Podcast appearances and mentions of charlie nelson

Accede a los episodios completos y contenido exclusivo en chisteinterno.com y en patreon.com/chisteinterno Miembros Estás disfrutando la versión extendida de este episodio, exclusiva para miembros. Gracias por tu apoyo. Episodio 65 - Randy Holguin Randy Holguin es un productor y manager de comediantes dominicano, conocido por su trabajo en la naciente escena de la comedia de la República Dominicana. Después de comenzar en el mundo de los negocios con una academia de salsa casino, Randy empezó a administrar las redes sociales del comediante cubano Bonco Quiñongo, y poco a poco se convirtió en su manager. Ahora, Randy maneja las carreras de reconocidos comediantes como El Pió, Elías Serulle y Starlyn González, entre otros. En nuestro episodio hablamos sobre la función de un manager, cómo tener una relación exitosa con los artistas con los que trabaja, el boom del stand-up comedy en la República Dominicana, las diferencias entre la industria de la comedia en EE. UU. y Latinoamérica, y la lección sobre confianza que le enseñó Elías Serulle. ¡Gracias, Randy, por visitar Chiste Interno! Miami Pod Night: Una noche única para encontrarte con tus podcasts favoritos y disfrutar de una entretenida conversación sobre la creación y el desarrollo de podcasts. Chiste Interno Academia: Aprende a crear rutinas de Stand-up y a escribir chistes de forma ágil y efectiva con nuestros cursos con Reuben Morales: “Aprendo Stand-Up” y “Acelerador de Chistes”, disponibles en chisteinterno.com/reuben Talleres en vivo: “Crea Sketches” dirigido por Charlie Nelson será este 8 de febrero. Tickets en Chisteinterno.com/crea-sketches “Edita Sketches” dirigido por César Kensen será este 9 de febrero. Tickets en Chisteinterno.com/edita-sketches “Monetiza Tu Voz” con Luis Carreño. Este 15 de Febrero en Miami. Chiste Interno es: Oswaldo Graziani / Creación, Conducción y Producción Ejecutiva Adrián Salas / Producción, Edición y Música Pedro Graterol / Comunidad y Contenido Katherine Miranda / Asistencia de Producción Yamn Milán / Editor de formato largo Ricardo Carmona / Editor de formato corto Yxa Fuentes / Redacción Michelangelo Saladdino / Diseño Astro Studio / Estudio de Grabación chisteinterno.com

Accede a los episodios completos y contenido exclusivo en chisteinterno.com y en patreon.com/chisteinterno Episodio 64 - Samuel Rodríguez (Sampins) Samuel Rodríguez (Sampins) es un comediante, creador de contenido y empresario venezolano. De familia de origen portugués, forma parte de la generación de comediantes que surgió con la aplicación de videos cortos Vine y que, gracias a sus sketches y personajes, contribuyó a la escena de la comedia caraqueña a principios de la década de 2010. Además, Sampins es un reconocido empresario: fundó el restaurante y bar de comedia Pizpa en Caracas, considerado una pieza clave de la comedia venezolana contemporánea. En nuestra conversación, hablamos sobre su regreso a los escenarios, su nuevo show “Precoz”, los orígenes de su nombre artístico, su trayectoria en Vine, sus primeros emprendimientos, la influencia de TeatroBar, los desafíos de administrar Pizpa y cómo surgió la idea de fusionar la pizza de parrilla con un bar de comedia en Caracas. ¡Gracias Samuel por visitar Chiste Interno! Comediantes: El próximo show de “Comediantes” es el 22 de enero. Reserva tus entradas acá: https://ticketplate.com/checkout/comediantes-una-noche-de-stand-up-202501222000 Chiste Interno Academia: Aprende a crear rutinas de Stand-up y a escribir chistes de forma ágil y efectiva con nuestros cursos con Reuben Morales: “Aprendo Stand-Up” y “Acelerador de Chistes”, disponibles en chisteinterno.com/reuben Talleres en vivo: Guion-com con Elio Casale y Hector Orbegoso será este 25 y 26 de enero en Miami. Tickets en guioncom.com “Crea Sketches” dirigido por Charlie Nelson será este 8 de febrero. Tickets en Chisteinterno.com/crea-sketches “Edita Sketches” dirigido por César Kensen será este 9 de febrero. Tickets en Chisteinterno.com/edita-sketches “Monetiza Tu Voz” con Luis Carreño. Este 15 de Febrero en Miami. TIMESTAMPS 0:00 | De dónde viene el nombre Sampins, la infancia de Samuel y sus primeros pasos como empresario. 33:00 | Sampins en Vine y su trayectoria en la comedia 41:00 | La creación del restaurante Pizpa y su relación con Vine 46:00 | La contribución de Pizpa a la comedia en Caracas 1:13:00 | Los desafíos de gerenciar un bar de comedia 1:18:00 | El regreso de Sicilia Chiste Interno es: Oswaldo Graziani / Creación, Conducción y Producción Ejecutiva Adrián Salas / Producción, Edición y Música Pedro Graterol / Comunidad y Contenido Katherine Miranda / Asistencia de Producción Yamn Milán / Editor de formato largo Ricardo Carmona / Editor de formato corto Yxa Fuentes / Redacción Michelangelo Saladdino / Diseño Astro Studio / Estudio de Grabación chisteinterno.com

Accede a los episodios completos y contenido exclusivo en chisteinterno.com y en patreon.com/chisteinterno Episodio 63 - Carlos Rodriguéz Carlos Rodríguez Pimentel, mejor conocido como “Rafucho El Maracucho” es un actor, comediante, y productor venezolano. Nacido en Caracas, Carlos se volvió una referencia del humor venezolano por su participación en el legendario programa de sketches “La Radio Rochela”, en donde era conocido por su habilidad de dar vida a un sinfín de personajes que incluyen a Matute, Atilio y el Vallenatero. Además, participó en “A Que Te Ríes” y “Échame Ese Chiste”. Hoy en día, es un prolífico creador de contenido en redes sociales y es el autor de shows unipersonales como “Viviendo del Cuento” En nuestra conversación hablamos sobre su gira por Latinoamérica y Estados Unidos, cómo surgió “Rafucho el maracucho”, su trayectoria y evolución haciendo comedia para televisión, la importancia de las redes sociales, su carrera como emprendedor y sobre las bromas que siempre tenía bajo la manga. ¡Gracias Rafucho por visitar Chiste Interno! Comediantes: El próximo show de “Comediantes” es el 22 de enero. Reserva tus entradas acá: https://ticketplate.com/checkout/comediantes-una-noche-de-stand-up-202501222000 Chiste Interno Academia: Aprende a crear rutinas de Stand-up y a escribir chistes de forma ágil y efectiva con nuestros cursos con Reuben Morales: “Aprendo Stand-Up” y “Acelerador de Chistes”, disponibles en chisteinterno.com/reuben Talleres en vivo: Guion-com con Elio Casale y Hector Orbegoso será este 25 y 26 de enero en Miami. Tickets en guioncom.com “Crea Sketches” dirigido por Charlie Nelson será este 8 de febrero. Tickets en Chisteinterno.com/crea-sketches “Edita Sketches” dirigido por César Kensen será este 9 de febrero. Tickets enChisteinterno.com/edita-sketches TIMESTAMPS 0:00 | Los orígenes de “Rafucho El Maracucho” y la infancia de Carlos 24:00 | Cuentos de la Radio Rochela y los orígenes de Carlos en la comedia 28:04 | Las diferencias entre la comedia en inglés y en español 41:10 | Imitando a Alicia Plaza y a locutores 1:14:00 | Consejos para creadores de contenido 1:26:00 | Irse vs. quedarse 1:30:00 | La escena de la comedia en Venezuela y lo que significa ser morcillero Chiste Interno es: Oswaldo Graziani / Creación, Conducción y Producción Ejecutiva Adrián Salas / Producción, Edición y Música Pedro Graterol / Comunidad y Contenido Katherine Miranda / Asistencia de Producción Yamn Milán / Editor de formato largo Ricardo Carmona / Editor de formato corto Yxa Fuentes / Redacción Michelangelo Saladdino / Diseño Astro Studio / Estudio de Grabación chisteinterno.com

Accede a los episodios completos y contenido exclusivo en chisteinterno.com y en patreon.com/chisteinterno Chiste Interno Interno - The Aristocrats ft. Milton Granadillo Esta semana en Chiste Interno Interno, nos visitó el comediante Milton Granadillo para hablar sobre uno de los chistes más legendarios del mundo de la comedia en inglés: The Aristocrats. Creado en la era del vaudeville, a principios del siglo XX, The Aristocrats es un chiste que desafía los tabúes y que, aunque no sea tan conocido en los escenarios, es uno de los favoritos entre comediantes para presumir habilidades de improvisación y la capacidad de tocar temas sensibles. En nuestra conversación hablamos sobre la estructura del chiste, la comedia en español, los parecidos entre The Aristocrats y el “Malandro Asustado” de Emilio Lovera, el documental sobre The Aristocrats, el humor negro, el legado de George Carlin y sobre cómo The Aristocrats rescató la carrera de Gilbert Gottfried. ¡Gracias Milton por visitar Chiste Interno! Comediantes: El próximo show de “Comediantes” es el 22 de enero. Reserva tus entradas acá: https://ticketplate.com/checkout/comediantes-una-noche-de-stand-up-202501222000 Chiste Interno Academia: Aprende a crear rutinas de Stand-up y a escribir chistes de forma ágil y efectiva con nuestros cursos con Reuben Morales: “Aprendo Stand-Up” y “Acelerador de Chistes”, disponibles en chisteinterno.com/reuben Talleres en vivo: Guion-com con Elio Casale y Hector Orbegoso será este 25 y 26 de enero en Miami. Tickets en guioncom.com “Crea Sketches” dirigido por Charlie Nelson será este 8 de febrero. Tickets en Chisteinterno.com/crea-sketches “Edita Sketches” dirigido por César Kensen será este 9 de febrero. Tickets enChisteinterno.com/edita-sketches Chiste Interno es: Oswaldo Graziani / Creación, Conducción y Producción Ejecutiva Adrián Salas / Producción, Edición y Música Pedro Graterol / Comunidad y Contenido Katherine Miranda / Asistencia de Producción Yamn Milán / Editor de formato largo Ricardo Carmona / Editor de formato corto Yxa Fuentes / Redacción Michelangelo Saladdino / Diseño Astro Studio / Estudio de Grabación chisteinterno.com

Accede a los episodios completos y contenido exclusivo en chisteinterno.com y en patreon.com/chisteinterno Episodio 62 - Dani Castañeda Dani Castañeda es un comediante y productor colombiano que vive en la ciudad de Nueva York. Después de comenzar en la comedia con el webshow “Check, Please” y de adentrarse en el stand-up durante la pandemia, Dani forma parte del emergente mundo de la comedia bilingüe. Desde 2023, ha acompañado a Ángelo Colina en su gira por Estados Unidos, recorriendo más de 30 ciudades. Además, ha participado en eventos destacados como el New York Comedy Fest en 2023 y el Netflix Is a Joke Fest en 2024. También ha abierto shows para comediantes como Carlos Sánchez, Nacho Redondo, Led Varela, entre otros. En nuestra conversación hablamos sobre cómo decidió migrar a Estados Unidos, las diferencias entre la comedia en inglés y en español, las diferencias entre Venezuela y Colombia, las peculiaridades de la escena de la comedia de Nueva York, el desafío de hacer comedia para audiencias de toda Latinoamérica y sobre sus experiencias siendo el único latino en su clase de stand-up. ¡Gracias, Dani, por visitar Chiste Interno! El próximo show de “Comediantes” es el 22 de enero. Reserva tus entradas acá: https://ticketplate.com/checkout/comediantes-una-noche-de-stand-up-202501222000 No te pierdas los eventos y cursos online de La Academia de Chiste Interno, donde podrás desarrollar habilidades del mundo de la comedia desde la comunidad de tu casa o en eventos presenciales únicos. Aprende a crear rutinas de Stand-up y a escribir chistes de forma ágil y efectiva con nuestros cursos con Reuben Morales: “Aprendo Stand-Up” y “Acelerador de Chistes”, disponibles en chisteinterno.com/reuben Descubre el poder de un guión bien escrito junto a Elio Casale y Hector Orbegoso en nuestro curso presencial “Guion-com este 25 y 26 de enero en Miami. Tickets en guioncom.com Desarrolla la idea para un sketch de comedia en nuestro taller de producción y dirección de sketches dirigido por Charlie Nelson este 8 de febrero: Chisteinterno.com/crea-sketches Aprende los fundamentos básicos de la edición de sketches en nuestro taller online dirigido por César Kensen este 9 de febrero: Chisteinterno.com/edita-sketches Chiste Interno es: Oswaldo Graziani / Creación, Conducción y Producción Ejecutiva Adrián Salas / Producción, Edición y Música Pedro Graterol / Comunidad y Contenido Katherine Miranda / Asistencia de Producción Yamn Milán / Editor de formato largo Ricardo Carmona / Editor de formato corto Yxa Fuentes / Redacción Michelangelo Saladdino / Diseño Astro Studio / Estudio de Grabación chisteinterno.com TIMESTAMPS 0:00 | Dani Castañeda y la comedia para todos los latinos 18:48 | La infancia de Daniel Castañeda 28:04 | Las diferencias entre la comedia en inglés y en español 41:10 | Los orígenes de Daniel en la comedia 1:07:00 | El estilo de comedia de Daniel Castañeda 1:22:14 | Netflix is a Joke 1:26:00 | Recomendaciones

150 Years Ago (November 1874) The editor of The Cold Spring Recorder observed "an unusual amount of dram drinking and personal coercion" around the vote, which he attributed to the "large amount of money received in this town 'for election purposes.' " He noted "the 100 voters who belong to no party but are found this year on one side and the next year on the other." The editor praised the saloons located near the polls for closing before 11 p.m., which helped maintain order during the count. Myron Clark, the Prohibition Party candidate for governor, received one vote in Philipstown. Twenty years earlier, Clark had won the 1855 race for governor by 309 votes, after which he quickly enacted a law banning the sale of alcohol. Eight months later, it was overturned by a judge as unconstitutional. A wildfire burned several hundred acres at the Cro' Nest across the river from Cold Spring and spread to the depression known as Cronk's Hollow and across the western edge to Buttel Hill (Storm King). It was stopped to the south by West Point cadets. The Recorder said baker John Lane had dropped several handfuls of naturally roasted chestnuts at the newspaper office. T.C. Baxter showed off a cypress shingle from the Beverley Robinson House near Garrison that had, at one time, sheltered George Washington. [The home, which also sheltered Benedict Arnold, burned down in 1892.] George Edwards, foreman of The Recorder office, left for Massachusetts to become publisher of the Northampton Journal. Its editor, A.M. Powell, was formerly with The Anti-Slavery Standard. The Recorder published the names, grades and attendance records of every student in District No. 3. Nellie Lloyd Knox, an instructor at the Teacher's Institute, lectured at Town Hall on the territory of Colorado. Officer Travis traveled to Albany to arrest Charles Annin on charges of deserting his family. John Halliday's horse dumped him from his wagon near Sandy Landing and ran down Northern Avenue, Church Street, Main Street and West Street. After the horse and wagon disappeared around a corner by The Recorder office, Halliday was seen limping along the route with the whip, blanket and cushion he had picked up by the roadside. Charlie Nelson published a notice denying rumors he had refused an old man a ride on Election Day, saying no one had asked him for a ride. The Special Express, due at Cold Spring at 8:12 p.m., unloaded a stranger who had been struck by the engine while walking on the track above the Breakneck Tunnel. He died inside the depot 90 minutes later. He was identified as John Daley, a brickyard laborer. The engineer said he threw up his hands before being struck. The horse of Milton Wise, secured at the corner of Main and Graden, pulled up the hitching post and took off "as did Sampson with the gate of Gaza," according to The Recorder. 125 Years Ago (November 1899) A meeting was held at Town Hall to organize a military company. Republicans won every part of Putnam County on Election Day except for District 2 in Philipstown. Members of the Cold Spring Hose Co. practiced with their new extension ladders on two Main Street buildings, running hoses to the roofs. William Curry was lighting a lamp in the show window at E.L. Post's dry goods store when he dropped the match and ignited a pile of blankets. He smothered the fire with an armful of comforters. John Donohue, of Garrison, resigned as Putnam County sheriff after being appointed deputy collector of U.S. Internal Revenue for Westchester County. James Smith left for Cripple Creek, Colorado, to look after his mining investments. George Cable of Nelsonville was arrested for not sending his son to school. Capt. Henry Metcalfe was appointed by the Army to oversee the Cadet Corps at Haldane. The Army provided $1,650 [about $63,000 today] for 40 stands of arms and accoutrements and Metcalfe donated $140 [$5,300] for gymnasium apparatus. Titus Truesdell, who owned the pickle factory, agreed to liquidate his assets to pay ...

En el episodio 291, Led se sienta a hablar con su amigo y director, Charlie Nelson. Juntos analizan las mejores 25 películas de la historia según el top de IMDB, discuten la relevancia de cada una y valoran si merecen o no estar en esta exclusiva lista. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

In this episode, we delve deep into the future of Advanced Air Mobility in New Zealand with Charlie. He discusses his involvement in various workshops orchestrated by Vertilink across New Zealand, Vertilink's core values of safety, social responsibility and sustainable innovation, and passionately speaks about the promise AAM holds for New Zealand, particularly for enhancing accessibility in remote areas. The conversation also touches on the opportunities presented by urban air mobility in cities like Auckland, with another crucial aspect of the discussion revolving around the role of the Māori community in New Zealand. Charlie highlights the community's deep-rooted values related to environmental stewardship and land guardianship.

Janice Leone describes how it feels getting monster fucked. By Bardot1990. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. My name is Janice. The following story is set in Northeast Louisiana in 1844. Mary Lynn, Gretchen, Annie, & Polly Lynn were sitting with me at the wedding reception for Abby. The girls had sex on their minds and imagined what Abby's wedding night might be like, tonight.  After several tawdry comments, Mary Lynn turned to me and said; "Janice, tell us 'bout Blue again. I don't know how you do it. I couldn't get a dick that big up in me without a shoe horn an' a brick!"Gretchen: "Yeh, Janice, tell us! I still cain't get over how you said you warn't never gunna get you a woodpile slave. An' now you got the best one!" Annie: "I dunno that he's the best one. He might be the biggest one. I still say that Charlie Nelson can fuck rings around jist about anybody I know, white or black. That boy can work it!" Janice: "Well, I ain't tested Charlie out yet." Annie: "It ain't like I ain't offered you the chance." Janice: "You mean that time down to your pond? When Abby took my turn? I warn't ready then. I warn't broke in good. You knew that. You wuz tryin' to get me to do sump'n I warn't ready for. I'll try him now, though. I'm good an' broke in now, some might say." Mary Lynn: "Tell us, Janice! Is you done did to him lately?" Janice: "Yeah. We done it yesterday. Cain't you see I'm walkin' funny?" Polly Lynn: "I noticed. I ain't wanna say nuthin." Janice: "Well, if you'd had your legs cocked open for a hour an' a half an' a big ole elephant trunk snappin' in your cunt, you'd be walkin' funny, too." Gretchen: "A hour an' a half?" Janice: "If I'm lyin', I'm flyin." Mary Lynn, Jennie and Annie (in tandem): "Dang." Polly Lynn: "Did you make him lick you? That's the part I wanna hear." Janice: "He licked me. Front and back. An' I licked him, too." Jennie: "He give you a back lick?" Janice: "Of course. He's grown. He ain't like our biddy li'l boys what don't want to go the full measure. He licked me clean." Jennie: "Front and back? Janice: "Yep. Front, back, knees, pits, toes, taint and titties. I ain't no li'l girl no more. What? You think he spent the whole hour'n a half humpin' my cunt? I'd be dead! An' so would you, for that matter. Ain't I told you he got a elephant trunk in his pants?" Mary Lynn, Jennie and Annie (in tandem): "The full measure! Wow!" Janice: "Do you want me to tell the story or don't you?" Mary Lynn, Jennie and Annie (in tandem): "Do tell; Do tell!" Janice: "Okay. So you know my Pa an' my brother come to town early to help with the dance setup, right? That left me and my Ma home alone. So I'm lying in my bed an' it occurs to me that I ain't had none in a few days. I could tell because my cunny had got hot and achy, an' that only happens when she ain't, well, she ain't did what a good cunny is 'posed to do. I don't want get too much into it. All of us has been there from time to time. "So I wondered if'n I had the time to go get Blue. Usually, I'll give him a hint to come up to the house real late after everyone goes asleep. But I ain't had the time yesterday to pull his coat. I'd thought he was goin' to town with my Pa. But my Pa ain't took the carriage to town. Him and Jake rode the horses. So that left me with a achy cunny and no way to cool her off, less'n I used my hand, an' I ain't wanna do that if'n I could get a message to Blue. Who wants a hand if'n you can get the real thing? If you polish pearl an' the real thing shows up, you might don't have the energy to handle the ride, you know? Anyway, that was how I saw it. "So I was gunna see if I could sneak down an' get him. I peeked out my door an' I ain't see anything stirring. So I was gunna make a run for it. Jist as I was rampin' up to go, I seen my Ma sliding out! She had her nightdress on an' a overcoat. I don't know where she was goin', but I didn't want her to see me peekin' out, so I slipped back into bed an acted like I was asleep. "By and by, I ain't hear nuthin'. She jist disappeared into the night. I figured she must'a forgot sump'n an' went to get it. But she was gone for so long, an' my ache jist wouldn't go away, I knew I had to do sump'n. So I gathered up my courage an' I slipped out of my bedroom. I tiptoed over to the front door an' peeked out. I ain't see her anywhere. An' I ain't wanted to sneak out and have her catched me on her way back from wherever she was. "Finally, I took a deep breath an' I jist run out the front door. I told myself that if I come across my Ma, I'd tell her I went to axe her sump'n an' she warn't in her bedroom. I said I'd say I got panicked and run out lookin' for her. Anyway, that sounded good to me. An' my Ma would believe me, if it come to that. "Really, I was on my way down to Blue's place in the field worker quarters. I was gunna roust him up and have him come up to the house. I knowed better than to have him in my room or for me to stay at his place, because my Ma would come an' check on me soon's she got back from wherever she was. So I was gunna tell him to climb up into the loft where Jake sleeps an' wait for me there. Even if my Ma checked on me, I could always call down from the loft an' tell her where I was. She wasn't gunna climb up. "So I get down to Blue's hut. I peek in. Don't you know he's already got a dark gal mounted up an' she's jist a roilin'! He's got this stupid smile on his face, you know, that look they get when they's locked in? You like it when they get that look because they're sot jist so and won't cum, so's you can jist roil and roil an' don't have to worry 'bout re-energizin' a floppy dick or wipin' jizz off a leaky cunny. "He sees me in the window. I give him the thumb jerk. He knows that means I want him to come up to the house. He's thinkin' I give him the thumb jerk earlier an' he musta missed it, because he give the maid gal a tap on her ass an' told her to finish up. She musta already had got hers because she ain't made too much of a complaint about gettin' shorted. She eased her cunny off him and reached for her clothes. His dick was still rock hard. When I see that I run back to the house an' waited. I knowed he would come. "I get back to the house an' my Ma ain't made it back yit. I wasn't too worried. She usually knows what she's about. I was jist concerned that she would come up jist as Blue was comin' up, you know? I ain't wanted that. So I waited at the front door till I see him comin'. I rushed him in an' I told him to skeedaddle up into the loft an' wait for me in my brother, Jake's bed. I peeked out for a bit, lookin' for my Ma, but she never showed up. By an' by my cunny ache told me she'd be alright. My twat ain't often wrong. I climbed up into the loft behind Blue. "Once't I got up there I lit a candle so's I could see. He's up there, alright, dick in hand. He ain't washed it since he'd been up in the maid girl's cunny, so he had that "I been fuckin'" smell; you know how it do. Some folks don't like it. I used to didn't like it, but I've got used to it. It don't bother me now as much as it used to. "Anyway, I know I've said this before, but that durn Blue is one good looking boy. He's got that ebony skin, bald head, and them big muscles. His eyes are hazel, an' he's got lips like a girl. Not femmy, I mean, but kinda, what's the word? Sensitive? Sensual? That's the word. Sensual. You'd like to kiss him. That's what I mean. Usually you jist want a field worker to fuck 'cause his dick can crawl way up in you and scrub the areas where a regular dick don't reach, most times. But with Blue, you jist wanna suck on his lips an' his tongue an' his neck while his dick is scrubbing you out. An' you feel like, kinda like, a woman. You know? "Plus, you wanna talk about Prescott Gaston can suck some cunny? He cain't hold a candle to Blue. That big boy can suck a cunny like it was a chicken bone, an' won't leave nary bit of gristle, nor fat, neither. You ain't got to axe Blue for the pooty-woo. He'll lick you back to front, front to back, top to bottom and side to side. You get done with a Blue lickin' session an' it's jist like you'd had a hot bath on a Saturday. An' we ain't even talked about his dick yet. "Anyway, I was sayin' I lit a candle and Blue was there on my brother's bed with his dick in his hand. He stood up and stroked it till it stood up on its own. He knows I like that. Lemme tell you, once't his dick gets hard? He can bend his head down and suck it on his own. One time I dared him to do it, an' he did it, an' I thought it was the most amazin' thing. He wasn't ashamed or nuthin'. I watched him suck it for a minute or two, then I jumped in an sucked it for him. I ain't wanted him to take my job out ah my hands. He might wouldn't wanna mash his dick up in my cunny no more. I couldn't have that. "But I ain't had him suck hisself yesterday. I wanted to kiss him an' he had that other girl's cream all over his dick. I ain't wanna taste that, so I needed to twatted him up in my own fur, like Annie said, before I put my mouth or his mouth on it. "So I had him lie down on his back an' I clumb up on him an' I eased myself down on it. You 'member the first time him and me did it standin' up an' I ain't had no problems gettin' it in because I was so wet and horny with The Taint? Well, that was then. I ain't got The Taint now. So you can jist imagine it's a bit more harder'n it was the first time I done it to him. "I pointed him into my fur and jiggled around till my cunny lips was situated roundst that big ole dickhead as best as I could get it. Felt like he was mashin' my cunny lips into my thighs, he was so thick. So I give a li'l push and he widened me. But I still couldn't fit his whole thing in. I give another li'l push. An' another. But it ain't seem like he was gettin' any deeper, an' I needed him to be real deep, because my burn don't start from the front of my cunny. It starts from the back an' it plugs into my clit at the front. That's what makes her hard and wobbly, less'n somebody gives her a suck. "So I says to him, I says: "I'm gunna need some grease, it appears." "He knows what that means. So I crawled up his chest with my pooty and I give him the woo right off the bat. I put Hilda May, ya know, that's what I named my nub. I put her right in his mouth to let her blossom from the forest. When she got good and hard, I give him my front hole to lick. Then I give him my back hole. Then the front hole again. Then I went back and forth between the two with the quickness, jist ah-sloshin' him up. I'm humpin' his face. One time I turned around an' give him the chance't to lick up my crack from the back. I opened my eyes that time an' here's his dick, right in my face! But he still had that maid girl's cunny juice caked up on it, so I ain't wanna suck it. "But my back lick felt so good! I had them colored lights flashin' behind my eyes an' my innards was cookin' with fire. My cunny was drippin' cream and Blue was jist ah-lappin' it up. An' I had this monster dick staring me in the face. Jist ah-quiverin'! I says to myself, I says: "Lemme cunny this dick up proper so's I can suck it. This don't make no sense, him suckin' me an' I cain't suck him back. No sense at all!" "So I turned around again. I'm still on top, you see, squattin' on the balls of my feet. An' I pointed his dick back into my twat. This time it went in easier. I got the head in, anyway, an' that's the widest part. Now all I'd got to do was work the other fifteen inches in! So's I grit my teeth an' set about the task. My cunny don't seem to mind the smell of another woman's cunny on a dick. It's my nose that makes those objections. An' I meant to suck that dick that day, you hear me? I mean, after I'd twatted him up a bit. "So I'm ridin' him. Slow at first, but a li'l faster an' a li'l faster each time down the pole. I meant to scrub that dick clean. That's the best part of havin' a thick, red carpet like I gots. It's better'n a washrag an' soap. It soaks up all the leftover cunny juice an' don't leave nuthin' but fresh, clean Janice on a pole. "Meanwhile I'm thinkin': "You know, I ain't never had the full fifteen inches. The most I've had is maybe the first thirteen." I always leave the last couple inches dry. Well, not totally dry. I give him some crawly drip, sometimes, when I'm on top. Anybody would. But that don't really count. I ain't never been able to rub my Hilda May, my clit, up against his nappy, you know? You know how it feels good to scrape your clit up against a boy's fur, sometimes, an' jist rotate? Especially nappy big boys, because it's got all that friction, all that kink? Well, Hilda May ain't never been acquainted with Blue's patch. I lay it ain't a passel of women can say they clits ever touched Blue's nappy patch, leastways not whilst his dick was up in 'em. "So I says to my clit, I says: "Hilda May? Today is your day." "So I'm countin' the inches. Sev'm inches. Eight. Ten. 'Lem. I get to twelve inches an' my cooch is gaspin' for air. Blue ain't jist long. He's thick! I got 'nuther three inches to go an' I feel like I'm in the deep end of the pond swimmin', gotta come up for air occasional, less'n I'll drown. But I'm on top, so's it ain't so noticeable. When he's whalin' away from the top he don't give a gal the chance't to breathe proper. Jist Bam, Bam, Bam! I dunno. It feels good, but you don't get the chance to breathe, is all. "Okay, so I'm grippin' a full thirteen. I look down an' my cunny is jist tremblin', huffin', an' puffin' like a prizzner on a chain gang. Hilda May is rock hard, jist ah-dancing along his pole like a li'l snotty marble. She's happy. Smilin'. She's plugged. But she ain't the one puttin' in the work. It's my cunny that's strainin' to breathe, not my clit. "I'd got two inches to go. I give a li'l push. An' then another. I looked down. Dogged if'n I ain't right where I started! Them last two inches warn't gunna come easy. I see Hilda May stretchin' to reach Blue's nappy patch. She can see it. She can smell it. She jist cain't reach it. An' now she ain't so happy as before. She reckoned: "I thought you said you wuz gunna roust me up against his nappy patch?" So I go (to my cunny): "Come on, Sally! Let's don't leave Hilda May danglin'!" (Sally's still gaspin' for air, donchuknow.) "An' I give another li'l push, this time harder than before. Seemed like I gained another quarter inch. So I tried it again. Sally is strainin' now. She's sweatin'. Me an' Blue are doin' it, but it don't feel as good as it should 'cause now I'm competin'. If I'd left well-enough alone I coulda had busted a nut or three by now. "But no. I'd got sot so's I had to rub up against his patch. Or bust! An' I'm jist abusing my cunny, my Sally, with Blue's pole, like me an' her ain't the best of friends. "Well, anything that's worth doin' is worth doin' right. Blue could tell I was strainin' to swallow him whole. He helped me as much as he could. But a cunny is only so deep, you know? If you got a thirteen-inch cunny it don't translate proper into a fifteen-inch cunny. An' you might stretch her out of shape in the attempt, an' she might don't bounce back. An' then when you get married, your white man won't never hope to fill you up. An' then you'd got to spend the rest of your life with a wrecked, an' outta shape cunny that cain't wrap up a regular dick an' lets it flop around in there like a peppermint in a jar. "I looked down an' see he still had an inch an' a half of black snake pokin' out from my twat. Dry! An' Hilda May is jist ah-throbbin'. "Girls? I give up, right then an' there. I eased up. I told Hilda May to get to scrubbin' that pole clean and don't worry about his patch. If we get there, we get there. But it don't make no sense to try an' force a king dick into a hole that ain't long enough to 'commodate. You know? "Okay, so I decided to long-stroke him. I'd been inchin' down, you know, a inch down, a half a inch up. That way I figured I could get the full fifteen. Once I give up on that idea, I figured I'd do what I could with the top thirteen inches and damn the final two. So I drew my Sally all the way up to the tip, most let him fall outta me, jist hangin' in by the short hairs. Then I went all the way down, till I was full, thirteen inches in. An' I give him the swirl. Then I drew all the way up again, till his dick tip kissed my cunny lips real tender. Then I went all the way down again, till I could feel that big old cockhead budgin' up against the very back of my cunny. I give him the swirl again. "We done it like that for about ten minutes, till he cum. Anybody woulda. I was goin' faster an' faster towards the end, there. I wanted him to cum before me. Usually it's me that cums first. I was ready to cum the whole time, though. When I felt his jizz shootin' into me, I give a li'l shiver with my cunny an' I slurped it up good. Now I know I'd got the maid girl's juice shaved off proper, I knowed it was time for me to get down to business. "So after he got hard again, I knowed I had him. I could mangle him up like a pretzel and he warn't gunna splatter no time soon. So, first thing first, I give him the pooty-woo. I crawled up on his face an' I fucked his tongue from one hole to the other, whilst I sucked his dick. I sloshed my cunny all up in his face and scrubbed his nose up in my fur. I give him his jizz back 'long wit' some 'o my cream. An' I sucked the livin' shit outta that dick, girls, sucked it dry! I held that log in both my hands and jist bobbed on it. Chile? I cum over an' over an' over. It seemed like I couldn't help but sizzle. Dick in the mouth? Tongue in the ass? Girl? You ain't never had it so good. "He licked every smatterin' o' cream from betwixt my legs. He nibbled my cunny lips. He sucked purple hickeys into my ass cheeks. Here, look. You wanna see? (Here, Janice lifted her skirt and pulled her drawers down partially to display a series of intermingled purple/black bruises on her backside that looked more like the result of a beating than an amorous encounter.) "I got a couple o' these upwards of my navel, too. An' look! There's one on the back o' my knee. I ain't seen that one till now. I'd show you the hickeys on my cunny lips, but you prolly couldn't see 'em under my fur. My whole cunny is purple blue, ladies. An' it ain't all jist because of the suckin'. I told you he had my legs cocked open for a good while as he sausaged me up. We'll get to that directly. "Anyway, after I cum about four times, I clumb down down off his face. I hotched up on the edge of Jake's bed, on my knees, an' I waggled my doodihole in his face. "Go on and put it in," I says to him, real sultry-like. "You know you want it." "He went to put it up my cunny. But I wanted to try him up my poop chute. So when he pointed it at the wrong hole, I dipped a bit to let him know what time it was. He ain't no fool. "He prized me open an' eased it in. I was still wet from the lickin' he give me. He gripped my butt cheeks and prized them open, too, so's he could get some lev'ridge. It ain't never easy gettin' a dick that big up a doodihole. I ain't you, Jennie. My doodihole is a clencher. She's tight. But we managed. "Once't he got it in, he commenced to rammin'. Kaichakata! Kaikakachao! Each time he rammed it forward he got a li'l further up my doody. See, unlike a cunny, a doodihole ain't got no back. You can jist ram an' ram. An' if you ram long enough you can feel his nappy up against your butt cheeks, while your navel gets tickled from inside. Mine's an innie, sept when Blue rams fully in. An' sometimes you can feel his nuts slappin' up against your clit, if he's rammin' it proper. They'll swing. "Welp, I felt his nuts slappin' me from the back. An' his nappy hairs was scrubbin' my taint real nice. I don't mind sayin', it felt purty good. Not as good as the first time, mind you. But purty good. That first time he went up my poop chute was the best. I like to fainted, I was so hot. Steam was shootin' out my butt! But this time was purty good, too. He jist gripped my hips and roiled in an' out, kinda slow and happy. That first time he fucked my ass it was like he was mad at me for sump'n. I dunno why it feels better like that; angry fuckin', but it does. "He ass-fucked me till I cum. Then he pulled it out and cunny-fucked me from the back till I cum again. Then he ass-fucked me again. This time he cum in my butt and greased me up with lather. I clenched on him real good an' by the time he pulled out he was hard again. I ain't meant to do that, but I did. "Now I'm gettin' worried. I don't think I've got another nut in me to bust. I'm ragged out, girls; burnt! An' this cinnamon boy is wagglin' another stiffy in my face, a huge, gynormous fat boner that's been up in countless other cunnies, some 'um deeper'n mine, (but it seemed like I could smell all 'um on it at once, ever' last stinkin' cunny that monster dick has been smashed up in, includin' mine.) "An' now I dunno if I've got the stremff to floppy him up like I'm s'posed to. "So I rolled over onto my back an' I cocked my legs open. He mounted me an' eased his dick inside me. Thirteen inches in one go, all the way to the back. He jist held it there. "Now he's looking into my eyes real familiar. Most times a field boy won't look you in your eyes. But Blue is looking me in my eyes like he knows me personal, an' I guess he does since his dick is up in me right now and has been all night, jist ah-pokin' through the forest. I give him the same look right back. "You know I told you I kissed him that first time? Right on the mouth. I give him some tongue and some hickies, too. I done that, don't axe me why. This time, though, he looked like he wuz gunna kiss me. "Don't let nobody tell you that field boys is docile and you can do whatever it is you want to 'em. Some ain't docile. Blue ain't, anyway. "He turnt his head to the side an' come closer and closer to my lips. I was a li'l scared. I mean, after all, he is muscled field boy, right? It's one thing for me to kiss him. It's another thing for him to kiss me. He come closer and closer an', 'fore I knew, he tongue was in my mouth. Girl? If I was ragged out a minute ago, here come the fire. Jist a ragin'! That one kiss juiced up my cunny like she warn't never doused! She's steamin'! You kiss him one time and see don't your cunny juice up like hot butter. "So we commenced to fuckin'. An' we're kissin' an' we're fuckin' to beat the band. He pulled my titties up to his mouth an' he sucked them for a time whilst his dick was churnin' up my fur. Then he went back to kissin' me. He reached over an kissed my pits, too, wooly hair and all. He went to suck a hickey in 'em, but I stopped him, because somebody would be sure to see. I ain't let him suck my neck, neither. But I ain't wanted him to be unhappy, so I pushed his face down to my cunny and let him suck her from the front for awhile. When he come back up I reached down an' eased his dick back into where it was sposed to be. "An' we fucked and fucked and we fucked. I dunno where I got the energy from, but I give as good as I got. I twiddled my hips an' let him wedge up in me as far as he could go. I kissed him an' sucked his neck. Oh, girl! It was heaven! I jist rode the top of that wave without crashin', an' I jist lilted along. Seemed like I could jist have his whole body jist crawl up in me and hibernate like a big ole grizzly bear! "By an' by I felt sump'n I ain't felt before. His patch was rubbin' up against Hilda May! Yes! I'd took the full fifteen! I looked down an' he's jist a grindin'! "Now, I'ma tell y'all the troof. I don't think he punched another two inches into my twat. It ain't another two inches in there to punch. I think he got pressed up against the back of my cunny and she was so wet she bowed him up. Yes! My cunny made a li'l hump arch in this stiffy that warn't there before, opened up a li'l air pocket in her. Widened' me out, so to speak. An' that's the thing that give me the bulge on him! Anyway, Hilda May was happy. She 'sploded an' made me cum two times, one right behind the other, she was so happy to be mashed up against his nappy patch like that. "By that time we'd been at it for a hour an' a half. My legs was wrapped around his butt an' he's still jist ah-humpin' me; he's got my head cradled in one elbow, titties gripped tight in the other hand, squeezin' out the milk. Oh Lawdy! I wuz tired and sloppy wet. But I wuz happy! I kissed him real tender for a time an' I sucked at his dick with my twat. I'm whispering the nasty in his ear, I'm sayin': "Fuck it to me! Gimme that dick, Blue! Oh! Fuck it to me, you bald-headed, cunny-lickin' monster of a pipe-layin' boy!", you know, like Abby would say. "The next thing I know he's sprayin' me again! Jist ah-pumping' it out. I could feel his hot jizz leakin' down over my butt cheeks, jist ah-bubblin' outta my cunny. Pa-ploop! Ba-loop-a! Pa-Plook! I like to died! "The next thing I knew, the sun was comin' up. I heard a rooster crowin'! An' I'm still layin' in Jake's bed with this big beast on top of me, drippin' with cum! "I give him a sharp push: "Blue! Blue! Wake up! You gotta go!" "He was knocked out. Snoozin'! When I pushed him, all of a sudden he come to realize where he was. He jumped up and gathered up his clothes. I climbed down the ladder to see if anybody was about. I peeked into Ma's room. She's snorin'. So I waved Blue down from the loft. I peeked outdoors. It was a couple of workers up and about already to tend the crops, so I went outside an' ordered them around to the back of the house. Then I called Blue out. I ain't had to call him twice. He run down to the quarters like a wildcat was on his tail. "So I went back up to the loft. The whole room still smelled like we wuz fuckin' sump'n fierce. I jist lay down in Jake's bed and basked in it. I says to myself, I says, "That's what a real woman's cunny smells like, boys. Have a sniff an' shame the Devil!" "Yeh, I'm getten sweaty just talking bout it. I fucked him. I fucked the shit out'n him, ladies." To be continued. By Bardot1990 for Literotica.

Gretchen Thomkins' First Time By Bardot1990. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. Gretchen Thompkins lay awake in her bed. She was alone, reflecting over her day even as she anticipated good times at the upcoming Louisiana Harvest Dance, a fixture in small communities of the antebellum South. Like her neighbor Annie Leone, Gretchen was a big farm girl, just shy of six feet tall, with thick thighs and burnished blonde hair that trended auburn. She had luscious tits, green eyes and (not surprisingly) well developed biceps. Gretchen was also something of a tomboy. She had a quick temper; Gretchen would fight at the drop of a hat.Now nineteen, she was a year older than Annie. The two girls were good friends even though they'd had several scuffles over the years. Gretchen won most of these. Gretchen's fiery temperament bled over into her sex life. She liked to wrestle. Men who desired a home deep in her wet spot had to fight for it before, during and after the fact. This was largely due to Gretchen's history. Her earliest sexual experiences occurred while wrestling boys, Gretchen's favored sport. From childhood she found that she could quickly subdue male competitors using superior strength and leverage. Half-nelsons, arm-bars, ankle-locks and tight waists were her stock-in-trade. During one such contest with Ray Ray, a black slave from her farm, she found herself astride him, pinning his arms to the ground. Though fully clothed, their genitals mashed together as Ray Ray struggled to counter her winning hold. Gretchen felt an inexplicable cylindrical lump rising in Ray Ray's groin. It didn't have the angular power of an elbow or a knee or a femur. She knew how to counter those anatomical weapons. No, this lump pressed her labia apart in a manner she found disconcerting yet delightful, even though she was fully dressed. She held Ray Ray down and surreptitiously rubbed herself up and down the length of this lump. She was puzzled to find that this motion pacified her competitor in proportion to her own arousal. It seemed to sap his will to compete. For some reason he stopped struggling and offered his increasingly firm lump up to her thrusts, though she thought she'd disguised this grinding action as a natural wrestling move. Something felt strange about this position. If Ray Ray really tried, she felt he could throw her off. Astride him like this, she didn't have him properly locked up. At least his shoulder blades wouldn't be exposed to the ground. She noticed that he didn't seem to be trying very hard to escape. Also, as deeply as she pressed him, Gretchen still felt like an unfilled abyss. She felt she possessed a canyon that could subdue Ray Ray's lump, and was designed to do so, and would enjoy doing so, yet she couldn't quite figure out how to accomplish it. Anyway, this rubbing felt pretty good. In minutes a great warmth enveloped her, then an increasingly bright light, then a fibrillating rush. Finally something inside her musculature snapped and rocketed Gretchen into a realm of blissful exuberance. Her breathing became strained. Her toes trembled. She struggled to merge her groin with Ray Ray's lump through their clothing, casting her prior reticence to the winds. When she recovered from this pall, Ray Ray's eyes were fluttering. He was actively massaging her groin with his lump. By now, it straddled up to his navel. His hands gripped her buttocks. He seemed to be on the verge of the same type of preternatural collapse Gretchen had just experienced. Gretchen leapt off his body, flipped him over and snapped him into a three-quarter nelson. She cradled him up so that his shoulders touched the ground as his body painfully doubled over upon itself. "Say uncle!" she demanded. Ray Ray struggled uselessly. He was locked in. "Say it!" she demanded again. "Uncle!" gasped Ray Ray. Gretchen let him go. She stretched out on her elbows and smiled at him. "I told you I could whup you," she chided. "What was that, move, you did when you were on top, there?" he asked, ignoring her challenge. "I dunno," she answered. "First time I've done that. It just happened like that." "Let's do that again?" he asked hopefully. "Tomorrow," Gretchen replied. "I gotta get back to the house." She spent the better part of a year wrestling with Ray Ray like this. No one knew of their bouts. Even touching a white woman in any sort of physical manner would have brought the full weight of Southern culture down upon Ray Ray. Despite this risk, Gretchen liked him. She especially liked manhandling him. It made her feel powerful. In fact, the wrestling was Gretchen's main reason for their interactions. She was largely ignorant of the sexual connotations borne of this close contact. Their next two matches offered no opportunity for a rehash of their earlier grind session. Gretchen took him down and mounted him from behind, working his arms and legs into position for a winning pin. On the third encounter, though, Gretchen deliberately struggled to a position atop his groin, elicited his lump and dry humped him until they extemporaneously exploded in tandem. Gretchen recovered quickly and pinned him again. She noted a huge, dark wet spot on his cotton pantaloons afterward. Had he peed himself? It wasn't until weeks later that Ray Ray was able to mount and dry hump Gretchen from the superior missionary position. She splayed her legs open for him. This felt good. A few encounters later he was able to hump her from behind. After he splattered in his shorts, he flipped her over and pinned her for the first time. She let him. Gretchen concluded this encounter by reaching into his pants to draw out his moistened lump. Her curiosity won out. As she suspected, it was his penis. But it wasn't as stiff now as it had been during their match. It was limp and sticky. It looked like the regular penises she'd seen around the farm dangling between the thighs of exhausted slaves. It smelled like her brother Tommy smelled, sometimes, when he returned home from the slave quarters. It flopped out of her fist and doubled over across her knuckles. Creamy fluid oozed from its tip. After considering it for a few moments, Gretchen impetuously reached down and took it in her mouth. This seemed a natural progression of her curiosity. In seconds Ray Ray's cock bloomed aloft, doubling in size and girth. Gretchen was amazed. "This is what you been pressing me with, not that shriveled up other thing," she said. "How do you get it stiff like this?" Boldly, Ray pushed her down. He pulled her swimming shorts down to her ankles, exposing her golden bush. Ray Ray drew an admiring gasp. Gretchen's pussy gaped open before him. "What are you doing!" Gretchen erupted. With that she kicked off her shorts and proceeded to give Ray Ray a grappling lesson for the ages. She twisted him up like a pretzel, bending his body into angles it was never designed to accommodate. His dick retained its tumescence, however, even managing to stiffen into a characteristic rigor. This, too, sapped his resistance to Gretchen's skill. For her part, Gretchen was perplexed. Someone had told her that men's penises behaved like this. Now she'd seen it for herself. She released Ray Ray. They both stood. Ray Ray's cock stood straight out, unapologetically seeking the liquid warmth of her aforementioned chasm. Gretchen abruptly turned and trotted away, re-donning her swim shorts as she tiptoed thru the underbrush. She was breathless and disheveled. Why had Ray Ray introduced his naked penis into a wrestling match? What did that have to do with a competition she was inevitably destined to win? What was this strange, musky taste in her mouth? Still, she felt an otherworldly emptiness and knew, somehow, that Ray Ray's dick was designed to mollify that hunger. "I'd better ask somebody," she thought. The following week Gretchen broke protocol and brought her best friend, Polly Lynn Bannister, to her meet up in the woods with Ray Ray. Polly Lynn was a couple years older than Gretchen. She was a stunning brunette with hair cascading deeply down her back and wispy freckles o?" Polly model of a woman. Predictably, the young Negro was shocked at this breach of confidentiality. Spanning back a decade to childhood, their wrestling matches had always been a secret, something fun between the two of them. Not even Gretchen's brother knew of their meet-ups in the woods. Gretchen and Ray Ray wrestled and talked and laughed. Sometimes they caught frogs and snakes and put them together, screeching as the frogs scrambled to escape becoming a meal. All their years of athletic foreplay had led to this one?" Polly smirked. "This is the boy you been tellin' me about? This one?" Polly smirked. "Yes, this one. He's a good enough beast," Gretchen retorted. "I seen him someplace before," Polly noted. "Of course you seen him. He's ours. He lives on our place!" Gretchen said. Like most whites of the day, Polly didn't consider that slaves had actual lives, not lives of consequence in any case. They were servants, little else. They only interacted with whites at the behest of the whites. If Gretchen hadn't mentioned Ray Ray, Polly would have been blithely unaware of his existence. "You sure you gonna keep this to yourself?" Gretchen worried aloud. "Girl! I said I wouldn't tell. And I won't. Let's have a look at it." Polly shot back. "Show her, Ray Ray." "Huh? Show her what?" Ray Ray asked. "That thing in your pants. Show her." "I ain't a-showin' dis gurl my dick!" "Oh, jist pull it out. She ain't gon' say nuttin' to nobody. I already told her about it." "What you done tole her?" "I told her 'bout us rasslin'. An' I told her 'bout you gettin' hard sometimes." "You gon' get me in trouble!" Ray Ray expostulated. "I ain't gon' tell on you boy," Polly interrupted. "Jist lemme see what she been braggin' about." "Brag'n? I ain't been braggin'! I jist, I jis," flustered Gretchen. "Let's see it, Ray Ray." Polly smirked. Reluctantly, Ray Ray flumped his penis from his pantaloons. It was already thick with anticipation, yet just now was receding. One could almost see the erectile blood rushing back into his body as fear of Grethen's unannounced friend took hold. "It's usually a lot bigger'n this, Polly." Gretchen allowed. "I should guess so." Polly replied. "I seen black cocks his age with dicks as long as your forearm. It's God's way of repayin' 'em for bein' our slaves. Some 'um swing like a elephant trunk runnin'. Ain't nuttin' out'n the way about this un, though." "My dick ain't li'l!" Ray Ray snuffled. "Who said it was?" Polly retorted. "I jist said other black boy's dicks is bigger, is all." "Well, Miss Polly, if you like I can make it as big as you please." Ray Ray offered. "Oh you can, can you? Well do it, Mr. Smartie. Let's see you make it happen." Ray Ray gripped his dick and began to stroke it for the white girls. This staunched the receding blood flow. His dick thickened and lengthened. In less than a minute, Ray Ray's cock stood proudly erect before them. "See? I told you!" said Gretchen. "Well, it's bigger'n what it was a minute ago. I still seen bigger. Paul Gaston's Peter is bigger'n that. And he's white!" "You bad thing! When did you see Paul Gaston's peter rabbit?" Gretchen giggled. "I told you about that. I done it to him that weekend. You remember? Rev. Jefferson was doin' the big Revival meetin'? An' we sneaked off?" "Oh yeah! But wait a minute! How'd you see his peter rabbit? You said y'all did it from behind with your clothes on!" "Well, I ain't actual see it. But I felt it goin' in. An' it felt a lot bigger than this blackie's dick I'm seeing here." "Oh, you jist makin' up stories to make me feel bad. Maybe your pooty was smaller that day an' it just felt like his poker was bigger'n it really was." "I know a big un when I see 'em an' when I feel 'em. An' this one's okay. It ain't nuttin' special, though." Polly drawled. "Is you gon' he'p me with this boy's dick or ain't you?" Gretchen finally asked. This brightened Ray Ray's outlook some. He'd begun to wonder if this was some dick measuring competition designed to make him come up short. Too, he began to wonder after Polly's intentions and her rationale for being there. "You gon' let him put it up in you? For real?" Polly smirked. "I will if you will," Gretchen conceded. "You know I will. Dicks don't skeer me none, white or colored." Ray Ray's heart skipped a beat. Both? "Well, don't let him pee in you. I want him to pee in me this time," Gretchen commented. Neither girl seemed conflicted by such bold conversation, especially insofar as Ray Ray's consent had yet to be considered. "Girl! I keep telling you: that's not pee. Pee is yellow. Don't you know anything?" Gretchen taunted. With that, Polly began to shed her clothing. By the time her tits popped out both Ray Ray and Gretchen were transfixed. Ray Ray had never actually seen a white woman's tits before. Polly's nipples were pink, not black like those of most black women he'd seen. "Well?" Polly paused. "Are you gonna just stand there and stare? Take your clothes off, boy." This broke Ray Ray's spell. He hurriedly doffed his simple cotton tunic and shorts. Presently he stood fully naked. His penis lurched upwards with each new visual exposure to Polly's nakedness. "You, too." Polly ordered Gretchen. Soon enough all three were butt naked. "What now?" Gretchen asked hopefully. Polly shook her head contemptuously after the manner of a good friend whose best friend has just asked the stupidest question ever in the history of the universe. She started to kneel before Ray Ray but quickly thought of a better opening. "Come here, Ray Ray. get down here. On your knees." Ray Ray complied. Polly stepped to him, leading with her vagina. Ray Ray noted that Polly's pussy wasn't nearly as hairy as other pussies he'd seen. Here she was, the eldest of the three, and her pussy looked like a youngster's, it was just now growing in. It was dotted with raven black nubs along the edges. Longer silky black hairs ran up and down the line of her slit, giving the distinct impression of an incoming cleft-beard. Moreover, Polly's pubic outline grew in the perfect shape of a heart. She bore no perimeter stragglers. Her pussy looked handcrafted, too perfect to be real. Ray Ray glanced over at Gretchen's lush auburn forest. The two triangles could not have been more differently arrayed. "Don't be shy. Lick it." came Polly's order from above. She thrust her cleft towards his nose. Ray Ray noted Polly's vaginal contours again, these just inches from his nose. Her abdomen was pleasingly flat. It tapered down into a luxuriant vulva that bulged slightly from Polly's profile before scooting under into her rump. He could see Polly's hipbones protruding through the roundness of her hips. Her pussy didn't resonate like that of any pussy he'd ever sniffed. It smelled tidy. Perfumed. Elegant. Timidly, Ray Ray closed his eyes. He poked out his tongue. Polly nudged her pussy forward. She rested her clit against the tip of his tongue. "See? He'd like us to do this to him," she said to Gretchen, who stood by, eyes wide with wonder. "But let's let him do us first. Come on over here. You'll like this. It feels good. Better'n all that dry humpin', anyway." She began to roil her pussy slit against Ray Ray's tongue in small, jerking circlets. When the young man displayed hesitance, she gripped the back of his head and pulled his face back to her mound. She began to hump his mouth with an increasingly exaggerated vehemence, as if her clit possessed leverage, drawing her ass back slowly before firing it forward aggressively. Her vulva's five o'clock shadow scraped his chin. Gretchen, who'd yet to ever feel skin-to-skin contact against her vagina (other than her own hand), looked on with awe. "Come on, over, Gretchen," Polly huffed. "Take your turn. I'm, I'm almost." Gretchen didn't move. Polly seemed to be in the grip of an ague. As he licked her cunt, Ray Ray's dick lurched upward from between his kneeling thighs. Each time Polly arched her slit along the tip of his tongue Ray Ray's dick bounced comically. Gretchen suppressed a giggle at the sight. Polly stepped back from Ray Ray. Her body spasms made her movements seem strained. Her eyes were unfocused. She trembled like an elderly matron. Her hips juked with unpredictable jags. Gretchen noticed that Polly's clitoris bounced in unison with Ray Ray's unwettened cock, all pink and jiggly. "Okay, your, turn," Polly mumbled as wavelets of tremble encumbered her body. Gretchen looked down at Ray Ray. He was still kneeling. The prospect of Gretchen's sex stabilized his bouncing cock some. It protruded from between his thighs with barely a wobble. Gretchen felt her canyon aching. This was the thickness that had so roused her passions. It wasn't meant to be on her. It was meant to be in her. She looked back to Polly. The girl was still jagging from contact with Ray Ray's tongue. Yet his dick was ten times bigger. Gretchen's pussy snapped tight at the size disparity. With a little trepidation, Gretchen stepped up to face the kneeling black boy. Her hairy pussy was in his face, fragrant with anticipation. He ignored this, choosing to look up at her face with a glance that pleaded "Is this what you really want?" They both knew that Gretchen's time had come. She didn't want tongue. She wanted something more. She touched his cheek with her fingertips and returned this unspoken realization with her eyes. Ray Ray lowered onto his ass and laid back on the floor. Slowly, she knelt straddling him, carefully positioning her vagina for intrusion. Ray Ray's cock pronged straight up, aware of her descent. Gretchen held onto Ray Ray's shoulders for balance. When finally she felt his bulbous cockhead at her entrance she paused for the briefest of instants. There would be no turning back. This wasn't wrestling. She knelt further and, as his cock peeled her open she felt the same tremors that so afflicted her friend Polly. Down, down and further down still she crouched until Ray Ray's cock filled her completely and her golden hairy pussy lips kissed his nappy pubic mound. She'd been told that this first intrusion would be painful. It was not. It was delightful. She withdrew slowly. Her joy at being so coupled built and doubled. She lowered herself onto him again. The feeling of sexual ecstasy quickly began to blister Gretchen into Polly's realm. She raised up and probed downward once, then twice more. Suddenly, she felt a steaming hot wetness pouring from Ray Ray. An explosion of light, heat and sound invested her entire body, propelling Gretchen into the glory of her first penile orgasm. The two conjoined lovers united with Polly in the Kingdom of Prurience. There they withstood the flashing lights, the zoom and the sway for as long at they might before collapsing to the grass beneath. As usual, Gretchen was on top. "Dang. That was quick," observed Polly dryly. She watched as Ray Ray's semen drained from Gretchen's cunt, coating his balls in milky seepage. She could see his testicles seize up periodically as he pumped the remaining drippings of his seed into the big white girl. "It don't look like I'm gon' get a turn," Polly remarked. This challenge brought Ray Ray around. The prospect of doin' it to two white girls in the same day tweaked his ardor. He tapped Gretchen on her butt. She seemed oblivious to Polly Lynn's comments. In fact, she looked to be on the verge of sleep. "Hey," he whispered. "Hey! Miss Gretchen!" Gretchen snapped her head awake. She was still absentmindedly grinding her pussy against his cock, only in smaller, post-coital, less frantic circlets. "Yes?" she asked. "Miss Polly say she want to get her turn," he whispered. Gretchen took a deep breath. She looked over her shoulder at Polly standing there, arms crossed, tapping her feet diffidently. Gretchen leaned back a little from atop Ray Ray's dick. It felt spongy and soft inside her. She looked down the line of her torso to see it still lingering there, trapped between her labia. She arched her pelvis a little more and watched as his dick oozed from her pussy, inch by inch, like a fat slug pouring thru a posthole. Finally it flopped out of her cunt and flumped casually against Ray Ray's thighs. Gretchen's chasm was empty again. She rolled over onto her butt and bounced up snappily. "That was fun!" she smiled as semen trickled down her thighs. "Yeh, well I ain't showed you everything," Polly commented. "You shoulda let him lick your pussy first, like I showed you. Then your nut woulda been stronger. You wouldn't be so bouncy fresh. You'd be crumpled." "I was crumpled for a minute there. You saying his tongue feels better'n his dick? His dick is way bigger'n his tongue." "You got a dick, too, in case you didn't know," Polly continued. "It ain't as big as his dick but it's where that bouncy fresh feeling comes from. You don't need to have his dick up in you to feel like that." Gretchen was too embarrassed to admit that she wanted, no, needed to have her canyon filled. She couldn't imagine a better outcome than to have a thick stiffie between her legs, igniting her pinkness with churn. She withheld comment as Polly stepped across Ray Ray's prone body, knelt, and pushed his slippery limp cock up into her own neatly trimmed pussy. "Now watch this," Polly grunted. She began to suckle at his limp penis with her pussy. She didn't hump him. She just squatted over him and, using her cunt muscles, sucked his soggy prick inside. Once engulfed, she unclenched and let gravity slowly drag Ray Ray's cock earthward while her heated vagina clasped his foreskin, pulling it up and over his pud. When his dick was almost ready to plop from her grasp she sucked him back in like a diner slurping a strand of spaghetti. It was an exercise in sexual gymnastics that amazed both onlookers. Slowly, Ray Ray's dick hardened enough to counteract the downward pull of gravity. Only then did Polly begin to churn and roil atop his cock. She sought Gretchen's eyes and gave her a devilish smile. "This is how you do it," she growled in a husky, decadent voice. With that Polly began to fuck Ray Ray, slamming her pelvis against his with the force of a jackhammer. She held her tits separate from his with outstretched arms. Only the merger of their genitalia indicated a connection between them. Unlike Gretchen, Polly had no historical ties to Ray Ray. He was just "one of them Thompkins property". He had a sizeable black dick, that's about all she knew. Tomorrow, Polly wouldn't even remember Ray Ray's name. "Don't cum in me," she whispered to Ray Ray, ignoring the fact that his cock was lathered with semen prior to the start of their intercourse. "You heard me?" she whispered through grated teeth. "I said, 'Don't cum in me.'" "Yes'm," replied Ray Ray. "Okay then," she growled, picking up the pace. She began to fuck Ray Ray ever more quickly, like a Chihuahua humping a bumblebee. He tits fluttered. She climaxed again and again without slowing the pace of her assault. She knew that, at some point, Ray Ray would be obliged to splatter. But since Gretchen was already soiled with his issue, she felt that Ray Ray might be able to withstand a lengthy session inside fresh puss. She didn't realize that Ray Ray had already cum twice inside her. He was working towards a third orgasm when Polly issued her stern caveat. He was young; his dick was prime for pussy. Multiple orgasms weren't a problem. They were a feature. Ignoring her orders, Ray Ray came inside Polly's pussy yet again. The frenetic pace of their intercourse disguised his seminal emissions, making them somewhat akin to a popgun, quick, but certainly not lethal. The black kid launched his jism repeatedly without pausing or losing the pattern of their coital rhythm. He erupted and re-hardened shortly thereafter, neither slowing perceptibly nor grimacing with the telltale climactic facial rigor of the satiated. Adrift in her own miasma of sensuality, Polly never suspected him of malfeasance. After her fifth orgasm, however, Polly Lynn began to suspect that Ray Ray was frontin'. Her pussy was smokin' hot. Her abdominal muscles burned with fire. Her clit bloomed and ebbed like a strong man's dick, turtling obscenely at the apex of her labia. Surely, this young blackie should have cum already. A dead man would have. Yet when she dismounted him, his cock was still rock hard, hanging steady at a sixty-degree angle. It stank with the smell of fuck. She watched it quiver, drenched in cream. Polly couldn't decide whether this was fresh cream or leftover jizz from his earlier session with Gretchen. She mounted him again and redoubled her efforts, garnering two more gargantuan orgasms in the process. Ray Ray hung in there. His dick endured. Finally satisfied, she rolled from atop him, wiping sweat from her forehead with her forearm. Her pussy throbbed. "Your turn," she mumbled weakly to Gretchen. Gratefully, Gretchen mounted her wrestling partner, pointing his spiring cock into her wetness. She felt him part her slit and slide easily into her pinkness. His dick pulsed with virility. They fucked for thirty seconds before exploding into bliss. Each preening thrust scraped open newly active nerve endings that made this second encounter between them singularly memorable. Gretchen boiled aloft and snapped her pussy tight about his cock with the fire-snapple crack of a bullwhip. Semen ejected from her pussy in a concentrated stream resembling piss. Polly looked on disgustedly. "I done fucked this blackie six ways from Sunday and she makes him bust nuts in five seconds?" She looked down at her pussy as if to chastise it for ineptitude. Lying in her bed now, Gretchen recalled that epic first session from nearly a year ago. She reached down to finger herself absentmindedly. Gretchen still wrestled Ray Ray in the meadow nowadays. More often than not their wrestling sessions ended with his dick in her puss. Sometimes she sucked him. Sometime he licked her. Sometimes they didn't even get around to wrestling. Gretchen knew this couldn't go on indefinitely. Ray Ray was black. She could never invite him home to dinner. She sighed with resignation. Maybe she'd meet a capable white boy at the Harvest Dance. To be continued. By Bardot1990 for Literotica. The Antebellum Pussie Possie: Part 6 Janice Leone describes how it feels getting monster fucked. By Bardot1990. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. My name is Janice. The following story is set in Northeast Louisiana in 1844. Mary Lynn, Gretchen, Annie, & Polly Lynn were sitting with me at the wedding reception for Abby. The girls had sex on their minds and imagined what Abby's wedding night might be like, tonight.  After several tawdry comments, Mary Lynn turned to me and said;"Janice, tell us 'bout Blue again. I don't know how you do it. I couldn't get a dick that big up in me without a shoe horn an' a brick!" Gretchen: "Yeh, Janice, tell us! I still cain't get over how you said you warn't never gunna get you a woodpile slave. An' now you got the best one!" Annie: "I dunno that he's the best one. He might be the biggest one. I still say that Charlie Nelson can fuck rings around jist about anybody I know, white or black. That boy can work it!" Janice: "Well, I ain't tested Charlie out yet." Annie: "It ain't like I ain't offered you the chance." Janice: "You mean that time down to your pond? When Abby took my turn? I warn't ready then. I warn't broke in good. You knew that. You wuz tryin' to get me to do sump'n I warn't ready for. I'll try him now, though. I'm good an' broke in now, some might say." Mary Lynn: "Tell us, Janice! Is you done did to him lately?" Janice: "Yeah. We done it yesterday. Cain't you see I'm walkin' funny?" Polly Lynn: "I noticed. I ain't wanna say nuthin." Janice: "Well, if you'd had your legs cocked open for a hour an' a half an' a big ole elephant trunk snappin' in your cunt, you'd be walkin' funny, too." Gretchen: "A hour an' a half?" Janice: "If I'm lyin', I'm flyin." Mary Lynn, Jennie and Annie (in tandem): "Dang." Polly Lynn: "Did you make him lick you? That's the part I wanna hear." Janice: "He licked me. Front and back. An' I licked him, too." Jennie: "He give you a back lick?" Janice: "Of course. He's grown. He ain't like our biddy li'l boys what don't want to go the full measure. He licked me clean." Jennie: "Front and back? Janice: "Yep. Front, back, knees, pits, toes, taint and titties. I ain't no li'l girl no more. What? You think he spent the whole hour'n a half humpin' my cunt? I'd be dead! An' so would you, for that matter. Ain't I told you he got a elephant trunk in his pants?" Mary Lynn, Jennie and Annie (in tandem): "The full measure! Wow!" Janice: "Do you want me to tell the story or don't you?" Mary Lynn, Jennie and Annie (in tandem): "Do tell; Do tell!" Janice: "Okay. So you know my Pa an' my brother come to town early to help with the dance setup, right? That left me and my Ma home alone. So I'm lying in my bed an' it occurs to me that I ain't had none in a few days. I could tell because my cunny had got hot and achy, an' that only happens when she ain't, well, she ain't did what a good cunny is 'posed to do. I don't want get too much into it. All of us has been there from time to time. "So I wondered if'n I had the time to go get Blue. Usually, I'll give him a hint to come up to the house real late after everyone goes asleep. But I ain't had the time yesterday to pull his coat. I'd thought he was goin' to town with my Pa. But my Pa ain't took the carriage to town. Him and Jake rode the horses. So that left me with a achy cunny and no way to cool her off, less'n I used my hand, an' I ain't wanna do that if'n I could get a message to Blue. Who wants a hand if'n you can get the real thing? If you polish pearl an' the real thing shows up, you might don't have the energy to handle the ride, you know? Anyway, that was how I saw it. "So I was gunna see if I could sneak down an' get him. I peeked out my door an' I ain't see anything stirring. So I was gunna make a run for it. Jist as I was rampin' up to go, I seen my Ma sliding out! She had her nightdress on an' a overcoat. I don't know where she was goin', but I didn't want her to see me peekin' out, so I slipped back into bed an acted like I was asleep. "By and by, I ain't hear nuthin'. She jist disappeared into the night. I figured she must'a forgot sump'n an' went to get it. But she was gone for so long, an' my ache jist wouldn't go away, I knew I had to do sump'n. So I gathered up my courage an' I slipped out of my bedroom. I tiptoed over to the front door an' peeked out. I ain't see her anywhere. An' I ain't wanted to sneak out and have her catched me on her way back from wherever she was. "Finally, I took a deep breath an' I jist run out the front door. I told myself that if I come across my Ma, I'd tell her I went to axe her sump'n an' she warn't in her bedroom. I said I'd say I got panicked and run out lookin' for her. Anyway, that sounded good to me. An' my Ma would believe me, if it come to that. "Really, I was on my way down to Blue's place in the field worker quarters. I was gunna roust him up and have him come up to the house. I knowed better than to have him in my room or for me to stay at his place, because my Ma would come an' check on me soon's she got back from wherever she was. So I was gunna tell him to climb up into the loft where Jake sleeps an' wait for me there. Even if my Ma checked on me, I could always call down from the loft an' tell her where I was. She wasn't gunna climb up. "So I get down to Blue's hut. I peek in. Don't you know he's already got a dark gal mounted up an' she's jist a roilin'! He's got this stupid smile on his face, you know, that look they get when they's locked in? You like it when they get that look because they're sot jist so and won't cum, so's you can jist roil and roil an' don't have to worry 'bout re-energizin' a floppy dick or wipin' jizz off a leaky cunny. "He sees me in the window. I give him the thumb jerk. He knows that means I want him to come up to the house. He's thinkin' I give him the thumb jerk earlier an' he musta missed it, because he give the maid gal a tap on her ass an' told her to finish up. She musta already had got hers because she ain't made too much of a complaint about gettin' shorted. She eased her cunny off him and reached for her clothes. His dick was still rock hard. When I see that I run back to the house an' waited. I knowed he would come. "I get back to the house an' my Ma ain't made it back yit. I wasn't too worried. She usually knows what she's about. I was jist concerned that she would come up jist as Blue was comin' up, you know? I ain't wanted that. So I waited at the front door till I see him comin'. I rushed him in an' I told him to skeedaddle up into the loft an' wait for me in my brother, Jake's bed. I peeked out for a bit, lookin' for my Ma, but she never showed up. By an' by my cunny ache told me she'd be alright. My twat ain't often wrong. I climbed up into the loft behind Blue. "Once't I got up there I lit a candle so's I could see. He's up there, alright, dick in hand. He ain't washed it since he'd been up in the maid girl's cunny, so he had that "I been fuckin'" smell; you know how it do. Some folks don't like it. I used to didn't like it, but I've got used to it. It don't bother me now as much as it used to. "Anyway, I know I've said this before, but that durn Blue is one good looking boy. He's got that ebony skin, bald head, and them big muscles. His eyes are hazel, an' he's got lips like a girl. Not femmy, I mean, but kinda, what's the word? Sensitive? Sensual? That's the word. Sensual. You'd like to kiss him. That's what I mean. Usually you jist want a field worker to fuck 'cause his dick can crawl way up in you and scrub the areas where a regular dick don't reach, most times. But with Blue, you jist wanna suck on his lips an' his tongue an' his neck while his dick is scrubbing you out. An' you feel like, kinda like, a woman. You know? "Plus, you wanna talk about Prescott Gaston can suck some cunny? He cain't hold a candle to Blue. That big boy can suck a cunny like it was a chicken bone, an' won't leave nary bit of gristle, nor fat, neither. You ain't got to axe Blue for the pooty-woo. He'll lick you back to front, front to back, top to bottom and side to side. You get done with a Blue lickin' session an' it's jist like you'd had a hot bath on a Saturday. An' we ain't even talked about his dick yet. "Anyway, I was sayin' I lit a candle and Blue was there on my brother's bed with his dick in his hand. He stood up and stroked it till it stood up on its own. He knows I like that. Lemme tell you, once't his dick gets hard? He can bend his head down and suck it on his own. One time I dared him to do it, an' he did it, an' I thought it was the most amazin' thing. He wasn't ashamed or nuthin'. I watched him suck it for a minute or two, then I jumped in an sucked it for him. I ain't wanted him to take my job out ah my hands. He might wouldn't wanna mash his dick up in my cunny no more. I couldn't have that. "But I ain't had him suck hisself yesterday. I wanted to kiss him an' he had that other girl's cream all over his dick. I ain't wanna taste that, so I needed to twatted him up in my own fur, like Annie said, before I put my mouth or his mouth on it. "So I had him lie down on his back an' I clumb up on him an' I eased myself down on it. You 'member the first time him and me did it standin' up an' I ain't had no problems gettin' it in because I was so wet and horny with The Taint? Well, that was then. I ain't got The Taint now. So you can jist imagine it's a bit more harder'n it was the first time I done it to him. "I pointed him into my fur and jiggled around till my cunny lips was situated roundst that big ole dickhead as best as I could get it. Felt like he was mashin' my cunny lips into my thighs, he was so thick. So I give a li'l push and he widened me. But I still couldn't fit his whole thing in. I give another li'l push. An' another. But it ain't seem like he was gettin' any deeper, an' I needed him to be real deep, because my burn don't start from the front of my cunny. It starts from the back an' it plugs into my clit at the front. That's what makes her hard and wobbly, less'n somebody gives her a suck. "So I says to him, I says: "I'm gunna need some grease, it appears." "He knows what that means. So I crawled up his chest with my pooty and I give him the woo right off the bat. I put Hilda May, ya know, that's what I named my nub. I put her right in his mouth to let her blossom from the forest. When she got good and hard, I give him my front hole to lick. Then I give him my back hole. Then the front hole again. Then I went back and forth between the two with the quickness, jist ah-sloshin' him up. I'm humpin' his face. One time I turned around an' give him the chance't to lick up my crack from the back. I opened my eyes that time an' here's his dick, right in my face! But he still had that maid girl's cunny juice caked up on it, so I ain't wanna suck it. "But my back lick felt so good! I had them colored lights flashin' behind my eyes an' my innards was cookin' with fire. My cunny was drippin' cream and Blue was jist ah-lappin' it up. An' I had this monster dick staring me in the face. Jist ah-quiverin'! I says to myself, I says: "Lemme cunny this dick up proper so's I can suck it. This don't make no sense, him suckin' me an' I cain't suck him back. No sense at all!" "So I turned around again. I'm still on top, you see, squattin' on the balls of my feet. An' I pointed his dick back into my twat. This time it went in easier. I got the head in, anyway, an' that's the widest part. Now all I'd got to do was work the other fifteen inches in! So's I grit my teeth an' set about the task. My cunny don't seem to mind the smell of another woman's cunny on a dick. It's my nose that makes those objections. An' I meant to suck that dick that day, you hear me? I mean, after I'd twatted him up a bit. "So I'm ridin' him. Slow at first, but a li'l faster an' a li'l faster each time down the pole. I meant to scrub that dick clean. That's the best part of havin' a thick, red carpet like I gots. It's better'n a washrag an' soap. It soaks up all the leftover cunny juice an' don't leave nuthin' but fresh, clean Janice on a pole. "Meanwhile I'm thinkin': "You know, I ain't never had the full fifteen inches. The most I've had is maybe the first thirteen." I always leave the last couple inches dry. Well, not totally dry. I give him some crawly drip, sometimes, when I'm on top. Anybody would. But that don't really count. I ain't never been able to rub my Hilda May, my clit, up against his nappy, you know? You know how it feels good to scrape your clit up against a boy's fur, sometimes, an' jist rotate? Especially nappy big boys, because it's got all that friction, all that kink? Well, Hilda May ain't never been acquainted with Blue's patch. I lay it ain't a passel of women can say they clits ever touched Blue's nappy patch, leastways not whilst his dick was up in 'em. "So I says to my clit, I says: "Hilda May? Today is your day." "So I'm countin' the inches. Sev'm inches. Eight. Ten. 'Lem. I get to twelve inches an' my cooch is gaspin' for air. Blue ain't jist long. He's thick! I got 'nuther three inches to go an' I feel like I'm in the deep end of the pond swimmin', gotta come up for air occasional, less'n I'll drown. But I'm on top, so's it ain't so noticeable. When he's whalin' away from the top he don't give a gal the chance't to breathe proper. Jist Bam, Bam, Bam! I dunno. It feels good, but you don't get the chance to breathe, is all. "Okay, so I'm grippin' a full thirteen. I look down an' my cunny is jist tremblin', huffin', an' puffin' like a prizzner on a chain gang. Hilda May is rock hard, jist ah-dancing along his pole like a li'l snotty marble. She's happy. Smilin'. She's plugged. But she ain't the one puttin' in the work. It's my cunny that's strainin' to breathe, not my clit. "I'd got two inches to go. I give a li'l push. An' then another. I looked down. Dogged if'n I ain't right where I started! Them last two inches warn't gunna come easy. I see Hilda May stretchin' to reach Blue's nappy patch. She can see it. She can smell it. She jist cain't reach it. An' now she ain't so happy as before. She reckoned: "I thought you said you wuz gunna roust me up against his nappy patch?" So I go (to my cunny): "Come on, Sally! Let's don't leave Hilda May danglin'!" (Sally's still gaspin' for air, donchuknow.) "An' I give another li'l push, this time harder than before. Seemed like I gained another quarter inch. So I tried it again. Sally is strainin' now. She's sweatin'. Me an' Blue are doin' it, but it don't feel as good as it should 'cause now I'm competin'. If I'd left well-enough alone I coulda had busted a nut or three by now. "But no. I'd got sot so's I had to rub up against his patch. Or bust! An' I'm jist abusing my cunny, my Sally, with Blue's pole, like me an' her ain't the best of friends. "Well, anything that's worth doin' is worth doin' right. Blue could tell I was strainin' to swallow him whole. He helped me as much as he could. But a cunny is only so deep, you know? If you got a thirteen-inch cunny it don't translate proper into a fifteen-inch cunny. An' you might stretch her out of shape in the attempt, an' she might don't bounce back. An' then when you get married, your white man won't never hope to fill you up. An' then you'd got to spend the rest of your life with a wrecked, an' outta shape cunny that cain't wrap up a regular dick an' lets it flop around in there like a peppermint in a jar. "I looked down an' see he still had an inch an' a half of black snake pokin' out from my twat. Dry! An' Hilda May is jist ah-throbbin'. "Girls? I give up, right then an' there. I eased up. I told Hilda May to get to scrubbin' that pole clean and don't worry about his patch. If we get there, we get there. But it don't make no sense to try an' force a king dick into a hole that ain't long enough to 'commodate. You know? "Okay, so I decided to long-stroke him. I'd been inchin' down, you know, a inch down, a half a inch up. That way I figured I could get the full fifteen. Once I give up on that idea, I figured I'd do what I could with the top thirteen inches and damn the final two. So I drew my Sally all the way up to the tip, most let him fall outta me, jist hangin' in by the short hairs. Then I went all the way down, till I was full, thirteen inches in. An' I give him the swirl. Then I drew all the way up again, till his dick tip kissed my cunny lips real tender. Then I went all the way down again, till I could feel that big old cockhead budgin' up against the very back of my cunny. I give him the swirl again. "We done it like that for about ten minutes, till he cum. Anybody woulda. I was goin' faster an' faster towards the end, there. I wanted him to cum before me. Usually it's me that cums first. I was ready to cum the whole time, though. When I felt his jizz shootin' into me, I give a li'l shiver with my cunny an' I slurped it up good. Now I know I'd got the maid girl's juice shaved off proper, I knowed it was time for me to get down to business. "So after he got hard again, I knowed I had him. I could mangle him up like a pretzel and he warn't gunna splatter no time soon. So, first thing first, I give him the pooty-woo. I crawled up on his face an' I fucked his tongue from one hole to the other, whilst I sucked his dick. I sloshed my cunny all up in his face and scrubbed his nose up in my fur. I give him his jizz back 'long wit' some 'o my cream. An' I sucked the livin' shit outta that dick, girls, sucked it dry! I held that log in both my hands and jist bobbed on it. Chile? I cum over an' over an' over. It seemed like I couldn't help but sizzle. Dick in the mouth? Tongue in the ass? Girl? You ain't never had it so good. "He licked every smatterin' o' cream from betwixt my legs. He nibbled my cunny lips. He sucked purple hickeys into my ass cheeks. Here, look. You wanna see? (Here, Janice lifted her skirt and pulled her drawers down partially to display a series of intermingled purple/black bruises on her backside that looked more like the result of a beating than an amorous encounter.) "I got a couple o' these upwards of my navel, too. An' look! There's one on the back o' my knee. I ain't seen that one till now. I'd show you the hickeys on my cunny lips, but you prolly couldn't see 'em under my fur. My whole cunny is purple blue, ladies. An' it ain't all jist because of the suckin'. I told you he had my legs cocked open for a good while as he sausaged me up. We'll get to that directly. "Anyway, after I cum about four times, I clumb down down off his face. I hotched up on the edge of Jake's bed, on my knees, an' I waggled my doodihole in his face. "Go on and put it in," I says to him, real sultry-like. "You know you want it." "He went to put it up my cunny. But I wanted to try him up my poop chute. So when he pointed it at the wrong hole, I dipped a bit to let him know what time it was. He ain't no fool. "He prized me open an' eased it in. I was still wet from the lickin' he give me. He gripped my butt cheeks and prized them open, too, so's he could get some lev'ridge. It ain't never easy gettin' a dick that big up a doodihole. I ain't you, Jennie. My doodihole is a clencher. She's tight. But we managed. "Once't he got it in, he commenced to rammin'. Kaichakata! Kaikakachao! Each time he rammed it forward he got a li'l further up my doody. See, unlike a cunny, a doodihole ain't got no back. You can jist ram an' ram. An' if you ram long enough you can feel his nappy up against your butt cheeks, while your navel gets tickled from inside. Mine's an innie, sept when Blue rams fully in. An' sometimes you can feel his nuts slappin' up against your clit, if he's rammin' it proper. They'll swing. "Welp, I felt his nuts slappin' me from the back. An' his nappy hairs was scrubbin' my taint real nice. I don't mind sayin', it felt purty good. Not as good as the first time, mind you. But purty good. That first time he went up my poop chute was the best. I like to fainted, I was so hot. Steam was shootin' out my butt! But this time was purty good, too. He jist gripped my hips and roiled in an' out, kinda slow and happy. That first time he fucked my ass it was like he was mad at me for sump'n. I dunno why it feels better like that; angry fuckin', but it does. "He ass-fucked me till I cum. Then he pulled it out and cunny-fucked me from the back till I cum again. Then he ass-fucked me again. This time he cum in my butt and greased me up with lather. I clenched on him real good an' by the time he pulled out he was hard again. I ain't meant to do that, but I did. "Now I'm gettin' worried. I don't think I've got another nut in me to bust. I'm ragged out, girls; burnt! An' this cinnamon boy is wagglin' another stiffy in my face, a huge, gynormous fat boner that's been up in countless other cunnies, some 'um deeper'n mine, (but it seemed like I could smell all 'um on it at once, ever' last stinkin' cunny that monster dick has been smashed up in, includin' mine.) "An' now I dunno if I've got the stremff to floppy him up like I'm s'posed to. "So I rolled over onto my back an' I cocked my legs open. He mounted me an' eased his dick inside me. Thirteen inches in one go, all the way to the back. He jist held it there. "Now he's looking into my eyes real familiar. Most times a field boy won't look you in your eyes. But Blue is looking me in my eyes like he knows me personal, an' I guess he does since his dick is up in me right now and has been all night, jist ah-pokin' through the forest. I give him the same look right back. "You know I told you I kissed him that first time? Right on the mouth. I give him some tongue and some hickies, too. I done that, don't axe me why. This time, though, he looked like he wuz gunna kiss me. "Don't let nobody tell you that field boys is docile and you can do whatever it is you want to 'em. Some ain't docile. Blue ain't, anyway. "He turnt his head to the side an' come closer and closer to my lips. I was a li'l scared. I mean, after all, he is muscled field boy, right? It's one thing for me to kiss him. It's another thing for him to kiss me. He come closer and closer an', 'fore I knew, he tongue was in my mouth. Girl? If I was ragged out a minute ago, here come the fire. Jist a ragin'! That one kiss juiced up my cunny like she warn't never doused! She's steamin'! You kiss him one time and see don't your cunny juice up like hot butter. "So we commenced to fuckin'. An' we're kissin' an' we're fuckin' to beat the band. He pulled my titties up to his mouth an' he sucked them for a time whilst his dick was churnin' up my fur. Then he went back to kissin' me. He reached over an kissed my pits, too, wooly hair and all. He went to suck a hickey in 'em, but I stopped him, because somebody would be sure to see. I ain't let him suck my neck, neither. But I ain't wanted him to be unhappy, so I pushed his face down to my cunny and let him suck her from the front for awhile. When he come back up I reached down an' eased his dick back into where it was sposed to be. "An' we fucked and fucked and we fucked. I dunno where I got the energy from, but I give as good as I got. I twiddled my hips an' let him wedge up in me as far as he could go. I kissed him an' sucked his neck. Oh, girl! It was heaven! I jist rode the top of that wave without crashin', an' I jist lilted along. Seemed like I could jist have his whole body jist crawl up in me and hibernate like a big ole grizzly bear! "By an' by I felt sump'n I ain't felt before. His patch was rubbin' up against Hilda May! Yes! I'd took the full fifteen! I looked down an' he's jist a grindin'! "Now, I'ma tell y'all the troof. I don't think he punched another two inches into my twat. It ain't another two inches in there to punch. I think he got pressed up against the back of my cunny and she was so wet she bowed him up. Yes! My cunny made a li'l hump arch in this stiffy that warn't there before, opened up a li'l air pocket in her. Widened' me out, so to speak. An' that's the thing that give me the bulge on him! Anyway, Hilda May was happy. She 'sploded an' made me cum two times, one right behind the other, she was so happy to be mashed up against his nappy patch like that. "By that time we'd been at it for a hour an' a half. My legs was wrapped around his butt an' he's still jist ah-humpin' me; he's got my head cradled in one elbow, titties gripped tight in the other hand, squeezin' out the milk. Oh Lawdy! I wuz tired and sloppy wet. But I wuz happy! I kissed him real tender for a time an' I sucked at his dick with my twat. I'm whispering the nasty in his ear, I'm sayin': "Fuck it to me! Gimme that dick, Blue! Oh! Fuck it to me, you bald-headed, cunny-lickin' monster of a pipe-layin' boy!", you know, like Abby would say. "The next thing I know he's sprayin' me again! Jist ah-pumping' it out. I could feel his hot jizz leakin' down over my butt cheeks, jist ah-bubblin' outta my cunny. Pa-ploop! Ba-loop-a! Pa-Plook! I like to died! "The next thing I knew, the sun was comin' up. I heard a rooster crowin'! An' I'm still layin' in Jake's bed with this big beast on top of me, drippin' with cum! "I give him a sharp push: "Blue! Blue! Wake up! You gotta go!" "He was knocked out. Snoozin'! When I pushed him, all of a sudden he come to realize where he was. He jumped up and gathered up his clothes. I climbed down the ladder to see if anybody was about. I peeked into Ma's room. She's snorin'. So I waved Blue down from the loft. I peeked outdoors. It was a couple of workers up and about already to tend the crops, so I went outside an' ordered them around to the back of the house. Then I called Blue out. I ain't had to call him twice. He run down to the quarters like a wildcat was on his tail. "So I went back up to the loft. The whole room still smelled like we wuz fuckin' sump'n fierce. I jist lay down in Jake's bed and basked in it. I says to myself, I says, "That's what a real woman's cunny smells like, boys. Have a sniff an' shame the Devil!" "Yeh, I'm getten sweaty just talking bout it. I fucked him. I fucked the shit out'n him, ladies." To be continued. By Bardot1990 for Literotica.

En el episodio 264, Led se sienta a hablar con su amigo, el director Charlie Nelson. Conversan sobre las series de guerra, ir al cine en grupo, los documentales de animales y la nueva película de George Miller, Furiosa. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Episodio 222: Led vuelve al podcast, en esta ocasión acompañado por su amigo, el director Charlie Nelson. Comentan sobre la guerra, el Medio Oriente, los DJs de inteligencia artificial, la entrega del Cumanés y los tras cámaras del especial de Led, Sueños y Pesadillas.

The Bills travel to London this Sunday to face the Jaguars. Charlie Nelson tells us what it's like rooting for the team from overseas. Also, what is one thing you must do in London if you're going to the game?

Whisk(e)y Wednesday Nelson's Green Brier w/ Christen Larochelle Aug 2nd 2023 Their story. In 2006, when Andy and Charlie Nelson drove to a small town in Tennessee to see a butcher, what they found was their destiny. In passing, the two mentioned stories they'd heard about their family's whiskey business. The butcher, located on Distillery Road, pointed them to the local historian, who proudly showed them two perfectly preserved bottles of Nelson's Green Brier Tennessee Whiskey produced by their great-great-great grandfather. Time stood still and from that moment on, the brothers have dedicated their lives to resurrecting their ancestor's top-quality whiskey appreciated by aficionados everywhere. Artfully crafted in the heart of Music City, our spirits can be found nationwide. From Nelson's Green Brier Tennessee Whiskey, which uses Charlie and Andy's great-great-great grandfather's original recipe, to our latest expressions of Nelson Brothers Whiskey, their family is continuously growing, always building on the traditions of great American whiskey.

Episodio 208: Led se sienta a hablar con su amigo y director, Charlie Nelson (@charlienelsonm), sobre la segunda guerra mundial, el cine bélico, los documentales de la vida sexual de Hitler y muchas recomendaciones cinematográficas.

En este episodio de “El Humano es un animal”, el comediante Jóse Rafael Guzmán recibe a Charlie Nelson, un director audiovisual y amigo cercano. La conversación comienza con la llegada de la placa de YouTube de Guzmán, seguida por una discusión sobre las fechas del próximo tour de Guzmán, Candela Tour 2023. La charla se adentra en temas diversos como las creencias en reproducción asistida, la aceptación de la muerte de un ser querido y los últimos deseos en vida. También se habla de temas más livianos como las curiosidades sobre los Pitbulls, los estigmas sobre los nombres latinos y la estrategia de marketing musical. La conversación se desvía hacia el mundo animal y se discute la razón por la que el león es considerado el Rey de la Selva y se habla de la resistencia del perro salvaje africano. También se habla del éxito del reguetón y de la trayectoria profesional de Charlie Nelson como director audiovisual. Finalmente, se aborda el tema de la vocación y la profesión, y se discuten las diferencias entre un guionista y un director. Charlie Nelson habla sobre su experiencia en el cine y explica qué hace un director de cine y un director de fotografía. La conversación termina con una discusión sobre cambiar de personajes en el cine y la importancia de seguir tu verdadera vocación. --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/joserguzman/support

This week we welcome Andy and Charlie Nelson to The Bourbon Showdown! They walk Jesse through their families history in whiskey and how they grew up not knowing the role their family played in Tennessee spirits. They discuss the trials and tribulations of bringing their great great great Grandfathers whiskey brand back to the whiskey world and how they have taken his brand and made it their own in this current whiskey landscape. It's a great episode filled with history and that entrepreneurial spirit that all great distilleries have. We think you will enjoy this weeks episode and want to thank Andy and Charlie Nelson for being the guests on this weeks Bourbon Showdown Podcast.

Hello and thank you for listening to this latest episode of HIP Biz, the podcast where our roving business writer, Damien Pestell meets local business owners to find out how they find meaning in their work and what their journey has been to creating a business they love. This week Damien met up with traditional signwriter and generally good bloke Charlie Nelson. Damien first met Charlie while he was up a ladder, since then he has learnt more about his life and been intrigued by the choices he has made. Damien has a personal interest in Charlie's line of work as both his dad and grandad were signwriters. For Damien stepping into his studio for the first time was like stepping back in time and he was looking forward to talking to him about the traditional craft which has seen a revival in recent years. In this episode Damien finds out that Charlie has always been passionate about food and left university wanting to be a chef, inspired by the TV programme Masterchef. However, he quickly found he couldn't cope with the unsociable hours and decided to head in a different direction. Charlie talks about heading in the direction of design and landing a “great job” as a Graphic Designer for a food and drink magazine in London. How much he enjoyed it and why leaving to be a research analyst for more money was a mistake. But how it eventually turned out to be one of the most valuable lessons of his career. Charlie tells Damien about the negative effects of working a job he didn't enjoy and feeling an urgent need for change. Deciding to do something completely different and moving to live in Africa. Where he got a job at an eco lodge in Mozambique and how the experience gave him a completely different perspective on life. While there he experimented with wood-fired cooking which sparked a business idea. He left Africa after a year and returned to the UK to start Fundi Pizza, a street food business with his brother in 2012. He describes how it was great fun and immediately successful. However as the business grew it became more complicated and less fun. He started to do some signwriting on the side. Charlie tells Damien about the pandemic closing Fundi Pizza overnight and how they managed to sell the food business. Charlie then used furlough to establish himself as a signwriter, starting Fundi Signs. Finally, Charlie talks about starting again and how it has meant learning again, something that he has missed as an adult. How he has always loved lettering and the enjoyment he gets from becoming more immersed in his craft. --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/hastings-independent-press/message

In this Episode of The Bourbon Life Podcast presented by BourbonCon, Matt and Mark spend some time hanging out with Charlie Nelson, Co-Founder, of Nelson's Green Brier Distillery. The guys talk with Charlie about his background and work experience and how a family trip to Greenbrier, Tennessee over 15 years ago changed his life and led him into the whiskey industry, his incredible family story that traces back 5 generations to the original Charles Nelson, and the current expansion that is going on now at the Distillery and what that means for the future of the brand. They also taste and review three different expressions from Nelson's Green Brier Distillery including their flagship Nelson's Green Brier Tennessee Whiskey, Nelson Bros. Classic Bourbon, and Nelson Bros. Reserve Bourbon. This Episode of The Bourbon Life Podcast is also sponsored by Liquor Barn, The Stave Restaurant, and Three Chord Bourbon. Check out all of our amazing sponsors online at:  www.bourbonconlex.com www.liquorbarn.com     www.thestavekentucky.com  www.threechordbourbon.com

En una nueva edición de EDN & Friends conversamos con Charlie Nelson amigo de la casa y director de videoclips de grandes artistas latinos, nos cuenta de su afición por las película de guerra y como es pertenecer a una industria si no necesariamente refleja tus gustos musicales.

If your organization has embraced a hybrid or fully-remote work model, your managers need to be equipped with an array of adaptable and effective tools for team development, including coaching. Today's guest, Charlie Nelson, is responsible for all aspects of worldwide operations for SmartRecruiters, including GTM & distribution strategy and performance optimization. Translation: he knows a thing or two about how to lead, coach, and develop teams. In the time since SmartRecruiters committed to a fully remote workforce in 2020, Charlie has developed a number of terrific strategies for getting the absolute most out of his remote teams, including a technique he calls “watching game tape.” By watching recordings of his remote calls, observing and listening for things like body language, intonation, and technical details that are tough to gauge in real time, Charlie illuminates and pinpoints opportunities for improved performance. Learn about how this radical transparency aligns the organization around shared goals and drives business outcomes. Please click the button to subscribe so you don't miss any episodes and leave a review if your favorite podcast app has that ability. Thank you! For transcripts and other available downloads, please visit the BetterManager website. © 2022 BetterManager

Episodio 182. Led se sienta con su amigo y director, Charlie Nelson para hablar de House of the Dragon, Cobra Kai, el proceso de hacer un videoclip, y las nuevas maneras de vender una película.

En el segundo episodio de El Cuartico Crea hablamos sobre dirección con Charlie Nelson quien fue nominado a los Latin GRAMMYs y ha trabajado en videos videos musicales para Lasso, Danna Paola, Ozuna, Wisin, Anitta y más.

There's nothing normal about Charlie Nelson's story of finding purpose. He was 21 years old when he and his brother discovered a roadside historical marker 25 miles north of where they were raised. The historical marker had his name on it. It was the first time he'd ever heard that his triple-great grandfather was a whiskey mogul in the late 1800s and ran one of the largest whiskey producers in the country. All the history was lost in prohibition. So, Charlie spent his entire 20s and 30s rebuilding that family legacy. This episode is for you if: -You're a sucker for wild stories -You're a big fan of Belle Meade Bourbon (NGB's best-selling spirit)-You resonate with the winding path Charlie Nelson took to finding purpose What's in this episode?Charlie talks at length about some pretty wild stories, like how he got a bartending job in Paris without really speaking French and backpacking in Southeast Asia near the Mekong. He also details the moment he realized his purpose in life: to resurrect a rich family history in distilled spirits that lie dormant for nearly 100 years. Between his family stories and his personal journey, he'll have you hanging on every word.

Charlie Nelson is a man of one million stories. In this episode, Christen interviews Charlie about his incredible path to rediscovering a generations-old family business, the Nelson Greenbrier Distillery in Nashville. A can't miss episode! Our GDPR privacy policy was updated on August 8, 2022. Visit acast.com/privacy for more information.

For the past decade, Ross High has lived in a unique house blasted into the side of a rock along Kane Creek Road. But Ross and his neighbors must now quickly look for other housing after a development company served them with eviction notices. Today on the news, we spend time with Ross and his daughter Kate, who tell the story of the close-knit ‘Charlie-wood' community currently becoming displaced. And, the Weekly News Reel, where we speak with reporters about their latest stories of the Moab area. Doug McMurdo of The Times-Independent details an ongoing complaint from a local victim about Moab City Police Chief Bret Edge. Alison Harford of the Moab Sun News discusses their profile on the Kane Creek evictions, and the upcoming ‘movie mash' and folk festival. Show Notes: Photo: Kate High and her father Ross High describe the neighborhood along Kane Creek road as ‘Charlie-wood,' for the previous owner Charlie Nelson, who ran a chicken egg ranch there. KZMU News: Facing Eviction Along Kane Creek Road, Locals Worry Over Housing Options https://www.kzmu.org/facing-eviction-along-kane-creek-road-locals-worry-over-housing-options/ Moab Sun News: Kane Creek development leads to evictions – Developers promise community benefit, but first tenants must leave https://www.moabsunnews.com/news/article_51f006e0-383d-11ec-a744-674f74c55c6a.html The Times-Independent: Kane Creek projects leaves some residents in lurch https://www.moabtimes.com/articles/kane-creek-project-leaves-some-residents-in-lurch/ The Times-Independent: Kane Creek's future – ‘A research and innovation hub' https://www.moabtimes.com/articles/kane-creeks-future-a-research-and-innovation-hub/

Episodio 128. Led habla en el estudio con dos directores, Charlie Nelson y Nuno Gomes. Conversamos sobre el oficio del director, la disciplina y la paciencia. Los arranques en el medio del entretenimiento y el reponerse de los momentos difíciles de la carrera.

Episodio 128. Led habla en el estudio con dos directores, Charlie Nelson y Nuno Gomes. Conversamos sobre el oficio del director, la disciplina y la paciencia. Los arranques en el medio del entretenimiento y el reponerse de los momentos difíciles de la carrera.

Greg Scalzo and Ben Brust discuss The Bucks win last night over the Suns in Game 3 of the Finals. David Bakhtiari's father Karl Bakhtiari joins the show to talk about his time chugging a beer at the Fiserv Forum, and gives us an update on what he thinks happens with Aaron Rodgers. 1 or 0. Charlie Nelson from Nelson's Green Brier Distillery joins the show to talk about the history of Nelson's and it's debut in Wisconsin.

#BillsMafia please show all that Buffalove for Tim Rudge and Charlie Nelson, who take over the Red, White and Buffalo Blues podcast this week to bring you there own show(Name TBC). Charlie and Tim, discuss there love of the Bills and how they got to supporting them, they give there views on the draft and the schedule. So show the Boys some love, as they takeover the show and for things to come

Charlie Nelson of Nelson's Green Brier joins Mike Ward, Heidi Glaus and Josh Gilbert to share the history behind the distillery and its Tennessee whiskey. Ward on Wine: https://wardonwine.com/ Nelson's Green Brier: https://greenbrierdistillery.com/ Photo courtesy: Nelson's Green Brier

Belle Meade is a very recognizable brand to bourbon enthusiasts. But how did that brand get revived and what's the story behind Nelson's Green Brier? We're joined by Charlie Nelson, Co-Founder of Nelson's Green Brier, who shares his story of stumbling into the bourbon business when his dad purchased a quarter of a cow. Show Partners: The University of Louisville has an online Distilled Spirits Business Certificate that focuses on the business side of the spirits industry. Learn more at uofl.me/bourbonpursuit. Minimize drink dilution without sacrificing chill power with Meltdown, the ultimate ice ball press. Learn more at MeltdownIce.com. Upgrade your sleep today with a Bear Mattress. Visit BearMattress.com/bourbon. You can now buy Barrell Craft Spirits products online and have them shipped right to your door. Visit BarrellBourbon.com and click Buy Now. Spirits of French Lick is delivering the finest hand crafted Bottled in Bond bourbons. Check out SpiritsofFrenchLick.com. Get 15% off your purchase when you order two or more bottles of Firebee Honey at FirebeeHoney.com/BourbonPursuit. Show Notes: This week’s Above the Char with Fred Minnick talks about helping others understand your bourbon hobby. What's your best halloween costume? How did this journey begin? Talk about building your business plan. Do you consider Belle Meade your flagship? When using old labels from the archive, did you have to get them re-approved? What is your DSP? Where did you get your recipes? Talk about building the Belle Meade and Nelson's Green Brier Distillery brands. Tell us about the success of the Belle Meade brand.

In this week's podcast, we learn some family and Tennessee Whiskey history from Charlie Nelson of Nelson’s Green Brier Distillery. Charlie, along with his father and his brother Andy, stumbled upon a bit of family history while out on the road one day. This discovery led them down a long and winding path to resurrection of the family distillery, DSP-TN-5. Nelson’s Green Brier Distillery dates back to 1880, though it wasn’t revived by Charlie and Andy until 2009. We found the stories of the family history to be fascinating and the whiskey was the perfect accompaniment. We hope you enjoy this episode featuring the original Tennessee Whiskey and Belle Meade Bourbon. We appreciate everyone who has taken the time to give us feedback on our podcast.  If you enjoy our content, consider giving us a 5 star rating on your podcast app, leave us a review, or tell a fellow bourbon lover about our show. Follow us @BourbonLens on Instagram, Facebook, & Twitter. If you have any comments, questions, or suggestions, please email us at TheBourbonLens@Gmail.com. Visit our website BourbonLens.com to check out our blog posts, or even purchase your own Bourbon Lens tasting glass or t-shirt. Cheers,Scott, Michael & JakeBourbon Lens Links: Discover the History of Nelson's Green Brier Green Brier Distillery Official Website Belle Meade Bourbon Official Website ChicagoTribune.com Feature NashvilleScene.com Feature TimesNews.net Feature Liquor.com Names Nelson's Green Brier Among the Best Tennessee Whiskeys Image Credit: Nelson's Green Brier Distillery

Join Nick and Jason as they chat with Charlie Nelson from Nelson's Green Brier Distillery.  We hope you enjoy the show!

Join us as we launch our Tennessee Whiskey series with Charlie Nelson from Nelson's Greenbrier Distillery. Home to both Nelson's Greenbrier Tennessee Whiskey and Belle Meade bourbon, Charlie's story is one of the all-time greats! He and his brother Andy have revitalized their great great great grandfather's distillery from back in the 1800's! Listen in to find out how they stumbled upon learning that their triple great grandfather was a distiller and how that launched their passion for creating that same delicious TN whiskey!

Cuando se toma la decisión de ser parte del mundo artístico desde los diferentes roles, siempre es un riesgo el no tener un sueldo fijo, una vida segura, pero te lleva más allá de lo monetario y de eso y más Charlie Nelson, director, conversa con Jóse en este episodio. --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/joserguzman/support

Charlie tells the story of how he discovered his triple great grandfather was a distiller before prohibition. We talk about the whole story, paleolithic cave paintings, travel, his products, where he has bartended and SO much more. Cheers! Episode sponsored by Trust 20 Visit them at Trust20.co --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/brandon-styll/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/brandon-styll/support

In this episode, Charlie, who has over 45 years of experience in the mental health field, and is credited with writing the first book with the word co-dependency in the title, imparts some of his vast knowledge about addiction/recovery. Charlie is an international trainer on chemical dependency trauma and has worked with TV and Screenwriters as an expert in mental health for several well-known shows. Charlie Nelson's Links Charles E. Nelson, Ph.D. Change with Direction 5405 Morehouse Drive, Suite 330 San Diego, CA 92121 Phone: 858.546.9255 Email: GratefulCharlie@Gmail.com Website: http://pos.li/2g0iu0 Scott H Silverman's Links Cell Number 619-993-2738 Facebook https://pos.li/2ff6ny Instagram https://pos.li/2ff6nz Twitter https://pos.li/2ff6nx LinkedIn https://pos.li/2ff6o0 Book, Tell Me No, I Dare You: A Guide for Living a Heroic Life https://pos.li/2ff6nf Website Your Crisis Coach http://pos.li/2ff6ng Email Scott@yourcrisiscoach.com --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/rotm-ent/support

In this episode, Charlie, who has over 45 years of experience in the mental health field, and is credited with writing the first book with the word co-dependency in the title, imparts some of his vast knowledge about addiction/recovery. Charlie is an international trainer on chemical dependency trauma and has worked with TV and Screenwriters as an expert in mental health for several well-known shows.  Charlie Nelson's LinksCharles E. Nelson, Ph.D. Change with Direction  5405 Morehouse Drive, Suite 330San Diego, CA 92121Phone: http://pos.li/2g0iu0  Scott H Silverman's LinksCell Number 619-993-2738Facebook  https://pos.li/2ff6nyInstagram  https://pos.li/2ff6nzTwitter  https://pos.li/2ff6nxLinkedIn  https://pos.li/2ff6o0 Book, Tell Me No, I Dare You: A Guide for Living a Heroic Life  https://pos.li/2ff6nfWebsite Your Crisis Coach  http://pos.li/2ff6ngEmail  Scott@yourcrisiscoach.com Michael Glenn Moore's LinksIn A City Like Yours (Podcast)Facebook Page  https://pos.li/2ff6nhInstagram  https://pos.li/2ff6njTwitter  https://pos.li/2ff6nkLinkedIn  https://pos.li/2ff6nlWebsite  http://pos.li/2ff6nmWebsite/Podbean Page  https://pos.li/2ff6nnEmail michael@inacitylikeyours.com  

If you're looking for the historic legacy of Tennessee Whiskey, you do not want to miss our livestream tonight! Charlie Nelson, great-great-great grandson of Nelson's Green Briar Distillery founder Charles Nelson, is joining us to chat with Pedro about how he's relaunching the family's brand for the first time since 1909.--Follow us:spiritguidesocietypodcast.comfacebook.com/spiritguidesoctwitter.com/spiritguidesocinstagram.com/spiritguidesocyoutube.com/c/SpiritGuideSociety/?sub_confirmation=1--About Nelson's Green Briar: (greenbrierdistillery.com)The Nelson's Green Brier HeritageCharles Nelson was born July 4, 1835 in Hagenow, a small town in the Mecklenburg-Schwerin state of northern Germany. He was the eldest of six children whose father, John Philip Nelson, owned a soap and candle factory. When Charles was 15, his father decided he wanted to move his family to America for a better life. He sold his soap and candle factory, converted all of the family's earthly possessions to gold and had special clothing made to hold all of that gold on his person during the journey. In late October of 1850, he gathered his family and boarded the Helena Sloman to set sail for America. As fate would have it, on November 19 of that year, intense storms and gale force winds sent many of the nearly 180 passengers overboard. John Philip Nelson was one of those unfortunate souls and weighed down by the family fortune, he sank directly to the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean. Luckily, the rest of the family arrived safely in New York, but with only the clothes on their backs, and 15 year-old Charles found himself man of the house.The Move to NashvillePenniless yet determined, Charles and his brother began doing the only thing they knew how to do: making soap and candles. After saving some money, the Nelson family moved west, settling in Cincinnati, Ohio. It was there that Charles, merely 17 years of age, entered the butcher business and acquainted himself with a number of fellow craftsmen who educated him in the art of producing and selling distilled spirits, particularly whiskey.Several years later, just before the start of the Civil War, Charles set out for Nashville seeking a fresh start and another American dream took tenuous root. He opened a grocery store which flourished from sales of his three best-selling products: coffee, meat and whiskey. The quality of both his products and service quickly built Charles a reputation that went unmatched in Nashville's merchant circles. His honesty and fair dealings brought about great prosperity for his business as well as an elevated social status in the community. Very quickly however, Charles realized that the demand for his whiskey far exceeded his supply, revealing to him the opportunity to focus solely on whiskey. So he sold the grocery business. Legend has it the blend of coffee was then brought to the Maxwell House Hotel in downtown Nashville, where patrons would later proclaim it as “good to the last drop”. His butcher stayed in business and the store soon grew into a successful Nashville-based grocery chain that is still in business today.Beginnings Of A DistilleryCharles bought the distillery that was making his whiskey in Greenbrier, TN, and a patent for improved distillation. He expanded the production capacity in order to keep up with demand. With this expansion, Nelson was not only creating more jobs, he was making a name for Tennessee Whiskey. By 1885, there were hundreds of whiskey distilleries in Tennessee, but only a handful were producing significant volume. That year, Charles Nelson sold nearly 380,000 gallons, that's around 2 million bottles, of Nelson's Green Brier Tennessee Whiskey. In comparison other well-known brands had a maximum production capacity of just 23,000 gallons at that time. Green Brier Tennessee Whiskey was in such demand that it was being sold in markets ranging from Jacksonville, FL to San Francisco, CA to Paris, France, to Moscow, Russia, and the Philippines. This reach of distribution was possible in part because Charles was one of the first to sell whiskey in bottles rather than selling it by the jug or the barrel. The distillery, which was commonly known as “Old Number Five” due to the fact that it was registered distillery number five and was located in the fifth tax district, became a favorite stop of federal regulators and tax inspectors due to the warmth and hospitality shown to them by Charles and his employees. It is safe to say that by introducing the category of Tennessee Whiskey to the world and offering a superior product, Charles Nelson had indeed become a household name but after decades of great struggle and brilliant triumph, Charles Nelson passed away on December 13, 1891. His wife Louisa assumed control of the business, becoming one of the only women of her time to run a distillery.ProhibitionIn 1909, statewide Prohibition was adopted in Tennessee. This forced Louisa to discontinue operations and Nelson's Green Brier Distillery closed its doors. The property in Greenbrier was sold and as the years went by the once great distillery was dismantled and fell into disrepair. Presently, the grain house and a barrel warehouse stand, the spring still runs, the property is listed on the National Register of Historic Places, and descendants of distillery employees recount stories passed down to them about how their ancestors once proudly made the whiskey that made Greenbrier world famous. TodayOn a hot summer day in 2006, Bill Nelson invited his two sons, Andy and Charlie, to go see a butcher in Greenbrier, Tennessee. As the three men drove to Greenbrier, they recalled the stories that had been passed down to them about the family whiskey business that had been located in the small town.When the trio arrived and started asking questions about the old Nelson Distillery, the butcher, Chuck, could hardly contain his excitement. “Look across the street over there,” Chuck exclaimed. “Your granddaddy built that warehouse. This street is Distillery Road, you know, and that spring, it's never stopped running. It's as pure as pure can be.”Bill, Andy and Charlie eagerly walked over to explore the land that was once home to the nation's largest producer and supplier of Tennessee Whiskey. After quenching their thirst with the crisp, cool spring water, Chuck pointed them in the direction of the Greenbrier Historical Society.Here, the Nelsons met with the curator, who revealed her most prized possessions: two original bottles of Nelson's Green Brier Tennessee Whiskey.For a moment, time stood still.It was love at first sight. Charlie and Andy stared at the perfectly preserved bottles and then looked back at one another, knowing what the other was thinking: “This is our destinyWith sincere conviction, they made a pact to bring the family whiskey business back to life.After three years of research, planning and hard work, the Nelsons re-formed the business that had closed exactly 100 years earlier in 1909 during Prohibition. With the spirit in their blood, Charlie and Andy followed their hearts, devoting their lives to resurrecting Nelson's Green Brier Whiskey and producing top-quality product, appreciated by aficionados everywhere.About Charlie & Andy NelsonBrothers Andy Nelson and Charlie Nelson have always had a lot in common. Both graduated from Loyola Marymount with degrees in the Humanities concentrating on Philosophy; both are history buffs, true southern gentlemen and proud of their family roots. But when they set out to resurrect Nelson's Green Brier Distillery, founded in the 1800s by their great-great-great grandfather Charles Nelson, the boys realized their kinship ran deeper than blood. They both had spirit pulsing through their veins. So in their mere 20s, the Nelson brothers have set on a grand journey—not just to make and sell whiskey—but to rebuild a business that helped bring the term 'Tennessee Whiskey' to America and Europe. Through researching, seeking capital, crafting brands from Charles Nelson's original recipes and putting bottles of their small-batch bourbon on shelves, they are the essence of the American dream and spirit.--Samba Isobel by Kevin MacLeodLink: https://incompetech.filmmusic.io/song/4316-samba-isobelLicense: http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/

Join Matt and Mark this week as they talk with their guest, Charlie Nelson, Co-Founder of Nelson's Green Brier Distillery in Nashville, Tennessee, the home of Nelson's Green Brier Tennessee Whiskey (the Original Tennessee Whiskey) and Belle Meade Bourbon, about re-starting a business originally founded by his great-great-great grandfather in the 1800's, the joys (and struggles) of running a business with his brother, Andy, and all the great things Nelson's is doing for Nashville and their community.  They also share pours with Charlie of Nelson's Green Brier Tennessee Whiskey, Belle Meade Cask Strength Reserve, and the brand new Belle Meade Honey and get his insights on each one.  The guys had a great time spending time with Charlie on this Episode just talking and drinking and we know you're gonna love this one.   Be sure to check out Nelson's Green Brier Distillery online at greenbrierdistillery.com, or ngbd.com, and on social media at @ngbdistillery. And if you're in, or around, Nashville make sure to stop by the Distillery at 1414 Clinton Street for one of their daily tastings and tours.  This Episode is sponsored by our great friends at The Stave Restaurant in Millville, Kentucky and by the fine folks at Three Chord Whiskey, makers of Three Chord Small Batch, Rye, and the 12-Bar Reserve.   

Charlie Nelson joined with his brother to revive their triple great grandfather's whiskey company Nelson's Greenbrier Distiller which was bigger than Jack Daniels at the time it was shut down by Prohibition. When a chance run in with history brought the Nelson brothers together with their destiny, it was just the beginning of the work that has since led to Nelson's Greenbrier being on track to being one of the top makers of bourbon in the United States.Charlie tells the story of his family business and talks about the journey of bringing back a family business originally formed over a hundred years ago on the latest episode of The Big Idea Podcast.

Are you having problems with your cat, not using the litter box, but instead peeing in places you’d never expect? In this episode I’ll talk about when cats choose house plants as their litter box, offer an explanation for why this might happen and tell you what to do about it. Next time, we’ll cover when cats begin peeing in your bed. You may have heard of therapy dogs who visit patients in hospitals and clinics. Today, you’re going to hear about a special group of golden retrievers, who bring comfort to those suffering the aftermaths of mass shootings and other disasters. You’ll hear how, Lutheran Church Charities K-9 Ministry’s comfort dogs, along with their handlers, travel all over the United States–being deployed in times of crisis to bring comfort to all those affected. My guests today are Tim Hetzner, the president and CEO of the organization who started the K-9 ministry and Richard Martin, the director of the K-9 deployments. Does your dog attempt to eat parts of dead animals it finds outdoors or even grab mouthfuls of dirt at times? When dogs eat what we consider to be disgusting, no doubt you probably pull your dog away, thinking it’s not only gross, but will cause your dog to get deathly ill from consuming such a germ infested thing. In reality, your dog’s body is equipped to handle consuming a lot of bacteria and germy things much more than you are. I’ll explain how.   Additional Resources for the show. Lutheran Church Charities (LCC) Website. www.LutheranChurchCharities.org LCC’s K-9 Comfort Dogs website: www.K9Comfort.org LCC’s Kare-9 Military Comfort Dogs website: www.Kare9.org LCC’s K-9 Police Comfort Dogs. www.K9Blue.org Lutheran Church Charities and the K-9 Comfort Dogs on Facebook: LCC K-9 Comfort Dogs Lutheran Church Charities:@LutheranChurchCharities Find the K-9 Comfort Dogs on Instagram:   Comfort Dogs: @comfortdogs Lutheran Church Charities: @lccharities Find the K-9 Comfort Dogs on Twitter: Comfort Dogs: @K9ComfortDogs Lutheran Church Charities: @LCCharities   Source for the story about dog’s ability to eat carrion – “See Spot Live Longer” by Steve Brown and Beth Taylor.   Tell us the pet problems you’d like solved and participate in a free children’s book promotion! You can receive a free copy of the children’s book, “Adventures with Tuffy” Written by Sue Sailer and Illustrated by Troy Becker. This book was the idea of Charlie Nelson, the CEO and president of the family owned company, NutriSource Pet Foods. Tuffy was the name of his grandfather and is also the name of the family’s pet food plant. To participate, please write me at susan@raisingyourpaws.com, with your detailed comments about the Raising Your Paws podcast. We would like to know what some of the problems you are having raising your pets that you’d like to hear addressed on the show. I’ll select 10 of the first people to write and send them a free book. Good Luck. The book is also sold in many of the stores where you find NutriSource pet food.

Lundi 26 aout 2019, le festival La Mousson d’Été et ARTCENA présentent la lecture de la pièce Surprise parti de Faustine Noguès, avec Quentin Baillot, Éric Berger, Marie-Sohna Condé, Olivier Cruveiller, Charlie Nelson et Alexiane Torrès

Does your dog annoy you when it begs for one more treat, or pushes your hand so that you continue petting its back, or bark at you to throw the ball just once more? In this episode, I’ll explain how to teach the cue, “enough” which means they are to stop doing whatever rather demanding behavior they are doing and leave you alone. Then, meet the family behind NutriSource and why in addition to manufacturing pet food, the company is dedicated to helping children that are hospitalized or battling cancer.  My guest is Charlie Nelson, the third generation president of NutriSource Pet Foods, from Perham, Minnesota. Charlie tells stories about his background playing professional baseball and how they got involved with an organization that started from a promise between a father and a child with cancer. Then, hear about the Nelson family’s latest cause, placing a full-time therapy dog, who will be named after their grandfather who started the business, in a Children’s hospital. Plus, have you begun a new relationship, spending a lot of time together at your place, or perhaps recently gotten married? All is going really well but does your cat acts like it hates your new partner?  Growling or acting aggressively? You may think it’s because your cat is jealous – your cat is upset - but it is not because of the time you’re spending with the new person. Your cat is feeling anxiety and fear. Find out the reasons why and what you can do to change your cat’s feelings about your partner so they stop hissing and start bonding with them. Additional Resources for the Show. Source for story about teaching your dog not to beg: “The other end of the leash” by Patricia B. McConnell, PH.D. NutriSource Pet Foods Website.   Source for story about when cat hates partner: “Think Like a Cat” by Pam Johnson-Bennet Pinky Swear Foundation https://www.pinkyswear.org/

Interview de Faustine Noguès, enregistrée à la Mousson d'Été 2019, dans le cadre de la lecture de son texte "Surprise parti", avec Quentin Baillot, Éric Berger, Marie-Sohna Condé, Olivier Cruveiller, Charlie Nelson et Alexiane Torrès. Production : ARTCENA Auteur et voix : Gwenola David Montage : Géry Sanchez

This week we travel to Nashville and sit down with Charlie Nelson of Nelson Greenbrier Distillery.  His family history in distilling is one helluva a story to be told.  We are joined by Chris Jones and Sean Hendry to share a few drams and talk about the direction the brand is heading. Whiskey Neat is a podcast and Radio show on iTunes and ESPN 97.5 FM in Houston and is brought to you every week by Terlato Distell Artisan Spirits. Leader in premium artisan products like Bunnahabhain, Deanston, Ledaig/ Tobermory, Bains, Black Bottle and Scottish Leader.   You can pick up the entire line at your local liquor store, or if you are a retailer reach out for your United Wine & Spirits rep.  You can find the show on iTunes, Google Play, Stitcher, Podcast arena, IHeart Radio, Spotify, YouTube and Facebook.  Or follow us at IG @MyWhiskeyNeat   Twitter @MyWhiskeyNeat www.MyWhiskeyNeat.com  

Andy and Charlie Nelson are reviving the old family business of whiskey and bourbon production. Nelson's Green Brier Distillery was the nation's largest supplier and producer of Tennessee Whiskey and now Andy and Charlie have brought the business back from prohibition. They tell the story of how they found the distillery and got it back to an operational business.

Andy and Charlie Nelson are reviving the old family business of whiskey and bourbon production. Nelson's Green Brier Distillery was the nation's largest supplier and producer of Tennessee Whiskey and now Andy and Charlie have brought the business back from prohibition. They tell the story of how they found the distillery and got it back to an operational business.

Do the largest 0.1% of workplace retirement plans in the country or the “Mega Plans” do things the same as the other 99.9% of plans? As you will hear from my guest, Charlie Nelson, CEO of Retirement & Employee Benefits of VOYA Financial, sometimes they do, sometimes they don’t. I had a few technical issues and distractions on my end to deal with right before we got started but once we got going this is a fast paced conversation where we hit on some topics things you might expect us to talk about when it comes to what mega retirement plans trends, but we also delve into on a few important topics you might not be thinking about like helping employees figure out what the next best financial decision for them is, whether the prevalence of 401(k) lawsuits in large plans influence their decision making and how some trends in the large market are actually influenced by the small market.   Guest Bio Charles Nelson is chief executive officer of Retirement and Employee Benefits for Voya Financial, Inc. (NYSE: VOYA), which helps Americans plan, invest and protect their savings — to get ready to retire better. In his role, Nelson oversees Tax-Exempt and Corporate Markets and Retail Wealth Management, which comprise the company’s workplace and individual retirement businesses, including 401(k), 403(b) and 457 plans, as well as its Employee Benefits business. Prior to joining the company, Nelson served as president of Retirement Services for Great-West Financial through September 2014 and most recently led the legacy Great-West retirement business of Empower Retirement, a business unit of Great-West Life & Annuity Insurance Company. Nelson has more than 30 years of leadership experience in the retirement and employee benefits industry. He was named the second most influential player in the 401(k) market, according to the 401(k) Wire’s 2012 Most Influential ranking list. During his career, Nelson has managed all aspects of defined contribution businesses. He has overseen government, healthcare, nonprofit, 401(k) and FASCore institutional lines of business, while also managing recordkeeping, administration, operations, sales, products, financial results and broker-dealer services. Nelson began his career at Great-West in the employee benefits business marketing retirement plans, healthcare, stop loss and various benefit offerings. Nelson is a graduate of Whitman College with a degree in chemistry and economics, and he was a member of the Whitman College Board of Overseers from 2008 to 2017. Nelson served as the past president of the board of directors for The SPARK Institute, a trade institute that represents the entire spectrum of defined contribution service providers. He has also been a member of the National Association of Government Defined Contribution Administrators (NAGDCA) since 1985. As a member, Nelson has contributed articles for publication, participated on a number of committees, and spoken at numerous regional and national conferences to support and assist the organization’s efforts to further the industry. 401(k) Fridays Podcast Overview Struggling with a fiduciary issue, looking for strategies to improve employee retirement outcomes or curious about the impact of current events on your retirement plan? We've had conversations with retirement industry leaders to address these and other relevant topics! You can easily explore over one hundred prior on-demand audio interviews here. Don't forget to subscribe as we release a new episode each Friday!

The story behind Nelson’s Green Brier Distillery is one that if it was told to you in passing, you wouldn’t believe it. Brothers Andy and Charlie Nelson are on the show to take us through the amazing history, death, and rebirth of their family business, as well as share some really solid spirits with us. If you are a fan of stories involving chasing the American Dream, discovering your roots, and even lost family treasure … you’re gonna love this show!   Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Zeke was busy with dad duties, so John took a drive down the road to our visit our friends Andy and Charlie Nelson for an afternoon in only the way that the Dads can bring it to you. Listen to Part 1 to hear the story behind Charles Nelson, their triple great grandfather, his distillery, and how they found and resurrected his brand. You may find some fun facts thrown in on the History Channel and how to properly address a farmer. Intro/Outro: springtide "Fall Asleep Under the Millions of Stars"

Charlie Nelson of Nelson's Green Brier Distillery sits down at the corner to discuss the bourbon business, world travels and some crazy stories. Carey puts Sucka' Shane to shame with his college football prognostication. Grumors...

Charlie Nelson, Managing Director of Forseechange talks to Ross about why marketers ignore those over 65 who ironically are the only age group who have money and want to spend it. 

Charlie Nelson walks us through the history of Nelson's Green Brier Distillery from the 1800's to present day.

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We have local whisky maker Charlie Nelson stop by the show to talk about his family tradition of spirits making.

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Recorded on June 2, this show was a really good time. We hit on a lot of topics but it's mostly brewing, distilling, drinking, barrels and, oddly enough, beards. If salty language offends you, you might want to pass on this one! Round Table Guests are: David Weglarz of StilL 630 Distillery Charlie Nelson of Nelson's Green Brier Distillery Cory King of Side Project Brewing & Perennial Artisan Ales Colin Joliat of CRAFT by Under My Host Music: Radon - Demon Lover

This episode we talk to Charlie Nelson, of Nelson's Green Brier Distillery in Tennessee, makers of Belle Meade Bourbon. We discuss their origin story, along with the new pot still they just installed. We also get into politics with the current debate over the legal definition of Tennessee Whiskey.