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Southern Interracial Trysts on the plantation. By Bardot1990. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. Annie's new swim mate Annette peered cautiously thru the bushes. The young blonde paused, carefully placing each step. She was barefoot and she didn't want to roust any critters. Though she knew this path well it always paid to be watchful. She heard a splash nearby and knew it for what it was. It was Charlie, her brother's black friend and fishing partner. He was swimming alone in the pool. She steeled her nerves to set herself. This is it. One last look up the trail,The black boy swam joyously in the spring. He was a slave. He'd sneaked away from the house, as was his custom, on the premise of going to chop some wood. Then he'd made a beeline for his favorite water hole and taken an hour for himself. He heard Annette's song before she came around the bend in the creek, just as she'd planned. Dressed only in a white shift that came down to her knees, Annette knew what she would find at the spring: ripples. Charlie was gone like a ghost. He couldn't afford to be caught swimming at midday on a workday. But Annette knew where he was. She'd spied on him for weeks. She'd watched his ablutions from a hidden vantage point, watched the clear water cascading over his muscular frame as he swam. She'd watched him step naked from the pool, marveling at the size and girth of his penis, even in cold water. She knew that towards the end of his hour he would step out of the pool, have a leisurely smoke and then slowly masturbate, pumping himself faster and faster by degrees until he reached climax. At the moment of release he would stand up and see how far his ejaculate would fly. On good days he could get a 5-foot pop. Occasionally her brother Ben would meet Charlie at the pool. The two boys were the same age and had grown up together. And while Charlie was technically Ben's slave, the boys were good friends. On several occasions Annette had spied them masturbating for distance and laughed about it afterwards. Charlie invariably won, but not by much. Ben had an admirable cock of his own. Now Annette feigned caution as she stepped gingerly up to the pool. She knew Charlie could see her. She wanted him to think she sought solitude. She looked back up the trail to see if anyone was coming (though she knew no one was). She craned her neck to peer into each crevice and cranny of the woods surrounding the pool. Satisfied that no one was around, Annette shed her shift and stood naked on the bank. She folded her shift smartly and laid it neatly under a tree. Then she stood up and stretched like a great jungle cat. She preened on her toes and bowed her legs like a ballerina. Her pendulous breasts swayed with her movements, making her seem unsteady. But she knew what she was doing. She cupped both breasts and turned them upwards toward her face. The pink nipples were perfectly shaped. She felt a tingle of delight and a deep warmth in her groin. Now she moved her right hand down to her mound of silky blonde pubic hair to caress her clitoris ever so gently. She slid the length of her middle finger over that sensitive member. She felt it spring to life under her touch. It protruded from her pubic mound like a small, budding penis. Partially aroused, Annette stepped into the spring. The cold-water shock cooled her ardor some. She waded out until the water reached her hips. Then she struck out gamely into a standard stroke. She swam completely across the clear pool, stood up and swam back. She knew that Charlie was underwater somewhere, sucking on a reed for oxygen. She knew the boys' tricks. Annette had always been Ben's annoying younger sister, prying into the their antics, tattle taling and trying to get their attention. Now she'd grown into a voluptuous young woman. She wanted a different type of attention. Annette knew this spring well. She'd grown up here. It wasn't hard for her to spot Charlie's air reed or the dark spot beneath the clear water where none ought be. She struck out across the pool again, this time moving in Charlie's direction. She crossed the deep channel and stood up about ten feet from Charlie's hiding spot. She stood up on the gravelly bottom of the pool so that her breasts and part of her pubic mound were exposed. Then she threw her head back and wringed the water out of her hair like a mop. Charlie stood up. Instantly, Annette's hands flew up to cover her breasts and her groin, after the Aphrodite fashion. "What are you doing here, Charlie!" she declared disingenuously. The boy laughed. "That ain't the question, Miss Annette. What are you doing here, runnin' 'round with your cooch are all out? I'm gon' tell Ben." "Oh you didn't see that! You're not supposed to see that!" And she splashed away back across the pool. Charlie took off after her. When they reached the shallows again both teenagers stood up and began splashing each other like children. Charlie used both hands, but Annette still feigned modesty. She splashed with one hand while covering her breasts with the other. Finally, she shrieked, "You win! You win!" Then she hunkered down on her haunches so that the water reached her neck and covered the rest of her body in a thin veil of liquid crystal. Charlie stood over her smiling widely. At nineteen, he was only a year older than Annette. They'd grown up together, albeit on different sides of the nineteenth century social divide. This was not their first splash fight at this spring. "If you tell about seein' my cooch, I'll tell about you being here. You're supposed to be off chopping wood," Annie teased. "You won't tell," Charlie retorted confidently. "Yes, I will. I ain't a-skeered of you, Charlie." She turned from him and swam away leisurely. Charlie followed her, grabbed her by the foot, and threw her over so that she did a full somersault in the water. "Hey!" she said. This move resulted in another splash war, this one longer than the first. "Cut it out, Charlie. I ain't playin' wit' you! Cut it out!" She swam away again. This time she arched her butt out of the water so that Charlie could see the full cut of her vulva. When she surfaced a few feet away, Charlie said, "I seen your cooch again." Annette replied flippantly: "So? You wouldn't know what to do with it if you had it. I seen your peter rabbit a bunch of times. I seen you out here whackin' your pecker. You and Ben, both!" She laughed girlishly. Charlie charged after her. She shrieked and tried to swim away, but Charlie was faster. He grabbed her by the foot again, but this time he drew her to him. He grabbed her around the waist with his right arm and controlled her left wrist with his left hand. "What did you say? What did you say?" He wasn't hurting her. She laughed. "I said I see'd you whacking your pecker. This thing." Annie reached back and grabbed him by the base of his penis. She felt it flop against her forearm. She was again amazed at its heft and girth. At her touch it began to lengthen and harden up the line of her wrist. Charlie was shocked. This was little Annette, Ben's baby sister, a white girl no less, standing here holding his cock. Charlie released his grip on Annette's waist. Annie didn't release his penis in turn. She turned to look him in his eyes. "I seen you do it. Like this." She gripped his nuts with her other hand and stroked him fully erect in a matter of seconds. She pulled his bountiful foreskin back and forth across the rounded head of his penis as she had seen him do, using quick, back and forth jerks of her wrist. The effect was spectacular. Charlie's member sprang upward and outward, a full 12 inches from his kinky pubic mound. The angular ridges of Charlie's lithe, muscular abdomen tightened and flexed as blood rushed into his cock. When he was fully aroused, Annette said casually, "But, like I said, you wouldn't know what to do with it." She swam away from him again. Charlie sprang after her, this time with some difficulty. His erect cock swung back and forth comically, making his movements seem strained and awkward. Annette allowed herself to be caught just as she was entering the deep water. She arched her behind out of the water again so that Charlie could get a closer view of her hairy labia and the golden pink cleft in between. Charlie grabbed both her ankles and drew her back towards him in the shallow water, parting her legs as she came. Annette looked over her shoulder at him with feigned surprise. She fanned her arms like paddles in order to stay afloat. When she didn't fight, Charlie drew her back closer and closer until his erect dick was touching her pussy. He pulled her gently closer, attempting to gauge her interest in penetration. His dick slid up between her cheeks and bounced off her apple-shaped buttocks. Annette looked over her shoulder and giggled. "I told you that you wouldn't know what to do with it," she mocked. She wiggled away. Charlie waded after her, caught her and tried the same maneuver. Same result. Annette taunted him giddily. Again, she arched her butt out of the water to show him the cut of her pussy, but this time she rotated her behind sensuously like a bee, to tease him. Charlie wasn't any stranger to women. Still in his teens, Charlie hadn't been a virgin since the age of 11. A number of grown women had noted his fine features, rangy musculature, clear skin and the bulge in his trousers. This young white girl was taunting him. It was maddening. Charlie waded after Annette again. This time he grabbed her by the hips and arched her butt out of the water so that her vagina was again exposed. She didn't fight him. With her ass already up in the air, Annette leaned forward and parted her legs a bit to give him a better view. This time Charlie slid his penis downward between her ass cheeks until his straining member was positioned at the opening to Annette's twat. Using his thumb as a guide, Charlie pressed her labia apart. His dick slid easily up into her warm pussy. The silky blonde pubic hairs tickled him deliciously as they followed his shaft into her golden-pink slit. Annette's eyes widened in shock as she felt Charlie's heavy penis moving deeper into her cooze. She stood on her tiptoes to further accommodate him. Four inches deep. Six inches. Nine. At ten inches Annette felt full. She felt his thick helmet pressing firmly against her cervix, felt her labia straining wide to engulf more of his massive dick. Standing behind her, Charlie watched Annette's pussy tremble under the heft of his tremendous cock. Her pussy lips jerked and clenched involuntarily. She drew breath in gasps, as if being choked. Charlie held her in place with his dick as deep as it would go. When Annette tried to initiate a natural humping action Charlie held her tighter. He refused to start thrusting into her Instead, he contracted his pelvic muscles to pulse his penis rhythmically, all the while holding it tightly jammed against the back of her pussy. After a few moments of this sort of teasing, Charlie reached his hand around from behind to caress her vulva. He stroked her clitoris roughly with his middle finger. Annette slapped his hand away. She knew how to masturbate a good clit better than he. She began to stroke her own clitoris, seeking to elicit friction by pressing it against Charlie's shaft. They stood there connected at the genitals for several moments without moving. Both teens were shocked that they were actually 'doing it'. Finally, Charlie reached up to cup both her breasts with his hands. He withdrew slowly until he was halfway out of her pussy, then powered his dick back into her hole with a jackhammer thrust. Annette gasped. Charlie repeated the move. Each time he withdrew a little further. Each time his return thrust was a little harder and a little faster. Slow out. Fast in. Annette picked up the rhythm. Charlie watched from the rear mount position as his powerful dick cruised in and out of Annette's pussy. He could see her labia expand and contract with each thrust. He saw his withdrawals pull her hairy mound further and further from its position of safety between her legs, saw it quiver in anticipation of his next thrust, heard the spring water splashing rhythmically in concert with his insistent insertions. Charlie arched his back for maximum effect. He pulled his dick almost completely out of her pussy and fired back in wantonly with the return stroke. Annette loved it. The two teens strained against each other like this for five long, agonizing minutes. Charlie massaged her breasts furiously while driving into her. The cold water splashed upward to provide a sparkling dichotomy to their heated lust. After a time Annette could feel Charlie's breathing become more strained, fervent. His moans became prolonged, with a deeper timbre. She knew what that meant. Annette pushed him delicately in the chest. It was a declination. She tried to arch her pussy off his straining dick. Charlie didn't take the hint. He was insistent. "Charlie, stop it! You can't come inside me!" She gave a little hop, releasing his lever from her pussy. Charlie still gripped her by the tits. Though she hadn't climaxed, she pushed away from his embrace. "What's the matter?" he asked breathlessly. "You know what's the matter. You can't come inside me. I'll get in trouble. You'll get in trouble. How would I look with a mix-race pickanninny?" "You might not get big. Come on, Annie, lets finish," Charlie whimpered breathlessly. "How do you know?" she asked. His dick was still massively erect. It stood between them like a wild thing, seeking the warmth between her legs. There was no doubt that Annette wanted to finish, too. She was almost there. She knew that her words made sense. A white girl pregnant with a black child in Louisiana didn't have any future. But at least she'd be alive. Charlie would be killed. She didn't want that. Annette waded out of the water. She turned to face Charlie from the grassy bank. "You know you're not supposed to be touching a white girl anyway" she chided him. But there wasn't any conviction in her words. His hugely engorged organ was still straining between them. Too, their sex had been better than she'd expected. She really wanted to climax with his dick inside her. Annie's own extraordinarily sized clitoris poked visibly from beneath its sheath, indicating the depth of her arousal. Annette sat down next to her shift as Charlie stepped from the spring. She regarded him with a twinge of regret. "Look Charlie, if I show you something you can't tell anybody, okay?" Charlie was willing to try anything. She called him over. When he was standing over her, she gently cupped his balls with her fingertips. Then she guided his dick into her mouth. She circumlocuted his penis with her tongue, paying special attention to the sensitive nerves on the underside of his pudenda. Then she began to gently suck him, bobbing her head up and down. She pulled her blonde tresses back so that Charlie might watch her efforts more clearly. She gazed up into his eyes confidently. In less than a minute, Charlie erupted in her mouth. Annette sucked down as much cum as she could as quickly as she could. She didn't want Charlie to lose his tumescence. When she felt she'd drawn most of his load, Annette reached over and spread her shift across the grass. She lay back on it, then raised and opened her legs. "Put it in, Charlie. Put it in before it gets soft." Charlie willingly obliged. Her pussy was still wet. He knelt between her legs and placed the purpled head of his partially engorged cock against her clit. He rubbed the sensitive underside over and around her smaller sex organ. Annette moaned in anticipation. She endured as much of this teasing as she could. Finally she reached down to pry his hand from his dick. She gripped his cock resolutely and pointed it into her own wet, turgid flesh. She watched as his black dick disappeared into her pink pussy. Charlie mounted her in the dominant missionary position with his arms supporting his upper body from the grass. He began to pound her with quick strokes, trying to regain his full erection. It didn't take long. Annette was able to engulf his recently milked penis, but as he regained his power she was able to take less and less of him. Having climaxed a short time before, Charlie's cock was less sensitive, too. He began to punish her pussy with long, scimitar strokes. This is what Annette wanted all along. Doggie style, Annette's clit didn't get the attention it needed. But with Charlie arching into her from above she was able to ride the crest of his shaft as it slammed in and out of her sticky pussy. This was heaven. Oh, it was absolute heaven. Annie arched up on her shoulder blades to receive his strokes. She clinched her pussy lips together to provide him with maximum friction each time he withdrew. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead and upper lip as she fought to temper her own orgasm. They assaulted each other in this manner for several minutes. Charlie caught Annette's lambent gaze and locked her eyes with his as he probed every inch of her slippery, pink pussy. He felt the firm but smooth, bumpy ridges in her deep vagina as he slid back and forth, felt her warm pussy walls caressing and tugging at his thick foreskin, laving him with her naturally aromatic lubricants. Annette was amazed at the wealth of sensations she elicited from the feel of Charlie's shaggy foreskin moving inside her. His penis was thick enough, but his rugged foreskin provided her with enormous pleasure. It was pliable and rangy and it added indescribably rich friction to her inner pussy walls. She concentrated on sucking at it with her powerful vaginal muscles. Each time she contracted her pussy, both of them moaned in delight. Now fully erect, two inches of Charlie's massive member still stood out from Annette's pussy. Try as she might, she couldn't get his whole dick inside her. "She took the ten but left the two." From her supine position beneath, she looked down between her tits to watch as Charlie arched and preened inside her. His dick looked like a black lever with thick veins encircling his shaft in bold relief. She watched her golden mound expand and rotate to accommodate his surging thrusts. "God, it's so big!" she thought. "If he stands up, I think he can support my whole body!" But Charlie wasn't thinking about standing up. He manipulated Annette's knees up until they brushed against her breasts. Then he cupped Annette's head in the crook of his elbow and jammed his tongue in her ear. His tongue was hot and rough. Charlie tugged at Annette's earlobes with his teeth while he slowly ground his dick in and out of her pussy. The sensation was ethereal. Annette whispered harshly, "Fuck me! Oh fuck me its so good! Go deep deep deep deeper! Oh that's it! Fuck Me!" Her visceral sexual comments transmuted, by degrees, into a long, guttural groan. She rotated her hips obscenely, ever faster, causing his massive organ to plumb every crevice of her moistened slit. She would do a triple rotation, a tight muscular contraction and then four or five arching hits so that Charlie punished her cervix with his long, deep thrusts. The two teens began to sweat salty rivulets. Finally Annette could take it no longer. She signaled the onset of her climax with a series of high-pitched "Ohs!" Then she rolled over into a position astride Charlie. His dick popped out because of her haste, but only for a second. Annette grabbed his cock roughly, positioned it again at her opening, and slammed down on it as far as it would go. She grinded her clitoris as best she could against his kinky pubic mound. The sensation drove her into paroxysms of pleasure. Her whole body tightened up like a rubber band, then exploded in a series of involuntary jerks, accompanied by her deeply sexual moans. It was hot outside. As her orgasm overcame her, the two were suddenly engulfed in the pungent odor of their coupling. Annette skittered down from her crashing climax, only to realize that Charlie was still fully erect inside her. He smiled up at her bemusedly. Her animated orgasm had pricked his own sensitivity. He was ready to come again. Annette could sense it. "Oh no you don't!" she said as she leapt off his dick. "You crazy, you know that?" Without hesitation she took his member back into her mouth. In no time she'd sucked another load of semen from the boy. Charlie was active in the process. He moved between her mouth and her pussy several times during the coupling. When he finally erupted he was so far down her throat that she almost gagged from the volume of his ejaculate. She held him there in her mouth as his member softened, alternately sucking and licking his dick tenderly. She could smell the aroma of her own pussy on his dick and in his springy public hairs. Charlie held her head with both hands as she slowly bobbed and licked away his remaining cum. Now sated, the two teenagers lay astride the sward on their backs, breathing deeply. "How long you been wantin' to do dat, Miss Annie?" "Me? You're the one that's been out here tossing off into the pool. I seen you. Me and Tilly, too." (Tilly was Charlie's cousin). "Tilly! She been out here, too?" "And Mary Lynn. And Suzy, too" "Suzy! So dat's why she been looking at me funny! I thought I had a booger in my nose or sump'n. You had all dem out here? Together? Do Ben know? He like Mary Lynn. He wanna do it to her!" "Mary Lynn is our cousin!" "Dat ain't what Ben say. He say dey just say she's cousins 'cause her dad and yo' dad is good frien's. He say she ain't no blood kin of your'n" "I'm going to tell her!" "You do and Ben'll give you a whuppin'" "Well, Mary Lynn thinks we're cousins. She seen Ben's peter and she said it was nice but she said she couldn't have it. She said she wanted Your peter rabbit cause it's big!" She reached down to grab his penis, flopping it around like a big, loosely jointed cudgel. "But I got it first!" she giggled. "No you didn't." "What do you mean, I didn't?" "I did it to Tilly two years ago. Up in de barn." "Oh! She didn't tell me that! She lied to me!" "I did it to her twice. And I did it to her again last Christmas when ever'body went to church 'n left me here to watch out. She tole old massuh that she was sick. But she wasn't. She just wanted to do it." "Where'd y'all do it at?" "Right in the pussy!" "No, silly. Where at? In the barn? In the shed?" "You won't tell nobody?" "Nope." "In de front room." "In our house? In the front room in our house?" "Yep." "If daddy finds out he'll skin ye." "If you ain't tell him, he won't find out." "I ain't gonna tell him. But you know Tilly. She gots a big mouth." "She ain't tell you about it, I did." "That's the only thing she didn't tell me about. She tells me everything else. Did you like doin' it to her? Is her pussy better'n mine?" Charlie laughed. "Her pussy ain't as deep as your'n. You got a big un. 'An you gots more hair on your'n. I like that." She reached over and half-heartedly punched him in the shoulder. "My pussy's the best! And don't you forget it!" Charlie reached over and grabbed her with two hands. They began to tussle in the grass, rolling over and over, backwards and forth, but with no real animus. Predictably, the feel of Annette's heavy breasts and her furry mound pressing against his naked body caused Charlie's nature to rise. He was young. And this was fresh, new pussy. Annette felt the distinct poke of his hardening penis and began to wrestle him in earnest. She was a big farm girl, almost six feet tall, and very strong. As Charlie sought the downy warmth between her legs, she clenched her thighs together tightly, acting as if she just wanted to wrestle. Charlie couldn't seem to pry her legs apart. Annette would wrap her legs around his torso or stomach or lower legs, depending on the wrestling hold she was using. They rolled over and over in the grass, with neither able to gain a superior position. Finally, Annette gripped Charlie around the hips from the rear mount position and pressed her pubic mound against Charlie's bare behind. She intertwined her ankles around the back of his knees. From this doggie position, Annie reached around and grabbed his erect member to hold him in place. Then she cupped his balls and tried to stuff them into her slick, wet pussy as she straddled him from behind. It was awkward, but she succeeded in coating his balls with her pussy juices. She gingerly grinded her clit against his taint and nut sac. This only succeeded in getting Charlie frustrated. Each time she pressed the wrong spot, Charlie howled in anguish. His nuts were sensitive! Still, after some minutes of this play, his steaming penis was again fully erect. Charlie wrestled Annette into a position where he was sitting astride her stomach. His knees were on the ground on either side of her. His aching member protruded between her pendulous breasts. Charlie held her arms by the wrists, pinning them to the ground. She struggled, but she couldn't topple him from this position. She kept trying to swing her legs up around his neck to yank Charlie backwards, but the maneuver failed time and again. Charlie simply leaned forward each time to elude her attempts at toppling him. The two of them quieted a bit. They regarded each other. They'd known each other all their lives. They'd played together, prayed together, worked together, laughed together, teased and taunted. But never this. Holding her gaze, Charlie leaned forward slowly. Annette seemed to know what was coming. Charlie released one of Annette's wrists to brush hair from her face. She reached up to tenderly stroke his cheeks. Charlie leaned forward until their noses were almost touching. Annette met his gaze unflinchingly. Then slowly, ever so slowly, their mouths met in yet the briefest of kisses. When Annette didn't resist Charlie slipped his tongue out and danced it across her pink lips. She flicked out her tongue to encourage him. Their tongues intertwined. They kissed, lightly at first, but deeper and ever deeper. Sitting astride her, laying actually, Charlie's body crushed his stiffened penis against her abdomen. As they kissed she made undulating movements with her belly to simulate the muscular contractions of her vagina. She was ready. Charlie reached back again and gave her thighs a little push. Dutifully, Annette opened her legs into the characteristic sexual Y. Charlie arched up off of her stomach. He scooched back to crouch between her legs. Annie reached down, gripped him gently and pushed his pulsing member down towards her sweaty pussy. She twirled his pud at the sticky entrance to paradise, pushing her pink labia from side to side. She slid her engorged clit between the opening to his urethra and across the sensitive underside of his dick. It seemed she was almost trying to slide her clit into his urethra. The sensation of this female attempted insertion was frustrating to Charlie. Finally she positioned Charlie's rounded pudenda at the exact center of her mound. She released her grasp. Charlie pushed forward slowly, enjoying the delicious feel of again riding up into Annette's juicy pussy. He cruised inside her, enjoying the warmth of her cleft and the tickle of her silky hairs. Once hilted, he withdrew just as slowly, creating a vacuum that pulled her inner pussy lips unnaturally outwards. Her pussy lips expanded obscenely to accommodate his massive girth. This time there was no urgency in their coupling. Just slow, melodious strokes. They concentrated on kissing, probing each other's mouths while they fucked with an almost agonizing deliberateness. The sensations in their genitalia were secondary to the joy of kissing, suckling each other's tongues by turn. Charlie settled into a comfortable rhythm. Annie's probing tongue and her heaving pussy pushed him to sexual plateau. It was so good he didn't want to bust his nut. He just wanted to stay warmly ensconced inside her. It was clear that Annette knew exactly how to suck a dick with her pussy. She employed that art now. She kissed the black boy gently while savagely tightening her pussy walls around his probing missile. When he withdrew fully and sought again to penetrate, her labia closed around his shaft with an almost audible pop. She accentuated the move with a groan that emanated deep from within her soul. For Annette's part, she was all askew. She hadn't planned on kissing this black boy. She just wanted to fuck him. She wanted to feel his dick penetrate her torso. His kisses weren't unpleasant, but they seemed more of a social faux pas than the fucking. It was more, familiar. And yet, here she was with her tongue thrust boldly down his throat, firm as any penis, while his penis rode in and out of her love canal. His balls slapped insistently against her firmly rounded ass. It was all too much. In the heady liquid joy of their passion, Annette forgot where she was and whom she was with. All too soon she felt her passion bubble up to consume her. She felt the tightening rubber band again, the march up to ecstasy, the sudden release, the full-body spasms and jerks that signified her orgasm. She tasted his sweat, heard his drawn and muted breaths, felt the involuntary convulsions rippling up and down her pussy walls like an electric current, smelled the deep natural odors of human coupling. But, too, she felt Charlie tremble, quake and jerk. He'd come inside her. She felt the sticky eruption, felt the hot blobs of semen crashing against her cervix, felt the creepy flood of sticky cum oozing from her hole, dripping across her butt cheeks to linger ever so briefly before dropping to the ground beneath like honey dripping from a comb. "Charlie!" Charlie was still straining to pump the last vestiges of cum into her trembling twat. "Charlie, stop!" But he held her in place and finished delivering his load. Annette was about to panic. This was more than she'd bargained for. She'd believed she could control all of the orgasms today. Apparently not. Charlie arched into her, heedless of her struggles. "Charlie, let me up!" Her panic brought Charlie back to reality. She pushed his chest forcefully. He rolled off of her. Annette bounced up and ran over to the pool. She waded in up to her hips, contracted her pussy muscles and sucked water inside. Then she reversed the process and expelled the water forcefully. Charlie's milky semen clouded the water. Annette waded away from the cloudy water. She repeated the maneuver over and over until the cloudy mixture spewing from her vagina cleared. Charlie watched her bemusedly from the bank. "You weren't supposed to do that, Charlie!" "I couldn't help it. You said your pussy wuz good. You wuz right, Miss Annie." "Charlie, that's not funny! Supposed I get big? You're supposed to wait and do that in my mouth, Charlie! I showed you how, remember?" "Don't worry. I don't think you'll get big. Wasn't you wearing a rag just de other day?" "That's not the point, Charlie! "It is de point. You cain't gets big when you wears de rag." "Oh! You don't know nothin'! You're just a field slave!" She threw her fists up and down like a child in a fit of rage. Charlie lay back on the sward, propping himself up with his elbows. His penis was still partially erect, standing up a little off from his stomach. He'd had a powerful orgasm, though. "Come here," he ordered. Annette was still standing in the water, trying to figure out what else she could do. "Annette. Come here. I want you to finish." "What?" "Come here." His cum-slickened dick bounced weakly off his stomach. Picking up on his intentions, Annette shook her head. This young blacky didn't know what time it was. Still, she stomped over to him obediently, sat down and took his softening dick into her mouth. She tugged at it angrily and with none of the care she'd taken previously. She sucked at him mechanically. Yet her ministrations were half-hearted. She couldn't shake the idea of becoming impregnated by this, this, slave. Charlie was unable to maintain his erection under her assault. He could tell she was upset. Charlie pulled his penis from her mouth, pushed her back on the grass and pushed her legs open again. Annette thought he was going to try and push his semi-flaccid member back into her pussy. But Charlie knelt between her legs, bent his head and gave her pussy a long, leisurely lick that ended with the tip of his tongue tickling her clit gratuitously. From his position between her legs he looked up to see a look of shock and wonder on Annette's face. She hadn't expected this. All the boys she'd been with expected to be sucked, but they didn't want to lick. Charlie found the hooded piece of flesh that covered Annette's clit and pushed it aside with his tongue. Then slowly he ran concentric circles around her clit with the tip of his tongue, keeping his touch as light as possible. He knew Annette had come hard just five minutes prior. For her part, Annette was shocked to have Charlie's head between her thighs. No male, black or white, had performed this service for her though she'd long fantasized about it. Now, just as she was recovering from her earlier massive orgasm, this black boy with his thick lips and his hot tongue had her legs up in the air again. Charlie licked her pussy and kissed her clit with increasing passion. In response, Annette's clit began to stiffen. It rose from beneath its protective hood like a phallic incubus. It protruded from the top of her moistened cleft. Charlie closed his lips around it. He began to suck. Even though her little penis wasn't big enough to breach his full lips, the effect on Annette was astonishing. Within seconds Annette was crooning and trying to suppress shrieks of passion. She grabbed Charlie's head and humped his mouth with reckless abandon. "Oh, suck it, Charlie! Don't stop! Please! Suck it, Charlie! Please!" Charlie sucked as hard as he might. He flicked his tongue out to tickle her pussy lips. He jammed his tongue up her cooze. He sucked her clit ever harder. "Oh! Give me your tongue! Push it up in there! Suck it, Charlie! Oh, push it up! Suck it up. Argh!" Annette arched her hips. She held his head in place as she raked her clit back and forth across his lips, nostrils and tongue. She felt the hot, rough surface of his tongue expertly licking and laving her labia. All too soon Annette exploded in her strongest orgasm of the day. She shrieked so loudly that Charlie was afraid she'd be heard over at the farm. Charlie tried to cover her mouth with his hands but Annette slapped his hands away. She meant to express herself and she did. She locked her legs around Charlie's head for what seemed an eternity. She gripped him so tightly that he had trouble breathing. When finally she released him she knew she'd stumbled upon a gold mine. Cum inside or no, this boy was a gold mine. She knew she had to have this feeling between her legs again. She looked down and saw that her theatrical sexual orgasm had firmed his organ yet again. It swung heavily between his legs, slapping at his thighs. "Oh my god," she thought. "Not again!" To be continued. By Bardot1990 for Literotica.

This week's episode is the first of seven re-releases from season two. In the one about 'Choosing Yourself' you get a solo episode from '2020' me. My message has only deepened from here. Are you going through life being more than a little co-dependent? Being a people pleaser? A martyr? Always putting others first?Join the club. I've spent most of my life making those same choices.Sometimes these choices come from need. Sometimes they're incredibly useful and resourceful strategies, at moments when your safety depends on them. But that doesn't mean you need to stick with those same self-limiting decisions forever.As I've matured and my circumstances have changed - as I've built a life and a business that feels as good on the inside as it looks on the outside - I have really focused on my values. Value filtered living is where it's at!In this week's episode, I'm looking at why choosing yourself is the key to becoming a truly kickass and kind human.Listen on for:The disservice you're currently doing to yourself (and your people) and what you can do about it.The impact that choosing myself has had on my business and what I offer the world.Journaling prompts to help you define what choosing yourself really means for you, and figure out how to take action on that.AND for those of you who are 'new' to my world, or know me now, you'll get to see (or hear) the shift as this episode is really the marker for when I really started going all in on being 'more selfish, or self-full' - I'd love to hear what shifts in me you notice from then to now.Links & resources mentioned in this episode:Find me on InstagramThe Value Filter MasterclassMisfit to Maven: The Story of Argh to Ahhh - on Amazon=Next Steps:If you are ready to take your first next step, I invite you to get your Value Filter, which I lovingly refer to as YOUR COMPASS. It's my signature tool and a prerequisite for all my other programs. To find out more, and activate your inner GPS go here: https://www.ebonieallard.com/the-value-filterIf you're curious about your Human Design, you can get your free 'Embody your Design' chart and Report worth £49 for free as a gift HERE If you are looking to get The Kismet Codes Oracle Deck, go here: https://www.ebonieallard.com/kismet-codes-deck-oneTo talk to Ebonie about anything in this episode you can whatsapp her or DM her on Instagram. If you have enjoyed the podcast, please rate, subscribe and leave us a review as it really helps more people find us. Thank you. If you leave a review and send me a screenshot I'll send you a £10 credit note to use at www.eboniealchemy.com/products

The cherry date and the next phase of Ken's love life. By  PrairieDad1. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. “So, I'm going to be the first man to make love to you. Wow. I'm honoured.” he says. Come here baby. Daddy needs a hug. Angela steps into Kens open arms. They embrace. Bodies molded together. A tear runs down Ken's cheek. “I'm so happy right now. This is going to be a super special summer and extra special occasion. You sure do know how to turn a guy on, baby.” They laugh. “Yep, I can tell,” she says, laughing, feeling Kens erection pushing into her tummy. “Me too daddy. It'll be super special. I can hardly wait. I'm wet just thinking about it.”“Are you nervous babykins? I'll try not to hurt you,” he says. “Daddy, I just sucked your cock into my mouth. My first time ever doing that. So, no, you won't hurt me.” “I'm so proud of you baby.” Ken turns and holds Angela in his arms, embracing her tightly into his body. They continue their climb to the top, arriving at the pickup on the ridge. “Daddy's hungry again,” he says, with a big smile. “Can daddy have dessert, please?” “You can eat me anytime daddy.” Angela lowers the tailgate and jumps up into the box. “Dessert is served,” she says, laughing. “Come and get it.” And Ken does. Just like that the damp Daisy Mae's are discarded and Ken is looking at a bald pussy, drops of moisture beading up on the pussy lips. Lowering his face, he sucks the folds of skin into his mouth. Sitting up her arms supporting her with knees bent, legs spread wide, ass on the tailgate edge, she smiles and watches her lover, her adopted daddy. Driving Angela wild. Trying to hold her legs steady, and failing. Her body trembling, she cries out, "Argh, Fuck!” And cums. Her liquid arousal filling Kens mouth and covering his face, he licks and swallows. A happy man. Over the top happy. His young lover orgasming. And he doing what he likes best, Eating Pussy. Grabbing their blanket, he wraps and covers Angela before carrying her shaking body to the front door of the pickup. An hour later they arrive home and park in the driveway. All seems quiet. No one is around. Ken carries his lover into the house and straight to the shower in the washroom. Their early to mid morning adventure finished. What transpired that morning ignited a fuse within them both. During the following week Angela was constantly visiting Ken. Neither of them wanting to spend a moment separated. Kens fixation with ‘eating pussy' and Angela's discovery of how much she enjoy 'giving head' was a match made in heaven. So much so they ate and sucked their way to new heights of sexual fulfillment. Finally, the weekend was upon them. Laying in each others arms in the afterglow of making love, oral love, their faces covered with one another's CUM. Ken smiles “I do believe we should have a proper date this weekend. An in the city, fancy restaurant, 5 star hotel, a daddy and daughter romantic date. What sayeth you m'lady?” “I sayeth 'oh goody kind Sir'. Daddy gonna pop my cherry,” she asks, giggling. “We're gonna fuck like rabbits, over and over and over,” he says, laughing. “Fuck my brains out daddy. I want your big sausage inside me,” she says, a huge face covering smile. “But for now, I'll just suck you again” leaning over and taking Ken's cock into her willing mouth. “Oh no you don't. Me too,'” Ken says as he adjusts their bodies, laying on the bed with Angela positioned on top of him, her head over his cock, her pussy over his mouth. Both diving in, the sounds of slurping, sucking and licking filling the bedroom. Kens hands on Angela's butt, fingers pushing on her cheeks exposing and opening her small puckered asshole. Tongue licking and teasing the forbidden hole. Angela's tongue expertly licking the long thick veiny and hairy shaft. Opening her mouth and sliding her lips over his mushroomed cockhead. Swallowing him inch by inch into her mouth and throat. Her eyes watering, his girth stretching her mouth wide open. Using his tongue like a poker Ken pushes thru her puckered opening. A gasp, her body shakes. Moving her back and forth, her ass riding on his tongue. Bobbing her head up and down sucking on Kens thick girth, damp brunette hair hanging down over her face. Ken guides his tongue from asshole to pussy licking along the folds of skin. Angela shivers. Tasting her sweet nectar, flicking his tongue in and out of the wet pussy, her body shivers as an Orgasm builds within her. Her continued sucking is also building an orgasm within Ken. A loud gasp, an “Argh”, and Angela's sex is released in orgasm. Ken licks and laps up the river of sex, tasting his lover. Ken moans loudly, hips shaking, his cock erupting, again, with gobs of cum filling Angela's throat. She releases her toy and cum spurts over her cheeks, chin and breasts. She collapses on Kens body, Her mouth sore from so much exercising. They lay in the afterglow of sex, damp bodies relaxing, breathing slowing. Wrapping his arms around Angela, holding her tightly, fingers caressing her back, waist and bum, he falls asleep. Angela, her face resting on Kens flaccid cock, blinks her eyes closing them and drifting off to sleep. During the next week the sexcapades continued uninterrupted. Never tiring of one another. Their tongues and lips working magic with each other's body. The sounds of sucking and slurping filling Kens house. The yelps, gasps and screaming orgasms rocking their bodies. Whether shaking, shivering or tremoring, their bodies always reaching fulfillment. Cum and sex filling their mouths, covering their cheeks and licked up readily with their tongues. Never receiving enough, always wanting more, their ultimate goal: sexual bliss. In the end, two bodies collapsing in an entangled of arms and legs in exhaustion. As the week closes, Angela and Ken decide Date Night in the city is in order. Wanting their relationship to progress to the next level of Erotica, which for them, will be sexual intercourse. For Ken, it's the taking of Angela's cherry and she losing her virginity. And, in Angela's mind, the act fulfills a long-held fantasy, the fulfillment of her dream in becoming a woman living in the love and nurture of an older man, her reward for loving him. And maybe, just maybe, becoming a mommy. Angela smiles to herself. Friday arrives. Ken has already made all the arrangements for their weekend of romance. Their special date. Not wanting to overlook a thing and making sure everything is in order he goes over very detail. Angela, her life about to change forever through one act, her deflowering, giving up her virginity to a man. In her mind, no small act. She desires for this weekend to be as special as the event warrants. And wanting to present herself to Ken as the chaste and pure woman she is. She chooses a White Matte Strapless Dress, a sleek curve hugging tube dress with an hourglass cut. The colour of purity wrapped in a “fuck me” dress. Looking at herself in the full length mirror, even she is impressed with what she sees. She wonders whether they will even make it out of the driveway, never mind eating dinner before arriving at the hotel. She smiles. Wanting to create the perfect impression for Ken she believes she has succeeded. Leaving her bedroom and heading down the stairs, she hears the doorbell ring. “I'll get it” she yells out to her mom who is sipping wine on the living room couch. On seeing her, mom gasps, “goin on a hot date?” “You could say that,” Angela smiles. “I'll be gone until tomorrow.” As Angela makes her way to the door, her mom is thinking, 'our neighbour, Ken must be quite the guy to cause such a radical difference in my daughter. I'm so Fin jealous.' Angela swings the door open. Ken stands on the doorstep a bouquet of yellow roses in his hand, dressed in a black silk shirt and dress slacks. A long whistle sounds, surprise written in his eyes as he holds the bouquet out for Angela to take. “You are an extraordinary vision of purity and beauty Me'Lady.” Angela curtsies. “Thank you kind Sir.” Pointing to the floor, “I have a small shoulder bag,” which Ken picks up and then holds an arm out to guide her to the car. Opening the door and allowing Angela to slide into her seat, Ken watches closely. He walks around the car to the drivers door and gets in himself. Looking over at Angela, mouth open and speechless, he whistles again. Leaning back into her seat, legs crossed, thick nippled perky breasts outlined in elegant whiteness, long legs and muscular thighs on display, she holds the bouquet of yellow roses in her lap. A larger than life huge smile graces her face. Purring softly in a seductive voice, she says, “Take me to our honeymoon suite oh gracious King.” “Certainly Princess.” To say Ken is beyond aroused it an understatement for the ages. At this point he is questioning whether he'll make it to the hotel, never mind eating dinner. An evening of foreplay is in the cards. Forty five minutes later they are parked at the small Italian Restaurant. A romantic dinner awaits them. Ken Escorts his Princess across the parking lot, arm wrapped around her waist, hand on her butt, fingers caressing her matte covered flesh and a giant erection in his trousers. Escorted to their window view table toward the back of the dimly lit dining room, Ken seats his angel, before seating himself. They Sit beside one another facing the window and the view of the harbour, their backs to the rest of the dining room. Angela's hand rests on Kens cock. Kens hand rests between Angela's crossed legs, trapped. The foreplay continues. “Tell me what you are going to do to me tonight darling,” she says, her hand massaging his hardness. “If you don't stop turning me on even more than you have already, not much,” he says. Angela stops her massaging, a pout forming on her face. “I'm going to fuck you so hard and for so long you will be laying in a CUM lake,” Ken whispers. This brings a smile back to Angela's face. “Promise,” she says. “Before I do that, I'm going to eat your pussy and lick your ass,” Ken smiles. “My appetizer.” “Either I am peeing myself or you have me so wet. oh fuck,” Angela moans, “I'm cumming,” she says, leaning back in the chair, uncrossing her legs and spreading them. She shivers. Ken feels the moisture on his hand, lifts his fingers to his mouth and tastes them. “Yep, you came. Have a taste.” Their waiter arrives with a bottle of wine, takes their food order and departs. “That was intense, what just happened to me. I like our foreplay. I'm so fuckin ripe.” she wispers. “Oh baby, you ain't seen nothin yet,” Ken says, pouring the wine. “Ripe for the pickin.” "You got that right baby,” she says, leaning her head on his shoulder, “I can hardly wait.” “Know what? I want a baby, your baby,” glancing up up at him, “Is that okay daddy?” “You know it is. I'll give you all the babies you want babykins.” “Now, that makes me horny,” she giggles, “super horny.” “You sure you really wanna eat Italian,” she asks. “Nope,” reaching into his back pocket, pulling out his wallet and dropping a couple big bills on the table. Ken Slides off his chair, stands and then helps Angela from her chair. They walk out of the restaurant passing their waiter, “Moneys on the table,” Ken smiles. Once outside, Ken sweeps Angela up into his arms and carries her to the car and seating her. They buckle into their seats. They roar off. Angela tittering and giggling the entire time. Five minutes later they are registering at the hotel. Angela, dressed in her white micro dress attracts the attention of several men, stands close to Ken not wanting anyone to notice the Orgasm stains on her legs, thighs and dress. At the same time this causes her to feel naughty and horny. Whispering in his ear, “I love you daddy,” running her tongue over his ear lobe. Distracting Ken from what he is doing, he turns to her and smiles, runs a hand over her ass cheeks and growls, “Grrrrrr, another ten minutes babykins and I'll, ” his voice trails off as he pinches her bum. Laughing. Finally finished registering, she struts over to the elevator walking ahead of him her ass invitingly wiggling for his pleasure. A porter follows carrying her shoulder bag. In the elevator, the building foreplay of the evening and their horniness threatens to explode. Angela slips into Kens arms, their bodies molded together, lips locked into a long wet passionate kiss. The porter tries averting his yes. Ken's hands again caressing ass cheeks. A favourite activity of his. Angela's hands fondling the lump of arousal in his slacks. Their lust builds. The elevator stops. They follow the porter down the hall. He opens the door to their room and places the bag inside. Ken hands him a bill, lifts his lover bride in his arms and carries her over the threshold. Angela squeals with laughter, the door closing with a loud click. Ken gently lays her on the bed. “Give me five minutes daddy. I'm going to freshen up,” she says, sliding off the bed and grabbing her bag, she heads into the bathroom. At this point, Ken is uncertain what to do beside wait for her. Should he undress down to his boxers? He just isn't sure, so he does nothing. Hopping up and sitting on the bed in his silk shirt and slacks he waits. Five minutes grows into ten minutes. He waits, the anticipation building. Muttering to himself, how long does it take to freshen up?' Finally the bathroom door opens. There she stands. Kens mouth drops open. And again, for the umpteen time since he first met and saw Angela, she has again transformed herself. From running with her hair tied up in a ponytail to her auburn hair flowing over her shoulders; from wearing bum hugging shorts to wearing a denim mini skirt; or wearing skin tight jeans. The upgrades are phenomenal. How do you outdo the dress she wore tonight? Well, Ken is looking at it. You outdo a white strapless matte micro dress with a white sheer jersey gown that has a Deep V-neck front, a Revealing back, is Sideless with Adjustable neck, back, and front ties in Matte Lycra trim and is Sheer Jersey. And black high heels in which Angela struts over to the bed, with her token angelic smile. No words are exchanged. No words are necessary. Just the escape of air and heavy breathing. As his virginal bride daughter struts around the room showcasing her body for daddies attention moving oh so seductively turning, twisting and bending. Strutting her stuff as if on a runway throwing in a dance move or two. Her performance over, she walks over to the bed climbs up and leans over Ken. Slapping his hand away as he reaches for her, she unbuttons the black silk shirt, unbuckles the slacks and pulls down the zipper. All the while, smiling. Her gown falling loose over Kens tingling body. “I love you daddy. Make me a woman daddy. Make me a mommy. Fill me up too overflowing with your potent seed, your thick gooey sperm. Cum like a river for your babykin daughter, your virginal bride. Please daddy!” Ken, burning with desire for his virgin lover, rises upright on the bed, tossing his shirt off and to the side, wiggling out of his slacks, they fall to the floor. Shoes, socks kicked off. Reaching out for the object of his affection and pulling Angela into his body, Embracing, kissing, two bodies becoming one burning with lust, Ken flips Angela over onto her back on the silk sheets. Standing now beside the huge bed and looking down at his angel, he smiles, a huge grin, fingers snapping at the waistband of his boxers, he pushes them down and off his legs. His rigid member pops free, liberated and swinging back and forth. A loud “gasp,” two giant balls dangling and swaying. She smiles and reaches for him. He takes a step forward, climbs onto the bed, kneels between Angela's legs. Her body a picture of perfection highlighted and seductively clothed in the sheer white gown. Bending her knees, opening her legs wide, loosening the front ties and adjusting her gown to reveal and a bald pussy. She smiles and giggles, “Make Love to me daddy.” A smile, a nod and Ken guides his thick, harder than rock Cock toward her love nest. “Make me a woman, daddy. And a baby too,” she says, giggling. Pushing his girth into her warm damp velvety cunt, stretching and opening her up, he feels resistance. “Ready baby,?” he asks. A nod, fingers grasping the bunched bed sheets. He pulls back slightly and then thrusts forward, the cock head piercing her hymen, and he commences fucking. The thick cock fully buried in her love nest. A loud yelp,“ followed with a gasp. The burning desire. The burning lust. Now giving way to a proper fucking, the act of making love. Ken humps and thrusts. Stretching and burying his cock inside Angela. Faster and aggressively, his ball sac slapping against her ass. Moans, gasps, deep breathing, air exhaled. "Slap, slap, slap.” 'Ooh's, ahh's. Angela shivers. Her body trembles. An orgasm builds. A screeching yelp. Kens cock burying itself entirely within her as he thrusts, his cockhead slamming against her uterus. She cums. Orgasm. Her body shakes. Beads of perspiration on her forehead and arms. Ken senses something different. His cock twitches. His ball sac releases. His sperm, seed, cum begins flowing. His cock erupts. The seed explodes into his lover. Filling her womb with potent baby making seed, ropes of cum, gobs of sperm. He continues thrusting, slowly now, until he senses he's empty. Pulling his cock free from Angela's honey pot, it dangles semi erect and flaccid. He falls onto the bed and pulls her tight against him. They spoon and cuddle in the afterglow of making love. The balance of their weekend was spent much the same way. Making love, cuddling, showering, making love again. Housekeeping was called several times to change out the bedding, replacing their damp, stained sheet for fresh clean ones. The prediction of them laying in a 'river of CUM' had come true. By Monday morning they were sore and limping to the car for the drive home. They were fully and sexually satiated having indulged almost nonstop in making Love to one another. Before Leaving they gave their porter and the housekeeping staff a handsome tip for their service. The drive back was quiet, the two lovers a different couple now. They had consummated their union. They were now definitely committed to one another now. So they thought. Angela had made Ken feel alive again, bring hope back into his life. Ken had taken a naïve, out going young woman and fulfilled her older man fantasy. By giving her the love, attention and care she sought after, they had fallen in Love. A week later summer was over, school beckoned and Angela left for another semester of education. Only the memories remained. Precious memories. They both hated “Good Byes” so on the morning of her departure, Ken was hidden away in his house. Angela was tearfully trying to see as she drove. Hearing her car pull away, he shed a tear and, sipped another cup of coffee. Both wondering in their thoughts, 'is there a future for them?' A Deliberate Encounter Sitting in her spacious kitchen Melanie is at odds with herself, stewing and feeling sorry for herself. During the summer she watched the transformation in her daughter Angela, going from a naïve shy young girl to an outgoing teasing lil slut. Of course, those are her words. Words of jealously. But ever since she met the next door neighbour Ken, her daughter had blossomed into a sexually active and sexually content lil vixen. This troubled Melanie to no end. Not because Angela didn't deserve a man, but simply because Melanie wanted a piece of the action. She wanted a man to love. A man like the man she once loved when she met her hubby, before he became such an asshole. She wanted the wild sex, the experimenting, the multi orgasms, she wanted it all. And when Ken became available, her own daughter beat her to the prize and won his heart. Ever since her husband John moved her to this little jerk water small town Melanie had been discontented. Then he just ups and takes off on his business trips leaving her home and alone, lonely and horny. At least, In the city she was able to cruise the bars and discretely find accommodating studs for a night of fun. Not so here in small town Canada. There was only one bar and the opportunity for a discrete encounter was slim to nil. What made matters even worse, in Mel's mind, her daughter had been home only one day from Uni and met Ken. The rest, as they say, is history. Her daughter had enjoyed a summer of sex. This made Melanie more than jealous. She is downright envious. A smirk on her face. “I'll teach him,” she laughs. “What a real woman is capable of.” The 34 year old mother looks down over her body. Standing before a mirror, she admires her assets. Large D cupped rounded breasts, a narrow waist with long shapely legs. She gives her head a shake, her shoulder length natural blonde hair waving and shimmering. Turning around and looking back over her shoulder the very best asset, in her mind, is the rounded ass, her bubble butt. “Oh gawd I miss having you happy,” she says, speaking to her bum. With all these thoughts confronting her she makes a decision. A visit to Ken is in order. Time to take control of my life and get what I want and just to make sure I do, I'll give him something he is already familiar with. She laughs, the devilish laugh of a woman who is convinced she wins the prize. Heading to her bedroom, disrobing along the way, she steps into her walk-in clothes closet. Looking through her dresses she finds exactly what she is looking for, the White Strapless Matte 'Fuck Me' dress. Muttering 'we'll see who wears this curve hugging tube dress better,' giggling. 'Daughter or mommy? D cup breasts or perky boobs, nice, rounded ass or bubble butt ass? Humm, watcha think Ken?' laughing. Sitting in his kitchen, coffee cup in hand, Ken looks wistfully through the large window overlooking his backyard garden. His thoughts focused on Angela and the wonderfully erotic summer they enjoyed in each other's company. A tingle causing his body to shiver. A female voice calls out, “Howdy neighbour” interrupting his contemplation. A familiar style voice similar to ones he's heard before. “Uh, Neighbour answering,” He yells back. “Come on in,” he says, and muttering to himself, 'right on time.' A tallish woman, mid 30's pokes her nose around the corner. "Hi. I'm Melanie, Angela's mommy.” she says. Waiting for a response, she smiles, looking somewhat awkward while Ken scopes her out. His eyes moving up and down, observing, liking what he sees. “My goodness, like mommy like daughter. I thought Angela was one beautiful woman; but you, mommy; are absolutely gorgeous.” Ken says as he pores on the praise, flattering Melanie to an extent that causes her face to turn beet red. “That dress is made for you and only you!” he says, followed by a long whistle. “Have I embarrassed you?” he asks, standing to face her. “I hope so,” he says, laughing. “The one thing Angela brought to my attention, never failing to mention actually, was how lonely and neglected you are Melanie. Possibly I can help you out with that predicament.” “I; um, was hoping you might.,” she paused, caught by surprise with Kens aggressive nature. She smiles, not missing a beat though, looking so deliciously appetizing in the White Straplesss Tube Dress highlighting her large, rounded breasts. She turns around for him, “You like?” she says, giggling. “No Melanie, I love,” he says, laughing, “and I've been expecting you. May I call you Mel?” “Expecting me, really?” “Uh huh. Big city girl dumped in a small town by a workaholic hubby who knocked you up while you were a young teenager. Not able to do anything discretely like you could before. Lonely, ignored and horny. You, my dear, are Ravishingly gorgeous. And you've been suffering all summer while your daughter got it on with the neighbour. How am I doing so far?” Ken reaches out his arms placing his large hands-on Melanie's hips and leans in to kiss her. Mel responds with a kiss of her own. The long passionate kiss heightens Ken's lust, pulling Melanie closer, hands caressing her ass cheeks. He feins  a 'growl.' Sucking her tongue into his mouth, tongues flirting and teasing; then a 'moan.' Ken sweeps her off her feet and carries her to the living room sofa, laying her down. Standing beside her prone body, eyes eating her up, lust burning in his body. Mel reaches up and plays with his belt buckle, “Wha d'ya got for Melanie?” she implores, big blue eyes smiling up to him. Ken can hardly wait until she gets her answer, which pops out immediately. The large bulbus thick cock springs free from confinement and stands at attention. Ken shoves his jeans down and kicks them away, his lengthy cock waving in the air. Mel quickly goes to work, cupping his manhood in both hands. Ken, meanwhile takes inventory, ogling the luscious woman laying prone before him. Large, rounded breasts dressed seductively in her 'Fuck Me' dress. Long shapely legs. A less than short micro dress covering, barely covering, her gorgeous ass globes. Not able to control his lust any longer, “We'll play later darling. Now, I'm going to fuck your brains out.” he declared. Not asking! Telling! Mel's head shakes yes, “I've wanted this for so long.” she says, Smiling. Ken quickly moves her to the plush carpeted floor. Kneeling between her outstretched legs, holding and guiding his cock to Mel's womanhood. The large cockhead teasing her pubes as he strokes it up and down her damp bushy pussy lips. Mel, with a look of expectation, smiles. Ken smiling, pushes his thick member into her. A long hard thrust and he's in. Mel gasps. Her pussy stretching to accommodate him. White dress bunched around her waist, Ken begins hammering away, piston fucking her. Mel meets his thrusts with her own. Head rolling back and forth. Beads of perspiration on her forehead. Gasping, Moaning, Humping her ass up and down. Ken hammers her fast and furious. Their pent-up lust driving them. Ecstasy building. Orgasms. Melanie cums first, “Argh!” Ken's balls tighten, his cock jerks and erupts. Exploding with a rope of cum. A river of cum. The two satisfied lovers collapsing in a heap on the carpet. Their insatiable lust temporarily satisfied. “Nuth'in like a mommy to help a guy forget her daughter.” Ken laughs. “Here's hoping my hubby plans on lots more business trips,” Mel laughs. “I actually hope he makes himself scarce.” “Oops, speaking of which, I think I hear his car now. Must be home for lunch.” She giggles, “Not as good a lunch as I'm going to have,” her fingers dancing on Ken's cock. Ken smiles, “I wanna go check him out,” he says, standing up, “Come darlin.” Taking Mel's hand, he leads her back into the kitchen to the side window, facing Ken's driveway, right next to John's. With her standing in front of him they look over the driveway and watch as John exits his car. Ken places his hands on Mel's hips pressing his flaccid cock into her bum. “Wonder what he'd say if he knew I just Fucked his wife;” he says, laughing and cupping her ample breasts. “I'm going to own this body, babykins. What do you think of that?” “I love it. You can have me anytime big guy; even now,” she says, giggling. “Ready to go again, are we,” he says, pushing Mel's head to the window, she arcs her back, “Doggy fuck?” she giggles in agreement. She places her hands on the window ledge for leverage. Flaring her bubble butt ass, a juicy muffed pussy peaks up at him; his fingers teasing the folds of skin. Ken slides the white dress over her luscious ass cheeks, his hands caressing. “Gawd, I love your ass, my ass,” he says, laughing, his hands guiding his cock. Running it over her butt cheeks and butt crack, watching it grow in size. He slides it down to her pussy and presses into her. “One man's loss is another man's gain,” he says, shoving his cock into Johns wife's vagina. Mel and Ken fuck. John walks back out to his car. To be continued. by PrairieDad1 for Literotica

The cherry date and the next phase of Ken's love life. By  PrairieDad1. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. “So, I'm going to be the first man to make love to you. Wow. I'm honoured.” he says. Come here baby. Daddy needs a hug. Angela steps into Kens open arms. They embrace. Bodies molded together. A tear runs down Ken's cheek. “I'm so happy right now. This is going to be a super special summer and extra special occasion. You sure do know how to turn a guy on, baby.” They laugh. “Yep, I can tell,” she says, laughing, feeling Kens erection pushing into her tummy. “Me too daddy. It'll be super special. I can hardly wait. I'm wet just thinking about it.”“Are you nervous babykins? I'll try not to hurt you,” he says. “Daddy, I just sucked your cock into my mouth. My first time ever doing that. So, no, you won't hurt me.” “I'm so proud of you baby.” Ken turns and holds Angela in his arms, embracing her tightly into his body. They continue their climb to the top, arriving at the pickup on the ridge. “Daddy's hungry again,” he says, with a big smile. “Can daddy have dessert, please?” “You can eat me anytime daddy.” Angela lowers the tailgate and jumps up into the box. “Dessert is served,” she says, laughing. “Come and get it.” And Ken does. Just like that the damp Daisy Mae's are discarded and Ken is looking at a bald pussy, drops of moisture beading up on the pussy lips. Lowering his face, he sucks the folds of skin into his mouth. Sitting up her arms supporting her with knees bent, legs spread wide, ass on the tailgate edge, she smiles and watches her lover, her adopted daddy. Driving Angela wild. Trying to hold her legs steady, and failing. Her body trembling, she cries out, "Argh, Fuck!” And cums. Her liquid arousal filling Kens mouth and covering his face, he licks and swallows. A happy man. Over the top happy. His young lover orgasming. And he doing what he likes best, Eating Pussy. Grabbing their blanket, he wraps and covers Angela before carrying her shaking body to the front door of the pickup. An hour later they arrive home and park in the driveway. All seems quiet. No one is around. Ken carries his lover into the house and straight to the shower in the washroom. Their early to mid morning adventure finished. What transpired that morning ignited a fuse within them both. During the following week Angela was constantly visiting Ken. Neither of them wanting to spend a moment separated. Kens fixation with ‘eating pussy' and Angela's discovery of how much she enjoy 'giving head' was a match made in heaven. So much so they ate and sucked their way to new heights of sexual fulfillment. Finally, the weekend was upon them. Laying in each others arms in the afterglow of making love, oral love, their faces covered with one another's CUM. Ken smiles “I do believe we should have a proper date this weekend. An in the city, fancy restaurant, 5 star hotel, a daddy and daughter romantic date. What sayeth you m'lady?” “I sayeth 'oh goody kind Sir'. Daddy gonna pop my cherry,” she asks, giggling. “We're gonna fuck like rabbits, over and over and over,” he says, laughing. “Fuck my brains out daddy. I want your big sausage inside me,” she says, a huge face covering smile. “But for now, I'll just suck you again” leaning over and taking Ken's cock into her willing mouth. “Oh no you don't. Me too,'” Ken says as he adjusts their bodies, laying on the bed with Angela positioned on top of him, her head over his cock, her pussy over his mouth. Both diving in, the sounds of slurping, sucking and licking filling the bedroom. Kens hands on Angela's butt, fingers pushing on her cheeks exposing and opening her small puckered asshole. Tongue licking and teasing the forbidden hole. Angela's tongue expertly licking the long thick veiny and hairy shaft. Opening her mouth and sliding her lips over his mushroomed cockhead. Swallowing him inch by inch into her mouth and throat. Her eyes watering, his girth stretching her mouth wide open. Using his tongue like a poker Ken pushes thru her puckered opening. A gasp, her body shakes. Moving her back and forth, her ass riding on his tongue. Bobbing her head up and down sucking on Kens thick girth, damp brunette hair hanging down over her face. Ken guides his tongue from asshole to pussy licking along the folds of skin. Angela shivers. Tasting her sweet nectar, flicking his tongue in and out of the wet pussy, her body shivers as an Orgasm builds within her. Her continued sucking is also building an orgasm within Ken. A loud gasp, an “Argh”, and Angela's sex is released in orgasm. Ken licks and laps up the river of sex, tasting his lover. Ken moans loudly, hips shaking, his cock erupting, again, with gobs of cum filling Angela's throat. She releases her toy and cum spurts over her cheeks, chin and breasts. She collapses on Kens body, Her mouth sore from so much exercising. They lay in the afterglow of sex, damp bodies relaxing, breathing slowing. Wrapping his arms around Angela, holding her tightly, fingers caressing her back, waist and bum, he falls asleep. Angela, her face resting on Kens flaccid cock, blinks her eyes closing them and drifting off to sleep. During the next week the sexcapades continued uninterrupted. Never tiring of one another. Their tongues and lips working magic with each other's body. The sounds of sucking and slurping filling Kens house. The yelps, gasps and screaming orgasms rocking their bodies. Whether shaking, shivering or tremoring, their bodies always reaching fulfillment. Cum and sex filling their mouths, covering their cheeks and licked up readily with their tongues. Never receiving enough, always wanting more, their ultimate goal: sexual bliss. In the end, two bodies collapsing in an entangled of arms and legs in exhaustion. As the week closes, Angela and Ken decide Date Night in the city is in order. Wanting their relationship to progress to the next level of Erotica, which for them, will be sexual intercourse. For Ken, it's the taking of Angela's cherry and she losing her virginity. And, in Angela's mind, the act fulfills a long-held fantasy, the fulfillment of her dream in becoming a woman living in the love and nurture of an older man, her reward for loving him. And maybe, just maybe, becoming a mommy. Angela smiles to herself. Friday arrives. Ken has already made all the arrangements for their weekend of romance. Their special date. Not wanting to overlook a thing and making sure everything is in order he goes over very detail. Angela, her life about to change forever through one act, her deflowering, giving up her virginity to a man. In her mind, no small act. She desires for this weekend to be as special as the event warrants. And wanting to present herself to Ken as the chaste and pure woman she is. She chooses a White Matte Strapless Dress, a sleek curve hugging tube dress with an hourglass cut. The colour of purity wrapped in a “fuck me” dress. Looking at herself in the full length mirror, even she is impressed with what she sees. She wonders whether they will even make it out of the driveway, never mind eating dinner before arriving at the hotel. She smiles. Wanting to create the perfect impression for Ken she believes she has succeeded. Leaving her bedroom and heading down the stairs, she hears the doorbell ring. “I'll get it” she yells out to her mom who is sipping wine on the living room couch. On seeing her, mom gasps, “goin on a hot date?” “You could say that,” Angela smiles. “I'll be gone until tomorrow.” As Angela makes her way to the door, her mom is thinking, 'our neighbour, Ken must be quite the guy to cause such a radical difference in my daughter. I'm so Fin jealous.' Angela swings the door open. Ken stands on the doorstep a bouquet of yellow roses in his hand, dressed in a black silk shirt and dress slacks. A long whistle sounds, surprise written in his eyes as he holds the bouquet out for Angela to take. “You are an extraordinary vision of purity and beauty Me'Lady.” Angela curtsies. “Thank you kind Sir.” Pointing to the floor, “I have a small shoulder bag,” which Ken picks up and then holds an arm out to guide her to the car. Opening the door and allowing Angela to slide into her seat, Ken watches closely. He walks around the car to the drivers door and gets in himself. Looking over at Angela, mouth open and speechless, he whistles again. Leaning back into her seat, legs crossed, thick nippled perky breasts outlined in elegant whiteness, long legs and muscular thighs on display, she holds the bouquet of yellow roses in her lap. A larger than life huge smile graces her face. Purring softly in a seductive voice, she says, “Take me to our honeymoon suite oh gracious King.” “Certainly Princess.” To say Ken is beyond aroused it an understatement for the ages. At this point he is questioning whether he'll make it to the hotel, never mind eating dinner. An evening of foreplay is in the cards. Forty five minutes later they are parked at the small Italian Restaurant. A romantic dinner awaits them. Ken Escorts his Princess across the parking lot, arm wrapped around her waist, hand on her butt, fingers caressing her matte covered flesh and a giant erection in his trousers. Escorted to their window view table toward the back of the dimly lit dining room, Ken seats his angel, before seating himself. They Sit beside one another facing the window and the view of the harbour, their backs to the rest of the dining room. Angela's hand rests on Kens cock. Kens hand rests between Angela's crossed legs, trapped. The foreplay continues. “Tell me what you are going to do to me tonight darling,” she says, her hand massaging his hardness. “If you don't stop turning me on even more than you have already, not much,” he says. Angela stops her massaging, a pout forming on her face. “I'm going to fuck you so hard and for so long you will be laying in a CUM lake,” Ken whispers. This brings a smile back to Angela's face. “Promise,” she says. “Before I do that, I'm going to eat your pussy and lick your ass,” Ken smiles. “My appetizer.” “Either I am peeing myself or you have me so wet. oh fuck,” Angela moans, “I'm cumming,” she says, leaning back in the chair, uncrossing her legs and spreading them. She shivers. Ken feels the moisture on his hand, lifts his fingers to his mouth and tastes them. “Yep, you came. Have a taste.” Their waiter arrives with a bottle of wine, takes their food order and departs. “That was intense, what just happened to me. I like our foreplay. I'm so fuckin ripe.” she wispers. “Oh baby, you ain't seen nothin yet,” Ken says, pouring the wine. “Ripe for the pickin.” "You got that right baby,” she says, leaning her head on his shoulder, “I can hardly wait.” “Know what? I want a baby, your baby,” glancing up up at him, “Is that okay daddy?” “You know it is. I'll give you all the babies you want babykins.” “Now, that makes me horny,” she giggles, “super horny.” “You sure you really wanna eat Italian,” she asks. “Nope,” reaching into his back pocket, pulling out his wallet and dropping a couple big bills on the table. Ken Slides off his chair, stands and then helps Angela from her chair. They walk out of the restaurant passing their waiter, “Moneys on the table,” Ken smiles. Once outside, Ken sweeps Angela up into his arms and carries her to the car and seating her. They buckle into their seats. They roar off. Angela tittering and giggling the entire time. Five minutes later they are registering at the hotel. Angela, dressed in her white micro dress attracts the attention of several men, stands close to Ken not wanting anyone to notice the Orgasm stains on her legs, thighs and dress. At the same time this causes her to feel naughty and horny. Whispering in his ear, “I love you daddy,” running her tongue over his ear lobe. Distracting Ken from what he is doing, he turns to her and smiles, runs a hand over her ass cheeks and growls, “Grrrrrr, another ten minutes babykins and I'll, ” his voice trails off as he pinches her bum. Laughing. Finally finished registering, she struts over to the elevator walking ahead of him her ass invitingly wiggling for his pleasure. A porter follows carrying her shoulder bag. In the elevator, the building foreplay of the evening and their horniness threatens to explode. Angela slips into Kens arms, their bodies molded together, lips locked into a long wet passionate kiss. The porter tries averting his yes. Ken's hands again caressing ass cheeks. A favourite activity of his. Angela's hands fondling the lump of arousal in his slacks. Their lust builds. The elevator stops. They follow the porter down the hall. He opens the door to their room and places the bag inside. Ken hands him a bill, lifts his lover bride in his arms and carries her over the threshold. Angela squeals with laughter, the door closing with a loud click. Ken gently lays her on the bed. “Give me five minutes daddy. I'm going to freshen up,” she says, sliding off the bed and grabbing her bag, she heads into the bathroom. At this point, Ken is uncertain what to do beside wait for her. Should he undress down to his boxers? He just isn't sure, so he does nothing. Hopping up and sitting on the bed in his silk shirt and slacks he waits. Five minutes grows into ten minutes. He waits, the anticipation building. Muttering to himself, how long does it take to freshen up?' Finally the bathroom door opens. There she stands. Kens mouth drops open. And again, for the umpteen time since he first met and saw Angela, she has again transformed herself. From running with her hair tied up in a ponytail to her auburn hair flowing over her shoulders; from wearing bum hugging shorts to wearing a denim mini skirt; or wearing skin tight jeans. The upgrades are phenomenal. How do you outdo the dress she wore tonight? Well, Ken is looking at it. You outdo a white strapless matte micro dress with a white sheer jersey gown that has a Deep V-neck front, a Revealing back, is Sideless with Adjustable neck, back, and front ties in Matte Lycra trim and is Sheer Jersey. And black high heels in which Angela struts over to the bed, with her token angelic smile. No words are exchanged. No words are necessary. Just the escape of air and heavy breathing. As his virginal bride daughter struts around the room showcasing her body for daddies attention moving oh so seductively turning, twisting and bending. Strutting her stuff as if on a runway throwing in a dance move or two. Her performance over, she walks over to the bed climbs up and leans over Ken. Slapping his hand away as he reaches for her, she unbuttons the black silk shirt, unbuckles the slacks and pulls down the zipper. All the while, smiling. Her gown falling loose over Kens tingling body. “I love you daddy. Make me a woman daddy. Make me a mommy. Fill me up too overflowing with your potent seed, your thick gooey sperm. Cum like a river for your babykin daughter, your virginal bride. Please daddy!” Ken, burning with desire for his virgin lover, rises upright on the bed, tossing his shirt off and to the side, wiggling out of his slacks, they fall to the floor. Shoes, socks kicked off. Reaching out for the object of his affection and pulling Angela into his body, Embracing, kissing, two bodies becoming one burning with lust, Ken flips Angela over onto her back on the silk sheets. Standing now beside the huge bed and looking down at his angel, he smiles, a huge grin, fingers snapping at the waistband of his boxers, he pushes them down and off his legs. His rigid member pops free, liberated and swinging back and forth. A loud “gasp,” two giant balls dangling and swaying. She smiles and reaches for him. He takes a step forward, climbs onto the bed, kneels between Angela's legs. Her body a picture of perfection highlighted and seductively clothed in the sheer white gown. Bending her knees, opening her legs wide, loosening the front ties and adjusting her gown to reveal and a bald pussy. She smiles and giggles, “Make Love to me daddy.” A smile, a nod and Ken guides his thick, harder than rock Cock toward her love nest. “Make me a woman, daddy. And a baby too,” she says, giggling. Pushing his girth into her warm damp velvety cunt, stretching and opening her up, he feels resistance. “Ready baby,?” he asks. A nod, fingers grasping the bunched bed sheets. He pulls back slightly and then thrusts forward, the cock head piercing her hymen, and he commences fucking. The thick cock fully buried in her love nest. A loud yelp,“ followed with a gasp. The burning desire. The burning lust. Now giving way to a proper fucking, the act of making love. Ken humps and thrusts. Stretching and burying his cock inside Angela. Faster and aggressively, his ball sac slapping against her ass. Moans, gasps, deep breathing, air exhaled. "Slap, slap, slap.” 'Ooh's, ahh's. Angela shivers. Her body trembles. An orgasm builds. A screeching yelp. Kens cock burying itself entirely within her as he thrusts, his cockhead slamming against her uterus. She cums. Orgasm. Her body shakes. Beads of perspiration on her forehead and arms. Ken senses something different. His cock twitches. His ball sac releases. His sperm, seed, cum begins flowing. His cock erupts. The seed explodes into his lover. Filling her womb with potent baby making seed, ropes of cum, gobs of sperm. He continues thrusting, slowly now, until he senses he's empty. Pulling his cock free from Angela's honey pot, it dangles semi erect and flaccid. He falls onto the bed and pulls her tight against him. They spoon and cuddle in the afterglow of making love. The balance of their weekend was spent much the same way. Making love, cuddling, showering, making love again. Housekeeping was called several times to change out the bedding, replacing their damp, stained sheet for fresh clean ones. The prediction of them laying in a 'river of CUM' had come true. By Monday morning they were sore and limping to the car for the drive home. They were fully and sexually satiated having indulged almost nonstop in making Love to one another. Before Leaving they gave their porter and the housekeeping staff a handsome tip for their service. The drive back was quiet, the two lovers a different couple now. They had consummated their union. They were now definitely committed to one another now. So they thought. Angela had made Ken feel alive again, bring hope back into his life. Ken had taken a naïve, out going young woman and fulfilled her older man fantasy. By giving her the love, attention and care she sought after, they had fallen in Love. A week later summer was over, school beckoned and Angela left for another semester of education. Only the memories remained. Precious memories. They both hated “Good Byes” so on the morning of her departure, Ken was hidden away in his house. Angela was tearfully trying to see as she drove. Hearing her car pull away, he shed a tear and, sipped another cup of coffee. Both wondering in their thoughts, 'is there a future for them?' A Deliberate Encounter Sitting in her spacious kitchen Melanie is at odds with herself, stewing and feeling sorry for herself. During the summer she watched the transformation in her daughter Angela, going from a naïve shy young girl to an outgoing teasing lil slut. Of course, those are her words. Words of jealously. But ever since she met the next door neighbour Ken, her daughter had blossomed into a sexually active and sexually content lil vixen. This troubled Melanie to no end. Not because Angela didn't deserve a man, but simply because Melanie wanted a piece of the action. She wanted a man to love. A man like the man she once loved when she met her hubby, before he became such an asshole. She wanted the wild sex, the experimenting, the multi orgasms, she wanted it all. And when Ken became available, her own daughter beat her to the prize and won his heart. Ever since her husband John moved her to this little jerk water small town Melanie had been discontented. Then he just ups and takes off on his business trips leaving her home and alone, lonely and horny. At least, In the city she was able to cruise the bars and discretely find accommodating studs for a night of fun. Not so here in small town Canada. There was only one bar and the opportunity for a discrete encounter was slim to nil. What made matters even worse, in Mel's mind, her daughter had been home only one day from Uni and met Ken. The rest, as they say, is history. Her daughter had enjoyed a summer of sex. This made Melanie more than jealous. She is downright envious. A smirk on her face. “I'll teach him,” she laughs. “What a real woman is capable of.” The 34 year old mother looks down over her body. Standing before a mirror, she admires her assets. Large D cupped rounded breasts, a narrow waist with long shapely legs. She gives her head a shake, her shoulder length natural blonde hair waving and shimmering. Turning around and looking back over her shoulder the very best asset, in her mind, is the rounded ass, her bubble butt. “Oh gawd I miss having you happy,” she says, speaking to her bum. With all these thoughts confronting her she makes a decision. A visit to Ken is in order. Time to take control of my life and get what I want and just to make sure I do, I'll give him something he is already familiar with. She laughs, the devilish laugh of a woman who is convinced she wins the prize. Heading to her bedroom, disrobing along the way, she steps into her walk-in clothes closet. Looking through her dresses she finds exactly what she is looking for, the White Strapless Matte 'Fuck Me' dress. Muttering 'we'll see who wears this curve hugging tube dress better,' giggling. 'Daughter or mommy? D cup breasts or perky boobs, nice, rounded ass or bubble butt ass? Humm, watcha think Ken?' laughing. Sitting in his kitchen, coffee cup in hand, Ken looks wistfully through the large window overlooking his backyard garden. His thoughts focused on Angela and the wonderfully erotic summer they enjoyed in each other's company. A tingle causing his body to shiver. A female voice calls out, “Howdy neighbour” interrupting his contemplation. A familiar style voice similar to ones he's heard before. “Uh, Neighbour answering,” He yells back. “Come on in,” he says, and muttering to himself, 'right on time.' A tallish woman, mid 30's pokes her nose around the corner. "Hi. I'm Melanie, Angela's mommy.” she says. Waiting for a response, she smiles, looking somewhat awkward while Ken scopes her out. His eyes moving up and down, observing, liking what he sees. “My goodness, like mommy like daughter. I thought Angela was one beautiful woman; but you, mommy; are absolutely gorgeous.” Ken says as he pores on the praise, flattering Melanie to an extent that causes her face to turn beet red. “That dress is made for you and only you!” he says, followed by a long whistle. “Have I embarrassed you?” he asks, standing to face her. “I hope so,” he says, laughing. “The one thing Angela brought to my attention, never failing to mention actually, was how lonely and neglected you are Melanie. Possibly I can help you out with that predicament.” “I; um, was hoping you might.,” she paused, caught by surprise with Kens aggressive nature. She smiles, not missing a beat though, looking so deliciously appetizing in the White Straplesss Tube Dress highlighting her large, rounded breasts. She turns around for him, “You like?” she says, giggling. “No Melanie, I love,” he says, laughing, “and I've been expecting you. May I call you Mel?” “Expecting me, really?” “Uh huh. Big city girl dumped in a small town by a workaholic hubby who knocked you up while you were a young teenager. Not able to do anything discretely like you could before. Lonely, ignored and horny. You, my dear, are Ravishingly gorgeous. And you've been suffering all summer while your daughter got it on with the neighbour. How am I doing so far?” Ken reaches out his arms placing his large hands-on Melanie's hips and leans in to kiss her. Mel responds with a kiss of her own. The long passionate kiss heightens Ken's lust, pulling Melanie closer, hands caressing her ass cheeks. He feins  a 'growl.' Sucking her tongue into his mouth, tongues flirting and teasing; then a 'moan.' Ken sweeps her off her feet and carries her to the living room sofa, laying her down. Standing beside her prone body, eyes eating her up, lust burning in his body. Mel reaches up and plays with his belt buckle, “Wha d'ya got for Melanie?” she implores, big blue eyes smiling up to him. Ken can hardly wait until she gets her answer, which pops out immediately. The large bulbus thick cock springs free from confinement and stands at attention. Ken shoves his jeans down and kicks them away, his lengthy cock waving in the air. Mel quickly goes to work, cupping his manhood in both hands. Ken, meanwhile takes inventory, ogling the luscious woman laying prone before him. Large, rounded breasts dressed seductively in her 'Fuck Me' dress. Long shapely legs. A less than short micro dress covering, barely covering, her gorgeous ass globes. Not able to control his lust any longer, “We'll play later darling. Now, I'm going to fuck your brains out.” he declared. Not asking! Telling! Mel's head shakes yes, “I've wanted this for so long.” she says, Smiling. Ken quickly moves her to the plush carpeted floor. Kneeling between her outstretched legs, holding and guiding his cock to Mel's womanhood. The large cockhead teasing her pubes as he strokes it up and down her damp bushy pussy lips. Mel, with a look of expectation, smiles. Ken smiling, pushes his thick member into her. A long hard thrust and he's in. Mel gasps. Her pussy stretching to accommodate him. White dress bunched around her waist, Ken begins hammering away, piston fucking her. Mel meets his thrusts with her own. Head rolling back and forth. Beads of perspiration on her forehead. Gasping, Moaning, Humping her ass up and down. Ken hammers her fast and furious. Their pent-up lust driving them. Ecstasy building. Orgasms. Melanie cums first, “Argh!” Ken's balls tighten, his cock jerks and erupts. Exploding with a rope of cum. A river of cum. The two satisfied lovers collapsing in a heap on the carpet. Their insatiable lust temporarily satisfied. “Nuth'in like a mommy to help a guy forget her daughter.” Ken laughs. “Here's hoping my hubby plans on lots more business trips,” Mel laughs. “I actually hope he makes himself scarce.” “Oops, speaking of which, I think I hear his car now. Must be home for lunch.” She giggles, “Not as good a lunch as I'm going to have,” her fingers dancing on Ken's cock. Ken smiles, “I wanna go check him out,” he says, standing up, “Come darlin.” Taking Mel's hand, he leads her back into the kitchen to the side window, facing Ken's driveway, right next to John's. With her standing in front of him they look over the driveway and watch as John exits his car. Ken places his hands on Mel's hips pressing his flaccid cock into her bum. “Wonder what he'd say if he knew I just Fucked his wife;” he says, laughing and cupping her ample breasts. “I'm going to own this body, babykins. What do you think of that?” “I love it. You can have me anytime big guy; even now,” she says, giggling. “Ready to go again, are we,” he says, pushing Mel's head to the window, she arcs her back, “Doggy fuck?” she giggles in agreement. She places her hands on the window ledge for leverage. Flaring her bubble butt ass, a juicy muffed pussy peaks up at him; his fingers teasing the folds of skin. Ken slides the white dress over her luscious ass cheeks, his hands caressing. “Gawd, I love your ass, my ass,” he says, laughing, his hands guiding his cock. Running it over her butt cheeks and butt crack, watching it grow in size. He slides it down to her pussy and presses into her. “One man's loss is another man's gain,” he says, shoving his cock into Johns wife's vagina. Mel and Ken fuck. John walks back out to his car. To be continued. by PrairieDad1 for Literotica

The cherry date and the next phase of Ken's love life. By  PrairieDad1. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. “So, I'm going to be the first man to make love to you. Wow. I'm honoured.” he says. Come here baby. Daddy needs a hug. Angela steps into Kens open arms. They embrace. Bodies molded together. A tear runs down Ken's cheek. “I'm so happy right now. This is going to be a super special summer and extra special occasion. You sure do know how to turn a guy on, baby.” They laugh. “Yep, I can tell,” she says, laughing, feeling Kens erection pushing into her tummy. “Me too daddy. It'll be super special. I can hardly wait. I'm wet just thinking about it.”“Are you nervous babykins? I'll try not to hurt you,” he says. “Daddy, I just sucked your cock into my mouth. My first time ever doing that. So, no, you won't hurt me.” “I'm so proud of you baby.” Ken turns and holds Angela in his arms, embracing her tightly into his body. They continue their climb to the top, arriving at the pickup on the ridge. “Daddy's hungry again,” he says, with a big smile. “Can daddy have dessert, please?” “You can eat me anytime daddy.” Angela lowers the tailgate and jumps up into the box. “Dessert is served,” she says, laughing. “Come and get it.” And Ken does. Just like that the damp Daisy Mae's are discarded and Ken is looking at a bald pussy, drops of moisture beading up on the pussy lips. Lowering his face, he sucks the folds of skin into his mouth. Sitting up her arms supporting her with knees bent, legs spread wide, ass on the tailgate edge, she smiles and watches her lover, her adopted daddy. Driving Angela wild. Trying to hold her legs steady, and failing. Her body trembling, she cries out, "Argh, Fuck!” And cums. Her liquid arousal filling Kens mouth and covering his face, he licks and swallows. A happy man. Over the top happy. His young lover orgasming. And he doing what he likes best, Eating Pussy. Grabbing their blanket, he wraps and covers Angela before carrying her shaking body to the front door of the pickup. An hour later they arrive home and park in the driveway. All seems quiet. No one is around. Ken carries his lover into the house and straight to the shower in the washroom. Their early to mid morning adventure finished. What transpired that morning ignited a fuse within them both. During the following week Angela was constantly visiting Ken. Neither of them wanting to spend a moment separated. Kens fixation with ‘eating pussy' and Angela's discovery of how much she enjoy 'giving head' was a match made in heaven. So much so they ate and sucked their way to new heights of sexual fulfillment. Finally, the weekend was upon them. Laying in each others arms in the afterglow of making love, oral love, their faces covered with one another's CUM. Ken smiles “I do believe we should have a proper date this weekend. An in the city, fancy restaurant, 5 star hotel, a daddy and daughter romantic date. What sayeth you m'lady?” “I sayeth 'oh goody kind Sir'. Daddy gonna pop my cherry,” she asks, giggling. “We're gonna fuck like rabbits, over and over and over,” he says, laughing. “Fuck my brains out daddy. I want your big sausage inside me,” she says, a huge face covering smile. “But for now, I'll just suck you again” leaning over and taking Ken's cock into her willing mouth. “Oh no you don't. Me too,'” Ken says as he adjusts their bodies, laying on the bed with Angela positioned on top of him, her head over his cock, her pussy over his mouth. Both diving in, the sounds of slurping, sucking and licking filling the bedroom. Kens hands on Angela's butt, fingers pushing on her cheeks exposing and opening her small puckered asshole. Tongue licking and teasing the forbidden hole. Angela's tongue expertly licking the long thick veiny and hairy shaft. Opening her mouth and sliding her lips over his mushroomed cockhead. Swallowing him inch by inch into her mouth and throat. Her eyes watering, his girth stretching her mouth wide open. Using his tongue like a poker Ken pushes thru her puckered opening. A gasp, her body shakes. Moving her back and forth, her ass riding on his tongue. Bobbing her head up and down sucking on Kens thick girth, damp brunette hair hanging down over her face. Ken guides his tongue from asshole to pussy licking along the folds of skin. Angela shivers. Tasting her sweet nectar, flicking his tongue in and out of the wet pussy, her body shivers as an Orgasm builds within her. Her continued sucking is also building an orgasm within Ken. A loud gasp, an “Argh”, and Angela's sex is released in orgasm. Ken licks and laps up the river of sex, tasting his lover. Ken moans loudly, hips shaking, his cock erupting, again, with gobs of cum filling Angela's throat. She releases her toy and cum spurts over her cheeks, chin and breasts. She collapses on Kens body, Her mouth sore from so much exercising. They lay in the afterglow of sex, damp bodies relaxing, breathing slowing. Wrapping his arms around Angela, holding her tightly, fingers caressing her back, waist and bum, he falls asleep. Angela, her face resting on Kens flaccid cock, blinks her eyes closing them and drifting off to sleep. During the next week the sexcapades continued uninterrupted. Never tiring of one another. Their tongues and lips working magic with each other's body. The sounds of sucking and slurping filling Kens house. The yelps, gasps and screaming orgasms rocking their bodies. Whether shaking, shivering or tremoring, their bodies always reaching fulfillment. Cum and sex filling their mouths, covering their cheeks and licked up readily with their tongues. Never receiving enough, always wanting more, their ultimate goal: sexual bliss. In the end, two bodies collapsing in an entangled of arms and legs in exhaustion. As the week closes, Angela and Ken decide Date Night in the city is in order. Wanting their relationship to progress to the next level of Erotica, which for them, will be sexual intercourse. For Ken, it's the taking of Angela's cherry and she losing her virginity. And, in Angela's mind, the act fulfills a long-held fantasy, the fulfillment of her dream in becoming a woman living in the love and nurture of an older man, her reward for loving him. And maybe, just maybe, becoming a mommy. Angela smiles to herself. Friday arrives. Ken has already made all the arrangements for their weekend of romance. Their special date. Not wanting to overlook a thing and making sure everything is in order he goes over very detail. Angela, her life about to change forever through one act, her deflowering, giving up her virginity to a man. In her mind, no small act. She desires for this weekend to be as special as the event warrants. And wanting to present herself to Ken as the chaste and pure woman she is. She chooses a White Matte Strapless Dress, a sleek curve hugging tube dress with an hourglass cut. The colour of purity wrapped in a “fuck me” dress. Looking at herself in the full length mirror, even she is impressed with what she sees. She wonders whether they will even make it out of the driveway, never mind eating dinner before arriving at the hotel. She smiles. Wanting to create the perfect impression for Ken she believes she has succeeded. Leaving her bedroom and heading down the stairs, she hears the doorbell ring. “I'll get it” she yells out to her mom who is sipping wine on the living room couch. On seeing her, mom gasps, “goin on a hot date?” “You could say that,” Angela smiles. “I'll be gone until tomorrow.” As Angela makes her way to the door, her mom is thinking, 'our neighbour, Ken must be quite the guy to cause such a radical difference in my daughter. I'm so Fin jealous.' Angela swings the door open. Ken stands on the doorstep a bouquet of yellow roses in his hand, dressed in a black silk shirt and dress slacks. A long whistle sounds, surprise written in his eyes as he holds the bouquet out for Angela to take. “You are an extraordinary vision of purity and beauty Me'Lady.” Angela curtsies. “Thank you kind Sir.” Pointing to the floor, “I have a small shoulder bag,” which Ken picks up and then holds an arm out to guide her to the car. Opening the door and allowing Angela to slide into her seat, Ken watches closely. He walks around the car to the drivers door and gets in himself. Looking over at Angela, mouth open and speechless, he whistles again. Leaning back into her seat, legs crossed, thick nippled perky breasts outlined in elegant whiteness, long legs and muscular thighs on display, she holds the bouquet of yellow roses in her lap. A larger than life huge smile graces her face. Purring softly in a seductive voice, she says, “Take me to our honeymoon suite oh gracious King.” “Certainly Princess.” To say Ken is beyond aroused it an understatement for the ages. At this point he is questioning whether he'll make it to the hotel, never mind eating dinner. An evening of foreplay is in the cards. Forty five minutes later they are parked at the small Italian Restaurant. A romantic dinner awaits them. Ken Escorts his Princess across the parking lot, arm wrapped around her waist, hand on her butt, fingers caressing her matte covered flesh and a giant erection in his trousers. Escorted to their window view table toward the back of the dimly lit dining room, Ken seats his angel, before seating himself. They Sit beside one another facing the window and the view of the harbour, their backs to the rest of the dining room. Angela's hand rests on Kens cock. Kens hand rests between Angela's crossed legs, trapped. The foreplay continues. “Tell me what you are going to do to me tonight darling,” she says, her hand massaging his hardness. “If you don't stop turning me on even more than you have already, not much,” he says. Angela stops her massaging, a pout forming on her face. “I'm going to fuck you so hard and for so long you will be laying in a CUM lake,” Ken whispers. This brings a smile back to Angela's face. “Promise,” she says. “Before I do that, I'm going to eat your pussy and lick your ass,” Ken smiles. “My appetizer.” “Either I am peeing myself or you have me so wet. oh fuck,” Angela moans, “I'm cumming,” she says, leaning back in the chair, uncrossing her legs and spreading them. She shivers. Ken feels the moisture on his hand, lifts his fingers to his mouth and tastes them. “Yep, you came. Have a taste.” Their waiter arrives with a bottle of wine, takes their food order and departs. “That was intense, what just happened to me. I like our foreplay. I'm so fuckin ripe.” she wispers. “Oh baby, you ain't seen nothin yet,” Ken says, pouring the wine. “Ripe for the pickin.” "You got that right baby,” she says, leaning her head on his shoulder, “I can hardly wait.” “Know what? I want a baby, your baby,” glancing up up at him, “Is that okay daddy?” “You know it is. I'll give you all the babies you want babykins.” “Now, that makes me horny,” she giggles, “super horny.” “You sure you really wanna eat Italian,” she asks. “Nope,” reaching into his back pocket, pulling out his wallet and dropping a couple big bills on the table. Ken Slides off his chair, stands and then helps Angela from her chair. They walk out of the restaurant passing their waiter, “Moneys on the table,” Ken smiles. Once outside, Ken sweeps Angela up into his arms and carries her to the car and seating her. They buckle into their seats. They roar off. Angela tittering and giggling the entire time. Five minutes later they are registering at the hotel. Angela, dressed in her white micro dress attracts the attention of several men, stands close to Ken not wanting anyone to notice the Orgasm stains on her legs, thighs and dress. At the same time this causes her to feel naughty and horny. Whispering in his ear, “I love you daddy,” running her tongue over his ear lobe. Distracting Ken from what he is doing, he turns to her and smiles, runs a hand over her ass cheeks and growls, “Grrrrrr, another ten minutes babykins and I'll, ” his voice trails off as he pinches her bum. Laughing. Finally finished registering, she struts over to the elevator walking ahead of him her ass invitingly wiggling for his pleasure. A porter follows carrying her shoulder bag. In the elevator, the building foreplay of the evening and their horniness threatens to explode. Angela slips into Kens arms, their bodies molded together, lips locked into a long wet passionate kiss. The porter tries averting his yes. Ken's hands again caressing ass cheeks. A favourite activity of his. Angela's hands fondling the lump of arousal in his slacks. Their lust builds. The elevator stops. They follow the porter down the hall. He opens the door to their room and places the bag inside. Ken hands him a bill, lifts his lover bride in his arms and carries her over the threshold. Angela squeals with laughter, the door closing with a loud click. Ken gently lays her on the bed. “Give me five minutes daddy. I'm going to freshen up,” she says, sliding off the bed and grabbing her bag, she heads into the bathroom. At this point, Ken is uncertain what to do beside wait for her. Should he undress down to his boxers? He just isn't sure, so he does nothing. Hopping up and sitting on the bed in his silk shirt and slacks he waits. Five minutes grows into ten minutes. He waits, the anticipation building. Muttering to himself, how long does it take to freshen up?' Finally the bathroom door opens. There she stands. Kens mouth drops open. And again, for the umpteen time since he first met and saw Angela, she has again transformed herself. From running with her hair tied up in a ponytail to her auburn hair flowing over her shoulders; from wearing bum hugging shorts to wearing a denim mini skirt; or wearing skin tight jeans. The upgrades are phenomenal. How do you outdo the dress she wore tonight? Well, Ken is looking at it. You outdo a white strapless matte micro dress with a white sheer jersey gown that has a Deep V-neck front, a Revealing back, is Sideless with Adjustable neck, back, and front ties in Matte Lycra trim and is Sheer Jersey. And black high heels in which Angela struts over to the bed, with her token angelic smile. No words are exchanged. No words are necessary. Just the escape of air and heavy breathing. As his virginal bride daughter struts around the room showcasing her body for daddies attention moving oh so seductively turning, twisting and bending. Strutting her stuff as if on a runway throwing in a dance move or two. Her performance over, she walks over to the bed climbs up and leans over Ken. Slapping his hand away as he reaches for her, she unbuttons the black silk shirt, unbuckles the slacks and pulls down the zipper. All the while, smiling. Her gown falling loose over Kens tingling body. “I love you daddy. Make me a woman daddy. Make me a mommy. Fill me up too overflowing with your potent seed, your thick gooey sperm. Cum like a river for your babykin daughter, your virginal bride. Please daddy!” Ken, burning with desire for his virgin lover, rises upright on the bed, tossing his shirt off and to the side, wiggling out of his slacks, they fall to the floor. Shoes, socks kicked off. Reaching out for the object of his affection and pulling Angela into his body, Embracing, kissing, two bodies becoming one burning with lust, Ken flips Angela over onto her back on the silk sheets. Standing now beside the huge bed and looking down at his angel, he smiles, a huge grin, fingers snapping at the waistband of his boxers, he pushes them down and off his legs. His rigid member pops free, liberated and swinging back and forth. A loud “gasp,” two giant balls dangling and swaying. She smiles and reaches for him. He takes a step forward, climbs onto the bed, kneels between Angela's legs. Her body a picture of perfection highlighted and seductively clothed in the sheer white gown. Bending her knees, opening her legs wide, loosening the front ties and adjusting her gown to reveal and a bald pussy. She smiles and giggles, “Make Love to me daddy.” A smile, a nod and Ken guides his thick, harder than rock Cock toward her love nest. “Make me a woman, daddy. And a baby too,” she says, giggling. Pushing his girth into her warm damp velvety cunt, stretching and opening her up, he feels resistance. “Ready baby,?” he asks. A nod, fingers grasping the bunched bed sheets. He pulls back slightly and then thrusts forward, the cock head piercing her hymen, and he commences fucking. The thick cock fully buried in her love nest. A loud yelp,“ followed with a gasp. The burning desire. The burning lust. Now giving way to a proper fucking, the act of making love. Ken humps and thrusts. Stretching and burying his cock inside Angela. Faster and aggressively, his ball sac slapping against her ass. Moans, gasps, deep breathing, air exhaled. "Slap, slap, slap.” 'Ooh's, ahh's. Angela shivers. Her body trembles. An orgasm builds. A screeching yelp. Kens cock burying itself entirely within her as he thrusts, his cockhead slamming against her uterus. She cums. Orgasm. Her body shakes. Beads of perspiration on her forehead and arms. Ken senses something different. His cock twitches. His ball sac releases. His sperm, seed, cum begins flowing. His cock erupts. The seed explodes into his lover. Filling her womb with potent baby making seed, ropes of cum, gobs of sperm. He continues thrusting, slowly now, until he senses he's empty. Pulling his cock free from Angela's honey pot, it dangles semi erect and flaccid. He falls onto the bed and pulls her tight against him. They spoon and cuddle in the afterglow of making love. The balance of their weekend was spent much the same way. Making love, cuddling, showering, making love again. Housekeeping was called several times to change out the bedding, replacing their damp, stained sheet for fresh clean ones. The prediction of them laying in a 'river of CUM' had come true. By Monday morning they were sore and limping to the car for the drive home. They were fully and sexually satiated having indulged almost nonstop in making Love to one another. Before Leaving they gave their porter and the housekeeping staff a handsome tip for their service. The drive back was quiet, the two lovers a different couple now. They had consummated their union. They were now definitely committed to one another now. So they thought. Angela had made Ken feel alive again, bring hope back into his life. Ken had taken a naïve, out going young woman and fulfilled her older man fantasy. By giving her the love, attention and care she sought after, they had fallen in Love. A week later summer was over, school beckoned and Angela left for another semester of education. Only the memories remained. Precious memories. They both hated “Good Byes” so on the morning of her departure, Ken was hidden away in his house. Angela was tearfully trying to see as she drove. Hearing her car pull away, he shed a tear and, sipped another cup of coffee. Both wondering in their thoughts, 'is there a future for them?' A Deliberate Encounter Sitting in her spacious kitchen Melanie is at odds with herself, stewing and feeling sorry for herself. During the summer she watched the transformation in her daughter Angela, going from a naïve shy young girl to an outgoing teasing lil slut. Of course, those are her words. Words of jealously. But ever since she met the next door neighbour Ken, her daughter had blossomed into a sexually active and sexually content lil vixen. This troubled Melanie to no end. Not because Angela didn't deserve a man, but simply because Melanie wanted a piece of the action. She wanted a man to love. A man like the man she once loved when she met her hubby, before he became such an asshole. She wanted the wild sex, the experimenting, the multi orgasms, she wanted it all. And when Ken became available, her own daughter beat her to the prize and won his heart. Ever since her husband John moved her to this little jerk water small town Melanie had been discontented. Then he just ups and takes off on his business trips leaving her home and alone, lonely and horny. At least, In the city she was able to cruise the bars and discretely find accommodating studs for a night of fun. Not so here in small town Canada. There was only one bar and the opportunity for a discrete encounter was slim to nil. What made matters even worse, in Mel's mind, her daughter had been home only one day from Uni and met Ken. The rest, as they say, is history. Her daughter had enjoyed a summer of sex. This made Melanie more than jealous. She is downright envious. A smirk on her face. “I'll teach him,” she laughs. “What a real woman is capable of.” The 34 year old mother looks down over her body. Standing before a mirror, she admires her assets. Large D cupped rounded breasts, a narrow waist with long shapely legs. She gives her head a shake, her shoulder length natural blonde hair waving and shimmering. Turning around and looking back over her shoulder the very best asset, in her mind, is the rounded ass, her bubble butt. “Oh gawd I miss having you happy,” she says, speaking to her bum. With all these thoughts confronting her she makes a decision. A visit to Ken is in order. Time to take control of my life and get what I want and just to make sure I do, I'll give him something he is already familiar with. She laughs, the devilish laugh of a woman who is convinced she wins the prize. Heading to her bedroom, disrobing along the way, she steps into her walk-in clothes closet. Looking through her dresses she finds exactly what she is looking for, the White Strapless Matte 'Fuck Me' dress. Muttering 'we'll see who wears this curve hugging tube dress better,' giggling. 'Daughter or mommy? D cup breasts or perky boobs, nice, rounded ass or bubble butt ass? Humm, watcha think Ken?' laughing. Sitting in his kitchen, coffee cup in hand, Ken looks wistfully through the large window overlooking his backyard garden. His thoughts focused on Angela and the wonderfully erotic summer they enjoyed in each other's company. A tingle causing his body to shiver. A female voice calls out, “Howdy neighbour” interrupting his contemplation. A familiar style voice similar to ones he's heard before. “Uh, Neighbour answering,” He yells back. “Come on in,” he says, and muttering to himself, 'right on time.' A tallish woman, mid 30's pokes her nose around the corner. "Hi. I'm Melanie, Angela's mommy.” she says. Waiting for a response, she smiles, looking somewhat awkward while Ken scopes her out. His eyes moving up and down, observing, liking what he sees. “My goodness, like mommy like daughter. I thought Angela was one beautiful woman; but you, mommy; are absolutely gorgeous.” Ken says as he pores on the praise, flattering Melanie to an extent that causes her face to turn beet red. “That dress is made for you and only you!” he says, followed by a long whistle. “Have I embarrassed you?” he asks, standing to face her. “I hope so,” he says, laughing. “The one thing Angela brought to my attention, never failing to mention actually, was how lonely and neglected you are Melanie. Possibly I can help you out with that predicament.” “I; um, was hoping you might.,” she paused, caught by surprise with Kens aggressive nature. She smiles, not missing a beat though, looking so deliciously appetizing in the White Straplesss Tube Dress highlighting her large, rounded breasts. She turns around for him, “You like?” she says, giggling. “No Melanie, I love,” he says, laughing, “and I've been expecting you. May I call you Mel?” “Expecting me, really?” “Uh huh. Big city girl dumped in a small town by a workaholic hubby who knocked you up while you were a young teenager. Not able to do anything discretely like you could before. Lonely, ignored and horny. You, my dear, are Ravishingly gorgeous. And you've been suffering all summer while your daughter got it on with the neighbour. How am I doing so far?” Ken reaches out his arms placing his large hands-on Melanie's hips and leans in to kiss her. Mel responds with a kiss of her own. The long passionate kiss heightens Ken's lust, pulling Melanie closer, hands caressing her ass cheeks. He feins  a 'growl.' Sucking her tongue into his mouth, tongues flirting and teasing; then a 'moan.' Ken sweeps her off her feet and carries her to the living room sofa, laying her down. Standing beside her prone body, eyes eating her up, lust burning in his body. Mel reaches up and plays with his belt buckle, “Wha d'ya got for Melanie?” she implores, big blue eyes smiling up to him. Ken can hardly wait until she gets her answer, which pops out immediately. The large bulbus thick cock springs free from confinement and stands at attention. Ken shoves his jeans down and kicks them away, his lengthy cock waving in the air. Mel quickly goes to work, cupping his manhood in both hands. Ken, meanwhile takes inventory, ogling the luscious woman laying prone before him. Large, rounded breasts dressed seductively in her 'Fuck Me' dress. Long shapely legs. A less than short micro dress covering, barely covering, her gorgeous ass globes. Not able to control his lust any longer, “We'll play later darling. Now, I'm going to fuck your brains out.” he declared. Not asking! Telling! Mel's head shakes yes, “I've wanted this for so long.” she says, Smiling. Ken quickly moves her to the plush carpeted floor. Kneeling between her outstretched legs, holding and guiding his cock to Mel's womanhood. The large cockhead teasing her pubes as he strokes it up and down her damp bushy pussy lips. Mel, with a look of expectation, smiles. Ken smiling, pushes his thick member into her. A long hard thrust and he's in. Mel gasps. Her pussy stretching to accommodate him. White dress bunched around her waist, Ken begins hammering away, piston fucking her. Mel meets his thrusts with her own. Head rolling back and forth. Beads of perspiration on her forehead. Gasping, Moaning, Humping her ass up and down. Ken hammers her fast and furious. Their pent-up lust driving them. Ecstasy building. Orgasms. Melanie cums first, “Argh!” Ken's balls tighten, his cock jerks and erupts. Exploding with a rope of cum. A river of cum. The two satisfied lovers collapsing in a heap on the carpet. Their insatiable lust temporarily satisfied. “Nuth'in like a mommy to help a guy forget her daughter.” Ken laughs. “Here's hoping my hubby plans on lots more business trips,” Mel laughs. “I actually hope he makes himself scarce.” “Oops, speaking of which, I think I hear his car now. Must be home for lunch.” She giggles, “Not as good a lunch as I'm going to have,” her fingers dancing on Ken's cock. Ken smiles, “I wanna go check him out,” he says, standing up, “Come darlin.” Taking Mel's hand, he leads her back into the kitchen to the side window, facing Ken's driveway, right next to John's. With her standing in front of him they look over the driveway and watch as John exits his car. Ken places his hands on Mel's hips pressing his flaccid cock into her bum. “Wonder what he'd say if he knew I just Fucked his wife;” he says, laughing and cupping her ample breasts. “I'm going to own this body, babykins. What do you think of that?” “I love it. You can have me anytime big guy; even now,” she says, giggling. “Ready to go again, are we,” he says, pushing Mel's head to the window, she arcs her back, “Doggy fuck?” she giggles in agreement. She places her hands on the window ledge for leverage. Flaring her bubble butt ass, a juicy muffed pussy peaks up at him; his fingers teasing the folds of skin. Ken slides the white dress over her luscious ass cheeks, his hands caressing. “Gawd, I love your ass, my ass,” he says, laughing, his hands guiding his cock. Running it over her butt cheeks and butt crack, watching it grow in size. He slides it down to her pussy and presses into her. “One man's loss is another man's gain,” he says, shoving his cock into Johns wife's vagina. Mel and Ken fuck. John walks back out to his car. To be continued. by PrairieDad1 for Literotica

This is a new beginning for Krissy Bakke, the hippie Christian with a whole new platform and video too! ARGH, as listeners and now viewers you are going to have to be patient. Sharing Jesus is easy. Technology is HARD. This first episode of the video podcast is a bit of a repeat of her introduction and also a reminder that Jesus is available to us all. His instruction to love God and love others is good stuff. Listen and then come back to see how Krissy improves her tech skills each week and shares Jesus of course!

Missionary to Mozambique.-Sorry microphone troubles at the beginning. Argh.

In this Mini Pause®, Jenna examines how and why the skin changes during peri and post-menopause and what you can do about it.TakeawaysPerimenopause and post-menopause is a time of massive skin changes.What can happen to the skin as estradiol declines during peri and post-menopause.How we can offset the changes we find troublesome.Chapters00:00 Introduction01:02 A Time Of Massive Skin Changes01:43 The Estrogen Factor02:16 Skin Density, Plumpness & Hydration04:09 What Are Collagen & Elastin?05:30 What Is Hyaluronic Acid?07:20 Argh:!Dehydration, Sensitivity, Crepey Skin, Itchy Skin, Pigmentation & Acne12:54 Skin 10114:33 The Layers Of The Skin17:20 15 Ways To Look After Your Skin During Peri & Post-MenopauseEpisode Resources:Read: 6 Ways To Tame Itchy Skin hereRead: How To Soothe Ichy Skin (including your va-jay-jay) hereRead: How To Have Fabulous Skin After The Age 40 hereListen: The Impact Of EDC's & Xenoestrogens On Menopause hereWatch: How Gut Health Affects Your Menopause Journey hereHappy Go Tummy® hereLotsaLocks® hereWomen On Fire® is sponsored by MenoMe®Follow MenoMe® on Instagram hereFollow MenoMe® on Facebook hereVisit the website hereSubscribe to the YouTube channel to watch the interviews here We're honoured you've joined Women On Fire® and hope you enjoyed this episode. If you did, we would be grateful if you would leave us a review wherever you listen to your podcasts or subscribe to our YouTube channel. That way, we can reach as many women as possible with Women On Fire®.Disclaimer: Our Mini Pauses® are for information purposes only. They come from a holistic vantage point and from collating (often conflicting) scientific data if it's available. They should not take the place of medical advice.menoverse, peri, menopause, postmenopause, midlife, millennopause, millennials, perimenopause, hormonal changes, symptoms, post-menopauseHosted by Ausha. See ausha.co/privacy-policy for more information.

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Dopo la Pixar e la Laika, ora è giunto il turno di un'altra grande casa di produzione di film animati. Decisamente più prolifica ma anche più imprevedibile (nel Bene e nel Male) rispetto ai suoi concorrenti, la Dreamworks Animation ci ha accompagnati per più di trent'anni in mondi in cui neanche il cielo è il limite. Poiché lassù c'è un omino seduto sulla luna intento a pescare e a narrare nuove storie. Riassunto breve? I Trolls alle prese con le boyband. Argh. --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/madmike3/message

Episode 0x79 We have no idea what's going on either... But we're going to keep doing this as long as we can manage to schedule the appointment in our calendars and also show up... Upcoming this week... Lots of News Breaches SCADA / Cyber, cyber... etc. finishing it off with DERPs/Mailbag (or Deep Dive) And there are weekly Briefs - no arguing or discussion allowed And if you've got commentary, please sent it to mailbag@liquidmatrix.org for us to check out. DISCLAIMER: It's not that explicit, but you may want to use headphones if you're at work. ADDITIONAL DISCLAIMER: In case it is unclear, this is the story of 5 opinionated infosec pros who have sufficient opinions of their own they don't need to speak for anyone except themselves. Ok? Good. In this episode: News and Commentary Apple's AI Announcements - Private Cloud Compute But is it ok that there's no money going back and forth... so we are the product? Snowflake to Close Hacking Probe Into Attack Targeting Clients Breaches Chinese hackers breached 20,000 FortiGate systems worldwide DERP Major Data Breach New Section: Jamie Yells at Clouds PLG motion with Enterprise Customers and pushing your AI Feature Set - I'm tired of getting the requests to turn it on and it comes with vague pricing issues. Seriously... so tired. If you want to sell to your Enterprise Customers, how about you have a conversation with the person who signs the OF instead of the people who can't. ARGH. Briefly -- NO ARGUING OR DISCUSSION ALLOWED Bambu Lab Second Anniversary Sale - join us in the melty plastic revolution! Medical-Targeted Ransomware Is Breaking Records After Change Healthcare's $22M Payout China state hackers infected 20,000 Fortinet VPNs, Dutch spy service says Upcoming Appearances:  -- more gratuitous self-promotion Dave: - In will be speaking at the CIO Summit in Toronto James: - Still the forest. I need a break so bad, July can't get here soon enough. Matt:  - Europe - I'M ON A BREAK -- then Vegas... Closing Thoughts Seacrest Says: Have you made your plans for the Solstice? Go long or go short - depends on your latitude. Creative Commons license: BY-NC-SA

Argh! Don't you hate it when your fantastic plans DON'T work the way you intended? I had that problem this week, when the sign-up process for my free course ended up being way more complicated than I thought. So I swapped platforms. Frustrating, but hey - you need to kiss a few frogs to find your prince, right? And speaking of finding your prince, we also saw a marriage proposal at the Trevi Foundation. So gorgeous! Finally, this is a short episode, for a very odd reason - listen to the end to find out why

-The Locus Award shortlist is out. The fantasies are:* To Shape a Dragon's Breath, Moniquill Blackgoose (Del Rey)* The Keeper's Six, Kate Elliott (Tordotcom)* Emily Wilde's Encyclopaedia of Faeries, Heather Fawcett (Del Rey; Orbit UK)* Dead Country, Max Gladstone (Tordotcom)* The Water Outlaws, S.L. Huang (Tordotcom; Solaris UK)* Paladin's Faith, T. Kingfisher (Argyll)* He Who Drowned the World, Shelley Parker-Chan (Tor; Mantle)* My Brother's Keeper, Tim Powers (Baen; Ad Astra)* City of Last Chances, Adrian Tchaikovsky (Ad Astra)* Witch King, Martha Wells (Tordotcom)The YA fantasies are:* The Sinister Booksellers of Bath, Garth Nix (Tegen; Gollancz)* Divine Rivals, Rebecca Ross (Wednesday; Magpie UK)* The Siren, the Song, and the Spy, Maggie Tokuda-Hall (Candlewick)-The Bookseller has announced the winners of the 2024 British Book Awards, also known as The Nibbies. Here once again we see the trending dominance of Romantasy and in particular Rebecca Yarros. The fantasies that came up were:* Iron Flame, Rebecca Yarros (Piaktus)* Fourth Wing, Rebecca Yarros (Piatkus) [winner in Page Turner category]* Impossible Creatures, Katherine Rundell (Bloomsbury Children's) [winner in Children's fiction category]* Powerless, Lauren Roberts (Simon & Schusters Children's)* Skandar and the Phantom Rider, A.F. Steadman (Simon & Schusters Children's)For the complete list of winners, see the official website.-Not strictly book news, but you've probably heard that they're making a new Lord of the Rings film about Gollum. I'm not very hopeful after the messes that were the Hobbit films. On the other hand Andy Serkis is a genius. We'll see…Your free and discounted fantasy ebook and audiobook sales for this month:And a little Romantasy one I snuck in to see if any Romantasy readers are interested in jumping on to the story of Ryn and Nuthea… / / /What I've been reading:I like to read something similar in form to whatever I'm working on, and I started out this month editing and submitting some short stories so I thought I would read some too. One of the stories I had was comedy-fantasy (see below), so I decided to read Terry Pratchett's short stories. I've not read any Pratchett for a while, but I spent most of my teens working through the Discworld novels. I realise now just how much Pratchett affected my writing style—which I think is good and bad! Lots of these were not that memorable. On the other hand, one or two were absolute gems, but they did depend somewhat on prior knowledge of Discworld characters. Pratchett was the king of comedy-fantasy, but seemed (by his own admission) to do best with novels…What I've been listening to:To be honest I'm still listening my way through THE LIES OF LOCKE LAMORA since it's so massive, however in the meantime here's a hot audio tip: If you haven't discovered the free fantasy short stories podcast PODCASTLE yet (from genre stories podcast group ESCAPE POD), you should check it out! In particular I recommend their full-cast recording of IN THE STACKS, a hilarious short story about some students returning a book to a vast magical library, also written by Scott Lynch.What Jo's been reading:What I've been working on:I edited and submitted three fantasy short stories to different venues this month for something different before editing SAGA OF THE JEWELS VOL. 1 in response to the professional editorial feedback I paid for. I've got one request for a full story from a partial sub so far, so that's something! I've only aimed relatively low because it's been a while since I sold any short stories, but we'll see if anything comes of them. Then I got to editing something I wrote at Christmas—a short story about a teacher in a magic school, rather than a student, for once. I'd already written a second follow-up scene, and I had a few more ideas, so I just kept going—and now I have 16,000 words of draft of a novel. Whoops. It may be total garbage, but I just wonder if this might be the mansucript that I work and work and work on until I get it house-published… I think it has potential, but I need to know if there are any other fantasy novels out there about teachers in magical schools. I've done some research and so far found two, both indies: A DREAM OF FIRE by J. R. Rasmussen and TEACHING MAGIC by Amy Cocke. I've not read these yet, though now I'm going to have to: Does anyone know of any other fantasy novels about magic school teachers?If you do, please let me know in the comments or by email reply!In other newsThis newsletter is being scheduled from The Past because at the time it goes out we will be traveling back from Bavaria! (Knowing my luck lots of important fantasy books news will have dropped in the interim…) We were given some money by the parents of a friend to go on a holiday after Jo's cancer treatment, but she hadn't been well enough to go before now. She had carte blanche to pick anywhere she wanted to go, and this is where she chose: a retreat centre in the Bavarian Alps! If you've read or listened to Saga of the Jewels Season One, this is a bit how I imagine the Zerlanese town of Nevva in the episode ‘Rest Stop'. It's meant to be family friendly, but I'm a little wary of how it's going to be with a 6yo and 1yo… Nonetheless, we are super grateful and excited. See you on the other side!Previously on Saga of the Jewels…The life of seventeen-year-old RYN, bookish son of a wealthy landowner, changes forever when his hometown is destroyed by the EMPIRE and everyone he has ever known is killed. Ryn discovers that the Empire are seeking TWELVE PRIMEVAL JEWELS which grant the power to manipulate different elements, and that his father had been hiding the Fire Ruby. He sets out to take revenge on the Imperial General who killed his family and retrieve the Ruby, and along the way meets NUTHEA the lightning-slinging princess, SAGAR the swaggering skypirate, ELRANN the tomboy engineer, CID the wizened old healer, and VISH the poppy-seed-addicted assassin. Together the adventurers decide to find all of the Jewels in order to stop the evil EMPEROR from finding them first and taking over the world. They have thus far succeeded in retrieving the Fire Ruby, borne by Ryn, and the Lightning Crystal, borne by Nuthea. They have now come to the land of FARR where they are on their way to the ‘Earth Temple' in order to attempt to find the EARTH EMERALD under the guidance of Farrian monk HULD…Saga of the Jewels Episode 25. Huld, The MonkHuld made his way through the undergrowth of the Farrian jungle, leaning on his staff, pushing a particularly big, leafy branch out of the way and taking care not to snap it.He held it back for the foreigners to allow them to get past and continue further along the trail, which also gave him an opportunity to count them off in his head as they walked by.He was having trouble remembering their names. There was the red-brown-haired fireboy, who didn't say much. Huld liked that, though he was highly cautious of the boy's flame-projection powers. One.There was the long-golden-haired girl who talked too much. It was her fault that this whole mission was happening, really. He wasn't sure what he thought about her, though he guessed her intentions were probably noble and she was probably harmless. She hadn't shown if she really had any ‘powers' yet. Two.Then there was the boy with the silly coat and the ponytail. He talked far too much, and didn't know when to hold his tongue. Huld was sure that this one's intentions were not noble. This was definitely one to keep an eye on. He smiled at the boy as he walked past.“Stop grinning at me like that,” the ponytail-boy said as he went by. “You're giving me the creeps.”“My apologies,” said Huld, without meaning it.Three.Next there was the engineer boy with the short purple hair. No, wait, this was a girl, he had now established. Actually, he still wasn't entirely sure, to be honest. She was nice enough and had been quite friendly to him so far. She seemed as though she was simply going along with the rest of the group in order to help them out, without being especially invested in their goal. Huld could understand that. Four.Then there was the old man with the beard. The only one with any sense in the whole group, as far as Huld could tell. He spoke carefully, thoughtfully, and did not rush into things. Very sensible. Five.And lastly, bringing up the rear, was the supposedly ex-Imperial masked Shadowfinger, dressed all in black. Huld was deeply suspicious of this one. He could sense a fearsome strength sealed up in this man's body, in his tense poise and the way he carried himself so deliberately as he walked which showed that he knew how to use it. This was the one to really watch. Six.And I make seven. All present and accounted for. Huld let go of the big branch, allowing it to snap back to its original place, and followed after the group.Really, this whole mission was a bad idea. It was a bad idea for anyone to be trying to interfere with the Earth Emerald, let alone a band of filthy foreigners. It had caused enough trouble the last time it had been in possession of the Republic. The previous Governor, Lord Restra, had been very sensible to have it sealed away in the Shrine to Eto. Where it should stay.But Huld lived to serve, and his life was service. If he wasn't loyal to the Republic of Farr and to his Lord Governor, then what was he?Nothing at all.So he had received his orders cheerfully with a smile on his face, as usual, and set out obeying them cheerfully with a smile on his face, as usual.The Governor's instructions had been very clear:“Make use of the foreigners' skills in order to retrieve the Earth Emerald from the Shrine, and then take it and bring it back to me”“How much further to this place anyway, baldy?” called ponytail from up ahead in the line of walkers, derailing Huld's train of thought.“Not much further,” the monk called back. The boy was rude, but Huld didn't mind the insulting term of address, really. His head had been shaved to show his devotion to Eto and the Republic. Better a ‘baldy' than having that stupid long hair tied back like a woman's. “Just keep to the trail,” he said pleasantly, “it will not be long from here.”They hadn't been able to land any closer to the Shrine in the party's airship due to the dense jungle they were now making their way through. Still, Huld was glad to be off the airship sooner rather than later. He hated the things. They were unnatural contraptions.He much preferred being here, on solid earth. He much preferred being here, hiking through the undergrowth, feeling the grassy ground through his bare feet and with the base of his straight wooden staff, surrounded by a panoply of green life, listening to the noises of buzzing insects and croaking frogs and chirping birds, breathing in the thick, warm air, smelling the refreshing fragrance of recent rain, keeping his attention on one step at a time, because that was all you could do. This was his home. This was where he belonged.Huld bumped into the Shadowfinger in front of him.The man spun round in an instant, lifting his hand to the hilt of his blade which was sheathed on his back. When he saw that it was only Huld, he relaxed again.“Look where you are going,” said the Shadowfinger cooly.“My apologies, Master Vish,” said Huld, bowing his head slightly. He had remembered this one's name. It was the only one he had. “A careless accident.”It turned out the Shadowfinger had stopped because the rest of the group had too; Huld hadn't been paying proper attention to their progress.The obscure flattened grass trail that they had been walking through the trees had come to an abrupt end, and all of a sudden the tall, densely packed trees opened up into a massive clearing.And there, looming up in the middle of the clearing, was the Shrine to Eto.The Earth Temple.“Well, that's something, I suppose,” said ponytail.Ignorant foreigner, thought Huld. It's more than ‘something'. It's one of the great wonders of Mid.The shrine was enormous, built of bricks of baked, brown earth arranged in layers one on top of another that got narrower with each layer, much like the way that Shun Pei had been built. Except unlike Shun-Pei, the layers here were square, not round, and there were no peaks or points—instead each layer was flat, creating the effect of a series of steps on four sides that climbed to reach a single cubic grey-stone summit with a flat top. Though ‘steps' was probably not the right word. You would have to be a giant to ascend these steps.It wasn't so much that the Shrine reached up to the sky, but that it reached down from the sky into the earth, widening out and fusing with it, and yet also made of it and already part of it, a vast, monolithic monument to Earth herself. Huld approved.“Where's the entrance?” asked the fire boy.“We have approached from the east,” Huld said. “I believe that the entrance is on the western side.” He had never actually visited the Shrine before, only heard stories about the ancient abandoned Shrine to Eto. The stories were surpassed by the real thing, however. Excitement fluttered in his chest at the prospect of actually going inside, though he just wished that he wasn't visiting it for the first time under these circumstances.They walked round to the western side of the Shrine, which took them a good ten minutes, such was its size.“Here we are,” said the golden girl.In the middle of the wall of the base layer of the Shrine on this side were two gigantic doors, each twice the height of Huld, which was saying something. They were made out of the same baked brown earth the colour of fertile soil as the rest of the Shrine, but you could tell that they were doors because they were cut slightly differently from the rest of the wall, three vertical lines presumably hiding hinges and the space where the doors met, and had two huge circular bronze handles hanging from halfway up each of them. The handles had to be just for show though, because they were so big, and impossible to reach.“How are we gonna open those?” said the engineer girl.The foreigners all looked at Huld with stupid expectant stares.“I am not sure…” he said after a moment. He hadn't been briefed by the Governor about this. He genuinely didn't know what to do.He walked up to a door and placed a hand on its surface. The earth it was made from was strangely warm to the touch, like it was being fed by some inner energy.Huld pushed, but the door did not budge one inch.The old man appeared at his side. “Perhaps there is some sort of password?”“Perhaps,” grunted Huld. “Though I have never heard of such a thing.” They had never had anything like that at any of the shrines or temples where he had trained. Normally doors just...opened. Like they were supposed to.“Are there any particular words or phrases that you would associate with this place?” said the old man. “Or with the worship of Eto?”Huld thought about it. “I suppose that there are.”“Perhaps you could try saying some of them out loud?”“Alright then…” Huld felt foolish, but he tried saying some of the phrases out loud anyway in his most confident, clear voice.“Hail Eto, our Mother the Earth!”Nothing.“Strength in numbers! Freedom in service! Glory in sacrifice!”Nothing.“When we strike as one we will move mountains!”Nothing.The massive door just stood there still, unmoving as the earth.“Open Sesame!” someone shouted behind him.Huld looked round and raised an eyebrow at the purple-haired engineer girl.She shrugged. “What? I heard it in a story somewhere. It was worth a shot.”Huld sighed.“Well this is going well,” said ponytail.“There must be some way in,” said goldengirl.  “Perhaps a physical technique, instead?” the old man suggested.“Hmmm,” rumbled Huld. “Yes.” This was more his language.He laid his staff on the grass and searched in his mind for a technique.Of course. Why did I not think of it before?He dropped into chocobo stance, spreading his legs just over shoulder-width apart, bending his knees, keeping his back straight, and also bending his arms but turning his palms upwards like he was holding two eggs in line with his hips.“What are you doing?” said fireboy.“Hush, if you please,” said Huld. “A fighting technique. It is called ‘Moving the Earth,' appropriately enough.”He focused on his breathing.In.Out.In.Out.He gathered the energy inside himself on his next breath in, willed it to transfer from his chest, down his arms, and into his hands, then drew his elbows back, and as he breathed out—“HA!”Huld thrust his hands forward, twisting them round as he did so, slamming his open palms into the earthen door, putting all the energy and strength of his being behind them.His palms stung at once from the impact as they met the door's resistance. They made a dull slapping noise as they connected. Huld fancied he felt the door tremor, ever so slightly.He took a step back and looked up, rubbing his tingling hands, then frowned.Nothing had moved.Someone screamed behind him.Huld span round and back into his chocobo stance.On the grass in front of the entrance to the Shrine, figures were sprouting from the ground, composed of it, literally climbing out of it. Brown figures of soil and stone with bits of grass and tree bark and foliage on them.Figures of earth.*Nuthea screamed shrill and high on reflex.A creature made of earth and soil had just risen up out of the ground next to her. It was humanoid in shape, with no facial features, but it had crude hands bunched into fists.It took a swing at her and Nuthea jumped back out of the way, screaming again.“Bolt!” she yelled, instinctively reaching for her lightning projection, and thrust her hand out.But no bolt came. She didn't even feel the play of energy along her arm.No! Not again!The creature ran towards her, pulling back its earthen fist for another strike. She wasn't going to have time to get out of the way.Earth clanged against metal as Sagar interposed one his blades between Nuthea and the attack.The skypirate pushed the golem (now Nuthea remembered the proper name for these magical creatures) away with his sword and it stumbled back a couple of paces.“Wind!” Sagar yelled, thrusting his other hand forwards.Air rushed from Sagar's open palm at the golem, but it just dug its feet into the ground, fusing with it. The wind rippled over the golem, riffling the leaves that were stuck to some of its body, but it remained completely unmoved, unharmed.“Uh-oh…” said Sagar when his wind attack was spent.Sense returned to Nuthea and she drew her own sword from its sheath at her side--a straight Manolian blade with a golden hilt and a wicked point. If lightning and wind weren't going to work on these creatures, they would have to resort to steel.The golem ran at Sagar, its feet easily detaching from the earth when it needed them to, and this time it was Nuthea's turn to step in and block its punch with her sword.Her blade bounced off the golem's fist, each knocked away by the other, sending a shudder of vibrating pain down Nuthea's arms. Whatever combination of earth and stone it was made of was tough, tough enough even to turn away Manolian steel.The others were yelling and shouting behind her. In her peripheral vision she could see more golems moving around, but for now she had to focus on the one in front of her and Sagar.“Thanks for the save, princess,” Sagar said. Did he have to make it sound so sarcastic? The pirate lunged forward, pressing the attack against the golem, trying a thrust with his swordpoint.The golem didn't respond quickly enough and this time Sagar's sword went into its chest area, puncturing it and sticking out the other side…...and not slowing it down at all.The golem punched Sagar in the face with a clay fist and he fell backwards with a shout, losing his grip on his sword and landing in a heap on the floor. He did not get up.“Sagar!” Nuthea called in concern.There wasn't time to tend to him now. The golem kept its momentum and strode towards Nuthea, throwing more punches at her, Sagar's sword still embedded in its torso.Nuthea blocked the blows, but it was so strong, and now that she saw no way of fighting back her heart began to thump rapidly in her chest as she began to panic.“Someone! Help!” she cried.The golem forced her backwards. She lifted her sword to block a particularly vicious strike, and the golem hit it so hard that it knocked it spinning out of her hands.Nuthea stumbled from the impact and fell backwards.The golem stood over her and raised its two big earthen fists above its head, about to crush her.Nuthea raised her hands to cover her face on reflex and winced, crying out in terror.“Fire!” yelled Ryn from somewhere nearby.A blast of orange flame engulfed the upper part of the golem. It immediately started batting at itself to try to extinguish the flame, but its hands only caught fire too. It collapsed to the ground, black smoke pouring off it, burning rapidly and writhing about. In a matter of moments it was a pile of smoking ash—entirely consumed by the fire.Nuthea sighed with deep relief, then retrieved her sword and stood up.“That worked well!” she said, turning to where she thought Ryn was.But Ryn wasn't there anymore. He was ten paces away, manically throwing fire at more golems, shouting focus-words one after another but sometimes not even having the time to do that. There were so many of them, closing in in a circle around the party and, apparently seeing Ryn as a threat, now the majority of them were advancing on him. He was struggling to keep up with the onrush of earthen warriors, blasting them with fire one by one, some of them getting dangerously close to him before he sent a barrage of flickering red and orange into them. Nuthea was sure he would not be able to keep this up forever.She looked for the others. Elrann was unloading her pistols at the golems one by one, blowing chunks of earth out of their bodies, but the holes she left only reformed and the golems came on. Huld was fighting a pair of golems with his hands. Cid had his sword drawn and was desperately trying to fight his way to the fallen Sagar, whom the golems now ignored. And Vish was currently occupied with fighting four golems at the same time, slashing and cutting but unable to do any lasting damage to any of them.Ryn was the only one who seemed capable of halting the golems with his fire projection. But he couldn't fight them all on his own, and he would surely run out of mana soon.Nuthea had an idea.“Ryn!” she yelled.The young man turned his head to look at her as he continued to throw fire at the onrushing creatures.“Can you localise some flame projection around my blade?”“What?” Ryn called back.“Can you hit my sword with a fire spell so that it lights on fire?”“What?!”“Just do it!” Nuthea called impatiently. “I know you can do it!” She held out her sword to him with one hand, blade pointing up.Ryn's brow furrowed, but all the same he pointed two fingers of one hand at her. “Fire!”Flame leapt from Ryn's outstretched fingers—two pointed fingers, in this case, rather than a whole thrust-out hand, perhaps because he was holding back, or perhaps because this is how his body instinctively shaped and controlled the fire to aim it more precisely.The flames hit Nuthea's raised swordblade…...and settled on it. Her whole blade became enveloped in flame and glowed red hot. The fire stopped leaping from Ryn's fingers, but it continued to burn on her blade, red and orange, covering it in a blazing, incandescent aura.“You did it!” she called. “I knew you could!”A golem was coming for her.Nuthea sprinted towards the golem, meeting it head on, and brought her flaming blade down and then up in a deadly arc from right to left across its torso, orange trailing in its wake.The blade tore through the golem's body with barely any resistance at all and passed out the other side of it, severing it in two. At the same time, the golem caught fire.It collapsed to the ground in two halves, and both halves thrashed around uselessly while they burned.“It worked!” Nuthea cried in elation. She turned. Ryn was still desperately throwing fire at the golems, sometimes missing, sometimes hitting, while the others were struggling to fend them off. “Ryn!” she shouted. “It worked! Do the same thing for the others!”“They're a bit busy right now!” Ryn called back.Nuthea looked for them. They were losing ground to the golems, getting forced backwards and closer together. Huld was now dealing with three at once, catching their fists with his palms or blocking them with his forearms, throwing back punches and kicks of his own but with little effect. Elrann stood behind and to the side of him, still desperately trying to slow their advance with her pistols, apparently not knowing what else to do and unwilling to try her whip on them. Cid was now fighting off two together with his sword, only barely managing to defend himself, but not to retaliate. And Vish had about six on him now, dancing and weaving around them as he held them at bay.Him first.“Shadowfinger Vish!” Nuthea cried. “To me!”The Shadowfinger looked up from his combat, saw her, then bent his knees and kicked off from the ground, executing one of his astonishing leaps, soaring upwards, twisting round in midair, and landing smartly next to her.“What?” the Shadowfinger said irritably, as though he had been interrupted in the middle of doing something he enjoyed, though it may have also been from frustration at the golems.“Hold up your blade! Let Ryn season it with fire!”“What?!”Why don't people just listen to me? Nuthea thought. I'm clearly the most intelligent and knowledgeable member of this adventuring party. And I'm royalty.“It won't hurt you,” she explained hurriedly. “It's a cooperative elemental projection technique. I've seen it done with lightning back home in Manolia, though I've not learned how to do it yet. But it works with fire too. Look.” She held up her own flaming sword by way of explanation.Vish slitted his eyes at her, but then held up his black sword in front of him without saying another word.“Ryn!” Nuthea called. “Over here! Do Vish's sword too!”Ryn looked over mid-spell, then hurriedly threw a hand out to perform the same technique on Vish's sword that he had done for Nuthea's.Fire jumped from his pointed fingers to set Vish's blade alight, too.The Shadowfinger's eyes went wide as he held it up to inspect it, the fire now continually burning on his blade reflecting in his grey irises.“Try again now!” said Nuthea.“Argh!” Ryn cried out.He dropped to his knees and doubled over, putting both hands out on the ground. He must be out of mana, or almost out of it. His eyes were shut in pain or concentration.The flames coming from Nuthea's and Vish's swords died down momentarily, but then Ryn grunted with exertion and they returned to their former intensity.Of course. He needs to concentrate to keep the flames burning on our swords.“Hold on, Ryn!” Nuthea called. “We're coming!”She ran towards the golems about to plough into Ryn, even as Vish leapt into the air.The Shadowfinger came down before she reached them, setting upon them as a vicious streak of black and orange, slicing earthen arms and legs from bodies, severing their heads, cleaving them in half.Nuthea joined him, and together the two of them tore through the golems, their swords leaving trails of fiery colour in the air.In no time at all they had fought their way back to Ryn and the others, and Nuthea pierced the back of the golem that was nearest to Cid, then ripped her sword out of it by kicking it to the floor. Vish made quick work of the golems besetting Elrann and Huld.A matter of moments, and all the remaining golems lay in pieces on the ground, burning up into nothing but dust and dirt.Nuthea and Vish had defeated them easily with their flame-assisted weapons.Cid ran over to the fallen form of Sagar at once and knelt down next to him, placing both his hands on the skypirate's head. “Cure,” he said.“Urrrrrrrggghh,” said Sagar as he came back to consciousness. “What the hells happened?”“One of them got you,” Nuthea called over from where she stood. “I don't think wind attacks are going to be very effective against earth elementals.”“Rrrrr,” Sagar growled quietly.“That's a cool trick, princess-girl,” said Elrann nearby, pointing at Nuthea's sword with one of her pistols.Nuthea looked at the still flaming blade. “Wait...Ryn!”Her eyes found the flame-wielding farmboy a little way away, still kneeling on the ground with both hands on it, hunched over, his eyes scrunched shut, concentrating hard.She sprinted over to him.“Ryn, it's alright!” she said between pants. “We defeated the golems! That cooperative technique did it! You can quench the flames on my and Shadowfinger Vish's swords now!”Ryn whimpered, and the flames around Nuthea's swordblade died down. His arms trembled, then gave way completely, and he fell face down onto the earth, lying flat on his front.“Grandfather!” Nuthea called out at once. “Ryn needs your help too!”Cid was already running over. He knelt next to Ryn and put a hand on his head.“He's spent all his mana…” Cid said. “Cure.”Ryn sighed a note of relief. He opened his eyes, and shakily pushed himself up, then rearranged himself so he was sitting on the ground.“That's better,” he said, rubbing his hands. “Why did that hurt so much?”“If you keep projecting when all your mana is spent, it causes you physical damage and pain,” said Cid. “The element-magic draws its energy directly from the body's physical resources, rather from your spent mana pool. I will need to give you some of my mana too. He placed a hand on Ryn's shoulder. “Syphon.”Ryn shut his eyes again for a moment and his head rocked back. “Woah. I can feel my projection powers are back. Thanks, Cid.”“That's alright, lad. It seems that we are going to be relying on your abilities quite a lot to retrieve this particular Jewel… I have a larger mana pool than you do, as I'm more experienced and have been at this game for longer, but I still only have a finite supply.”“It feels like I have...more than before,” said Ryn. “Is that because of you?”“No,” said Cid, “that's because you just pushed your mana beyond its limit, so your capacity has grown now that you've been healed. It's a very dangerous but nonetheless, aha, very sure-fire way to increase your mana capacity. It's a bit like forcing a sustained limit break. I just topped up your newly increased reserves, but I can't increase your capacity for you.”“What's a limit break?”“...I'll explain another time.”“What are you lot waffling on about?” asked Sagar as he walked over.“Oh, nothing,” said Cid, “just some of the ins-and-outs of elemental projection.”The others came over to join them too.“That was good thinking there, princess-girl,” said Elrann. “Your little trick probably saved our lives.”“It was nothing,” Nuthea said with complete sincerity. “I've seen a similar thing done with lightning in Manolia, so I just had the idea to repeat it with fire.”“Yeah,” said Sagar, “well done and everything, I'm sure we're all glad that's over, but it doesn't actually help us get into the Shrine, does it?”“Er,” said Ryn, “actually it does.”He pointed.At some time while they had been talking, the doors to the Earth Temple had opened inwards, revealing an earthen corridor beyond which receded into darkness.“Well that's creepy,” said Elrann.“Most peculiar…” said Huld.“They must have opened when we defeated the earth elementals…” said Cid.A heartbeat.“Looks like we're going in then,” said Sagar.“Wait!” said Nuthea, not wanting them to get ahead of themselves. “We need to talk about our strategy. It would appear that wind and lightning attacks were ineffective against these golems.” No need to tell them that I didn't even get a chance to test my lightning on them. What's happening to me? I'll have to ask Grandfather Cid about it later.“Where did those things come from, anyway?” said Ryn. “Huld?”“I… I'm not sure,” said the monk slowly. “I have never encountered such creatures anywhere in Farr before…” He seemed somewhat shaken.“Cid?” said Ryn.Grandfather stroked his beard. “My best guess is that they were created by the Earth Emerald itself. The Jewels have a...habit of making themselves difficult to be found. It doesn't mean that they are impossible to obtain, as we know, but they can be very difficult to get hold of. My guess is that the Emerald quite enjoys being shut up here, surrounded by all this earth, and so raised those guardians with its magic to try us before granting us entry to the Temple. This sort of thing does happen from time to time. But we appear to have passed the test, because they have stopped appearing.”“Great,” said Sagar. “Well, thanks for the warning, old timer.”“I did not know if such things would happen here or not…” Cid said, a touch defensively. “I have only ever encountered them happening on a few other occasions before…”“Never mind,” said Ryn, “like you said, we've beaten them now. Let's go inside and get this Jewel.”“That's easy for you to say, farmboy,” said Elrann. “Your fire worked well on them. The rest of us are a bit more defenceless.”“That's a good point,” Nuthea said. “Ryn, it seems we will need to rely on you if we encounter any more...earth enemies. You should conserve your mana as much as possible.”“That's right,” said Grandfather. “I topped you up, and I have a bigger mana pool than you do due to my experience, but I don't have infinite reserves and I can feel that I'm starting to run low. Make sure you don't burn through yours too quickly, or we might really get into trouble.”“That cooperative technique you had him perform was useful,” said Vish unexpectedly. The Shadowfinger almost never spoke up in group conversations. Everyone else looked just as surprised as Nuthea felt. “Make sure you save enough ‘mana' to do that again if we need you to, boy.”“I'll do my best,” said Ryn with unforced earnestness. Nuthea decided she liked that trait of his. It was growing on her, anyway. “Come on. It's time to enter this ‘Earth Temple'.”And in they went. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit sagaofthejewels.substack.com

ARGH! Oh no. Shit. For God's sake no. Please. Why? Eww. No! Seriously Why? Oh god. Fine. Here it is. Fuck.  More Pauls! https://facebook.com/ogtpod https://twitter.com/ogtpod We have a Patreon! https://www.patreon.com/ogtpod – sign up for exclusive content for as little as $1 a month. Listen to Salt's show Jen and the Film Critic with OGT guest and deep friend Jen Blundell here! Like d&d? Want more Pauls? Into nerd shit AND jokes about bums? Why not check out our d&d actual play podcast, Quest Fantastic?  https://shows.acast.com/quest-fantastic link.chtbl.com/questfantastic RSS: https://feeds.acast.com/public/shows/61d8e6b335501c0012b6c367 Goodman's EP 'Future Music' is out now! Find out where you can stream and purchase here: Future Music by Run//Phase (songwhip.com)

„Argh! Verflucht!“ Den Kopf an der ollen Riemendolle gedotzt. Liebe Seemänner (und Seejungfrauen) aus Ragnarson Rock, heute lernt ihr einige Begriffe vonner Küste. Der Frühmittelalter-Fröhlich und der skandinavische Seefahrer Schwind tauchen tief in diese Hörspielbesprechung zu „Die drei ??? und das Gold der Wikinger“ (ja, das ist kein Formulierungszufall, dass bei einer Boot-Folge getaucht wird). Warum wird Bob geschnitten? Wieso war dieses Abenteuer beinahe die letzte Folge für Andreas? Und: Sind wir nicht alle ein bisschen Bluna? Ihr habt zum Bobcast Fragen, Wünsche oder Anregungen? Dann schickt einfach eine E-Mail an: bobcast@dreifragezeichen.de „Haschimitenfürst – Der Bobcast“ ist ein Podcast von EUROPA, a division of Sony Music Entertainment Germany GmbH Idee: Andreas Fröhlich/ Regie & Konzeption: Ralf Podszus/ Moderation: Kai Schwind und Andreas Fröhlich/ Titelmusik: Jan-Friedrich Conrad/ Redaktion: Jens Nimmerrichter/ Produktion: Carina Schwarz/ Management & Koordination: Nina Schulze Pellengahr/ Redaktion Sony: Maike Müller/ Covermotiv: Aiga Rasch (Illustrationen), Tom Presting (Gestaltung), Christian Hartman, Haakon Dueland (Fotos)/ Eine Produktion von Podever Alle Infos zu den Live-Terminen und Tickets unter: https://dreifragezeichen.de/bobcastlive Alle Infos zu den Live-Terminen und Tickets unter: https://dreifragezeichen.de/bobcastlive 31.05.24 - Stuttgart - Restkarten 01.06.24 - München - ausverkauft 02.06.24 - Bad Vilbel - ausverkauft https://linktr.ee/Bobcast Vielen Dank an den Werbepartner dieser Folge: Finanzguru Mit dem Code BOBCAST kann Finanzguru Plus ganze 3 Monate kostenlos genutzt werden (normalerweise nur für 7 Tage kostenfrei). Das Angebot gilt nur für Neukund:innen. Um direkt von diesem tollen Angebot profitieren zu können, klicke hier: https://app.adjust.com/1bkqmesc

ARGH!! Was hätte ein Sieg gegen Gladbach nur für die Tabelle bedeutet! Und dann dieser Elfmeter...! Grmpf. Egal. Mund abputzen, weiter machen. Thomas und Jan lassen den Frust über VAR und Verlauf des Spiels noch kurz raus, machen noch einen kleinen Abstecher in die spannende Europa-Woche, um zum Abschluss mutig (...) auf das Spiel in Leipzig zu schauen... Geht da was? Spoiler: Es gibt Argumente DAFÜR und Argumente DAGEGEN. ;) Sei es, wie es ist: Der Europa-Traum ist noch nicht tot. Mal gucken, wie es nach dem Leipzig-Spiel aussieht. Enjoy!

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Tomamos por asalto las ondas más hondas del espectro radiofónico en la candente ciudad de Hermosillo, Sonora al llegar al abordaje de la Revista Dominical de Rubén Pineda y Edmundo Armenta para sabotear su emisión a punta de ...mucha música, producción radial de material que pretende desprogramar y defragmentar neuronas desde nuestro bucanero buque. Tomando el timón de esta emisión, su servilleta, Eltomeiro Jackson. Argh!

For 32+ years I have seen pws stutter on the word stutter and tell me they fear the word! I used to stutter on the word stutter nearly 100% of the time. The bottom line is that we attach a strong negative meaning to stuttering on stutter- shame and embarrassment. Many people who stutter refer to it as "my speech" or a "speech impediment." Ironically, "speech" is a different /s/ blend word! But, we take stuttering on "speech" less personally than "stutter." Some pws are reluctant to disclose that they stutter because they fear stuttering on "stutter." Listen in.

You've got your plan. You know it's solid - you made your own rules.Then, during a trading session, you broke your own rule. Argh! Your anger and disbelief at how a trade went against you caused you to then jump in, because, what-the-hell, right? You've already broken your rule!!This is a VICIOUS CYCLE, my traders.Listen on to how you can prevent this "what-the-hell" effect from affecting your trading account. This is your EMERGENCY KIT so that you don't blow up your account!Join her email list here. Connect with Coach Meiling on Instagram here. Coach Meiling's home on the web.

Our Martin and Chris had the good sense to fuck off on holiday for Easter so Gavin grabbed our heavy loss specialist, Craig Chapman, to see if they could ignore talking about any of the football from the win on Good Friday over Cardiff or the horrific loss yesterday to Blackburn! What's the crack? Those Good Friday vibes didn't continue, the lads would've talked about them but why bother? Argh why us argh etc Dodds was a mistake. A terrible, terrible mistake aye. Would Heckingbottom be a good appointment and if so, would it be better to get him in now or leave it until the summer? Craig attempts to get Kristjaan Speakman's attention by accusing him of picking the side himself, poor decision making, appointing his mate in a caretaker role unnecessarily, poor player recruitment for a while, resting on ancient successes and tells him to sort it out like because this isn't on like and we may get relegated next season if he doesn't sort it out like. No protests have been planned as yet. The important/vital summer becomes more important/vital still as the "important/vital summer" quote extravaganza continues. All this and more! Aye.#EFL #EFLChampionship #SAFC Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

My girlfriend and her sister play dueling practical jokes on me. By TruthWithaTwist. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. I was midway through my first year of Graduate school, getting my MBA, when my girlfriend, Tara, asked if I wanted to drive to her family's house a few hours away for the weekend. It was her Mother and Step-Father's 20th wedding party and I jumped at the chance to get away from campus for a few days. The party was scheduled for April 2nd, but their actual anniversary was April 1st, which was a running joke in the family. The chance to get away sounded great and I knew that Tara and I would always find ways to entertain ourselves on long car rides.I had started dating Tara at the beginning of the year, upon arriving at school. Tara was 3 years older than me at 28 years old. She had high cheekbones, silken brown hair and brown eyes that were expressive and sultry. She was the type of woman who could get you instantly hard with a smirk and sparkle from those eyes. Her body was amazing. Perfect tear-drop C-cup breasts, toned stomach and an ass that was just full enough to fill out the best pair of jeans. Within weeks of meeting, Tara and I became the “couple” in our friend group. Privately, we were a typical sex-focused young couple. Fortunately, we were both fairly adventurous and were willing to stretch the limits of our sexual fun. On Halloween, we found ourselves on the roof of my apartment building having sex dressed at Batman and Catwoman. One day, we decided to slink into the small town's only Adult Store where we bought a selection of toys to share, from handcuffs to vibrators to anal toys. After losing a bet on an Auburn/Alabama game on a Saturday, Tara found herself tied naked to the couch in my apartment for the duration of Sunday's Bears game as I alternated between watching the game and using her as I pleased. So, the idea of a road trip, even to her parents' house, was always a promising scenario. We didn't have classes on Friday so were on the road just after noon. It would take about 5 hours to drive to her house, so we filled my Jeep Cherokee with our bags and hit the road. I had met her parents before but it would be the first time I was meeting her younger sister, as well as her twin step-brother and step-sister. I was hearing that we were going to be doing some family-stuff on Saturday (visiting grandma, picking up stuff for the party, etc.) and then they were hosting an “anniversary brunch” at the house on Sunday. Since we both knew there would be no opportunity for frolicking while in her parents' house, Tara and I planned on heading out Sunday afternoon and stopping for the night somewhere along the way since we had no classes until Monday afternoon. Tara dozed off right out of town and started stirring after an hour or so of sleep. She was floating in and out of sleep, adjusting herself in the seat and staring out the window. I was focused on the road when I heard her mumble, “Oooh. Check that out” while looking out the window. Looking over, I saw her gesturing toward a billboard for the regions “Most Romantic Resort”. “Hot tubs! Private Cabins! Fireplaces” were all highlighted on the billboard. There was a picture of a couple cuddling in front of a fireplace to complete the obvious vibe they were going for. Tara grabbed a pen and scribbled down the phone number on a scrap of paper she found. She then grabbed my phone and called the property. I could only hear one side of the conversation where she was asking if there were rooms available, what types, how much and all those details. At one point, she reached into her purse, took out a credit card and read the number to the person she was talking to. After she hung up, she gave me an update. “So cool! They have cabins for Sunday night! The rate includes a dinner package in their restaurant; and listen about our room! It's a private cabin and it has an all-season hot tub, fireplace and she sold me on the ‘Romance Package' whatever THAT is” she laughed. “Well, I guess we're staying there, huh?” I chuckled back. “Of course! How can we pass up a cheesy romantic cabin in the hills, with dinner AND a romance package!” “So what the hell is in the Romance Package?” “I have no idea. The girl on the phone asked if we ‘would be interested in the Romance Package for an extra $35' what was I gonna say? No? Besides, it'll be fun. If we can get out of my parents' place by 4ish on Sunday, we could get there, have dinner, grab some drinks and then have fun in our cabin!” “But I still want to know what's in the romance package” I pressed, again. “Seriously? That's your big question? I have no idea. But it's a romantic resort we've never heard of, in the middle of nowhere - so I'm betting it's some of that kind of stuff from Spencer's Gifts. Y'know, flavored massage oil, blindfold, fake rose petals!” She started laughing at the expected lameness of the package. “Call back. Maybe there's a deluxe romance upgrade!” I laughed back, “See if we can get the handcuffs, vibrator, lube and a goat for $20 more!” I got a solid punch in the arm in addition to her response, “What the fuck is wrong with you? Of course you'd want that kind of stuff. Is that what you want? Me tied up in a remote cabin with a bunch of toys and a goat?” “I mean, besides the goat…..” I started, which earned me another punch in the arm. We settled back into the drive and were quiet for a few more minutes. When I looked over, I saw that Tara was definitely getting “fidgety” in her seat. 'You ok?“ I asked. “Um….I hate to actually admit this to you, but the thought of the cabin, you talking about tying me up, I'm actually getting wet.” Tara was slowly rubbing her thighs together, trying to build some friction. Her eyes were closed and her right hand was starting to rub her breast and nipple through her shirt. The subtle motions continued until she finally exclaimed, “Fuck….now I'm horny as shit.” She unbuckled her seatbelt and unbuttoned her jeans. Lifting her hips up off the seat, she slid her jeans and black panties down over her hips. Her pussy was now in clear view, she was mostly shaved, with a small landing strip. She settled back into her seat and thrust two of her fingers into her mouth. I watched as she got her index and middle finger nice and wet. With her eyes closed, she moved her hand down to her pussy and began to stroke up and down her lips. A moan escaped her as her fingers danced up and down, spreading her moisture over her most intimate area. She used her other hand to spread herself open as she started to flutter a finger on her clit. I had seen her masterbate enough to know this was her favorite approach to orgasm. A finger, vibrator or tongue flicking and dancing directly on her clit while having something penetrate her was a guaranteed path to a climax for her. As much as I wanted to reach over and touch her myself, I was struggling with a bunch of things, from watching the erotic scene next to me, to the constraints of my tightening jeans, to staying focused on the road. As I tried to watch her without getting us killed, I simply asked, “What are thinking about, babe?” “I just want to cum. I want you buried inside me, fucking me. I want you to bend me over, take me and fuck me hard.” I could tell Tara was getting close to coming, because she had this habit of getting red and flushed all across her chest when she came. When orgasms were especially intense, the splotches would extend all up her neck and into her cheeks. It was the tell-tale sign of a major Tara orgasm. Her hand picked up speed as I tried to push her over the edge. “Yeah? You looking forward to a good fuck? But what about your ass? You know how much I love your ass. Just think, when we have our cabin, I'll get my dick nice and wet in your pussy… I'll grab your ankles push them back so you are spread wide open.” Her hand was a blur at this point, she had worked two fingers from her other hand into her pussy while she continued the assault on her clit. “Uh….yeah….tell me….make me cum” she moaned. “I'll work that hard, lubed cock into your ass. Not thrusting yet. Just slowly pressing harder as I slide further into your hole.” “More…. almost there.” I reached down and adjusted my cock which was now uncomfortably wedged in some terrible trifecta of boxers, denim and seatbelt. I told her the rest of my plan. “I could reach over, pick up the vibrator and push it into your pussy, babe. When I turn it on, you'll feel me slamming into your ass, while the vibrator fills your pussy up. You'll feel me through the walls of your pussy pressing up against the toy, making us into one big vibe. Buzzing, thrusting, filling you up until you explode your hot juices all over the….” “Argh; Uhg; Uhg”. Tara's entire body clenched, spasmed, and shook for a moment. Her fingers kept dancing on her clit, but were slowing down as she recaptured her breath. She reached out and started to grab her breast before realizing that her hand was still covered in fluids. She flopped back in her seat, her chest and neck covered in bright red splotches, her legs still spread, gasping for air. For a minute, she looked like she had passed out, but slowly she got her breath and pulse back to normal. She said, “Fuck, dude. I'm going to show up at my parents house reeking of sex. We have to stop somewhere so I can clean up.” “Really? Not my fault. You started it with the whole hot tub, romance package thing. Consider this punishment for banishing me to the guest room for next 2 nights.” “I'm serious. Pull over when we can so I can get cleaned up.” She then added with a smirk, “And enjoy those blue balls that are gonna kick in REAL soon, smart ass. Maybe that will be my April Fools gift to you! Keep you hard all weekend, but not let you have any sort of release?” We did end up stopping at a rest plaza so Tara could get herself together. I stretched out for the last hour of the drive, trying to ignore the growing discomfort from my lack of personal release and hoping that Tara's didn't go through with her idea of a “fun” April Fools joke. When we finally pulled into the house, it was your typical suburban home. The family all came out to greet us. Henry and Lois, Tara's parents were the first ones out. They looked like two, normal American parents. Henry had a salt and pepper beard, and was a bit taller and heavier than me. Lois had a definite resemblance to Tara, but was shorter, stouter and jovial. In all honesty, I could 100% see them both using some white hair spray, padding and putting on costumes and being Mr. & Mrs. Claus at the local church or Christmas parade. I had met them before, so I was greeted with hugs and warm welcomes. Next up were Tara's much younger twin half-siblings, Josh and Denise. They looked to be at the start of their awkward teenage years with graphic t-shirts and overall disinterested looks on their faces. We worked our way into the house with our bags. Lois started, “Tara, your room is all set. Jason, we have a guest room upstairs next to Lindsay's room for you.” That's when we heard a voice from upstairs. “Hey bee otch. What's up?” I looked up and did a double take. I had seen pictures of Tara's younger sister Lindsay, but they were older pictures – from family vacations at Disney and the like. The young woman coming down the stairs instantly let me know what Tara looked like 8 years earlier. They could have been twins. Same hair, same eyes, same smile. Worse for me, she had the same body as Tara – just a bit firmer and younger. I could tell because Lindsay was dressed in a half-shirt showing her school logo and a pair of gray sweats emblazoned with PINK down the leg. Tara and Linsday hugged, while Lois hung her head with a voice only a mother can generate, “Really Lindsay? You couldn't have put on something other than what you sleep in to greet them?” “I did! I put on a bra!” laughed Lindsay as she purposely jumped up and down a bit. “Lindsay! Go get changed! We're going to Alfredo's for dinner. Now!” Henry's voice had that “father” tone that left no room for debate. We all separated to our rooms. Tara's was at the top of the stairs, then the twins rooms on each side of the hallway, then a bathroom, then Lindsay's whose room was next to mine in the corner. Henry & Lois had their room on the main floor down the hall from the kitchen where we walked in. We all went to dinner, got home, watched TV, and people slowly began drifting off to their rooms. I was tired from driving, so I went up and got settled in. I could hear people shuffling around as read a book in bed. In the room next door, I could hear Tara and Lindsey chatting and laughing as I dozed off. Saturday came and it was a cool, damp day. We all came down for breakfast and Tara and I maintained that awkward, “showing affection, but not being gross or inappropriate” you do around parents. We all had our list of errands to do that day. I was picking up booze for the party, plus some tables and linens since I had an SUV. Henry and Josh helped with some of it and we made multiple trips back and forth to stores all day long. Tara helped Lois pick up her dress and went to visit her grandma. For dinner, pizza and salads were ordered for the house and we all just went over the plan for the next day. Caterers were coming at 10 with the food, they were going to prep, cook and serve for when the party started at noon. Tara and Lindsay were going to help Lois get ready (they were renewing their vows to start the festivities) while Josh & Denise were told to get dressed and keep the house neat. After dinner, Tara asked if I wanted to go to the local pub. It was your typical local bar with beers, basic pub food and all locals. “Can I come too?” said Lindsay. There were some strange looks around the table until Lois said, “I think you have to be 21 on weekends.” “Not if you sit at a table at the bar, not the bar, itself. There are kids in there all the time.” Rebutted Lindsay. “Besides, if I go, I can drive home so you two can drink!” Tara jumped in, “Mom. Don't worry about it – I never get to see my sister, she can come along. Let's all get changed and go in 30.” With that, we cleaned up, freshened up, and went out to my car. As soon as we got in the car, the sisters starting giggling. Tara turned and looked at her sister in the back seat, “Ok to eat at the table. You are unreal!” “It's true….. technically!” Lindsay retorted. “OK, but since you're visiting from Connecticut, wouldn't you rather sit at the bar with the grown ups?” They then degenerated into torrents of laughter. “Ok”, I asked. “What am I missing?” Tara finally smartened me up, “Linds has a fake ID. Literally everyone knows about it ….. except Dad. Since he serves on the college faculty, we don't want him to have to lie, so we keep it from him. But yeah literally everyone else knows. Mom, me, the bartenders, everyone knows that "Becky” here just turned 20.“ Lindsay chimed in with, "I mean, I literally went to school with half the people that work there. The fact that they all know to call me Becky is Ah-mah-zing!” The bar was less than 10 minutes away, so we got there quickly and settled in at the bar. The whole night was a ton of fun. Tara and Lindsay…er…Becky….knew everyone. We drank Rolling Rock by the bucketful. Every time you turned around, someone else was buying a bucket of beers to share or a round of shots. The girls and I had migrated to a high-top table in the corner and the booze was definitely kicking in. When I ordered a couple of cokes in a row, Lindsay delicately asked, “Dude. What the fuck?” “Well, I figured you're not going to be in any shape to drive, so I figured I better stop now.” “HA! Why do you think we came up with that plan? It's only a 10 minute walk home if we cut through the high school grounds. We're gonna tell Dad that I didn't realize you drive a stick shift and I couldn't drive. Then, you can come and get the car in the morning!” The girls laughed, high-fived, and the night continued. I had some serious body weight on the sisters, but Man….could they put away the booze. Tara got up to use the restroom, which left me and Linsday alone. After a minute, she looked me in they eye, gave me a strangely-familiar sultry smile that I had seen from her sister and asked, “Like the shirt?” I looked at the shirt, with the clueless look only a guy can give and answered, “Yes, it looks great on you.” In truth, it was a nice top. It was a black and grey top that had a modern pattern throughout. The sleeves were different in that from the shoulders to the cuffs, there were criss-crossed pieces of fabric that left a lot of skin exposed. It wasn't really form-fitting, but Lindsey's pert breasts were definitely noticeable in it. “I actually got it from Tara. She left it behind after Christmas break and I snuck in and stole it from her. I just love the pattern. I think the sleeves are so cool.” Then, with her sister's trademark smirk she added, “ I really like the extra…. pattern and …. texture on the front.” Oh shit. I felt like one of those sitcoms where the main characters past flashes by in a quick montage … and I remembered the shirt. For my birthday in December, Tara and I went to New York City for the weekend. We went to a club and she wore that exact top with a pair of skintight leather pants and heels. We had been drinking and flirting and teasing all night long. BY the time we got back to the hotel, we fell into the elevator and started making out intensely. As we worked our tongues down each other's throats, I started unbuckling her belt. When I grabbed her wrists, she prepared herself for me to start undoing her pants and going after her pussy. Instead, I undid the belt halfway, threaded it through the webbing of her shirt cuffs and rethreaded it through the belt loops. Suddenly, she was like a prisoner with her hands cuffed behind her back. I continued to maul her mouth with mine until we heard the 'ding' of our floor. I walked her in front of me, with her hands bound until we got to our door. I fumbled out our key card and opened the door to our room. I pushed her inside and locked the door behind us. One of the most attractive things about Tara is that she would never back down. As I led her into the room, she got sharp sarcastic tone to her voice and said, “Nice, smart guy. But you can't get my pants down like this, can you?” “Who said I wanted what's in your pants?” I then pushed her so her legs hit the end of the bed. Before she could fall backwards…. I pushed her down and slid her forward onto her knees. She got the sexiest smile as I unbuckled my pants, dropped my boxers and simply said, “Suck.” Tara opened her mouth and enveloped my cock. She didn't start with anything delicate like licking and kissing, it was straight-up sucking. I'm average in the dick size department, so she took me in deep, getting all the way to my balls with ease, she came back and kept going with increasing suction. As I started to groan in pleasure, she began kissing the sides of my shaft until she got down to my balls. She took one, then, the other and licked and sucked on them. Then, it was back to my cock. She went back and forth, making it feel as good as any pussy I had ever been in. She backed off for a minute with I still remember as one of the sexiest sentences ever. “Either untie my hands so I can do this right, or grab me and fuck my face.” I chose the latter. I grabbed two fistfuls of her hair and started aggressively fucking her mouth and throat. To her credit, Tara kept up the suction and using her tongue as best she could while being forced on to my cock. Her eyes were watering a bit and as the pressure built, her saliva was dripping off her chin to the hotel carpet. Finally, when I hit my limit, I started to explode. The first two bursts went down her throat, but then I shocked her again. I pulled my cock from her mouth and let the remaining cum coat her face, mouth and the top of her shirt. When we finally finished, she said, “You fucker. This was a new shirt. But, with the grey pattern, I may just leave it like this. Everyone will think it's part of the shirt, but you and I know I'm wearing your cum around my neck like a medal every time I have it on.” All of this came flooding back to me in the bar as I struggled for words, “Uh…well, it looks great on you… Linds… er… Becky. I mean…. fuck.” Tara walked back to table to see my bright red face and Lindsay beaming. “He figured out the shirt didn't he?” Then to me, “Sorry, babe. You'll learn to understand my sister's weird sense of humor.” Lindsay added, “C'mon! Think of it as an April Fools joke! I mean, the look on your face was awesome.” “April Fools joke?” I questioned as I looked back at Tara, “How does she even know about that shirt?” “Babe. You're an only child. You don't understand how much sisters like to share things.” “What do you mean share?” I fumbled. That earned me a solid punch in the arm from Tara, which seemed to be happening fairly often on this trip. “Ew! Gross! I meant stories! Not men! This isn't some porn you watch when I'm not over your place, you sicko! So, don't get your "twin cest” fantasies all wound up in your head, you ass!“ "Fuck……” was pretty much all I could mutter as we went back to drinking. After another hour or so, we walked home. It was chilly, which helped us to sober up a bit, but we were still pretty buzzed. We walked in the door just after midnight and went to our rooms. At about 2:30, I felt something stirring on my bed. As I opened my blurry eyes, I could see the darkened form of Tara in our College's Sweatshirt and a pair of purple checkered panties slowly straddling me. “Shush. Everyone's sleeping” she whispered, “We have to be quiet.” She started gyrating those purple panties against my swelling cock while she kept her hands behind her on my thighs. My cock was rock hard and started to emerge from the fly in my boxers. I could feel the wetness of her pussy coming through her panties starting to lubricate my cock. As she started to moan, she lifted my hands under her sweatshirt to her tits. I grabbed a handful of her bare tits and started to feel her nipple stiffening. That's when it hit me. Twice. In the same second. Tara didn't own purple panties. In fact, she hates the color purple. Next, those weren't her tits. They were close. They were amazing. But they weren't Tara's. All of a sudden, I was like John Cena kicking out of a pin, or more accurately a fish flopping around on land. “Lindsay! Get off” I whisper-yelled and I gave her a solid shove. She landed on her ass at the foot of the bed. I was expecting tears, I was expecting a commotion, I was expecting to be killed by my girlfriend or her father. Instead, I got another smirk. “Oh well, I tried. April Fools?”  And she got up and left the room as quietly as she had entered. For the second time in as many days, I was left with a solid hard on, with the scent of an incredibly hot woman left behind. Needless to say, I got an awful night sleep. Between the alcohol, the late-night visit, and a raging hard-on, I had lost the sleep battle. I was also seriously wondering if I was somehow going to be blamed, then killed for the events of the night before. I needed to burn off some stress and the remaining alcohol, so I got up at 7:30 with the sun streaming through a crack in the window and threw on my running gear. I hit the empty neighborhood streets and started to sweat out everything from the night before. At the end of my loop, I ran back by the bar and picked up my car. As I arrived back at the house around 9:00 with coffee and donuts (in case I needed a bribe), everything seemed normal. I visited with everyone, went upstairs to grab a shower and get changed to help out for the day. When I came down at 10:15 – everything had gone to Hell. Lois was sobbing, Henry was on the phone yelling. Tara and Lindsay were trying to offer suggestions, while Josh and Denise stared silently. Pulling Tara aside, I asked, “T – what's going on?” “Turns out the caterer fucked up. They dropped off the food while you were upstairs, but they aren't staying to prep it, cook it, set it out or serve it. Lo is losing her mind, Henry is ready to punch someone.” Henry was screaming into the phone, “And I know more people in this town that I will destroy your business, do you understand?!?” “Hey Lois?” I tried to interrupt. But Lois couldn't stop crying, “Oh, girls, it's ruined. We can't get all this done in time for the guests.” “Uh….Tara? Henry?” I attempted to get anyone's attention. “Thanks For Nothing, Henry Yelled; and slammed the phone!! "Oh Henry…..Wah!” As they hysterics built to a crescendo, I finally spoke loudly enough to cut through the noise. “Uh, Anyone? Just Stop for a second!” While Lois was still whimpering, there was at least some silence. “No offense, but I'm literally standing right here. You know I spent all of college working in restaurants and bars, right? Plus, all my work experience is with caterers and managing events. I literally oversaw a functions department that did weddings for 2,000 people at a hotel in Dallas. I think I can handle 50 friends and family.” Tara was the first to speak, “Oh, my God, J ……thank you. But you can't do all this yourself. I'll help?” “Nope. But here's what I need: You get Lois ready like you planned. Henry, you and the kids finish cleaning up and putting up the tables and stuff. When the flowers get here, show them where it all goes. Linds – you knew a bunch of people working at the bar last night. Can you start texting, calling, whatever, and see if ANY of them can get their asses over here for a quick $100 bucks today? You and I will run that crew.” Lois finally was starting to calm down. “Are you sure, Jason? You're supposed to be a guest.” “Don't worry about it. This is literally what I do. Consider this my gift to you. I'll just keep the salt & pepper shakers that say 'Henry and Lois' for my place!” Henry gave me a big bear hug and said to me and Lindsay, “Tell your friends $200 each. If you can get them and pull this off, I'll pay anything.” And with that, everyone started their tasks. I grabbed the prep instructions the caterers had left and started to figure out timing and how the ovens worked. I was looking for some baking trays under the cabinets, when Lindsay came down and told me she had one bartender, a waitress and a waiter on their way. “Awesome. Any idea when they'll get here? I'm gonna need some help in here.” “Dude. I woke them up after they worked a night shift. Be glad we got who we did. I'll tell you what, I'll help you for now, then when they get here I'll get changed. That way, I'll know what's going on too. Once the party starts, I can be the runner for you and them.” I stood up, walked over and gave Lindsay a big hug. Once again, I felt her amazing tits – this time pressed up against me through her sweater. With that, we started working. I was scribbling on a pad I found, how I was going to schedule out the food so we had it flowing the whole time. Lindsay was unwrapping all the food trays and putting them in different parts of the kitchen at my direction. Time flew by and at noon the servers started showing up. Ed was actually one of the bartenders I met the night before. I had Lindsay show him to the patio, where the makeshift bar was set up. Then I told her to get dressed for the ceremony. I took Leslie & Marc and told them how we were laying things out. As soon as the ceremony ended, we wanted champagne poured and passed out for a toast. While they did that, I'd put the cold platters in the family room and living room. Then, we had time to start pulling the hot food, which they would pass from room to room. As the guests arrived, things picked up. The rooms were small and tight. Leslie, Marc and I were running around with platters of food and clearing old plates. Of course, we were also taking requests from people who were too lazy to walk the 30 feet to Ed at the bar. At about 1:30, I was in the kitchen, on the ground trying to reach into the back of a cabinet for a cake platter. I heard the familiar click-click of high heel shoes and squirmed out of the cabinet. I looked over to see that I was within a tongue-length of an amazing pair of legs perched on a pair of black heels. My eyes traveled up to see that Lindsay was wearing a short, pleated yellow skirt with a white blouse that accentuated her amazing tits. “You need anything, boss?” she asked. “Uh…no Linds. All is good here.” She took a half step forward and could have straddled my head and answered, “You sure?” “Lindsay, c'mon, kid, you gotta stop with the flirting. You're killing me.” Without moving, she continued, “I may have been drunk last night, but I figured out what tipped you off it wasn't me. First, it was my tits. You've felt Tara's enough to know mine weren't hers. I should have kept your hands outside the sweatshirt, Next, it was the panties. Tara hates purple. So, I fixed that, too,” With that, she lifted her skirt to show me her naked pussy. It's not an understatement to say it was amazing. The lips were shaved bare, but she kept a very thin, very fine landing strip that ended at the top of her cleft, just like her sister. Everything looked perfect and it was all…right…there. “I mean you haven't had a chance to stop and eat. Don't you want a snack?” Sounds of people heading our way made Lindsay drop her skirt, grab a platter of desserts and leave the room with a flounce. “I swear” I muttered to myself as I readjusted my dick yet again, “one more little prank from her and I'm gonna murder someone this weekend.” At this point, I was tired, sweating, and laying on the tile floor of a kitchen, trying to hide my erectness. Finally, after a few hours, the party started to wind down. Friends left, some family members remained. The immediate family all started to get changed out of their dressy clothes. At about 4:30, Tara found her way to the kitchen just I was cleaning up with the team. “Babe. Thank you so much. I talked to my parents and told them we are going to head out. Go get yourself together and let's get on the road. If anyone deserves a good dinner tonight, it's you.” I went upstairs and took my first good look at myself in the mirror. I was covered in food remnants and splatters. I undressed and threw on jeans, and a new shirt. I packed up my stuff, grabbed Tara's bags and loaded up the car. We went back in to say goodbye to everyone. Henry and Lo were still with some remaining guests on the patio. The kids were playing video games. Lindsay was with some cousins and friends drinking a glass of wine. Fortunately, she was dressed in a pair of shorts, t-shirt and keds. Henry and Lo couldn't stop hugging and thanking me. The kids gave me high-fives. Lindsay gave me what ended up being a fairly chaste hug. As we pulled away, she said to Tara, “You've got a good one, T!” As I made my way toward the door, Henry reached out to me again, taking me another big bear hug. I've got some size, but I thought he was going to break my ribs. He pulled away and said, “You're a good man, Jason. Thank you.” With that he stuck out his hand for a final handshake. Having worked in restaurants for years, I felt the familiar “gentlemen's tip” moving some folded bills into my hand. “Don't say a word” he said quietly. You saved us today and if the servers got $200…that's the least I can do for you.“ I thanked him, hugged him again and discreetly put the money in my pocket. Tara and I hopped in the car and started heading to Midnock Valley Resort. We had about a 3 hour drive and we just chatted about the party in general. About an hour in, Tara asked me, "So, did she hit on you?” I didn't know how to answer…so I went with a blank stare. “Babe. It's ok. She does it all the time. It's some little sister thing. Wants to prove that she can be as grown up as me. But the good news is, if you had done anything – she would have told me right away and tell me you're a scumbag.” “But…..” “Sisters before Misters. It's the golden rule.” “Thank goodness you're hot” I joked, “Because that may be the most fucked-up and lamest thing anyone has ever said to me.” With that, we started laughing and settled in for the rest of the drive. To be continued.. By TruthwithaTwist for Literotica.

My girlfriend and her sister play dueling practical jokes on me. By TruthWithaTwist. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. I was midway through my first year of Graduate school, getting my MBA, when my girlfriend, Tara, asked if I wanted to drive to her family's house a few hours away for the weekend. It was her Mother and Step-Father's 20th wedding party and I jumped at the chance to get away from campus for a few days. The party was scheduled for April 2nd, but their actual anniversary was April 1st, which was a running joke in the family. The chance to get away sounded great and I knew that Tara and I would always find ways to entertain ourselves on long car rides.I had started dating Tara at the beginning of the year, upon arriving at school. Tara was 3 years older than me at 28 years old. She had high cheekbones, silken brown hair and brown eyes that were expressive and sultry. She was the type of woman who could get you instantly hard with a smirk and sparkle from those eyes. Her body was amazing. Perfect tear-drop C-cup breasts, toned stomach and an ass that was just full enough to fill out the best pair of jeans. Within weeks of meeting, Tara and I became the “couple” in our friend group. Privately, we were a typical sex-focused young couple. Fortunately, we were both fairly adventurous and were willing to stretch the limits of our sexual fun. On Halloween, we found ourselves on the roof of my apartment building having sex dressed at Batman and Catwoman. One day, we decided to slink into the small town's only Adult Store where we bought a selection of toys to share, from handcuffs to vibrators to anal toys. After losing a bet on an Auburn/Alabama game on a Saturday, Tara found herself tied naked to the couch in my apartment for the duration of Sunday's Bears game as I alternated between watching the game and using her as I pleased. So, the idea of a road trip, even to her parents' house, was always a promising scenario. We didn't have classes on Friday so were on the road just after noon. It would take about 5 hours to drive to her house, so we filled my Jeep Cherokee with our bags and hit the road. I had met her parents before but it would be the first time I was meeting her younger sister, as well as her twin step-brother and step-sister. I was hearing that we were going to be doing some family-stuff on Saturday (visiting grandma, picking up stuff for the party, etc.) and then they were hosting an “anniversary brunch” at the house on Sunday. Since we both knew there would be no opportunity for frolicking while in her parents' house, Tara and I planned on heading out Sunday afternoon and stopping for the night somewhere along the way since we had no classes until Monday afternoon. Tara dozed off right out of town and started stirring after an hour or so of sleep. She was floating in and out of sleep, adjusting herself in the seat and staring out the window. I was focused on the road when I heard her mumble, “Oooh. Check that out” while looking out the window. Looking over, I saw her gesturing toward a billboard for the regions “Most Romantic Resort”. “Hot tubs! Private Cabins! Fireplaces” were all highlighted on the billboard. There was a picture of a couple cuddling in front of a fireplace to complete the obvious vibe they were going for. Tara grabbed a pen and scribbled down the phone number on a scrap of paper she found. She then grabbed my phone and called the property. I could only hear one side of the conversation where she was asking if there were rooms available, what types, how much and all those details. At one point, she reached into her purse, took out a credit card and read the number to the person she was talking to. After she hung up, she gave me an update. “So cool! They have cabins for Sunday night! The rate includes a dinner package in their restaurant; and listen about our room! It's a private cabin and it has an all-season hot tub, fireplace and she sold me on the ‘Romance Package' whatever THAT is” she laughed. “Well, I guess we're staying there, huh?” I chuckled back. “Of course! How can we pass up a cheesy romantic cabin in the hills, with dinner AND a romance package!” “So what the hell is in the Romance Package?” “I have no idea. The girl on the phone asked if we ‘would be interested in the Romance Package for an extra $35' what was I gonna say? No? Besides, it'll be fun. If we can get out of my parents' place by 4ish on Sunday, we could get there, have dinner, grab some drinks and then have fun in our cabin!” “But I still want to know what's in the romance package” I pressed, again. “Seriously? That's your big question? I have no idea. But it's a romantic resort we've never heard of, in the middle of nowhere - so I'm betting it's some of that kind of stuff from Spencer's Gifts. Y'know, flavored massage oil, blindfold, fake rose petals!” She started laughing at the expected lameness of the package. “Call back. Maybe there's a deluxe romance upgrade!” I laughed back, “See if we can get the handcuffs, vibrator, lube and a goat for $20 more!” I got a solid punch in the arm in addition to her response, “What the fuck is wrong with you? Of course you'd want that kind of stuff. Is that what you want? Me tied up in a remote cabin with a bunch of toys and a goat?” “I mean, besides the goat…..” I started, which earned me another punch in the arm. We settled back into the drive and were quiet for a few more minutes. When I looked over, I saw that Tara was definitely getting “fidgety” in her seat. 'You ok?“ I asked. “Um….I hate to actually admit this to you, but the thought of the cabin, you talking about tying me up, I'm actually getting wet.” Tara was slowly rubbing her thighs together, trying to build some friction. Her eyes were closed and her right hand was starting to rub her breast and nipple through her shirt. The subtle motions continued until she finally exclaimed, “Fuck….now I'm horny as shit.” She unbuckled her seatbelt and unbuttoned her jeans. Lifting her hips up off the seat, she slid her jeans and black panties down over her hips. Her pussy was now in clear view, she was mostly shaved, with a small landing strip. She settled back into her seat and thrust two of her fingers into her mouth. I watched as she got her index and middle finger nice and wet. With her eyes closed, she moved her hand down to her pussy and began to stroke up and down her lips. A moan escaped her as her fingers danced up and down, spreading her moisture over her most intimate area. She used her other hand to spread herself open as she started to flutter a finger on her clit. I had seen her masterbate enough to know this was her favorite approach to orgasm. A finger, vibrator or tongue flicking and dancing directly on her clit while having something penetrate her was a guaranteed path to a climax for her. As much as I wanted to reach over and touch her myself, I was struggling with a bunch of things, from watching the erotic scene next to me, to the constraints of my tightening jeans, to staying focused on the road. As I tried to watch her without getting us killed, I simply asked, “What are thinking about, babe?” “I just want to cum. I want you buried inside me, fucking me. I want you to bend me over, take me and fuck me hard.” I could tell Tara was getting close to coming, because she had this habit of getting red and flushed all across her chest when she came. When orgasms were especially intense, the splotches would extend all up her neck and into her cheeks. It was the tell-tale sign of a major Tara orgasm. Her hand picked up speed as I tried to push her over the edge. “Yeah? You looking forward to a good fuck? But what about your ass? You know how much I love your ass. Just think, when we have our cabin, I'll get my dick nice and wet in your pussy… I'll grab your ankles push them back so you are spread wide open.” Her hand was a blur at this point, she had worked two fingers from her other hand into her pussy while she continued the assault on her clit. “Uh….yeah….tell me….make me cum” she moaned. “I'll work that hard, lubed cock into your ass. Not thrusting yet. Just slowly pressing harder as I slide further into your hole.” “More…. almost there.” I reached down and adjusted my cock which was now uncomfortably wedged in some terrible trifecta of boxers, denim and seatbelt. I told her the rest of my plan. “I could reach over, pick up the vibrator and push it into your pussy, babe. When I turn it on, you'll feel me slamming into your ass, while the vibrator fills your pussy up. You'll feel me through the walls of your pussy pressing up against the toy, making us into one big vibe. Buzzing, thrusting, filling you up until you explode your hot juices all over the….” “Argh; Uhg; Uhg”. Tara's entire body clenched, spasmed, and shook for a moment. Her fingers kept dancing on her clit, but were slowing down as she recaptured her breath. She reached out and started to grab her breast before realizing that her hand was still covered in fluids. She flopped back in her seat, her chest and neck covered in bright red splotches, her legs still spread, gasping for air. For a minute, she looked like she had passed out, but slowly she got her breath and pulse back to normal. She said, “Fuck, dude. I'm going to show up at my parents house reeking of sex. We have to stop somewhere so I can clean up.” “Really? Not my fault. You started it with the whole hot tub, romance package thing. Consider this punishment for banishing me to the guest room for next 2 nights.” “I'm serious. Pull over when we can so I can get cleaned up.” She then added with a smirk, “And enjoy those blue balls that are gonna kick in REAL soon, smart ass. Maybe that will be my April Fools gift to you! Keep you hard all weekend, but not let you have any sort of release?” We did end up stopping at a rest plaza so Tara could get herself together. I stretched out for the last hour of the drive, trying to ignore the growing discomfort from my lack of personal release and hoping that Tara's didn't go through with her idea of a “fun” April Fools joke. When we finally pulled into the house, it was your typical suburban home. The family all came out to greet us. Henry and Lois, Tara's parents were the first ones out. They looked like two, normal American parents. Henry had a salt and pepper beard, and was a bit taller and heavier than me. Lois had a definite resemblance to Tara, but was shorter, stouter and jovial. In all honesty, I could 100% see them both using some white hair spray, padding and putting on costumes and being Mr. & Mrs. Claus at the local church or Christmas parade. I had met them before, so I was greeted with hugs and warm welcomes. Next up were Tara's much younger twin half-siblings, Josh and Denise. They looked to be at the start of their awkward teenage years with graphic t-shirts and overall disinterested looks on their faces. We worked our way into the house with our bags. Lois started, “Tara, your room is all set. Jason, we have a guest room upstairs next to Lindsay's room for you.” That's when we heard a voice from upstairs. “Hey bee otch. What's up?” I looked up and did a double take. I had seen pictures of Tara's younger sister Lindsay, but they were older pictures – from family vacations at Disney and the like. The young woman coming down the stairs instantly let me know what Tara looked like 8 years earlier. They could have been twins. Same hair, same eyes, same smile. Worse for me, she had the same body as Tara – just a bit firmer and younger. I could tell because Lindsay was dressed in a half-shirt showing her school logo and a pair of gray sweats emblazoned with PINK down the leg. Tara and Linsday hugged, while Lois hung her head with a voice only a mother can generate, “Really Lindsay? You couldn't have put on something other than what you sleep in to greet them?” “I did! I put on a bra!” laughed Lindsay as she purposely jumped up and down a bit. “Lindsay! Go get changed! We're going to Alfredo's for dinner. Now!” Henry's voice had that “father” tone that left no room for debate. We all separated to our rooms. Tara's was at the top of the stairs, then the twins rooms on each side of the hallway, then a bathroom, then Lindsay's whose room was next to mine in the corner. Henry & Lois had their room on the main floor down the hall from the kitchen where we walked in. We all went to dinner, got home, watched TV, and people slowly began drifting off to their rooms. I was tired from driving, so I went up and got settled in. I could hear people shuffling around as read a book in bed. In the room next door, I could hear Tara and Lindsey chatting and laughing as I dozed off. Saturday came and it was a cool, damp day. We all came down for breakfast and Tara and I maintained that awkward, “showing affection, but not being gross or inappropriate” you do around parents. We all had our list of errands to do that day. I was picking up booze for the party, plus some tables and linens since I had an SUV. Henry and Josh helped with some of it and we made multiple trips back and forth to stores all day long. Tara helped Lois pick up her dress and went to visit her grandma. For dinner, pizza and salads were ordered for the house and we all just went over the plan for the next day. Caterers were coming at 10 with the food, they were going to prep, cook and serve for when the party started at noon. Tara and Lindsay were going to help Lois get ready (they were renewing their vows to start the festivities) while Josh & Denise were told to get dressed and keep the house neat. After dinner, Tara asked if I wanted to go to the local pub. It was your typical local bar with beers, basic pub food and all locals. “Can I come too?” said Lindsay. There were some strange looks around the table until Lois said, “I think you have to be 21 on weekends.” “Not if you sit at a table at the bar, not the bar, itself. There are kids in there all the time.” Rebutted Lindsay. “Besides, if I go, I can drive home so you two can drink!” Tara jumped in, “Mom. Don't worry about it – I never get to see my sister, she can come along. Let's all get changed and go in 30.” With that, we cleaned up, freshened up, and went out to my car. As soon as we got in the car, the sisters starting giggling. Tara turned and looked at her sister in the back seat, “Ok to eat at the table. You are unreal!” “It's true….. technically!” Lindsay retorted. “OK, but since you're visiting from Connecticut, wouldn't you rather sit at the bar with the grown ups?” They then degenerated into torrents of laughter. “Ok”, I asked. “What am I missing?” Tara finally smartened me up, “Linds has a fake ID. Literally everyone knows about it ….. except Dad. Since he serves on the college faculty, we don't want him to have to lie, so we keep it from him. But yeah literally everyone else knows. Mom, me, the bartenders, everyone knows that "Becky” here just turned 20.“ Lindsay chimed in with, "I mean, I literally went to school with half the people that work there. The fact that they all know to call me Becky is Ah-mah-zing!” The bar was less than 10 minutes away, so we got there quickly and settled in at the bar. The whole night was a ton of fun. Tara and Lindsay…er…Becky….knew everyone. We drank Rolling Rock by the bucketful. Every time you turned around, someone else was buying a bucket of beers to share or a round of shots. The girls and I had migrated to a high-top table in the corner and the booze was definitely kicking in. When I ordered a couple of cokes in a row, Lindsay delicately asked, “Dude. What the fuck?” “Well, I figured you're not going to be in any shape to drive, so I figured I better stop now.” “HA! Why do you think we came up with that plan? It's only a 10 minute walk home if we cut through the high school grounds. We're gonna tell Dad that I didn't realize you drive a stick shift and I couldn't drive. Then, you can come and get the car in the morning!” The girls laughed, high-fived, and the night continued. I had some serious body weight on the sisters, but Man….could they put away the booze. Tara got up to use the restroom, which left me and Linsday alone. After a minute, she looked me in they eye, gave me a strangely-familiar sultry smile that I had seen from her sister and asked, “Like the shirt?” I looked at the shirt, with the clueless look only a guy can give and answered, “Yes, it looks great on you.” In truth, it was a nice top. It was a black and grey top that had a modern pattern throughout. The sleeves were different in that from the shoulders to the cuffs, there were criss-crossed pieces of fabric that left a lot of skin exposed. It wasn't really form-fitting, but Lindsey's pert breasts were definitely noticeable in it. “I actually got it from Tara. She left it behind after Christmas break and I snuck in and stole it from her. I just love the pattern. I think the sleeves are so cool.” Then, with her sister's trademark smirk she added, “ I really like the extra…. pattern and …. texture on the front.” Oh shit. I felt like one of those sitcoms where the main characters past flashes by in a quick montage … and I remembered the shirt. For my birthday in December, Tara and I went to New York City for the weekend. We went to a club and she wore that exact top with a pair of skintight leather pants and heels. We had been drinking and flirting and teasing all night long. BY the time we got back to the hotel, we fell into the elevator and started making out intensely. As we worked our tongues down each other's throats, I started unbuckling her belt. When I grabbed her wrists, she prepared herself for me to start undoing her pants and going after her pussy. Instead, I undid the belt halfway, threaded it through the webbing of her shirt cuffs and rethreaded it through the belt loops. Suddenly, she was like a prisoner with her hands cuffed behind her back. I continued to maul her mouth with mine until we heard the 'ding' of our floor. I walked her in front of me, with her hands bound until we got to our door. I fumbled out our key card and opened the door to our room. I pushed her inside and locked the door behind us. One of the most attractive things about Tara is that she would never back down. As I led her into the room, she got sharp sarcastic tone to her voice and said, “Nice, smart guy. But you can't get my pants down like this, can you?” “Who said I wanted what's in your pants?” I then pushed her so her legs hit the end of the bed. Before she could fall backwards…. I pushed her down and slid her forward onto her knees. She got the sexiest smile as I unbuckled my pants, dropped my boxers and simply said, “Suck.” Tara opened her mouth and enveloped my cock. She didn't start with anything delicate like licking and kissing, it was straight-up sucking. I'm average in the dick size department, so she took me in deep, getting all the way to my balls with ease, she came back and kept going with increasing suction. As I started to groan in pleasure, she began kissing the sides of my shaft until she got down to my balls. She took one, then, the other and licked and sucked on them. Then, it was back to my cock. She went back and forth, making it feel as good as any pussy I had ever been in. She backed off for a minute with I still remember as one of the sexiest sentences ever. “Either untie my hands so I can do this right, or grab me and fuck my face.” I chose the latter. I grabbed two fistfuls of her hair and started aggressively fucking her mouth and throat. To her credit, Tara kept up the suction and using her tongue as best she could while being forced on to my cock. Her eyes were watering a bit and as the pressure built, her saliva was dripping off her chin to the hotel carpet. Finally, when I hit my limit, I started to explode. The first two bursts went down her throat, but then I shocked her again. I pulled my cock from her mouth and let the remaining cum coat her face, mouth and the top of her shirt. When we finally finished, she said, “You fucker. This was a new shirt. But, with the grey pattern, I may just leave it like this. Everyone will think it's part of the shirt, but you and I know I'm wearing your cum around my neck like a medal every time I have it on.” All of this came flooding back to me in the bar as I struggled for words, “Uh…well, it looks great on you… Linds… er… Becky. I mean…. fuck.” Tara walked back to table to see my bright red face and Lindsay beaming. “He figured out the shirt didn't he?” Then to me, “Sorry, babe. You'll learn to understand my sister's weird sense of humor.” Lindsay added, “C'mon! Think of it as an April Fools joke! I mean, the look on your face was awesome.” “April Fools joke?” I questioned as I looked back at Tara, “How does she even know about that shirt?” “Babe. You're an only child. You don't understand how much sisters like to share things.” “What do you mean share?” I fumbled. That earned me a solid punch in the arm from Tara, which seemed to be happening fairly often on this trip. “Ew! Gross! I meant stories! Not men! This isn't some porn you watch when I'm not over your place, you sicko! So, don't get your "twin cest” fantasies all wound up in your head, you ass!“ "Fuck……” was pretty much all I could mutter as we went back to drinking. After another hour or so, we walked home. It was chilly, which helped us to sober up a bit, but we were still pretty buzzed. We walked in the door just after midnight and went to our rooms. At about 2:30, I felt something stirring on my bed. As I opened my blurry eyes, I could see the darkened form of Tara in our College's Sweatshirt and a pair of purple checkered panties slowly straddling me. “Shush. Everyone's sleeping” she whispered, “We have to be quiet.” She started gyrating those purple panties against my swelling cock while she kept her hands behind her on my thighs. My cock was rock hard and started to emerge from the fly in my boxers. I could feel the wetness of her pussy coming through her panties starting to lubricate my cock. As she started to moan, she lifted my hands under her sweatshirt to her tits. I grabbed a handful of her bare tits and started to feel her nipple stiffening. That's when it hit me. Twice. In the same second. Tara didn't own purple panties. In fact, she hates the color purple. Next, those weren't her tits. They were close. They were amazing. But they weren't Tara's. All of a sudden, I was like John Cena kicking out of a pin, or more accurately a fish flopping around on land. “Lindsay! Get off” I whisper-yelled and I gave her a solid shove. She landed on her ass at the foot of the bed. I was expecting tears, I was expecting a commotion, I was expecting to be killed by my girlfriend or her father. Instead, I got another smirk. “Oh well, I tried. April Fools?”  And she got up and left the room as quietly as she had entered. For the second time in as many days, I was left with a solid hard on, with the scent of an incredibly hot woman left behind. Needless to say, I got an awful night sleep. Between the alcohol, the late-night visit, and a raging hard-on, I had lost the sleep battle. I was also seriously wondering if I was somehow going to be blamed, then killed for the events of the night before. I needed to burn off some stress and the remaining alcohol, so I got up at 7:30 with the sun streaming through a crack in the window and threw on my running gear. I hit the empty neighborhood streets and started to sweat out everything from the night before. At the end of my loop, I ran back by the bar and picked up my car. As I arrived back at the house around 9:00 with coffee and donuts (in case I needed a bribe), everything seemed normal. I visited with everyone, went upstairs to grab a shower and get changed to help out for the day. When I came down at 10:15 – everything had gone to Hell. Lois was sobbing, Henry was on the phone yelling. Tara and Lindsay were trying to offer suggestions, while Josh and Denise stared silently. Pulling Tara aside, I asked, “T – what's going on?” “Turns out the caterer fucked up. They dropped off the food while you were upstairs, but they aren't staying to prep it, cook it, set it out or serve it. Lo is losing her mind, Henry is ready to punch someone.” Henry was screaming into the phone, “And I know more people in this town that I will destroy your business, do you understand?!?” “Hey Lois?” I tried to interrupt. But Lois couldn't stop crying, “Oh, girls, it's ruined. We can't get all this done in time for the guests.” “Uh….Tara? Henry?” I attempted to get anyone's attention. “Thanks For Nothing, Henry Yelled; and slammed the phone!! "Oh Henry…..Wah!” As they hysterics built to a crescendo, I finally spoke loudly enough to cut through the noise. “Uh, Anyone? Just Stop for a second!” While Lois was still whimpering, there was at least some silence. “No offense, but I'm literally standing right here. You know I spent all of college working in restaurants and bars, right? Plus, all my work experience is with caterers and managing events. I literally oversaw a functions department that did weddings for 2,000 people at a hotel in Dallas. I think I can handle 50 friends and family.” Tara was the first to speak, “Oh, my God, J ……thank you. But you can't do all this yourself. I'll help?” “Nope. But here's what I need: You get Lois ready like you planned. Henry, you and the kids finish cleaning up and putting up the tables and stuff. When the flowers get here, show them where it all goes. Linds – you knew a bunch of people working at the bar last night. Can you start texting, calling, whatever, and see if ANY of them can get their asses over here for a quick $100 bucks today? You and I will run that crew.” Lois finally was starting to calm down. “Are you sure, Jason? You're supposed to be a guest.” “Don't worry about it. This is literally what I do. Consider this my gift to you. I'll just keep the salt & pepper shakers that say 'Henry and Lois' for my place!” Henry gave me a big bear hug and said to me and Lindsay, “Tell your friends $200 each. If you can get them and pull this off, I'll pay anything.” And with that, everyone started their tasks. I grabbed the prep instructions the caterers had left and started to figure out timing and how the ovens worked. I was looking for some baking trays under the cabinets, when Lindsay came down and told me she had one bartender, a waitress and a waiter on their way. “Awesome. Any idea when they'll get here? I'm gonna need some help in here.” “Dude. I woke them up after they worked a night shift. Be glad we got who we did. I'll tell you what, I'll help you for now, then when they get here I'll get changed. That way, I'll know what's going on too. Once the party starts, I can be the runner for you and them.” I stood up, walked over and gave Lindsay a big hug. Once again, I felt her amazing tits – this time pressed up against me through her sweater. With that, we started working. I was scribbling on a pad I found, how I was going to schedule out the food so we had it flowing the whole time. Lindsay was unwrapping all the food trays and putting them in different parts of the kitchen at my direction. Time flew by and at noon the servers started showing up. Ed was actually one of the bartenders I met the night before. I had Lindsay show him to the patio, where the makeshift bar was set up. Then I told her to get dressed for the ceremony. I took Leslie & Marc and told them how we were laying things out. As soon as the ceremony ended, we wanted champagne poured and passed out for a toast. While they did that, I'd put the cold platters in the family room and living room. Then, we had time to start pulling the hot food, which they would pass from room to room. As the guests arrived, things picked up. The rooms were small and tight. Leslie, Marc and I were running around with platters of food and clearing old plates. Of course, we were also taking requests from people who were too lazy to walk the 30 feet to Ed at the bar. At about 1:30, I was in the kitchen, on the ground trying to reach into the back of a cabinet for a cake platter. I heard the familiar click-click of high heel shoes and squirmed out of the cabinet. I looked over to see that I was within a tongue-length of an amazing pair of legs perched on a pair of black heels. My eyes traveled up to see that Lindsay was wearing a short, pleated yellow skirt with a white blouse that accentuated her amazing tits. “You need anything, boss?” she asked. “Uh…no Linds. All is good here.” She took a half step forward and could have straddled my head and answered, “You sure?” “Lindsay, c'mon, kid, you gotta stop with the flirting. You're killing me.” Without moving, she continued, “I may have been drunk last night, but I figured out what tipped you off it wasn't me. First, it was my tits. You've felt Tara's enough to know mine weren't hers. I should have kept your hands outside the sweatshirt, Next, it was the panties. Tara hates purple. So, I fixed that, too,” With that, she lifted her skirt to show me her naked pussy. It's not an understatement to say it was amazing. The lips were shaved bare, but she kept a very thin, very fine landing strip that ended at the top of her cleft, just like her sister. Everything looked perfect and it was all…right…there. “I mean you haven't had a chance to stop and eat. Don't you want a snack?” Sounds of people heading our way made Lindsay drop her skirt, grab a platter of desserts and leave the room with a flounce. “I swear” I muttered to myself as I readjusted my dick yet again, “one more little prank from her and I'm gonna murder someone this weekend.” At this point, I was tired, sweating, and laying on the tile floor of a kitchen, trying to hide my erectness. Finally, after a few hours, the party started to wind down. Friends left, some family members remained. The immediate family all started to get changed out of their dressy clothes. At about 4:30, Tara found her way to the kitchen just I was cleaning up with the team. “Babe. Thank you so much. I talked to my parents and told them we are going to head out. Go get yourself together and let's get on the road. If anyone deserves a good dinner tonight, it's you.” I went upstairs and took my first good look at myself in the mirror. I was covered in food remnants and splatters. I undressed and threw on jeans, and a new shirt. I packed up my stuff, grabbed Tara's bags and loaded up the car. We went back in to say goodbye to everyone. Henry and Lo were still with some remaining guests on the patio. The kids were playing video games. Lindsay was with some cousins and friends drinking a glass of wine. Fortunately, she was dressed in a pair of shorts, t-shirt and keds. Henry and Lo couldn't stop hugging and thanking me. The kids gave me high-fives. Lindsay gave me what ended up being a fairly chaste hug. As we pulled away, she said to Tara, “You've got a good one, T!” As I made my way toward the door, Henry reached out to me again, taking me another big bear hug. I've got some size, but I thought he was going to break my ribs. He pulled away and said, “You're a good man, Jason. Thank you.” With that he stuck out his hand for a final handshake. Having worked in restaurants for years, I felt the familiar “gentlemen's tip” moving some folded bills into my hand. “Don't say a word” he said quietly. You saved us today and if the servers got $200…that's the least I can do for you.“ I thanked him, hugged him again and discreetly put the money in my pocket. Tara and I hopped in the car and started heading to Midnock Valley Resort. We had about a 3 hour drive and we just chatted about the party in general. About an hour in, Tara asked me, "So, did she hit on you?” I didn't know how to answer…so I went with a blank stare. “Babe. It's ok. She does it all the time. It's some little sister thing. Wants to prove that she can be as grown up as me. But the good news is, if you had done anything – she would have told me right away and tell me you're a scumbag.” “But…..” “Sisters before Misters. It's the golden rule.” “Thank goodness you're hot” I joked, “Because that may be the most fucked-up and lamest thing anyone has ever said to me.” With that, we started laughing and settled in for the rest of the drive. To be continued.. By TruthwithaTwist for Literotica.

My girlfriend and her sister play dueling practical jokes on me. By TruthWithaTwist. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. I was midway through my first year of Graduate school, getting my MBA, when my girlfriend, Tara, asked if I wanted to drive to her family's house a few hours away for the weekend. It was her Mother and Step-Father's 20th wedding party and I jumped at the chance to get away from campus for a few days. The party was scheduled for April 2nd, but their actual anniversary was April 1st, which was a running joke in the family. The chance to get away sounded great and I knew that Tara and I would always find ways to entertain ourselves on long car rides. [[MORE]] I had started dating Tara at the beginning of the year, upon arriving at school. Tara was 3 years older than me at 28 years old. She had high cheekbones, silken brown hair and brown eyes that were expressive and sultry. She was the type of woman who could get you instantly hard with a smirk and sparkle from those eyes. Her body was amazing. Perfect tear-drop C-cup breasts, toned stomach and an ass that was just full enough to fill out the best pair of jeans. Within weeks of meeting, Tara and I became the “couple” in our friend group. Privately, we were a typical sex-focused young couple. Fortunately, we were both fairly adventurous and were willing to stretch the limits of our sexual fun. On Halloween, we found ourselves on the roof of my apartment building having sex dressed at Batman and Catwoman. One day, we decided to slink into the small town's only Adult Store where we bought a selection of toys to share, from handcuffs to vibrators to anal toys. After losing a bet on an Auburn/Alabama game on a Saturday, Tara found herself tied naked to the couch in my apartment for the duration of Sunday's Bears game as I alternated between watching the game and using her as I pleased. So, the idea of a road trip, even to her parents' house, was always a promising scenario. We didn't have classes on Friday so were on the road just after noon. It would take about 5 hours to drive to her house, so we filled my Jeep Cherokee with our bags and hit the road. I had met her parents before but it would be the first time I was meeting her younger sister, as well as her twin step-brother and step-sister. I was hearing that we were going to be doing some family-stuff on Saturday (visiting grandma, picking up stuff for the party, etc.) and then they were hosting an “anniversary brunch” at the house on Sunday. Since we both knew there would be no opportunity for frolicking while in her parents' house, Tara and I planned on heading out Sunday afternoon and stopping for the night somewhere along the way since we had no classes until Monday afternoon. Tara dozed off right out of town and started stirring after an hour or so of sleep. She was floating in and out of sleep, adjusting herself in the seat and staring out the window. I was focused on the road when I heard her mumble, “Oooh. Check that out” while looking out the window. Looking over, I saw her gesturing toward a billboard for the regions “Most Romantic Resort”. “Hot tubs! Private Cabins! Fireplaces” were all highlighted on the billboard. There was a picture of a couple cuddling in front of a fireplace to complete the obvious vibe they were going for. Tara grabbed a pen and scribbled down the phone number on a scrap of paper she found. She then grabbed my phone and called the property. I could only hear one side of the conversation where she was asking if there were rooms available, what types, how much and all those details. At one point, she reached into her purse, took out a credit card and read the number to the person she was talking to. After she hung up, she gave me an update. “So cool! They have cabins for Sunday night! The rate includes a dinner package in their restaurant; and listen about our room! It's a private cabin and it has an all-season hot tub, fireplace and she sold me on the ‘Romance Package' whatever THAT is” she laughed. “Well, I guess we're staying there, huh?” I chuckled back. “Of course! How can we pass up a cheesy romantic cabin in the hills, with dinner AND a romance package!” “So what the hell is in the Romance Package?” “I have no idea. The girl on the phone asked if we ‘would be interested in the Romance Package for an extra $35' what was I gonna say? No? Besides, it'll be fun. If we can get out of my parents' place by 4ish on Sunday, we could get there, have dinner, grab some drinks and then have fun in our cabin!” “But I still want to know what's in the romance package” I pressed, again. “Seriously? That's your big question? I have no idea. But it's a romantic resort we've never heard of, in the middle of nowhere - so I'm betting it's some of that kind of stuff from Spencer's Gifts. Y'know, flavored massage oil, blindfold, fake rose petals!” She started laughing at the expected lameness of the package. “Call back. Maybe there's a deluxe romance upgrade!” I laughed back, “See if we can get the handcuffs, vibrator, lube and a goat for $20 more!” I got a solid punch in the arm in addition to her response, “What the fuck is wrong with you? Of course you'd want that kind of stuff. Is that what you want? Me tied up in a remote cabin with a bunch of toys and a goat?” “I mean, besides the goat…..” I started, which earned me another punch in the arm. We settled back into the drive and were quiet for a few more minutes. When I looked over, I saw that Tara was definitely getting “fidgety” in her seat. 'You ok?“ I asked. “Um….I hate to actually admit this to you, but the thought of the cabin, you talking about tying me up, I'm actually getting wet.” Tara was slowly rubbing her thighs together, trying to build some friction. Her eyes were closed and her right hand was starting to rub her breast and nipple through her shirt. The subtle motions continued until she finally exclaimed, “Fuck….now I'm horny as shit.” She unbuckled her seatbelt and unbuttoned her jeans. Lifting her hips up off the seat, she slid her jeans and black panties down over her hips. Her pussy was now in clear view, she was mostly shaved, with a small landing strip. She settled back into her seat and thrust two of her fingers into her mouth. I watched as she got her index and middle finger nice and wet. With her eyes closed, she moved her hand down to her pussy and began to stroke up and down her lips. A moan escaped her as her fingers danced up and down, spreading her moisture over her most intimate area. She used her other hand to spread herself open as she started to flutter a finger on her clit. I had seen her masterbate enough to know this was her favorite approach to orgasm. A finger, vibrator or tongue flicking and dancing directly on her clit while having something penetrate her was a guaranteed path to a climax for her. As much as I wanted to reach over and touch her myself, I was struggling with a bunch of things, from watching the erotic scene next to me, to the constraints of my tightening jeans, to staying focused on the road. As I tried to watch her without getting us killed, I simply asked, “What are thinking about, babe?” “I just want to cum. I want you buried inside me, fucking me. I want you to bend me over, take me and fuck me hard.” I could tell Tara was getting close to coming, because she had this habit of getting red and flushed all across her chest when she came. When orgasms were especially intense, the splotches would extend all up her neck and into her cheeks. It was the tell-tale sign of a major Tara orgasm. Her hand picked up speed as I tried to push her over the edge. “Yeah? You looking forward to a good fuck? But what about your ass? You know how much I love your ass. Just think, when we have our cabin, I'll get my dick nice and wet in your pussy… I'll grab your ankles push them back so you are spread wide open.” Her hand was a blur at this point, she had worked two fingers from her other hand into her pussy while she continued the assault on her clit. “Uh….yeah….tell me….make me cum” she moaned. “I'll work that hard, lubed cock into your ass. Not thrusting yet. Just slowly pressing harder as I slide further into your hole.” “More…. almost there.” I reached down and adjusted my cock which was now uncomfortably wedged in some terrible trifecta of boxers, denim and seatbelt. I told her the rest of my plan. “I could reach over, pick up the vibrator and push it into your pussy, babe. When I turn it on, you'll feel me slamming into your ass, while the vibrator fills your pussy up. You'll feel me through the walls of your pussy pressing up against the toy, making us into one big vibe. Buzzing, thrusting, filling you up until you explode your hot juices all over the….” “Argh; Uhg; Uhg”. Tara's entire body clenched, spasmed, and shook for a moment. Her fingers kept dancing on her clit, but were slowing down as she recaptured her breath. She reached out and started to grab her breast before realizing that her hand was still covered in fluids. She flopped back in her seat, her chest and neck covered in bright red splotches, her legs still spread, gasping for air. For a minute, she looked like she had passed out, but slowly she got her breath and pulse back to normal. She said, “Fuck, dude. I'm going to show up at my parents house reeking of sex. We have to stop somewhere so I can clean up.” “Really? Not my fault. You started it with the whole hot tub, romance package thing. Consider this punishment for banishing me to the guest room for next 2 nights.” “I'm serious. Pull over when we can so I can get cleaned up.” She then added with a smirk, “And enjoy those blue balls that are gonna kick in REAL soon, smart ass. Maybe that will be my April Fools gift to you! Keep you hard all weekend, but not let you have any sort of release?” We did end up stopping at a rest plaza so Tara could get herself together. I stretched out for the last hour of the drive, trying to ignore the growing discomfort from my lack of personal release and hoping that Tara's didn't go through with her idea of a “fun” April Fools joke. When we finally pulled into the house, it was your typical suburban home. The family all came out to greet us. Henry and Lois, Tara's parents were the first ones out. They looked like two, normal American parents. Henry had a salt and pepper beard, and was a bit taller and heavier than me. Lois had a definite resemblance to Tara, but was shorter, stouter and jovial. In all honesty, I could 100% see them both using some white hair spray, padding and putting on costumes and being Mr. & Mrs. Claus at the local church or Christmas parade. I had met them before, so I was greeted with hugs and warm welcomes. Next up were Tara's much younger twin half-siblings, Josh and Denise. They looked to be at the start of their awkward teenage years with graphic t-shirts and overall disinterested looks on their faces. We worked our way into the house with our bags. Lois started, “Tara, your room is all set. Jason, we have a guest room upstairs next to Lindsay's room for you.” That's when we heard a voice from upstairs. “Hey bee otch. What's up?” I looked up and did a double take. I had seen pictures of Tara's younger sister Lindsay, but they were older pictures – from family vacations at Disney and the like. The young woman coming down the stairs instantly let me know what Tara looked like 8 years earlier. They could have been twins. Same hair, same eyes, same smile. Worse for me, she had the same body as Tara – just a bit firmer and younger. I could tell because Lindsay was dressed in a half-shirt showing her school logo and a pair of gray sweats emblazoned with PINK down the leg. Tara and Linsday hugged, while Lois hung her head with a voice only a mother can generate, “Really Lindsay? You couldn't have put on something other than what you sleep in to greet them?” “I did! I put on a bra!” laughed Lindsay as she purposely jumped up and down a bit. “Lindsay! Go get changed! We're going to Alfredo's for dinner. Now!” Henry's voice had that “father” tone that left no room for debate. We all separated to our rooms. Tara's was at the top of the stairs, then the twins rooms on each side of the hallway, then a bathroom, then Lindsay's whose room was next to mine in the corner. Henry & Lois had their room on the main floor down the hall from the kitchen where we walked in. We all went to dinner, got home, watched TV, and people slowly began drifting off to their rooms. I was tired from driving, so I went up and got settled in. I could hear people shuffling around as read a book in bed. In the room next door, I could hear Tara and Lindsey chatting and laughing as I dozed off. Saturday came and it was a cool, damp day. We all came down for breakfast and Tara and I maintained that awkward, “showing affection, but not being gross or inappropriate” you do around parents. We all had our list of errands to do that day. I was picking up booze for the party, plus some tables and linens since I had an SUV. Henry and Josh helped with some of it and we made multiple trips back and forth to stores all day long. Tara helped Lois pick up her dress and went to visit her grandma. For dinner, pizza and salads were ordered for the house and we all just went over the plan for the next day. Caterers were coming at 10 with the food, they were going to prep, cook and serve for when the party started at noon. Tara and Lindsay were going to help Lois get ready (they were renewing their vows to start the festivities) while Josh & Denise were told to get dressed and keep the house neat. After dinner, Tara asked if I wanted to go to the local pub. It was your typical local bar with beers, basic pub food and all locals. “Can I come too?” said Lindsay. There were some strange looks around the table until Lois said, “I think you have to be 21 on weekends.” “Not if you sit at a table at the bar, not the bar, itself. There are kids in there all the time.” Rebutted Lindsay. “Besides, if I go, I can drive home so you two can drink!” Tara jumped in, “Mom. Don't worry about it – I never get to see my sister, she can come along. Let's all get changed and go in 30.” With that, we cleaned up, freshened up, and went out to my car. As soon as we got in the car, the sisters starting giggling. Tara turned and looked at her sister in the back seat, “Ok to eat at the table. You are unreal!” “It's true….. technically!” Lindsay retorted. “OK, but since you're visiting from Connecticut, wouldn't you rather sit at the bar with the grown ups?” They then degenerated into torrents of laughter. “Ok”, I asked. “What am I missing?” Tara finally smartened me up, “Linds has a fake ID. Literally everyone knows about it ….. except Dad. Since he serves on the college faculty, we don't want him to have to lie, so we keep it from him. But yeah literally everyone else knows. Mom, me, the bartenders, everyone knows that "Becky” here just turned 20.“ Lindsay chimed in with, "I mean, I literally went to school with half the people that work there. The fact that they all know to call me Becky is Ah-mah-zing!” The bar was less than 10 minutes away, so we got there quickly and settled in at the bar. The whole night was a ton of fun. Tara and Lindsay…er…Becky….knew everyone. We drank Rolling Rock by the bucketful. Every time you turned around, someone else was buying a bucket of beers to share or a round of shots. The girls and I had migrated to a high-top table in the corner and the booze was definitely kicking in. When I ordered a couple of cokes in a row, Lindsay delicately asked, “Dude. What the fuck?” “Well, I figured you're not going to be in any shape to drive, so I figured I better stop now.” “HA! Why do you think we came up with that plan? It's only a 10 minute walk home if we cut through the high school grounds. We're gonna tell Dad that I didn't realize you drive a stick shift and I couldn't drive. Then, you can come and get the car in the morning!” The girls laughed, high-fived, and the night continued. I had some serious body weight on the sisters, but Man….could they put away the booze. Tara got up to use the restroom, which left me and Linsday alone. After a minute, she looked me in they eye, gave me a strangely-familiar sultry smile that I had seen from her sister and asked, “Like the shirt?” I looked at the shirt, with the clueless look only a guy can give and answered, “Yes, it looks great on you.” In truth, it was a nice top. It was a black and grey top that had a modern pattern throughout. The sleeves were different in that from the shoulders to the cuffs, there were criss-crossed pieces of fabric that left a lot of skin exposed. It wasn't really form-fitting, but Lindsey's pert breasts were definitely noticeable in it. “I actually got it from Tara. She left it behind after Christmas break and I snuck in and stole it from her. I just love the pattern. I think the sleeves are so cool.” Then, with her sister's trademark smirk she added, “ I really like the extra…. pattern and …. texture on the front.” Oh shit. I felt like one of those sitcoms where the main characters past flashes by in a quick montage … and I remembered the shirt. For my birthday in December, Tara and I went to New York City for the weekend. We went to a club and she wore that exact top with a pair of skintight leather pants and heels. We had been drinking and flirting and teasing all night long. BY the time we got back to the hotel, we fell into the elevator and started making out intensely. As we worked our tongues down each other's throats, I started unbuckling her belt. When I grabbed her wrists, she prepared herself for me to start undoing her pants and going after her pussy. Instead, I undid the belt halfway, threaded it through the webbing of her shirt cuffs and rethreaded it through the belt loops. Suddenly, she was like a prisoner with her hands cuffed behind her back. I continued to maul her mouth with mine until we heard the 'ding' of our floor. I walked her in front of me, with her hands bound until we got to our door. I fumbled out our key card and opened the door to our room. I pushed her inside and locked the door behind us. One of the most attractive things about Tara is that she would never back down. As I led her into the room, she got sharp sarcastic tone to her voice and said, “Nice, smart guy. But you can't get my pants down like this, can you?” “Who said I wanted what's in your pants?” I then pushed her so her legs hit the end of the bed. Before she could fall backwards…. I pushed her down and slid her forward onto her knees. She got the sexiest smile as I unbuckled my pants, dropped my boxers and simply said, “Suck.” Tara opened her mouth and enveloped my cock. She didn't start with anything delicate like licking and kissing, it was straight-up sucking. I'm average in the dick size department, so she took me in deep, getting all the way to my balls with ease, she came back and kept going with increasing suction. As I started to groan in pleasure, she began kissing the sides of my shaft until she got down to my balls. She took one, then, the other and licked and sucked on them. Then, it was back to my cock. She went back and forth, making it feel as good as any pussy I had ever been in. She backed off for a minute with I still remember as one of the sexiest sentences ever. “Either untie my hands so I can do this right, or grab me and fuck my face.” I chose the latter. I grabbed two fistfuls of her hair and started aggressively fucking her mouth and throat. To her credit, Tara kept up the suction and using her tongue as best she could while being forced on to my cock. Her eyes were watering a bit and as the pressure built, her saliva was dripping off her chin to the hotel carpet. Finally, when I hit my limit, I started to explode. The first two bursts went down her throat, but then I shocked her again. I pulled my cock from her mouth and let the remaining cum coat her face, mouth and the top of her shirt. When we finally finished, she said, “You fucker. This was a new shirt. But, with the grey pattern, I may just leave it like this. Everyone will think it's part of the shirt, but you and I know I'm wearing your cum around my neck like a medal every time I have it on.” All of this came flooding back to me in the bar as I struggled for words, “Uh…well, it looks great on you… Linds… er… Becky. I mean…. fuck.” Tara walked back to table to see my bright red face and Lindsay beaming. “He figured out the shirt didn't he?” Then to me, “Sorry, babe. You'll learn to understand my sister's weird sense of humor.” Lindsay added, “C'mon! Think of it as an April Fools joke! I mean, the look on your face was awesome.” “April Fools joke?” I questioned as I looked back at Tara, “How does she even know about that shirt?” “Babe. You're an only child. You don't understand how much sisters like to share things.” “What do you mean share?” I fumbled. That earned me a solid punch in the arm from Tara, which seemed to be happening fairly often on this trip. “Ew! Gross! I meant stories! Not men! This isn't some porn you watch when I'm not over your place, you sicko! So, don't get your "twin cest” fantasies all wound up in your head, you ass!“ "Fuck……” was pretty much all I could mutter as we went back to drinking. After another hour or so, we walked home. It was chilly, which helped us to sober up a bit, but we were still pretty buzzed. We walked in the door just after midnight and went to our rooms. At about 2:30, I felt something stirring on my bed. As I opened my blurry eyes, I could see the darkened form of Tara in our College's Sweatshirt and a pair of purple checkered panties slowly straddling me. “Shush. Everyone's sleeping” she whispered, “We have to be quiet.” She started gyrating those purple panties against my swelling cock while she kept her hands behind her on my thighs. My cock was rock hard and started to emerge from the fly in my boxers. I could feel the wetness of her pussy coming through her panties starting to lubricate my cock. As she started to moan, she lifted my hands under her sweatshirt to her tits. I grabbed a handful of her bare tits and started to feel her nipple stiffening. That's when it hit me. Twice. In the same second. Tara didn't own purple panties. In fact, she hates the color purple. Next, those weren't her tits. They were close. They were amazing. But they weren't Tara's. All of a sudden, I was like John Cena kicking out of a pin, or more accurately a fish flopping around on land. “Lindsay! Get off” I whisper-yelled and I gave her a solid shove. She landed on her ass at the foot of the bed. I was expecting tears, I was expecting a commotion, I was expecting to be killed by my girlfriend or her father. Instead, I got another smirk. “Oh well, I tried. April Fools?”  And she got up and left the room as quietly as she had entered. For the second time in as many days, I was left with a solid hard on, with the scent of an incredibly hot woman left behind. Needless to say, I got an awful night sleep. Between the alcohol, the late-night visit, and a raging hard-on, I had lost the sleep battle. I was also seriously wondering if I was somehow going to be blamed, then killed for the events of the night before. I needed to burn off some stress and the remaining alcohol, so I got up at 7:30 with the sun streaming through a crack in the window and threw on my running gear. I hit the empty neighborhood streets and started to sweat out everything from the night before. At the end of my loop, I ran back by the bar and picked up my car. As I arrived back at the house around 9:00 with coffee and donuts (in case I needed a bribe), everything seemed normal. I visited with everyone, went upstairs to grab a shower and get changed to help out for the day. When I came down at 10:15 – everything had gone to Hell. Lois was sobbing, Henry was on the phone yelling. Tara and Lindsay were trying to offer suggestions, while Josh and Denise stared silently. Pulling Tara aside, I asked, “T – what's going on?” “Turns out the caterer fucked up. They dropped off the food while you were upstairs, but they aren't staying to prep it, cook it, set it out or serve it. Lo is losing her mind, Henry is ready to punch someone.” Henry was screaming into the phone, “And I know more people in this town that I will destroy your business, do you understand?!?” “Hey Lois?” I tried to interrupt. But Lois couldn't stop crying, “Oh, girls, it's ruined. We can't get all this done in time for the guests.” “Uh….Tara? Henry?” I attempted to get anyone's attention. “Thanks For Nothing, Henry Yelled; and slammed the phone!! "Oh Henry…..Wah!” As they hysterics built to a crescendo, I finally spoke loudly enough to cut through the noise. “Uh, Anyone? Just Stop for a second!” While Lois was still whimpering, there was at least some silence. “No offense, but I'm literally standing right here. You know I spent all of college working in restaurants and bars, right? Plus, all my work experience is with caterers and managing events. I literally oversaw a functions department that did weddings for 2,000 people at a hotel in Dallas. I think I can handle 50 friends and family.” Tara was the first to speak, “Oh, my God, J ……thank you. But you can't do all this yourself. I'll help?” “Nope. But here's what I need: You get Lois ready like you planned. Henry, you and the kids finish cleaning up and putting up the tables and stuff. When the flowers get here, show them where it all goes. Linds – you knew a bunch of people working at the bar last night. Can you start texting, calling, whatever, and see if ANY of them can get their asses over here for a quick $100 bucks today? You and I will run that crew.” Lois finally was starting to calm down. “Are you sure, Jason? You're supposed to be a guest.” “Don't worry about it. This is literally what I do. Consider this my gift to you. I'll just keep the salt & pepper shakers that say 'Henry and Lois' for my place!” Henry gave me a big bear hug and said to me and Lindsay, “Tell your friends $200 each. If you can get them and pull this off, I'll pay anything.” And with that, everyone started their tasks. I grabbed the prep instructions the caterers had left and started to figure out timing and how the ovens worked. I was looking for some baking trays under the cabinets, when Lindsay came down and told me she had one bartender, a waitress and a waiter on their way. “Awesome. Any idea when they'll get here? I'm gonna need some help in here.” “Dude. I woke them up after they worked a night shift. Be glad we got who we did. I'll tell you what, I'll help you for now, then when they get here I'll get changed. That way, I'll know what's going on too. Once the party starts, I can be the runner for you and them.” I stood up, walked over and gave Lindsay a big hug. Once again, I felt her amazing tits – this time pressed up against me through her sweater. With that, we started working. I was scribbling on a pad I found, how I was going to schedule out the food so we had it flowing the whole time. Lindsay was unwrapping all the food trays and putting them in different parts of the kitchen at my direction. Time flew by and at noon the servers started showing up. Ed was actually one of the bartenders I met the night before. I had Lindsay show him to the patio, where the makeshift bar was set up. Then I told her to get dressed for the ceremony. I took Leslie & Marc and told them how we were laying things out. As soon as the ceremony ended, we wanted champagne poured and passed out for a toast. While they did that, I'd put the cold platters in the family room and living room. Then, we had time to start pulling the hot food, which they would pass from room to room. As the guests arrived, things picked up. The rooms were small and tight. Leslie, Marc and I were running around with platters of food and clearing old plates. Of course, we were also taking requests from people who were too lazy to walk the 30 feet to Ed at the bar. At about 1:30, I was in the kitchen, on the ground trying to reach into the back of a cabinet for a cake platter. I heard the familiar click-click of high heel shoes and squirmed out of the cabinet. I looked over to see that I was within a tongue-length of an amazing pair of legs perched on a pair of black heels. My eyes traveled up to see that Lindsay was wearing a short, pleated yellow skirt with a white blouse that accentuated her amazing tits. “You need anything, boss?” she asked. “Uh…no Linds. All is good here.” She took a half step forward and could have straddled my head and answered, “You sure?” “Lindsay, c'mon, kid, you gotta stop with the flirting. You're killing me.” Without moving, she continued, “I may have been drunk last night, but I figured out what tipped you off it wasn't me. First, it was my tits. You've felt Tara's enough to know mine weren't hers. I should have kept your hands outside the sweatshirt, Next, it was the panties. Tara hates purple. So, I fixed that, too,” With that, she lifted her skirt to show me her naked pussy. It's not an understatement to say it was amazing. The lips were shaved bare, but she kept a very thin, very fine landing strip that ended at the top of her cleft, just like her sister. Everything looked perfect and it was all…right…there. “I mean you haven't had a chance to stop and eat. Don't you want a snack?” Sounds of people heading our way made Lindsay drop her skirt, grab a platter of desserts and leave the room with a flounce. “I swear” I muttered to myself as I readjusted my dick yet again, “one more little prank from her and I'm gonna murder someone this weekend.” At this point, I was tired, sweating, and laying on the tile floor of a kitchen, trying to hide my erectness. Finally, after a few hours, the party started to wind down. Friends left, some family members remained. The immediate family all started to get changed out of their dressy clothes. At about 4:30, Tara found her way to the kitchen just I was cleaning up with the team. “Babe. Thank you so much. I talked to my parents and told them we are going to head out. Go get yourself together and let's get on the road. If anyone deserves a good dinner tonight, it's you.” I went upstairs and took my first good look at myself in the mirror. I was covered in food remnants and splatters. I undressed and threw on jeans, and a new shirt. I packed up my stuff, grabbed Tara's bags and loaded up the car. We went back in to say goodbye to everyone. Henry and Lo were still with some remaining guests on the patio. The kids were playing video games. Lindsay was with some cousins and friends drinking a glass of wine. Fortunately, she was dressed in a pair of shorts, t-shirt and keds. Henry and Lo couldn't stop hugging and thanking me. The kids gave me high-fives. Lindsay gave me what ended up being a fairly chaste hug. As we pulled away, she said to Tara, “You've got a good one, T!” As I made my way toward the door, Henry reached out to me again, taking me another big bear hug. I've got some size, but I thought he was going to break my ribs. He pulled away and said, “You're a good man, Jason. Thank you.” With that he stuck out his hand for a final handshake. Having worked in restaurants for years, I felt the familiar “gentlemen's tip” moving some folded bills into my hand. “Don't say a word” he said quietly. You saved us today and if the servers got $200…that's the least I can do for you.“ I thanked him, hugged him again and discreetly put the money in my pocket. Tara and I hopped in the car and started heading to Midnock Valley Resort. We had about a 3 hour drive and we just chatted about the party in general. About an hour in, Tara asked me, "So, did she hit on you?” I didn't know how to answer…so I went with a blank stare. “Babe. It's ok. She does it all the time. It's some little sister thing. Wants to prove that she can be as grown up as me. But the good news is, if you had done anything – she would have told me right away and tell me you're a scumbag.” “But…..” “Sisters before Misters. It's the golden rule.” “Thank goodness you're hot” I joked, “Because that may be the most fucked-up and lamest thing anyone has ever said to me.” With that, we started laughing and settled in for the rest of the drive. To be continued.. By TruthwithaTwist for Literotica.

Over the weekend, Fulton County District Attorney Fani Willis and her office hosted an Easter function for kids but naturally the media was there to ask probing questions, and while the threat of a gag order was brought up by Superior Court judge Scott McAfee last week, she spoke about the Trump election interference case anyhow. Argh. Meanwhile, Atlanta mayor Andre Dickens gave his 'state of the city' address and made some news today, announcing new MARTA stops along established routes inside city limits, including at the new Murphy Crossing development near Oakland city. Plenty more 'Easter eggs' in that address, which you'll hear, in full, here.

Argh, we're late! Again! Welcome to Episode 81 of The Last Standee Podcast! In this episode, our three chatty hosts/speakers have a long, winded Standee Catchup, then Fen leads the talk to the main course of the episode, ISS Vanguard - one of the latest fatigues from Awaken Realms, with the ambition to narrate an epic spacefaring campaign which starts and ends (or ends and starts?) with a mystery encoded in the DNA of all lifeforms. Was this ambition successful? Well, you'll have to listen to the episode to find out! (Just sayin', a game about space rangers sworn to protect vans across the galaxy would be an instant buy...)

Argh your ears ready for some ear treasure? Well, we got what you need and you don't have to take a trip to the Isle of Tortuga to get it. Just listen in as the boys talk 2003's Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl, and as usual, much, much more! Thanks for listening! www.VinceAndJackOfficial.com

Ever wondered what the word ‘contentment' really means and how to ACTUALLY live it out?   Me too!   My husband and I were having a (we'll call it a ‘heated discussion') one day about why he seems to be so much more contented with life than I do.   “I don't like it when it seems like God is taking His time”, I said   He quickly countered with, “yes, but He is God and You, Lisa, are not!”   Argh! (of course, he was right)!   But, as Jesus often does, I recognized that I was being invited to shift my perspective away from frustration and towards understanding instead.     So I opened my Bible to Phil 4:11-13 where Paul talks about HOW to live this contented life – and I found a real KEY. It's so profound that it literally changed my perspective overnight.   Now, when I find myself getting frustrated at something in my life, Holy Spirit will prod my memory and I'll go back to the Truth in this verse and it brings me peace.     And the beauty of this is that He wants to do the same for you too!   Join me as we explore how embracing our faith brings a whole new perspective, filling our lives with peace, joy, and contentment. Trust me, it's a game-changer!   Watch or listen to today's episode and let Him show you what a contented life can truly look like.   So, as always,

Ashley gets to the truth behind some old high school rumors.By BEWD 4133. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.“Knock knock, I’m here!” a guest alerted the pristine, white two-story home on the corner of the street to her arrival.Having just strolled over to visit on a perfectly mild, early summer day, Ashley rapped at the door to her old neighbor’s house as she did fairly often during her childhood, only now she was far from a child. At the start of her summer break, she was back here in the middle of her first trip home to the state of Maryland since starting college at Boston College. Always having been popular with the boys in high school, her body had blossomed further to reflect her new status as a bright, young university student. Her golden-brown hair was longer than it used to be and her curves stuck out more from her casually chosen light blue t-shirt and jeans. Additionally, she had on a pair of sandals, a rose gold Swiss watch and a custom leather handbag as more distinct fashion statements. The slightly tan skin that was exposed on her legs and midriff reflected her mix of European and Asian ancestry. Despite all the recent changes in her life, her laid back attitude remained as much as ever. On the other hand, she was interested to see how her old friend, Derrick, had changed in the years since her last real visit.It was a pair of headphones and a fresh watch battery that had sent her to the nearby mall so soon after returning. She certainly hadn’t expected him to be the one selling them to her when she strolled into that Best Buy, but he had opted to commute to a more local college from home rather than travel to study. After a bit of catching up with one another, he had invited her to make her first personal visit to his home in years during his next day off. Word around the neighborhood was that his family had a Jacuzzi in their backyard so it only made sense to show up with a bathing suit in her bag.The two of them had actually spent a lot of time together in their elementary school days as neighbors on the same street with a more casual friendship during high school. Derrick was always a nice guy, but something always felt off with him. He kept to himself a lot even in social settings but was great in a conversation when he finally did open up. Much of it only made sense to her when she’d heard that he had hooked up with Aaron, another long-time acquaintance, in high school. Aaron was also a very likable kid but had come out as an open and proud homosexual a few years earlier while Derrick never said anything on the subject. Ashley had only hoped that he had grown more secure in his sexuality since then. If anything, it would be a relief to escape the usual sexual tension of these sorts of get-togethers.“I’m coming!” Ashley heard him call from behind the door.The door opened to greet the girl with a well shaven white male with ash brown hair just short of being shoulder length. His height was at the low end of six feet where she was around the middle of five. As always, Derrick was the most bizarre blend of masculinity and femininity that she had ever come across. He was wearing a t-shirt for his beloved Baltimore Ravens with a pair of tan cargo pants and black sneakers yet he also smelled of an apple-scented shampoo. Peering into his house, she could spot both an Xbox and a Nintendo system out in the corner of the living room behind him.“Ravens, huh? They aren’t too fond of them where I’ve been up in Massachusetts,” she acknowledged his choice of their local NFL team.“So, have you come to complain about my service?” he jokingly questioned her.“No, the battery you suggested turned out to be exactly the right one.”“That’s good to hear,” he smiled, “But I’m glad we can now have a real conversation with each other,”“It’s good to see you again too after so long,” Ashley was in a good enough mood to give him a quick hug.Upon actually stepping into the house, the most adorable little toy poodle that she had ever seen came running up to them, ready to run circles around the ankles of its strange visitor.“Oh my, aren’t you the absolute cutest!” Ashley knelt down to play with the puppy.“We just got her last month,” Derrick picked up his dog to rock in his arms, “That’s it. Who’s a good girl?”“It would seem the year since we graduated high school has been good to you,” she noted“More or less, it has,” he agreed,“ I’ve always liked it around here. Never felt the need to go away to a big-time university like you did, not that there’s anything wrong with wanting that.”“It has its ups and downs. I like seeing new places, but it’s tough having to meet an entirely new group of people and rebuild your social circle from scratch.”“I can sort of relate to that. I’ve had to watch you and a lot of other people I used to get along with leave town. Of course, Aaron and I still like to chill from time to time.”“Is that so?” she eyed him suspiciously, “How’s he doing?”“Very well. He can’t get enough of watching Marvel movies in 4K on the new television I recently bought from work. It’s an OLED. Expensive as hell and totally top of the line with great color and motion clarity.”“That’s neat to hear. I remember your family always had nice stuff,” she remarked.“Yup, Dad’s accounting work pays remarkably well.”“In particular, I recall hearing that you got a hot tub during junior year,” Ashley verified with him.“Yup, we got one and still have it,” he confirmed.“Really, can I go in?”“Right now?”“Yeah, I brought my swimsuit with me just in case.”“O-Okay, if that’s what you want to do…” Derrick shrugged, “I figured we’d catch up with a movie or something first, but I suppose that the weather is perfect for it. Go change and I’ll be right with you.Ashley made her way to the nearby bathroom to change into the two-piece bathing suit that she had brought in her handbag. With bright floral patterns and plenty of skin showing, it was just the sort she’d be needing in her hunt for a new boyfriend after breakups with the guys she had met at university. It was probably a tad too skimpy for a reunion with a kid she’d known since they were toddlers, but she figured that it didn’t matter since he wouldn’t be interested anyway. When she exited the room, she found him waiting in a black pair of swim trunks with a green dragon on them. His upper body wasn’t anything remarkable, but the respectable amount of work he did between his home and current job at Best Buy left him lean with even a tad bit of muscle definition and his overall skin tone showed that he got a bit more sun than someone of the typical geek reputation."Nice bathing suit,” she smiled at him.“Yeah, you too,” he blushed slightly.Derrick quietly led her out into the backyard where a roomy Jacuzzi waited for both of them. High fences surrounded the yard to minimize any potentially prying eyes from neighbors and pedestrians. The early summer air felt good on their skin as did the lush grass between their toes as they walked over to the tub. Derrick allowed Ashley to get in first while he got the water inside warm and bubbling. She noticed that he was very adept at picking a temperature that wasn’t a degree too hot or cold. Once a healthy foam had developed on the surface, she slid into it and was amazed at how her body seemed to vanish into the liquid. With everything properly set, the boy was fairly quick to come in and join her.“My, this is fantastic,” Ashley adjusted to the heat, “Must be nice to own one of these.”“It helps after a hard day at work. Best Buy isn’t just phones and laptops. Electronics can get pretty heavy,” Derrick revealed, “Of course, while you’re home for the summer, I’m more than fine with you coming over to use it from time to time with me if you’d be okay with it?”“Why wouldn’t I be?”“Didn’t think you’d feel right doing this with another guy while in a relationship yourself,” he lamented.“Actually, I’m single at the present moment. Dating at the university hasn’t gone as well as I’d have liked."I’m sorry to hear that.”“Don’t be. I’m the one that chose to cut her losses with all of those relationships. As I told you before, it’s tough building a new circle of people you can trust with nothing but total strangers.”“I never thought of it that way. Personally, I’m more sentimental about leaving the town as a whole. Red Robin may be a chain restaurant, but the one at the mall is my Red Robin. Do you get what I mean?”“Totally. You’re probably doing the right thing studying from home. Must be a lot easier for you and Aaron, right?” she commented, bringing a fell silence over the area.“Um, what are you referring to with that statement?” he winced.“Well, the fact that you two are homosexual if I’m being honest,” Ashley elaborated.“And where in the world did you get that idea?” Derrick grew more perturbed.“I know you’ve never told me directly, but I heard it through the social grapevine late in our senior year. Sorry if you don’t want it out there yet, but it’s nice being able to casually hang out with you like this. Even if I were in a present relationship, I fail to see what’s wrong with a girl having a gay friend and a boyfriend.”“Hold up, hold up, hold up! Forget Aaron, what the hell is this about me being gay in the first place?” he grew a tad flustered.“Well, people said that you and Aaron were uh… you know.”“What? I know he’s that way, but we’re just good friends from long before that.”“But someone had gone around the school saying that they saw you two together.”“Maybe we were together but that doesn’t mean that I…” he appeared to be running out of answers.“You know I’m not any kind of homophobe or anything, right? I won’t think any less of you for who you love,” Ashley tried to reason with him.“"Of course, but it’s not… Well actually it sort of is but…”“Come on. Tell me what happened,” Ashley watched his face turn beet red.“Well, it was just that… he really wanted to suck my dick.”“Sorry, but that does sound gay to me.”“Yeah, but he’s the gay one, not me. I just… let him do it.”“Still sounds gay.”“It was just a moment of weakness. He saw me changing after a hot tub session just like this and said that my dick was the biggest one he’d ever seen. Since then, he’d take the occasional chance to insinuate that I should let him suck me off, always swearing to me that it’d feel great if I let him give me a blowjob. He was never mean about it but he managed to wear me down and catch me at the right moment.”“And what moment was that?” she kept up the pressure, “Also waiting for you to get to the part where it isn’t gay.”“That doesn’t matter,” Derrick dodged the question, “What matters is that I kept my eyes closed.”“Did you enjoy it? I mean… did he get you to finish?”“…Yeah,” he confessed after a pause.“Definitely seems more than just a bit gay.”“Argh… I was supposed to be a one time deal and nobody was supposed to know, but I guess his secret spot isn’t so secret…” Derrick finished his explanation.“Are you sure you wouldn’t just rather admit that you’re gay? I’d be totally okay with it.”“But I definitely like girls.”“I don’t remember you ever having a girlfriend.”“Because I never found the right one. I still went on some dates, had a few kisses, but none were quite right for a long term relationship.”“I’m fairly certain that I didn’t see you at the prom.”“I was there. You just weren’t looking hard enough.”“If you say so…” Ashley settled into the water.Looking over, she could still see Derrick flushed all over, visibly more bothered by her teasing than she intended.“Relax, relax,” she tried to correct the mood, “I’ll believe you if you insist on it. At worst, it only makes you bisexual, and that’s nothing to be ashamed of either.”“I swear I’m not lying. It was all his idea,” he finally mustered some conviction to his words.“So you really stand by the whole thing?” she suddenly got a sly look on her face.“Yes…” his nerves began to leave him again.“Then, you’re telling me your dick is so large that Aaron was begging you to suck on it.”“That’s what I’m telling you,” he didn’t deny it.“Seems like a roundabout way of bragging, don’t you think?”“Those were his words, not mine.”“Well, he’d be one of the first people I’d trust to know what qualifies as a big cock,” the story stirred up some memories of his rumored escapades for her.“He got me curious enough to seriously measure, and it seems as though he was right.”“Really? How much?”“Over eight and a half, probably just short of nine inches last I checked.”“Get the fuck out of here. That can’t be legit.”“Hey, I just did it the way I was told you’re supposed to and that’s what I got.”“You can’t just make claims like that without proof,” she grumbled, “Fine, so be it…”“Huh?”“You have my permission to take off those trunks and hot tub nude with me, as long as you’re as big as you say.”“What?”“Go on. Take ‘em off,” she challenged him, “I hear it feels better that way. It’s fine as long as you’re really telling me the honest truth.”“As you wish,” Derrick took up her dare with some reluctance, unsure if he was making the best or worst choice of his young life.Even as he stood up to comply with her, Ashley took a much closer look at his trunks than she ever had before. Indeed there was something odd about how they were shaped in the front. He certainly had a bulge, but it ran so far down his thigh that she must have mentally dismissed the possibility that it was all him there when she saw it before, but now that they had come this far, it really occurred to her that the lump might really be more than just an odd fold in the fabric. She knew she’d have her answer before long, but each second felt longer than the last as he fiddled with his drawstrings.“Just a little more,” he muttered as he loosened his bathing suit to the point where he could pull it down.Derrick’s trunks dropped down his ankles and Ashley’s jaw dropped right along with them. The grand reveal fully lived up to the vast expectations as it had set for it as an admirable tool of six whole inches, perhaps a tad beyond, swung before her hazel eyes, still flaccid but with as much volume as any of her past boyfriends had while erect. Derrick was far from ugly but lacked anything to make him stand out from the crowd. From the waist down though, she saw what she would’ve otherwise assumed to be the makings of a porn star. Technically, he hadn’t even shown her what had been advertised but she had nary a reason to complain.“Oh my God! What an absolutely lovely thing!” she exclaimed.“Uh-huh, that’s roughly what Aaron had to say about it too,” Derrick remained standing while she stared.“Well, it is awfully impressive, but still not quite the almost nine-inch behemoth I was told about,” she noted with a finger beneath her chin, “It gets bigger though, doesn’t it?”“Yeah, it certainly does,” he retook his seat, disappointing her as his manhood was concealed now by the bubbling pool, “It can actually be a bit of a hassle.”Derrick seemed blissfully unaware of the true tension of the situation as he let out a relieved sigh. Ashley never imagined being in this position when she got in the water, for her to not be the most desirable piece of flesh in the tub. Hearing that Derrick was probably gay prevented her from ever entertaining these sorts of thoughts about him before. He had always been so unassuming and friendly with her that she would’ve just as easily believed him to be asexual, but now that would’ve seemed like nothing but a waste to her. At the very least she had to probe to see if he had any interest in her.“You were right. That does feel a lot better,” Derrick slouched down further, “I feel much looser down there.”“I can only imagine how tight it must have been,” she exhaled before slightly changing the subject, “So why is it you haven’t been able to find a girlfriend.”“Well, I tend to be too focused on my work and school, and you’d always have a boyfriend whenever we’d talk.”“Before today, that is.”“I guess so.”“Since that happens to be the case, there’s no reason why I can’t fully enjoy myself as well,” she decided, “How about I even things up between us?”Before he could ask what she meant, Ashley has already stood up to discard her swimsuit. She started by untying the top to free her breasts to sway hypnotically for his brown eyes while she removed the bottom piece next. Ashley wasn’t the most stacked girl in their school, that title almost definitely belonged to Sherry, but her breasts were much larger than her more modest fashion sense let on and looked much nicer on Ashley’s comparatively more slender figure. They swayed with the motion of her arms as she slipped the bikini off of her legs and bared herself before him just as he had for her. She intentionally drew out the moment to see how his eyes would go over her body before dropping back to her place in the Jacuzzi, pleasantly surprised at how better being in the nude felt for her as well.“Wow, that really is nice,” her newly freed breasts floated with the current, “This whole thing is nice, reuniting with you like this.”“Damn, Ashley, I… You’re getting me…” Derrick began fumbling over his words “I think I need to get out of here…”He moved his body as if planning to get up but then leaned back as if he suddenly decided against it.“What is it, Derrick?” Ashley cocked an eyebrow.“So you want to see it?” he took a deep breath.“If you want to show it to me,” she answered.With a sigh, Derrick rose to his feet once more, and there his manhood was, in all of its fully erect glory. It hadn’t just grown to the promised length, accompanied an equally impressive increase in girth, but it gained a fattened vein running along the top of the shaft. The head was flared up, shining beneath the sun, and bulging out in a particularly attractive shape. Ashley also took this opportunity to note how a heavy pair of testicles completed the perfectly sexy package. A twinge of guilt ran through her for never noticing Derrick in this way before seeing his dick, but it also made the situation feel even hotter to her with him still acting as the earnest childhood friend, especially with his still bashful face.“Mmm, how I wish I had a ruler right now,” she fawned, “I guess I shouldn’t have any doubt that you’re attracted to girls anymore.”“Me sitting behind you one day in Physics class is how Aaron got me,” Derrick solved the mystery from more, “You were in pants that worked a miracle on my ass. I could hardly contain myself in the jeans I was wearing and having to change for physical education next period was straight up out of the question. He was there and insisted he had what it took to finish me off before I even needed to be in the locker room. That much was true, but even as he did what he did, I got through it by thinking of you.”“Oh, so you really do like me that way. Never would I have guessed that I had caused so much trouble for you.”“You were always dating other guys and I was never upset or jealous about it, but you always were the hottest girl at school in my eyes.”“Well, I’m not dating anyone right now, am I?” she moved over to be directly next to him, motioning for him to sit up on the side of the tub.“Yeah, but I never seriously thought I had a chance with you,” the sight of her bare nipples and cleavage only kept him growing harder.“Why would you think that?” Ashley surprised him by sliding over to be right in front of and between his legs, even opening them up a bit to move in closer.“I’ve always kind of just blended into the crowd,” he reflected, “Just an average, nothing sort of guy.”“You call this nothing?” Ashley looked straight up at her from beneath his cock.“I didn’t think strolling up to girls and telling them that I have a huge penis would be the best idea in the long run.”“You’re right. It wouldn’t have been,” she laughed.“But… since it’s now out here in the open…” he paused for a moment, “What do you think of it?”“May I touch it?” she didn’t even need to ask what he was referring to.Derrick kept his response to a simple nod which gave Ashley the go-ahead to reach up and around his member with her hand. It was beyond marvelous, being too thick for her fingers to comfortably wrap around and harder than any she had encountered before. It throbbed intensely against her palm and nearly jump clean out of her grip. She looked up to see the considerable strain his innocent face was trying to conceal and couldn’t help but be stunned. Obviously, she couldn’t have any further questions regarding his sexuality, but this was beyond the pale.“Shit, I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard in my life,” he suddenly confessed.“Yeah, I’d wager this beast has got to be a full nine inches by now,” she ran her hand along his entire length, “God, it’s practically the size of my forearm. Color me extremely impressed.”“So then, you really do like this big dick of mine?” Derrick tried to force a grin and a laugh through his extreme arousal.“It’s beyond anything I ever imagined that I’d be lucky enough to encounter in real life.I don’t see myself as a size queen but I’ve never had an opportunity like this either” she admitted, “Must be difficult to for you live with some times.”“At least with you away at university, boners in class haven’t been too much of an issue,” he joked.“Well, you aren’t in class right now, and you’ve got me right here. Mind if I help relieve this issue of yours the way I couldn’t back when you needed me” she spoke a bit more seriously“You’d do that for me?” he gawked at her proposal, almost certain that he must have misheard her, “You mean really take care of it?”“I can see what Aaron was thinking now, but all of that was my fault to begin with,” she let out a much more sexy laugh than before, “Just forgive me if my jaw isn’t as flexible as his. I haven’t had practice with anything more than half your size.”“Please, only do what you’re comfortable with,” Derrick didn’t dare risk saying anything that would change her mind.Opting to start out slow, Ashley kept her hand on him but shifted from just feeling him up to fully stroking his shaft. From the get-go, she instantly fell in love with how sturdy and rugged his erection was. Even with the controlled pace of her initial movements, he still couldn’t contain some shudders. The beating of his heart that she could feel through the veins enveloping his member escalated with each motion she made across his length. Her free hand found itself having some fun lightly fondling his testicles. Seeing some pre-cum build upon the glans gave her the initiative to take the next step. Adjusting herself properly and feeling even steam than the Jacuzzi she was sitting in, she lifted her head up to get her mouth just above his dick.“I still can’t believe you’ve grown into such a monster, Derrick,” she giggled before wrapping her lips around the bulbous head of his cock.Simply getting the first quarter of his shaft into her mouth was a greater test than her jaw had ever faced. However, the additional stress provided by Derrick’s size was more than made up for by his taste. This was not her first time giving head, but it was her first time doing not just because it was what the guy had asked her to do. In those instances, the flavor was just something she had to deal with but there was something extra to Derrick’s shaft that made each lick she made on it demanding of another. It was quite helpful in motivating her to keep gradually working her way down his length. Given that he was over twice as large as any man she’d had before, she felt proud of herself for getting about two-thirds of his meat into her mouth, with her right hand taking care of the rest.“Fuck, Ashley, Aaron didn’t use his tongue like that,” Derrick blurted out with a moan.Ashley was perfectly fine to accept the compliment and continue what she was doing and amplify her actions. Even without him saying anything, Derrick’s cock made it obvious how much he liked it. It pulsated against her tongue and twitched its way all around her cheeks. She was grateful to see that he wasn’t a quick shot but became serious about seeing how he finally would explode. While maintaining her suction, she kneaded the bottom of his shaft, feeling how each throb hit harder than the last. Her handling of his balls became much more focused as she rolled her thumb carefully around their entire shape, and it worked wonders on the load stirring inside.“God, that feels so good!” he announced louder than intended, “Fuck, I’m almost there… Ashley, you’re gonna make me…”After all that she had seen and felt with his manhood, Ashley had no reason to believe Derrick’s ejaculation wouldn’t be a cut above any other she had come across. She glanced up to enjoy the look on his face as she slurped and squeezed his cock all over but grew increasingly aware of the burning she was now starting to feel in her own crotch, and it was certainly due to more than just the heat of the tub. Something was ready to be unleashed within her as well, but, with his shaft swelling in her cheeks, his needs showed themselves to be far more immediate and urgent, and she was perfectly content to oblige him.“Oh shit, I’m gonna cum so fucking hard for you, Ashley!” Derrick placed a hand on her head without thinking, “Fuck, here it is, take it!”True to his word, Derrick’s cock thrashed wildly in its final moments before releasing waves of his sperm for her. It was every bit what she would have expected out of balls as full and bloated as his. Her cheeks got all that they could handle and then some as he held her tightly between his thighs. Against what she’d usually do, Ashley tried to swallow some of it but ultimately allowed most of it to spill out from her lips and drip down onto her chest. It was the perfect spot for Derrick to ogle as she released his flagging member in order to deal with the feelings now rising up from within her own core.“God, Ashley, I’ve never experienced anything quite like that in my entire life,” Derrick gasped for air, “I don’t even know what to say except to give you my heartfelt thanks.”“No need to mention it,” she sat back to briefly relax herself, “I’ve never encountered anyone quite like you either. It got me so curious that I almost couldn’t help myself. I wonder how differently things might have gone had I been aware of the truth about you sooner.”“I won’t deny that I was confident that my dick would help me out when I eventually did decide to play the field, but I was never sure how you would feel about it had you known,” he reflected, “I figured I’d save the boasting until after I found the right girl.”“Well, you can start your gloating now. It’s definitely something else,” Ashley continued to stare even after his penis had gone to rest and he slid back into the water.All may have seemed calm between them now, but the images now indelibly planted in her mind were there to stay. Even as Derrick had been satiated and looked ready to resume his casual conversation with her, she couldn’t get her thoughts off of what he still had waiting at the bottom of the water. Trying to do so only caused her lower body to become more agitated. The impression left on her by his manhood not just in size but shape and texture was too much to get over, even if Derrick was an old friend. It quickly dawned on her that this was a yearning that was not going to go away on its own but the question of how to deal with it was a difficult one. Either way, this tub was finally getting way too hot for her.“Thanks for turning this on for me, but I’m ready for a break,” she stood up from the Jacuzzi, grabbing the bikini she had placed at the side.“Whatever you want to do,” he took his trunks, turned off the tub, and followed behind her.To be continued.By BEWD 4133 for Literotica.

Ashley gets to the truth behind some old high school rumors. By BEWD 4133. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. "Knock knock, I'm here!" a guest alerted the pristine, white two-story home on the corner of the street to her arrival. Having just strolled over to visit on a perfectly mild, early summer day, Ashley rapped at the door to her old neighbor's house as she did fairly often during her childhood, only now she was far from a child. At the start of her summer break, she was back here in the middle of her first trip home to the state of Maryland since starting college at Boston College. Always having been popular with the boys in high school, her body had blossomed further to reflect her new status as a bright, young university student. [[MORE]] Her golden-brown hair was longer than it used to be and her curves stuck out more from her casually chosen light blue t-shirt and jeans. Additionally, she had on a pair of sandals, a rose gold Swiss watch and a custom leather handbag as more distinct fashion statements. The slightly tan skin that was exposed on her legs and midriff reflected her mix of European and Asian ancestry. Despite all the recent changes in her life, her laid back attitude remained as much as ever. On the other hand, she was interested to see how her old friend, Derrick, had changed in the years since her last real visit. It was a pair of headphones and a fresh watch battery that had sent her to the nearby mall so soon after returning. She certainly hadn't expected him to be the one selling them to her when she strolled into that Best Buy, but he had opted to commute to a more local college from home rather than travel to study. After a bit of catching up with one another, he had invited her to make her first personal visit to his home in years during his next day off. Word around the neighborhood was that his family had a Jacuzzi in their backyard so it only made sense to show up with a bathing suit in her bag. The two of them had actually spent a lot of time together in their elementary school days as neighbors on the same street with a more casual friendship during high school. Derrick was always a nice guy, but something always felt off with him. He kept to himself a lot even in social settings but was great in a conversation when he finally did open up. Much of it only made sense to her when she'd heard that he had hooked up with Aaron, another long-time acquaintance, in high school. Aaron was also a very likable kid but had come out as an open and proud homosexual a few years earlier while Derrick never said anything on the subject. Ashley had only hoped that he had grown more secure in his sexuality since then. If anything, it would be a relief to escape the usual sexual tension of these sorts of get-togethers. "I'm coming!" Ashley heard him call from behind the door. The door opened to greet the girl with a well shaven white male with ash brown hair just short of being shoulder length. His height was at the low end of six feet where she was around the middle of five. As always, Derrick was the most bizarre blend of masculinity and femininity that she had ever come across. He was wearing a t-shirt for his beloved Baltimore Ravens with a pair of tan cargo pants and black sneakers yet he also smelled of an apple-scented shampoo. Peering into his house, she could spot both an Xbox and a Nintendo system out in the corner of the living room behind him. "Ravens, huh? They aren't too fond of them where I've been up in Massachusetts," she acknowledged his choice of their local NFL team. "So, have you come to complain about my service?" he jokingly questioned her. "No, the battery you suggested turned out to be exactly the right one." "That's good to hear," he smiled, "But I'm glad we can now have a real conversation with each other," "It's good to see you again too after so long," Ashley was in a good enough mood to give him a quick hug. Upon actually stepping into the house, the most adorable little toy poodle that she had ever seen came running up to them, ready to run circles around the ankles of its strange visitor. "Oh my, aren't you the absolute cutest!" Ashley knelt down to play with the puppy. "We just got her last month," Derrick picked up his dog to rock in his arms, "That's it. Who's a good girl?" "It would seem the year since we graduated high school has been good to you," she noted "More or less, it has," he agreed," I've always liked it around here. Never felt the need to go away to a big-time university like you did, not that there's anything wrong with wanting that." "It has its ups and downs. I like seeing new places, but it's tough having to meet an entirely new group of people and rebuild your social circle from scratch." "I can sort of relate to that. I've had to watch you and a lot of other people I used to get along with leave town. Of course, Aaron and I still like to chill from time to time." "Is that so?" she eyed him suspiciously, "How's he doing?" "Very well. He can't get enough of watching Marvel movies in 4K on the new television I recently bought from work. It's an OLED. Expensive as hell and totally top of the line with great color and motion clarity." "That's neat to hear. I remember your family always had nice stuff," she remarked. "Yup, Dad's accounting work pays remarkably well." "In particular, I recall hearing that you got a hot tub during junior year," Ashley verified with him. "Yup, we got one and still have it," he confirmed. "Really, can I go in?" "Right now?" "Yeah, I brought my swimsuit with me just in case." "O-Okay, if that's what you want to do..." Derrick shrugged, "I figured we'd catch up with a movie or something first, but I suppose that the weather is perfect for it. Go change and I'll be right with you. Ashley made her way to the nearby bathroom to change into the two-piece bathing suit that she had brought in her handbag. With bright floral patterns and plenty of skin showing, it was just the sort she'd be needing in her hunt for a new boyfriend after breakups with the guys she had met at university. It was probably a tad too skimpy for a reunion with a kid she'd known since they were toddlers, but she figured that it didn't matter since he wouldn't be interested anyway. When she exited the room, she found him waiting in a black pair of swim trunks with a green dragon on them. His upper body wasn't anything remarkable, but the respectable amount of work he did between his home and current job at Best Buy left him lean with even a tad bit of muscle definition and his overall skin tone showed that he got a bit more sun than someone of the typical geek reputation. "Nice bathing suit," she smiled at him. "Yeah, you too," he blushed slightly. Derrick quietly led her out into the backyard where a roomy Jacuzzi waited for both of them. High fences surrounded the yard to minimize any potentially prying eyes from neighbors and pedestrians. The early summer air felt good on their skin as did the lush grass between their toes as they walked over to the tub. Derrick allowed Ashley to get in first while he got the water inside warm and bubbling. She noticed that he was very adept at picking a temperature that wasn't a degree too hot or cold. Once a healthy foam had developed on the surface, she slid into it and was amazed at how her body seemed to vanish into the liquid. With everything properly set, the boy was fairly quick to come in and join her. "My, this is fantastic," Ashley adjusted to the heat, "Must be nice to own one of these." "It helps after a hard day at work. Best Buy isn't just phones and laptops. Electronics can get pretty heavy," Derrick revealed, "Of course, while you're home for the summer, I'm more than fine with you coming over to use it from time to time with me if you'd be okay with it?" "Why wouldn't I be?" "Didn't think you'd feel right doing this with another guy while in a relationship yourself," he lamented. "Actually, I'm single at the present moment. Dating at the university hasn't gone as well as I'd have liked. "I'm sorry to hear that." "Don't be. I'm the one that chose to cut her losses with all of those relationships. As I told you before, it's tough building a new circle of people you can trust with nothing but total strangers." "I never thought of it that way. Personally, I'm more sentimental about leaving the town as a whole. Red Robin may be a chain restaurant, but the one at the mall is my Red Robin. Do you get what I mean?" "Totally. You're probably doing the right thing studying from home. Must be a lot easier for you and Aaron, right?" she commented, bringing a fell silence over the area. "Um, what are you referring to with that statement?" he winced. "Well, the fact that you two are homosexual if I'm being honest," Ashley elaborated. "And where in the world did you get that idea?" Derrick grew more perturbed. "I know you've never told me directly, but I heard it through the social grapevine late in our senior year. Sorry if you don't want it out there yet, but it's nice being able to casually hang out with you like this. Even if I were in a present relationship, I fail to see what's wrong with a girl having a gay friend and a boyfriend." "Hold up, hold up, hold up! Forget Aaron, what the hell is this about me being gay in the first place?" he grew a tad flustered. "Well, people said that you and Aaron were uh... you know." "What? I know he's that way, but we're just good friends from long before that." "But someone had gone around the school saying that they saw you two together." "Maybe we were together but that doesn't mean that I..." he appeared to be running out of answers. "You know I'm not any kind of homophobe or anything, right? I won't think any less of you for who you love," Ashley tried to reason with him." "Of course, but it's not... Well actually it sort of is but..." "Come on. Tell me what happened," Ashley watched his face turn beet red. "Well, it was just that... he really wanted to suck my dick." "Sorry, but that does sound gay to me." "Yeah, but he's the gay one, not me. I just... let him do it." "Still sounds gay." "It was just a moment of weakness. He saw me changing after a hot tub session just like this and said that my dick was the biggest one he'd ever seen. Since then, he'd take the occasional chance to insinuate that I should let him suck me off, always swearing to me that it'd feel great if I let him give me a blowjob. He was never mean about it but he managed to wear me down and catch me at the right moment." "And what moment was that?" she kept up the pressure, "Also waiting for you to get to the part where it isn't gay." "That doesn't matter," Derrick dodged the question, "What matters is that I kept my eyes closed." "Did you enjoy it? I mean... did he get you to finish?" "...Yeah," he confessed after a pause. "Definitely seems more than just a bit gay." "Argh... I was supposed to be a one time deal and nobody was supposed to know, but I guess his secret spot isn't so secret..." Derrick finished his explanation. "Are you sure you wouldn't just rather admit that you're gay? I'd be totally okay with it." "But I definitely like girls." "I don't remember you ever having a girlfriend." "Because I never found the right one. I still went on some dates, had a few kisses, but none were quite right for a long term relationship." "I'm fairly certain that I didn't see you at the prom." "I was there. You just weren't looking hard enough." "If you say so..." Ashley settled into the water. Looking over, she could still see Derrick flushed all over, visibly more bothered by her teasing than she intended. "Relax, relax," she tried to correct the mood, "I'll believe you if you insist on it. At worst, it only makes you bisexual, and that's nothing to be ashamed of either." "I swear I'm not lying. It was all his idea," he finally mustered some conviction to his words. "So you really stand by the whole thing?" she suddenly got a sly look on her face. "Yes..." his nerves began to leave him again. "Then, you're telling me your dick is so large that Aaron was begging you to suck on it." "That's what I'm telling you," he didn't deny it. "Seems like a roundabout way of bragging, don't you think?" "Those were his words, not mine." "Well, he'd be one of the first people I'd trust to know what qualifies as a big cock," the story stirred up some memories of his rumored escapades for her. "He got me curious enough to seriously measure, and it seems as though he was right." "Really? How much?" "Over eight and a half, probably just short of nine inches last I checked." "Get the fuck out of here. That can't be legit." "Hey, I just did it the way I was told you're supposed to and that's what I got." "You can't just make claims like that without proof," she grumbled, "Fine, so be it..." "Huh?" "You have my permission to take off those trunks and hot tub nude with me, as long as you're as big as you say." "What?" "Go on. Take 'em off," she challenged him, "I hear it feels better that way. It's fine as long as you're really telling me the honest truth." "As you wish," Derrick took up her dare with some reluctance, unsure if he was making the best or worst choice of his young life. Even as he stood up to comply with her, Ashley took a much closer look at his trunks than she ever had before. Indeed there was something odd about how they were shaped in the front. He certainly had a bulge, but it ran so far down his thigh that she must have mentally dismissed the possibility that it was all him there when she saw it before, but now that they had come this far, it really occurred to her that the lump might really be more than just an odd fold in the fabric. She knew she'd have her answer before long, but each second felt longer than the last as he fiddled with his drawstrings. "Just a little more," he muttered as he loosened his bathing suit to the point where he could pull it down. Derrick's trunks dropped down his ankles and Ashley's jaw dropped right along with them. The grand reveal fully lived up to the vast expectations as it had set for it as an admirable tool of six whole inches, perhaps a tad beyond, swung before her hazel eyes, still flaccid but with as much volume as any of her past boyfriends had while erect. Derrick was far from ugly but lacked anything to make him stand out from the crowd. From the waist down though, she saw what she would've otherwise assumed to be the makings of a porn star. Technically, he hadn't even shown her what had been advertised but she had nary a reason to complain. "Oh my God! What an absolutely lovely thing!" she exclaimed. "Uh-huh, that's roughly what Aaron had to say about it too," Derrick remained standing while she stared. "Well, it is awfully impressive, but still not quite the almost nine-inch behemoth I was told about," she noted with a finger beneath her chin, "It gets bigger though, doesn't it?" "Yeah, it certainly does," he retook his seat, disappointing her as his manhood was concealed now by the bubbling pool, "It can actually be a bit of a hassle." Derrick seemed blissfully unaware of the true tension of the situation as he let out a relieved sigh. Ashley never imagined being in this position when she got in the water, for her to not be the most desirable piece of flesh in the tub. Hearing that Derrick was probably gay prevented her from ever entertaining these sorts of thoughts about him before. He had always been so unassuming and friendly with her that she would've just as easily believed him to be asexual, but now that would've seemed like nothing but a waste to her. At the very least she had to probe to see if he had any interest in her. "You were right. That does feel a lot better," Derrick slouched down further, "I feel much looser down there." "I can only imagine how tight it must have been," she exhaled before slightly changing the subject, "So why is it you haven't been able to find a girlfriend." "Well, I tend to be too focused on my work and school, and you'd always have a boyfriend whenever we'd talk." "Before today, that is." "I guess so." "Since that happens to be the case, there's no reason why I can't fully enjoy myself as well," she decided, "How about I even things up between us?" Before he could ask what she meant, Ashley has already stood up to discard her swimsuit. She started by untying the top to free her breasts to sway hypnotically for his brown eyes while she removed the bottom piece next. Ashley wasn't the most stacked girl in their school, that title almost definitely belonged to Sherry, but her breasts were much larger than her more modest fashion sense let on and looked much nicer on Ashley's comparatively more slender figure. They swayed with the motion of her arms as she slipped the bikini off of her legs and bared herself before him just as he had for her. She intentionally drew out the moment to see how his eyes would go over her body before dropping back to her place in the Jacuzzi, pleasantly surprised at how better being in the nude felt for her as well. "Wow, that really is nice," her newly freed breasts floated with the current, "This whole thing is nice, reuniting with you like this." "Damn, Ashley, I... You're getting me..." Derrick began fumbling over his words "I think I need to get out of here..." He moved his body as if planning to get up but then leaned back as if he suddenly decided against it. "What is it, Derrick?" Ashley cocked an eyebrow. "So you want to see it?" he took a deep breath. "If you want to show it to me," she answered. With a sigh, Derrick rose to his feet once more, and there his manhood was, in all of its fully erect glory. It hadn't just grown to the promised length, accompanied an equally impressive increase in girth, but it gained a fattened vein running along the top of the shaft. The head was flared up, shining beneath the sun, and bulging out in a particularly attractive shape. Ashley also took this opportunity to note how a heavy pair of testicles completed the perfectly sexy package. A twinge of guilt ran through her for never noticing Derrick in this way before seeing his dick, but it also made the situation feel even hotter to her with him still acting as the earnest childhood friend, especially with his still bashful face. "Mmm, how I wish I had a ruler right now," she fawned, "I guess I shouldn't have any doubt that you're attracted to girls anymore." "Me sitting behind you one day in Physics class is how Aaron got me," Derrick solved the mystery from more, "You were in pants that worked a miracle on my ass. I could hardly contain myself in the jeans I was wearing and having to change for physical education next period was straight up out of the question. He was there and insisted he had what it took to finish me off before I even needed to be in the locker room. That much was true, but even as he did what he did, I got through it by thinking of you." "Oh, so you really do like me that way. Never would I have guessed that I had caused so much trouble for you." "You were always dating other guys and I was never upset or jealous about it, but you always were the hottest girl at school in my eyes." "Well, I'm not dating anyone right now, am I?" she moved over to be directly next to him, motioning for him to sit up on the side of the tub. "Yeah, but I never seriously thought I had a chance with you," the sight of her bare nipples and cleavage only kept him growing harder. "Why would you think that?" Ashley surprised him by sliding over to be right in front of and between his legs, even opening them up a bit to move in closer. "I've always kind of just blended into the crowd," he reflected, "Just an average, nothing sort of guy." "You call this nothing?" Ashley looked straight up at her from beneath his cock. "I didn't think strolling up to girls and telling them that I have a huge penis would be the best idea in the long run." "You're right. It wouldn't have been," she laughed. "But... since it's now out here in the open..." he paused for a moment, "What do you think of it?" "May I touch it?" she didn't even need to ask what he was referring to. Derrick kept his response to a simple nod which gave Ashley the go-ahead to reach up and around his member with her hand. It was beyond marvelous, being too thick for her fingers to comfortably wrap around and harder than any she had encountered before. It throbbed intensely against her palm and nearly jump clean out of her grip. She looked up to see the considerable strain his innocent face was trying to conceal and couldn't help but be stunned. Obviously, she couldn't have any further questions regarding his sexuality, but this was beyond the pale. "Shit, I don't think I've ever been this hard in my life," he suddenly confessed. "Yeah, I'd wager this beast has got to be a full nine inches by now," she ran her hand along his entire length, "God, it's practically the size of my forearm. Color me extremely impressed." "So then, you really do like this big dick of mine?" Derrick tried to force a grin and a laugh through his extreme arousal. "It's beyond anything I ever imagined that I'd be lucky enough to encounter in real life.I don't see myself as a size queen but I've never had an opportunity like this either" she admitted, "Must be difficult to for you live with some times." "At least with you away at university, boners in class haven't been too much of an issue," he joked. "Well, you aren't in class right now, and you've got me right here. Mind if I help relieve this issue of yours the way I couldn't back when you needed me" she spoke a bit more seriously "You'd do that for me?" he gawked at her proposal, almost certain that he must have misheard her, "You mean really take care of it?" "I can see what Aaron was thinking now, but all of that was my fault to begin with," she let out a much more sexy laugh than before, "Just forgive me if my jaw isn't as flexible as his. I haven't had practice with anything more than half your size." "Please, only do what you're comfortable with," Derrick didn't dare risk saying anything that would change her mind. Opting to start out slow, Ashley kept her hand on him but shifted from just feeling him up to fully stroking his shaft. From the get-go, she instantly fell in love with how sturdy and rugged his erection was. Even with the controlled pace of her initial movements, he still couldn't contain some shudders. The beating of his heart that she could feel through the veins enveloping his member escalated with each motion she made across his length. Her free hand found itself having some fun lightly fondling his testicles. Seeing some pre-cum build upon the glans gave her the initiative to take the next step. Adjusting herself properly and feeling even steam than the Jacuzzi she was sitting in, she lifted her head up to get her mouth just above his dick. "I still can't believe you've grown into such a monster, Derrick," she giggled before wrapping her lips around the bulbous head of his cock. Simply getting the first quarter of his shaft into her mouth was a greater test than her jaw had ever faced. However, the additional stress provided by Derrick's size was more than made up for by his taste. This was not her first time giving head, but it was her first time doing not just because it was what the guy had asked her to do. In those instances, the flavor was just something she had to deal with but there was something extra to Derrick's shaft that made each lick she made on it demanding of another. It was quite helpful in motivating her to keep gradually working her way down his length. Given that he was over twice as large as any man she'd had before, she felt proud of herself for getting about two-thirds of his meat into her mouth, with her right hand taking care of the rest. "Fuck, Ashley, Aaron didn't use his tongue like that," Derrick blurted out with a moan. Ashley was perfectly fine to accept the compliment and continue what she was doing and amplify her actions. Even without him saying anything, Derrick's cock made it obvious how much he liked it. It pulsated against her tongue and twitched its way all around her cheeks. She was grateful to see that he wasn't a quick shot but became serious about seeing how he finally would explode. While maintaining her suction, she kneaded the bottom of his shaft, feeling how each throb hit harder than the last. Her handling of his balls became much more focused as she rolled her thumb carefully around their entire shape, and it worked wonders on the load stirring inside. "God, that feels so good!" he announced louder than intended, "Fuck, I'm almost there... Ashley, you're gonna make me..." After all that she had seen and felt with his manhood, Ashley had no reason to believe Derrick's ejaculation wouldn't be a cut above any other she had come across. She glanced up to enjoy the look on his face as she slurped and squeezed his cock all over but grew increasingly aware of the burning she was now starting to feel in her own crotch, and it was certainly due to more than just the heat of the tub. Something was ready to be unleashed within her as well, but, with his shaft swelling in her cheeks, his needs showed themselves to be far more immediate and urgent, and she was perfectly content to oblige him. "Oh shit, I'm gonna cum so fucking hard for you, Ashley!" Derrick placed a hand on her head without thinking, "Fuck, here it is, take it!" True to his word, Derrick's cock thrashed wildly in its final moments before releasing waves of his sperm for her. It was every bit what she would have expected out of balls as full and bloated as his. Her cheeks got all that they could handle and then some as he held her tightly between his thighs. Against what she'd usually do, Ashley tried to swallow some of it but ultimately allowed most of it to spill out from her lips and drip down onto her chest. It was the perfect spot for Derrick to ogle as she released his flagging member in order to deal with the feelings now rising up from within her own core. "God, Ashley, I've never experienced anything quite like that in my entire life," Derrick gasped for air, "I don't even know what to say except to give you my heartfelt thanks." "No need to mention it," she sat back to briefly relax herself, "I've never encountered anyone quite like you either. It got me so curious that I almost couldn't help myself. I wonder how differently things might have gone had I been aware of the truth about you sooner." "I won't deny that I was confident that my dick would help me out when I eventually did decide to play the field, but I was never sure how you would feel about it had you known," he reflected, "I figured I'd save the boasting until after I found the right girl." "Well, you can start your gloating now. It's definitely something else," Ashley continued to stare even after his penis had gone to rest and he slid back into the water. All may have seemed calm between them now, but the images now indelibly planted in her mind were there to stay. Even as Derrick had been satiated and looked ready to resume his casual conversation with her, she couldn't get her thoughts off of what he still had waiting at the bottom of the water. Trying to do so only caused her lower body to become more agitated. The impression left on her by his manhood not just in size but shape and texture was too much to get over, even if Derrick was an old friend. It quickly dawned on her that this was a yearning that was not going to go away on its own but the question of how to deal with it was a difficult one. Either way, this tub was finally getting way too hot for her. "Thanks for turning this on for me, but I'm ready for a break," she stood up from the Jacuzzi, grabbing the bikini she had placed at the side. "Whatever you want to do," he took his trunks, turned off the tub, and followed behind her. To be continued. By BEWD 4133 for Literotica. Source: ex-plicitly-novel

Your meals are prepped, you are nailing your step game, focusing on reducing stress, prioritizing sleep and you are overall focused on making this fat loss phase a success! That is until the text comes through "Hey honey want to go out for ________ tonight?" Argh! You are JUST getting into your groove and here the offer to deviate from your plan presents itself. How do you handle this? You want to say no but also yes but also not cook but also stay committed...help! I got you boo. Enter the Power of a Positive No - a simple and effective strategy that will help you not only stand in your power to stay committed to yourself and your goals but ALSO gives you the opportunity to practice and strengthen your boundaries. Because guess what friend? This is temporary - and you have bigger goals right now! Tune in to this episode to learn my exact wording I use to give thanks, a gentle yet firm no for now and how I set myself up for continued success (and say YES to future me - pasta included!)

Wives get to thinking about how life is too short.Based on the works of CoyoteHoward. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.Jenny & The Barbeque GatheringIt was the picture of Americana in southwest Idaho.A partly cloudy sky, with more sun than shade. Deep green grass. Horses munching away in the pasture while the kids, whose ages ranged from 2-16, played on the trampoline and playset.The husbands primarily were under the porch overhang, gathered around the grill, while Osvaldo and his 8 year old son Elliot jokingly played corn-hole in the grass.Their wives were on the furniture on the other end of the porch, doing as women do, keeping an eye on the children for the most part and enjoying their own trials and tribulations. Most of which focused on family dramas, future plans and prices for various groceries.“Yeah, so what I’d like to do,” Brady said, beginning to flip the burgers from the top left, “is kinda what you did, but I’d like to do 4 rails instead.”Steve nodded and took a drink of beer from his Payette Brewing Co. bottle. He absentmindedly watched Brady do so, his left thumb tucked into the front pocket of his jeans, shifting his cowboy booted feet to equal distribution instead of one leg being cocked slightly. His slight belly showed his 36 years of age, and while he didn’t like it, and wished he could find the consistent motivation to work out, his wife didn’t mind, and his shirts still fit, including the plain white t-shirt he wore now.“Yeah I don’t mind the three, but the three inch- I wish I’d of been able to afford the three and a half,” Steve said, shifting the bottle to his left and adjusting his multicam hat on his head, though it needn’t be done. His brown, fade cut hair wasn’t bothering him, it was more just a habit.“You did your fence yourself?” Jeff asked. He was blond, worked out tons and was wearing a polo, cargo shorts and flip flops.Steve nodded, “Yeah the little mustang got out suddenly last year, little shit.”The women meanwhile were discussing flowers.“I’m so jealous of your little play area Jenny,” Hannah said, taking a sip of her soda.She was married to Brady, and three of the tikes running around were hers. She was 36, was 5'7" and 133 pounds. She knew she was attractive, as all the women here were, but her husband appreciated her the most, and that’s exactly the way she prefered it.They’d been married for well over 10 years, he was the father of all her babies, and they led a great life.“Well it’s been a lot of work, but yeah, it’s coming together,” Jenny said. “We’ve done a ton of work just to try and keep the weeds away.” Her husband was Steve, and as she finished her sentence she looked over at her man.They’d been together the longest of the group of six couples, having been dating since junior year of high school, over 18 years prior. They had the second oldest child there, at 15, and the second youngest as well, a three year old girl.They’d been the ones to leave though, he going into the Army right after high school and finally leaving six years prior, and they’d all reconnected.Steve was still her king though, and she his queen, as they routinely told each other. Even now, as Heather, a half-asian, half-hispanic woman asked her about the newest berry they’d planted Jenny couldn’t help but think about what her king had done to her last night, and her panties got warm under her flowery, blue, spaghetti-strapped sundress.Steve noticed her looking at him, and flashed her a smile, giving his queen a fun wink.And that’s why she couldn’t help but love him. He just did those little kinds of things that other men didn’t with their wives. Sure he had a temper, he played video games, his memory was horrible.But his positives more than made up for it.“I’d like to plant blackberries, especially if they have uh, no thorns,” Amanda winked, and took a bite of potato salad. She was a short, slightly heavy black haired woman married to Osvaldo.She looked over and saw her son and husband playing cornhole still, though Jeff and Joe had gone over to play with them. They were married to Heather and Ellen, respectively, to Amanda’s left.“Yeah me too,” Hannah said, to which the others laughed slightly.“Bullshit,” Kelly said, deciphering the code words; “You have too much going on already. Brady would strangle you!”“Oh he’d be a little upset, but he always cools off,” Hannah said, chuckling.But Jenny couldn’t get the thought out of her mind now. The thought of how Steve had taken extra care to put the baby to bed, to not play Mass Effect, and to take her to bed.He’d sweetly pulled her jeans off, then nuzzled and licked at her cunt through her panties until she’d cum, THEN he had proceeded to have his way with her, bringing her off several more times before finishing off inside her.She imagined she could still feel his cum, making her wetter still.She suddenly looked at the whole situation. At everyone around her and the thought of them getting old, tired, and ending…“Hannah, watch Claire for me. I’m gonna go get fucked silly in your powder room,” she said, locking eyes with her friend and rising with a slight smirk.Hannah’s eyes went wide as she choked slightly and let out a huge smile.“What?!” she exclaimed, but Jenny was already striding across the patio to her man.“Did she just-”“What did she say?”“Whoa!”“Hahaha! Oh shit she’s really doing it!”Jenny had reached Steve, grabbed him by the belt buckle with one hand and had begun leading him away, walking forward as if leading a stud to a mare.“Hey babe, whoa, what’s up?” he asked.She turned and smirked a small smile at him, and she knew it achieved the desired affect. Her intentions must have been written all over her face, because he couldn’t help but put his beer down and follow, his own smile bursting forth.She lead him through the door and didn’t give him time to properly shut it, but he was able to with a strong hand.“Jen, what are you doing?” Steve asked, grabbing her wrist. She was closer to her target though.“I need you,” she said, suddenly breathless as she kissed him deeply, her sexy body pressing up against his.She made sure to press her bra'ed 34C breasts into his chest, her left hand around his back, her right up in his short hair.Steve’s hands went around her pinched waist first, then his left up her side and back while his right went around and down to her plump ass, cupping and kneading.She moaned at the touches, then broke the french kiss and backed away towards the half-bath by the front door.Steve followed eagerly and suddenly they were in the little bathroom, finding the light and locking the door behind them.“Hun, what’s gotten int-ohh shit!” Steve started, but she hushed him by immediately dropping to her knees, and getting his jeans undone.“Damn girl, the fuck has gotten into you suddenly?” he asked, as she got the front of his pants open, not pausing and pulled down his underwear too. But his hands went to her head, lightly rubbing the sides and back encouragingly.“Can’t I just want my husband?” she asked before throating his semi-hard, 6 inch cock in one go.“Ah fuck,” he said, his biology taking over for a moment as he thrust his hips an inch forward, his hands tightening on her head.Her tongue was going crazy on the underside of his shaft, the tip even coming past her bottom lip slightly to lick his balls as much as she could, and he got rigid hard in moments.He gasped and breathed as if he were in pain, but she knew he wasn’t. Jenny didn’t give him head very often, so this must be a real treat for him. Though truth be told, this was a means to an end. She bobbed her face on his crotch for a dozen or so pumps, until she felt his cockhead nudge the back of her throat. That end was now.She rose, looked him in the eye as her right hand grasped his hard prick, some of her hair in her eye as she did so, stroking it in short strokes as she turned to the vanity and mirror.God she looked slutty. One of her spaghetti straps had fallen off her shoulder and her lips were an excited red from having just been stretched in an obscene ‘O’ around his magnificent cock.But she could still FEEL her sex drive though, his taste still in her mouth. Her boobs were hypersensitive in their confines, feeling wonderfully constrained as she breathed, and her panties were probably soaked through.She pulled up the hem of her dress and bent over the counter, looking back at him over her right shoulder.“God, just fuck me. Fuck me!” she said, “I need it.”Steve couldn’t refuse this personification of pure lust in front of him. She wasn’t his wife in this moment. She was a bitch in heat. A mare in season. And he was going to give her the beast she needed.He grabbed her brief-cut panties with both hands and yanked them down with animalistic urgency to her feet, where she stepped out with one sandaled foot.He then rose and put his right hand to her cunt, immediately confirming how wanton she was by the heat and wetness he found there, easily one of the wettest times he’d ever seen her.“Oh fuck,” she said, finding her own lustful gaze looking back at her in the vanity mirror, feeling his fingers run through her sex from her clit(which he brushed ever so slightly) right up to her asshole. She knew he must’ve thought about playing with it, as she’d let him take her ass several times in the past year, finally.But he didn’t linger, instead he stepped right up to her bent over body and slid his steel hard cock into her cunt, all in one go.“Oh! Oh fuck! Oh god that feels soo good!” she practically screamed, but huskily.His hands went to her wide hips, finding her pelvic bones that made the perfect obscene handles, beginning to piston her cunt, slowly.But she wanted more, she wanted to be fucked, and fucked well.She looked over her shoulder at him, “Steve, god damnit, Fuck me!” With each stressed word she pushed herself back on his cock, sparks flying from her sopping cunt through her body as she did so as his rod plowed her depths.Out at the patio, the ladies' conversation suddenly halted when the screams and moans were faintly heard coming from the little vent, high on the side of the house. It piped the narrative from the powder room, just on the other side of the brick exterior. First Claire took notice, then all the ladies went silent, their devilish grins showing their vicarious delight. A couple of the guys noticed the silence over at the other end of the covered patio, then all the guys heard the faint echo of a raging hormonal woman's voice could just barely be heard yelling; “Steve, God damnit. Fuck me!”Jenny was rewarded with her stud pulling her hips back so that she’d fall backwards if he wasn’t there, cock lodged inside her. Her hands were wrapped tightly around the spout of the faucet, now somewhat in front of her as her hair swung with his thrusts. Her tits were swaying as much as her bra would allow, and the pulling on her chest added to her sexual experience. The thumb of her left hand subconsciously rubbed the underside of the chrome spout, but in her entranced state, she imagined it was Steve's turgid cock.In moments he was fucking her hard. Fast. Making her ass jiggle with every impact of his pelvis. She felt his cock running though her with abandon, the heat from her cunt quickly turning into a fire, then a blaze, until stars burst in her vision and she screamed a carnal, drawn out “ah” in orgasm, her legs shaking uncontrollably. “Steve, you beast!” she screamed in satisfaction.Her hands slipped as they clenched and gripped the sink, Steve stepping up as her hips were pushed forward against the edge of the counter.Whereas moments before she’d cum from her assertive pushing back, now she was trapped with nowhere to go. More precisely, her hole couldn’t get away from the prick fucking it.Jenny realized that she’d be forced to cum at least again, maybe more even. Her king had slowed as he’d trapped her, bringing his hands up to her shoulders and finding new grips with which to pound her.She looked up and saw her sweaty self in the mirror again, her jaw dropped open as she breathed heavy with sexual arousal, her whole body jarring with each impact of Steve’s hips against her ass.God she was so sexy, and her cunt was doing such a good job of clenching around the invader, her body doing as it was designed to do, trying to bring the penis inside it to orgasm. Her hole wanted his semen. That was its purpose, to get fucked and filled by cum, so she could carry his child.And it was working, her own voice raising with every fourth or fifth quickening thrust as she felt her second orgasm building in her depths, Steve’s cock hitting amazing pockets of nerves inside her.It suddenly was upon her as her left hand pressed against the mirror, her right coming around to grab Steve’s hip as her cunt exploded in pleasure, her eyes wide. She rocked herself back as he tried to pull out for another thrust, trying to keep him inside her as she came, throwing her head in an out of control nodding motion and half panting, half exclaiming “ahs.”Steve for his part wasn’t faring well on holding out. He regularly told Jenny that her orgasms would collect massive amounts of cash on the internet, and they usually brought him off. But Jenny had never been this needy before, and though she did have bouts of increased sexual activity, this was a whole new level.As she came again for the second time, the thrashing of her head, her hair flying and her hand on the mirror, almost got him.It was her hand landing on his right side, hip and ass cheek coupled with her rocking cunt clenching on his shaft that got him. He slammed forward to the hilt as his cum rose from his balls, rocketing down his weapon until it fired into her hot sheathe.Again and again it fired, "Oh yeah! Uh! Uh! Uh! Take it baby!” he said through blurred vision and clenched teeth.Out on the patio, the ladies were squirming; embarrassed, but getting aroused. Claire was frustrated when she had to go comfort a child who tripped and fell in the play area; “Tell me what I'm missing, Kelly.”In the powder room, Jenny was affirming Steve's virility; “Ram it in me, Deeper!” And though she hadn’t fully finished her orgasm, it had been ending, that is, until she felt her man begin to fill her.“Oh! Oh god! Oh fuck, it’s, so hot! Oh fuck Steve!” she seethed, feeling him pumping his seed into her. Her cunt suddenly went taught and rippled against the tool that had penetrated it, sending Jenny into another fit of orgasm, catching her off guard as her legs finally gave way, coming off the floor and slightly spurring Steve’s calves as all she could experience was the ultimate, womanly pleasure. Through blurred vision she looked at the mirror her face was resting on, her tits as well as her weight was mostly on her hips.Steve smiled as he fired his last shot of cum into his wife, enjoying her multiple orgasm as he rubbed the small of her back right before it went into the crack of her ass, reveling in the clenching of her cunt.“Ha ha, fuck yeah, you’re awesome baby,” he said, taking a deep breath as his heart rate came down.She slowly relaxed until her feet came down to the floor again, finally taking her weight. She came upright, allowing Steve to pull himself free of her depths before turning around and leaning back on the counter.“Umm, holy shit, that felt so good,” she said, smiling.“You’re damn right about that,” Steve said, reaching down to pull up his underwear and jeans. “What got into you?”“Nothing, I just, I was looking at you,” Jenny said, finding her own panties around her right foot and stepping back into them. “And I suddenly thought about how short life is. I wanted to be taken, and I didn’t want to wait.”He chuckled as he finished buckling his belt, “Jesus. Fuck that was good. You drained the shit out of me.”“Mmm, and you fucked the hell out of me. Whew!” she exclaimed, finally seating her panties comfortably and pulling the strap of her dress up onto her shoulder.Steve stepped forward and kissed her, her left hand coming up to his cheek. His groin pressed into hers and a light heat radiated from her cunt again.“Um, stop it!” she smiled at him, pushing him away, “Argh, you do that anymore and I’ll need you to fuck me again.”He unlocked the door and they stepped out, a couple heads on the porch turning their way, followed by the rest.When they came out onto the porch, hand in hand, everyone clapped as if they’d put on a performance, then laughed openly at their friends, with some light cheering from both the girls and the guys, to which they both blushed But laughed as well.Steve brought Jenny back to her bench next to Hannah and sat her down, then kissed her hand sweetly before stepping away.Brady promptly high fived him. “Steve You beast!”“Dude fuck yeah!” he said enthusiastically, then took a bite from his cheeseburger, “Food’s ready!”“Dude Steve, you really just go fuck your wife just now?” Osvaldo said, holding a plate of chips, cheeseburger and veggies but not eating anything.“Yeah, she just, she wanted it, man,” Steve said, sort of shrugging and finding his warm beer, enjoying the sip nonetheless.“That’s awesome,” he said looking at his wife who’d heard him, her already watching him.“Don’t you be getting any ideas!” Amanda shouted at him with a smile, and everyone laughed.Ellen handed Jenny her half-full drink, saying; “Yeah, take it baby!” quoting Steve's very words from 10 minutes ago. The gals all broke out laughing.  Jenny blushed & felt both violated and riddled with questions.Ellen just pointed up to the 4 inch vent opening, high on the wall. Jenny's face said it all. But she quickly recovered and decided to own it. She recovered her proud continence and took a big swig of her iced tea and winked back at Ellen.“Seriously, what came over you Jenny?” Ellen asked her. She and Joe were the most religious and reserved of them all.Jenny half shrugged, feeling her man’s cum begin to seep out of her well fucked, wet cunt.“What? He’s mine, and I wanted him. And I didn’t want to wait,” she said, meeting the prudish woman’s eyes.“But what even started that?” Amanda asked next, her four five year old son running up to her and wanting a sudden bite.“I just, I suddenly had a thought about how short life is. And why wait?” Jenny said, Claire having toddled over for the same.Hannah’s eyes drifted to her husband.“Not to start like, a thing, but you’re pretty right,” she said, and gave Jenny a knowing look before rising herself and sauntering over to Brady.Jenny just laughed, the other women commotioned, and as Brady smiled the largest shit eating grin, he handed the spatula off to Jeff and they went inside.By nightfall, the powder room was a new code-word that every couple knew the meaning of. As the guests said their farewells, everyone hoped the groups would do this again, soon; and often. The group had some unspoken standards of discreteness, and the circle of friends were clearly monogamous and faithful to marital sanctity. But no one left that night with any shame about their coupling priorities.The next morning at church, they were all as devoutly religious as the widows in the front pew. Yet daydreaming fantasies for some Sunday afternoon delight, after lunch and settling the kids for a nap or a long movie.Hannah Goes Buck HuntingSeveral weeks later, Hannah and Brady had decided to get away from the kids for a bit.These hunting trips were fun, and more than just camping. Brady always needed something more than camping, and when he was happy the family was happy. For Hannah though, as the mom, this was a ton of work.If she thought about too much, she’d work herself up into a pissy mood, and she had goals with this ride.Brady had wanted a new ATV after they’d gotten rid of their first two and trailer, so she’d stated he could, but they’d have to discuss having a third baby.And they had discussed it. He wanted to wait, she didn’t want that much of a gap between the kids.It was an on-going discussion, but overall they were happy together and with their lives.The two of them bounced along the dusty trail with their ATV plume of dust being carried off by the warm eastern Idaho wind. She rode behind him, sunglasses on her pale green eyes and shoulder-length, platinum blonde hair in a bun, clutching his body to stabilize herself and to enjoy the closeness. And also to enjoy the angle of her jeaned hips on the seat, her legs spread naturally due to the design of the machine. Her clit pushed deliciously into the foam, the vibrations continually sending tiny shocks through her system.He in turn enjoyed her body against his, and especially her white tank top covered, C cup tits being pressed into his shoulder blades. Little did he know her nipples were getting harder and harder against her bra with each minute they rode.It was at this moment that Hannah thought of the BBQ from several weeks before, and how her friend Jenny had suddenly pulled her husband Steve into their powder room and had sex with him.The boldness of it had ignited something within Hannah herself, who’d in turn taken Brady upstairs and allowed him to plow her vigorously. They’d both cum, her several times, in a matter of minutes. Their friends had given both couples good natured grief for their impetuousness, and it was of course still hinted about.Neither couple really cared though.And as Hannah thought of that day, she did the math and realized today was one of her most fertile.They came up to a bend in the trail with a gorgeous view of a whole ridge and Brady pulled the ATV over to a stop. He rose and climbed off, getting his binoculars out and began glassing the hillside.Hannah made her decision and hiked her leg over the seat in order to put her left toe on the heel of her right boot, slipping it off, then followed by the other. She stood on the floorboard and undid her jeans, sliding them and her plain bikini cut grey panties over her plump MILF ass and down to her ankles.She reached down, pulled her boots back on then pulled her leather belt from her jeans. She seated it around her shapely hips, then reached under her tank top and unclasped her bra, pulling it free and onto the floorboard of the machine with her jeans and underwear.Lastly, she pulled the front of her top down so her tits were exposed. What warm blooded male could resist?She walked up to Brady and without ceremony knelt in front of him, staying on her feet so she was kneeling obscenely, her knees spread wide.The breeze had made most of the noise she’d made imperceptible to her husband, he only noticing when she’d come near, and that wasn’t out of the ordinary.What was unusual was his fly suddenly being undone, his glassing immediately stopped to look at his mostly undressed wife fishing his eight and a half inch cock out of his boxers and jerking it off as she looked up at him with a smile.“Brady?” She asked coyly, kissing his quickly hardening mushroom head. “Can I please suck your cock?”“Hannah, what the fu - uh fuck,” Brady said, her tongue running up the length of his shaft before twirling around the end, her hand still clasped around the base. “Uhh, uh, fuck woman. Ahh god damn!”She’d not really waited for his permission, engulfing as much of his cock inside her hot, wet mouth as she could. She wasted no time in bobbing her head, keeping her hand at the base to keep herself from gagging.She’d had a bit of a wild youth, but she was still human and maintained a healthy gag reflex.Brady though had gone from looking for antler tips in his 10 by 50 binos to suddenly having his tool worked over by his wife.But she sure didn’t look like his wife in this moment. He could see glimpses of her boots on her feet, her naked ass with just her belt around her sexy waist. Her boobs were out of her shirt and while her one hand was around his meat her other was down in her crotch, moving in the telltale motion of frigging herself.It was several minutes later, when she was looking up at him with those pretty green eyes, moving her face along his fully hard cock when she stood her body up, remaining bent over at the waist and blowing him at the same time, her tongue playing along the underside of him. He couldn’t take it anymore and needed to act.He dropped the optics and grabbed her head with both hands, taking charge and pushing her down himself with force, her hand having nowhere to go but to his thigh to steady herself as she fully gagged and choked.Brady didn’t care in the moment though, feeling the back of her throat hit his tip and shoving further anyway. When she coughed it opened her up and he went further, her nose finally pushing into his stomach.He thrusted several times into the fuck hole that was her mouth before he let go of her, allowing her air and a reprieve.*Cough!* “Fuck baby!” *cough cough!* “Got you going huh?” She spat out, standing upright.But Brady was the man in their house. She was his woman.She’d wanted to fuck around? Well she was about to find out.He pushed Hannah towards the ATV, her stumbling the several steps with his force, her hands going to the side of the rear rack before being able to turn towards him. His eyes had a different look to them as she leaned her ass up against the metal rack.“You sure the fuck did,” he said, not pausing or asking.He grabbed her left leg and lifted it, unceremoniously plunging his cock inside her sopping wet cunt all in one glorious thrust as her booted foot rested on the floorboard.“Ah! Oh, god!" Hannah screamed, her slit so lubed by her thoughts and ministrations that all she felt was pleasure as her tunnel was stretched around the invader.Brady grabbed her right hip as he wasted no time, slamming into his wife with hard, forceful pounds. If she wanted to act like a slut, he was going to fuck her like one."Ahh yeah, fuck yeah baby,” he said, hips pumping away at Hannah’s gash now with more speed instead of strength, savoring the feeling of her heat wrapped around him properly.“Oh, fuck,” she said, her whole body moving with each hump. “You, feel, so, good. Ah, ah, ah. You’re, gonna-a, make, me, cum, ah fuck!” she said, then screamed.She was orgasming. Here in the woods and wilds of Idaho. Being taken by her mate like countless females from eons prior, her flesh milking the organ that would make her round with child.“Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh” he merely said, satisfying his basest instinct, his length mostly buried within her quivering and gripping snatch.Again it was her eyes, her eyes that caught his at the tail end of her climax, squinted with exertion and pleasure but opening enough to see his that, combined with her words, made him unable to hold back.“Do it Brady. Give it all to me.”“Ugh-fuck! Huh-huh-huh-huh!” he gritted through his teeth as his balls boiled and his seed rocketed out of him and into the canal of his female.He was thrusting wildly, gripping her ass more than her hip as he pumped her body full of potent semen, eventually coming down and catching his breath.“Oh fuck. Oh fuck. God, damn. That was amazing,” he said, spent.But Hannah was a woman. And right then she was a woman on a mission.She brought her left leg down to the ground as Brady fell out of her cunt, quickly turning and arching her ass out before reaching back and guiding his still hard enough member back into her cum-filled hole.“Wha-oh god damn!” was all Brady could get out as his wife thrust her ass back against his hips, stroking his cock with her already white-coated walls in order to maintain his stiffness.“I’m not done with you honey,” Hannah said, looking over her shoulder and smiling, taking him inside of her again. “You need to pump another load in me.”Brady’s head came upright from its tilted back position. He’d enjoyed the orgasm immensely, and had been looking up into the trees as she’d begun fucking herself on him, but her words brought him back down.“Oh- is that what you’re doing? You’re looking to get knocked up?” he said, looking her square in the eye as his energy renewed with his clearing mind.She chuckled as his prick within her was stiffening more than it was deflating, “Well it’s working so far babe! Ah, ah, ah, huh!" Hannah had started to goad him, but his sudden grab of her belt and violent thrusts into her cunt stopped her words and forced feminine moans from her instead."You’re, fucking, manipulating, me, into, pumping, a kid, in, you?” Brady grunted each word, unrelenting in his carnality.“Ah, ah, ah!” was all she could say in response, her nipples hard as erasers moving with her breasts to their rhythm as Brady put his own thumb in his mouth, adjusting his other hand to pull on the belt with each thrust, driving ever harder into her vulnerable snatch.Then Brady suddenly stopped his pounding, Hannah’s body moving on its own for several moments before he grabbed her hair and pulled her head backwards.“Fine bitch,” he seethed into her ear, placing his saliva coated thumb at her anal entrance, his fingers pulling on the belt, her eyes going wide. “Then I’m going to knock you up properly.”His digit breached her backdoor in moments, fully seated and taking her tight, final virginity, held in place one-handed by his grip in her hole and the leather in his fingers.Even with all the sex she’d had in her wild years, all the cocks she’d sucked, cum she’d swallowed, loads on her face, chest, stomach, back, ass and up her tunnel; after all these years with Brady and the countless boat fuckings, back country car rides with road head and spontaneous fingering, all the seed she accepted into her vagina in the erotic and romantic efforts to have their three kids, she’d never let anyone play with her ass.“Oh, oh god!” she exclaimed, unable to stop herself from pushing back on the second intrusion, a type of instinct taking over her body and craving more penetration.She saw stars as his cock thrust for the second time, rubbing delightfully against her other invader through her inner wall, a wordless scream silent from her open mouth as her eyes rolled back in her skull. Her legs shook as her cunt exploded around the stiff rod running through her sheathe.Brady felt her heat and orgasm not only in the clenching flesh around his pole but in her ring squeezing down on his thumb.He chuckled as he wiggled it around.“Yeah, there you go you fucking slut!” he smiled triumphantly as he really began pounding her, fucking her ass now with his hand alternately from his cock in her insanely hot cunt.They fucked like animals for several minutes, with no words spoken. Just primal animal grunts and moans.Brady was taking his woman, intent on blasting her womb with the fluid that was designed by nature to ruin her lithe, 36 year old body.She reveled in giving herself fully to her stud, no longer squeezing her asshole but just relaxing it and allowed him to finger her with unbridled, short jabs. He’d possibly put his baby in her already, but god this was good.“Oh, fuck,” she said, turning her head despite his hold. “I’m going to get so big. Everyone’s going to know you pumped me full. Oh god, honey! You’re going to fucking destroy my body again!”Her eyes had gone from passion-filled as she talked to squinting with ecstasy, her whole body rocking with his power.“Argh, uh, fuck!” Brady exclaimed, finally letting go of her hair to grab her hip, his balls letting go as well.Hannah knew her husband’s cock well, knew him well, and knew she’d sent him over the edge. She felt the penis swell within her cunt, his pelvis grinding into her ass, his thumb having hooked up and was helping to drive his weapon into her further.She was still breathing hard from her latest orgasm, and was happy she wasn’t coming still.She wanted to feel every single moment of this, her last impregnation.She swore she could feel the cum pulse down his shaft, depositing deep within her stomach. A heat radiated from within her, just below her belly button, and it got warmer are larger as he held her tight and humped her naked ass.“Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!” Brady grunted, putting all of his being into injecting his wife with his cum, planting his seed as deep as his cock could reach.She felt every ounce inside her, destined to make her belly bulge, her tits swell, her gait become not a seductive sway but a motherly waddle.Everyone would know she’d laid down for him. That she’d allowed him to dump his cum into her. To use her. She shuddered, looking down at her flat tummy, knowing it wouldn’t last.Finally he let go of her hair, allowing her upper body to fall forward. He was most certainly out of breath, and Hannah was breathing heavily. He remembered where his thumb was and wriggled it again within her.Now that they weren’t actively fucking, Hannah immediately clenched her ring reflexively, holding him in there.“Hey! You asshole! Careful!” she said, looking back at him and his now quickly softening cock sliding part of the way out.“Naw naw naw, this is your asshole,” he said, pushing his hand and eliciting a squeal from her.“Ah, hey, stop it!” she said, but laughed slightly.Brady laughed too and pulled his cock from her loose cunt, then slowly retracted his thumb, making her sigh when it was out.“Oh babe, that was fucking amazing,” Brady said, stepping back from her a few feet.“Yeah, I know,” Hannah said with a grin, finding her panties and getting them on first, over her boots.She could feel her double load dribbling down her inner walls. She wished she could-She walked around the ATV, then sat her pantied-ass on the seat sideways, leaning back while holding on to the bar of the rack and the handlebar. The move made Brady groan out loud as she simultaneously craned her head back to look at him upside down, and brought her legs up, tilting her hips.“Brady,” she said seductively, “Will you please come clean your cock off in my mouth while your cum knocks me up?”Brady took a deep, smiling breath as he shuffled up to his open-mouthed wife.The wind on that ridge spread the news to all the deer in that ravine, While it was clearly not the musk of a doe in heat, several bucks couldn't ignore their own curiosity, or their territorial aggressiveness. As Brady was about to start up the ATV and ride the ridge to the north; the snort of a buck caught his ear from below the sage brush to the south.Within seconds, Brady was prone and scoping his rifle toward the sound of the buck. It only took one glance of the 12 point buck, up above the brush. A single shot dropped him. Within 2 hours Hannah and Brady were back at their RV and strapping the field-dressed buck in the ATV trailer.Hannah was in the camper, preparing a last meal, and packing up to head back home that evening. She was a proud woman. She had captured her trophy, deep in her very fertile cunt. Out behind the RV, Brady had his trophy roped securely on the trailer, for all the world to see.Hannah gushed on the praises of her provider's prowess. He was a capable provider.Brady needed no other affirmation than what his wife gave him.Brady drove contentedly, fully satisfied by his trophies. One on the trailer, and the other, riding shotgun.By CoyoteHoward, for Literotica

On this free-form, free-flowing episode of Grumpy Old Bens, we talk about AI, piracy, rolling a Pleroma instance, and a whole lot more. Thanks for listening and thank you to those that support the show! EXECUTIVE PRODUCER:Anastasia Trekles ASSOCIATE-EXECUTIVE PRODUCERS:JohnsbrtSir Sean of the Allegheny ValleyJoel WTomTomSkimixWiirdo THANK YOU FOR YOUR SUPPORT! We hope you enjoy … Continue reading "Episode 247: Argh Matey"

2019 hat launchen für uns vor allem eines bedeutet: STRESS!Webinar-Slides wurden eine Nacht vor dem Webinar erstellt, Sales Mails im Launch fertig geschrieben *hust*. Heißt dann auch in laufende E-Mail Automationen eingefügt. Wenn ich heute daran denke, bekomme ich Schweißausbrüche. :D Wenn alles kurz auf knapp erstellt wird, bleibt nicht mehr viel Zeit, um viel darüber nachzudenken, strukturiert und mit einem roten Faden vorzugehen.Und deine Energie fließt nicht so sehr in deine Community während der Launch Phase, wie sie es tun sollte.Das bedeutet letztlich auch: Es hat Auswirkungen auf den Umsatz - und das nur, weil wir nicht genug Zeit eingeplant haben. Argh!Wenn du mit Launchen vor allem Stress verbindest, möchte ich heute einmal mitnehmen, was wir verändert haben, dass Launchen für uns heute vor allem eines heißt: Das geilste Event für uns und dich (unsere Community zu schaffen). Legen wir los.Erwähnte Links:PDF: Das Geheimnis erfolgreicher Onlinekurs-VerkäufeOBG auf Instagram @onlinebusinessgeeks.deShownotes zur Podcast-Folge: https://onlinebusinessgeeks.de/launch-stressDu hast eine Frage, die wir dir im Podcast beantworten können? Stelle sie uns gerne direkt als Audio und du erscheinst bei uns im Podcast: https://onlinebusinessgeeks.de/podcast-frage ❤️ Wie wir dir helfen können: ERSTELLE deinen Onlinekurs: Der Selbstlernkurs für deinen (ersten) Onlinekurs https://onlinebusinessgeeks.de/onlinekurs-erstellen VERKAUFE deinen Onlinekurs mit Online Durchstarten: Das Programm, mit dem du dir ein nachhaltiges Verkaufs-System aufbaust, um von Launch zu Launch mehr Kunden zu gewinnen https://onlinebusinessgeeks.de/onlinedurchstarten Newsletter Challenge: Erstelle in 21-Tagen einen Newsletter, mit dem du Geld verdienst https://newsletter-challenge.de/

He's Ben, a cinnamon roll who bakes cinnamon rolls! He's Adam, a hockey coach and a pain in the ass! It's our annual modern gay Hannukah book - chag sameach, y'all! This year we read Ben's Bakery and the Hannukah Miracle by Penelope Peters. This one does have some serious religious gatekeeping - we mention it because it is really upsetting because this dude is not the catch he thinks he is to be such a damn asshole telling other people how to do their own damn religion right. Argh! (We liked Ben so much that we had absolutely zero time for this Adam guy.) Also, advanced moppet warning!

Greedy squirrels Cyril and Bruce both have their sights on a very special prize: THE VERY LAST NUT OF THE SEASON! As the nut bounces crazily though the forest, the squirrels race after it, between the trees, over boulders, down the river and - ARGH! - right to the edge of a waterfall! Working together might be the only way to save themselves now ...

Tony Mowbray was relieved of his duties by Sunderland AFC very late last night (just a few hours ago aye) so our Gav and Martin convened an emergency recording session to give their initial thoughts on the news! What's the crack? "Argh ye killed me other pod, man" and other tales.Was it the right call to axe Tony? Was the writing on the wall after his post-match comments?Do you think we've got anyone lined up? A European maybe? A bald Austrian or something? What do we make of what Speakman & KLD had to say? Where do things go from here? Besides of course waiting for the new coach to be announced so we can record another podcast. Just... Aye. Good morning btw.#SAFC #EFL #EFLChampionship #TonyMowbray Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Pirates of the Caribbean Curse of the Black Pearl: Episode 272 - Argh, Normies! Your hosts have been on a cursed voyage for the last 20 years, damned to record episode after episode of this podcast. We beg you listeners, heed our tale! And make sure to tune in as we discuss the Disney mega hit movie that paved the way for Marvel and Star Wars - it's Pirates of the Caribbean: Curse of the Black Pearl on Normies Like Us You best be believin' in Pirate Podcasts, Normies... CAUSE YOU'RE LISTENIN' TO ONE! Insta: @NormiesLikeUs https://www.instagram.com/normieslikeus/ @jacob https://www.instagram.com/jacob/ @MikeHasInsta https://www.instagram.com/mikehasinsta/ https://letterboxd.com/BabblingBrooksy/ https://letterboxd.com/hobbes72/ https://letterboxd.com/mikejromans/

There's a voice reaching out in a piercing cry. It's definitely a case of "Argh! Vienna!" as Jon and Dave tackle the tantalising Edwige Fenech (if only) in Sergio Martino's The Strange Vice of Mrs. Wardh/Lo strano vizio della Signora Wardh (1971). CW: Sexualised violence, suicide, gaslighting, sexual assault. Copyright © 2023 David Thomas and Jon Dear Availability on disc and streaming: Blu-ray.com Our theme music:Silent Night (Dark Piano Version) by myuu Creative Commons — Attribution 3.0 Unported— CC BY 3.0Free Download/Stream Music promoted by Audio Library Giallo Reading ListLa Dolce Morte: Vernacular Cinema and the Italian Giallo Film by Mikel J. Koven So Deadly, So Perverse: 50 Years of Italian Giallo Films by Troy HowarthVolume 1: 1963-1973Volume 2: 1974-2013Volume 3: Giallo-Style Films From Around the World Mario Bava: All the Colours of the Dark By Tim Lucas Dario Argento: The Man, the Myths & the Magic by Alan Jones All the Colours of Sergio Martino by Kat Ellinger Beyond Terror: The Films of Lucio Fulci by Stephen Thrower Human Beasts: The Films of Paul Naschy by Troy Howarth Italian Horrors: Cannibals, Zombies, Strange Vices and Guilty Pleasures! edited by Allan Bryce Make Them Die Slowly: The Kinetic Cinema of Umberto Lenzi by Troy Howarth

This program is, uncharacteristically, about me. After two shows working with Honoluluʻs unsheltered community, I made some paintings now at Bās Bookshop in Honolulu through 11/26/2023. Wednesday 11/15, Erin Yuasa and I will be there at 5:30 to talk about work, and making. She'll demo the handsome lei she makes from repurposed t-shirts. Please do come by. I feel like making the whole night about how we in Hawai'i can contribute to a unified world.

·      Current energy: 11/11 portal and Scorpio New Moon weekend ·      Storytime: Disabled Mercedes SUV stuck in the middle of a 3-lane highway ·      My iPhone won't turn on and won't charge! Argh! ·      Disabling energy and power being stripped away themes ·      Death by a thousand cuts and slow, inevitable endings ·      Sometimes the power in the Disabling feature ·      Cheers to the 11/10 and 11/11 birthday babies! ·      11/11 numerology breakdown ·      11/10 numerology breakdown ·      The transformation is in the BEING. ·      Decide what you want to Create then initiate the domino effect ·      Reset from the autopilot and make yourself Priority again ·      Seeing what you can't unsee ·      Master yourself…Have you Mastered yourself yet? ·      The month of Gratitude ·      The blessing of being Assertive ·      Celebrate your little wins for the work you're putting in to put yourself first ·      Storytime update: The disabled Mercedes SUV receives gas from her homegirl in the Charger ·      The 11/11 upgrade in collective consciousness ·      CEASE FIRE NOW! Protest with your money! ·      Who could you call if you were stranded and needed help? ·      Could you count on them like you think you can? ·      Monopoly ends when no one can afford anything anymore ·      REVAMP THE U.S. EDUCATION SYSTEM! Teach the kids what they NEED to know! ·      Give yourself Karmic Justice! No longer giving power to the Victimhood! ·      Going through your ugly phase and shedding the dead ·      Why are you so dry? ·      Cheating and being cheated on ·      You can heal through happiness! Live your life! ·      Take your Power back and call it what it is! ·      Sometimes WE are the rabbit hole ·       “Beating down walls” energy ·      Speaking your Truth and speaking up on your needs ·      Master your Mind, Body & Spirit ·      Master how to give yourself pleasure! ·      PSA: Practice Safe Sex and get tested regularly! ·      Tap back into your Body to connect with your Spirit ·      If you put Them in your mouth, can you put yourself in their mouth? ·      You losing sleep over them, but are the losing sleep over you? ·      Don't work against yourself by digging your own grave ·      Don't deflect from a good thing! Be present and enjoy it! ·      Dress to elevate your best qualities ·      Stop looking down when you walk! Look where you going! ·      Evolve or repeat! Learn the lesson and move on! ·      Locked in the time of trauma…process your emotions so you don't get stuck ·      Is your vice taking you down a rabbit hole? ·      Do not play about your body! Health is Wealth. ·      Stop normalizing Death Glorification! It's not right! ·      Pull yourself out the rabbit hole! You can always start over! ·      Master is just BEING over and over until they officially become a Master ·      Mastery requires a healthy obsession over the Focus ·      Transformation can also quiet, sudden and unassuming ·      Go wash your ass and brush your teeth when you feel stuck & depressed ·      Remember, Prayer works too ·      Transformation can be quiet or loud. Quick or sudden. Just BE. ·      Decide to become the Master of your Life*** ·      There's only so much Healing that can be done. Now go have some FUN! ·      Honoring your Fears will never Serve you. ·      Fears bleed over into other areas of your Life to manifest in new ways ·      Final Cup of Che Che & Announcements ·      Add me on IG- @CheCheBabe @MyVirgoFriendPodcast @MyCoachCheChe o   Feature me as a guest on your podcast! Let's collaborate! o   If you want to submit your questions to me for advice or feedback, you're welcome to email me at askcherelle@myvirgofriend.com  or cheche@myvirgofriend.com 

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Well this episode slipped under our radar and had cheekily been sitting safely and unlistened to in our drafts! Argh, mark that down in our fail tally! Well, let us not wait any longer to share this magnificent voice with you all! Carla Papac will be a name you recognise if you are around the Surf Lifesaving scene of Ironman, where she won the Coolongatta Gold last year (2022)! We cover so much in this episode - from her childhood experiences in sport, journey with body image, and her experience living with (and recovering from) Relative Energy Deficiency in Sport (REDs). She drops some incredible pieces of advice and we adored having her join us on The Waffle!

This week, we cover two movies and two shows. #Fukrey3 was a damp squib. yes. Even Choocha can fall flat. Argh. What a disappointment. #hotstar's #tumsenahopayega sold old startup models in 2023. Crossing the chasm but a couple of decades late.#VishalBhardwaj's #charliechopra, an Agatha Christie adaptation, was an intriguing watch. We highly recommend this show on #sonyLIV. #netflix's #choona is proof that #JimmyShergill is a class actor. More of him, please. As for #choona - damn so convoluted.Have fun while we bingeLoveTeam DesisDesislive podcast delivers the latest movie and show reviews to your devices. Wherever in the world you are, tune in to desislive.

Is love even worth it anymore? Hell yeah, it is. But dating pretty much sucks. Even on its best day, dating is vulnerable, stressful, exhausting, confusing. Everything's changed! Who pays? Who asks who out? Am I sharing too much, too little?  ARGH! So here's some good news. The great news is that in the past 30, 40, even 50 years, there have been tons of scientists, psychologists, who have dedicated their life to understanding love & relationships and how they work. But the thing is is that most people don't know this information. But I do and I'm going to teach it to you. I'm going to teach you the mindsets, the skills, all the things that make or break relationships and dating, that we never learned.  I'm going to help you get there.  Welcome to Reinventing Dating. 

Yes!  You are in!  Bryan's back!  You feeling the heat of life and this broken planet?  You about ready to lose your mind up in here, up in here?  Here's a solution for you.  A prescription written by Dr. Lorrits...here you go!Wow!  Thank you Dr. Lorrits.  I'm very grateful for you and your words of wisdom.  BTW, if you would like to hear the rest of that message, check out, "Patience, Pearls and Crockpots", published on September 17, 2023 via the Bryan Lorrits Podcast.  Patience.  Argh.  I should have been more patient.  My biggest holes dug were from not being patient.  Avid listeners know.  If you are a newer listener, go back to the summer of 2020 and all my dirt is there.  Well, the financial dirt and holes dug.If you are human (tongue in cheek) you have dug your holes somewhere.  You are wrestling with something.  If you think you are perfect, this is not your podcast.  Rom 3:23 is a recurring theme.  Being real and confessing and repenting of our flaws and pursuing Truth for better days.  You may not be physically in prison.  Many of you are in some kind of figurative prison:  anxiety, depression, addiction, adultery, porn, anger, resentment, money (too much or not enough), too much?!  Not possible, You sure about that.  Jesus says himself that it is harder for a rich man to get in heaven, it's like a camel going through the eye of a needle.  Check Matt 19:24.  Blessed are the poor for the kingdom of heaven will be theirs..Check Matt 5:3.  Yes, too much money and/or comfort can be a blocking wall.  Think about it.  How truly happy are people in Hollywood?  How many marriages stay in tact?  How many die of alcohol or drug abuse trying to fill in those holes?  Ok, back to task...Some of you are so fed up, so sick and tired that you want to end it.  Don't Jump.  There is a purpose for your pain.  If you are not in pain, then you know someone that is.  Please share with and encourage them.  You are here for a reason.  You have a purpose.  Your pain has a purpose.  I'm not excusing what someone terrible did to you.  I am saying don't let that terrible define you.  God works ALL things for good for those that seek him.  Check Rom 8:28.Never underestimate your words of encouragement.  An article caught my eyes not too long ago from NPR.  Yes NPR.  Whether you like them or not, the article is great.  It is called Don't Jump and you can find that link in this podcast description or on our blog at FriDudes.com, entitled Heat.https://www.npr.org/2023/09/14/1198800011/a-comment-shouted-from-a-stranger-in-a-passing-car-saved-her-lifeAs a capper on this one, I'm going to read from James 5: 7-11, here you go...James 5: 7-11. 7 Be patient, then, brothers and sisters, until the Lord's coming. See how the farmer waits for the land to yield its valuable crop, patiently waiting for the autumn and spring rains. 8 You too, be patient and stand firm, because the Lord's coming is near. 9 Don't grumble against one another, brothers and sisters, or you will be judged. The Judge is standing at the door!10 Brothers and sisters, as an example of patience in the face of suffering, take the prophets who spoke in the name of the Lord. 11 As you know, we count as blessed those who have persevered. You have heard of Job's perseverance and have seen what the Lord finally brought about. The Lord is full of compassion and mercy.

Sorry to be a downer but I owe it to you to be real. This past week has been terrible for me diabetes-wise. All of my settings seem to be wrong and I am forced to eat around the clock. As a result, I have gained 6 pounds in 1 week (ARGH!!!!). I have no idea how this will turn around but I wanted to give you a window into the struggle that I am facing currently. Maybe you are going through the same thing. I think it helps for all of us to know that we are not alone.

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Oh boy, it sure is swell to be out here in this field with our best gals and no worries. Say, what's that scary-looking carpet doing here? ARGH, ARGH, ARGH, ARGH, ARGH, ARGH, ARGH, ARGH, ARGH, ARGH, my god, what is it? ARGH, ARGH, ARGH, ARGH, etc.  Featuring: ARGH, ARGH, ARGH, overt narration, Vic Bastard, and ARGH.  More Pauls! https://facebook.com/ogtpod https://twitter.com/ogtpod We have a Patreon! https://www.patreon.com/ogtpod – sign up for exclusive content for as little as $1 a month. Listen to Salt's show Jen and the Film Critic with OGT guest and deep friend Jen Blundell here! Like d&d? Want more Pauls? Into nerd shit AND jokes about bums? Why not check out our d&d actual play podcast, Quest Fantastic?  https://shows.acast.com/quest-fantastic link.chtbl.com/questfantastic RSS: https://feeds.acast.com/public/shows/61d8e6b335501c0012b6c367 Goodman's EP 'Future Music' is out now! Find out where you can stream and purchase here: Future Music by Run//Phase (songwhip.com)

For 5 years, we've been waiting to get into Erie. It's finally happened. 5:10  WHO'S ON FIRST:Erie Seawolves' front office gurus Greg Gania and Christy Buchar join us as we take in our first Erie SeaWolves experience!Follow the SeaWolves here:https://twitter.com/erie_seawolves32:35  RAIDERS OF THE LOST DIAMOND: Erie baseball wasn't just about Wolves.  it was also about Fisherman and Sailors.36:11 CLOSING IT OUT:  We got around the ballpark, meet some great people, chief among them:  Liz.