Podcasts about Astara

En este episodio de AutoFM, nos adentramos en el mundo de Foton, una marca que llega con fuerza al mercado español. Para conocer todos los detalles, contamos con una entrevista exclusiva con Javier de la Calzada, Director de Comunicación, y Borja Ugarte, Director de Operaciones de Foton en España. Nos hablarán de la estrategia de la marca, su gama de vehículos y su apuesta por nuestro mercado. Foton es una marca fundada en 1996 en Pekín y pertenece al grupo BAIC, el quinto mayor fabricante de automóviles de China. Con 22 plantas globales, es líder en ventas de vehículos industriales en su país, un mercado que matricula 20 millones de unidades al año. Desde su nacimiento, ha vendido más de 11 millones de vehículos en todo el mundo. Su crecimiento ha sido meteórico: en 1999 ya era líder en camiones ligeros en China, en 2004 comenzó a exportar, en 2007 firmó un acuerdo con Cummins, en 2012 con Daimler, y en 2017 con ZF para la fabricación de cajas de cambio. Actualmente, cuenta con 2.100 concesionarios en China y presencia en más de 130 países, con 1.000 distribuidores y 1.200 puntos de servicio. Es líder de ventas en países como Colombia y Chile. En España, Foton desembarca de la mano de Astara, que ha establecido acuerdos estratégicos con Santander Consumer Bank y Astara Last Mile para la distribución de recambios. Arrancan con 11 concesionarios, con el objetivo de alcanzar 22 antes de final de año. En cuanto a su gama de productos, encontramos opciones para distintos usos: Foton Tunland G7 – Una pick-up turbodiésel con tracción 4x4 y etiqueta C. Equipa un motor 2.0 de 162 CV, con cambio manual de 6 marchas o automático ZF de 8. Tiene reductora, suspensión trasera de ballesta y capacidad de carga de 975 kg. Su altura libre al suelo es de 210 mm y puede vadear hasta 60 cm. Bien equipada con llantas de 18'', protector de cárter, pantalla con cámara 360º y diversos ADAS. Precio: 25.958 - 27.529 €. Foton Tunland V9 – Una pick-up más orientada al ocio, con microhibridación y etiqueta ECO. Mantiene el motor de 162 CV, pero con una longitud mayor (5,62 metros) y caja automática ZF de 8 marchas de serie. Cuenta con suspensión trasera de muelle, capacidad de carga de 895 kg, una altura libre al suelo de 240 mm y vadeo de 70 cm. Viene con un interior premium, con dos pantallas (una de 14,6''), asientos de cuero Napa y una dotación completa de ayudas a la conducción. Precio: 42.322 €. Foton eToano – Un furgón 100% eléctrico con etiqueta CERO. Disponible en dos longitudes (5,5 o 6 metros) y dos capacidades (7,5 o 10,6 m³), equipa baterías CATL de 77 o 100 kWh y un motor eléctrico de 177 CV, con hasta 450 km de autonomía en ciudad. Viene con llantas de 16'', faros full LED, pantalla de infoentretenimiento de 12,3'', y múltiples ADAS. Precio: 41.728 €. Foton apuesta por componentes de calidad con proveedores de primer nivel como Eaton para el diferencial trasero, Bosch para el sistema common-rail, ZF y BorgWarner para la tracción y la EGR. Y esto no es todo: después del verano, llegará la Foton View Grand (diésel) y Foton eView Grand (eléctrica), una furgoneta de 5,4 metros, con motor diésel de 162 CV y cambio ZF de 8 marchas, y una variante eléctrica de 184 CV con batería de 77 kWh. Además, en este episodio también ponemos a prueba la KGM Musso, una pick-up que promete ser una opción interesante en su segmento. Analizamos su comportamiento, capacidades y todo lo que necesitas saber si estás pensando en este tipo de vehículo. Todos los podcast: https://www.podcastmotor.es Twitter: @AutoFmRadio Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/autofmradio/ YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@AutoFM Contacto: info@autofm.es

El turismo en Europa cerró 2024 con un desempeño sólido, impulsado por una mayor demanda en la temporada intermedia y el invierno. Según la European Travel Commission, las llegadas internacionales aumentaron un 6,3% respecto a 2019 y el gasto turístico creció un 7,8% interanual. Sin embargo, los viajeros buscan cada vez más destinos con mejor relación calidad-precio y estancias más cortas, mientras que los viajes de larga distancia aún no recuperan los niveles prepandemia. El fondo de pensiones de Canadá, Canada Pension Plan Investment Board (CPPIB), ha declarado una participación del 27,86% en HBX Group tras su debut en Bolsa, lo que representa unos 65,8 millones de acciones valoradas en algo más de 785 millones de euros a precio de mercado actual, según consta en los registros de la Comisión Nacional del Mercado de Valores. Valencia acoge el IV Congreso Internacional de Turismo Accesible en el Palacio de Congresos, con la participación de más de 400 personas. Organizado por IMPULSA IGUALDAD - TUR4all, el evento se centra en la accesibilidad turística y presenta experiencias de éxito nacionales e internacionales. SAP Concur, la división de negocio de SAP, ha incorporado la oferta ferroviaria de Iryo a su plataforma Concur Travel, que estará disponible para los clientes en el segundo semestre de 2025, sumándose así a los servicios de Renfe ya existentes. Astara, empresa líder en soluciones de movilidad, ha llegado a un acuerdo estratégico con Iberia y Vueling para convertirse en colaboradores de movilidad donde los clientes que utilicen vehículos procedentes del distribuidor de vehículos podrán tener beneficios y recompensas en los programas de fidelización de las aerolíneas. Air Europa arrancará en junio sus dos nuevas rutas directas que conectarán Madrid con Quito y Guayaquil (Ecuador) después de siete años operando en ambos destinos con vuelos triangulados, es decir, parando en un aeropuerto intermedio.

As we carry onward to neutralize the unique concept of mental beauty, episode 110 of the Dare To Share Your Untold Story Podcast, Mental Beauty Segments, focuses on self-love, learning it fully and embodying it completely. In relation to this episode topic the prior episode 83 has been selected for further exploration and deeper dive. In episode 83, titled “Her story unravelled as she commenced the de-layering process of unworthiness stemming from childhood”, with guest, Tara Myshrall. Her journey is a powerful example of persistence, de-layering and self-discovery. Her story, grapples with the depths of unworthiness, leaving her to fee; misunderstood and unseen in an earlier time, shows that by unleashing yourself at your core and letting go of external validation allows change to take place. Tara's open sharing serves as a permission slip for all of us to expose our deep narratives and openly connect to the revelations, with courage and hope. As Tara beautifully puts it, “unleashing the wise feminine warrior within “. What's particularly striking about Tara's perspective is how the term 'mental beauty' opens up new avenues for expression. She believes it encourages people to share their stories more willingly - stories that need to be told and heard. This approach honours not just the outcome of our experiences, but the entire process, including the beauty found in our struggles. Tara's enthusiasm for the mental beauty concept is palpable. Her message connects the dots between our challenges and the unique beauty they create within us. It's a perspective that celebrates our whole selves, not just the parts that society deems 'successful' or 'normal'. Listen to this episode as we take a deeper dive into this topic.   3 Practical ‘Mental Beauty Tips' inspired by Episode 110: 1. Engage in Creative Play: Set aside time each week to engage in activities that your inner child would enjoy—whether it's drawing, painting, dancing, or playing a musical instrument. 2. Practice Inner Child Meditation: Incorporate guided inner child meditations into your routine. 3. Write Letters to Your Inner Child: Writing letters to your inner child can be a powerful way to improve self-worth. Episode 110 Takeaway: A self-care mantra to address unworthiness: Þ   "I am worthy of love, respect, and kindness. My value is inherent and does not depend on anyone else's approval. I honour and embrace my true self, knowing that I deserve to be treated with compassion and care." Þ   Repeat this mantra daily, especially during moments of doubt, to reinforce your sense of self-worth and to remind yourself of your intrinsic value. Of course, remember, if you want to share something amazing that you would like to have a shout out for on your behalf, just send an e-mail to mentalbeautycommunity@gmail.com. Spread Mental Beauty, Stop the Stigma!  

Send us some LOVE!Today, we're joined by Tara Wild, who shares an extraordinary story that unfolds during the pandemic. As Tara and her husband, Darcy, navigate the challenges brought by COVID-19, they discover the value of family time amidst the chaos. The narrative takes a heart-wrenching turn with Darcy's mysterious disappearance, prompting a community-driven search effort that highlights the resilience and power of collective support in Vancouver.Tara's story is not only one of personal tragedy but also of courage and transformation. By choosing love over fear and turning to stories of creativity and adversity, she provides a fresh perspective on grief that resonates deeply. Her book "Snapshots of my Broken Heart" serves as a beacon of hope and connection for those facing loss. Contact:www.asiliveandgrieve.cominfo@asiliveandgrieve.comFacebook:  As I Live and GrieveInstagram:  @asiliveandgrieveYouTube:  asiliveandgrieveTikTok: @asiliveandgrieveTo Reach Tara:Website:  https://tarawild.ca Credits: Music by Kevin MacLeod Support the showCopyright 2020, by As I Live and GrieveThe views expressed by guests are their own and their appearance on the program does not imply an endorsement of them or any entity they represent.

Cada vez nuestro programa es más ecléctico en cuanto a Tecnología. Hoy, ademas de contar las noticias de la semana más relevantes y hacer un repaso de hitos tecnológicos en las Tecnoefemérides, hacemos un repaso de los Protocolos de Autenticación de Usuarios y desmenúzanos algunas verdades sobre los Hornos Microondas que se acomodan en nuestras cocinas. Nuestro invitado es Javier Tobal, CISO de ASTARA, importante empresa del mundo de la Movilidad. Con: Eva Prieto y Carlos Valerdi. Dirige: Carlos Lillo Gracias a: ALLOT, CYBERTIX, ESTRATEC360, INGECOM, BITDEFENDER Y NETTARO. Producción: ClickRadioTV

Cada vez nuestro programa es más ecléctico en cuanto a Tecnología. Hoy, ademas de contar las noticias de la semana más relevantes y hacer un repaso de hitos tecnológicos en las Tecnoefemérides, hacemos un repaso de los Protocolos de Autenticación de Usuarios y desmenúzanos algunas verdades sobre los Hornos Microondas que se acomodan en nuestras cocinas. Nuestro invitado es Javier Tobal, CISO de ASTARA, importante empresa del mundo de la Movilidad. Con: Eva Prieto y Carlos Valerdi. Dirige: Carlos Lillo. Gracias a: ALLOT, CYBERTIX, ESTRATEC360, INGECOM, BITDEFENDER Y NETTARO. Producción: ClickRadioTV

As Tara concludes our series in Prayer, we look to the hope of God who is with us both as we pray for endurance, and also gives us the perseverance to continue praying. 

Welkom allemaal bij een nieuwe podcast met de missie om de online automotive beter te maken. Vandaag doen we dat met Lou Jedeloo van Astara Netherlands en Isuzu Western Europe. Lou, leuk dat je er bent. Wil je aan onze luisteraars vertellen wie je bent en wat je doet? Van petrolhead naar EV-head “Ik ben Lou Jedeloo en ik ben directeur en boardmember van Isuzu Western Europe voor Astara. Astara is een Spaans bedrijf met zijn oorsprong in 1870 en sinds de jaren 70 importeur van verschillende automerken. Ik mag Isuzu in acht Europese landen vertegenwoordigen. Daarnaast voeren we merken zoals KGM (voorheen SsangYong), Hyundai, Suzuki, MG, Maxus, Aiways, en Serus. Als je me een paar jaar geleden had gevraagd wat ik was, zou ik gezegd hebben een petrolhead, nu is dat meer een EV-head. Ik heb echt van mijn hobby mijn werk weten te maken. Ik liep vroeger al elke twee jaar met mijn familie op de AutoRai, en ik kende het Autovisie Jaarboek uit mijn hoofd.”   Dealers of geen dealers “Sinds 2016, na een paar jaar bij Inalfa schuifdaken te hebben gewerkt, kwam ik terug bij de auto's. SAIC begon toen al met de elektrificatie van verschillende merken, waaronder MG. Dat iedereen MG nog als een Engels merk beschouwde, heeft erg geholpen bij de acceptatie. De aantallen waren er toen nog niet, maar die begonnen te komen toen er in 2019 ook dealers werden aangesteld. Sommige merken proberen het ook nu nog zonder dealers, bij veel Chinese merken werkt dat tegen ze, ook omdat onderdelen vaak niet voorradig zijn. Dan staan auto's soms zomaar zes maanden stil. Bij Astara kiezen we er bewust voor om voor alle merken dealers te hebben. Zoals met het recente merk Seres dat is toegevoegd aan ons gamma. We hebben nu drie dealers, maar willen naar tien groeien.”   Betere garantievoorwaarden “Wat de Aziatische merken voor hebben op de Europese fabrikanten, zijn vaak de garantievoorwaarden. Zo heeft bijvoorbeeld KGM zeven jaar garantie en tien jaar of één miljoen kilometer op de accu. Er is erg veel geloof in de producten en dat willen ze laten zien met hun garanties. Nu heeft KGM (wat we gekscherend wel eens Korean Great Mobility noemen) slechts één model op de markt, de Torus. Dit is een SUV die vergelijkbaar is met de Kia Sportage, maar hij is goedkoper en heeft betere garantievoorwaarden dan zijn concurrenten.” Lou, dankjewel voor je komst naar de studio in Ede. Luisteraars ook bedankt. Over twee weken is er weer een nieuwe podcast met een nieuwe gast.    Deze Podcast wordt mede mogelijk gemaakt door: Marktplaats, 2dehands.be, UCC, Calldrip, CARMEN Automotive BDC, Findio en Vinacles Marktplaats is met ruim 7.3 miljoen unieke bezoekers per maand al jaren een van de populairste sites van Nederland. Per dag worden rond 350.000 nieuwe advertenties op de site geplaatst. Particuliere en zakelijke aanbieders zorgen voor een groot en gevarieerd tweedehands en nieuw aanbod. Marktplaats is de plaats met de hoogste kans om een betrouwbare tweedehandse auto succesvol te (ver)kopen tegen een goede prijs. Waarom kiezen voor Calldrip? Calldrip is een succesvol leadopvolgings systeem dat zijn oorsprong heeft in de Verenigde Staten en dankzij #DCDW nu ook in Nederland en België beschikbaar is. Het systeem is vooral geschikt voor importeurs en grote dealerholdings die ervoor kiezen de leadopvolging bij de verkopers te leggen. Calldrip is de ideale tool om verkopers te ondersteunen bij leadopvolging en tot maximale conversie te komen. Waarom kiezen voor UCC? UCC: Steeds meer collega's gebruiken Used Car Controller. Taxeren, calculeren, publiceren of auto's verhandelen met je persoonlijke handelsplatform? Met 1 abonnement geeft Used Car Controller je controle over alle kritische gebruikte auto processen. Zo maakt Used Car Controller je tot de beste in je vak! Waarom kiezen voor Vinacles? Vinacles biedt verschillende diensten met als doel uw automotive gerelateerde werkprocessen zo eenvoudig en overzichtelijk mogelijk te maken. Door middel van de verschillende applicaties en diensten faciliteert Vinacles in de complete optimalisatie van uw bedrijfsproces op één platform. Denk hierbij aan Garage en Fleet-managementsystemen, RDW-diensten, Occasion remarketing, Voertuigdata en Import- en export.

En este episodio de AutoFM, exploramos el nacimiento de la nueva marca KGM, impulsada por Astara en España. Astara, presente en 19 países con una red de 3,200 concesionarios, representa a 41 marcas y comercializa anualmente 200,000 vehículos. Recientemente, el fabricante coreano Ssangyong ha sido adquirido por el grupo KG, lo que ha generado un cambio significativo: Ssangyong pasará a llamarse KGM. Entrevistamos a su Director General Carlos Olaso. Cambio Radical de Nombre El cambio de nombre es radical y sin transición, con el nuevo nombre KGM reemplazando completamente a Ssangyong. KGM, siglas de KG Mobility, será la nueva identidad, utilizando el eslogan "Korean Genuine Made". El grupo KG, con una facturación anual de 13,800 millones de euros, abarca sectores como el acero, energías renovables, plataformas de pago, hostelería, química, logística, educación, finanzas y consultoría. La división de movilidad KGM, que en 2022 reportó pérdidas de 52 millones de euros, logró un beneficio de 10 millones en 2023. Historia de Ssangyong Ssangyong, el fabricante de automóviles más antiguo de Corea, comenzó en 1954 fabricando motores, autobuses y camiones. En los años 70 adquirió Kehowa, empresa con licencia de los Jeep Willys, y se especializó en SUVs con el lanzamiento del Korando en 1983. Desde 1986, se conoce como Ssangyong y en 1991 se alió con Mercedes-Benz para crear el Musso. En 2004 fue adquirida por el grupo chino SAIC, luego por el grupo indio Mahindra en 2011, y finalmente en 2023 pasó a manos de KGM. Crecimiento y Expansión Ssangyong vendió 120,000 coches en 2023, con 22,957 ventas en Europa (14% en España con 3,216 unidades). En el primer semestre de 2024, ya han superado las ventas de todo 2023 con 3,400 unidades, lo que representa un aumento del 186%. KGM está presente en 39 países en Europa y en 126 en todo el mundo, con una red de 1,500 concesionarios. En España, cuentan con 56 concesionarios, 71 puntos de venta y 84 talleres, y almacenes de piezas en Holanda y España para garantizar el suministro. Futuro y Planes En julio de 2024, todos los logos de la red comercial serán actualizados a la nueva imagen de KGM, aunque de momento se mantiene el logo de las alas de Ssangyong. En términos de ventas en España, los modelos más populares son el Korando (16k), Kyron (11k), Musso (5k), Rodius (17k), Rexton (19k), Tivoli (14k) y Torres (310), sumando un total de 90,000 coches en los últimos 30 años. Proyecciones y Competencia KGM seguirá dirigiéndose tanto al cliente particular como a empresas, participando en concursos para flotas de la Policía Nacional, bomberos, forestales y taxis. También tiene un historial en competencias como el Dakar, con el Musso en 1995 y con modelos como Tivoli y Korando. Nuevos Modelos y Alianzas En 2025, KGM lanzará un Torres eléctrico, un Coupé y un pick-up, y en 2026, dos nuevos SUVs (KR10 y F100) con un fuerte enfoque en la imagen todoterreno. Además, se ha firmado un acuerdo con BYD para establecer una fábrica de baterías en Corea, eliminando aranceles en Europa gracias a la fabricación local. ¡Sintoniza este episodio para descubrir todos los detalles sobre el emocionante futuro de KGM y su impacto en el mercado automotriz en España y más allá! Carlos Olaso:https://www.linkedin.com/in/carlos-olaso-68b159a0/ Web KGM: https://kgm.com.es Fernando Rivas: https://www.linkedin.com/in/fernando-rivas-4965681a8/ Jose Lagunar: https://www.linkedin.com/in/joselagunar/ Puedes seguirnos en nuestra web: https://www.podcastmotor.es Twiter: @AutoFmRadio Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/autofmradio/ Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC57czZy-ctfV02t_PeNXCAQ Contacto: info@autofm.es

As Tara continues our series in the Beatitudes, we look at the perspective of Jesus when it comes to grieving and mourning. Jesus in the gospels reminds us that we are not alone in our grief, he invites us to rest upon him, and his comfort that is promised outlasts our darkness today.

As Tara wraps up our sermon series in the book of Micah, we are reminded of how the prophet implores God's people to love God and love others. When we fail to love God, that leads us to enacting injustice toward our brothers and sisters, and God calls us back to himself, while through our worship to God, we can be reminded of who he is in the middle of our hardship.

Our guest this week is Astara Leon, a co-founder of Aurora School of Natural Healing and their new modality birthed called Manasomatics. Based on 18 years of embodied research when Astara'a life was turned upside down and she came out the other side of one of the ‘dark nights of the soul'. Sitting via zoom with Astara did not make us immune to her divine energy - there was both a delicious delicious sparkle and mindfullness energy in the space and a sense of what magic would happen in the physical presence of this authentic practitioner, counsellor and manasomatic energy worker! At age 7 and dancing at a family wedding, Astara experienced a 360' opening in her head area - which she now knows as her crown chakra. A knowingness in the unknown was born! From here a 7yr cycle of events - 14yrs, 21yrs, began a fanning the flames of Who I AM and process of exploring her humanness in acknowledging how multidimensional we are...the hot seat front and centre of these times! We feel you will resonate so deeply with the awakenings Astara shares. A combination of swimming in the mud bath of life as the F**K you human danced with the thank you Being-ness. In humbly sitting with the formula (listen to learn what this is), immersed for 10months alone in a state forest with her husband at a critical time of change for the planet, led to to an embracing of the discomfort, to giving her Self full permission to be fully in her heart, creating a ripple effect in the ancestral healing journey of this beautiful SOul ! Ooooeeee... So much beauty in the Fierceness!!! As Manasomatics is Astara & her husband Jay - we went rogue and brought Jay in to the chat and would have loved baby Phoenix to join us too but under Daddy's calm energy she fell asleep at the special feature moment...next time Phoenix!Manasomatics modality is a mix of quantum healing, kinesiology, biofeedback tools and meditation to support in finding the root cause of our inner pain and guide us to returning back to a sense of wholeness and into our full magnificence. Astara & Jay are most happy to support our Girl Awakening listeners with generous discount offers on the 3 part mini course and Manasomatics practitoner immersion. Access for Girl Awakening listeners to the free 3 part mini course on Emotional Awareness Techniques is found here:  ⁠https://www.auroraschool.com.au/minicourse⁠  Any Girl Awakening listener who wishes to participate in an upcoming Manasomatics practitioner immersion, will receive $100 off when entering enter the coupon code of GIRLAWAKENING100 More about Astara can be found here: www.auroraschool.com.au/manasomatics Also 40 guided meditation recordings that Astara has facilitated can be listened to here:  https://heartcentredbeings.com/meditations/ Manasomatics practitoner immersion: https://www.auroraschool.com.au/manasomatics enter the coupon code of GIRLAWAKENING100 to receive $100 discount. YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@AuroraSchoolNaturalHealing?app=desktop

On this episode, Marc talks with Tara Lopez, author of “Chuco Punk: Sonic Insurgency in El Paso,” published today, June 4th, 2024. It's a fascinating history of how punk rock developed and grew in the Texas city of El Paso, and the way this opened punk up to marginalized groups. It's a story about community and self-reliance that adds a new chapter to the history of punk rock.As Tara writes, “While punk is known for its daring subversion, so too is El Paso. Indeed, in the nineteenth century, El Paso's reputation as a criminal outpost of sin was so widespread that its nickname soon became “Chuco,” a derivative of the Spanish word for “crooked” or “illegal.” El Paso was the natural staging site for a punk revolution."We hope you enjoy Marc's conversation with Tara Lopez!

In this WCNFluencer episode, Christopher MacLellan visits with Astara Teal Summers about her music and the power of music in healing and personal growth. Astara and Chris discuss the importance of self-awareness and self-love in creating a life by conscious design. Astara introduces her two courses, the Conscious Mastery Life Course and the Conscious Mastery Facilitator Certification Course, which provide tools and guidance for personal growth and helping others. Both Astara and Chris emphasize the importance of journaling, positive thoughts, and slowing down to connect with oneself. Astara shares her vision of a world where people love themselves and each other, creating inner peace and positive change. Takeaways Music can be a powerful tool for healing and personal growth.Self-awareness and self-love are essential in creating a life by conscious design.Journaling and positive thoughts can help in the process of self-discovery and personal growth.Astara offers two courses, the Conscious Mastery Life Course and the Conscious Mastery Facilitator Certification Course, to guide individuals in their personal growth journey and help them become facilitators of healing and transformation. Learn More at: Conscious Mastery Titles Creating a Life by Conscious DesignTools for Personal Growth and Helping Others Sound Bites "Music is healing, it's what connects people, I think, on a level that transcends the conversation.""Inner peace emanates into your home, and to your family, wherever you go. And then it reverberates out into the world.""The Conscious Mastery Life Course: Digging into the Journey of Self-Discovery and Personal Growth" Chapters 00:00 Introduction and Welcoming Astara 08:10 Creating a Life by Conscious Design 24:08 The Conscious Mastery Facilitator Certification Course: Tools and Guidance for Helping Others 30:41 Journaling and Positive Thoughts for Self-Discovery

A Humiliated woman continues her narrative. By LiminallySpaced. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. But before I could think too much about Stephanie's implied jealously toward Tara, Stephanie moved things along. "So Tim; what was this 'wild' thing you saw?" "Well," I began, conjuring up the images I had witnessed, "I was doing some prep for the grad ceremony after school, and I forgot my bag in Ms. Dorman's room. I went back to get it on my way out and,” the pause wasn't so much for dramatic effect as much as it was me still not totally believing what I saw. “ I saw Ms. Dorman bent over her desk. Getting fucked from behind."Stephanie's folding stopped. "What?" she said, excitedly, finally looking up at me. "Yeah, no shit," I chuckled, "she had her skirt up around her waist and she was getting fucking RAILED. And not by her fiance!" "Oh my God, who was it?" Stephanie blurted, raising an excited hand to her cheek, dropping her cold exterior to revel in the hot gossip. I looked her dead in the eyes. I knew the answer to this would elicit a response from her, and I wanted to see it. "Mr. Ridley," I said. Stephanie looked away from me. "Oh really?" she said flatly. She grabbed the shirt she had been folding and got up off the bed, heading towards her closet. "Good for him," she said, her back to me. "Yeah, Ms. Dorman actually caught me watching, we talked about it afterward," I continued, my eyes watching her back for any sign of expression, "she and her fiance are in a sexless rut, and Ridley kept hounding her, so she decided to give in. They do it every couple weeks or so, but she doesn't seem to find it very satisfying, I definitely don't think he's making her cum." "Hmph, not surprising," she reflexively chortled. That was it, that was something I was looking for. There definitely was something to her story of lost virginity, but I wasn't sure what. I needed to find out. "Stephanie, that story you told me the other night, about how you lost your virginity, was it true?" "Why does it matter?" She said, idling at the closet, her back still to me, "I was a virgin, I got fucked, and then I wasn't. Who cares how it happened?" "I care," I said, attempting to break through her defenses, "I care about, you." It wasn't a lie. Her fidgeting stopped and she turned towards me, a reticent look on her face. I was starting to put the picture together. "It was Ridley, wasn't it?" I said, a gross taste at the back of my mouth as I said it. "Just maybe not exactly like you described?" Stephanie paused a moment, a far away look on her face, then moved over to the bed. She climbed in and wedged herself between the pillows at her headboard, knees tucked up almost under her chin. She took a deep breath. "I had such a crush on him," she began. My stomach went cold. Ugh. Ridley. "I thought I was such hot shit - I had jerked a few guys off, but that was it, really. Didn't matter though, I thought I was the queen of sex and seduction. You start to see what you can do to a man, to his cock, and you start to feel powerful." She wasn't lying. I knew from first hand experience how powerful a woman can be with your cock in her hand. "He was the hot young teacher, all the girls talked dirty about him. He flirted with everyone, So when he became the assistant coach, I decided I was going to do what the other girls wouldn't dare; I was going to fuck him." I moved over to where she was, and sat on the edge of the bed. "On a tournament trip?" I asked, breathlessly. "No," she continued, "I had made it a point to start flirting back, and one day after practice It was just him and me putting the equipment away. It was quiet, we were alone, so I went up to him and grabbed his cock." My pants started to tighten. Decency be damned, her taboo story was making me hard. "He groaned and smiled," she went on, "and I reached in and pulled it out. I hadn't seen that many dicks at that point, and his was the first that was curved, which was interesting." I chuckled. This little detail confirmed her story was true. "I was rubbing his cock, jerking him off, and I kept wanting to go in to kiss him, but he just wouldn't shut the fuck up, so I'm standing there, jacking his cock, and he's going 'yeah, that's it, yeah, jerk it' like some fucking porno!" "Oh wow, that's classy," I said sarcastically. This supposed lothario of a teacher seemed to be a real jackass. "So I'm jerking him off, and he starts going 'yeah, you want it? You want that cock, baby?' and I mean, despite it being less than the sexiest thing I've ever experienced, it was what I came for, and as you know I always keep my word,” visions of Stephanie by my side at the prom flashed in my head as I nodded. "And so I just said 'yeah, baby, i want that cock!'" She shook her head in embarrassment. "My God, I can't believe I actually said that,'' she chuckled. "Well, in any event, that seemed to be all the invitation he needed," she sighed, "because as soon as I said that, he grabbed me, spun me around and started squeezing my tits." That cold twinge of jealousy grew into my stomach, but it was more than just jealousy. The thought of Ridley grabbing her tits, poking into her back with his hard, bent cock made me a little angry. He was a total tool, and he was getting to have this experience with Stephanie, a girl who definitely deserved better. "It was a pretty exhilarating experience. My cunt is wet, is what I'm saying, so when he started pawing at my shorts, I didn't stop him, and I reached down and helped him out." My cock throbbed at the imagery, I wished it was me sliding her pants off. "So he yanks my shorts and panties down," she said with a bit of a pause. Her eyes got kind of far away for a moment as she conjured up the memory. "And he bends me over. I'm grasping for anything to stabilize myself, and he's just saying 'you want this cock, don't you? You want me to give it to you?' and I wasn't lying when I said 'yes, give me that cock!' like a goddamn pornstar." Her legs shifted together a bit at this moment. I couldn't tell if it was from arousal or embarrassment. "So I'm expecting, I don't know what I was expecting, I guess a bit more tenderness? A bit of foreplay? Some consideration at all of my own needs at the very least, but instead, as I'm there bent over the equipment rack, I hear him spit into his hand. Then I feel the head of his cock line itself up between my cunt lips, and he just starts to push into me. There wasn't any pain, like I said, I sure was wet, but it was just a very sudden, surprising experience. I gasped, and he kept pushing, and my body keeps taking him in, and then I feel his hips against my thighs; I've got his whole cock inside me. I wanted to take a minute to get used to it all, but he immediately starts pulling out, and then he thrusts back in. I feel him grab my hips with both hands, and then he just starts pumping. He's fucking me. It feels good, but it's all so overwhelming, I can't really focus on anything. I'm gasping for a controlled breath, and he's just pounding away at me, grunting, saying "yeah, take it, take that cock, you volleyball girls are built for fucking!'" She laughed a bit at the ridiculousness of what was being said. I cringed. "So he's fucking me, pretty uncontrolled and erratically, and just as I'm starting to get used to the sensation, he pulls out of me, grunts loudly, and starts cumming on the back of my leg." "Again," I said, "real classy." She laughed in agreement. "Yeah, I mean it was all over so fast, and now there I was, leaning against an equipment rack, dripping with spunk, trying to figure out what the hell I just experienced" she laughed again. "Then to put the cherry on it, he slaps my ass, and says 'thanks babe,' in a gross 'bro voice,' can you believe it?" "I can, actually," I said. What a twat this guy was. "And so that was it," she concluded, "it was just the one time, and we never even really talked to each other for the rest of the season." "What'd the other girls say when you told them?" "I didn't. I just, I don't know, like I'm not mad about it or anything, but it just wasn't, it just wasn't worth talking about." We sat in silence for a moment. I looked at Stephanie. She deserved so much better. He could have felt those long, shimmering legs wrapped around him, felt her wet cunt grip his cock and pulsate as she orgasmed. He could have heard her squeal in delight as he took her nipple into his mouth. This gorgeous creature in front of me deserved to be worshiped and experienced, not treated like a kleenex. He didn't even kiss her. Silently, I shifted up next to her on the bed. She looked me in the eye. Her long legs stretched out in front of her. She had let her guard down. I reached my hand up and gently touched her face. She didn't flinch. I ran my thumb gently over her lips. Those full, luscious lips of her, he didn't even kiss them. So I did. It was electric. I heard her exhale quietly as our lips touched, and she let out a low moan as my tongue slipped into her mouth. I felt her hand touch my leg. It squeezed. Our lips glided over each other, and we began to pull each other close, when all of a sudden she broke our embrace and pushed away. No words were said, but the look on her face was one of trepidation. At this point, despite all the times she'd blown me, jerked me off, or all the times I'd eaten her out or sucked her nipples, we had never kissed. We had crossed a line into a new level of intimacy, and she wasn't sure how to handle it. What it meant. What I meant. I looked down and saw her hand gripping my thigh, oh so close to my hard cock. I reached down, took her hand off my leg, and put it back beside her. I would love to have felt her hand on my cock again, on my swollen balls, but this wasn't about me. It was about her. About experiencing her. About showing her that I was real. Putting her hand down by her side, I reached back up, cupped her cheek, and smiled at her. She closed her eyes. She was nervous. I leaned in and felt the heat of her breath on my face as we kissed once more. Her nervousness broke, her body relaxed, and I felt her tongue enter my mouth as I pulled her close. Our tongues sparred with each other slowly, passionately. She wrapped her arms around my head, and my hands ran up and down her body. We languished in each others' mouths with deliberate kisses. My lips and tongue loved on hers, sliding away for hot excursions to her neck and jawline that elicited shallow gasps from Stephanie before my lips joined hers once again. My hard cock pressed into her hip, and her legs began to slide back and forth against each other in arousal. Without ever leaving the safety of her lips, my free hand slid down her body, past the swell of her perfect breasts and hard nipples, down over her flat stomach, and under the elastic of her pajama pants. There were no panties to be found. My fingers quickly became slick as they slipped between the swollen lips of her cunt. Stephanie moaned into my mouth and her hand came up and gripped my face as we kissed. I dipped a finger inside her, feeling the tight heat of her body, then drew her wetness up in search of her clit. A gasp and a soft bite of my lower lip told me I had struck gold. My fingers massaged her hard clit in slow, smooth circles, around and around, dipping back into her wet core periodically to refresh their lubrication. Ragged breaths released into my mouth as our lips continued their passionate dance, and she pulled me tighter as the tension mounting in her core grew higher and higher. Around and around went my fingers. Her hand gripped my hair tight. Around and around went my fingers. Little squeals and yelps started to escape from her throat as her body started to twitch. Around and around went my fingers. She pulled her mouth away from mine and threw her head back, gasping for air. My continuous kisses on her neck and jawline egged her on. Around and around, around and around, my fingers summoned her orgasm. Her squeals and yelps came faster now. The hand that wasn't gripping my hair grasped wildly at the sheets of her bed, and with a final, exuberant "fuck!" I heard those three delicious moans burst from her throat in their short-short-long succession as she began to cum. It was at that moment that I sipped my finger down into her cunt while my thumb strummed her clit through her orgasm. I needed to feel it. I needed to feel her. Her body tensed around me, and my finger was deep in her spasming cunt. I felt it squeeze and release my finger in a wild rhythm. Her thighs squeezed my hand, and she shook as the pleasure worked its way through her body. Coming down from her euphoric high, I cupped her cunt gently with my hand and held it there as her breath began to return to normal. She turned to look at me, and took my lips back onto hers. We held each other, kissing slowly and romantically as I felt the warmth of her vagina and the pressure of her thighs. Somewhere along the way both of us drifted off to sleep. Minutes later, hours later, days later, who's to say, a pleasant feeling gently roused me from my sleep. A warm feeling. A wet feeling. The moonlight diffused through the curtains on Stephanie's windows was the only light, and as consciousness returned, the feeling became more pronounced. I looked toward the source of this glorious wake up call; my crotch; and through sleepy eyes I saw a dark figure hunched over me. Hair bobbing up and down in a messy bun, the only sound in the dark room the slight, subtle slurp of a mouth sliding slowly up and down my iron-hard cock. "Stephanie?" I squeaked out. The sucking came to a slow halt, and the figure rose up to look at me, perched on her knees between my legs. Bathed in the soft moonlight was Stephanie. She was completely naked. A soft smile skirted across her lips, and she leaned forward, a strand of golden hair falling in front of her face. It drew a line up my chest as her face floated down toward mine. Still only half awake, I felt her lips touch mine in a passionate kiss as she snaked her body, throwing her leg over me. Stradling me. My cock was straining to the heavens as we kissed. I could feel the heat radiating off of her cunt as it floated above me. Our lips parted, and her eyes found mine in the darkness. We made no sound, but for our ragged, excited breaths. Her eyes asked the question, and my eyes gave the answer. Reaching back with one hand, she gently grasped my straining cock, and positioned it snugly at her opening. "Oh my God," I gasped. My hands reached up and gripped her spread thighs tightly. Then with one, long, agonizingly slow movement, my step sister's best friend lowered herself down on top of me, taking the full length of my cock deep into her body with one stroke. We both gasped. My cock was completely enveloped by her hot, wet cunt; my cock was in Stephanie's cunt; and even the slightest shift or movement sent shocks through my whole body. I was inside my first woman, a woman I truly cared about, and this overwhelming new sensation sent me careening toward the edge. Stephanie ever so slightly began to rise up, drawing her tight lips along my screaming length. I gasped again, losing all control over my breath. My balls churned again, and that coil of sweet pleasure came rushing to my core. "That's it, Timmy," Stephanie cooed as she increased her deliberate up and down grinding on my cock. That name, Timmy, a name that had once been a weapon used to tease and torment me, took on a new, erotic meaning as this golden goddess took the length of my cock inside her. It was now a term of want. Of desire. This wasn't hard, fast, staccato fucking, this girl was using her whole body to coax me toward ultimate pleasure. My whole body was vibrating. "That's it," she said lovingly, placing her hand on the side of my head as she watched me lose control. "That's it, Timmy," she whispered once again, followed by the command of all commands: "Cum for me. Cum inside me." The white hot spring snapped. My head lolled back, and my mouth hung open, overcome with sensation. My balls rushed up tight, my cock flared out hard against the walls of Stephanie's cunt, and I began filling her with torrent upon torrent of hot cum. "That's it, baby, that's it," she encouraged as her tight cunt milked the pleasure out from my very soul. I felt the walls of her cunt twitch and slide as I flooded her with my semen, and Stephanie pulled me close to her as she rode me through the waves of euphoria. "That's it, baby, that's it." I pulsed inside her for what felt like days, and I felt as though I would have flown away if it weren't for the weight of her glorious body to keep me on earth. She laid down upon me fully now as my cock began to soften inside her. Her perfect breasts pressed tight to my chest, and our breathing matched in a deep, synchronized rhythm. I wrapped my arms around her and smiled as we both began to slip into sleep once more. "I might be in love" I thought as the world fell away, "and she leaves in three weeks." Chapter 13: It's graduation day, so that means party time! I was sweating my ass off in the heat, seated amongst my fellow graduating classmates, but I didn't care. My friend Mike sat next to me, and was talking to me about something or other, but I didn't hear a word he said. My mind was on one thing and one thing only. I woke up that morning alone. The previous night had to have been a dream, right? But as my eyes fluttered open and the blur of morning vision dissipated, Stephanie's room came into view. It was no dream. I laid there, wrapped like a snake in the covers of her bed, and basked in my memories of the previous evening. Stephanie had opened up to me in more ways than one, and a night of passion and care where I had given her my full attention had ended with her taking my virginity. Stephanie, my step-sister's best friend, the girl who tormented me relentlessly as kids, took my virginity, and fell asleep on top of me with a womb full of my cum. I smiled at the memory, and felt a throb between my legs. I hadn't realized it at first, but the magic of "morning wood" had drawn my cock out long and hard. I enjoyed the feeling. I reveled in my erection, a proud reminder of my manhood, and every thought replaying the previous night's events in my mind just reinforced the solid structure. I turned my attention toward the bedroom door as Stephanie came padding in. Fresh from the shower, she had a towel wrapped around her head, and wore nothing else but a black bra and panty set. She stopped at the vanity mirror across from her bed, and began drying her hair. For a moment she didn't notice I was awake. Her reflection in the mirror afforded me the pleasure of taking in both sides of her body at the same time. Her tight, flat stomach and the swell of her supple breasts on one side, the curve of her long soft back, the bump of her perfect ass, and the full length of her statuesque legs on the other. I had been between those legs last night. I had been inside that exquisite body. The stiffness between my legs did not abate. I watched her in silence, when her eyes suddenly caught mine in the mirror. She tried to stifle the smile that formed on her lips, looking down as she did so. Clearly she was remembering last night too. "Morning," she said, catching my eyes again as she continued to dry her hair. "Morning," I said back. I couldn't stop the grin forming on my face if I tried. "What time is it?" "Its early," she said, moving toward her closet to find some clothes, "You should be able to get back home without anyone noticing." "Trying to get rid of me?" I teased, sitting up in bed. She chuckled as she moved back toward her vanity, draping her shirt over the chair. She shifted her weight to one side, flaring her hips out deliciously. "I've gotta go to work," she said, affixing her earrings, "and you've got a big day in front of you." "What if we both just, skipped?" I said, shifting myself over to the edge of the bed closest to her. Stephanie turned around to face me, resting her ass on the edge of the vanity, arms crossed across her breasts. "You want to skip your high school graduation?" she said with a cocked eyebrow. "I would," I said, getting up off the bed, revealing my stiffened state. I slowly closed the distance between us, led by my erection. She chuckled again. Her eyes flicked down to my hard cock. She uncrossed her arms and braced herself on the edge of the vanity. I leaned in close, and paused for just a moment to watch Stephanie moisten her lips with her tongue. I smiled, and went in for a kiss. She sighed slightly as our lips met. Our tongues quickly began to tangle and spar. My hand drifted up to her stomach and felt the smooth skin atop tight muscle, then slid down over her hip. My finger slowly slipped beneath the band of her panties. Stephanie suddenly broke the kiss. "Listen Tim," she began. My stomach sank. This was it. The rejection was en route. She would tell me I was a good guy and it was fun, but it was a mistake and we should just go back to;  "We need to be smart about this." Her hand came up and gently touched my chest. "What is your step mom going to say if she catches you coming in?" I smiled. I leaned into her, laying my erection across her thigh. I slipped another finger into her panties and started to pull down. She didn't stop me. "I'll tell her I was out for a run." "You don't look like you were out for a run," she said through a shallow breath. As my hands slid her panties over her legs, I followed them down till I was on my knees in front of her. "Well then," I began as my hands started running up and down Stephanie's golden calves. Her eyes closed dreamily, and she instinctively parted her legs. "I guess we'll just need to find a way for me to work up a sweat!" Stephanie laughed in disbelief as my head drifted between her thighs. "Good God, I've created a monster!" A loud gasp escaped her throat as I drew my tongue up between the lips of her cunt; she was already wet. I immediately lifted one of her firm thighs over my shoulder as my tongue lapped away at her sweet center. Good lord she tasted good. Gasping breaths quickly turned to squeaks and moans. One hand left the edge of the vanity and gripped my hair tightly. Her hips gyrated and humped at my lips and tongue as I pleasured her. Wanting to drive her completely over the edge, I took one hand off her thigh, quickly dipped two fingers into my mouth, and then slid them up into her sweet cunt, eliciting a loud, throaty "oh!" It was a cry of pure sensation, with no care for whether anyone heard her. My fingers massaged her tight walls while my tongue ran circles around her clit. Her body began to vibrate. Her breaths came short and fast between syrupy moans, and then all at once her hand pulled my face tight to her cunt, her legs clamped closed around my head, and I heard that sweet chorus of moans; short, short,long; as Stephanie's body was rocked by orgasm. Before her cunt even finished pulsing, her leg slid off my shoulder, and she pulled me up by my hair with a breathy "c'mere, c'mere." I stood up quickly, and she kissed me hard. Her hands frantically grasped at my hips, and she broke the kiss long enough to exclaim "Fuck me; fuck me right now, Timmy!" That name sent a thick throb into my already rock-hard cock. She grabbed at me wildly as she sprung her legs up around me. I grasped for stabilization on the vanity and pushed toward her, my lips never leaving hers. Stephanie found her dripping opening with the head of my cock, her heels dug into my back, and I pushed. She gasped hard as the head entered her, but only the head. I drew back, pulling her sweet nectar back with me. Her hand on my cock quickly spread it around, coating my shaft, and I felt her heels in my back, harder. I pushed again, and in a single stroke my entire cock was enveloped by hot butter. Stephanie and I both let out a low moan as I bottomed out inside her, but there was no time to savor the feeling; where last night had been about a slow, gentle experience, this morning was all about pure lust. Her legs and cunt wrapped tight around me, I grunted into her hot mouth and began to thrust. The vanity began to shake and knock against the wall as I drove my cock deep into Stephanie's tight body over and over. I could feel the grip of her cunt lips on each outward stroke. My balls churned. Stephanie was slick, wet, and welcoming, and I glided in and out of her with ease. Her lips left mine with a wet pop as she caught her breath. The sensation was overwhelming us both, and I felt her arms wrap tight around me. "Yes, yes, fuck me, Timmy, fuck Me!" she gasped directly into my ear. I fucked her hard and fast, completely lost in her cunt. I felt the hot spring of pleasure coil itself up inside my balls, and short cries escaped my throat as I tried to hold it at bay. Stephanie heard my cries of approaching pleasure and egged me on. "Yes, that's it, baby," she whispered into my ear between staccato breaths every time her body accepted my thrusting cock, "that's it, cum for me, Timmy; give it to me; give it to me!" I let out a low howl and pushed my stone-hard cock as deep into her as I could. My balls wrenched up tight against my body and exploded, flooding her sweet cunt with an eruption of hot semen. I buried my face into the crook of her neck as the pleasure pulsed through me. As my orgasm subsided we held each other quietly for a moment. The only sounds in the room were our ragged, gasping breaths. I peeled myself off of my step sister's best friend, pausing to look down at her body beneath me. The thin layer of sweat on her chest glimmered in the light as her breasts heaved up and down in exhaustion. Her smooth stomach sucked in and out, flaring her ribs with each deep breath. Her legs were spread wide, wrapped around my torso. Her cunt, her cunt was spread wide, wrapped around the girth of my cock. My cock was inside her. Inside Stephanie. My cock was inside Stephanie. It flared again with renewed lust. "Down, boy!" she chuckled, gently pushing me back off of her. I watched my cock slide out of her hot core, ringed with a white froth of mingled bodily fluids. A thin string of juice reached from the tip of my dick to her juicy cunt, the last bit of our connection holding on for dear life as I slipped out of her. I stumbled back and plopped down on the bed, spent cock glistening and not yet deflated. I looked at Stephanie's hot, erotically charged body, and watched my semen begin to slowly drip from her swollen lips before she began to straighten up. "Jesus, Timmy, you just might be a natural," she exhaled as she tried to get her bearings. My spent cock twitched again. "I'm gonna have to take another shower!" "You want company?" I said with a big, Cheshire grin. To say I felt cocky was underselling it. I had just rocked a woman's sexual world for the very first time. At that moment I was fucking bulletproof. "no!" she exclaimed with a laugh. "Now get out of here before that gorgeous cock of yours gets us into trouble!" She said with a flustered smile. I took in the sight. God, she was sexy. "Go!" she chuckled loudly again. I snuck out the back door, in order to come in the front door, hoping to cement my alibi of going for a run, should my step mom Kelly, or step sister Alexa catch me. As I rounded the corner and started toward the door, I heard a giggle. My eyes darted toward the sound and were greeted by a broad smile framed with fiery red hair. Sarah, my next door neighbor and long time crush, watched me as she finished stretching her hamstring on her front steps. "You're up early," she said with a grin. "I was, out for a run." I said unconvincingly. "Um Hmm," she scoffed through a smirk. Unlike me, Sarah actually had just come back from a run, judging by the spandex that hugged her blossomed curves. She stared straight through me. She knew where I had been, what I had been doing; it was written all over me. "Well, definitely a good day for it!" she lobbed at me, preserving my alibi. I nodded sheepishly and turned toward my door. "Oh, and Tim?" she called from behind me. I turned back toward her curiously. "Don't forget to stretch,” she said with a syrupy lilt. My face turned beet red. She bounced her eyebrows, bit her lip through her widening grin, twirled away from me and hopped up the stairs into her house. As I stood under the hot shower minutes later, my brain was vibrating with hormones, memories, and fantasies. Despite all the activity of the morning, my cock was rock hard again, and I stroked it furiously as I cataloged my thoughts. Thoughts of fucking Stephanie. Thoughts of fucking Sarah in her tight running gear. Thoughts of fucking them both. Thoughts of them fucking each other. My sore balls wrenched themselves up toward my cock once again. With a quiet grunt I fired out even more cum, this time against the wet walls of the shower, and for a quick moment my mind was perfectly clear. Oh, to be eighteen and horny. Sitting under the hot sun at the graduation ceremony, lost in a memory of the morning, I began to think about what all this meant for the future. I wanted Stephanie, wanted to be with her, wanted to be inside her every chance I could get, but what were we beyond that? She was leaving for college in a month, and surely she wasn't going to want the baggage of a younger boyfriend at a different school as she began the next chapter of her life right? Or for that matter, did I want to have a long distance girlfriend? I was determined to just live in the moment, but it was hard not to think about what we were, or what we could be. Just then I was snapped out of my day dreaming as the P A system echoed a name through my ears: Tara Austin. My eyes quickly found the stage as Tara, the girl I considered one of my best friends, made her way across the stage. She had modified her black graduation gown to have a fiery, red fringe along the bottom, and had lined the edges of her flat mortar hat with metal studs. The principal shook his head as she took her diploma from him, which made Tara beam. Ms. Dorman was on the stage with some of the other teachers, and Tara stopped to hug her before heading down the stairs. My mind briefly wandered to Ms. Dorman; Julia; and wondered if she and Ridley had secretly fucked before the ceremony. Or maybe they planned to afterward. She looked good today, in sensible slacks and a nice blouse. I thought back to the vision of her shirt being snapped open and her breast jiggling erotically as she was pounded by Ridley's crooked cock. Had she ever swallowed his cum? I wondered when the last time she had an orgasm was. Tara stopped at the far edge of the stage and curtsied at the crowd with a big smile, eliciting a few whoops and claps. She was radiant. We hadn't talked in a long time, not since the night we told each other the truth about our activities at the prom, and honestly I wasn't even sure why. I had hurt her, but I was probably doing more damage by running away. I was jealous, no which way about it, and I didn't know how to handle it. We had both entered into sexual relationships with extremely unlikely people that the other didn't particularly care for, and It had driven us apart. Surely we were good enough friends to get past this though, right? But then again, Tara hadn't exactly reached out to me since then, so maybe she didn't want anything to do with me anymore. Soon enough it was my turn to cross the stage in graduation, and as I made my way toward Ms. Dorman I swear she started to blush. She held open her arms and I met her with a warm hug. Her breasts felt soft and nice against me. "Congratulations, Tim," she said warmly, "I'm going to miss you." "Thanks, Ms. Dorman," I replied. She pulled away from the hug and looked at me with a smirk that almost felt flirtatious. "What'd I tell you?" "Sorry; thanks, Julia," I chuckled. She smiled and squeezed my arms. "Listen Tim," she continued before we parted, "talk to her. She misses you, I can tell. Whatever it is that happened between you two it's not worth losing each other. Just put in the work." I nodded thankfully. She smiled again, pulled me in for a final hug, and then I was off. I sat back down under the sun and ran through a lot of things in my mind. Julia was right, someone needed to break the ice, it was just a matter of how and when. "Hey," I said, turning to Mike, "what's the deal, is there going to be any sort of graduation party tonight or this weekend?" "Of course!" He chuckled, "tonight at Suzie Travino's. They're saying the entire graduating class might be there, it's gonna be wild." "Why the fuck am I only hearing about this no; you know what, that's cool, I'll be there." Ugh, I was so lame and out of the loop. Regardless, if the whole class was going to be piling into Suzie's house, that means Tara would most definitely be there. So I needed to be there too. I had a lot on my mind all day, but the celebratory dinner with Alexa and Kelly helped take my mind off things. We had a great time, and had just come home for dessert when Alexa's voice boomed from the hallway "Hey, look who I found!" I looked up from my spot at the kitchen table just as she entered with Stephanie right behind her. I smiled. "I heard there was a celebration happening - you get your first pube or something?" Stephanie and Alexa laughed. My smile quickly turned to a frown; she did it again. Hours earlier I had been balls-deep in this girl's cunt, and she was still keeping up the charade in front of Alexa. I was more than happy to keep our relationship, or whatever this was, on the downlow, but I at least wanted some respect. Unfortunately for her, two could play at this game. "Oh come on, Stephanie, you know full well how many pubes I have" I responded dryly, "or did you not count them while you were sucking my dick?" Alexa choked on her drink, and the color drained from Stephanie's face. "JESUS, Tim," Alexa said between coughs, "getting a bit aggressive, aren't we?" Staring directly at Stephanie I didn't let up. "Oh, you didn't know? It's true. In fact just just this morning Stephanie and I had hot, heavy sex on the edge of her vanity." There was a long, thick silence. I watched Stephanie start to turn beet red, not sure how to respond. Alexa looked at her in disbelief. I smirked, our roles finally reversed. Then in a loud guffaw, Alexa burst out laughing. "Hahaha oh my god, Timmy, that is hilarious!" The smirk quickly faded from my face. "Never in a million fucking years!" She continued to laugh in disbelief. I looked at Stephanie, who nervously chuckled along with her. "What's so funny?" Kelly said as she entered with a small cake in hand. "Oh nothing, Tim's just being gross," Alexa handwaved. Kelly set the cake down and began to cut. My eyes were burning a hole through Alexa. "Hey Kelly, how's Brian?" I said just as Alexa took another drink, causing her to choke again. "He's good, honey, he's been out of town on business, but he'll be back soon." Kelly said with a smile. "That's great, we should all do something together when he gets back," I continued, my smirk returning, "I don't think Alexa has really gotten a chance to know him yet." Now it was Alexa's turn to go pale. "That sounds like a great idea, Tim!" Kelly said. I felt a little bad, because I could tell Kelly was happy that I was expressing interest in meeting her new boyfriend, a man who would potentially occupy the same role as my deceased father, and in reality I was just trying to stick it to Alexa. There would be plenty of time for me to get over that though, and right now I had cake to eat. It tasted great. Later, as I was getting ready for the party at Suzie's, my phone buzzed. It was Stephanie. "So what was that about?" it read "I should ask you the same question!" I replied. There was a long pause. No bubbles, nothing. I got ready to shower, and right as I wrapped my towel around myself my phone buzzed again. "Pick me up from work tomorrow night; I have a graduation present for you." I was annoyed at her, but couldn't stop my cock from flexing in arousal underneath my towel. Fuck, what was this girl doing to me? "Ok," I texted back, and then threw my phone across the bed. I stopped to pick up Mike on the way to Suzie's. He and Kerri were apparently having some sort of spat, and he poured it all out onto me on the drive. I couldn't tell you what it was about though, because my mind was full of its own hormone-crazed problems, and I just "yeah" and "uh huh"-ed him the whole way there. We could hear the thumping bass even before I turned the car through the tall gate of the Travino estate. Suzie's house, a gaudy McMansion paid for by her father's lucrative law firm, sat at the head of a snake-like driveway. Cars were strewn all about the sides of the long drive, and after finding a decent spot, Mike and I made the rest of our way on foot. Passing by two classmates passed out at the foot of a large fountain, we made our way into the throng of young adults ready to take on the world. Or at least the world's largest beer bong. I think Mike might have been right; it seemed like the entire class was there. Possibly the entire school. We found our way over to one of several kegs, got some drinks, and tried to mingle and talk over the din of music and voices. Only half listening, I scanned the ocean of bodies looking for Tara, but had no luck. Suddenly I felt Mike's hand grip me hard on the shoulder. His eyes were wide and livid. Turning to where the dagger of his gaze fell, I saw Chet Phillips, the captain of the football team, chatting up a hot, busty number near the kitchen island. A hot, busty number with a big mane of curly, black hair. Oh my God, it was Kerri. Kerri had all the curves befitting her Greek heritage, she wore a shimmering, backless blouse that showed a lot of chest, putting all her genetic gifts on display. With no room for a bra, her tits hung free under the fabric, jiggling erotically every time she moved or laughed. Funny, I don't think I ever really noticed her tits before. Damn, they were nice. A black, pleated skirt hung over the swell of her generous ass, and her thick, soccer player's legs descended down into high heeled ankle boots. She was dressed to impress, and Chet was getting the full court press. Touching his arm while laughing, leaning over to "accidentally" flash her full cleavage at him, cocking her hips just so; Kerri was out to prove a point, and it was safe to say it was a point not lost on Mike. He was fuming. After swearing a bit under his breath, he muttered something about having to "go do something," downed his 3/4-full beer, and began wading his way over to the kitchen. I laughed and took a sip of my own drink. Damn, she had nice tits. Making my way into the living room I continued my search; no Tara. I saw some recognizable cliques keeping to themselves, AV club over by the window, drama kids over by the bookcase. My mind drifted to thoughts of some of those drama girls. We all had heard the rumors about drama club just being a constant fuck fest, and frankly I regretted never joining. I'd love to have had the chance to eat out star actress Alyssa Mitchell, or feel up mousey Chrissy Thomas; Chrissy was one of those magical girls who was tall, stick thin, but had huge breasts. Not even her black turtleneck could hide them tonight. I wanted to suck them. I wanted to put my dick between them. I wondered if she had ever wrapped those beauties around a hard cock, if they'd ever been showered with jizz. My lewd day dream was cut short, however, as I spotted the math team. Sitting among the glasses and bad haircuts was a bright, beaming smile and a blaze of red hair; it was Sarah. God she looked good. Still playing it conservative for the general public, a nice sweater vest sat atop a buttoned down blouse, expertly hiding the exceptional breasts she had herself. Sensible jeans encased her toned, runner's legs, slip on flats on her feet. She wore no makeup, and frankly didn't need any. No one knew what kind of body she hid under her clothes. No one but me and Tara. Her smile seemed to be lighting up the whole room, and as she tossed her cascading red locks over to the other side of her head, her eyes clicked over and locked on to mine. She turned that beam of a smile over to me, and raised her glass at me. I returned the gesture, and with a sip and a wink, she went back to her conversation. That wink. God, that wink alone got me hard. I decided to keep moving, and continue my search. Following the thump of the music, I moved out onto the patio, where flashing lights and bouncing bodies bumped and gyrated to the rhythms. I peered through the pulsating mass, and was stopped dead by the flails and swivels of a luscious figure ringed with a bright aura of red and green party lights. Mesmerizing hips drew me in as the red plaid of her skirt spun outward with every twirl, jingling the rings and chains that hung from her black leather belt. Black stockings ran from mid thigh down into the tops of white, Doc Martens. Bracelets bounced and shimmered on her arms as she drew her hands over her body, over the black tank top that covered her stomach and sank low at the neck, displaying the cleavage of two, perfect breasts. Cleavage that almost seemed to try and devour the bangles at the end of the long necklaces she wore as they bounced around her globes. Black, spiky hair reached toward the sky off her bobbing, lolling head. Dark eye liner accented her lashes. And her lipstick, her lipstick matched the color of my tie. It was Tara. She looked amazing. Lost in the sounds and vibrations of the music, the lights caught the gentle spritzing of sweat that shone on the flat of her chest. She danced with no one, she danced with everyone. She just absolutely exuded sex. I couldn't help but stare. Snapping me back to earth was a tug at my side, followed by a loud bellow of "Hey, Tim Miller!" Turning sharply, I was greeted by the quirky smile and thick, black glasses of class valedictorian, and host of this blow out party, Suzie Travino. Suzie was half Italian, half Japanese, and all cute. Definitely an egghead, but not in a traditional nerd sort of way, Suzie was the jackpot mix of smart, popular, good looking, and rich. Skinny, with small, perky breasts, Suzie wasn't really my type. Not that I ever had the chance, and not that I ever would have thrown her out of bed if I did, but she just wasn't my type. That being said, her small ass looked phenomenal in her tight jeans, and she cocked her hips out to the side as she continued. "Great to see you!" she said, punching me in the shoulder, "I feel like I never see you at parties!" She had a glaze to her eyes that told me she was already pretty buzzed. "Yeah, I'm a bit of a homebody," I chuckled, darting my eyes past her trying to find Tara again in the dancing crowd. No luck. "Well I'm glad you made it, dude!" She laughed and took another swig of her drink. "Listen, Suzie, I have to; " I began, when suddenly there was a big commotion of cheers and whoops coming from across the patio. Both of us turning toward the rabble, we saw the recipients of all the accolades: it was Bud Pepper and fellow classmate Mark Prepon. Both beaming ear to ear with embarrassed smiles, each holding the other's hand. They chuckled, they hugged, and then in front of practically the entire graduating class, Bud and Mark kissed. The whoops and hollers got even louder. "Wow, good for them!" Suzie squealed, clapping along, "they're so cute together!" "Yeah, totally," I responded, but my attention was elsewhere. Looking back toward the dance floor I desperately searched for Tara. Bud was the guy she lost her virginity to at the prom, and he was her, well honestly I wasn't sure what he was to her at this point, since we hadn't been talking lately, but he was more than a friend, that's for sure. My eyes scanning the crowd, finally I caught her. She watched the new couple for a moment, a bittersweet smile forming on the edge of her lips, and then she quietly made her way away from the crowd, away from the bright colored lights, and into the shadows back toward the house. I had no idea what she was feeling right now. I thought back to our conversation the last time we talked, and her dismay at being viewed as nothing more than a sex object, and here, now, was her, whatever Bud was, celebrating a relationship with someone who wasn't her. She was alone again, and that hurt me inside. Suzie's attention was still held by the new lovebirds, so I quietly slipped away after Tara. I followed behind her and watched her slip upstairs and into one of the rooms. Quietly padding after her I stood outside the room and paused. I was nervous, but I wasn't sure why. Tara was one of my closest friends, we had shared so much, and I wanted now to be there for her if she needed me. That was all I wanted, to be there for her. As her friend. At least that's what I told myself. I slowly opened the door and entered. The room was dimly lit by a single bedside lamp. Tara sat on the edge of a large bed, one leg tucked under, typing away at her phone. She didn't even notice I had come in. "Hi," I finally said. Her head popped up from her phone, startled, her big, doe eyes wide with surprise. Relaxing as she recognized me, she plopped her phone on the night table. "Hey," she finally responded. It wasn't cold, it wasn't angry, it was just, her. "I saw what happened down there, with Bud,” I began timidly, moving closer, but stopping at the tall bedpost at the corner of the bed. "I just wanted to make sure you were ok. I know you guys were,” I honestly don't know if I could have finished that sentence even if I knew what term to use. A warm smile pulled at her lips. "Nah, I'm fine; I'm happy for them." She chuckled a bit to herself. "In fact, I'm the one who set them up!" "What?" I laughed loudly. I plopped myself down on the bed across from her. It was instinct. Just like old times. "Yeah, Bud and I, we, never really clicked." Her eyes drifted for a moment. "We tried, but it became pretty clear pretty quickly that we were, interested in different things." "What about the prom?" I said with a slight crack in my voice. "That was, just something we both needed, I think," she said wistfully. "We learned a lot from each other though," she continued, "I think we both learned how to be comfortable with who we are a bit more. He figured out who he was, what he wanted, and I knew Mark had a crush on him, so I had no problem playing matchmaker." "Sounds like all that applause is really for you, then!" I said lightly. She chuckled and blushed a bit. "I was happy to do it. It makes me happy when the people I care for are happy." she said. I smiled in response. "Plus it greatly increases your chances of a guy-guy-girl threeway!" I blurted out. A comment like that would have been par for the course a couple months ago, but now I wasn't sure how it would land. Luckily she burst out laughing and the tension between us began to drift away. "You know me too well, Miller," she said through a warm smile. "What about you, Tim," she continued, looking right at me now, "have you figured out what you want yet?" I just took in the room for a moment. It was quiet. The thump of the downstairs music was audible but faint. The slatted door of a closet across from us stood slightly ajar. The warm, low light cast deep shadows across Tara's body. "Yes," I finally let out, practically whispering, "I want us to be friends again. I miss you so friggin' much, Tara, I miss talking to you, I miss laughing with you, there's so much going on right now that I barely know how to process because I don't have you to talk to about it. Like,” I didn't know where to start, “ like Ms. Dorman!" I exclaimed, "I caught Ms. Dorman getting fucked by Mr. Ridley the other day!" "I'm sorry, What?" She said, her big doe eyes going wide again with surprise. "Yes! He had her bent right over her desk, and was railing her from behind, and it was awkward, and it was hot, and it was confusing, and I so desperately wanted to talk to you about it." My franticness calmed down and sincerity returned. "I am so sorry I ever made you feel bad for a single second. You're my best friend, and I want you in my life, Tara. I just hope, that maybe you want me in yours too." There was a long pause that bound my insides into tight, cramped knots. She breathed in deep, and let out a controlled breath before saying "I do, Miller, I miss you too." Breath escaped my body desperately, and I somehow managed to begin breathing again. "That is so good, to hear, Tara," I wheezed. She leaned in and gave me a big, tight hug. We were going to be ok. Tara and I were friends again, and that's all either of us wanted. "There's so much I want to tell you, seriously." We broke our warm hug, and Tara leaned back again, a look of slight trepidation on her face now. "Well," she began, fiddling with the hem of her plaid skirt, "in the interest of full transparency I should tell you," she paused. " I'm kinda seeing someone." "That's awesome!" I blurted out joyously. I may have over done it though, as my positive reaction was masking a cold dropping of my stomach. I wasn't sure why that pang of jealousy came back, I was legitimately happy for her, but there it was. "How big is his cock?" I joked. Like I said - overdoing it. "Well the thing is," she began, but was cut off by the creek of the bedroom door opening. "Shit!" she said in a loud, panicked whisper. Frantically she grabbed on to me, and seeing no other recourse, reached for the closet door, shoved me inside, and quickly jumped back onto the bed. Still trying to wrap my head around what was happening, I watched through the slats of the closet door as Tara breathlessly tried to appear calm and relaxed. I felt a stir in my pants as my more voyeuristic tendencies began to trigger. I couldn't yet see who entered the room, but I watched Tara's perfect breasts rise and fall beneath her tank top as her eyes met this mystery entrant. It had to be the guy she was dating. Why else would she be so flustered to have the two of us in the same room? Suddenly a voice pierced the silence. "Hey, I got your text." My breath stopped short in my chest. I knew the voice right away, but I couldn't believe it. I strained my eyes around the corner of the closest door, desperate to prove my ears wrong, but it was no use. Then I heard the swish of walking legs and all at once my eyes confirmed the sound. Looking through the slats of the closet, the curvy, jean-clad ass of a woman entered my eye line. Slowly my eyes traveled upward, not wanting to believe what I was seeing, but reality became undeniable as they locked on her hair. That lovely wave of fiery, red hair. Sarah, my next door neighbor and longest crush, the girl Tara and I witnessed get thoroughly dicked down while we jerked off together, climbed onto the bed, leaned in, and kissed Tara passionately. Tara melted. Kissing her way down Tara's neck, Sarah's hand drifted down over one of Tara's perfect breasts and squeezed. Tara moaned, and her legs pulled up and wrapped around Sarah's body. The movement bunched her skirt up around her waist, and from my vantage point I could see the cheek of her ass peeking out from her black panties. Sarah continued her travels down Tara's writhing body, briefly kissing and squeezing all the landmarks, but with a destination firmly evident. Her lips traipsed over the bunch of Tara's skirt, and she wrapped one arm around an exposed thigh as she pushed her face between my best friend's legs. Tara gasped. Kisses peppered her panty-clad cunt as her breasts heaved up and down in overwhelming sensation. Then Sarah suddenly stopped, planting a couple kisses on Tara's thigh as she pulled away. Looping her fingers through the band of Tara's panties, Sarah stood up, and pulled. Tara smiled, lifting her ass as Sarah slid the panties down her legs, off and over her boots. Any concern for me being in the room was gone now, and Tara was overcome with lust. Her hands ran over her own thighs as they butterflied open, giving me a full view of my best friend's sopping wet cunt. I had seen her perfect tits, I had seen her body shudder and shake with orgasm, but I had never seen her cunt. Now here it was on full display. Her lips were swollen and wide with desire, glistening with moisture in the low lamp light, and there wasn't a strand of hair anywhere; she was fully, smoothly shaven. I wasn't sure when the last time I had taken a breath was. I was overcome with a million conflicting emotions. I felt betrayed that Tara was in a relationship with the girl she knew I had lusted after for years. I also knew I had no right to feel that way. I was jealous of both of them. I was guilty that I was watching this so clandestinely. On top of this all, however, I was hard as a fucking rock. Reaching down and grasping the hem of her sweater vest, Sarah shimmied her hips as she pulled it up and over her head. She then made a show of it as she started unbuttoning her blouse. Tara smiled and drifted her hand down between her legs. She dipped her finger into her wet cunt, and began slowly rubbing herself as she watched Sarah undress. I couldn't see the reveal of Sarah's ample breasts and tight stomach, but as her blouse fell away, I found the smooth swoop of her back to be intoxicating. Then, with a shimmy of her hips, she turned her back to Tara and I was greeted with a full view of her stomach and bra-encased tits. Those tits. Oh, my God. Large and pale, they sat high in a lacy bra thin enough to see her hard nipples through. Sarah undid her belt, and with a sexy cock of her hips began to peel her tight jeans down her legs. I got a good deep look at her full cleavage as she bent over, and my cock throbbed. Straightening back up, she looked back over her shoulder at Tara, smiled, and reached up and unsnapped her bra. Tara stood up off the bed and embraced Sarah from behind, wrapping her arms around the redhead's scantily clad body. Tara ran her hands all over Sarah, kissing and licking at her neck and collarbone as she explored. Sarah sighed, and gyrated her ass tight against Tara's crotch. Both breathing heavy now, Tara slid her hands up to the cups of Sarah's bra, and in full view of my voyeuristic eyes, almost like she was doing it for my benefit, my best friend pulled the fabric away and set Sarah's large, beautiful tits free. My hand went to my cock and squeezed. Tara pushed Sarah's tits together, eliciting a deep moan from the redhead. Sliding under them, Tara lifted those hefty breasts, almost presenting them, and then pinched their hard, pink nipples between her fingers. Sarah gasped. My hand slowly lowered the zipper on my pants. This was so wrong, but I couldn't resist. Tara's hand slithered down Sarah's body, over her stomach, stopping briefly at the band of her panties before silently slipping inside. Sarah's hips began to gyrate as Tara bathed her fingers in the hot wetness I had literally dreamed about. My cock was practically screaming. Reaching in, I pulled it out through the fly of my pants. I could practically feel its throbbing heat without even touching it. Sarah turned around, grasped at Tara's shirt, and quickly pulled it up and over her head. Having no patience for the clasp of a bra, Sarah yanked Tara's bra down off her perfect tits, expressing a startled gasp from my best friend. Her hands gripped each globe, and she attacked them each with her mouth. Sucking, kissing, licking, Tara's tits soon glimmered with Sarah's wet saliva. Every time Sarah's lips latched on to a nipple, a short sexy moan escaped Tara's lips. Holding on for dear life at the erotic assault, Tara's breath heaved, and her hands gripped and kneaded at Sarah's full ass, desperately working the girl's panties off inch by inch. Stumbling forward, Sarah pushed Tara back down onto the edge of the bed; Tara's tits bounced playfully as her ass hit the mattress. Sarah bent over, sliding her panties all the way down her pale legs, giving me a full view of her ass, her cunt lips squeezed between her thighs. Tara just smiled, and used the moment to remove her boots and climb fully onto the bed. I think I began to drool. Or at least my cock did. It stuck out firm and hard from my zipper and I was losing my self control. I wanted to be mad, I wanted to be angry, but more than that, fuck, I wanted to cum. Tara's legs butterflied open and closed again in anticipation; clearly an excited tick she had that I never knew about. It was adorable. It was sexy as hell. Her hand drifted back to her own throbbing, wet lips. Those glistening, aroused lips, I think I wanted to taste them. My finger idly traced along the length of my iron cock. A small, static shock of pleasure surged through me. Tara took in the view of the redheaded goddess before her and smiled just as Sarah took a step forward, grasped Tara's thighs, and slowly lowered to her knees on the floor. Tara repositioned herself, shimmied forward slightly, and let out a long, wet moan as my biggest crush's tongue began dancing all over my best friend's clit. It was all I could take. My hand gripped my firm cock and began to stroke. My eyes strained through the slats of the closet desperate to take in every bit of the erotic sight before me. Tara gasped and moaned, writhed and shook, as Sarah lapped and sucked. Her tits rose and fell, nipples reaching for the sky as her breath heaved in her chest. They jiggled delightfully every time she shifted to regain stability, or after an unexpected shock of sensation. There was no stopping me now, I was in a trance, stroking my cock deliberately while transfixed by this sapphic exhibition. Tara hoisted herself up onto her hands so she could watch Sarah's tongue perform its magic. They locked eyes and Tara ran her hand lovingly through Sarah's ginger locks. Sarah's hand drifted down over one thick thigh to meet her tongue at Tara's dripping center. Stopping momentarily to catch her breath and lube up her fingers, Sarah's lips latched back on to Tara's clit and in one smooth motion she pushed two fingers deep into Tara's cunt. With a loud moan, Tara lost her stabilization and dropped back onto the mattress, her lovely tits bouncing wildly. Her breath was ragged and fast as Sarah slid fingers in and out of her wet cunt in time with the tongue playing pinball on her clit. Regaining her stabilization, at least on one elbow, she ran her hand back to Sarah's hair, but this wasn't a loving caress, this was a wanton grasp, a fist full of hair to hold on for dear life as Tara rocketed toward ultimate release. I stroked hard and fast as I watched my best friend's face crinkle and grimace, eyes squeezed shut, mouth dropping open in a pleasurable "O." Her moans came faster and shorter, tits jiggling with every breath, a slight, wet slurping no

 My girlfriend and her sister play dueling practical jokes on me.By TruthWithaTwist. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories."Sisters before Misters. It's the golden rule." Tara declared."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.We got to the resort and it was everything we expected. It was a cheesy resort built for "romance weekends". They did a have a "lodge restaurant" and because it was off-season, we had no problem getting our choice of cabins and were told to come down the restaurant at any time.The guy working the front desk told us that the hot tub on the deck was usable, but suggested that we turn the heat on before dinner if we wanted to use it later. He also mentioned the romance package and asked if he could have it delivered while we dined. He said all of this unironically and without embarrassment.We made the short walk down a path to our cabin and were thrilled with what we found. It was roomy, with an oversized king bed. It had a glossy wooden floor that led to a loveseat, and two chairs that gathered by a large gas fireplace. The bed itself was a wonder to behold. A crimson bedspread was stretched across it. 6 stark white pillows were stacked at the top of the bed with a sort of long, red ribbon holding them all together. The bed itself was made of a wooden frame with large headboard.Just to the right of the bed, was a sliding glass door that went to the enclosed deck and the hot tub. The hot tub faced the lake but was still enclosed by the walls of the deck. There were instructions on the wall, and I got the heater for the hot tub started. As I was getting my bearings, the room behind me went dark for a split-second and suddenly was bathed in red."BWAH-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA" said Tara as she started playing with the light switches on a bedstand. One switch bathed the room in red. The next started a sort of "disco-light" effect. Button 3 I ~think~ was light romance...as pastel circles, and blobs sort of migrated across the walls and ceiling."What's that last switchy-thing?" I asked. Tara flipped a switch and we heard a "whirring" motion. From the bottom of the bed, a panel came up revealing a bed-width mirror."Oh, well of course it is!" We both burst into laughter. I tackled Tara and we spilled on to the bed making out and making up for lost time. Hands started to wander. She started to rub my crotch through my jeans, I was working my way up her shirt. As we took a quick pause, I spoke up."Babe. This place is amazing and I want nothing more than to fuck you right now, but I'm starving!!!! Can we go eat and then we have all night to experience the Adventureland theme park in our room?""Absolutely". Tara went into the bathroom to freshen up. For the first time, I reached into my back pocket and found the money Henry had given me. I counted out five crisp $100 bills and was suddenly looking forward to a great meal.We threw our coats back on and walked over the restaurant. We gave the waiter our "dinner coupon" and placed our order. For a half-full resort, in the middle of nowhere, with a porn set for a cottage, the meal was surprisingly good. We started with a Manhattan and a Martini and thanks to the money Henry had slipped me, we splurged on an expensive bottle of wine. We ate and drank and ordered a bottle of Prosecco to take back to the room as we left the restaurant.We stumbled back to our room and keyed back in. On the coffee table was what looked like a large rectangular box of chocolates. Upon opening it, we found out it was our romance package. There were a number of "adult' items, all discretely packaged and wrapped inside. Like a kid on Christmas, Tara began opening each one."Oh! Ok. Cherry flavored lube. That's kinda fun. Next, "Tickle her pink" arousal crème. Alrighty. We've got an Aqua-vibe! Some silicone cock rings. Massage Oil. And.." Tara then held up with great pride.... "A blindfold mask!" For the next few minutes we laughed and opened everything. Slowly, though, the mood went from humorous to sexy. We started to smell, taste and feel everything in the box. Tara got the ball rolling."Why don't I grab those robes, you grab the vibe & the Prosecco and I'll meet you in the hot tub."I stripped down to my boxers and opened the Prosecco. Tara came out wrapped in a robe, holding some towels and handed me the other robe. We opened the sliding door and I lifted the cover off the hot tub. The cold air made the hot tub seem that much hotter, but we slowly lowered ourselves in with a number of "ohs" and "ahs" until we got comfortable,As we soaked and sipped the Prosecco, the stress of the day melted away. Our hands kept wandering, gently touching and stroking each other under the bubbles. Slowly, we started kissing. It was sensual, and exploratory. I started cupping one of her breasts while she started stroking my cock and balls. As our arousal grew, Tara whispered, "Did you bring that vibe?"I reached up and grabbed the small vibe off the edge of the tub. It looked like a small blue insect -- 3 inches long with two antennae at one end. Once the vibe was turned on, the antennae started to shake and vibrate. I moved the toy under the water and started using them on her nipples that were just under the surface. Tara moaned slightly and let her head loll back onto the deck's edge. I continued going back and forth between her nipples while I gently nuzzled and kissed her exposed neck. When I thought she was ready, I had the vibe work it's way down her ribcage, eliciting a giggle. The giggling stopped when I reached her crotch. I gently pushed her legs apart and started working the vibe over her clit.. It wasn't a toy that was meant for insertion, so I figured out a way to maintain my grip with my thumb and two fingers while inserting my ring and pinkie fingers slightly insider her. It all had the desired effect. Within a few minutes, I started to see the familiar red blotches on her shoulders and cheeks, telling me she was close. I kept up the motions until she started to come.The waters started to splash as Tara's hips flexed and shook. "Uh........uh.....yes.......fuck.........don't.........keep.......yes......fuck......ah"I moved the vibe away and let Tara catch her breath. As she started to come down from her high, she said, "Let's go inside and I can return the favor." We got out, jumped into our robes, and went inside."Lay some clean towels down in front of the fire." I followed her instructions and watched her grab the flavored lube. "Now, lay down."I laid on my back by the fire and kept my eyes on Tara's amazing body. Her tits were still moist from the hot tub & her pussy swollen from her recent orgasm. As she stepped toward me, she opened the Cherry lube and began spreading it over her pussy. Once she was sufficiently covered, she took two fingers and started spreading it inside herself. She came over to me, poured a palmful of the fluid into her hand and started rubbing it up and down my erect cock. Once she was satisfied, she swung her legs over my head and pushed her cherry covered cunt on to my face. I took the hint and began licking and sucking. Tara wasted no time as she dropped down on to my cock and began licking off the lube. I was trying hard to breathe while still focusing on licking my way up and down her outer lips. As I worked my way around, I would shift up and gently start licking her clit. Every time I did, I noticed that her efforts on my cock increased. Figuring out that increasing her pleasure could increase my own -- I took my tongue and drove it as far into her pussy as a I could.It had the desired effect. Tara moaned around my cock and drove her mouth down to my balls. I could feel her tongue licking my shaft as she sucked down on my entire length. It quickly became too much for me. I grabbed down on her ass and pulled her pussy into my mouth. I latched onto her clit creating a vacuum suction while I rapidly licked it with the tip of my tongue. Tara's hips began to shake and she moaned even more. The moaning around my cock was like a tight, vibrating sheath that sent me over the edge. I exploded into her mouth and heard a cacophony of noises. My own moans, her moans, the sound of her gulping down the milky load, our combined mouths gasping for breath.....followed by two huge contented sighs.After getting her breath back, Tara spun herself around and settled into the crook of my arm & shoulder. We lay together, content and satiated. Then, slowly, we realized that our mouths were both covered in each others juices and cherry lube....and it was getting kind of gross. Tara told me to go clean off a bit. As I looked at the clock, I realized it was only 11:00, not 2am as I was expecting. I went into the bathroom, got some hot water running and soaked a washcloth in soap and the water. I washed off my face a few times until the combined stickiness was gone. Then, I got the sticky lube off my crotch as best I could. I was considering hopping in the shower real quick, when Tara started knocking on the door."You almost done? I gotta pee and brush my teeth.""Yup. Two seconds." I brushed my teeth and let my girlfriend by with a quick smack on the ass.I threw on my robe, poured some more Prosecco, and laid on the bed. Admittedly, between the drinks and wine at dinner, plus the Prosecco, I was still riding the line of "buzzed" and "drunk". Add in the sudden activity and I was worn out. "You mind if I turn on the TV, babe?""Not at all! I could use a little break" she yelled back through the bathroom door.I flipped around and found a cable show with an annoying couple trying to buy a 4-bedrrom house on 3 acres and a pool for $237K dollars. Tara came out, climbed onto the bed, and started playing around on her phone.After an episode and a half, I noticed Tara's hand was slowly snaking its way up my leg, under my robe. As she started stroking my cock, encouraging it back to life, she asked if I was ready for another round. I started to roll her over, until she put a hand on my chest."Nope. You've been amazing this weekend. For me, my family, now it's time you get your reward. But....you have to trust me.""Uh.....ok.""Seriously babe. Trust me." With that, she started taking my robe off my shoulders. Once I was naked, she put some pillows under my head and reached over the side of the bed. She grabbed the large ribbon that had been around the pillows and started tying my right wrist to the bed frame (Oh.....THAT'S why they have that ribbon....duh). She swung over me, and started tying my left wrist, so I was spread eagle with my arms. Tara then got up and went over the Romance box."I have to go in the bathroom and get ready. But before that, I want to get VERY ready." With that, she took a good dollup of the arousal gel and spread it over her clit and pussy lips. The reaction was instantaneous. "Oh fuck. That's amazing. It's heating up my pussy. Wow. I need to save this so I can get some more."With that, she went into the bathroom for a few minutes. Fortunately, I could still see Beth and Shawn complaining about the backsplash in the kitchen on the tv show, so I wasn't getting anxious. A few minutes later, Tara came back out with the robe on. "Sorry! For this part, we need one more thing."She walked over and hit the "red light" option on the bedstand. Next, off went the tv and up went the mirror."Babe, I hope you're coming right into bed. Because if you want to kill the mood....leaving me tied up to only stare at my red-bathed cock and balls....that'll do it.""Don't worry. I have a surprise for you, but I don't want you see anything yet. With that, she put the sleep mask over my eyes. I heard her shuffling around, her suitcase unzipping and the bathroom door closing, then something strange happened. I heard the latches on the front door open and I felt a blast of cold air. As goosebumps erupted on my body, I heard the door close and a pair of high heeled shoes walking across our floor. The bathroom door closed again and I thought I heard muffled voices.Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, I heard the door open again and I heard Tara say, "OK. Babe, like I said, you did a lot for my entire family and here's your surprise." I then felt movement on the bed and someone straddling me.I felt a pair of wet panties rubbing across my cock. The more the pussy rubbed, the more the juices seemed to flow. All of a sudden, there was a slight shift and I felt Tara's pussy engulf my cock. It felt like Tara had pulled her panties to the side and was grinding her clit against me, while starting to ride my cock with fervor. I didn't remember her wearing panties when we crawled into bed and was surprised she put them back on just to have blindfolded sex.The fact that I couldn't see her and couldn't move my arms to reach out to her multiplied the sensations exponentially. Tara kept alternating her motions. She would slow down, then pick up speed, then she would just stop and grind for a minute. At one point, she just sat there on my cock, and I felt her long hair start to tickle my chest as she licked my nipples. Eventually she started to pick up speed, but she kept me on the edge of coming again and again. Just as I started to moan that I couldn't take much more, the mask was ripped from my face and I saw a sight I would never forget.My alcohol-affected eyes were still blurry, and the room bathed in red which made everything surreal-- but there was Lindsay, in her yellow skirt riding me. She had on her white top from the party, unbuttoned to her navel so I could see her chest and tits perfectly. Looking down into the mirror, I could see her black heels and sure enough, pulled to the side were the purple checkered panties. She was grinding on my cock, rubbing her clit against me while she pumped back and forth. Her long brown hair was down over her face, with her head bent forward and her hands on my chest. The similarities between her and Tara was insane. I felt my cock somehow get even harder which was magnified by the fact that her pussy was absolutely on fire.My still-buzzed mind was going a million miles a second as I tried to take in the crazy scene. My brain rocketed back to the "we share everything" statement at the bar. I thought about the door opening while I was blindfolded. Was this some sisterly April Fools prank going to another level? My eyes were searching the room, looking for Tara. Was she watching? Did Lindsay somehow lock her in the bathroom? Where did she go?Lindsey was riding me harder now, her pussy gripping my cock. She was so wet, I could feel her lubricating my cock with every thrust of her hips. The fluids were running down my balls as she kept grinding away. The heat coming out of her was like nothing I had ever felt before and I felt the cum building up in my balls. Lindsey was quiet but riding me harder when she leaned back, tossing her hair behind her and giving me an unobstructed view of her tits and tight body.That's when it hit me. For the first time, I was able to see the tell-tale red flush on her chest, shoulders and neck through the thin, white shirt."Babe....." I moaned."Mmmmmmm.....I was wondering how long it would take you to figure it out." Tara said, "You like? Or is this too weird?""Untie me, now. I'll show you." Tara reached up and released the loops around my wrists. Once my hands were free, they went right to her top, ripping the white blouse open. Buttons flew everywhere and I mauled her tits as she increased her speed on me.All the build-up and activity caught up to us at the same time. Just as I started to feel my cock release itself deep inside her, Tara started some deep guttural moans that ran through her body. She trembled, moaned and started thrashing on my cock.If it weren't for the fact we were in a remote cabin, we would have woken every neighbor around us. Tara was screaming and digging her nails into my chest. I shot stream after stream of cum into her pussy, thrusting up trying to milk the most out of both of our orgasms.Tara collapsed on to my chest as we gathered our breath back. I started to shift so I could go to the bathroom when she stopped me."Hold on. I have to do one thing."Tara reached over to the nightstand and grabbed her phone. She wrapped her leg over my crotch and spread out her skirt a bit. She took what was left of her blouse and covered her exposed tits as she cuddled up against me. She aimed the camera into the mirror at the foot of the bed and snapped a picture.Once she was happy with her picture, I saw her send a text to Lindsey, "Meant to tell you I borrowed some of your clothes! Next time I'm home, I'll trade you for my black shirt back. April Fools!"She hit send, we both used the rest room and returned to the bed. Exhausted from everything, we both collapsed into a deep sleep.------------The first problem with a night of crazy, passionate sex in a romantic cabin, complete with toys, booze and bondage? Before you pass out, you don't think of things like pulling all the blinds and curtains closed. So, after the aforementioned night, I woke up the next morning with sunlight streaming into the room from multiple openings. I looked over to see Tara sprawled face down on the other side of the bed, but somehow she had found the sleep mask we had used the night before and she was using it for the intended reason -- to block out the light and get some sleep.I stumbled naked out of the bed, and started working my way around the room, trying to close as many of the blinds as I could. Even my best efforts resulted in the room being slightly darker, but nowhere near sleep-quality darkness. That's when I noticed the second problem with a passionate night in the cabin -- the leftover scents and smells.The room was filled with the sensory remnants of the night before, the burnt-out fireplace, cherry lubricant, lotions, stale prosecco, and of course, sex. I stumbled to the bathroom, relieved myself and wandered back to the bed. I picked up my phone to see that it was only 6:45 in the morning and flopped back into the bed, burying my head between some pillows to get some sleep.After what felt like only a few minutes, I felt Tara stirring next to me. I groaned and lifted my head to see that it was actually 9:30. My movements alerted Tara that I was awake and I heard her husky morning voice, "Morning, babe. Did I wake you?""No. I was up earlier but managed to get back to sleep. Did you happen to ask what time checkout is today?"Tara got out of bed and walked over the table where she had dropped our packet of information when we arrived. Her hair was a tousled mess, but I focused more on the movement of her ass as she walked across the room. From the bed, I could see her breasts lightly bounce as bent over to pick up the paperwork and walk back to the bed."Well, we missed breakfast. That ended at 9:00." she read as she sat down, "Checkout is at 11. I'm fine if we just want to pack up and hit the road, we can grab an early lunch on the way out. Tara then looked up at our reflection in the weird bed-mirror, "But first, I need to shower. Holy fuck, I'm a mess."She took her hand and gently rubbed the surface of her pussy. "I'm sore, too, but that arousal crème they gave us was unbelievable. I was on fire before you even touched me last night.""That was crazy, babe. What made you think of the whole 'dressing up like your sister' thing?" I asked."It's a long story and we have time in the car, I'll tell you the whole thing." Tara was still gently touching her pussy at this point. Not masterbating by any stretch, but just lazily running her hand over her mostly hairless crotch. "But I really do need a shower, I'm so sticky and gross right now." She glanced over and saw that even her slight movements were making me hard."Tell you what. We do have a little time and since we both need to clean up anyway, why don't you give me a minute or two and meet me in there?"With that, Tara jumped up and started walking toward the bathroom. Her ass seemed to have a little extra swagger as she glanced over her shoulder with a smirk, knowing I was going to be close behind her. I waited a few minutes as I heard the sink run, toilet flush and the shower start. I then made my way to the bathroom where I brushed my teeth to get rid of my morning breath and started toward the shower.Admittedly, for such a romantic room, the shower was pretty standard. It was slightly oversized, with a large glass door that faced the rest of the bathroom. Through the steamy glass, I could see Tara with her head leaning back into the water, letting the spray cascade down her head and body.I slid into the chamber behind her and started to run my hands up her sides to cup her tits. I moved her wet hair over her shoulder so I could start kissing the back of her neck as ground my cock against her ass. Tara slid forward a bit to let the hot water wash over me as she grabbed for the bar of soap in the soap dish."Here" she said, "wash my back." Tara handed me bar of soap and I used it to start washing her back. I built up a lather and worked my way back to her tits. I could feel her nipples tighten under the soap as ran my hands all over her chest. I kept building up more soapy bubbles and started to run one hand down toward her pussy."Babe, I can't. I'm still too sore from last night" she said as she grabbed my wrist and pulled it away from her sex. "Plus, I said you could wash my back." As Tara said it, she pushed back and gyrated her ass against my crotch.Taking the hint, I moved my hands to her back, but this time started working them lower. I used my slippery, soapy hands to massage and caress her ass cheeks. Thanks to our positioning, my cock was getting coated with the soap, too. I took my right hand and started to work my way into the cleft of her ass cheeks. As I started to brush my soapy fingers against Tara's puckered hole, she shifted her weight forward, extended her arms and leaned against the wall of the shower. This pressed her ass against me more and I used more soap to add lubrication to my cock and her hole. When we were both fully lubricated, I gripped my cock in my hand and started to press the head against her asshole.Tara and I were no strangers to anal play and thanks to the amount of soap we used, the head of my cock popped through her tight ring without much resistance. Whenever I slid into her ass, Tara would let loose with what I could only call a guttural moan and this time was no exception.Even though my cock had been sucked and fucked nearly raw the night before, the feeling of her tight ass wrapped around me was amazing. I didn't waste any time and started to thrust in and out of her ass, feeling the falling water splash over us while the wet sounds of flesh slapping together filled the room."Uggghhhh....fuck my ass babe. Make me your little ass whore." Whenever we had anal sex, Tara's sex drive would go into overdrive and she would go from lusty to slutty in seconds. With my slippery hands and the shower water, I was having a problem getting a good grip on her hips and we starting to slip in the shower."C'mon, Jason. Don't stop now. What happened, did I wear you out last night? You're not gonna go soft in my ass are you? Fuck me like you mean it. Dump your cum into my ass, baby."Tara's mouth and dirty talk sent me over the edge. I pulled my dick out of her ass with a pop and whipped open the shower door. I grabbed Tara's soaking wet body and lifted her up and out of the shower. As our feet hit the bathroom floor, I pushed her down on the ground so that she was laying flat with her naked body pressed against the tiles.I spread her ass cheeks one more time and thrusted into her. With the floor under her, I was able to fully work my entire length into her ass. Tara was grunting and moaning with every thrust of my cock. With the bathroom acting as an echo chamber, our cries were reflecting back on us and magnifying our every sound.Just as I felt Tara's body start to shake and tremble under me, I felt my cock start to explode in her. Wave after wave of hot cum poured into her ass. Tara was literally whimpering under me and for a minute I thought I was going to pass out. The explosion of my orgasm, the heat of the shower, and the steam filling the room all had my head spinning. I pulled my softening cock out of Tara's ass and opened the door to the bathroom, letting the cool air pour in. I sat against the doorframe as Tara continued to lay on the floor.After a few minutes, she began to stir. She picked herself up off the floor and got back into the shower. I reached over and wrapped a towel around my waist and started to clean up the room and pack our belongings. When Tara emerged from the shower, I hopped in to clean myself off.Once we were both showered and dressed, we grabbed our bags, checked out of the room and got back in the car. I could tell that Tara was exhausted and wasn't going to be much company on the ride back to school. I drove back, listening to the radio and Tara woke up as we were approaching our university."So, I have to ask" I said. "What was up with you and Lindsay and the outfits?"Tara chuckled, "I figured you weren't going to let that go. Lindsay has always been a tease around guys. As we both get older she gets some weird thrill out of teasing my boyfriends, but she never really does anything serious. Once though, a guy a was dating, Glen, tried to start feeling her up when I wasn't around. She told me and that was it for me and Glen."Every time I've spoken to her over the past month, she's talked about the whole April Fools weekend and that she would have to up her game with you. I thought wearing the blouse at the bar was it, but she went above and beyond. I will tell you, though, she came to me first thing the next day and told me you threw her out. And for the record, she wouldn't have let you fuck her. She would have pushed you to the point, then bailed.""Ok" I said, "But what about you last night wearing her outfit?""Oh! I was walking by the kitchen and saw her standing over you during the party, still teasing you. I was going to let her have it before we left, but when I saw her clothes crumpled up in her room after the party, I got a better idea."For once, I figured out a way to turn her little prank around on her and give you a bit of a treat at the same time. That's why I texted her that picture last night. Besides, you didn't seem to mind." she finished with a smirk."No" I said, "but next time, an even BETTER prank would be actually have your sister take your place, don't you think?"That earned me the final punch in the arm of the trip, the large bruise my souvenir of April Fools Day that year.By TruthWithaTwist for Literotica.

 My girlfriend and her sister play dueling practical jokes on me.By TruthWithaTwist. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories."Sisters before Misters. It's the golden rule." Tara declared."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.We got to the resort and it was everything we expected. It was a cheesy resort built for "romance weekends". They did a have a "lodge restaurant" and because it was off-season, we had no problem getting our choice of cabins and were told to come down the restaurant at any time.The guy working the front desk told us that the hot tub on the deck was usable, but suggested that we turn the heat on before dinner if we wanted to use it later. He also mentioned the romance package and asked if he could have it delivered while we dined. He said all of this unironically and without embarrassment.We made the short walk down a path to our cabin and were thrilled with what we found. It was roomy, with an oversized king bed. It had a glossy wooden floor that led to a loveseat, and two chairs that gathered by a large gas fireplace. The bed itself was a wonder to behold. A crimson bedspread was stretched across it. 6 stark white pillows were stacked at the top of the bed with a sort of long, red ribbon holding them all together. The bed itself was made of a wooden frame with large headboard.Just to the right of the bed, was a sliding glass door that went to the enclosed deck and the hot tub. The hot tub faced the lake but was still enclosed by the walls of the deck. There were instructions on the wall, and I got the heater for the hot tub started. As I was getting my bearings, the room behind me went dark for a split-second and suddenly was bathed in red."BWAH-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA" said Tara as she started playing with the light switches on a bedstand. One switch bathed the room in red. The next started a sort of "disco-light" effect. Button 3 I ~think~ was light romance...as pastel circles, and blobs sort of migrated across the walls and ceiling."What's that last switchy-thing?" I asked. Tara flipped a switch and we heard a "whirring" motion. From the bottom of the bed, a panel came up revealing a bed-width mirror."Oh, well of course it is!" We both burst into laughter. I tackled Tara and we spilled on to the bed making out and making up for lost time. Hands started to wander. She started to rub my crotch through my jeans, I was working my way up her shirt. As we took a quick pause, I spoke up."Babe. This place is amazing and I want nothing more than to fuck you right now, but I'm starving!!!! Can we go eat and then we have all night to experience the Adventureland theme park in our room?""Absolutely". Tara went into the bathroom to freshen up. For the first time, I reached into my back pocket and found the money Henry had given me. I counted out five crisp $100 bills and was suddenly looking forward to a great meal.We threw our coats back on and walked over the restaurant. We gave the waiter our "dinner coupon" and placed our order. For a half-full resort, in the middle of nowhere, with a porn set for a cottage, the meal was surprisingly good. We started with a Manhattan and a Martini and thanks to the money Henry had slipped me, we splurged on an expensive bottle of wine. We ate and drank and ordered a bottle of Prosecco to take back to the room as we left the restaurant.We stumbled back to our room and keyed back in. On the coffee table was what looked like a large rectangular box of chocolates. Upon opening it, we found out it was our romance package. There were a number of "adult' items, all discretely packaged and wrapped inside. Like a kid on Christmas, Tara began opening each one."Oh! Ok. Cherry flavored lube. That's kinda fun. Next, "Tickle her pink" arousal crème. Alrighty. We've got an Aqua-vibe! Some silicone cock rings. Massage Oil. And.." Tara then held up with great pride.... "A blindfold mask!" For the next few minutes we laughed and opened everything. Slowly, though, the mood went from humorous to sexy. We started to smell, taste and feel everything in the box. Tara got the ball rolling."Why don't I grab those robes, you grab the vibe & the Prosecco and I'll meet you in the hot tub."I stripped down to my boxers and opened the Prosecco. Tara came out wrapped in a robe, holding some towels and handed me the other robe. We opened the sliding door and I lifted the cover off the hot tub. The cold air made the hot tub seem that much hotter, but we slowly lowered ourselves in with a number of "ohs" and "ahs" until we got comfortable,As we soaked and sipped the Prosecco, the stress of the day melted away. Our hands kept wandering, gently touching and stroking each other under the bubbles. Slowly, we started kissing. It was sensual, and exploratory. I started cupping one of her breasts while she started stroking my cock and balls. As our arousal grew, Tara whispered, "Did you bring that vibe?"I reached up and grabbed the small vibe off the edge of the tub. It looked like a small blue insect -- 3 inches long with two antennae at one end. Once the vibe was turned on, the antennae started to shake and vibrate. I moved the toy under the water and started using them on her nipples that were just under the surface. Tara moaned slightly and let her head loll back onto the deck's edge. I continued going back and forth between her nipples while I gently nuzzled and kissed her exposed neck. When I thought she was ready, I had the vibe work it's way down her ribcage, eliciting a giggle. The giggling stopped when I reached her crotch. I gently pushed her legs apart and started working the vibe over her clit.. It wasn't a toy that was meant for insertion, so I figured out a way to maintain my grip with my thumb and two fingers while inserting my ring and pinkie fingers slightly insider her. It all had the desired effect. Within a few minutes, I started to see the familiar red blotches on her shoulders and cheeks, telling me she was close. I kept up the motions until she started to come.The waters started to splash as Tara's hips flexed and shook. "Uh........uh.....yes.......fuck.........don't.........keep.......yes......fuck......ah"I moved the vibe away and let Tara catch her breath. As she started to come down from her high, she said, "Let's go inside and I can return the favor." We got out, jumped into our robes, and went inside."Lay some clean towels down in front of the fire." I followed her instructions and watched her grab the flavored lube. "Now, lay down."I laid on my back by the fire and kept my eyes on Tara's amazing body. Her tits were still moist from the hot tub & her pussy swollen from her recent orgasm. As she stepped toward me, she opened the Cherry lube and began spreading it over her pussy. Once she was sufficiently covered, she took two fingers and started spreading it inside herself. She came over to me, poured a palmful of the fluid into her hand and started rubbing it up and down my erect cock. Once she was satisfied, she swung her legs over my head and pushed her cherry covered cunt on to my face. I took the hint and began licking and sucking. Tara wasted no time as she dropped down on to my cock and began licking off the lube. I was trying hard to breathe while still focusing on licking my way up and down her outer lips. As I worked my way around, I would shift up and gently start licking her clit. Every time I did, I noticed that her efforts on my cock increased. Figuring out that increasing her pleasure could increase my own -- I took my tongue and drove it as far into her pussy as a I could.It had the desired effect. Tara moaned around my cock and drove her mouth down to my balls. I could feel her tongue licking my shaft as she sucked down on my entire length. It quickly became too much for me. I grabbed down on her ass and pulled her pussy into my mouth. I latched onto her clit creating a vacuum suction while I rapidly licked it with the tip of my tongue. Tara's hips began to shake and she moaned even more. The moaning around my cock was like a tight, vibrating sheath that sent me over the edge. I exploded into her mouth and heard a cacophony of noises. My own moans, her moans, the sound of her gulping down the milky load, our combined mouths gasping for breath.....followed by two huge contented sighs.After getting her breath back, Tara spun herself around and settled into the crook of my arm & shoulder. We lay together, content and satiated. Then, slowly, we realized that our mouths were both covered in each others juices and cherry lube....and it was getting kind of gross. Tara told me to go clean off a bit. As I looked at the clock, I realized it was only 11:00, not 2am as I was expecting. I went into the bathroom, got some hot water running and soaked a washcloth in soap and the water. I washed off my face a few times until the combined stickiness was gone. Then, I got the sticky lube off my crotch as best I could. I was considering hopping in the shower real quick, when Tara started knocking on the door."You almost done? I gotta pee and brush my teeth.""Yup. Two seconds." I brushed my teeth and let my girlfriend by with a quick smack on the ass.I threw on my robe, poured some more Prosecco, and laid on the bed. Admittedly, between the drinks and wine at dinner, plus the Prosecco, I was still riding the line of "buzzed" and "drunk". Add in the sudden activity and I was worn out. "You mind if I turn on the TV, babe?""Not at all! I could use a little break" she yelled back through the bathroom door.I flipped around and found a cable show with an annoying couple trying to buy a 4-bedrrom house on 3 acres and a pool for $237K dollars. Tara came out, climbed onto the bed, and started playing around on her phone.After an episode and a half, I noticed Tara's hand was slowly snaking its way up my leg, under my robe. As she started stroking my cock, encouraging it back to life, she asked if I was ready for another round. I started to roll her over, until she put a hand on my chest."Nope. You've been amazing this weekend. For me, my family, now it's time you get your reward. But....you have to trust me.""Uh.....ok.""Seriously babe. Trust me." With that, she started taking my robe off my shoulders. Once I was naked, she put some pillows under my head and reached over the side of the bed. She grabbed the large ribbon that had been around the pillows and started tying my right wrist to the bed frame (Oh.....THAT'S why they have that ribbon....duh). She swung over me, and started tying my left wrist, so I was spread eagle with my arms. Tara then got up and went over the Romance box."I have to go in the bathroom and get ready. But before that, I want to get VERY ready." With that, she took a good dollup of the arousal gel and spread it over her clit and pussy lips. The reaction was instantaneous. "Oh fuck. That's amazing. It's heating up my pussy. Wow. I need to save this so I can get some more."With that, she went into the bathroom for a few minutes. Fortunately, I could still see Beth and Shawn complaining about the backsplash in the kitchen on the tv show, so I wasn't getting anxious. A few minutes later, Tara came back out with the robe on. "Sorry! For this part, we need one more thing."She walked over and hit the "red light" option on the bedstand. Next, off went the tv and up went the mirror."Babe, I hope you're coming right into bed. Because if you want to kill the mood....leaving me tied up to only stare at my red-bathed cock and balls....that'll do it.""Don't worry. I have a surprise for you, but I don't want you see anything yet. With that, she put the sleep mask over my eyes. I heard her shuffling around, her suitcase unzipping and the bathroom door closing, then something strange happened. I heard the latches on the front door open and I felt a blast of cold air. As goosebumps erupted on my body, I heard the door close and a pair of high heeled shoes walking across our floor. The bathroom door closed again and I thought I heard muffled voices.Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, I heard the door open again and I heard Tara say, "OK. Babe, like I said, you did a lot for my entire family and here's your surprise." I then felt movement on the bed and someone straddling me.I felt a pair of wet panties rubbing across my cock. The more the pussy rubbed, the more the juices seemed to flow. All of a sudden, there was a slight shift and I felt Tara's pussy engulf my cock. It felt like Tara had pulled her panties to the side and was grinding her clit against me, while starting to ride my cock with fervor. I didn't remember her wearing panties when we crawled into bed and was surprised she put them back on just to have blindfolded sex.The fact that I couldn't see her and couldn't move my arms to reach out to her multiplied the sensations exponentially. Tara kept alternating her motions. She would slow down, then pick up speed, then she would just stop and grind for a minute. At one point, she just sat there on my cock, and I felt her long hair start to tickle my chest as she licked my nipples. Eventually she started to pick up speed, but she kept me on the edge of coming again and again. Just as I started to moan that I couldn't take much more, the mask was ripped from my face and I saw a sight I would never forget.My alcohol-affected eyes were still blurry, and the room bathed in red which made everything surreal-- but there was Lindsay, in her yellow skirt riding me. She had on her white top from the party, unbuttoned to her navel so I could see her chest and tits perfectly. Looking down into the mirror, I could see her black heels and sure enough, pulled to the side were the purple checkered panties. She was grinding on my cock, rubbing her clit against me while she pumped back and forth. Her long brown hair was down over her face, with her head bent forward and her hands on my chest. The similarities between her and Tara was insane. I felt my cock somehow get even harder which was magnified by the fact that her pussy was absolutely on fire.My still-buzzed mind was going a million miles a second as I tried to take in the crazy scene. My brain rocketed back to the "we share everything" statement at the bar. I thought about the door opening while I was blindfolded. Was this some sisterly April Fools prank going to another level? My eyes were searching the room, looking for Tara. Was she watching? Did Lindsay somehow lock her in the bathroom? Where did she go?Lindsey was riding me harder now, her pussy gripping my cock. She was so wet, I could feel her lubricating my cock with every thrust of her hips. The fluids were running down my balls as she kept grinding away. The heat coming out of her was like nothing I had ever felt before and I felt the cum building up in my balls. Lindsey was quiet but riding me harder when she leaned back, tossing her hair behind her and giving me an unobstructed view of her tits and tight body.That's when it hit me. For the first time, I was able to see the tell-tale red flush on her chest, shoulders and neck through the thin, white shirt."Babe....." I moaned."Mmmmmmm.....I was wondering how long it would take you to figure it out." Tara said, "You like? Or is this too weird?""Untie me, now. I'll show you." Tara reached up and released the loops around my wrists. Once my hands were free, they went right to her top, ripping the white blouse open. Buttons flew everywhere and I mauled her tits as she increased her speed on me.All the build-up and activity caught up to us at the same time. Just as I started to feel my cock release itself deep inside her, Tara started some deep guttural moans that ran through her body. She trembled, moaned and started thrashing on my cock.If it weren't for the fact we were in a remote cabin, we would have woken every neighbor around us. Tara was screaming and digging her nails into my chest. I shot stream after stream of cum into her pussy, thrusting up trying to milk the most out of both of our orgasms.Tara collapsed on to my chest as we gathered our breath back. I started to shift so I could go to the bathroom when she stopped me."Hold on. I have to do one thing."Tara reached over to the nightstand and grabbed her phone. She wrapped her leg over my crotch and spread out her skirt a bit. She took what was left of her blouse and covered her exposed tits as she cuddled up against me. She aimed the camera into the mirror at the foot of the bed and snapped a picture.Once she was happy with her picture, I saw her send a text to Lindsey, "Meant to tell you I borrowed some of your clothes! Next time I'm home, I'll trade you for my black shirt back. April Fools!"She hit send, we both used the rest room and returned to the bed. Exhausted from everything, we both collapsed into a deep sleep.------------The first problem with a night of crazy, passionate sex in a romantic cabin, complete with toys, booze and bondage? Before you pass out, you don't think of things like pulling all the blinds and curtains closed. So, after the aforementioned night, I woke up the next morning with sunlight streaming into the room from multiple openings. I looked over to see Tara sprawled face down on the other side of the bed, but somehow she had found the sleep mask we had used the night before and she was using it for the intended reason -- to block out the light and get some sleep.I stumbled naked out of the bed, and started working my way around the room, trying to close as many of the blinds as I could. Even my best efforts resulted in the room being slightly darker, but nowhere near sleep-quality darkness. That's when I noticed the second problem with a passionate night in the cabin -- the leftover scents and smells.The room was filled with the sensory remnants of the night before, the burnt-out fireplace, cherry lubricant, lotions, stale prosecco, and of course, sex. I stumbled to the bathroom, relieved myself and wandered back to the bed. I picked up my phone to see that it was only 6:45 in the morning and flopped back into the bed, burying my head between some pillows to get some sleep.After what felt like only a few minutes, I felt Tara stirring next to me. I groaned and lifted my head to see that it was actually 9:30. My movements alerted Tara that I was awake and I heard her husky morning voice, "Morning, babe. Did I wake you?""No. I was up earlier but managed to get back to sleep. Did you happen to ask what time checkout is today?"Tara got out of bed and walked over the table where she had dropped our packet of information when we arrived. Her hair was a tousled mess, but I focused more on the movement of her ass as she walked across the room. From the bed, I could see her breasts lightly bounce as bent over to pick up the paperwork and walk back to the bed."Well, we missed breakfast. That ended at 9:00." she read as she sat down, "Checkout is at 11. I'm fine if we just want to pack up and hit the road, we can grab an early lunch on the way out. Tara then looked up at our reflection in the weird bed-mirror, "But first, I need to shower. Holy fuck, I'm a mess."She took her hand and gently rubbed the surface of her pussy. "I'm sore, too, but that arousal crème they gave us was unbelievable. I was on fire before you even touched me last night.""That was crazy, babe. What made you think of the whole 'dressing up like your sister' thing?" I asked."It's a long story and we have time in the car, I'll tell you the whole thing." Tara was still gently touching her pussy at this point. Not masterbating by any stretch, but just lazily running her hand over her mostly hairless crotch. "But I really do need a shower, I'm so sticky and gross right now." She glanced over and saw that even her slight movements were making me hard."Tell you what. We do have a little time and since we both need to clean up anyway, why don't you give me a minute or two and meet me in there?"With that, Tara jumped up and started walking toward the bathroom. Her ass seemed to have a little extra swagger as she glanced over her shoulder with a smirk, knowing I was going to be close behind her. I waited a few minutes as I heard the sink run, toilet flush and the shower start. I then made my way to the bathroom where I brushed my teeth to get rid of my morning breath and started toward the shower.Admittedly, for such a romantic room, the shower was pretty standard. It was slightly oversized, with a large glass door that faced the rest of the bathroom. Through the steamy glass, I could see Tara with her head leaning back into the water, letting the spray cascade down her head and body.I slid into the chamber behind her and started to run my hands up her sides to cup her tits. I moved her wet hair over her shoulder so I could start kissing the back of her neck as ground my cock against her ass. Tara slid forward a bit to let the hot water wash over me as she grabbed for the bar of soap in the soap dish."Here" she said, "wash my back." Tara handed me bar of soap and I used it to start washing her back. I built up a lather and worked my way back to her tits. I could feel her nipples tighten under the soap as ran my hands all over her chest. I kept building up more soapy bubbles and started to run one hand down toward her pussy."Babe, I can't. I'm still too sore from last night" she said as she grabbed my wrist and pulled it away from her sex. "Plus, I said you could wash my back." As Tara said it, she pushed back and gyrated her ass against my crotch.Taking the hint, I moved my hands to her back, but this time started working them lower. I used my slippery, soapy hands to massage and caress her ass cheeks. Thanks to our positioning, my cock was getting coated with the soap, too. I took my right hand and started to work my way into the cleft of her ass cheeks. As I started to brush my soapy fingers against Tara's puckered hole, she shifted her weight forward, extended her arms and leaned against the wall of the shower. This pressed her ass against me more and I used more soap to add lubrication to my cock and her hole. When we were both fully lubricated, I gripped my cock in my hand and started to press the head against her asshole.Tara and I were no strangers to anal play and thanks to the amount of soap we used, the head of my cock popped through her tight ring without much resistance. Whenever I slid into her ass, Tara would let loose with what I could only call a guttural moan and this time was no exception.Even though my cock had been sucked and fucked nearly raw the night before, the feeling of her tight ass wrapped around me was amazing. I didn't waste any time and started to thrust in and out of her ass, feeling the falling water splash over us while the wet sounds of flesh slapping together filled the room."Uggghhhh....fuck my ass babe. Make me your little ass whore." Whenever we had anal sex, Tara's sex drive would go into overdrive and she would go from lusty to slutty in seconds. With my slippery hands and the shower water, I was having a problem getting a good grip on her hips and we starting to slip in the shower."C'mon, Jason. Don't stop now. What happened, did I wear you out last night? You're not gonna go soft in my ass are you? Fuck me like you mean it. Dump your cum into my ass, baby."Tara's mouth and dirty talk sent me over the edge. I pulled my dick out of her ass with a pop and whipped open the shower door. I grabbed Tara's soaking wet body and lifted her up and out of the shower. As our feet hit the bathroom floor, I pushed her down on the ground so that she was laying flat with her naked body pressed against the tiles.I spread her ass cheeks one more time and thrusted into her. With the floor under her, I was able to fully work my entire length into her ass. Tara was grunting and moaning with every thrust of my cock. With the bathroom acting as an echo chamber, our cries were reflecting back on us and magnifying our every sound.Just as I felt Tara's body start to shake and tremble under me, I felt my cock start to explode in her. Wave after wave of hot cum poured into her ass. Tara was literally whimpering under me and for a minute I thought I was going to pass out. The explosion of my orgasm, the heat of the shower, and the steam filling the room all had my head spinning. I pulled my softening cock out of Tara's ass and opened the door to the bathroom, letting the cool air pour in. I sat against the doorframe as Tara continued to lay on the floor.After a few minutes, she began to stir. She picked herself up off the floor and got back into the shower. I reached over and wrapped a towel around my waist and started to clean up the room and pack our belongings. When Tara emerged from the shower, I hopped in to clean myself off.Once we were both showered and dressed, we grabbed our bags, checked out of the room and got back in the car. I could tell that Tara was exhausted and wasn't going to be much company on the ride back to school. I drove back, listening to the radio and Tara woke up as we were approaching our university."So, I have to ask" I said. "What was up with you and Lindsay and the outfits?"Tara chuckled, "I figured you weren't going to let that go. Lindsay has always been a tease around guys. As we both get older she gets some weird thrill out of teasing my boyfriends, but she never really does anything serious. Once though, a guy a was dating, Glen, tried to start feeling her up when I wasn't around. She told me and that was it for me and Glen."Every time I've spoken to her over the past month, she's talked about the whole April Fools weekend and that she would have to up her game with you. I thought wearing the blouse at the bar was it, but she went above and beyond. I will tell you, though, she came to me first thing the next day and told me you threw her out. And for the record, she wouldn't have let you fuck her. She would have pushed you to the point, then bailed.""Ok" I said, "But what about you last night wearing her outfit?""Oh! I was walking by the kitchen and saw her standing over you during the party, still teasing you. I was going to let her have it before we left, but when I saw her clothes crumpled up in her room after the party, I got a better idea."For once, I figured out a way to turn her little prank around on her and give you a bit of a treat at the same time. That's why I texted her that picture last night. Besides, you didn't seem to mind." she finished with a smirk."No" I said, "but next time, an even BETTER prank would be actually have your sister take your place, don't you think?"That earned me the final punch in the arm of the trip, the large bruise my souvenir of April Fools Day that year.By TruthWithaTwist for Literotica.

 My girlfriend and her sister play dueling practical jokes on me. By TruthWithaTwist. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. "Sisters before Misters. It's the golden rule." Tara declared. "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. [[MORE]] We got to the resort and it was everything we expected. It was a cheesy resort built for "romance weekends". They did a have a "lodge restaurant" and because it was off-season, we had no problem getting our choice of cabins and were told to come down the restaurant at any time. The guy working the front desk told us that the hot tub on the deck was usable, but suggested that we turn the heat on before dinner if we wanted to use it later. He also mentioned the romance package and asked if he could have it delivered while we dined. He said all of this unironically and without embarrassment. We made the short walk down a path to our cabin and were thrilled with what we found. It was roomy, with an oversized king bed. It had a glossy wooden floor that led to a loveseat, and two chairs that gathered by a large gas fireplace. The bed itself was a wonder to behold. A crimson bedspread was stretched across it. 6 stark white pillows were stacked at the top of the bed with a sort of long, red ribbon holding them all together. The bed itself was made of a wooden frame with large headboard. Just to the right of the bed, was a sliding glass door that went to the enclosed deck and the hot tub. The hot tub faced the lake but was still enclosed by the walls of the deck. There were instructions on the wall, and I got the heater for the hot tub started. As I was getting my bearings, the room behind me went dark for a split-second and suddenly was bathed in red. "BWAH-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA" said Tara as she started playing with the light switches on a bedstand. One switch bathed the room in red. The next started a sort of "disco-light" effect. Button 3 I ~think~ was light romance...as pastel circles, and blobs sort of migrated across the walls and ceiling. "What's that last switchy-thing?" I asked. Tara flipped a switch and we heard a "whirring" motion. From the bottom of the bed, a panel came up revealing a bed-width mirror. "Oh, well of course it is!" We both burst into laughter. I tackled Tara and we spilled on to the bed making out and making up for lost time. Hands started to wander. She started to rub my crotch through my jeans, I was working my way up her shirt. As we took a quick pause, I spoke up. "Babe. This place is amazing and I want nothing more than to fuck you right now, but I'm starving!!!! Can we go eat and then we have all night to experience the Adventureland theme park in our room?" "Absolutely". Tara went into the bathroom to freshen up. For the first time, I reached into my back pocket and found the money Henry had given me. I counted out five crisp $100 bills and was suddenly looking forward to a great meal. We threw our coats back on and walked over the restaurant. We gave the waiter our "dinner coupon" and placed our order. For a half-full resort, in the middle of nowhere, with a porn set for a cottage, the meal was surprisingly good. We started with a Manhattan and a Martini and thanks to the money Henry had slipped me, we splurged on an expensive bottle of wine. We ate and drank and ordered a bottle of Prosecco to take back to the room as we left the restaurant. We stumbled back to our room and keyed back in. On the coffee table was what looked like a large rectangular box of chocolates. Upon opening it, we found out it was our romance package. There were a number of "adult' items, all discretely packaged and wrapped inside. Like a kid on Christmas, Tara began opening each one. "Oh! Ok. Cherry flavored lube. That's kinda fun. Next, "Tickle her pink" arousal crème. Alrighty. We've got an Aqua-vibe! Some silicone cock rings. Massage Oil. And.." Tara then held up with great pride.... "A blindfold mask!" For the next few minutes we laughed and opened everything. Slowly, though, the mood went from humorous to sexy. We started to smell, taste and feel everything in the box. Tara got the ball rolling. "Why don't I grab those robes, you grab the vibe & the Prosecco and I'll meet you in the hot tub." I stripped down to my boxers and opened the Prosecco. Tara came out wrapped in a robe, holding some towels and handed me the other robe. We opened the sliding door and I lifted the cover off the hot tub. The cold air made the hot tub seem that much hotter, but we slowly lowered ourselves in with a number of "ohs" and "ahs" until we got comfortable, As we soaked and sipped the Prosecco, the stress of the day melted away. Our hands kept wandering, gently touching and stroking each other under the bubbles. Slowly, we started kissing. It was sensual, and exploratory. I started cupping one of her breasts while she started stroking my cock and balls. As our arousal grew, Tara whispered, "Did you bring that vibe?" I reached up and grabbed the small vibe off the edge of the tub. It looked like a small blue insect -- 3 inches long with two antennae at one end. Once the vibe was turned on, the antennae started to shake and vibrate. I moved the toy under the water and started using them on her nipples that were just under the surface. Tara moaned slightly and let her head loll back onto the deck's edge. I continued going back and forth between her nipples while I gently nuzzled and kissed her exposed neck. When I thought she was ready, I had the vibe work it's way down her ribcage, eliciting a giggle. The giggling stopped when I reached her crotch. I gently pushed her legs apart and started working the vibe over her clit.. It wasn't a toy that was meant for insertion, so I figured out a way to maintain my grip with my thumb and two fingers while inserting my ring and pinkie fingers slightly insider her. It all had the desired effect. Within a few minutes, I started to see the familiar red blotches on her shoulders and cheeks, telling me she was close. I kept up the motions until she started to come. The waters started to splash as Tara's hips flexed and shook. "Uh........uh.....yes.......fuck.........don't.........keep.......yes......fuck......ah" I moved the vibe away and let Tara catch her breath. As she started to come down from her high, she said, "Let's go inside and I can return the favor." We got out, jumped into our robes, and went inside. "Lay some clean towels down in front of the fire." I followed her instructions and watched her grab the flavored lube. "Now, lay down." I laid on my back by the fire and kept my eyes on Tara's amazing body. Her tits were still moist from the hot tub & her pussy swollen from her recent orgasm. As she stepped toward me, she opened the Cherry lube and began spreading it over her pussy. Once she was sufficiently covered, she took two fingers and started spreading it inside herself. She came over to me, poured a palmful of the fluid into her hand and started rubbing it up and down my erect cock. Once she was satisfied, she swung her legs over my head and pushed her cherry covered cunt on to my face. I took the hint and began licking and sucking. Tara wasted no time as she dropped down on to my cock and began licking off the lube. I was trying hard to breathe while still focusing on licking my way up and down her outer lips. As I worked my way around, I would shift up and gently start licking her clit. Every time I did, I noticed that her efforts on my cock increased. Figuring out that increasing her pleasure could increase my own -- I took my tongue and drove it as far into her pussy as a I could. It had the desired effect. Tara moaned around my cock and drove her mouth down to my balls. I could feel her tongue licking my shaft as she sucked down on my entire length. It quickly became too much for me. I grabbed down on her ass and pulled her pussy into my mouth. I latched onto her clit creating a vacuum suction while I rapidly licked it with the tip of my tongue. Tara's hips began to shake and she moaned even more. The moaning around my cock was like a tight, vibrating sheath that sent me over the edge. I exploded into her mouth and heard a cacophony of noises. My own moans, her moans, the sound of her gulping down the milky load, our combined mouths gasping for breath.....followed by two huge contented sighs. After getting her breath back, Tara spun herself around and settled into the crook of my arm & shoulder. We lay together, content and satiated. Then, slowly, we realized that our mouths were both covered in each others juices and cherry lube....and it was getting kind of gross. Tara told me to go clean off a bit. As I looked at the clock, I realized it was only 11:00, not 2am as I was expecting. I went into the bathroom, got some hot water running and soaked a washcloth in soap and the water. I washed off my face a few times until the combined stickiness was gone. Then, I got the sticky lube off my crotch as best I could. I was considering hopping in the shower real quick, when Tara started knocking on the door. "You almost done? I gotta pee and brush my teeth." "Yup. Two seconds." I brushed my teeth and let my girlfriend by with a quick smack on the ass. I threw on my robe, poured some more Prosecco, and laid on the bed. Admittedly, between the drinks and wine at dinner, plus the Prosecco, I was still riding the line of "buzzed" and "drunk". Add in the sudden activity and I was worn out. "You mind if I turn on the TV, babe?" "Not at all! I could use a little break" she yelled back through the bathroom door. I flipped around and found a cable show with an annoying couple trying to buy a 4-bedrrom house on 3 acres and a pool for $237K dollars. Tara came out, climbed onto the bed, and started playing around on her phone. After an episode and a half, I noticed Tara's hand was slowly snaking its way up my leg, under my robe. As she started stroking my cock, encouraging it back to life, she asked if I was ready for another round. I started to roll her over, until she put a hand on my chest. "Nope. You've been amazing this weekend. For me, my family, now it's time you get your reward. But....you have to trust me." "Uh.....ok." "Seriously babe. Trust me." With that, she started taking my robe off my shoulders. Once I was naked, she put some pillows under my head and reached over the side of the bed. She grabbed the large ribbon that had been around the pillows and started tying my right wrist to the bed frame (Oh.....THAT'S why they have that ribbon....duh). She swung over me, and started tying my left wrist, so I was spread eagle with my arms. Tara then got up and went over the Romance box. "I have to go in the bathroom and get ready. But before that, I want to get VERY ready." With that, she took a good dollup of the arousal gel and spread it over her clit and pussy lips. The reaction was instantaneous. "Oh fuck. That's amazing. It's heating up my pussy. Wow. I need to save this so I can get some more." With that, she went into the bathroom for a few minutes. Fortunately, I could still see Beth and Shawn complaining about the backsplash in the kitchen on the tv show, so I wasn't getting anxious. A few minutes later, Tara came back out with the robe on. "Sorry! For this part, we need one more thing." She walked over and hit the "red light" option on the bedstand. Next, off went the tv and up went the mirror. "Babe, I hope you're coming right into bed. Because if you want to kill the mood....leaving me tied up to only stare at my red-bathed cock and balls....that'll do it." "Don't worry. I have a surprise for you, but I don't want you see anything yet. With that, she put the sleep mask over my eyes. I heard her shuffling around, her suitcase unzipping and the bathroom door closing, then something strange happened. I heard the latches on the front door open and I felt a blast of cold air. As goosebumps erupted on my body, I heard the door close and a pair of high heeled shoes walking across our floor. The bathroom door closed again and I thought I heard muffled voices. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, I heard the door open again and I heard Tara say, "OK. Babe, like I said, you did a lot for my entire family and here's your surprise." I then felt movement on the bed and someone straddling me. I felt a pair of wet panties rubbing across my cock. The more the pussy rubbed, the more the juices seemed to flow. All of a sudden, there was a slight shift and I felt Tara's pussy engulf my cock. It felt like Tara had pulled her panties to the side and was grinding her clit against me, while starting to ride my cock with fervor. I didn't remember her wearing panties when we crawled into bed and was surprised she put them back on just to have blindfolded sex. The fact that I couldn't see her and couldn't move my arms to reach out to her multiplied the sensations exponentially. Tara kept alternating her motions. She would slow down, then pick up speed, then she would just stop and grind for a minute. At one point, she just sat there on my cock, and I felt her long hair start to tickle my chest as she licked my nipples. Eventually she started to pick up speed, but she kept me on the edge of coming again and again. Just as I started to moan that I couldn't take much more, the mask was ripped from my face and I saw a sight I would never forget. My alcohol-affected eyes were still blurry, and the room bathed in red which made everything surreal-- but there was Lindsay, in her yellow skirt riding me. She had on her white top from the party, unbuttoned to her navel so I could see her chest and tits perfectly. Looking down into the mirror, I could see her black heels and sure enough, pulled to the side were the purple checkered panties. She was grinding on my cock, rubbing her clit against me while she pumped back and forth. Her long brown hair was down over her face, with her head bent forward and her hands on my chest. The similarities between her and Tara was insane. I felt my cock somehow get even harder which was magnified by the fact that her pussy was absolutely on fire. My still-buzzed mind was going a million miles a second as I tried to take in the crazy scene. My brain rocketed back to the "we share everything" statement at the bar. I thought about the door opening while I was blindfolded. Was this some sisterly April Fools prank going to another level? My eyes were searching the room, looking for Tara. Was she watching? Did Lindsay somehow lock her in the bathroom? Where did she go? Lindsey was riding me harder now, her pussy gripping my cock. She was so wet, I could feel her lubricating my cock with every thrust of her hips. The fluids were running down my balls as she kept grinding away. The heat coming out of her was like nothing I had ever felt before and I felt the cum building up in my balls. Lindsey was quiet but riding me harder when she leaned back, tossing her hair behind her and giving me an unobstructed view of her tits and tight body. That's when it hit me. For the first time, I was able to see the tell-tale red flush on her chest, shoulders and neck through the thin, white shirt. "Babe....." I moaned. "Mmmmmmm.....I was wondering how long it would take you to figure it out." Tara said, "You like? Or is this too weird?" "Untie me, now. I'll show you." Tara reached up and released the loops around my wrists. Once my hands were free, they went right to her top, ripping the white blouse open. Buttons flew everywhere and I mauled her tits as she increased her speed on me. All the build-up and activity caught up to us at the same time. Just as I started to feel my cock release itself deep inside her, Tara started some deep guttural moans that ran through her body. She trembled, moaned and started thrashing on my cock. If it weren't for the fact we were in a remote cabin, we would have woken every neighbor around us. Tara was screaming and digging her nails into my chest. I shot stream after stream of cum into her pussy, thrusting up trying to milk the most out of both of our orgasms. Tara collapsed on to my chest as we gathered our breath back. I started to shift so I could go to the bathroom when she stopped me. "Hold on. I have to do one thing." Tara reached over to the nightstand and grabbed her phone. She wrapped her leg over my crotch and spread out her skirt a bit. She took what was left of her blouse and covered her exposed tits as she cuddled up against me. She aimed the camera into the mirror at the foot of the bed and snapped a picture. Once she was happy with her picture, I saw her send a text to Lindsey, "Meant to tell you I borrowed some of your clothes! Next time I'm home, I'll trade you for my black shirt back. April Fools!" She hit send, we both used the rest room and returned to the bed. Exhausted from everything, we both collapsed into a deep sleep. ------------ The first problem with a night of crazy, passionate sex in a romantic cabin, complete with toys, booze and bondage? Before you pass out, you don't think of things like pulling all the blinds and curtains closed. So, after the aforementioned night, I woke up the next morning with sunlight streaming into the room from multiple openings. I looked over to see Tara sprawled face down on the other side of the bed, but somehow she had found the sleep mask we had used the night before and she was using it for the intended reason -- to block out the light and get some sleep. I stumbled naked out of the bed, and started working my way around the room, trying to close as many of the blinds as I could. Even my best efforts resulted in the room being slightly darker, but nowhere near sleep-quality darkness. That's when I noticed the second problem with a passionate night in the cabin -- the leftover scents and smells. The room was filled with the sensory remnants of the night before, the burnt-out fireplace, cherry lubricant, lotions, stale prosecco, and of course, sex. I stumbled to the bathroom, relieved myself and wandered back to the bed. I picked up my phone to see that it was only 6:45 in the morning and flopped back into the bed, burying my head between some pillows to get some sleep. After what felt like only a few minutes, I felt Tara stirring next to me. I groaned and lifted my head to see that it was actually 9:30. My movements alerted Tara that I was awake and I heard her husky morning voice, "Morning, babe. Did I wake you?" "No. I was up earlier but managed to get back to sleep. Did you happen to ask what time checkout is today?" Tara got out of bed and walked over the table where she had dropped our packet of information when we arrived. Her hair was a tousled mess, but I focused more on the movement of her ass as she walked across the room. From the bed, I could see her breasts lightly bounce as bent over to pick up the paperwork and walk back to the bed. "Well, we missed breakfast. That ended at 9:00." she read as she sat down, "Checkout is at 11. I'm fine if we just want to pack up and hit the road, we can grab an early lunch on the way out. Tara then looked up at our reflection in the weird bed-mirror, "But first, I need to shower. Holy fuck, I'm a mess." She took her hand and gently rubbed the surface of her pussy. "I'm sore, too, but that arousal crème they gave us was unbelievable. I was on fire before you even touched me last night." "That was crazy, babe. What made you think of the whole 'dressing up like your sister' thing?" I asked. "It's a long story and we have time in the car, I'll tell you the whole thing." Tara was still gently touching her pussy at this point. Not masterbating by any stretch, but just lazily running her hand over her mostly hairless crotch. "But I really do need a shower, I'm so sticky and gross right now." She glanced over and saw that even her slight movements were making me hard. "Tell you what. We do have a little time and since we both need to clean up anyway, why don't you give me a minute or two and meet me in there?" With that, Tara jumped up and started walking toward the bathroom. Her ass seemed to have a little extra swagger as she glanced over her shoulder with a smirk, knowing I was going to be close behind her. I waited a few minutes as I heard the sink run, toilet flush and the shower start. I then made my way to the bathroom where I brushed my teeth to get rid of my morning breath and started toward the shower. Admittedly, for such a romantic room, the shower was pretty standard. It was slightly oversized, with a large glass door that faced the rest of the bathroom. Through the steamy glass, I could see Tara with her head leaning back into the water, letting the spray cascade down her head and body. I slid into the chamber behind her and started to run my hands up her sides to cup her tits. I moved her wet hair over her shoulder so I could start kissing the back of her neck as ground my cock against her ass. Tara slid forward a bit to let the hot water wash over me as she grabbed for the bar of soap in the soap dish. "Here" she said, "wash my back." Tara handed me bar of soap and I used it to start washing her back. I built up a lather and worked my way back to her tits. I could feel her nipples tighten under the soap as ran my hands all over her chest. I kept building up more soapy bubbles and started to run one hand down toward her pussy. "Babe, I can't. I'm still too sore from last night" she said as she grabbed my wrist and pulled it away from her sex. "Plus, I said you could wash my back." As Tara said it, she pushed back and gyrated her ass against my crotch. Taking the hint, I moved my hands to her back, but this time started working them lower. I used my slippery, soapy hands to massage and caress her ass cheeks. Thanks to our positioning, my cock was getting coated with the soap, too. I took my right hand and started to work my way into the cleft of her ass cheeks. As I started to brush my soapy fingers against Tara's puckered hole, she shifted her weight forward, extended her arms and leaned against the wall of the shower. This pressed her ass against me more and I used more soap to add lubrication to my cock and her hole. When we were both fully lubricated, I gripped my cock in my hand and started to press the head against her asshole. Tara and I were no strangers to anal play and thanks to the amount of soap we used, the head of my cock popped through her tight ring without much resistance. Whenever I slid into her ass, Tara would let loose with what I could only call a guttural moan and this time was no exception. Even though my cock had been sucked and fucked nearly raw the night before, the feeling of her tight ass wrapped around me was amazing. I didn't waste any time and started to thrust in and out of her ass, feeling the falling water splash over us while the wet sounds of flesh slapping together filled the room. "Uggghhhh....fuck my ass babe. Make me your little ass whore." Whenever we had anal sex, Tara's sex drive would go into overdrive and she would go from lusty to slutty in seconds. With my slippery hands and the shower water, I was having a problem getting a good grip on her hips and we starting to slip in the shower. "C'mon, Jason. Don't stop now. What happened, did I wear you out last night? You're not gonna go soft in my ass are you? Fuck me like you mean it. Dump your cum into my ass, baby." Tara's mouth and dirty talk sent me over the edge. I pulled my dick out of her ass with a pop and whipped open the shower door. I grabbed Tara's soaking wet body and lifted her up and out of the shower. As our feet hit the bathroom floor, I pushed her down on the ground so that she was laying flat with her naked body pressed against the tiles. I spread her ass cheeks one more time and thrusted into her. With the floor under her, I was able to fully work my entire length into her ass. Tara was grunting and moaning with every thrust of my cock. With the bathroom acting as an echo chamber, our cries were reflecting back on us and magnifying our every sound. Just as I felt Tara's body start to shake and tremble under me, I felt my cock start to explode in her. Wave after wave of hot cum poured into her ass. Tara was literally whimpering under me and for a minute I thought I was going to pass out. The explosion of my orgasm, the heat of the shower, and the steam filling the room all had my head spinning. I pulled my softening cock out of Tara's ass and opened the door to the bathroom, letting the cool air pour in. I sat against the doorframe as Tara continued to lay on the floor. After a few minutes, she began to stir. She picked herself up off the floor and got back into the shower. I reached over and wrapped a towel around my waist and started to clean up the room and pack our belongings. When Tara emerged from the shower, I hopped in to clean myself off. Once we were both showered and dressed, we grabbed our bags, checked out of the room and got back in the car. I could tell that Tara was exhausted and wasn't going to be much company on the ride back to school. I drove back, listening to the radio and Tara woke up as we were approaching our university. "So, I have to ask" I said. "What was up with you and Lindsay and the outfits?" Tara chuckled, "I figured you weren't going to let that go. Lindsay has always been a tease around guys. As we both get older she gets some weird thrill out of teasing my boyfriends, but she never really does anything serious. Once though, a guy a was dating, Glen, tried to start feeling her up when I wasn't around. She told me and that was it for me and Glen. "Every time I've spoken to her over the past month, she's talked about the whole April Fools weekend and that she would have to up her game with you. I thought wearing the blouse at the bar was it, but she went above and beyond. I will tell you, though, she came to me first thing the next day and told me you threw her out. And for the record, she wouldn't have let you fuck her. She would have pushed you to the point, then bailed." "Ok" I said, "But what about you last night wearing her outfit?" "Oh! I was walking by the kitchen and saw her standing over you during the party, still teasing you. I was going to let her have it before we left, but when I saw her clothes crumpled up in her room after the party, I got a better idea. "For once, I figured out a way to turn her little prank around on her and give you a bit of a treat at the same time. That's why I texted her that picture last night. Besides, you didn't seem to mind." she finished with a smirk. "No" I said, "but next time, an even BETTER prank would be actually have your sister take your place, don't you think?" That earned me the final punch in the arm of the trip, the large bruise my souvenir of April Fools Day that year. By TruthWithaTwist for Literotica.

 My girlfriend and her sister play dueling practical jokes on me. By TruthWithaTwist. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. "Sisters before Misters. It's the golden rule." Tara declared. "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. [[MORE]] We got to the resort and it was everything we expected. It was a cheesy resort built for "romance weekends". They did a have a "lodge restaurant" and because it was off-season, we had no problem getting our choice of cabins and were told to come down the restaurant at any time. The guy working the front desk told us that the hot tub on the deck was usable, but suggested that we turn the heat on before dinner if we wanted to use it later. He also mentioned the romance package and asked if he could have it delivered while we dined. He said all of this unironically and without embarrassment. We made the short walk down a path to our cabin and were thrilled with what we found. It was roomy, with an oversized king bed. It had a glossy wooden floor that led to a loveseat, and two chairs that gathered by a large gas fireplace. The bed itself was a wonder to behold. A crimson bedspread was stretched across it. 6 stark white pillows were stacked at the top of the bed with a sort of long, red ribbon holding them all together. The bed itself was made of a wooden frame with large headboard. Just to the right of the bed, was a sliding glass door that went to the enclosed deck and the hot tub. The hot tub faced the lake but was still enclosed by the walls of the deck. There were instructions on the wall, and I got the heater for the hot tub started. As I was getting my bearings, the room behind me went dark for a split-second and suddenly was bathed in red. "BWAH-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA" said Tara as she started playing with the light switches on a bedstand. One switch bathed the room in red. The next started a sort of "disco-light" effect. Button 3 I ~think~ was light romance...as pastel circles, and blobs sort of migrated across the walls and ceiling. "What's that last switchy-thing?" I asked. Tara flipped a switch and we heard a "whirring" motion. From the bottom of the bed, a panel came up revealing a bed-width mirror. "Oh, well of course it is!" We both burst into laughter. I tackled Tara and we spilled on to the bed making out and making up for lost time. Hands started to wander. She started to rub my crotch through my jeans, I was working my way up her shirt. As we took a quick pause, I spoke up. "Babe. This place is amazing and I want nothing more than to fuck you right now, but I'm starving!!!! Can we go eat and then we have all night to experience the Adventureland theme park in our room?" "Absolutely". Tara went into the bathroom to freshen up. For the first time, I reached into my back pocket and found the money Henry had given me. I counted out five crisp $100 bills and was suddenly looking forward to a great meal. We threw our coats back on and walked over the restaurant. We gave the waiter our "dinner coupon" and placed our order. For a half-full resort, in the middle of nowhere, with a porn set for a cottage, the meal was surprisingly good. We started with a Manhattan and a Martini and thanks to the money Henry had slipped me, we splurged on an expensive bottle of wine. We ate and drank and ordered a bottle of Prosecco to take back to the room as we left the restaurant. We stumbled back to our room and keyed back in. On the coffee table was what looked like a large rectangular box of chocolates. Upon opening it, we found out it was our romance package. There were a number of "adult' items, all discretely packaged and wrapped inside. Like a kid on Christmas, Tara began opening each one. "Oh! Ok. Cherry flavored lube. That's kinda fun. Next, "Tickle her pink" arousal crème. Alrighty. We've got an Aqua-vibe! Some silicone cock rings. Massage Oil. And.." Tara then held up with great pride.... "A blindfold mask!" For the next few minutes we laughed and opened everything. Slowly, though, the mood went from humorous to sexy. We started to smell, taste and feel everything in the box. Tara got the ball rolling. "Why don't I grab those robes, you grab the vibe & the Prosecco and I'll meet you in the hot tub." I stripped down to my boxers and opened the Prosecco. Tara came out wrapped in a robe, holding some towels and handed me the other robe. We opened the sliding door and I lifted the cover off the hot tub. The cold air made the hot tub seem that much hotter, but we slowly lowered ourselves in with a number of "ohs" and "ahs" until we got comfortable, As we soaked and sipped the Prosecco, the stress of the day melted away. Our hands kept wandering, gently touching and stroking each other under the bubbles. Slowly, we started kissing. It was sensual, and exploratory. I started cupping one of her breasts while she started stroking my cock and balls. As our arousal grew, Tara whispered, "Did you bring that vibe?" I reached up and grabbed the small vibe off the edge of the tub. It looked like a small blue insect -- 3 inches long with two antennae at one end. Once the vibe was turned on, the antennae started to shake and vibrate. I moved the toy under the water and started using them on her nipples that were just under the surface. Tara moaned slightly and let her head loll back onto the deck's edge. I continued going back and forth between her nipples while I gently nuzzled and kissed her exposed neck. When I thought she was ready, I had the vibe work it's way down her ribcage, eliciting a giggle. The giggling stopped when I reached her crotch. I gently pushed her legs apart and started working the vibe over her clit.. It wasn't a toy that was meant for insertion, so I figured out a way to maintain my grip with my thumb and two fingers while inserting my ring and pinkie fingers slightly insider her. It all had the desired effect. Within a few minutes, I started to see the familiar red blotches on her shoulders and cheeks, telling me she was close. I kept up the motions until she started to come. The waters started to splash as Tara's hips flexed and shook. "Uh........uh.....yes.......fuck.........don't.........keep.......yes......fuck......ah" I moved the vibe away and let Tara catch her breath. As she started to come down from her high, she said, "Let's go inside and I can return the favor." We got out, jumped into our robes, and went inside. "Lay some clean towels down in front of the fire." I followed her instructions and watched her grab the flavored lube. "Now, lay down." I laid on my back by the fire and kept my eyes on Tara's amazing body. Her tits were still moist from the hot tub & her pussy swollen from her recent orgasm. As she stepped toward me, she opened the Cherry lube and began spreading it over her pussy. Once she was sufficiently covered, she took two fingers and started spreading it inside herself. She came over to me, poured a palmful of the fluid into her hand and started rubbing it up and down my erect cock. Once she was satisfied, she swung her legs over my head and pushed her cherry covered cunt on to my face. I took the hint and began licking and sucking. Tara wasted no time as she dropped down on to my cock and began licking off the lube. I was trying hard to breathe while still focusing on licking my way up and down her outer lips. As I worked my way around, I would shift up and gently start licking her clit. Every time I did, I noticed that her efforts on my cock increased. Figuring out that increasing her pleasure could increase my own -- I took my tongue and drove it as far into her pussy as a I could. It had the desired effect. Tara moaned around my cock and drove her mouth down to my balls. I could feel her tongue licking my shaft as she sucked down on my entire length. It quickly became too much for me. I grabbed down on her ass and pulled her pussy into my mouth. I latched onto her clit creating a vacuum suction while I rapidly licked it with the tip of my tongue. Tara's hips began to shake and she moaned even more. The moaning around my cock was like a tight, vibrating sheath that sent me over the edge. I exploded into her mouth and heard a cacophony of noises. My own moans, her moans, the sound of her gulping down the milky load, our combined mouths gasping for breath.....followed by two huge contented sighs. After getting her breath back, Tara spun herself around and settled into the crook of my arm & shoulder. We lay together, content and satiated. Then, slowly, we realized that our mouths were both covered in each others juices and cherry lube....and it was getting kind of gross. Tara told me to go clean off a bit. As I looked at the clock, I realized it was only 11:00, not 2am as I was expecting. I went into the bathroom, got some hot water running and soaked a washcloth in soap and the water. I washed off my face a few times until the combined stickiness was gone. Then, I got the sticky lube off my crotch as best I could. I was considering hopping in the shower real quick, when Tara started knocking on the door. "You almost done? I gotta pee and brush my teeth." "Yup. Two seconds." I brushed my teeth and let my girlfriend by with a quick smack on the ass. I threw on my robe, poured some more Prosecco, and laid on the bed. Admittedly, between the drinks and wine at dinner, plus the Prosecco, I was still riding the line of "buzzed" and "drunk". Add in the sudden activity and I was worn out. "You mind if I turn on the TV, babe?" "Not at all! I could use a little break" she yelled back through the bathroom door. I flipped around and found a cable show with an annoying couple trying to buy a 4-bedrrom house on 3 acres and a pool for $237K dollars. Tara came out, climbed onto the bed, and started playing around on her phone. After an episode and a half, I noticed Tara's hand was slowly snaking its way up my leg, under my robe. As she started stroking my cock, encouraging it back to life, she asked if I was ready for another round. I started to roll her over, until she put a hand on my chest. "Nope. You've been amazing this weekend. For me, my family, now it's time you get your reward. But....you have to trust me." "Uh.....ok." "Seriously babe. Trust me." With that, she started taking my robe off my shoulders. Once I was naked, she put some pillows under my head and reached over the side of the bed. She grabbed the large ribbon that had been around the pillows and started tying my right wrist to the bed frame (Oh.....THAT'S why they have that ribbon....duh). She swung over me, and started tying my left wrist, so I was spread eagle with my arms. Tara then got up and went over the Romance box. "I have to go in the bathroom and get ready. But before that, I want to get VERY ready." With that, she took a good dollup of the arousal gel and spread it over her clit and pussy lips. The reaction was instantaneous. "Oh fuck. That's amazing. It's heating up my pussy. Wow. I need to save this so I can get some more." With that, she went into the bathroom for a few minutes. Fortunately, I could still see Beth and Shawn complaining about the backsplash in the kitchen on the tv show, so I wasn't getting anxious. A few minutes later, Tara came back out with the robe on. "Sorry! For this part, we need one more thing." She walked over and hit the "red light" option on the bedstand. Next, off went the tv and up went the mirror. "Babe, I hope you're coming right into bed. Because if you want to kill the mood....leaving me tied up to only stare at my red-bathed cock and balls....that'll do it." "Don't worry. I have a surprise for you, but I don't want you see anything yet. With that, she put the sleep mask over my eyes. I heard her shuffling around, her suitcase unzipping and the bathroom door closing, then something strange happened. I heard the latches on the front door open and I felt a blast of cold air. As goosebumps erupted on my body, I heard the door close and a pair of high heeled shoes walking across our floor. The bathroom door closed again and I thought I heard muffled voices. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, I heard the door open again and I heard Tara say, "OK. Babe, like I said, you did a lot for my entire family and here's your surprise." I then felt movement on the bed and someone straddling me. I felt a pair of wet panties rubbing across my cock. The more the pussy rubbed, the more the juices seemed to flow. All of a sudden, there was a slight shift and I felt Tara's pussy engulf my cock. It felt like Tara had pulled her panties to the side and was grinding her clit against me, while starting to ride my cock with fervor. I didn't remember her wearing panties when we crawled into bed and was surprised she put them back on just to have blindfolded sex. The fact that I couldn't see her and couldn't move my arms to reach out to her multiplied the sensations exponentially. Tara kept alternating her motions. She would slow down, then pick up speed, then she would just stop and grind for a minute. At one point, she just sat there on my cock, and I felt her long hair start to tickle my chest as she licked my nipples. Eventually she started to pick up speed, but she kept me on the edge of coming again and again. Just as I started to moan that I couldn't take much more, the mask was ripped from my face and I saw a sight I would never forget. My alcohol-affected eyes were still blurry, and the room bathed in red which made everything surreal-- but there was Lindsay, in her yellow skirt riding me. She had on her white top from the party, unbuttoned to her navel so I could see her chest and tits perfectly. Looking down into the mirror, I could see her black heels and sure enough, pulled to the side were the purple checkered panties. She was grinding on my cock, rubbing her clit against me while she pumped back and forth. Her long brown hair was down over her face, with her head bent forward and her hands on my chest. The similarities between her and Tara was insane. I felt my cock somehow get even harder which was magnified by the fact that her pussy was absolutely on fire. My still-buzzed mind was going a million miles a second as I tried to take in the crazy scene. My brain rocketed back to the "we share everything" statement at the bar. I thought about the door opening while I was blindfolded. Was this some sisterly April Fools prank going to another level? My eyes were searching the room, looking for Tara. Was she watching? Did Lindsay somehow lock her in the bathroom? Where did she go? Lindsey was riding me harder now, her pussy gripping my cock. She was so wet, I could feel her lubricating my cock with every thrust of her hips. The fluids were running down my balls as she kept grinding away. The heat coming out of her was like nothing I had ever felt before and I felt the cum building up in my balls. Lindsey was quiet but riding me harder when she leaned back, tossing her hair behind her and giving me an unobstructed view of her tits and tight body. That's when it hit me. For the first time, I was able to see the tell-tale red flush on her chest, shoulders and neck through the thin, white shirt. "Babe....." I moaned. "Mmmmmmm.....I was wondering how long it would take you to figure it out." Tara said, "You like? Or is this too weird?" "Untie me, now. I'll show you." Tara reached up and released the loops around my wrists. Once my hands were free, they went right to her top, ripping the white blouse open. Buttons flew everywhere and I mauled her tits as she increased her speed on me. All the build-up and activity caught up to us at the same time. Just as I started to feel my cock release itself deep inside her, Tara started some deep guttural moans that ran through her body. She trembled, moaned and started thrashing on my cock. If it weren't for the fact we were in a remote cabin, we would have woken every neighbor around us. Tara was screaming and digging her nails into my chest. I shot stream after stream of cum into her pussy, thrusting up trying to milk the most out of both of our orgasms. Tara collapsed on to my chest as we gathered our breath back. I started to shift so I could go to the bathroom when she stopped me. "Hold on. I have to do one thing." Tara reached over to the nightstand and grabbed her phone. She wrapped her leg over my crotch and spread out her skirt a bit. She took what was left of her blouse and covered her exposed tits as she cuddled up against me. She aimed the camera into the mirror at the foot of the bed and snapped a picture. Once she was happy with her picture, I saw her send a text to Lindsey, "Meant to tell you I borrowed some of your clothes! Next time I'm home, I'll trade you for my black shirt back. April Fools!" She hit send, we both used the rest room and returned to the bed. Exhausted from everything, we both collapsed into a deep sleep. ------------ The first problem with a night of crazy, passionate sex in a romantic cabin, complete with toys, booze and bondage? Before you pass out, you don't think of things like pulling all the blinds and curtains closed. So, after the aforementioned night, I woke up the next morning with sunlight streaming into the room from multiple openings. I looked over to see Tara sprawled face down on the other side of the bed, but somehow she had found the sleep mask we had used the night before and she was using it for the intended reason -- to block out the light and get some sleep. I stumbled naked out of the bed, and started working my way around the room, trying to close as many of the blinds as I could. Even my best efforts resulted in the room being slightly darker, but nowhere near sleep-quality darkness. That's when I noticed the second problem with a passionate night in the cabin -- the leftover scents and smells. The room was filled with the sensory remnants of the night before, the burnt-out fireplace, cherry lubricant, lotions, stale prosecco, and of course, sex. I stumbled to the bathroom, relieved myself and wandered back to the bed. I picked up my phone to see that it was only 6:45 in the morning and flopped back into the bed, burying my head between some pillows to get some sleep. After what felt like only a few minutes, I felt Tara stirring next to me. I groaned and lifted my head to see that it was actually 9:30. My movements alerted Tara that I was awake and I heard her husky morning voice, "Morning, babe. Did I wake you?" "No. I was up earlier but managed to get back to sleep. Did you happen to ask what time checkout is today?" Tara got out of bed and walked over the table where she had dropped our packet of information when we arrived. Her hair was a tousled mess, but I focused more on the movement of her ass as she walked across the room. From the bed, I could see her breasts lightly bounce as bent over to pick up the paperwork and walk back to the bed. "Well, we missed breakfast. That ended at 9:00." she read as she sat down, "Checkout is at 11. I'm fine if we just want to pack up and hit the road, we can grab an early lunch on the way out. Tara then looked up at our reflection in the weird bed-mirror, "But first, I need to shower. Holy fuck, I'm a mess." She took her hand and gently rubbed the surface of her pussy. "I'm sore, too, but that arousal crème they gave us was unbelievable. I was on fire before you even touched me last night." "That was crazy, babe. What made you think of the whole 'dressing up like your sister' thing?" I asked. "It's a long story and we have time in the car, I'll tell you the whole thing." Tara was still gently touching her pussy at this point. Not masterbating by any stretch, but just lazily running her hand over her mostly hairless crotch. "But I really do need a shower, I'm so sticky and gross right now." She glanced over and saw that even her slight movements were making me hard. "Tell you what. We do have a little time and since we both need to clean up anyway, why don't you give me a minute or two and meet me in there?" With that, Tara jumped up and started walking toward the bathroom. Her ass seemed to have a little extra swagger as she glanced over her shoulder with a smirk, knowing I was going to be close behind her. I waited a few minutes as I heard the sink run, toilet flush and the shower start. I then made my way to the bathroom where I brushed my teeth to get rid of my morning breath and started toward the shower. Admittedly, for such a romantic room, the shower was pretty standard. It was slightly oversized, with a large glass door that faced the rest of the bathroom. Through the steamy glass, I could see Tara with her head leaning back into the water, letting the spray cascade down her head and body. I slid into the chamber behind her and started to run my hands up her sides to cup her tits. I moved her wet hair over her shoulder so I could start kissing the back of her neck as ground my cock against her ass. Tara slid forward a bit to let the hot water wash over me as she grabbed for the bar of soap in the soap dish. "Here" she said, "wash my back." Tara handed me bar of soap and I used it to start washing her back. I built up a lather and worked my way back to her tits. I could feel her nipples tighten under the soap as ran my hands all over her chest. I kept building up more soapy bubbles and started to run one hand down toward her pussy. "Babe, I can't. I'm still too sore from last night" she said as she grabbed my wrist and pulled it away from her sex. "Plus, I said you could wash my back." As Tara said it, she pushed back and gyrated her ass against my crotch. Taking the hint, I moved my hands to her back, but this time started working them lower. I used my slippery, soapy hands to massage and caress her ass cheeks. Thanks to our positioning, my cock was getting coated with the soap, too. I took my right hand and started to work my way into the cleft of her ass cheeks. As I started to brush my soapy fingers against Tara's puckered hole, she shifted her weight forward, extended her arms and leaned against the wall of the shower. This pressed her ass against me more and I used more soap to add lubrication to my cock and her hole. When we were both fully lubricated, I gripped my cock in my hand and started to press the head against her asshole. Tara and I were no strangers to anal play and thanks to the amount of soap we used, the head of my cock popped through her tight ring without much resistance. Whenever I slid into her ass, Tara would let loose with what I could only call a guttural moan and this time was no exception. Even though my cock had been sucked and fucked nearly raw the night before, the feeling of her tight ass wrapped around me was amazing. I didn't waste any time and started to thrust in and out of her ass, feeling the falling water splash over us while the wet sounds of flesh slapping together filled the room. "Uggghhhh....fuck my ass babe. Make me your little ass whore." Whenever we had anal sex, Tara's sex drive would go into overdrive and she would go from lusty to slutty in seconds. With my slippery hands and the shower water, I was having a problem getting a good grip on her hips and we starting to slip in the shower. "C'mon, Jason. Don't stop now. What happened, did I wear you out last night? You're not gonna go soft in my ass are you? Fuck me like you mean it. Dump your cum into my ass, baby." Tara's mouth and dirty talk sent me over the edge. I pulled my dick out of her ass with a pop and whipped open the shower door. I grabbed Tara's soaking wet body and lifted her up and out of the shower. As our feet hit the bathroom floor, I pushed her down on the ground so that she was laying flat with her naked body pressed against the tiles. I spread her ass cheeks one more time and thrusted into her. With the floor under her, I was able to fully work my entire length into her ass. Tara was grunting and moaning with every thrust of my cock. With the bathroom acting as an echo chamber, our cries were reflecting back on us and magnifying our every sound. Just as I felt Tara's body start to shake and tremble under me, I felt my cock start to explode in her. Wave after wave of hot cum poured into her ass. Tara was literally whimpering under me and for a minute I thought I was going to pass out. The explosion of my orgasm, the heat of the shower, and the steam filling the room all had my head spinning. I pulled my softening cock out of Tara's ass and opened the door to the bathroom, letting the cool air pour in. I sat against the doorframe as Tara continued to lay on the floor. After a few minutes, she began to stir. She picked herself up off the floor and got back into the shower. I reached over and wrapped a towel around my waist and started to clean up the room and pack our belongings. When Tara emerged from the shower, I hopped in to clean myself off. Once we were both showered and dressed, we grabbed our bags, checked out of the room and got back in the car. I could tell that Tara was exhausted and wasn't going to be much company on the ride back to school. I drove back, listening to the radio and Tara woke up as we were approaching our university. "So, I have to ask" I said. "What was up with you and Lindsay and the outfits?" Tara chuckled, "I figured you weren't going to let that go. Lindsay has always been a tease around guys. As we both get older she gets some weird thrill out of teasing my boyfriends, but she never really does anything serious. Once though, a guy a was dating, Glen, tried to start feeling her up when I wasn't around. She told me and that was it for me and Glen. "Every time I've spoken to her over the past month, she's talked about the whole April Fools weekend and that she would have to up her game with you. I thought wearing the blouse at the bar was it, but she went above and beyond. I will tell you, though, she came to me first thing the next day and told me you threw her out. And for the record, she wouldn't have let you fuck her. She would have pushed you to the point, then bailed." "Ok" I said, "But what about you last night wearing her outfit?" "Oh! I was walking by the kitchen and saw her standing over you during the party, still teasing you. I was going to let her have it before we left, but when I saw her clothes crumpled up in her room after the party, I got a better idea. "For once, I figured out a way to turn her little prank around on her and give you a bit of a treat at the same time. That's why I texted her that picture last night. Besides, you didn't seem to mind." she finished with a smirk. "No" I said, "but next time, an even BETTER prank would be actually have your sister take your place, don't you think?" That earned me the final punch in the arm of the trip, the large bruise my souvenir of April Fools Day that year. By TruthWithaTwist for Literotica.

El golfista barranquillero, Ricardo Celia, será uno de los representantes de Colombia en el Astara Golf Championship 2024, que hace parte del Korn Ferry Tour, avalado por la Professional Golfers' Association of America, PGA, el cual se jugará en el Country Club de Bogotá, a partir del 8 de febrero del 2024.

Astara Raven spent much of her adult life as an architect and is well-versed in the synergies of landscape and environment. A move from the San Francisco Bay area to Omaha was the catalyst for change, and now as a pragmatic mystic, she utilizes these same skills and gifts to help people get all systems firing and operate at a new frequency. Sasha knows firsthand the power of healing activities and shares her story of how Astara helped guide her out of her darkest days. As you listen, think about the landscape of your life. If you are feeling unsettled, cracked or stuck, remember,  “it only take a minute to change your mind, connect to your heart, and fly yourself to a whole new frequency.” – Astara Raven, How The Stars Tell TimeConnect with Astara:astararaven.love Schedule a free call to learn more at here contact page! astararaven.love/contact Find her book How the Stars Tell Time on amazon a.co/d/2F0bGqNConnect with us:betterbeings.netIG: @be.a.better.beingMichelle: @betterbeingsusSasha: @sasha.patriciaYouTube: Michelle Zellner - Be A Better Being Podcast playlist

Over 4.5 million mothers and babies die each year from preventable conditions during pregnancy, birth or in the few weeks of life; 95% of these in lower-income countries. Maternal health supply chains are a key element to ensure medicines and equipment reach those who need it. Last mile delivery of medicines to hard-to-reach places is critical to addressing maternal and baby deaths. This Social Impact Pioneer podcast delves into the transformative partnership between Global Financing Facility (GFF), MSD for Mothers, the Mozambique Government, the USP Foundation and a caste of other public and private actors. Their ground-breaking collaboration focuses on improving maternal health supply chains, particularly in Mozambique. Listen in to this podcast to learn how public-private partnerships can tackle complex health issues effectively and exemplify the power of shared information for good. Social Impact Pioneers - Jeffrey Jacobs and Tara Tagmyer have both dedicated their careers to solving complex health challenges. From vaccine design to last-mile delivery of medical supplies to remote health facilities. During this conversation expect to learn first-hand, practical ways to bring big organisations together to share expertise and importantly complex data sets in order to create health provision solutions. As Tara explains the crucial role of AI in strengthening these supply chains underscores the synergy of technology and healthcare. Links: Business Fights Poverty and our collaboration with the Global Financing Facility on the role of business in delivering healthier futures for women, children and adolescents, available at: https://businessfightspoverty.org/gff-delivering-healthier-futures-for-women-children-and-adolescents/ Jacobs, J., LinkedIn Profile, available at: https://www.linkedin.com/in/jeffrey-l-jacobs MSD for Mothers, Who We Are, available at: https://www.msdformothers.com/who-we-are.html Statista 2023, Infant Mortality Rate 2023, available at: https://www.statista.com/statistics/264714/countries-with-the-highest-infant-mortality-rate/ Tagmyer, T., LinkedIn Profile, available at: https://www.linkedin.com/in/tara-tagmyer-b7bb154b/ UN WHO, 2023, A woman dies every two minutes due to pregnancy or childbirth: UN agencies, available at: https://www.who.int/news/item/23-02-2023-a-woman-dies-every-two-minutes-due-to-pregnancy-or-childbirth--un-agencies WHO, 2023, Global Progress In Tackling Maternal and New-born Deaths Stalls Since 2015, available at: https://www.who.int/news/item/09-05-2023-global-progress-in-tackling-maternal-and-newborn-deaths-stalls-since-2015--un.

A GENTLE HELL by Karan Bishop   Her entire life Tara has had a need to expose the dark side of the soul. She was exposed to the occult by her family growing up and suffered deep personal loses. She dealt with the grief and pain by becoming an undercover agent for the FBI. She teams with two other women who share a similar background. They are only called to action when the FBI needs a team of experts to investigate occult crime. Tara's team is called to Denver, Colorado to deal with a cult involved in child prostitution and the drug trade. As Tara's team comes close to exposing this cult the danger grows. Before it is over they will experience the full impact of the cult's cruelty and violence. Through this experience their lives are changed forever. Join them as they face the gentle hell that is true evil.About the Author Karan R. Bishop was born in Laramie, Wyoming in 1951. Over her life, she has been a teacher, social worker, and author. Most importantly, she has been a loving mother and mentor to her now-grown sons. https://www.pageturner.us/bookstore/a-gentle-hell https://karanbishop.com/      http://www.bluefunkbroadcasting.com/root/twia/111623pt1.mp3  

In the dark morning hours of February 23rd, 2022, in Green Bay, Wisconsin, Tara Pakanich was awakened by a loud bang. Warm under her blankets, still groggy from a sound sleep, the startling noise seemed like it could've been only one thing: the storm door. As Tara got out of bed to investigate, she noticed the lights still on in the basement, where her 24-year-old son, Shad Thyrion, had been hanging out for the last couple of days. But no one was down there now. As she headed back up the basement stairs, something strange suddenly caught her eye: a bucket with a beach towel draped over top. How to support: For extra perks including exclusive content, early release, and ad-free episodes - Go to - Patreon How to connect: Website Instagram Facebook Twitter Please check out our sponsors and help support the podcast: Zocdoc - Go to zocdoc.com/MADNESS and download the Zocdoc app for FREE. Then find and book a top-rated doctor today. Many are available within 24 hours. Better Help - This episode is brought to you by BetterHelp - Give online therapy a try at betterhelp.com/MADNESS and get on your way to being your best self. Babbel - Get up to 55% off your subscription when you go to babbel.com/Madness PDS Debt - PDS DEBT is offering free debt analysis to our listeners just for completing the quick and easy debt assessment at www.PDSDebt.com/mad Vessi - Click vessi.com/MADNESS and use code MADNESS for 15% off your entire order! Free shipping to CA, US, AU,JP, TW,KR, SG Hello Fresh - Go to HelloFresh.com/madness50 and use code madness50 for 50% off, plus your first box ships free! Manly Bands - There's no better time to invest in a Manly Bands wedding ring than right now. We're offering a 25% discount on all wedding rings at ManlyBands.com with code MADNESS. Rocket Money - Stop throwing your money away. Cancel unwanted subscriptions and manage your expenses the easy way by going to RocketMoney.com/minds Liquid IV - Grab your Liquid I.V. Hydration Multiplier Sugar-Free in bulk nationwide at Costco or get 20% off when you go to www.liquid-iv.com and use code MADNESS at checkout. DAVE - Download Dave today at Dave.com/madness. You could get up to $500 in 5 minutes or less! No credit check. No late fees. Research & Writing: Nicole Colin & Katherine Thomas - Epigram Literary Group Editing: Aiden Wolf Sources: gofundme.com google.ca/maps  world-weather.info world-weather.info  friendsofthefox.org dnr.wisconson.gov dnr.wisconsin.gov 2 en.wikipedia.org  en.wikipedia.org 2 embed.documentcloud.org wbay.com  webmd.com facebook.com facebook.com 2 facebook.com 3 facebook.com 4` newcomergreenbay.com yahoo.com yahoo.com 2 oxygen.com heavy.com heavy.com 2 heavy.com 3 greenbaypressgazette.com msn.com dailymail.co.uk dailymail.co.uk 2 psychologytoday.com psychologytoday.com 2 readykids.com.au psychcentral.com lawandcrime.com lawandcrime.com 2 the-sun.com the-sun.com 2 meawww.com insideedition.com insideedition.com 2 insideedition.com 3 insideedition.com 4 insideedition.com 5 legacy.com Eauclairecriminaldefense.com police-codes.com youtube.com youtube.com 2 youtube.com 3 youtube.com 4 youtube.com 5 youtube.com 6 youtube.com 7 youtube.com 8 youtube.com 9 youtube.com 10 youtube.com 11 youtube.com 12

What sparks youth's interests? A personal challenge or a community issue, or simply a matter of taste! We brainstormed about things we enjoy and why they spark our interest. Even though we worked as a group, topics were explored and research was made individually. Summer 2023 @ El Centro from Northeastern Illinois University. Production and voice by Kaleb, Analia and Astara. Music by Antoine, Johnathan and Chance from the Beat by Beat Program. Edited by Shelby.

    In the very pre daylight hours of February 23rd 2022 Tara Pakanich heard the storm door to her basement close. Tara's 24 year old son, Shad Thyrion was staying with her at the time in that very basment, and had been entertaining an old friend, a woman named Taylor Schabusiness. Tara upon hearing the door close, wondered if they'd both left, or just her son's guest. As Tara made her way down the stairs I'm sure a lot of possible outcomes ran through her mind, but none of them included finding her son's head in a bucket at the base of the stairs, but that's exactly what happened. This case was a request fiends, and boy is it a wild one! Click to learn more Taylor's formal police report 911 call   Validate Us: WWBD Merch Shop Buy us a cup of validation WWBD Official Soundtrack, Vol. 1 WWBD Official Soundtrack, Vol. 2 Shadows of Christmas (WWBD Christmas Album) Sponsors Shore Soaps Try Audible Plus Give the Gift of Audible! Kindle Unlimited Membership Amazon Prime Free Trial Join the Conversation       

This week we Review the Reviews of "Fantasy in Death," and these reviews are so judgy, they make us a bit angry. So, you're going to get a lot of rants from us in this episode. In the first review, we have someone who is upset about Roarke being so "perfect," but then they complain about something Roarke did, (which they misread, btw) so, he's not perfect? Then we have a judgy "author," who wants to gate keep the science fiction genre, and accuses Nora of not having EARNED the respect due a "real" science fiction author. There are more people who hint that Nora has a ghostwriter, and those same people want Eve to get pregnant already. Also one person who "threw the kindle against the wall" because Nora describing how hot Roarke looked in period costuming?? Also one who thought "the final showdown was lame"?? As Tara pointed out: THERE WAS A FUCKING SWORD FIGHT, Y'ALL! HOW WAS THAT LAME!? But, as with every "We Review the Reviews" Episode, we have several really good ones including an author that actually knows how to write a good review, readers who love Susan Ericksen, People who thought the personal interactions were hilarious and that Peabody was especially funny. We Agree!

Astara Jane Ashley is a Priestess and Publisher at The Flower of Life Press. Her popular group writing program, Divine Writing Journey- a 12-month journey to birth your manuscript- has seen astounding growth as women around the globe empower their voices and step into their leadership to create lasting impact and change. Astara believes that EVERY WOMAN'S STORY MATTERS. We discuss her work, how she arrived on this amazing Divine Feminine path, plus her most recent initiation.Here is a free gift from Astara: outline template https://floweroflifepress.pages.ontraport.net/outline-formYou can find Astara and her work at the following links:www.floweroflifepress.comwww.divinewritingjourney.comFB: https://www.facebook.com/floweroflifepressInstagram: @floweroflifepress........................Follow Wendy on IG:  @light.alwayswinsJoin the Light Always Community of Initiates at: https://www.patreon.com/lightalwayswinsWatch LAW Youtube videos @lightalwayswins33Want to support my work in other ways? - find LAW shirts and my Sabian Symbol Readings in the shop: https://the-light-always-wins-shop.square.site/You can donate to support my work at https://www.paypal.com/donate/?hosted_button_id=GDQLECW7HEM8AIf you love this podcast please leave us a 5-star review and write something nice!  Thank you so much for listening!  

To become a subscriber, click the link below and start enjoying a Super Strange bonus episode each and every week. You can also binge on the back catalogue of bonus episodes. https://anchor.fm/andy-myers6/subscribe This episode: Andy is joined by special guest, Astara Raven. She talks about her latest book, How the Stars Tell Time. Additionally, she and Andy discuss a variety of spiritual and paranormal topics. Astara's contact info: astara@illuminatinghearts.love tel:415-912-0868 https://astararaven.love/ https://innerspaceacademy.love/ https://astararaven.love/how-the-stars-tell-time-the-book/ Andy's award-winning books - https://www.andymyersonline.com/store Upcoming events - https://www.andymyersonline.com/events Paranormal Dadspodcast - https://www.paranormaldads.com/?from=@ Facebook page - https://www.facebook.com/AndysIntuition Insagram - https://www.instagram.com/soulstudios.andymyers/ YouTube channel - https://www.youtube.com/@SoulStudios.AndyMyers TikTok - https://www.tiktok.com/@soulstudios.andymyers?is_from_webapp=1&sender_device=pc If you'd like to be a guest on the show, please contact AndyMyersManagement@gmail.com

In this episode we have a special interview for you, Astara Jane Ashley, founder of Flower of Life press joins us on the podcast. Astara describes her sacred purpose as midwifing women's stories and wisdom— through their books—into a new cultural narrative that serves the Collective by amplifying the Rise of Divine Feminine energies. Astara shares her suggestions for anyone wanting to write a book, why books continue to be incredibly important in landscape of digital bit sized media, how being a priestess informs her work as a publisher and how to find your creative flow.*Astara Jane Ashley & Flower of Life Press Linkswww.floweroflifepress.comwww.divinewritingjourney.comFB: https://www.facebook.com/floweroflifepressIG: @floweroflifepressemail: support@floweroflifepressSex Love & Relationship Coaching with CarlaSex, Love & Relationship Coaching for women and couplesBody of the Goddess Group ProgramFree 30 minute Discovery Call with CarlaTarot Readings with Little LeahDo they love me? Will I get that promotion? What should I do next? Get answers by booking a Tarot reading with Little Leah! Get info & availability by emailing Leah at deathmothtarot@gmail.com.Have a question or comment about this episode or anything else - let us know by connecting with us on Social!The Radical Sex Witches on Instagram @theradicalsexwitchesConnect with Carla and Little Leah on Instagram @carlawainwright @little_leah78Connect with Carla on FacebookEmail us! radicalsexwitches@gmail.comAND we would love a review on Apple Podcasts, head over and let us know what you think!

Armenian News Network Groong Week in Review - May 21, 2023Topics:  - Accelerated Negotiations      - Negotiations Carousel      - Meghri Railway      - Russia Finances Rasht-Astara      - Rallies in Artsakh and Kornidzor  - Artsakh Domestic PoliticsGuest:  - Tevan Poghosyan TW/@TevanPoghosyanHosts:  - Hovik Manucharyan TW/@HovikYerevan  - Asbed Bedrossian TW/@qubriqEpisode 256 | Recorded May 22, 2023Subscribe and follow us everywhere you are: linktr.ee/groong

We are back with an exciting three-part series titled “In Conversation with ‘Start the Conversation.'” In episode 62, Act 1: “Step In and Go Slow,” Courtney sits down with panelists Caitlyn McCain, Tara Kirton and Nicole Hogsett to discuss how New York City Children's Theater resources came to be, beginning with a three-part video series called, “Our Relationship to Race.” The series we focus on in Episode 62, Act 1, as Caitlyn and Nicole state, was born out of urgency and necessity during the racial uprisings of 2020, following the murder of George Floyd. Caitlyn notes that the series they've created invites deep conversations between adults and kids about their relationship to race and racism within the context of the U.S. and its ongoing struggle to reconcile its society's shared violent past and present. As Tara states, these conversations may seem, to some, too big for kids to understand but, as she also notes in the episode, research tells us that is simply not true. Kids, indeed, notice and are curious about the world around them, and the adults in their lives can either face harsh truths, challenge the status quo and have deep conversations with kids, or they can perpetuate the white supremacist standard of behaving as if these topics aren't meant to be investigated and therefore reinforce white supremacist culture norms in kids, therefore passing down dangerous, deeply-rooted practices that negatively affect humans of the global majority and society at large. Big questions asked here are: How can we get to a place where we can begin to notice, ask, learn and celebrate what we may not understand so that we can grow as individuals and as a society? How can we invite white-identifying families to interrogate themselves in a way that is structured to create brave and meaningful conversations among one another? Despite the current wave of legislation being pushed to restrict knowledge centered on our actual shared history, how can we be brave to push past discomfort to have deeper conversations and learn together to affect societal change? Listen to this riveting conversation to hear and learn more, and be on the lookout for Act 2 next week as we continue to be “In Conversation with ‘Start the Conversation.'”

Jiangling Motors Company (JMC), de origen chino, firmó un acuerdo con Astara Colombia para que este sea su distribuidor exclusivo en el país. Con esta negociación, el grupo colombiano cubrirá el segmento de vehículos de carga y pickup. Noel Ardila, director de JMC para Colombia, habla de la incursión de la marca con Astara y de los planes de expansión en el país.

Come and celebrate with us as Tara announces her new job. Also, Kris finally reveals her age for all of you playing at home. We get advice on book hangovers. The two try to separate the art from the artist with the third season of Ted Lasso (it's hard, y'all). Then Tara describes her new adventure into the world of Bollywood and Indian cinema. Official Recommendations From Kris: Meeting Millie by Clare Ashton A lot of the early scuttlebutt on this book was around its tagline and the reaction to it. “Can two women, one gay and one straight, be friends forever or does sex get in the way?” It hit a lot of readers and writers the wrong way, but the positive is that Meeting Millie is a great book! Kris adored this past-present, friends-to-lovers romance that just makes you feel good. Check it out. From Tara: A New Life and She Loves to Cook, She Loves to Eat by Sakaomi Yuzaki  Tara has two recommendations this week. The first is a very short video game by Angela He called A New Life, which puts the player in control of a relationship between two women and its possible beginnings, middles and ends. It's a bittersweet game, because isn't love just a (hopefully) really long walk to a sad ending? A New Life is beautiful, short, and worth your time. Tara's second recommendation is the manga She Loves to Cook, She Loves to Eat by Sakaomi Yuzaki is. As Tara says, it's "just what it says on the tin." One woman loves to cook, one woman loves to eat, and between the two a relationship begins. It's a gentle, lovely, wonderful warm hug of a book, which you might need after playing A New Life. Works/People Discussed The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo by Taylor Jenkins Reid Ted Lasso, Season Three (Apple+) Alaska Daily (ABC) RuPaul's Drag Race, Season Fifteen (MTV) The Romantics (Netflix) 3 Idiots (2009) Bittersweet by Susan Cain Support & follow the show Buy us a Ko-fi Sign up for our newsletter Twitter: @queerlyrec Facebook: @QueerlyRecommended Instagram: @queerlyrecommended Tumblr: @queerlyrecommended TikTok: @queerlyrecommended Get all our links on Linktr.ee

Hey, Everyone! This episode was a mess! We recorded about an hour at first without realizing we weren't recording!!! So, what you will hear this week is a "Take Two." As with our episode where we reviewed "Encore in Death," with this one, if you haven't read that book yet, you might want to wait to listen to this episode because the book will DEFINITELY be ruined for you. One really weird feature of the reviews for this book is that we don't just have negativity with 1, 2 and 3 star reviews, we have it with 4 and 5 star reviews as well! So many people wanting to make sure everyone knew that the reviewer has read EVERY book in this series and/or has read Nora/JD for 30 years. We've decided that they all for some reason want a medal for this? As Tara might say, Congratufuckinglations. We did find some really great reviews though, and even one from our Episode 101 special guest, Allison Brennan! Enjoy!!

Fifth-generation dairy farmer Tara Vander Dussen and former pharmacist turned rancher Natalie Kovarik are two amazing women in the regenerative agriculture space.   They're challenging the notion that bigger is bad and smaller is better in farming, and they're highlighting how regenerative agriculture practices can't be a one size fits all approach and must be adjusted based on the region the farm resides in.   As Tara and Natalie share in this episode, since they live in drastically different regions, their regenerative ag practices differ in some ways, and so do their cows, which you'll hear all about.   Despite the differences, they're both focused on running sustainable farms that help mitigate climate change and educating people on what that looks like.   In this episode, you'll learn about Natalie and Tara's unique backgrounds, their struggles on their farms, how their cattle help the environment, and why they're so passionate about what they do.   You'll also discover the current state and future projections for regenerative agriculture, why so many companies are already greenwashing in the space, what can be done about it, and where this powerful duo gets their own food.   Here's a quick breakdown of some of the topics they get into with Dr. Anthony Gustin: Tara and Natalie share their backgrounds and how they found themselves in the regenerative agriculture space The current state of regenerative ag and how many companies are greenwashing and turning the term into a buzzword The spectrum of regenerative ag and why some practices work for some ranchers but won't work for others The struggles Natalie and Tara have personally faced on their farms They also share their thoughts on scaling regenerative agriculture The difference between having a large versus a small regenerative ag herd Tara and Natalie also discuss their farm sizes and how big their operations are Tara shares her thoughts on consuming raw dairy How cattle bring value to our food system Can a commercial model work for poultry or pork to make it more sustainable? One possible solution to mitigate the effects of climate change The weird censorship happening on social media against beef and its true impact on climate change Where Tara and Natalie find the motivation to do the work they do What we need to do and change moving forward to make an impact on a larger scale Where Tara and Natalie get most of the foods they eat   Resources mentioned in this episode: Natalie Kovarik's website Natalie's Instagram Tara Vander Dussen's website Tara's Instagram Natalie and Tara's podcast Discover Ag Discover Ag's Instagram The Natural State Podcast Episode 095: Will Harris - Regenerative Agriculture and Why More Farms Should Switch to this Eco-Friendly Model The Meat Mafia Podcast Wendell Berry's book, The Pleasures of Eating The Holy Earth: The Birth of a New Land Ethic, by Liberty Hyde Bailey, Wendell Berry, and John Linstrom

If you took inventory of your day-to-day choices, would they reveal you're following after Jesus? Or are you merely listening to the Bible but not believing it enough to live out what it says? Those can be hard questions to sit with (for us, too!), but they're important. We all know the struggle to live out what we know to be true, but there is hope for us! In this episode, Tara Sun joins Dwell Differently co-founder Natalie Abbott to dig into what it means to be a disciple of Jesus, how to prioritize the right things in our busy lives, how we tend to get tripped up when we read this verse, and the good news about where our justification from God really comes from. As Tara says, may you know God's Word, love God's Word, and live God's Word. We're here alongside you for the journey!This month's memory verse: “Do not merely listen to the word, and so deceive yourselves. Do what it says.” — James 1:22Today's Dwell guest: Through the Truth Talks with Tara podcast, her Instagram community, her book Surrender Your Story, and other resources, Tara Sun passionately teaches women of all ages how to know, love, and live God's Word for themselves. She shows how to break down God's Word into understandable pieces, while also adding an artistic flare through her digital art. Tara is married to her high school sweetheart, Michael, and is a mom to their newest addition, Hunter. You'll find them living and serving the Lord in Oregon.Memorize Scripture with us: Find out more about Dwell's monthly kit with temporary tattoos, a display card, a key tag, and more to help you know and dwell on God's Word.Get our weekly devotional email: Dive deeper into this month's verse.Did you love today's episode?: We'd love to hear about it! Would you leave a rating or review in your podcast player to help others find the show?Links from today's show:Dwell Differently Monthly MembershipDwell Differently Official Facebook GroupTruth Talks with TaraSurrender Your Story by Tara SunTara Sun MinistriesTara Sun on Instagram (@misstarasun)Support the show

Natasha Astara is a clairvoyant, spiritual artist, and empath, following 20 years as an acupuncturist. She's also mom to 2 girls.  In this episode, Natasha talks about her work with parents of highly sensitive children, often referred to as "star children." We discuss Natasha's journey as an entrepreneur and how she combines her passion for art and spirituality to help parents on their spiritual and healing journeys. They also talk about the concept of star children and the challenges parents face when raising highly sensitive children.

Carlos Checa, piloto de Astara, finaliza su andadura en el Dakar 2023 por segundo año consecutivo pilotando un coche. Tras abandonar las motos, Checa, junto a su copiloto Marc Sola, repasa su andadura en una accidentadísima edición del Dakar en la que Carlos Sainz tuvo que abandonar y analiza las diferencias entre motos y coches. En esta edición su objetivo era acabar entre los 20 primeros, pero ha finalizado el 33º a casi 10 horas de Al-Attiyah. 

Carlos Checa, piloto de Astara, finaliza su andadura en el Dakar 2023 por segundo año consecutivo pilotando un coche. Tras abandonar las motos, Checa, junto a su copiloto Marc Sola, repasa su andadura en una accidentadísima edición del Dakar en la que Carlos Sainz tuvo que abandonar y analiza las diferencias entre motos y coches. En esta edición su objetivo era acabar entre los 20 primeros, pero ha finalizado el 33º a casi 10 horas de Al-Attiyah. 

Join me for a great conversation with my fascinating guest Ann Basili. Ann joins us from Australia and shares her experience with a fascinating modality the Quantum Healing Hypnosis Technique, that she has been using and teaching with great success. Ann has over 25 years of experience as a clinical and therapeutic counselor who has worked across many fields such as Family and Relationships, Suicide Prevention, Domestic Violence and Sexual Trauma. Ann has also written a beautiful children's book called Astara and Erefrey Goddesses of the Realm that shares a beautiful Eco-message of love and healing for our planet.  Find out more about Ann's work and Orion Metaphysical Quantum Healing Get the children's book Astara and Erefrey Goddesses of the Realm Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Saving for your later years is the ultimate in making sure your hard work pays off. Yet oftentimes, the personal traits that make us great entrepreneurs are also traits which can make it difficult for us to save for retirement. In today's conversation with guest Tara Nolan, we discuss retirement for the self-employed — perhaps not the sexiest of topics, but highly necessary! In this hopeful and judgement-free conversation, Tara and I talk about how we, as self-employed entrepreneurs, need to think about retirement and how to plan for it. We discuss topics including the importance of articulating your goals, having a vision vs. executing on that vision, managing shame about money management, and working with money management professionals. Tara also walks us through her 3-Step financial planning framework. As Tara says, “Where your money lives is more important than how much you have.”   Tara Nolan is a money strategist who supports women entrepreneurs and professionals (who have limited time due to business and family demands!) achieve and retain the lifestyles they want. Since starting her company, she has been obsessed with helping people feel good about their finances. Tara combines finance, her background in strategic military planning, and a focus personal development to create transformational financial plans. She shares her philosophy and approach to money in her book, Money Moves: Change Where Your Money Lives, Change How Your Financial World Grows. Connect and learn more at www.nolanfinancialpartners.com. And be sure to subscribe to The Self-Employed Life in Apple Podcasts or follow us on Spotify or wherever you listen to podcasts so you don't miss an episode. Everything you need can all be found at jeffreyshaw.com.  Tara Nolan, thank you so much for being here!   Remember, you might be in business FOR yourself but you are not in business BY yourself. Be your best self. Be proud and keep changing the world.     Guest Contact – NolanFinancialPartners.com Tara Nolan on LinkedIn (in/TaraENolan) Tara Nolan on Facebook (@TaraENolanPlanForYourDreams) Money Moves by Tara Nolan Contact Jeffrey –   JeffreyShaw.com Books by Jeffrey Shaw Business Coaching for Entrepreneurs The Self-Employed Summit Watch my TEDx LincolnSquare video and please share!     Valuable complimentary resources to help you –   The Self-Employed Business Institute — You know you're really good at what you do. You're talented, you have a skill set. The problem is you're probably in a field where there is no business education. This is common amongst self-employed people! And, there's no business education out there for us! You also know that being self-employed is unique and you need better strategies, coaching, support, and accountability. The Self-Employed Business Institute, a five-month online education is exactly what you need. Check it out! Take The Self-Employed Assessment! — Ever feel like you're all over the place? Or frustrated it seems like you have everything you need for your business success but it's somehow not coming together? Take this short quiz to discover the biggest hidden gap that's keeping you from having a thriving Self-Employed Ecosystem. You'll find out what part of your business needs attention and you'll also get a few laser-focused insights to help you start closing that gap. Have Your Website Brand Message Reviewed! — Is your website speaking the right LINGO of your ideal customers? Having reviewed hundreds of websites, I can tell you 98% of websites are not. Fill out the simple LINGO Review application and I'll take a look at your website. I'll email you a few suggestions to improve your brand message to attract more of your ideal customers. Fill out the application today and let's get your business speaking the right LINGO!   Host Jeffrey Shaw is a Small Business Consultant, Brand Management Consultant, Business Coach for Entrepreneurs, Keynote Speaker, TEDx Speaker and author of LINGO and The Self Employed Life (May 2021). Supporting self-employed business owners with business and personal development strategies they need to create sustainable success.

In this special episode of Overheard in celebration of Juneteenth, we reconnect with now Rolex/National Geographic Explorer of the Year Tara Roberts, who upends her life—including leaving her job—to join a group of Black scuba divers searching for the wrecks of ships that carried enslaved Africans to the Americas. Tara is inspired by the stories of the Clotilda, a ship that illegally arrived in Mobile, Alabama, in 1860, and of Africatown, created by those on the vessel—a community that still exists today. The archaeologists and divers leading the search for the Clotilda lay out the steps it took to find it. As Tara talks to the living descendants of those aboard the ship, she admires their enormous pride in knowing their ancestry, and wonders if she can trace her own ancestors back to a ship. She hires a genealogist and visits her family's small hometown in North Carolina, where she celebrates the nation's first federal Juneteenth holiday. The spirit of community she finds at the celebration, as well as the surprising results she receives from the genealogist, bring Tara a sense of belonging to a place that she never could have imagined. Want more? Check out our Into the Depths hub to learn more about Tara's journey following Black scuba divers, find previous Nat Geo coverage on the search for slave shipwrecks, and read the March cover story. And download a tool kit for hosting an Into the Depths listening party to spark conversation and journey deeper into the material. Also explore: Dive into more of National Geographic's coverage of the Clotilda with articles looking at scientists' ongoing archaeological work, the story that broke the discovery of the ship, and the documentary Clotilda: Last American Slave Ship. Meet more of the descendants of the Africans trafficked to the U.S. aboard the Clotilda, and find out what they're doing to save Mobile's Africatown community in the face of difficult economic and environmental challenges. Read the story of Kossola, who later received the name Cudjo Lewis, in the book Barracoon: The Story of the Last “Black Cargo,” by author and anthropologist Zora Neale Hurston. Learn more about the life of abolitionist Harriet Jacobs, author of “Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl,” who escaped Edenton, N.C., through the Maritime Underground Railroad. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

In celebration of Juneteenth, we revisit the final episode of Into the Depths with National Geographic Explorer Tara Roberts. Tara is inspired by the stories of the Clotilda, a ship that illegally arrived in Mobile, Alabama, in 1860, and of Africatown, created by those on the vessel—a community that still exists today. The archaeologists and divers leading the search for the Clotilda lay out the steps it took to find it. As Tara talks to the living descendants of those aboard the ship, she admires their enormous pride in knowing their ancestry, and wonders if she can trace her own ancestors back to a ship. She hires a genealogist and visits her family's small hometown in North Carolina, where she celebrates the nation's first federal Juneteenth holiday. The spirit of community she finds at the celebration, as well as the surprising results she receives from the genealogist, bring Tara a sense of belonging to a place that she never could have imagined. Want more? Check out our Into the Depths hub to learn more about Tara's journey following Black scuba divers, find previous Nat Geo coverage on the search for slave shipwrecks, and read the March cover story. And download a tool kit for hosting an Into the Depths listening party to spark conversation and journey deeper into the material. Also explore: Dive into more of National Geographic's coverage of the Clotilda with articles looking at scientists' ongoing archaeological work, the story that broke the discovery of the ship, and the documentary Clotilda: Last American Slave Ship. Meet more of the descendants of the Africans trafficked to the U.S. aboard the Clotilda, and find out what they're doing to save Mobile's Africatown community in the face of difficult economic and environmental challenges. Read the story of Kossola, who later received the name Cudjo Lewis, in the book Barracoon: The Story of the Last “Black Cargo,” by author and anthropologist Zora Neale Hurston. Learn more about the life of abolitionist Harriet Jacobs, author of “Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl,” who escaped Edenton, N.C., through the Maritime Underground Railroad. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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National Geographic Explorer Tara Roberts is inspired by the stories of the Clotilda, a ship that illegally arrived in Mobile, Alabama, in 1860, and of Africatown, created by those on the vessel—a community that still exists today. The archaeologists and divers leading the search for the Clotilda lay out the steps it took to find it. As Tara talks to the living descendants of those aboard the ship, she admires their enormous pride in knowing their ancestry, and wonders if she can trace her own ancestors back to a ship. She hires a genealogist and visits her family's small hometown in North Carolina. The surprising results bring a sense of belonging to a place that she never could have imagined. Want more? Check out our Into the Depths hub to learn more about Tara's journey following Black scuba divers, find previous Nat Geo coverage on the search for slave shipwrecks, and read the March cover story And download a tool kit for hosting an Into the Depths listening party to spark conversation and journey deeper into the material Also explore: Dive into more of National Geographic's coverage of the Clotilda with articles looking at scientists' ongoing archaeological work, the story that broke the discovery of the ship, and the documentary Clotilda: Last American Slave Ship. Meet more of the descendants of the Africans trafficked to the U.S. aboard the Clotilda, and find out what they're doing to save Mobile's Africatown community in the face of difficult economic and environmental challenges. Read the story of Kossola, who later received the name Cudjo Lewis, in the book Barracoon: The Story of the Last “Black Cargo,” by author and anthropologist Zora Neale Hurston. Learn more about the life of abolitionist Harriet Jacobs, author of “Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl,” who escaped Edenton, N.C., through the Maritime Underground Railroad.

National Geographic Explorer Tara Roberts witnesses a new type of maritime archaeology under way in Costa Rica, one with a community at its center and young people in the lead. As Tara meets journalist María Suárez Toro and her band of divers, she sees the power of a society shaping its own history. She also hears the tale of rebellions aboard the Danish ships Fredericus Quartus and Christianus Quintus. Tara dives to a wreck site thought to be the resting place for the ships and has a firsthand view of artifacts on the ocean floor. She and fellow Explorer Alyea Pierce try to picture a female-led insurrection on one of the ships. Want more? Check out our Into the Depths hub to learn more about Tara's journey following Black scuba divers, find previous Nat Geo coverage on the search for slave shipwrecks, and read the March cover story. And download a tool kit for hosting an Into the Depths listening party to spark conversation and journey deeper into the material. Also explore: Find out more about Ambassadors of the Sea and the community underwater archaeology efforts underway in Costa Rica. Check out the work of National Geographic Explorer Justin Dunnavant, and his work with other Black archaeologists in Estate Little Princess, a former sugar cane and rum plantation on the Caribbean island of St. Croix. Find out more information about Diving With a Purpose and its work training adults and youth in maritime archaeology and ocean conservation.