-dark in my trail, up over her hands, on to her neck and then straight into her face and her waiting open mouth.
Then Mum joined me with a much thicker piss - quickly flooding Kate, as the piss ran out the corners of her mouth, down her neck and between her plump milky titties, finally flowing over her tummy and down her side to puddle round her bum. Kate started cuming, and drowning and drinking and choking and cuming all the more, all at once.
I pissed on the back of Dad's head to spur him on to chew harder on Kate's clit, but Mum kept on filling Kate's mouth remorselessly.
My stream wilted and stopped. But Mum kept on, steady, focused, pouring pint after pint of hot nearly clear urine into her sister's jaw-locked open mouth. Finally Kate couldn't take it anymore, and turned her head away, gasping for air. Mum continued to piss down the side of Kate's head and neck for a few more moments, and then finally she was empty.
And we were all fucked, completely. So Robert got out his cocaine stash, and laid out a few lines on Kate's bald pussy, and we took it turns to have a snort coke off Kate's cunt (except Jack, who was sent to bed - and of course Kate, who did it the traditional way, off the coffee table). That put a whiz back into our steps and we carried on drinking and talking and laughing and dancing till 5am. Which was intense.
I assume you guys are even more knackered than we are! having an over-excitable three year old all day around the apartment (now that school is over for Owen) doesn't help me much.
It was lovely to see you all, lovely to have some time together. And it won't be too long until we'll be over to see you again. Thanks Laura, for keeping the diary, you're forgiven for not having blogged much while you've been revising. Good luck with the exams, darling.