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Beef production remains limited as packers focus on profit over volume, keeping middle meats inflated heading into summer. Chucks and rounds are softening, while ground beef is climbing as consumers trade down. Buy early – prices aren't cooling off anytime soon.In poultry, boneless skinless breasts and tenders continue to climb, while wings drop again, making them the value buy. Production is steady at 1% above last year, which will likely continue. No new avian flu reports this week – though USDA updates have stalled, likely due to reduced services, not reduced risk.Grain markets are steady overall. Corn and wheat saw small declines, while soy is trending up with potential for more gains as palm oil tariffs push oil markets higher. Early planting is off to a strong start.Pork production is slowing slightly. Bellies climbed to $143 and could keep rising into late spring, so stocking up isn't a bad idea if you've got the freezer space. Butts and ribs are showing mild strength, while loins remain steady.Savalfoods.com | Find us on Social Media: Instagram, Facebook, YouTube, Twitter, LinkedIn

Chuck Quinn III and Chuck Quinn IV, a father and son duo, are performing together in Deerfield Theater's upcoming production of Our Town. They share their unique experiences of working together on stage, the deep bond it forms, and how their real-life relationship influences their portrayal of their characters in the play, and vice versa. They reflect on the significance of the play's themes of cherishing everyday moments, especially poignant after the pandemic. Both Chucks describe their journey in theater and offer insights into how performing arts have impacted their lives. They encourage audiences to see Our Town, highlighting its timeless message and the joy of live theater.Theater D Presents: Our TownPerformances at Caruso Auditorium, 1801 Montgomery Rd., Deerfield on:* Fridays, March 28, 4, and 11 at 7:30pm* Saturdays, March 29, April 5 and 12 at 7:30pm* Sundays, March 30, April 6 and 13 at 2:00pmDeerfield TheaterPurchase Tickets This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit deerfieldtheater.substack.com

Johnny and Sam talk through all things NRL this week and pre-view R3. Listen in and see.

Player 2 arrives.Based on the post of MsCherylTerra, in 3 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at My First Time.At no point in the history of time or space would I have thought I'd end up geeking out over The Circlet of Nianus with Ashton Halliday. I mean, at no point would I have ever thought I'd end up sitting in the backseat of my car, chatting excitedly about games we'd recently played and upcoming ones we were looking forward to. There was no reason for me to think we'd get into a heated debate about which Final Fantasy was best, or that he'd have bad enough taste to claim that Final Fantasy VII was better than Final Fantasy VI."Next you're going to tell me you think Wheatley is a better villain than GLaDOS," he groaned."Of course not!" I said indignantly. "Wheatley's hilarious, but he's a moron. GLaDOS is smart enough to be an actual villain. But the real question is, do you think Cave Johnson is funnier than both of them or are you wrong?"Ashton threw his head back as he laughed. "We're in full agreement on that.""Phew," I said, leaning against the door. "It's a good thing you said that, otherwise there's no way we could be friends.""Are we friends?" he asked.My laughter faded as I met his eyes. There was still a half-smile on his lips, but his eyes studied me seriously."I mean; we aren't, you know. Not friends," I said."Yeah, but we used to be, like, actual friends."I fidgeted nervously. "We were kids.""Doesn't mean we weren't friends," he replied. "I don't really know why we stopped hanging out, Ramona."I swallowed hard. There was no reason for his words to sting so much; we'd stopped being friends because he hadn't invited me to his ninth birthday party. It was stupid. It was petty.And it bothered me that he didn't remember."I need to turn the car off," I said. "You can keep charging, just; I don't want to waste gas."Before he could respond, I opened the door. The rush of night air was a relief against my flushed skin and I took my time walking around the vehicle and turning it back to accessory mode before returning to the back seat."Ramona; " he started when I got in."Do you mind getting the dome light?" I interrupted. "It'll drain the battery too fast."He paused, then reached up and turned the light off as I shut the door. As I adjusted to the sudden darkness that fell over us, I realized how small the inside of my car felt."I believe you've got some Pokemon to master," I said, just for something to fill the silence. "And Zelda's not going to free herself from Calamity Ganon.""True," Ashton said lightly. "But I have a proposal for you."I closed my eyes and sighed. "I don't want to talk about; ""Mario Kart."I paused, then frowned. "What?"Ashton's face was barely visible in the darkness, but between his tone and the glimmer in his eyes, I could tell he was smiling."Mario Kart," he repeated. "Let's play it together.""You want to play; Mario Kart?""Okay, full disclosure?" he said. "I fucking love Mario Kart and no one ever wants to play it with me, and it's not as fun as a single-player game. Since we're hanging out anyway, let's play together."I was relieved that we were back to video game talk, though my confusion about his sudden dropping of the whole "friends" thing was slow to fade."Okay," I said slowly. "One problem, though.""I'll buy you the game if you don't have it," he said immediately."How am I supposed to download it? The power's out and I don't know what kind of fancy Honda your dad drives, but my car isn't equipped with Wi-Fi.""One step ahead of you." There was a rustling sound as he fiddled around for a moment, then I winced as the sudden brightness of his phone lit up the interior of the car. "I'll hotspot my phone. And we can do local play once you download it so we won't even need to stay connected."I looked at his phone, then up at the excitedly twinkling eyes gazing at me in the ghostly glow of the screen light."You're really into Mario Kart, eh?" I said, amused."Come on," he said, grinning. "I'll even go easy on you. At first.""Don't bother," I said, grabbing my Switch. "I'll have you know I'm a fucking champ when it comes to Mario Kart and there's no way I'm going easy on you."Ashton Humbled.By a glow that was ironically ghastly given the colorful nature of anything Mario-related, I destroyed Ashton."Have you ever even played this game before?" I asked after the first race, where I easily came in first."Beginner's luck," he said."Beginner? I've been playing Mario Kart since before you were born."He opened his mouth, then closed it and frowned. "I'm three months older than you.""Details, details," I said, then joined the next race."I might be a little rusty," he admitted after I wiped the floor with him again in the next race."A little?""Once I find my groove, you're going to be begging for mercy.""Sure, Ash. Gotta catch me first."He groaned as I giggled.During the third race, I managed to run him off a cliff."Jerk," he muttered."Bitch," I replied, and he burst out laughing."Just Supernatural or are you part of the whole trifecta?"I rolled my eyes as I drifted around a corner. "Do I look like I'm part of SuperWhoLock?""Blue hair, eyebrow piercing, complete and utter disdain for an overbearing mother? You're the fucking poster child for Tumblr."I missed hitting an Item Box as I glared at my screen. "Asshole."He laughed. "What, you can dish it out but you can't take it?"I gritted my teeth as an NPC Bowser blasted past me. "Let me remind you whose car this is and whose charger you're currently using.""Oh," he said, his laughter falling as flat as my tone had. "I; sorry.""Whatever."We finished the rest of the race in silence. I still beat him, but I didn't come in first."I was joking," he said when he finally crossed the finish line and the characters began to whirl around the track automatically. "I'm sorry.""It's fine.""Your hair looks awesome," he continued. "I didn't mean to make you feel bad about it or something. You look so; ""I don't care about that," I interrupted, partly because the fact he was complimenting my appearance was making me tingle in a way that was almost infuriating, since I shouldn't care at all what Ashton Halliday thought of how I looked, but mostly because it wasn't the thing that had bothered me. "I just don't need to be reminded about my mother right now."He was quiet for a moment. "Is everything; are you okay?""I'm fine," I said. "I don't want to talk about it."Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him nod."Got it." He mashed one of the buttons on his Switch. "Come on, start the next race. I've got a good feeling about this one."I snorted. "A good feeling about losing?""I'm gonna make you eat those words.""Looks like I'm going to be starving.""Big talker," he said. "You just wait."He came closer to beating me that time; neither of us came in first but he was only a couple of seconds behind me."Hope you're hungry," he teased."Oh, that's right!" I said suddenly."What?"I dug through the pocket on the back of the passenger seat. "Want some Oreos?""Does the Pope shit in the woods?""Depends on if the bear is Catholic."We both snickered, then went silent as we each popped an Oreo in our mouths. The dim light from our Switches filled the car, and I looked at him out of the corner of my eye as he grabbed another cookie."Can I ask you something stupid?" I asked suddenly.He took a bite of the Oreo. "Yeah."I picked up another one but didn't eat it, choosing instead to fidget with it by twisting the chocolate discs. "Don't laugh.""I might.""When we were kids, in like; third grade, I think? Maybe fourth?" I knew it was third grade, but I was trying to pretend like it was slightly less of a big deal than I was making it. "Sometime around then. You; you had a birthday party. Playing laser tag, I think.""Yeah, sounds about right," he said lightly.I swallowed hard, still twisting the Oreo back and forth. "Why didn't you invite me?""I did."I pressed my lips together as my stomach tightened. Of course he didn't remember."You didn't," I said. "Everyone was super excited about it and then the day came and; ""And your mom called and said you didn't want to go," he finished.I looked up, my eyes wide, to see him staring back at me with a hard expression on his face."It was third grade, not fourth," he said. "And my mom was mad because I'd insisted you were gonna come even though you didn't respond to the invitation. She'd already paid for everything for the party and your mom only called her like an hour before it started.""What?" I said. "That can't be right.""Trust me. I remember my mom being pissed about it."I bit my lip. "She said I wasn't invited."Ashton's face softened as he saw the confusion on mine. "Your mom totally hated me, Ramona. I mean, I kinda figured but my mom confirmed it after your mom called the police on me for skateboarding after ten p.m. at the park.""What?!"He started laughing. "Yeah, when I was like, fifteen. I mean, I seriously wasn't doing anything besides skateboarding, but I was scared shitless when the cops came and brought me home. I was lucky, though. He hung out to tell my mom that they only had to do something because Liz Roth was the one who called it in and that technically the bylaw did say that the park was closed after ten. After he left my mom said your mom thought I was a bad influence because she and her never got along." He took another cookie from the package, his smile fading. "I thought you'd just decided we weren't friends or something because you stopped wanting to hang out and you wouldn't even talk to me at school. I didn't know; she really told you I hadn't invited you?"I couldn't bring myself to respond. Yeah, she had told me Ashton hadn't invited me to his birthday party. And that had been so hurtful that I stopped being friends with him. And for; well, for ten years, since we were nineteen now, we hadn't been friends because my mom thought a child was, what, a bad influence? A troublemaker? And she'd;"She called the police on you?" I asked, my voice shaking with anger.

Player 2 arrives.Based on the post of MsCherylTerra, in 3 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at My First Time.At no point in the history of time or space would I have thought I'd end up geeking out over The Circlet of Nianus with Ashton Halliday. I mean, at no point would I have ever thought I'd end up sitting in the backseat of my car, chatting excitedly about games we'd recently played and upcoming ones we were looking forward to. There was no reason for me to think we'd get into a heated debate about which Final Fantasy was best, or that he'd have bad enough taste to claim that Final Fantasy VII was better than Final Fantasy VI."Next you're going to tell me you think Wheatley is a better villain than GLaDOS," he groaned."Of course not!" I said indignantly. "Wheatley's hilarious, but he's a moron. GLaDOS is smart enough to be an actual villain. But the real question is, do you think Cave Johnson is funnier than both of them or are you wrong?"Ashton threw his head back as he laughed. "We're in full agreement on that.""Phew," I said, leaning against the door. "It's a good thing you said that, otherwise there's no way we could be friends.""Are we friends?" he asked.My laughter faded as I met his eyes. There was still a half-smile on his lips, but his eyes studied me seriously."I mean; we aren't, you know. Not friends," I said."Yeah, but we used to be, like, actual friends."I fidgeted nervously. "We were kids.""Doesn't mean we weren't friends," he replied. "I don't really know why we stopped hanging out, Ramona."I swallowed hard. There was no reason for his words to sting so much; we'd stopped being friends because he hadn't invited me to his ninth birthday party. It was stupid. It was petty.And it bothered me that he didn't remember."I need to turn the car off," I said. "You can keep charging, just; I don't want to waste gas."Before he could respond, I opened the door. The rush of night air was a relief against my flushed skin and I took my time walking around the vehicle and turning it back to accessory mode before returning to the back seat."Ramona; " he started when I got in."Do you mind getting the dome light?" I interrupted. "It'll drain the battery too fast."He paused, then reached up and turned the light off as I shut the door. As I adjusted to the sudden darkness that fell over us, I realized how small the inside of my car felt."I believe you've got some Pokemon to master," I said, just for something to fill the silence. "And Zelda's not going to free herself from Calamity Ganon.""True," Ashton said lightly. "But I have a proposal for you."I closed my eyes and sighed. "I don't want to talk about; ""Mario Kart."I paused, then frowned. "What?"Ashton's face was barely visible in the darkness, but between his tone and the glimmer in his eyes, I could tell he was smiling."Mario Kart," he repeated. "Let's play it together.""You want to play; Mario Kart?""Okay, full disclosure?" he said. "I fucking love Mario Kart and no one ever wants to play it with me, and it's not as fun as a single-player game. Since we're hanging out anyway, let's play together."I was relieved that we were back to video game talk, though my confusion about his sudden dropping of the whole "friends" thing was slow to fade."Okay," I said slowly. "One problem, though.""I'll buy you the game if you don't have it," he said immediately."How am I supposed to download it? The power's out and I don't know what kind of fancy Honda your dad drives, but my car isn't equipped with Wi-Fi.""One step ahead of you." There was a rustling sound as he fiddled around for a moment, then I winced as the sudden brightness of his phone lit up the interior of the car. "I'll hotspot my phone. And we can do local play once you download it so we won't even need to stay connected."I looked at his phone, then up at the excitedly twinkling eyes gazing at me in the ghostly glow of the screen light."You're really into Mario Kart, eh?" I said, amused."Come on," he said, grinning. "I'll even go easy on you. At first.""Don't bother," I said, grabbing my Switch. "I'll have you know I'm a fucking champ when it comes to Mario Kart and there's no way I'm going easy on you."Ashton Humbled.By a glow that was ironically ghastly given the colorful nature of anything Mario-related, I destroyed Ashton."Have you ever even played this game before?" I asked after the first race, where I easily came in first."Beginner's luck," he said."Beginner? I've been playing Mario Kart since before you were born."He opened his mouth, then closed it and frowned. "I'm three months older than you.""Details, details," I said, then joined the next race."I might be a little rusty," he admitted after I wiped the floor with him again in the next race."A little?""Once I find my groove, you're going to be begging for mercy.""Sure, Ash. Gotta catch me first."He groaned as I giggled.During the third race, I managed to run him off a cliff."Jerk," he muttered."Bitch," I replied, and he burst out laughing."Just Supernatural or are you part of the whole trifecta?"I rolled my eyes as I drifted around a corner. "Do I look like I'm part of SuperWhoLock?""Blue hair, eyebrow piercing, complete and utter disdain for an overbearing mother? You're the fucking poster child for Tumblr."I missed hitting an Item Box as I glared at my screen. "Asshole."He laughed. "What, you can dish it out but you can't take it?"I gritted my teeth as an NPC Bowser blasted past me. "Let me remind you whose car this is and whose charger you're currently using.""Oh," he said, his laughter falling as flat as my tone had. "I; sorry.""Whatever."We finished the rest of the race in silence. I still beat him, but I didn't come in first."I was joking," he said when he finally crossed the finish line and the characters began to whirl around the track automatically. "I'm sorry.""It's fine.""Your hair looks awesome," he continued. "I didn't mean to make you feel bad about it or something. You look so; ""I don't care about that," I interrupted, partly because the fact he was complimenting my appearance was making me tingle in a way that was almost infuriating, since I shouldn't care at all what Ashton Halliday thought of how I looked, but mostly because it wasn't the thing that had bothered me. "I just don't need to be reminded about my mother right now."He was quiet for a moment. "Is everything; are you okay?""I'm fine," I said. "I don't want to talk about it."Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him nod."Got it." He mashed one of the buttons on his Switch. "Come on, start the next race. I've got a good feeling about this one."I snorted. "A good feeling about losing?""I'm gonna make you eat those words.""Looks like I'm going to be starving.""Big talker," he said. "You just wait."He came closer to beating me that time; neither of us came in first but he was only a couple of seconds behind me."Hope you're hungry," he teased."Oh, that's right!" I said suddenly."What?"I dug through the pocket on the back of the passenger seat. "Want some Oreos?""Does the Pope shit in the woods?""Depends on if the bear is Catholic."We both snickered, then went silent as we each popped an Oreo in our mouths. The dim light from our Switches filled the car, and I looked at him out of the corner of my eye as he grabbed another cookie."Can I ask you something stupid?" I asked suddenly.He took a bite of the Oreo. "Yeah."I picked up another one but didn't eat it, choosing instead to fidget with it by twisting the chocolate discs. "Don't laugh.""I might.""When we were kids, in like; third grade, I think? Maybe fourth?" I knew it was third grade, but I was trying to pretend like it was slightly less of a big deal than I was making it. "Sometime around then. You; you had a birthday party. Playing laser tag, I think.""Yeah, sounds about right," he said lightly.I swallowed hard, still twisting the Oreo back and forth. "Why didn't you invite me?""I did."I pressed my lips together as my stomach tightened. Of course he didn't remember."You didn't," I said. "Everyone was super excited about it and then the day came and; ""And your mom called and said you didn't want to go," he finished.I looked up, my eyes wide, to see him staring back at me with a hard expression on his face."It was third grade, not fourth," he said. "And my mom was mad because I'd insisted you were gonna come even though you didn't respond to the invitation. She'd already paid for everything for the party and your mom only called her like an hour before it started.""What?" I said. "That can't be right.""Trust me. I remember my mom being pissed about it."I bit my lip. "She said I wasn't invited."Ashton's face softened as he saw the confusion on mine. "Your mom totally hated me, Ramona. I mean, I kinda figured but my mom confirmed it after your mom called the police on me for skateboarding after ten p.m. at the park.""What?!"He started laughing. "Yeah, when I was like, fifteen. I mean, I seriously wasn't doing anything besides skateboarding, but I was scared shitless when the cops came and brought me home. I was lucky, though. He hung out to tell my mom that they only had to do something because Liz Roth was the one who called it in and that technically the bylaw did say that the park was closed after ten. After he left my mom said your mom thought I was a bad influence because she and her never got along." He took another cookie from the package, his smile fading. "I thought you'd just decided we weren't friends or something because you stopped wanting to hang out and you wouldn't even talk to me at school. I didn't know; she really told you I hadn't invited you?"I couldn't bring myself to respond. Yeah, she had told me Ashton hadn't invited me to his birthday party. And that had been so hurtful that I stopped being friends with him. And for; well, for ten years, since we were nineteen now, we hadn't been friends because my mom thought a child was, what, a bad influence? A troublemaker? And she'd;"She called the police on you?" I asked, my voice shaking with anger.

Mac lost his keys so we get into his debacle of a morning before talking Chucks!

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How he became the luckiest dude on campus. By DragonLairReads. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. (4pm, February 14, 2018; at Texas A&M) (Or two years before My Crazy Girlfriend Series starts) My name is Liv, and this is the story about how the worst day of my life changed everything for me. It all started when I got a series of very bad scores back. See, I'm a Chemical Engineering major and to stay in that program you have to keep a really high GPA, and well, Thermo 1 and Fluid Mechanics had both kicked me back low exam scores just the day before. That wasn't even the worst thing though. Well, it probably was, but it didn't feel like it. I'd spent a significant amount of money getting ready for a major party. A major party taking place on Valentine's Day. I had bought this precious slinky green dress. It hugged my figure perfectly and had a plunging neckline. I had made an appointment to get my hair done in loose curls and everything. For a girl so skinny you can see her ribs, I was going to be pretty hot, at least for one night.And it shouldn't have mattered anyway because I was going to the party with my high school boyfriend. We had come to college together and been dating for three and a half years. But come that afternoon when we were supposed to go to dinner together, he shows up at my dorm room in his coat and pants, tie undone, and his shirt not even completely buttoned. “Why aren't you ready yet?” I asked, “Come in and finish its almost time to go.” He didn't move, scratching the back of his head and looking at the ground. “Listen, Liv. I really hate to do this now, but, I think we need to stop seeing each other.” “What are you talking about?” I asked, not processing what he had said. “Get in here and get ready; everyone's going to be waiting.” “I'm sorry Liv; when we came to college together, I thought it would be fun but honestly the relationship has just felt like work. I don't know how to have fun with you anymore.” “What the hell are you talking about?” I almost screamed, “Don't know how to have fun with me? I've been nothing but available to you since we got here! All you do is drink and hangout with your stupid fucking frat buddies!” Now I was screaming. I poked him in the chest. “My grades dropped because of it.” “It's not working for me anymore, Liv.” He said sheepishly “Yeah, dicks usually don't when you're that fucking drunk.” I snapped, tears falling freely off my face. “I'm sorry.” He said again. “Get fucked!” I screamed and slammed the door on him. I couldn't see what happened, but I like to think it almost hit him. I spent the next two hours sobbing until my eyes were puffy and I had blown my nose red. The dress I had gone to all that trouble to get on was practically ruined by tears and snot, at least for the night. The party wasn't happening, the hair appointment wasn't either. I never changed out of the dress, I just waited to stop crying and walked in an expensive cocktail dress and Chucks to the liquor store just off campus. I picked up a bottle of Jack Daniels and walked back to the sorority house, sitting out on the curb (yes in my new dress), taking swigs straight from the bottle. It was pushing seven in the evening by then. People were ignoring me walking from place to place. Girls and guys together for dates, dances, or parties. I hated all of them. The whiskey was dampening my heartache and it wasn't as difficult to keep from sobbing in public. I was almost ready to go up to my room and dispose of all of his crap, probably by setting it on fire, when I heard someone talking. “Damn, are you as bad off as you look?” I looked up. It was a boy. Well ok, a young man. He was about my age, and maybe it was the whiskey, but I thought he was kind of cute. The fact that he was cute did not help. “Fuck you dude, I look like a million bucks.” He was holding a pizza box which he raised in agreement. “No contest on that one. The green dress really sets off your hair. But I meant the fact that you're clearly in some kind of emotional crisis.” He smirked at me and pointed, “It's the bloodshot eyes and whiskey bottle that gives it away.” I glared at him and took a big swig. Too big, I coughed uncontrollably for several seconds. “Look here, either hand over a slice or keep moving. I'm trying to wallow.” “How dedicated are you to wallowing on the curb?” “What's that mean?” “It means I'll split it with you if you fill in for my roommate. We were supposed to have retro game night and he bailed to get laid… or he seems to think he is anyway. My mom just sent up Goldeneye and everything.” I stared at him for several long moments doing mental calculus through the fog of liquor. The curb hurt my butt, and the pizza actually smelled amazing. On top of that, he was cute, and being alone in a dorm seemed perfect for me to rope him into a rebound. You know if he sucked at Goldeneye. “No Oddjob?” I asked. “Who asks for that when they first meet?” He asked with a quizzical look. “What?” I said confused, “What are you talking about?” “You said no blow jobs. But who would even ask for that when they met someone?” I rolled my eyes and stood up at great effort dusting off my britches. “I said NO ODDJOB.” I put emphasis on the syllables, “He's shorter than other characters which is unfair in versus mode.” I handed him my whiskey bottle and he took it. I snatched the pizza box from him and opened it. “What's your name?” He asked. “I'm Liv.” I answered, “Lead the way.” He looked me over nervously and gestured toward the dorms and started walking. “I'm in Dunn.” “We'll see how I feel about the blowjob after Goldeneye.” I pulled a stringing slice out of the box and took an unceremonious bite out of it. He stared at me as I started walking and I smiled at him with a mouth full. His dorm was like any other college boy's dorm. A nightmare. Nothing had been cleaned. Old food sat on a shelf, upon which sat a toaster oven and microwave, neither bed had been made, or washed, in ages, there was trash strung across desks and piled up in the trash can and two piles of clothes. One at the foot of the bed, and one on the ground next to it. I traded him back for my bottle hoping to drink the mess away. But ultimately none of it mattered to me anyway. The large TV had two chairs in front of it. One was a folding chair from a lawn furniture set, the other clearly a family hand-me-down deep cushioned swiveling chair. Graciously I was offered the swivel chair. This kid got spanked. We polished off the pizza and by the end he was stealing sips from my whiskey too. I had grown up on Goldeneye, even though it was pretty old by the time I was old enough. I tossed my controller into his lap and laughed at him. “Suck it, eight out of ten wins man, you're done.” “I don't get it!” He yelled, “I used to kill at this game.” “Ha-ha!” I laughed, pointing at him. He crossed his arms and sulked, “Man, you're really good at this. I've never blown at a game this badly.” “Oh, good idea.” I said pulling my thick red hair from my face before leaning over and kissing him, my hands on his cheeks. He was surprised and it took him a few seconds to kiss me back but when he did it was very fun. His tongue played with mine excitedly and I started to breathe heavily. Without realizing it I reached down and felt his jeans. He was rock hard and the heat from it was radiating into my hand. He seemed nervous as I rubbed him. I pulled out of the kiss, “Is this ok?” “It feels great, I just don't usually do it when I first meet someone.” He said, sounding even more nervous than he seemed. “I don't either, it's just nice to feel a guy this hard for me.” He gave me a puzzled look, “You're a fit redhead who wouldn't be this hard for you?” I rolled my eyes and let my fingers try and grab his shaft through the tight fabric. “Ask me another time, I'm having fun.” I leaned in and kissed him again. He kissed me back enthusiastically. His hand slid down my exposed shoulder and his thumb played at my collarbone. I knew what he wanted to do but he was trying to be a nice guy. What a sweetheart. What a chicken. I smiled into our kiss and put my hand over his pulling it inward across my chest. His hand came to rest over my breast, which wasn't as pronounced as I'd like, but it fit snugly in his palm. “It's ok, I love having them played with.” I whispered before kissing him again. His hand closed around it and he gave it several gentle squeezes moving his palm across and letting his thumb find my nipple. The feeling of being groped set my body on fire. I was starting to ache between my legs and could feel myself getting wet. Each pass of his thumb sent edges across my body and I felt my breath catch. I whimpered into the kiss and dragged my nails across his stubble. “How about that blowjob?” I asked leaning out of the kiss and smirking. “We just met, are you sure?” He asked, his voice unsteady. I nodded, “I've never been more sure.” I slid my hand off his jeans and pulled my hair back smiling at him. “I wore my sluttiest underwear today because I was planning on giving it to someone else and um- those plans fell through.” “So you're going to give me, a guy you just met, one.” “You're not just some guy I just met. You're the guy who made me laugh on one of the worst days I can remember.” I stood up and patted the cushioned chair I'd been sitting in. “Come on.” “You're really, totally, completely sure?” He insisted. I laughed at him, “Will you get over here! Yes.” He stood up and sat in the chair I'd been sitting in. I pulled his knees apart and knelt between them shaking my head to be sure all of my messy, unkempt, unbrushed hair fell behind my shoulders before pushing on his stomach so he was reclined and running my whole hand over his shaft. I unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned the jeans sliding the zipper down. I tugged on the pants but got nowhere. He lifted his hips and I tugged the pants down to his ankles where he kicked them off. He had started to pull down his boxers but I wagged a finger. “I want to do the unwrapping.” I said playfully, sticking my fingers into the elastic and pulling it back. His cock slapped him as I pulled the elastic back and he lifted up so I could pull the shorts down the rest of the way. It reached up his torso and I took it in my hand feeling how firm and hot it was, stroking slowly. I watched his face as I leaned over and dragged my tongue along the underside feeling it flex against me. I wrapped my lips around it, lowering my mouth so that the soft tip grazed the roof and started to suck, using my mouth to tug up and down while my tongue stroked the soft underside. I bobbed steadily, pleasuring his cock and listening to him make noises of enjoyment. He put his hand on my head, his fingers in my hair as I worked his shaft and tip, loving how it felt it my mouth. The pulsing cock against my tongue was making me ache and I could feel my underwear saturating. I pulled my mouth off and dragged my tongue across him again before stroking with my hand. “Mm, giving head always makes me so wet.” “You're really good.” He said in a foggy voice. I kissed under his tip for several seconds before licking across the top. A faint, salty flavor spread across my tongue and I smiled, putting him back in my mouth and sucking again until I tasted it again, pulling my mouth away and letting fluid string off. I ran my finger over the tip and played in the precum before tasting it. “You're something else.” “Head just gets me all excited.” I said dutifully lapping at his shaft. “You could cum in my mouth… if you want, or on my face…” I said in a panting voice, “Or…” I hesitated, “You could lie down in whichever pile of clothes in clean and I could ride the rest out of you.” He blushed and looked at me, “I want to be a gentleman and wait but…” I let a strap of my dress fall off my shoulder and bit my lip. “I don't want you to be a gentleman, I want you to fuck me in this gritty, wasted dress.” He sat up, “I'm not going to argue with that. But I kind of want to see these.” He said pulling on the other strap. I giggled and stood up pulling one strap over my arm and then the other and tugging the dress down so the top hung below my breasts. Underneath was my lace bra that pushed up my b cups. I always try and it never helps. I went to unhook the bra and looked at him. “I'm going to take this off but you can't laugh.” I said firmly. He gave me a puzzled look. “I may do a lot of things, but laughing won't be one of them.” I said seriously. I watched him with a side eye as I unhooked the bra and slowly pulled it off. I stared at him for several minutes before finally removing it and setting it on the floor. He stared at them for several seconds and got up. He came over to me and crouched down putting his lip around one of my nipples and gently playing with it, sucking, and licking. I couldn't keep from moaning, my mouth hung open and each pass of his tongue caused hot pulsing between my legs. I struggled to stay standing holding his shoulders. I patted his head and he stood up straight. I panted for breath and lifted my dress to pull my panties off. He put his finger under my chin before I could, looking at me. “You have awesome tits. These,” He said pointing, “Are the most fun I've had on campus yet.” It was my turn to blush. “Lay down, Romeo.” I said through a weak laugh. “Why not on the bed though?” He asked hooking his thumb. “Because I want to fuck on something clean.” I said flatly. “Oh,” He said awkwardly. “That's fair.” He kicked the pile of clothes along side the bed and sat down on the flat spread until he was laid on his back. I lifted my dress and hooked my fingers into the thong and slid it down letting it fall to my ankles and stepping out. A clear string of fluid snapped off the inside and stuck to my leg. I'd hoped he hadn't seen but he did. “Are you really that wet?” He asked sitting up. “Yeah, I get wet like I've sprung a leak. I can wipe it up.” I said not making eye contact. “No way, show me what it feels like!” He insisted. I felt my ears get hot. “Well, if you insist.” I climbed over him, and knelt down straddling his hips. My lips touched his warm shaft, and I made a small noise. The noises quickly became difficult to control as I slid back and forth stroking his cock with my messy pussy lips. “Fuck…” I whimpered. The feeling of his shaft grazing my clit made my insides feel tight, the aching in my pussy was unbearable. His shaft coated with me quickly as my pussy continued to drain thick, hot, fluid and I couldn't wait anymore. I lifted up and flared my hips, reaching back to put his tip at my opening and rocked onto it. I felt him sink into me, my pussy being pushed open as he slid in. I lowered as slowly as I could stand, feeling him protrude into me filling me with cock. I was crying and moaning at the sensation and as soon as my ass hit his legs I started to fuck. I stroked his cock, bucking my hips back and forth, moaning loudly. My eyes were closed and I held his shoulders as my slick clit brushed his pelvis and the thick meat inside me slid against my walls. “Oh fuck…” I moaned. My hair was tenting around my face and I could feel my whole body tensing. His face was red with focus like he was lost in the feeling of my body and trying to hold onto the sight of me. I felt his hand pull the hem of my dress up so he could feel my bare ass. I gritted my teeth through groans and gasps as he gripped it. “Fuck that's so good.” He said frantically. “Fuck… your cock is so hard…” I was losing control, gripping his shirt in my fists as I fucked him wildly. “Fuck I'm so close already.” I panted through gritted teeth. I was starting to sweat and the burning tension sent jolts of pleasure across my torso. “Oh fuck I'm cumming!” I screamed into his face. My stomach seized and my hips shook as my whole body shuddered with the violent climax that burst across it. I moaned loudly pulling on his shirt until it started to fade. The neck of his shirt was stretched, and I could feel how much slicker he was under me now. I leaned over and kissed him eagerly. He held my face behind the ears and kissed me back. I whimpered and moaned; his cock still buried in me. “You came pretty hard,” He said. “I did, thank you.” I said kissing his neck and rocking my hips again. “You can cum in me if you want. I like it, and I'm risk free.” I panted into his ear, working my hips to stroke his cock. I hoped the clenching and throbbing of my pussy would help him along. I could have fucked him all day but what he had just put me through I wanted him to have as much fun as possible. “Are, are you-” He started to ask. I put a finger to his mouth and giggled. “I'm not sure, I'm begging for it. It's ok, let me empty you into me.” I stroked him rhythmically, moaning from how sensitive I still was. I rode him, watching his lost face slowly twist into desperation, feeling his cock start to swell in me and his grip on my ass tighten. “I'm really close,” He gasped one hand on my hip, “If you want me to pull out do it… please.” I shook my head, “No way, I want it too bad. Fill me…” I panted. He grabbed my neck suddenly and his nails dug into my ass. He groaned loudly and started to buck and squirm under me. I felt his cock burst and a hot sensation filled my abdomen into my pussy. I continued stroking his cock waiting for it to soften and the heat to fade but it pulsed for several more seconds and I felt cum start to leak out of me. I started to laugh weakly as I sat up letting his spent cock fall out. My pussy drained cum onto his pelvis, legs, stomach, and clothes in a thick, white, stream that slowed to a dribble. I laughed again at the sight and feeling, running my fingers through it. “Wow, you really came in me.” I said, relishing the heat that I felt from it all. He sat quickly, “Was I not supposed to!” He asked in a panic. I laughed at him again, “Oh no, you definitely were. Um there's so much.” “Please tell me this is fine.” He asked again. I pushed him back down and laid on top of him, the fabric of the dress feeling wet as it dropped into one of the streams of cum that was falling out of me. “Would you shut up? Yes, it's fine, Mr. Post-nut clarity. Now stop ruining the afterglow.” I laid on him for several minutes and worried he'd fallen asleep. His chest was warm against my cheek. Suddenly we both jumped as the dorm door opened and a guy stepped in. He stared at us, blinked twice, and then left. “My roommate.” “I figured.” “This was fun.” I said tapping his chest, “We should do it again.” “There's nothing I'd like to do more.” He said happily. “How about, more Goldeneye, then you fuck me this time.” I asked looking up at him. “Deal, but if I win, I get to nut on your face.” He said touching my nose. “You're on!” I paused, “what was your name again?” By DragonLairReads for Literotica

How he became the luckiest dude on campus. By DragonLairReads. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. (4pm, February 14, 2018; at Texas A&M) (Or two years before My Crazy Girlfriend Series starts) My name is Liv, and this is the story about how the worst day of my life changed everything for me. It all started when I got a series of very bad scores back. See, I'm a Chemical Engineering major and to stay in that program you have to keep a really high GPA, and well, Thermo 1 and Fluid Mechanics had both kicked me back low exam scores just the day before. That wasn't even the worst thing though. Well, it probably was, but it didn't feel like it. I'd spent a significant amount of money getting ready for a major party. A major party taking place on Valentine's Day. I had bought this precious slinky green dress. It hugged my figure perfectly and had a plunging neckline. I had made an appointment to get my hair done in loose curls and everything. For a girl so skinny you can see her ribs, I was going to be pretty hot, at least for one night.And it shouldn't have mattered anyway because I was going to the party with my high school boyfriend. We had come to college together and been dating for three and a half years. But come that afternoon when we were supposed to go to dinner together, he shows up at my dorm room in his coat and pants, tie undone, and his shirt not even completely buttoned. “Why aren't you ready yet?” I asked, “Come in and finish its almost time to go.” He didn't move, scratching the back of his head and looking at the ground. “Listen, Liv. I really hate to do this now, but, I think we need to stop seeing each other.” “What are you talking about?” I asked, not processing what he had said. “Get in here and get ready; everyone's going to be waiting.” “I'm sorry Liv; when we came to college together, I thought it would be fun but honestly the relationship has just felt like work. I don't know how to have fun with you anymore.” “What the hell are you talking about?” I almost screamed, “Don't know how to have fun with me? I've been nothing but available to you since we got here! All you do is drink and hangout with your stupid fucking frat buddies!” Now I was screaming. I poked him in the chest. “My grades dropped because of it.” “It's not working for me anymore, Liv.” He said sheepishly “Yeah, dicks usually don't when you're that fucking drunk.” I snapped, tears falling freely off my face. “I'm sorry.” He said again. “Get fucked!” I screamed and slammed the door on him. I couldn't see what happened, but I like to think it almost hit him. I spent the next two hours sobbing until my eyes were puffy and I had blown my nose red. The dress I had gone to all that trouble to get on was practically ruined by tears and snot, at least for the night. The party wasn't happening, the hair appointment wasn't either. I never changed out of the dress, I just waited to stop crying and walked in an expensive cocktail dress and Chucks to the liquor store just off campus. I picked up a bottle of Jack Daniels and walked back to the sorority house, sitting out on the curb (yes in my new dress), taking swigs straight from the bottle. It was pushing seven in the evening by then. People were ignoring me walking from place to place. Girls and guys together for dates, dances, or parties. I hated all of them. The whiskey was dampening my heartache and it wasn't as difficult to keep from sobbing in public. I was almost ready to go up to my room and dispose of all of his crap, probably by setting it on fire, when I heard someone talking. “Damn, are you as bad off as you look?” I looked up. It was a boy. Well ok, a young man. He was about my age, and maybe it was the whiskey, but I thought he was kind of cute. The fact that he was cute did not help. “Fuck you dude, I look like a million bucks.” He was holding a pizza box which he raised in agreement. “No contest on that one. The green dress really sets off your hair. But I meant the fact that you're clearly in some kind of emotional crisis.” He smirked at me and pointed, “It's the bloodshot eyes and whiskey bottle that gives it away.” I glared at him and took a big swig. Too big, I coughed uncontrollably for several seconds. “Look here, either hand over a slice or keep moving. I'm trying to wallow.” “How dedicated are you to wallowing on the curb?” “What's that mean?” “It means I'll split it with you if you fill in for my roommate. We were supposed to have retro game night and he bailed to get laid… or he seems to think he is anyway. My mom just sent up Goldeneye and everything.” I stared at him for several long moments doing mental calculus through the fog of liquor. The curb hurt my butt, and the pizza actually smelled amazing. On top of that, he was cute, and being alone in a dorm seemed perfect for me to rope him into a rebound. You know if he sucked at Goldeneye. “No Oddjob?” I asked. “Who asks for that when they first meet?” He asked with a quizzical look. “What?” I said confused, “What are you talking about?” “You said no blow jobs. But who would even ask for that when they met someone?” I rolled my eyes and stood up at great effort dusting off my britches. “I said NO ODDJOB.” I put emphasis on the syllables, “He's shorter than other characters which is unfair in versus mode.” I handed him my whiskey bottle and he took it. I snatched the pizza box from him and opened it. “What's your name?” He asked. “I'm Liv.” I answered, “Lead the way.” He looked me over nervously and gestured toward the dorms and started walking. “I'm in Dunn.” “We'll see how I feel about the blowjob after Goldeneye.” I pulled a stringing slice out of the box and took an unceremonious bite out of it. He stared at me as I started walking and I smiled at him with a mouth full. His dorm was like any other college boy's dorm. A nightmare. Nothing had been cleaned. Old food sat on a shelf, upon which sat a toaster oven and microwave, neither bed had been made, or washed, in ages, there was trash strung across desks and piled up in the trash can and two piles of clothes. One at the foot of the bed, and one on the ground next to it. I traded him back for my bottle hoping to drink the mess away. But ultimately none of it mattered to me anyway. The large TV had two chairs in front of it. One was a folding chair from a lawn furniture set, the other clearly a family hand-me-down deep cushioned swiveling chair. Graciously I was offered the swivel chair. This kid got spanked. We polished off the pizza and by the end he was stealing sips from my whiskey too. I had grown up on Goldeneye, even though it was pretty old by the time I was old enough. I tossed my controller into his lap and laughed at him. “Suck it, eight out of ten wins man, you're done.” “I don't get it!” He yelled, “I used to kill at this game.” “Ha-ha!” I laughed, pointing at him. He crossed his arms and sulked, “Man, you're really good at this. I've never blown at a game this badly.” “Oh, good idea.” I said pulling my thick red hair from my face before leaning over and kissing him, my hands on his cheeks. He was surprised and it took him a few seconds to kiss me back but when he did it was very fun. His tongue played with mine excitedly and I started to breathe heavily. Without realizing it I reached down and felt his jeans. He was rock hard and the heat from it was radiating into my hand. He seemed nervous as I rubbed him. I pulled out of the kiss, “Is this ok?” “It feels great, I just don't usually do it when I first meet someone.” He said, sounding even more nervous than he seemed. “I don't either, it's just nice to feel a guy this hard for me.” He gave me a puzzled look, “You're a fit redhead who wouldn't be this hard for you?” I rolled my eyes and let my fingers try and grab his shaft through the tight fabric. “Ask me another time, I'm having fun.” I leaned in and kissed him again. He kissed me back enthusiastically. His hand slid down my exposed shoulder and his thumb played at my collarbone. I knew what he wanted to do but he was trying to be a nice guy. What a sweetheart. What a chicken. I smiled into our kiss and put my hand over his pulling it inward across my chest. His hand came to rest over my breast, which wasn't as pronounced as I'd like, but it fit snugly in his palm. “It's ok, I love having them played with.” I whispered before kissing him again. His hand closed around it and he gave it several gentle squeezes moving his palm across and letting his thumb find my nipple. The feeling of being groped set my body on fire. I was starting to ache between my legs and could feel myself getting wet. Each pass of his thumb sent edges across my body and I felt my breath catch. I whimpered into the kiss and dragged my nails across his stubble. “How about that blowjob?” I asked leaning out of the kiss and smirking. “We just met, are you sure?” He asked, his voice unsteady. I nodded, “I've never been more sure.” I slid my hand off his jeans and pulled my hair back smiling at him. “I wore my sluttiest underwear today because I was planning on giving it to someone else and um- those plans fell through.” “So you're going to give me, a guy you just met, one.” “You're not just some guy I just met. You're the guy who made me laugh on one of the worst days I can remember.” I stood up and patted the cushioned chair I'd been sitting in. “Come on.” “You're really, totally, completely sure?” He insisted. I laughed at him, “Will you get over here! Yes.” He stood up and sat in the chair I'd been sitting in. I pulled his knees apart and knelt between them shaking my head to be sure all of my messy, unkempt, unbrushed hair fell behind my shoulders before pushing on his stomach so he was reclined and running my whole hand over his shaft. I unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned the jeans sliding the zipper down. I tugged on the pants but got nowhere. He lifted his hips and I tugged the pants down to his ankles where he kicked them off. He had started to pull down his boxers but I wagged a finger. “I want to do the unwrapping.” I said playfully, sticking my fingers into the elastic and pulling it back. His cock slapped him as I pulled the elastic back and he lifted up so I could pull the shorts down the rest of the way. It reached up his torso and I took it in my hand feeling how firm and hot it was, stroking slowly. I watched his face as I leaned over and dragged my tongue along the underside feeling it flex against me. I wrapped my lips around it, lowering my mouth so that the soft tip grazed the roof and started to suck, using my mouth to tug up and down while my tongue stroked the soft underside. I bobbed steadily, pleasuring his cock and listening to him make noises of enjoyment. He put his hand on my head, his fingers in my hair as I worked his shaft and tip, loving how it felt it my mouth. The pulsing cock against my tongue was making me ache and I could feel my underwear saturating. I pulled my mouth off and dragged my tongue across him again before stroking with my hand. “Mm, giving head always makes me so wet.” “You're really good.” He said in a foggy voice. I kissed under his tip for several seconds before licking across the top. A faint, salty flavor spread across my tongue and I smiled, putting him back in my mouth and sucking again until I tasted it again, pulling my mouth away and letting fluid string off. I ran my finger over the tip and played in the precum before tasting it. “You're something else.” “Head just gets me all excited.” I said dutifully lapping at his shaft. “You could cum in my mouth… if you want, or on my face…” I said in a panting voice, “Or…” I hesitated, “You could lie down in whichever pile of clothes in clean and I could ride the rest out of you.” He blushed and looked at me, “I want to be a gentleman and wait but…” I let a strap of my dress fall off my shoulder and bit my lip. “I don't want you to be a gentleman, I want you to fuck me in this gritty, wasted dress.” He sat up, “I'm not going to argue with that. But I kind of want to see these.” He said pulling on the other strap. I giggled and stood up pulling one strap over my arm and then the other and tugging the dress down so the top hung below my breasts. Underneath was my lace bra that pushed up my b cups. I always try and it never helps. I went to unhook the bra and looked at him. “I'm going to take this off but you can't laugh.” I said firmly. He gave me a puzzled look. “I may do a lot of things, but laughing won't be one of them.” I said seriously. I watched him with a side eye as I unhooked the bra and slowly pulled it off. I stared at him for several minutes before finally removing it and setting it on the floor. He stared at them for several seconds and got up. He came over to me and crouched down putting his lip around one of my nipples and gently playing with it, sucking, and licking. I couldn't keep from moaning, my mouth hung open and each pass of his tongue caused hot pulsing between my legs. I struggled to stay standing holding his shoulders. I patted his head and he stood up straight. I panted for breath and lifted my dress to pull my panties off. He put his finger under my chin before I could, looking at me. “You have awesome tits. These,” He said pointing, “Are the most fun I've had on campus yet.” It was my turn to blush. “Lay down, Romeo.” I said through a weak laugh. “Why not on the bed though?” He asked hooking his thumb. “Because I want to fuck on something clean.” I said flatly. “Oh,” He said awkwardly. “That's fair.” He kicked the pile of clothes along side the bed and sat down on the flat spread until he was laid on his back. I lifted my dress and hooked my fingers into the thong and slid it down letting it fall to my ankles and stepping out. A clear string of fluid snapped off the inside and stuck to my leg. I'd hoped he hadn't seen but he did. “Are you really that wet?” He asked sitting up. “Yeah, I get wet like I've sprung a leak. I can wipe it up.” I said not making eye contact. “No way, show me what it feels like!” He insisted. I felt my ears get hot. “Well, if you insist.” I climbed over him, and knelt down straddling his hips. My lips touched his warm shaft, and I made a small noise. The noises quickly became difficult to control as I slid back and forth stroking his cock with my messy pussy lips. “Fuck…” I whimpered. The feeling of his shaft grazing my clit made my insides feel tight, the aching in my pussy was unbearable. His shaft coated with me quickly as my pussy continued to drain thick, hot, fluid and I couldn't wait anymore. I lifted up and flared my hips, reaching back to put his tip at my opening and rocked onto it. I felt him sink into me, my pussy being pushed open as he slid in. I lowered as slowly as I could stand, feeling him protrude into me filling me with cock. I was crying and moaning at the sensation and as soon as my ass hit his legs I started to fuck. I stroked his cock, bucking my hips back and forth, moaning loudly. My eyes were closed and I held his shoulders as my slick clit brushed his pelvis and the thick meat inside me slid against my walls. “Oh fuck…” I moaned. My hair was tenting around my face and I could feel my whole body tensing. His face was red with focus like he was lost in the feeling of my body and trying to hold onto the sight of me. I felt his hand pull the hem of my dress up so he could feel my bare ass. I gritted my teeth through groans and gasps as he gripped it. “Fuck that's so good.” He said frantically. “Fuck… your cock is so hard…” I was losing control, gripping his shirt in my fists as I fucked him wildly. “Fuck I'm so close already.” I panted through gritted teeth. I was starting to sweat and the burning tension sent jolts of pleasure across my torso. “Oh fuck I'm cumming!” I screamed into his face. My stomach seized and my hips shook as my whole body shuddered with the violent climax that burst across it. I moaned loudly pulling on his shirt until it started to fade. The neck of his shirt was stretched, and I could feel how much slicker he was under me now. I leaned over and kissed him eagerly. He held my face behind the ears and kissed me back. I whimpered and moaned; his cock still buried in me. “You came pretty hard,” He said. “I did, thank you.” I said kissing his neck and rocking my hips again. “You can cum in me if you want. I like it, and I'm risk free.” I panted into his ear, working my hips to stroke his cock. I hoped the clenching and throbbing of my pussy would help him along. I could have fucked him all day but what he had just put me through I wanted him to have as much fun as possible. “Are, are you-” He started to ask. I put a finger to his mouth and giggled. “I'm not sure, I'm begging for it. It's ok, let me empty you into me.” I stroked him rhythmically, moaning from how sensitive I still was. I rode him, watching his lost face slowly twist into desperation, feeling his cock start to swell in me and his grip on my ass tighten. “I'm really close,” He gasped one hand on my hip, “If you want me to pull out do it… please.” I shook my head, “No way, I want it too bad. Fill me…” I panted. He grabbed my neck suddenly and his nails dug into my ass. He groaned loudly and started to buck and squirm under me. I felt his cock burst and a hot sensation filled my abdomen into my pussy. I continued stroking his cock waiting for it to soften and the heat to fade but it pulsed for several more seconds and I felt cum start to leak out of me. I started to laugh weakly as I sat up letting his spent cock fall out. My pussy drained cum onto his pelvis, legs, stomach, and clothes in a thick, white, stream that slowed to a dribble. I laughed again at the sight and feeling, running my fingers through it. “Wow, you really came in me.” I said, relishing the heat that I felt from it all. He sat quickly, “Was I not supposed to!” He asked in a panic. I laughed at him again, “Oh no, you definitely were. Um there's so much.” “Please tell me this is fine.” He asked again. I pushed him back down and laid on top of him, the fabric of the dress feeling wet as it dropped into one of the streams of cum that was falling out of me. “Would you shut up? Yes, it's fine, Mr. Post-nut clarity. Now stop ruining the afterglow.” I laid on him for several minutes and worried he'd fallen asleep. His chest was warm against my cheek. Suddenly we both jumped as the dorm door opened and a guy stepped in. He stared at us, blinked twice, and then left. “My roommate.” “I figured.” “This was fun.” I said tapping his chest, “We should do it again.” “There's nothing I'd like to do more.” He said happily. “How about, more Goldeneye, then you fuck me this time.” I asked looking up at him. “Deal, but if I win, I get to nut on your face.” He said touching my nose. “You're on!” I paused, “what was your name again?” By DragonLairReads for Literotica

Room and Bored: Part 5 Dale's schedule filled up with women's requests.. Based on a post by Krosis, in 5 parts. Listen to the ►  Podcast at Steamy Stories. At college, Melanie reminded Dale of their date that weekend. He nodded, he was originally going to cancel, but now that Nancy and Dale had -- was 'broken up' the correct term? -- well, whatever it was, it was done, so he figured he'd take the pretty platinum blonde to the movie and try to get on with his life. Just before he left the campus, though, he got a picture message from an unknown number. Confused, he opened it to see a photo of him taking Nancy from behind in their kitchen. The pic was a bit grainy, obviously taken from outside the house, but both their faces could easily be identified. A text then arrived from the same number: *My place, 6pm -- Helena*   That morning, Helena woke at 8 AM sharp. She had no choice in the matter, her parents had drilled it into her for most of her life so that she wouldn't be late for school, and even now, when she was no longer attending any house of learning, her body still habitually woke her up at that time. "Ugh, " She got up, stretched her lithe body, and pulled on some sweatpants and a tight t-shirt over a bra and undies. As she headed toward her bedroom door, she glanced out her window and stopped short. Dale's house across the street had its front windows open, and, she squinted, was that, ? She rushed down the hallway to the second floor's front balcony and threw it open. Sure enough, that was Nancy bent over the kitchen counter, getting fucked by, "Dale?" Helena pulled out her phone and zoomed the camera in. Not good enough! She cast about, saw her Dad's bird watching binoculars, and grabbed them. She pressed her camera lens to one of the eye holes of the binos and lined up the shot. There! She snapped several pics before she saw Dale thrust deep and cry out as he filled the voluptuous housewife with his cum. Shaking, Helena went back inside to decide what to do about this revelation. Obviously if Nancy's husband saw these pics, then her marriage would be over, and Dale would probably get the shit kicked out of him. Helena didn't like the thought of that, but she didn't care about Nancy's marriage; she barely knew the woman. She got a text from her Mom: *Won't be home tonight, try not to fuck the whole neighborhood while we're out, slut* Helena's parents hadn't come home the previous night either. She was pretty certain that they were over at a swinger couple's house, and it seemed that they had hit it off. Her mother was always ribbing Helena about her high sex drive, but the young woman had actually been a virgin until she had tricked a blindfolded Dale into sex almost 2 weeks ago, and even that had been an accident. Thinking about Dale's long cock slipping inside her and filling her with his sizable load made her nipples hard. It had been a frequent masturbatory inspiration since. She needed more, and with these pics she knew she could get more, she just had to be bold, like her mother. 'Like mother, like daughter,' she heard her mother's voice in her head. "Yeah," she agreed. Dale finds himself at the beck and call of demanding women. Things were strained between Dale and Nancy after he got home from school, not only because she had broken off their burgeoning romance, but also due to his concern about Helena's text that contained picture evidence of him and his married landlady having sex. What did Helena want from him? he wondered. After dinner, he headed over to Helena's house at 6 PM, as ordered. The strawberry blonde answered the door, as usual, with a menacing grin on her pretty face. She was wearing a tight t-shirt and sweatpants today. "Right on time, slave." Dale stared at her. Slave? "Get in here." He stepped in and she closed and locked the door behind him. "Oh, now that you're here, I don't know what to make you do first." "What are your plans for that pic?" he asked her. "Nuttin'," she replied, "as long as you do what I say, obvs." "And if I don't do what you say?" She sighed. "It gets sent to Nancy's husband, and terrible things happen. You ready to stop talking now?" "Nancy's a good person, Helena; she doesn't deserve this." She stepped forward, the top of her head coming only as high as his chin. Dale hadn't realized how short she actually was. "She's a cheating whore, and her husband deserves to know, don't you think?" He bit his tongue and scowled, realizing that yelling wouldn't help the situation. She turned back away from him. "Okay, so the pics are saved to my cloud, and I even printed 'em out, in case you're good enough at computers to hack my account." Dale sighed, Helena had prepared well. "What do you want me to do?" She bounced, her B-cups bobbling about in her shirt. "Ooh, I was hoping I'd be inspired when you got here, but now, too many options, and I can't decide on any! Oh, I know, " She pulled out her phone and started typing. "I joined a View dit group for masters and slaves earlier today, so I'll ask them what I should have you do. Hmm, " Blip! Blip! Blip! Her eyes lit up and she laughed, "Ha, awesome! C'mon up to Mom's room." He followed her up the ornate staircase to Trish's bedroom. "Sit on the bed." She rummaged through her mother's wardrobes and grabbed some things. "Wait here, " She went into the adjoining bathroom and closed the door. A few minutes later, she came out, still wearing the t-shirt, but now she had garters with dark, thigh-high nylon stockings on instead of her sweatpants. She dropped her phone onto the side table, climbed onto the bed, and nibbled her lower lip, reminding Dale of her mother. Sitting at the head of the bed, she spread her legs and he could see that she also had some lacy black panties on. She extended one long, slim leg. "Suck on my toes." He blinked. She had been wearing Chucks when he came in, so her feet were probably sweaty. She frowned and reached for her phone. "How disappointing." Dale grabbed her dainty, stocking-covered foot and shoved the toes into his mouth, grimacing as he started to suck on them. "Mmm, " she sighed, smiled, and started typing again. A few minutes later, she said, "Dang, this person really likes nylons. Do you like my legs, Dale? You can stop sucking." He let go of her toes. Despite the degradation of the act, his cock was getting hard. "Yes, you have gorgeous legs, Helena." "Just like my Mom's?" He considered. "Hers are gorgeous too." She was watching him very closely now. "Which do you prefer?" He didn't know how he should answer. "Be honest, I won't get mad." "Your mom's are more toned; she works hard to keep in shape. You're naturally slim, so you don't need to work out. Sorry, I think toned is better than slim." "Hmm, I see, take out your cock." "Uh, " "Now!" Dale got off the bed, pulled down his jeans and underwear, and stood there. At Helena's direction, he sat back on the bed before her. Then she moved her feet down and took his cock between them. "Umm, " It was awkward, but she was determined. Soon, she was able to stroke up and down his rising erection between her stockinged feet, the nylon catching at the skin of his shaft as it rasped up and down. Dale had never felt anything like it before. "Why, are you doing this?" he gasped. "Because I want to. Why else?" She moved one foot so the arch of her foot pressed against his shaft and her toes grasped at the head of his cock while her other foot continued to stroke. He was having trouble controlling his breathing. "Fuck, I'm gonna, " "Yeah? So cool!" She moved her feet upon him faster until he grunted and shot his cum onto the bottom of her nylon-covered foot. She kept stroking him, but it soon became overwhelmingly sensitive and he backed off, looking embarrassed. She waved him away. "Okay, you can go, but make sure you're ready for when I call." He pulled on his clothes and went home. Helena pulled off the dripping stocking and sucked the foot of it into her mouth as she frigged her clit. Tasting Dale's sperm again, she quickly came, thrilling at the thought of what she did, and what she'd do to him next time.   Dale got a call from his parents as he walked through the front door. "Hey, Mom! Yeah, just got home from my job." He looked over and saw Nancy sitting on the couch, watching TV. He went into the kitchen to fix himself a snack. "Umm hmm, umm hmm, yeah, she's taking care of me." Nancy glanced over and saw Dale looking at her as he said that. She blushed but kept watching her show. "Yep, I'm making a new life here, Mom. Yeah, love you too, say hi to Dad!" New life, Nancy's hand caressed her midsection, thinking about the huge load of sperm Dale had pumped into her that very morning. She had been careless, allowing the young man to plunder her vulnerable insides with his no doubt potent sperm as her body entered its fertile time of the month. She could feel her pussy moistening at the memory, but she had broken it off with him for good this time. She had called her husband, and he would be coming home early at her insistence. She heard Dale head downstairs to his suite and sighed. He still had Trish across the street to satisfy his urges, so he'd survive just fine.   *Got a treat for you today! Cum over at 7pm* That had been from Trish the next day. Both the Milfy blonde and her daughter were ordering him around now. Helena opened the door for him, wearing only short-shorts and a sports bra today, with her strawberry blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail. Her skin shone, and he thought that she might have been exercising. "Her bedroom, come to mine after." She gave him a wink. "Trish?" He opened the master bedroom door to find the leggy blonde laying on her bed, completely naked, and she brought a friend! "Um, " "Close the door, Dale. This is Marietta, and she's been looking forward to making your acquaintance after I told her about all the fun we've been having." "Uh, hi." Dale couldn't believe how much this pretty, older Latina lady looked like a darker-skinned version of Nancy, with large tits, a curvy body, and dark, shoulder-length curls instead of Nancy's auburn tresses. She was likewise naked, her legs wide, with Trish's face between them. "I've been getting her ready for you," Trish said as she got up and strode over to him. Then she kissed him hard and he tasted the other woman's juices on her lips. "We want several loads from you tonight, Dale, so get undressed." She sat back down on the bed and waited. He quickly disrobed and climbed onto the bed, uncertain. Trish's treat for him was a threesome! "How do you want to do this?" Trish asked Marietta. The newcomer shrugged, uncertain, she seemed shy as well, covering her large tits as best she could with her arms. "Hmm, okay, Dale, lay down." He did, and Trish situated her pussy above his face while he felt Marietta climb astride his hips, the women facing each other. Dale speared his tongue between Trish's pussy lips. "Umm! Good boy, Dale, come on, Mari, get on that cock." Dale felt the other woman grasp his hard member, direct it to her pussy, and then start to press down upon it. "Fuck, he's big," she groaned. Dale felt a bit proud at that. He grabbed Trish's hips and pulled her down onto his tongue. "Uhh, you're getting better at that, Dale," Trish moaned as he also licked at her clit before dipping his tongue inside again. Marietta had gotten half of his cock inside her, and it seemed like she was struggling. "Let me, " Trish said, and she leaned forward. Dale couldn't see what she did, but the other woman groaned and slipped further down his cock as her pussy loosened up. After she pulled up a bit and pressed down again a few more times, he was all the way inside her. "Got it, all, " she moaned. Dale could feel her pussy trembling around his shaft. "You want that cum? You have to earn it, Mari, move that ass, " Trish ordered her friend. Dale felt Trish shift as she pushed Marietta back, causing the newcomer to arch her spine as she continued to ride him. This new angle caused the head of his cock to rub along her G-spot, and he heard her gasping as his member pleasured her insides. After a few minutes, Trish whispered to her friend, "Oh, he's gonna fill you up with that hot cum soon, I can tell. Won't that feel good, babe, all that sperm inside you?" Marietta whimpered, and Trish took one of the woman's prominent nipples into her mouth. Dale couldn't hear or see any of this, though. He felt Marietta's pussy grip him tighter, and he pushed two fingers into Trish's pussy as he continued to lick at her clit. He was indeed getting close, the two women overwhelming his senses. He felt Trish lean forward more, her fingers flicked at Marietta's clit on the down-strokes, but on the upstrokes she caressed the base of Dale's cock. That was it for him, he grunted into Trish's pussy as his balls gave up their cargo and shot his orgasm up his lengthy shaft and deep inside Marietta's sultry pussy. Upon feeling Dale's cock throb, followed by a wet, warm pressure deep inside her, Marietta came. "Oh! Ah! Aie!" "Yes!" Trish sat up and pulled her friend into a hot, tonguey kiss as her boytoy inseminated the woman. "Umm, " Finally, both of them rolled off of Dale and they all lay there, panting. After a few minutes, Trish engulfed his cock with her mouth and sucked all of his and Marietta's combined juices from it. Pretty soon, his member rose to near full size again. "Ah, youth, " Trish commented, and climbed astride him. She was able to take all of him inside her juicy pussy without issue, and began to slam herself down upon him, quickly approaching her own release. She glanced to the side, saw Marietta playing with her own clit as she watched Trish and Dale fucking, and came. "Oh-oh! Yes, " Trish played with her own nipples as pleasure washed over and through her. When Trish's orgasm was done, she dismounted. "Get over there and fuck Marietta again, stud." Marietta looked at Dale with wide eyes. "Trish, I'm not sure I can, oomph!" Dale had leapt upon the voluptuous woman and slipped his hard cock back inside her spermy pussy. He thrust into her quickly, wanting to achieve his second release of the night. If he blurred his eyes, he could almost believe that he was having sex with Nancy again. He felt Trish come up behind him and wrap her arms around his chest while pressing her pelvis to his ass. "Hm, like this, it's almost like I'm fucking her," she breathed into his ear. "This is so damn hot." Dale could only agree. "You've probably already impregnated her, but let's make doubly sure, hmm?" "What?" Dale slowed down but Trish moved one arm down around his hips so she could keep thrusting from behind, which pushed his hips forward. "Trish, " "I'm sorry for not letting you know beforehand, Dale, but I didn't know what you'd do if you knew. Marietta's a single professional, and she wants a baby, so I offered your, stud services, " She nibbled on his ear. "C'mon, you can't tell me that you aren't turned on by this." She continued to thrust from behind, but Dale wasn't fighting back, only letting his hips be pushed and pulled by her as his cock sluiced into the body of the fertile woman below him. He acknowledged that it was indeed hot, shooting his cum inside this voluptuous lady. Trish had been practically training his brain for this moment, urging him to play 'knock me up' every time they had sex. Had her method been purposeful, or a happy coincidence? He couldn't think on that very well, as he was approaching his second orgasm of the night. "Oh, please, " Marietta stared into his eyes, her need written plainly on her face as she pushed her rounded hips up at him. Finally, Dale let go, thrusting faster into the sexy woman until he felt another cum rising from his loins. "Uh, umm, Uh!" "Yes, " both women moaned as he thrust deeply inside Marietta and fired another load of baby juice deep inside her. "Umm!" Marietta moaned as she furiously played with her clit and came again. Dale felt her pussy suckling on his cock, urging more of his potent sperm to penetrate her fertile insides. He fell upon Marietta, his energy gone. Trish let go, and the Latina enveloped him with her arms and legs, brought his face to hers, and kissed him passionately. "Thank you, Dale. Oh, " He felt a small orgasmic aftershock squeeze his cock. When he recovered enough, he redressed. "I, uh, gotta go, " "Thank you, Dale," Trish said, "you'll get an extra-special treat next time for being such a good boy." "I, may not survive, " he moaned. He looked back at Marietta. "Err, nice to meet you, " he said lamely. She waved as he stumbled out of the master bedroom. He was going to head home and sleep forever, Helena's bedroom door opened and her finger beckoned. "Oh shit, " The extra-long conclusion. "Helena, " "Hist!" The slim strawberry blonde silenced Dale with a wave of her arm before ushering him into her bedroom and closing the door behind him. "I said you were mine after Mom was done with you." He sat on her bed. "I'm wasted. Those women, " He stopped. Helena dropped the robe she had been wearing, revealing the same garters and hose from the previous day, but now she was also wearing a dark, sheer bustier that propped up her B-cup tits and deepened her cleavage. ", whoa." The eighteen-year-old blushed for a moment as Dale stared at her outfit, but then took a breath. "So, get those pants off." He unfastened his jeans. "Sure, but nothing's gonna happen; I've been wrung dry." "We'll see about that. Also, whisper if you have to say anything." She gave a pointed look toward the air vent near the ceiling. "The walls have ears." He glanced at the vent and then sat back on her bed. As expected, his penis was limp and lifeless. Helena climbed onto the bed with him. "You don't like how I look?" She seemed offended. "You're gorgeous, totally sexy," Dale replied, "but holy shit those women got two loads out of me, back-to-back. I may not be able to cum again for days." "Lay back." He did so, sighing, and Helena moved her nylon-covered feet to his penis again. However, unlike last time, it just didn't respond to the manipulations of her dainty tootsies. She finally gave up. "Damnit," she swore under her breath, "Mom just can't let me enjoy myself." She moved up the bed and lay back on a pillow, huffing in frustration. Dale lay down beside her. "How do you mean?" "She keeps telling me how much I'm like her, a goddamn cumslut, useless for anything but sex, and now I can't even get that going because she drained you like a fucking vampire." "She said all that?" "Shush!" She waved her hand at the air vent. He moved closer so he could whisper. "So the ice princess and dominatrix acts are because of what your mom says? You don't have to listen to her. Did you blackmail me because you thought I wouldn't be interested in you otherwise?" She looked into his eyes as they lay there. "Well, yeah. When we met, I treated you like shit I found on the bottom of my shoe." He considered for a moment. "Tell me something you like, a hobby or pastime." She thought for a moment. "I like anime." "Me too! Attack on Titan, My Hero Academia, " "Assassination Classroom?" "Yeah! See, we have something in common. And that's just one thing, I'm sure we have others, but you never bothered to find out." He peered out the window into the night. "Why were you looking at Nancy's house so early in the morning, when you caught us, doing that?" She looked embarrassed. "I always look out there when I wake up. Sometimes I see you heading to school." "You've been watching me?" She flushed. "Yeah, and when you're doing stuff with Mom, " "You've been spying, too." Dale marveled at this, both Nancy and Helena had spied on him doing sex stuff. How many other women were so, sex driven? he wondered. Helena nibbled her lower lip, thinking of the sexy sounds that had come through the air vent from her mother's room for the last hour. She began to rub her thighs together. "I don't get out much." Dale closed his eyes and rubbed his temples. "Jesus, you're a hot girl that likes anime and sex, you could honestly have any guy you wanted just by showing interest in them, and instead you blackmailed me." "Soo, you do want to go out with me?" He looked at her confused but hopeful look. "If you had asked yesterday, I'd have said yes, well, I guess not while I'm 'servicing' your mother, " "I wouldn't make you stop, that's hot, and I'm not jealous," she informed him, "but why yesterday?" "Because that was before you blackmailed me!" "Oh."   "Dale?" He started awake, confused. Where was he? Oh, right, on Helena's bed. She was still in the garters and bustier, so he figured that he'd only been out for a moment. He looked at his phone, it was 9 PM, so he'd been napping there for the last hour. "Were you just watching me sleep?" he asked her. "You looked like you needed to rest, so I went on my phone for a bit," she replied. "I was hoping a nap might help Mr. Pokey down there." He considered his penis, but it still seemed devoid of energy. "Hm, probably not." "What if I, ?" She took it in hand and started pulling at it. After a minute of that, she sighed and took it into her mouth. "Ahh, " he moaned. The warm, inverse pressure felt good, but his cock still remained lifeless. After another minute she gave up. "Damnit! This is so frustrating. How about, ?" She pulled down on her bustier so that her B-cup boobies popped out, each topped with a pink pencil eraser nipple. Dale felt a twinge down below, and licked his lips as he gazed at her luscious tits. "Yeah?" Helena looked hopeful. "Maybe, ?" She moved forward to press a nipple into his mouth, and Dale began to suckle on it. "Ooh, that feels, wow, " she moaned. She climbed astride him so that he would have better access to her tits, which then caused her panty-covered pussy to settle onto his mostly still-soft penis. "Hmm, ." she moaned in pleasure and frustration. "Are those my stockings and garters?" They froze and turned to the door. Trish was there in her shorty robe, her arms crossed and her eyes narrowed as she beheld her 18-year-old daughter rubbing herself on her 19-year-old boy-toy. "Mom! I, uh, " Helena scrambled off of Dale, but that only revealed his half-naked form. "Dale, go home and we'll talk later. Helena, my dear, we are going to have a discussion right now." He grabbed his pants and bounded past Trish and out of the room. Helena's bedroom door slammed behind him.   Friday after school, Dale just hung out in his basement suite. Nancy hadn't invited him up for dinner for the previous couple nights, and he was pretty sure that was no longer an option with her; they were now just landlady and renter, which was even less than what they had been when he moved in. *You up for that extra special treat?* Trish messaged him. Despite cumming twice in rapid succession the previous night with her and Marietta, Dale felt his cock perk up at that text. Still, he wasn't sure what he'd be walking into, after what happened between Trish and Helena. Instead of heading upstairs to leave, which could have caused him to run into Nancy, he instead left by his outside suite door. Trish opened the door for him, wearing her sheer shorty robe that showcased her glorious gams. "No Helena?" he asked, confused. "She's around," she said mysteriously. Dale paused for a moment, thinking. "Can I just quickly, ?" He headed toward the lower floor washroom. "Yeah, come on up to my bedroom when you're ready." When Dale walked into Trish's bedroom a few minutes later, he stopped short. Helena was tied, one extremity per post of Trish's four-poster bed, face down and naked, grunting and yelling into the ball gag that secured her mouth. Dale just stared. "I, uh, " Trish lightly slapped her daughter's ass, causing the girl to rage. "I was able to get out of her that she blackmailed you, though not what with. That was about it, though. Did you fuck her, Dale?" He just stood there, taking in the bizarre sight. "No, she just rubbed one out of me with her feet." Trish looked at her daughter, surprised and a little impressed. "Feet? Huh. Well, I've informed Little Miss Sunshine here that if she uses whatever she's been holding over you, she'll be on the street sucking whatever disease-ridden dicks she can find for cash. I won't support this kind of behavior under my roof." She slapped Helena's tight ass again, eliciting another grunt of outrage from the girl. Dale stayed standing in the bedroom doorway. "So what's going on here?" Trish came forward. "Your extra special treat! You're going to take her anal virginity." Helena screamed into the gag. "And how does Helena feel about that?" Trish harrumphed and crossed her arms. "I don't give a fuck. This girl needs to be taken down a peg, and you have the big peg to do it with." She reached for Dale's zipper. He stepped back, pulled out his phone, tapped the screen a few times, and put it away. "So that conversation where you were telling me that you wanted me to anally rape the daughter you forcibly tied to your bed has been uploaded to the cloud." Trish stepped back, shocked. "Dale, !" "Untie her, now." He had never seen Trish cowed before. She quickly did as commanded, freeing Helena, who then rushed over to hug Dale, tears streaming down her face. Trish sat on the bed. "Now what?" Dale gave Helena a squeeze. "Now we talk."   Dale had actually taken Psychology as his college minor (not that anyone ever asked). They sat on the bed and he let Helena rage at her mother about how she had put her down and called her a slut ever since her daughter had grown tits. After some pointed questioning, Dale was able to get out of Trish that she, herself, had been a sexually charged young woman, and had gotten pregnant the very first time she had sex, at 18. She had been stupid, but lucky in that Stephen had taken responsibility and married her. She had seen her daughter taking after herself and didn't want her making the same mistake. Along the way, though, things changed from protective to abusive, she admitted, but she didn't know how to change course. "Right here, this is where you change course," Dale told them. "Blackmail, anal rape? This is rock bottom, so there's nowhere to go but up, right?" "I'm sorry, baby, I love you," Trish sobbed, tears mucking up her mascara as she held out her hands to her daughter. Helena, still holding on to Dale's arm, tightened her grip. He turned to her, "If you think this is salvageable, at least take her hand." She did after a moment, and Trish gave her a hopeful smile. After some more discussion, Dale felt that they had done as much as they could for the day. He got Trish to promise that they'd seek out a family counselor. "I think it's pretty much a given that I won't be coming around again, as handyman or otherwise." Trish nodded. "I'm sorry, Dale, I betrayed your trust with Marietta and misjudged your character with Helena. I hope you'll forgive me." Without comment, he gave her a hug. Then he hugged Helena and went home.   "Hey, hey, Dale!" Dale stopped short as he habitually entered the house through the front door. Michael, Nancy's husband, home almost a week early, was in the kitchen grabbing a bag of chips. "You're back!" Dale stated, stunned. "Yep! Front, too," the older man winked at Dale. Dale sighed. For a guy who didn't have any kids, Michael sure loved dad jokes. "Well, welcome back. I gotta, " Dale pointed to the basement suite door and headed there. "Sure, sure, thanks for taking care of Nancy while I was away, champ." "You're welcome," Dale grumped, and headed down into his cave.   On Saturday, Melanie rolled up in her old Toyota Corolla to pick up Dale for their date. As he got into the passenger side, he noted that she was wearing a white knee-length skirt and a blue blouse under a long, furry coat. "I hope that's not real fur," he joked as she drove. "Definitely not!" Dale offered to pay for the movie, but Melanie refused. "I asked You out," she said indignantly. "Besides, how am I going to get you at my mercy in the back seat of my car if you don't owe me?" She gave him a silly grin to show that she was kidding. Dale frowned. If their genders had been reversed and he had said that, he'd probably have gotten a swift kick in the nards! He laughed uncomfortably. The movie was awesome, as were most Marvel movies. They shared a popcorn, and their hands touched frequently as they pulled the buttery snack from the bucket. When it was gone, they just continued to hold hands. "Wait until after the credits," he told her. "Well Duh!" she responded. After the post-credits scene, they reluctantly disengaged and headed back to her car. Instead of taking Dale home, though, Melanie pulled into an industrial area and parked in a darkened corner of a cul-de-sac. "Did you know that I've had a crush on you for a while?" she asked as she turned the car off. "Yeah? Oomph!" Melanie had unbuckled and rushed her face to his, catching him off guard. As the platinum blonde's tongue slipped into his mouth, though, his libido beast, unfulfilled for the last couple of nights, awoke, and he kissed her back passionately. After a while, first base moved to second, and Dale felt up Melanie's C-cups through her blouse. She redoubled her kissing and, emboldened, Dale suggested that they move into the back seat. "I dunno, oh, " she moaned as Dale found one of her nipples through her bra. "Um, okay." They removed their coats as they moved into the larger space of the back seat and made out some more. Dale was able to move his hands under Melanie's blouse to unsnap her bra, and soon he was palming her warm tits directly. They weren't as large as Nancy's, or even Trish's, but they were nice. "Hmm, " she moaned into his mouth. As they continued the make-out session, Melanie naturally lay back across the seats. Dale took advantage of the change of position by moving between her legs, and soon they were dry humping. As the teen couple thrust their covered loins together, her skirt slipped up further and further, and soon he was rubbing his jeans-covered crotch against her panty-covered pussy. Melanie was breathing heavily and thrusting her pelvis at him, her eyes closed as she was overwhelmed by the sensations. Dale reached down and unzipped his jeans, needing to be inside her. He took his turgid member in hand, used the head to move the gusset of her panties aside, "Dale." , and started to press it into her sex, "Dale! Stop!" , he could feel her wet pussy lips, opening to welcome him, Then he was on the floor of the car, his cheek stinging. "What the hell, Dale?" Melanie yelled. "I told you to stop!" His head was muzzy, both from his bubbling hormones and the slap. He replayed the last few seconds in his head. She Had told him to stop, and he had just been focused on getting his cock wet! He tucked his shrinking member back into his pants and sat back up on the seat, but opposite her. "I'm so sorry, Melanie, I thought you wanted me." Melanie had closed her legs and pulled her skirt back down, and was now looking at him with apprehension. "I did, I do, but, well, number one, you weren't listening, number two, I'm a virgin, and number three, you need to use a condom!" Dale blinked. With all the sex he'd had over the last few weeks, none of it had been with a condom, he hadn't even considered buying any for this date. Also, "You're a virgin?" Here he was, about to deflower Melanie in the back of an old Corolla. He felt like shit. She looked embarrassed. "Well, yeah, remember I was the fat girl with glasses in high school? Nobody asked me out, not even to prom. Then, after the weight loss and eye surgery, I moved here for college, and there you were, I mean, I've had offers from other guys recently, and even a girl, but I kept waiting for you to ask me out." His mind was racing, putting together the pieces that had contributed to his raging, one-track-mind libido over the last few weeks. He considered his date, looking so vulnerable. "Melanie, I wouldn't blame you if you just took me home, but will you listen to my story? It may explain things." She watched him for a while, thinking. Then she nodded. "But we're getting our coats back on, 'cause it's getting cold in here." Bundled back up, Dale told her everything about Nancy, Trish, and even Helena. He explained how Trish's seduction technique and frequent sexual demands, combined with his on-again, off-again 'relationship' with Nancy and Helena's master-slave blackmail must have warped his mind a bit, causing him to focus on the fucking instead of on making sure that Melanie was okay with what they were doing. He also apologized again. She looked at him, wide-eyed. "That was all true? You're not just making up stories, like in class?" He nodded. She pondered what he had said. "All right, I'll forgive you, but I'm going to need something from you, let's call it a trust exercise." Confused, he responded, "Okay, " She nibbled her lower lip. "That story was really fucking hot, and I need to cum. You said Trish taught you how to use your tongue, so, " She pulled down her panties and spread her legs for him, showing off her trimmed blonde muff. ", get in there, and if you make me feel good, I'll make you feel good after. No intercourse, though." Dale was likewise still horny from the making out, as well as from recounting his story. He dove between Melanie's legs and did his absolute best, giving her a screaming orgasm within a couple of minutes. Then she asked him to lay back, and she unfastened his jeans to pull his stiff cock out. "Holy shit! No wonder you've been getting laid so much! Oh!" She engulfed the head with her mouth and he moaned. She inexpertly licked and stroked him to orgasm. While he did warn her that he was going to cum, the sheer volume took her by surprise, and it spilled out as she choked trying to swallow it all, causing it to splatter back onto his crotch and drip down her chin. She licked it all up, marveling at how tasty it was.   Dale and Melanie took their relationship slowly, sticking with blowjobs and pussy eating when they got too wound up. He gave Nancy his notice and moved out the next month for campus housing that was closer to his new girlfriend. A few weeks later, Nancy and Michael rekindled their relationship after she informed him that she was finally pregnant. Michael figured that he had knocked his wife up just before he left for his extended work trip, and she didn't correct him, having started her last period a little after he left. The man stopped being depressed about his low sperm count and returned to his former attentive self, though he still orgasmed way too quickly for her liking.   "Mom?" Helena shuffled into her mother's bedroom. Trish put down her book. "Yes, Helena?" "I think I'm pregnant." Trish scrutinized her daughter and sighed. She had noticed the girl gaining some weight, most notably in her boobs, but hadn't said anything. "How many periods have you missed?" "A couple. I figured you can miss one sometimes, right? But then this month's didn't come either, and it's been another few weeks." Trish frowned. "Dale said you two didn't have sex. Did he lie?" "Umm, no, " The strawberry blonde looked very guilty. "But it's his?" Helena nodded. 'You conniving little bitch,' Trish thought but didn't say. They were working on their relationship with the help of a family therapist, as Dale had suggested. She considered her former boy-toy, now gone for weeks. He had succeeded in impregnating her friend Marietta, and now Helena as well. Trish also had a sneaking suspicion about Nancy also getting pregnant right after her husband left on an extended work trip. I'm the only woman he didn't knock up, she realized, feeling a little left out. "What're we gonna do, Mom?" Helena's pregnancy was already past the number of weeks their state allowed for abortion, so it seemed that Trish was going to be a Gilf in under a year! She sighed. Like mother, like daughter, she told herself again.   Eventually Dale and Melanie did have sex, though he made sure that it was in a properly romantic setting, and she wore garters and stockings, as he had requested. He wore a condom, as she had requested. He started a new game of Dragon Era for them to play together, this time as a female Elf Wizard. While Melanie's role playing choices weren't as interesting as Nancy's, she still occasionally surprised him. After Dale's English professor crushed his dreams and told him, quite frankly, that the young man's writing skills weren't sufficiently amazing to make a living at it, he switched majors to Psychology. He kept writing in his spare time, though, as he enjoyed it, you may have red some of his erotic stories online. By Krosis, for Literotica.  

Room and Bored: Part 2 Dale starts playing a game with Nancy, and meets Trish. Based on a post by Krosis, in 5 parts. Listen to the ►  Podcast at Steamy Stories.   "Coffee?" Dale glanced up as he entered the kitchen to forage for breakfast, only to find Nancy there, wearing a tight t-shirt and yoga pants that showed off her womanly curves. "Oh, uh, yeah, please." He sat at the kitchen table and she brought him a steaming mug, just the way he liked it, with lots of cream and sugar. "Um, about last night, " "Mulligan," was all she said, a cute smile playing across her lips. "Right." That was the golf term she used, saying that he had another chance. Kinda like reloading a save game after you made a wrong choice, he mused, grinning back at her. She served his favorite, scrambled eggs and bacon. As they ate, she said, "Oh, my friend Trish -- you know the lady across the street? -- she asked me to find out if you wanted to make some extra money helping her out around her property." "The tall blonde?" Dale asked, angling his head to look out the front window. "Do you have her number? I probably shouldn't just go over there." "Yeah, her." Nancy felt an odd feeling wash over her for a moment, thinking about Trish macking on her renter. "Her number's on the fridge."   That evening, after dinner, Dale was playing video games when there was a knock on his door. "Yeah?" he called up. Nancy called down, "Okay for me to come visit?" "Oh, sure!" Still wearing the yoga pants and tight t-shirt, his voluptuous landlady descended the steps. "I'm bored, what cha doing'?" He gestured to his monitor. "Video games." She pulled up a chair and leaned forward to look at his screen. "What kind of game you playing? I used to play Legend of Zora." "Isotope 78. Kinda an online role playing shooter?" She gave him an awkward smile and shrugged. "Here, " he continued playing, thankful that his character was in a safe space when Nancy had arrived, since the online game couldn't be paused. Soon, he found some ultra mutants and started blasting them. "So where's the role playing?" she asked after the monsters were gory chunks on the ground. "Not here. I have to go find some people and talk to them. Actually, I guess it's mostly shooting things, now that I think about it." "Hmm," Nancy hummed, looking disappointed. Dale exited the game. "Well, you liked Zora, so you're probably more into fantasy than sci-fi? And if you want role playing, oh, I got it!" He clicked about and another game started installing. "Dragon Era. I've played it before, but I can do the hack 'n slash while you make the character and role playing choices!" "Yeah? That sounds cool." While they were waiting for the game to download, Nancy asked him, "So, any cute girls -- um, young ladies -- in your classes?" "I guess," Dale hedged, not mentioning that none of them held a candle to her. "I'm not good with women." She got closer in order to look at the download progress. It was almost done. "You seem to be doing okay with me." "Well, I know you. You were my babysitter." Nancy sat back, feeling old. "Right." There was a 'Download complete!' message on screen, and Dale grabbed the mouse. "Okay, here we go, " Soon they were in the character creation screen. "Well, our character should be a woman, naturally," Nancy said, using her hands to draw attention to her womanly attributes. Dale gulped. "Human, Elf, Dwarf? Hm, look at the bazongas on her! Yeah, female Dwarf highborn." Soon, they had a Dwarf woman warrior that looked a fair bit like Nancy, though shorter, with auburn hair and a chest to make hell spawn weep. Dale set the game to easy mode so the gameplay wouldn't get bogged down with long combats, and they played. Nancy kept her chair closer to Dale's so that she could see the screen better, and he was glad that he had set it to easy mode, as her scent and body warmth were quite distracting. "Oh, this guy's kinda hot, with that braided beard, can we sleep with him?" she asked. "Maybe?" Dale answered, and clicked the flirty dialog choice, only to watch their attempt fail. "Hm, guess not." "Can our character actually have sex in this game?" "Oh, sure! Once we get the party together, um, " He looked down. Nancy had put her hand on his thigh as she leaned forward, though she was still looking at the screen. He figured that she hadn't even realized that she'd done it, and he wasn't about to attract her attention to it. "Let's get through the character backstory and to the main plotline, and there's I think three characters we can get it on with?" "Three? Nice!" She lightly squeezed his thigh. Dale could feel his cock hardening. He wondered if he would get another mulligan if he came in his pants. Nancy's role-playing decisions were definitely different from how Dale played the game the first time, and he was surprised at some of the results. He was really enjoying playing with her, and the time flew by. "Oh wow, I gotta get to bed," he told her after glancing at his clock. Nancy drew her eyes up from Dale's crotch. Her naughty hand on his thigh had had a noticeable and visually distracting effect on him. "Oh, and I was having so much fun." He saved the game and exited. "Well, we can play again tomorrow, if you want." He turned his head to her but kept the rest of his body still, not wanting to disturb her hand on his thigh. "It's a date!" she said, and got to her feet, sliding her hand along his upper thigh and hip as she went. "Sweet dreams!" she called back as she ascended the basement stairs. Dale watched her shapely legs and rounded ass in those heavenly yoga pants as she went. "Good nite, " Nancy closed Dale's door, turned off the living room lights, and waited, her ear to his door. When she heard the heavy breathing, she quietly opened it again, knelt down, and craned her neck to peep down into the basement suite. As she had seen before, Dale had pulled down his jeans and was furiously masturbating, the sight of his above average sized cock making her naughty bits quiver. *I* got him this excited, she realized. Carefully, she slipped her fingers into her yoga pants and frigged her clit as she watched the young man pleasure himself. Soon, he grabbed some tissues and grunted as he exploded into them, the sheer volume of his emission too much for the thin paper, and several drops splattered to the hardwood floor. Nancy gasped at the sight. She saw Dale's head tilt. Had he heard her? she wondered. She quickly pulled her head back and quietly closed the door before sneaking off to her bed to finish frigging herself, Dale's young, healthy-looking member forefront in her mind's eye as she imagined it drilling into her libidinous body. "Is Trish here?" The cute strawberry blonde who opened the door across the street from Nancy's looked at Dale with a scowl. "And who're you?" She seemed to be about his age, he figured, or maybe 18. She was wearing what seemed to be an anime-inspired outfit, with a short skirt, thigh-high socks, Chucks, and a half-top that clung to her B-cup tits and showed off her tight, tanned tummy. Her hair was pulled up into high twin-tails. "Dalemar, Dale," he responded. "She asked me to come over and do some work for her." The girl rolled her eyes and made way so he could enter. "Probably laying some pipe," she said bitterly. "Really? I haven't done any plumbing before." Dale started taking off his shoes. She rolled her eyes again. "Leave 'em on, Mom's out back." Then she turned on her heel and strode toward the back of the house. Dale couldn't help but stare at the girl's upper thighs playing peekaboo under that skirt as she strolled through the expensive-looking abode. He could almost make out the curves of her ass as it bobbed up and down. "So what's your name?" he asked, making sure to be looking at her face as she glanced back at him. "Helena." Then she opened the back door, turned to the side, and gave a sarcastic, grand arm gesture for him to keep going on through. "Thanks," he said, and headed into the grounds. "Hum." He found Trish sunbathing in a black one-piece swimsuit by the large ground-level pool. He noticed that the older woman had an hourglass figure, with nice-sized tits peeking out from the low cut lycra, but her legs were her signature feature, looking long and slender as she lay stretched out on a lounging chair. "See anything you like?" she asked. Dale started. He didn't realize he'd been staring, or that her eyes were open behind her dark 'Jackie O' sunglasses. "Uh, yeah, this place is great, Trish," he responded, waving to encompass the pool, fountain, and tennis court in the distance. "I can see that you'd need help keeping it looking so good." She got to her feet. "I was meaning, never mind. Come along with me, Dale." She headed down a path, framed by tall hedges, her flip-flops flip-flopping as she went, and he followed. "Our hedge maze is to the left, and the tool shed to the right. Don't mix them up or you could get stuck for a while." She turned and gave him a coquettish grin. Dale shook his head and grinned back. The front of the house made the property seem smaller than it actually was, but it seemed that Trish owned quite a few acres of land in the back. She opened a small wooden building and gestured inside. "Are you used to handling a large tool, Dale?" Dale stepped up to the door next to her, his nostrils filling with the heady scent of jojoba oil that emanated from her lithe form. The shed had all sorts of power tools for cutting grass, hedges, and even a chainsaw for trees. "A bit bigger than I'm used to, but I think I'll manage." "Hm, how disappointing," she commented. She had removed her sunglasses and was nibbling on one of the earpieces as she evaluated his form. He gulped. "I mean, you just need to show me what you want once, and I'll make sure it gets done right after that." She put her sunglasses back on. "That'll have to do. Okay, come back on Saturday at 11 AM, and we'll see what you're made of, hmm?" Dale made his way back to Nancy's house. As he opened the front door, he stopped short, as his landlady's rounded ass was pointing up in the air, right at him, her camel toe obvious through her stretched, tight yoga pants. "Oh!" she exclaimed as she fell to the carpet from her 'downward-facing dog' yoga pose. "Sorry, Dale! I didn't expect you back for a bit. Gotta keep this old bod in shape, or it'll get away from me, ya know?" Dale blinked, making sure his eyes were still in their sockets. "Nancy, you're not old! You're only, what, 32?" She got to her feet, and Dale noticed that these yoga pants were more like capris, and she was wearing a tight half-top that barely restrained her D-cups. In fact, as he looked, he could swear that her nipples were starting to become visible through the fabric. She turned and dropped back into her original pose, her ass up in the air. "Um, anyway, I have to finish this, so, " "Uh, right, I'll leave you to it." He headed toward the basement door. "No! Tell me everything that happened at Trish's," she insisted. Dale felt uncertain about just standing there, staring at his landlady's ass, so he sat down on the couch. Then he blushed when he realized that this was the same couch that she had been laying on when he blasted a load of cum all over her half-naked form. Nancy moved into the 'triangle' pose, stretching out one leg and arm. "So, " "Oh! Yeah, I went over there and met Trish's daughter Helena, " "And what did you think of her?" Nancy asked as she rolled onto her back and lifted her hips and knees up into the 'bridge' pose. Damn, yoga is really erotic, Dale thought. "Well, my first impression of her wasn't great, but maybe I caught her on a bad day?" Nancy snorted. Every day was a bad day with that girl, she thought. Oh, Dale, you'd offer a glass of water to someone just so they'd have something to spit at you. You're too good for them. You're too good for me. She plopped her ass to the carpet and sat up, breathing heavily. He continued, "They've got a really nice house, and their backyard is huge!" Sighing, Nancy stood up and moved into a 'warrior' pose, her arms raised as she faced her renter. Her face flushed as she realized that this pose pushed her tits out toward him. Dale continued, trying not to stare at Nancy's nipples as they visibly pressed out the tight fabric of her half-top. "Trish said she wanted me to use her large tools, but Helena said her mom wanted me to lay some pipe? Either I'll be doing a lot of different things over there, or those two don't talk much." Nancy stifled a giggle. Finally, she relaxed and lay back on the carpet in the 'corpse' pose, letting all her tensions flow away. She closed her eyes and controlled her breathing. Her feet were facing toward Dale, though, so he was looking directly between her tight, yoga pants-clad legs, wondering if the dark spot he could see there was from sweat. His eyes traveled up to Nancy's tits, her nipples now quite pronounced through the tight half-top. He got up and headed for the basement door. "You're going?" she asked, her eyes still closed. "Gotta, take care of something." Then he was gone. Nancy smiled and headed to his door to listen and then spy on the young man as he pleasured himself while thinking of her voluptuous body. More playing of games, and not all of them on the computer. That night, Nancy joined Dale in his suite to play more Dragon Era. This time, she wore dark blue leggings and a long t-shirt, and brought a couple of vodka coolers. She plopped the bottles on his desk. "You want one?" "I'm not old enough for a couple years." She pulled a chair up. "I don't see any cops here, and I'm no narc. C'mon, I don't wanna drink alone." She popped the top of one bottle and held it out to him. "Okay." He took the translucent pale yellow cooler and took a swig. It was tart, sweet, and lemony. "Mm!" She took a swig of her own. "Okay, where'd we leave off?"   As before, Nancy got way too close and her hand made its way to Dale's thigh as she focused on the game. As before, his cock got hard from the stimulation. However, unlike the previous night, he was wearing sweatpants instead of jeans, so the bulge was even more noticeable. Nancy grabbed her cooler with her free hand and finished it off. Dale's was still only half full, so he took another gulp. "So can we fuck Alain?" she asked him. "Eventually," he responded. "We can flirt with him for now, but we'll have to help him with his personal quest before we can jump him." "What about the big guy?" "Stone? I don't think we can have sex with him." "It's probably best," she said. "Can you imagine how huge his cock must be, and us being just a cute little Dwarf?" He snickered. "Ha! Yeah, I, " Nancy's hand had moved to his erection, and stopped. He knew that she had to be aware of where it was, there was no way that she wouldn't feel his fully erect cock as it throbbed under her palm. "Keep playing," she urged him. He grabbed his cooler and, with a couple big gulps, finished it. Then he returned to the game, breathing erratically. In the game, they went and talked to Mordayn, the witch. "She's kind of a bitch, huh?" Nancy asked. "Remind you of anyone?" "Um, " "What do you really think about Helena, Dale?" Nancy's fingers caressed his cock through his pants and he gasped. "She's, uh, she's cute?" Her fingers kept moving, making his cock twitch. "Cuter than her mom?" Dale was still having trouble controlling his breathing. "Um, um, just different, I guess?" "If you had a choice, which of us three would you fuck?" One of her hands pulled his waistband open, and the other slipped inside his underwear. "Oh, Nancy, " The game was forgotten. She grasped his sizable member and stroked it as well as she could within the confines of his clothing. "You said I was the most beautiful woman you've met. Is it me?" "Ugh, oh, but you're married, " She moved her mouth to his ear. "Not what I asked, Dale. Would you put this beast into that little cock tease Helena, her skank mother, or, " Her hand moved faster along his shaft, ", into my soft, warm body?" He turned to her. "You," he breathed, and moved his lips to hers. As her tongue speared between his lips, he moaned and grunted. She felt his member throb in her hand, and then his hot cum was ricocheting within his boxers. She continued to jack him off, and several more spurts of hot, wet semen filled his underwear and covered her hand. She broke the kiss. "I have to go to bed now. Sweet dreams!" Then she pulled her hand from his pants and ran for the stairs. "I, good nite, " he called after her, confused. She slammed the basement door behind her, pulled her tights down with her free hand, and then did her best to shove as many fingers of her sperm-covered hand into her pussy as she could. As she felt Dale's warm cum being pressed inside her, she came hard and dropped to her knees, doing her best to stifle her cries of ecstasy. She fell onto her back, her body reflexively moving into the 'bridge' yoga pose, her feet on the floor and her pelvis thrust up as she slipped as much of the young man's sperm into her overheated body as she could, cumming continuously. "Uh" she gasped. Finally, she dropped back to the floor, falling naturally into the 'corpse' pose. Her hand, now clean of Dale's virile sperm, flopped beside her shaking body. Her period was due any day now, she knew, so this crazy, headstrong moment wouldn't have an unintended, lifelong biological consequence that would destroy her marriage. But what about after her period? she wondered.   "Coffee?" Dale stepped carefully into the kitchen the next morning. "Please," he responded, watching Nancy's back as she made the hot beverage for him. Today she was wearing a pretty blouse and slacks that nicely cradled her shapely ass. She handed him the steaming mug and paused. Upon catching him staring at her, she gave him an uncertain grin. "What?" "Nothing," he answered after a few seconds. "Thanks." If she wasn't going to mention what happened last night, he figured, then he wasn't going to make things uncomfortable. At school, he kept finding his mind wandering back to the previous night. Melanie hung around during lunch, but she seemed put off by how distracted he was and left.   "You, um, wanna play more Dragon Era?" he asked as he helped Nancy with the dinner dishes. "Yeah!" she replied. "When are we gonna meet the other characters we can sleep with?" "One soon. The other's later, depending on where we go." She took a dish from him and wiped it with the towel. "You want me to bring coolers again?" He continued washing. "No, you're intoxicating enough." She gave him a shove on the shoulder. "Oh, Dale! And you said you weren't good with women." He flushed. Yeah, he agreed in his head, Nancy was so easy to just hang out and talk with. "Your chairs down there are a little uncomfortable after a while," she said. "Is there any way to put the game on the TV up here?"   Dale was able to hook his laptop up to the TV in the living room, and with some screen mirroring from his gaming PC over the network, plus the use of his extra wireless keyboard and mouse, he was set up. "Ahh, much better!" Nancy plopped herself down on the couch next to him, on his left side again, so she wouldn't interfere with his mouse hand. Dale gulped. She had changed into a long t-shirt again, but this time without tights. She tucked her bare, shapely legs under her and leaned her head on his shoulder as they played. Soon, her hand made its way back to his thigh. He had made sure to wear sweatpants again, freshly laundered. They had barely started playing when she pulled the band of his sweatpants forward and fished his hard cock out. He tried to keep playing, but she took his member in hand and started to stroke it. Nancy's pussy was very wet now. She had felt his size before, but now she could both see and feel it, and it was amazing. "Have you measured this thing?" she asked as she wanked him. "Err, no, " She bent down. "Damn, gotta be eight inches. You're gonna make some woman happy one day." Dale wondered about that. He wanted to make Her happy. What was she meaning, some woman? Since she was already down there, Nancy just decided to take his cock into her mouth. Dale gasped and dropped the keyboard to the floor. Onscreen, hell spawn murdered their character, very slowly, since they were on easy difficulty. Neither of them noticed. Dale had thought that Nancy's hand had been amazing, it was nothing compared to her warm, wet mouth! But it was too stimulating, "Uh, Nancy, I'm gonna, oh, " She shoved her head down, taking most of him into her mouth as he came. Her hand slipped below her shirt and into her panties, furiously frigging her clit as she swallowed his hot cum. "Oh! Ah!" Dale groaned as spurt after spurt of his seed filled Nancy's mouth. Finally, he was spent, and lay back. "Oh, " She stopped playing with herself, suddenly feeling self-conscious as she gulped down his spend. Kind of salty, but a nicer taste than her husband's, she decided. She tucked Dale's shrinking penis back into his pants. "Huh, huh, " Dale huffed. "Oh, we died!" Dale glanced at Nancy, confused, and then at the screen where she was looking. "Oh, " He grabbed the keyboard and reloaded their last save. He turned to her. "So, " She seemed to be purposely not looking at him. "Keep playing," she directed him, her face red. After a bit more gameplay, she sidled into his arm again. His nose caught the musky scent of her vagina, recognizable from the night that he had accidentally cum all over her, and that had been on the very couch they were sitting on. "You, again?" she whispered. Dale looked at her. Her sight was focused on his lap, where his cock had once again risen to full prominence. Nancy's nipples were incredibly hard. Her pussy was throbbing with need, as she had been unable to cum earlier. She pushed the keyboard to the floor, grabbed Dale's sweatpants, directed him to lift his ass, and yanked them down. Then she climbed astride his lap. "Nancy?" "Shush," she shushed him, and reached down to direct the head of his cock under her t-shirt. She was able to situate her panty-covered pussy lips on top of his sizable shaft, and began sliding back and forth along it. Dale had never felt anything like it. He was pretty sure that they weren't having sex, but the fabric of her panties sliding along the top of his cock shaft was incredibly stimulating, especially after his previous orgasm. "Oh my God, " he moaned. Nancy knew they couldn't have sex. She was a married woman! She was also a horny woman, very much in need of her own orgasm. She felt Dale's hands tentatively feeling up her braless tits through her t-shirt. "Careful," she advised him, "they're really sensitive right now." "Can I, ?" She felt his hands move down and tug at the bottom of her shirt. She nodded, and he pulled it up, above her tits, before his hands returned to them. Her shirt kept falling back down, so she just pulled it off entirely. She was now wearing only her panties, that small bit of fabric the only thing protecting her incredibly slick pussy as it slid along Dale's cock shaft while he gingerly groped her sizable mammaries. When his mouth moved forward to take one of her nipples into his mouth, she gasped and reached down. She rose up a little, pulled the front of her panties down, and then angled his cock to slide between the fabric and her body. As she started sliding forward and back again, the top of the shaft of his hot, firm cock nestled itself directly between her puffy pussy lips. He's not inside me, she reasoned, so this isn't cheating. God, this feels so good, Dale moved to lick and suck at her other nipple, and she moved faster upon him. The flare of his cock head was bumping her prominent clitoris as she pushed forward, and she was close. "Yes, yes, " she moaned. "Uh!" Dale grunted into her tit, and she felt his cock throb between her engorged labia, followed by the feeling of his hot cum bursting into the fabric of her panties. She had worn more protective underwear that night, instead of her usual mesh panties, expecting that it would be necessary if her period arrived. This caused the entirety of his ejaculation to be constrained within her undergarment as she continued to slide along his cock. She felt a spurt shoot back and up along her perineum and ass, and then as she pushed forward, a stray shot hit the bottom of her panties and bounced up, straight between her wide-open vaginal lips. She pulled back, and the next shot blasted her overstimulated clit with warm seed. "Muh!" she cried out in orgasm, and she mashed her pussy down onto his cock, trapping the head awkwardly between her pussy lips as it fired its last couple volleys of teen seed directly inside her. "Oh, " Her vagina pulsed with pleasure as it sucked that small amount of the young man's cum deeper inside her. She grabbed his face and gave him a smoldering kiss as she shuddered from the last of her pent-up release. Giggling, she pulled off of him and felt her panties snap back into place, securing his warm load as it pressed up against her sex. "Oh shit! Did I hurt you?" Nancy looked down. The head of Dale's cock had a smear of red mixed with the white liquid dripping off of it. She sighed, relieved but also disgusted. "Ugh, my period arrived." Dale's first day of "work". Nancy grabbed a fresh pair of panties and a feminine pad. It seemed such a shame to throw away the creamy load of sperm Dale had filled her underwear with, but she needed absorbency now. She had known that her period had been imminent, but would have preferred that it waited just a little longer. Sighing, she rinsed out her dirty underwear and tossed it into the laundry. When she got back downstairs, she sat back down next to Dale on the couch. He looked at her, uncertain. She sighed again. "Dale, I'm sorry, Michael and I have been having problems lately, and it was unfair to bring you into the middle of this. You're like a son to me, and here I am, molesting you!" "You, you haven't!" he responded. "Nancy, I wanted this too!" "You're still a teen boy. You'd have said yes to pretty much any woman throwing herself at you," she countered. "But, " "No buts! You're just starting out in life, and I'm interfering with that. You'll find someone your own age, I'm sure. Can we just be friends, Dale?" She held out her hand. Dale looked hurt, but sighed and shook it. "Yeah, I'm sorry I wasn't stronger." "Stronger?" He grinned at her. "To resist your feminine wiles." "Oh, you." They continued to play the video game, though she made sure that they sat at opposite ends of the couch.   Nancy didn't stop being friendly with Dale, but restrained herself from inappropriately touching him, or wearing overly tight or revealing clothing. Not that she had any interest in showing off her body during her period, which had cooled her ardor like a glass of cold water in the face. She shook her head at the irony of one of the most defining traits of femininity being the thing that made her feel the least feminine. When Saturday rolled around, Dale headed across the street to Trish's house in shorts and a polo shirt, ready to work. It was Fall now, but they were getting lucky with a final series of summery weekends. "Ugh," Trish's strawberry-blonde daughter Helena said as she opened the door for him. "She's in the backyard again." Dale noted that today the slim teen was wearing sweatpants and a half-top that showed off her flat tummy. Instead of leading the way this time, though, she just closed the front door and watched him as he made his way through the house. He found Trish by the pool, once again in a swimsuit, though this one was a more revealing white bikini. It had been a couple of days since Dale had cum due to Nancy spurning him, and the sight of the older blonde, her body firm and toned, as if she'd never given birth (other than the teardrop-shaped boobs pushing out her bikini top), made his cock lurch in appreciation. "Ah, Dale, right on time," she said as she rose on those long, shapely legs. "Come with me." She hooked her arm in his and pulled him into the hedge way. However, this time she turned left instead of right. "Uh, Trish, " "Ah ah ah," she admonished him. "I'm in charge here, Dale, so you listen to me, okay?" Without waiting for his response, she continued as they strolled into the hedge maze. "So I'm going to need you to go through the maze, here, and look for any branches that are being naughty, sticking out where they shouldn't." She turned left and pointed one such branch out. "Cut them off and put them in the wheelbarrow, which you'll find behind the shed." Now she pulled him down a right turn. Soon, she stopped. "Oh, poo, we should have gone to the shed first. Now we're lost." "Err, well, actually, " She turned to him. "We could be stuck in here for days, Dale! We'll eventually starve." "Um, " Dale couldn't keep his eyes from drifting down to the older woman's healthy cleavage. She looked down at the erection poking out his shorts. "I'm getting hungry already. Do you have some, protein for me, Dale?" "Um, " Trish knelt down and quickly unfastened his shorts. Soon they and his underwear were on the ground, and his thick 8 incher was pointing right at her. She crossed her eyes to take it in, the tip having flopped out close to her face. "Holy shit! I thought you said you weren't used to handling large tools!" "Oh, I thought you meant, oh, uh!" She moved her mouth forward and took his cock to the root. Nancy had had trouble taking more than half of it, so he was very impressed. "Oh, wow, Trish, " "Mmm, " she moaned around his member, making him thrill. He had started to have misgivings about this, but with Nancy breaking things off, and this sexy Milf wanting his cock, well, why not? he figured. He closed his eyes, lifted his head up to the warm sun, and enjoyed the expert oral ministrations of his new employer. Trish moved one hand down into her bikini undies to play with her clit. She probably wouldn't be able to fuck Dale right then, she figured, but baby steps; she didn't want to overwhelm him right away with her tremendous libido. She pulled back, keeping just the head of his cock in her mouth, and then took all of it right into her throat again. Dale gasped, and she did it again and again. Dale, not knowing what to do with his hands, put them on her head. As he got closer to cumming, he started to push and pull her head a bit. "Trish, oh, I'm gonna, " She grabbed his ass and deep throated him one last time, gulping in order to stimulate the tip. That pushed him over the edge. "Oh! Oh!" Trish felt his first volley of cum go straight down her throat and she started to cum as well, her fingers now dipping into her hot box. As her orgasm calmed down, she backed off to let the rest of his cum fill up her mouth. She gulped some down and then let him go. Dale staggered back, breathing heavily. She got to her feet. "Mmm! Scrumptious! Nothing like young cum. Now, head on back to the shed and grab those tools, hmm?" He nodded, pulled up his shorts, and headed back the way they came, a little unsteady on his feet. Trish stood there for a moment, listening to the soft gasps coming from around the next corner. She strode over and found her daughter Helena, her eyes closed, leaning against the shrubbery. One hand was down her sweatpants and the other was playing with one of her B-cup tits, the half-top pushed up to give her better access. Trish stepped up to the masturbating 18-year-old, and as the girl's eyes opened, her mother pressed her lips to hers. "Umm!" Helena gasped, and then her mother's tongue pushed warm liquid into her mouth. Upon tasting Dale's sperm, Helena's orgasm exploded around her fingers. "Huh! Umm!" She broke the kiss and sagged against the wall of the hedge maze. Her mother wiped the last few drops of sperm from her own face. "Too bad you aren't wearing that cute little skirt today, Helena, or I'd have shoved that cum right up your tight little cunt instead." "Oh gawd, " Upon hearing that, Helena moaned and dropped to her knees, shaking as another orgasm washed over her. Her mother stood over her, grinning. "Like mother, like daughter." To be continued in part 3, by Krosis, for Literotica.

Chuck and Roxy are back and open the show with lot's of special thank you's and announcements! They also give their quick picks for this seasons Survivor Finale episode tomorrow! Next it's time to "Meet the Littles" as our hosts welcome Brian Watson to the podcast. (21:00) As one of Chucks "people" from the 518 we hear all about how a career change took him into the postal service world. TWITTER: @watsonDCI PLUG: "Tip your mail couriers" Then our hosts close out the show with a recap of PEN PALS opening night here in NYC and your emails / notes. (56:30) Little Elves 2024 Holiday Blitz! TODAY...Tuesday December 17, 2024 VENMO: @Rocco28 (Use 8148 if Venmo asks for an additional 4 digit code) PAYPAL: @roccoswarriorsNp CASH APP: $roccoswarriors SONG: "Christmas Eve (Love Under the Tree)" by Sarah Glassman WEBSITE: sarahglassmanmusic.com IG: sarahglassmanmusic and @joshandsarahsing Twitter: @sarahglassman JINGLE: Do You Know Who I Am? A parody of the song "Do you Hear What I Hear?" Recorded by Kj Ohnstad in MinnesotaRecorded: 12/10/2019  Released: 12/10/2019  First aired: unaired Podcast Website - www.loyallittlespod.com   Podcast Email - WTFCPODNET@GMAIL.COM Twitter:@loyallittlespod Instagram: @theloyallittlespodcast PODCAST LOGO DESIGN by Eric Londergan www.redbubble.com Search: ericlondergan or copy and paste this link! https://www.redbubble.com/people/ericlondergan/shop --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/loyallittles/support

The guys invent a sexy new martial arts sport that is also porn. Jay has all kinds of thoughts on the new Yacht Rock documentary on Max. This leads him to pull up video of men having sex on a boat and declaring that he has floppy bear body. Jay recalls separate times he was slighted by both Questlove and Machine Gun Kelly. Bob watches a Thundercat video and believes that the actor in it is armless. Despite much evidence of arms, he stands firm. *To hear the full show to go www.siriusxm.com/bonfire to learn more FOLLOW THE CREW ON SOCIAL MEDIA: @thebonfiresxm @louisjohnson @christinemevans @bigjayoakerson @robertkellylive @louwitzkee @jjbwolfSubscribe to SiriusXM Podcasts+ on Apple Podcasts to listen to new episodes ad-free and a whole week early.

We chose BWANA Archery shop for Cardi's new Bow ! The staff was amazing! We go through all the bows, releases, and arrows for this purchase. Special thanks to Chucks and Andy for their patience with us and letting us record this journey. Cardi is pleased as punch!

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Ep 189: Were joined in the PodPort by the greatest beard in Florida. Greybeard make the long drive up to PA for a public land whitetail hunt with Chuck. Great stories, epic encounters, and good times! Enjoy!  IF YOU WANT TO SUPPORT THE SHOW, CHECK OUT OUR PATREON! The Whitetail Distraction Podcast is creating Podcasts and Videos | Patreon   Looking for quality hunting clothing, but can't afford the "big name brands"? There is no substitute for comfort and performance from your clothing when grinding out your hunting seasons. Our newest partner, Skre Gear, www.skregear.com will change your entire thought process on substituting comfort for cost. They offer merino wool layering system, topped with extreme quality outer layers that stand up to the harshest conditions. Use code WDP20 to receive 20% off your first purchase with Skre! Also, take advantage of the giant sales going on right now!!!  If you want THE most badass broadheads on the market, head over to https://www.viparchery.com or give Matt and Cindy Futtere a call and tell them the Whitetail Distraction Podcast boys sent you. They are truly some of the best people in the business! The new Combat Veteran will cause major damage to the intended target as combat veterans are trained to do! They also have a brand new line of products ranging from inserts to broadheads. Our newest partner has agreed to offer 10% off! Go check out Back Forty Seed Co. and use code DISTRACTION10. https://backfortyseedco.com   Like this episode? Head over to iTunes and give us a 5 star rating and leave a review. Not hearing what you like, or just simply have suggestions? Send us an email at TheWhitetailDistractionPodcast@gmail.com   Also, check us out on Facebook, Instagram, and YouTube @TheWhitetailDistractionPodcast, Twitter @TheWDPodcast and TikTok @TheWhitetailDistraction. The Distraction is Real!

Terry and Jeetz talk about the 3 weirdest stories of the day! It's called the 533! Today includes: Elderly man fends off machete attack with nun chucks, Selfie gone wrong young man trampled by elephant, Hundreds gather at hoax Dublin Halloween parade!

The beef complex is moving higher, almost every cut is moving higher next week, lead by middle meats, strong moves higher in ribeyes and tenderloins, strips moving higher as well.  This is the time of year to buy early, waiting will cost you money.  Beef production last week was 608K head up from the 586K the week prior.  Chucks and rounds moving higher, grinds too.  I think this will be a typical holiday season when comes to pricing, we will see increases right into mid December.  Savalfoods.com | Find us on Social Media: Instagram, Facebook, YouTube, Twitter, LinkedIn

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Ep 184: Were talking whitetails baby! Chuck is dadding it up, and putting in the work to find some good ones before season. Season prep, what would you do scenarios, and what were looking forward to. Enjoy!  IF YOU WANT TO SUPPORT THE SHOW, CHECK OUT OUR PATREON! The Whitetail Distraction Podcast is creating Podcasts and Videos | Patreon   Looking for quality hunting clothing, but can't afford the "big name brands"? There is no substitute for comfort and performance from your clothing when grinding out your hunting seasons. Our newest partner, Skre Gear, www.skregear.com will change your entire thought process on substituting comfort for cost. They offer merino wool layering system, topped with extreme quality outer layers that stand up to the harshest conditions. Use code WDP20 to receive 20% off your first purchase with Skre! Also, take advantage of the giant sales going on right now!!!  If you want THE most badass broadheads on the market, head over to https://www.viparchery.com or give Matt and Cindy Futtere a call and tell them the Whitetail Distraction Podcast boys sent you. They are truly some of the best people in the business! The new Combat Veteran will cause major damage to the intended target as combat veterans are trained to do! They also have a brand new line of products ranging from inserts to broadheads. Our newest partner has agreed to offer 10% off! Go check out Back Forty Seed Co. and use code DISTRACTION10. https://backfortyseedco.com   Like this episode? Head over to iTunes and give us a 5 star rating and leave a review. Not hearing what you like, or just simply have suggestions? Send us an email at TheWhitetailDistractionPodcast@gmail.com   Also, check us out on Facebook, Instagram, and YouTube @TheWhitetailDistractionPodcast, Twitter @TheWDPodcast and TikTok @TheWhitetailDistraction. The Distraction is Real!

During the 4pm hour of today's show Chuck & Chernoff talk Taylor Swift, Travis Kelce and the NFL game in Brazil before letting listeners try to Win Chuck's Dinner. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

This episode is family-only as Rachel, Jasmine and Amanda tell us all about their amazing week at the DNC. In fact, they agreed that "amazing" doesn't even begin to capture how exciting and uplifting last week was.The joy was palpable, and we heartily reject a recent New York Times headline that "joy isn't a strategy." Joy IS a strategy. Hope and joy got us Obama. Fear might be a motivator as old as time, but extremists can only lie so many times before people realize they're being manipulated. But our joy is more than an emotion - we have actual policy strategies to go with it. It's no wonder that the US is typically polled as one of the least happy nations. It's hard to be happy when you're constantly stressed about medical bills, housing, grocery prices, and access to reproductive care. VP Harris, Coach Walz, and all of the other incredible speakers at the DNC drew the direct connection between their joy and their policies.But we can't just sit back and hope that joy magically delivers us an election. We need to work. Democracy is a team sport and we can't stay on the bench - we have to lace up our shoes and get in the game. There's less than 70 days now until the election, so let's make every one count.One thing you can do right now is join Rally! Rally is a simple way for you to talk to your friends and family about the importance of this election.Next week we'll be taking a short break for Labor Day and instead, we'll have another amazing limited series to share with you. It's called Sacred Politics and it's produced by the same women who brought us The Cost of Extremism last year. Sacred Politics will discuss the dangers of Christian Nationalism, so be sure to tune in to this 3-episode series.For a transcript of this episode, please email theswppod@redwine.blue. You can learn more about us at www.redwine.blue or follow us on social media! Twitter: @TheSWPpod and @RedWineBlueUSA Instagram: @RedWineBlueUSA Facebook: @RedWineBlueUSA YouTube: @RedWineBlueUSA

I return from a mini break to discuss the Democratic National Convention and the future of the Democratic party 01:00. Deion Sanders puting himself before his program 12:04. I Deep Dive the AFC and the Kansas City Chiefs biggest threat. 28:50. This is Season 16 of the RIL DIL PODCAST you can download this episode where all podcasts are available. Youtube.com/c/RILDILPODCAST

Listeners got a chance to Win Chuck's Dinner compliments of Arnette's Chop Shop. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

In this episode of Cannabis Unlocked, Chuck Smith (Founder and CEO of Bellrock Brands) sits down with Jordan Youkilis (Founding Partner at KEY Investment Partners) to discuss the early days of cannabis, the struggles of smaller public cannabis companies and Chucks recent endeavors from Bellrock Brands to Colorado Leads. The conversations starts with Chuck's path into the cannabis industry, from realtor in Alabama to early investor and executive at Dixie Elixirs and now CEO of Bellrock Brands. From here Chuck and Jordan touch on the trials and tribulations of working a smaller public cannabis company amidst public and private money drying up. The episode wraps up with Chuck's thoughts on cannabis product categories and his current work with Colorado Leads, a coalition of business leaders who advocate for progressive cannabis reform in Colorado. Please enjoy!

Welcome to Chuck's Cantina Podcast where anything & everything is up from discussion. This week Jed Shaffer from the First Gen Gamers podcast joins the Cantina to discuss the issues with top ten video game content, meeting wrestlers, writing columns, and can DeadPool save the MCU? Chucks drink: Waterloo Watermelon flavor. Jed's drink: High Quality H2O. You can follow the show on Facebook, Twitter, Lapse, & Instagram, at @Chuckscantina for more information. To contact the show please reach out to chuckscantina@gmail.com Cheers.

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We welcome WSSBC Monarch Member and Spike Camp founder Chuck Peeling to the podcast. Chuck recently traveled to South Africa for a great hunt with Bosveld Jacobs Safaris. Kyle and Chuck talk about the South Africa hunting experience, Chucks fall hunting line up and the goings on over at Spike Camp.Talk is Sheep is brought to you by our Title Sponsor, MTNTOUGH Fitness Labs.We partnered with MTNTOUGH Fitness Lab to help get you in shape and mentally stronger. Whether you are a veteran hunter or just starting, the MTNTOUGH app will take you to the next level. We've personally trained using the MTNTOUGH programs and we believe in it so much that we want to give you 6 weeks for free using code: SHEEPBC. Visit: http://lab.mtntough.com/checkout/subscribe/purchase?code=sheepbc&plan=monthlyTalk is Sheep is the Official Podcast of the Wild Sheep Society of BC. The official sponsor of the Wild Sheep Society of BC is SITKA Gear and our Conservation Partners - Frontiersmen Gear, Gunwerks, OnX Maps, Precision Optics, Schnee's, Stone Glacier, Wild TV, YETI and Zeiss.

Continuing the Garage Series we find ourselves at Chucks's Palace this week with a cast that was mostly absent from the Domicile. The Hidden Herf stumps the panel and has mixed favorability due to its spice and strength. Somehow, the discussion turns to golf a few times, the podcast juice is a factor. Local Spotlight … Continue reading "Episode 347: The Garage Series – Local Spotlight: Chuck's Palace"

Happy Independence Day!Beef production continues to be restrained keeping supplies tight and buyers chasing product. Some middle meats are coming down, which might continue. Chucks, rounds, and ground beef are all moving higher.Chicken pricing and demand are strong, especially in wings. Keep as many wings on hand as you can.Bellies continue to be a good buy in pork. Loins and ribs are settling in at good numbers as well.Savalfoods.com | Find us on Social Media: Instagram, Facebook, YouTube, Twitter, LinkedIn

This episode is brought to you by Props.Cash - use promo code "Dellera25" for 25% off your first month!Matty Chucks joins Joe to break down Game 4 of the NBA Finals between the Mavericks and the Celtics.Does Dallas have any adjustments left?Is MVP Jaylen Brown's to lose?Chapters00:00 Introduction02:42 Boston's Depth vs. Dallas' Lack of Experience05:15 The Impact of Jaylen Brown and Jason Tatum22:43 Betting Strategies for Game Four32:20 Can the Mavericks Make a Comeback?36:18 Pods and Recs + Bets Recap

During the 3pm hour of today's show Chuck & Dylan Short (in for Chernoff) & Westy talked Atlanta Braves, Max Fried, Falcons offense and more while also giving listeners a chance to Win Chuck's Dinner. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

During the 3pm hour of today's show Chuck & Dylan Short (in for Chernoff) & Westy talked Atlanta Braves, Max Fried, Falcons offense and more while also giving listeners a chance to Win Chuck's Dinner. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Join Joe and Just another Friday Nights Cm Chuck as we discuss the journey from Charles M to the great Cm Chuck. Everyone loves an origin story and you will love Chucks.

Chuck and Roxy are back and open the show with a quick update on Chucks birthday celebration and The Legend of Sleepy Hollow! Next it's time to "Meet the Littles" as our hosts welcome Jason Hinchliffe to the podcast! (20:30) FACEBOOK: Search Jason Hinchliffe Then our host's close out the show with a quick story and your emails / notes. (47:30) SONG: "Cowgirl" and "Searchin For That Something" - by Colleen Messina WEBSITE: www.colleenmessina.com BANDCAMP: Search Colleen Messina JINGLE: Hear The Show AgainA parody of a song by Willie Nelson.Recorded by Jerry in Annandale, VARecorded: 07/21/2014  Released: 07/21/2014  First aired: unaired Podcast Website - www.loyallittlespod.com  Podcast Email - WTFCPODNET@GMAIL.COM Twitter:@loyallittlespod Instagram: @theloyallittlespodcast PODCAST LOGO DESIGN by Eric Londergan www.redbubble.com Search: ericlondergan --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/loyallittles/support

Yes babes, we're going back to the era of CHUCKS, twilight, midnight premieres, and business casual outfits to go party. Anna takes us through her FAVORITE fallen angel books and their moody, beautiful hold on her and we'd LOVE to hear what books had YOU GUYS in a chokehold! --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/novelboundpodcast/support

If you wouldn't let your 10 year old sit court side of an actual pickup basketball game, then you may want to have them sit this one out as well. Grown men can sometimes act like children on the b-ball court, but the talk is of the adult variety. So lace up your Chucks and dust off that skyhook... your Chinese basketball jargon is about to improve. Episode link: https://www.chinesepod.com/0896

During the 4pm hour of today's show Chuck & Chernoff talked about the Braves being off today and Kirk Cousin making Falcon noises before talking about how stout the Braves top 3 starting pitchers are. Later in the hour listeners try to Win Chuck's Dinner before Chuck talked about how powerful the SEC & Big 10 are. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

During the 4pm hour of today's show Chuck & Chernoff talked about the Braves being off today and Kirk Cousin making Falcon noises before talking about how stout the Braves top 3 starting pitchers are. Later in the hour listeners try to Win Chuck's Dinner before Chuck talked about how powerful the SEC & Big 10 are. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

During the 3pm hour of today's show Chuck & Chernoff talk about Kirk Cousins introductory press conference with the Atlanta Falcons, the Braves signing Adam Duvall and how the Vikings could help the Falcons in this year's NFL Draft. Later in the hour listeners try to Win Chuck's Dinner before having a conversation about Trevor Bauer's future. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

On Hour 4 of the Big Show, Garret Vander Ploeg and Shan Virjee are joined by MMA legend and the former UFC light heavy weight champion Chuck Liddell. The guys get Chucks thoughts on the PAWFC event going down in Calgary and some his best memories during his iconic career. Chuck also gives his thoughts on some of the UFC fighters he likes on the current roster.  The views and opinions expressed in this podcast are those of the hosts and guests and do not necessarily reflect the position of Rogers Media Inc. or any affiliate.

BIO: Chuck Hazzard is an entrepreneur and wearable expert. Chuck is currently working with Heads Up Health, the leading connected health platform being used for remote patient monitoring, precision medicine, and individuals seeking to achieve peak performance. Chuck is also an advisor to CardioMood, a Swiss-made, and clinically validated wearable device.In the past, Chuck has designed and built computer networks, developed software applications for large corporations, helped build a successful telecommunications business from the ground up, helped a large telecommunications company develop and bring to market products and services yielding an additional $500M in annual revenue, and most recently worked with Oura Ring during their early growth years.Chuck earned his BA in Computer Science and Mathematics from the University of Maine, where he also earned his JD at their School of Law. Chuck is also a graduate of the FDN program and is a licensed Heartmath Provider.SHOWNOTES:

Welcome to Chuck's Cantina Podcast where anything & everything is up from discussion. This week Drew returns to the Cantina to discuss the recent streaming deal between Fox, Disney, and WBD to create a sports streaming app, their Super Bowl predictions, why Marvel needs to focus more on the big stories, and some of their diner/T Bell stories. Chucks drink: Trader Joe's sparkling water lime & Broken Skull Lager by El Segundo Brewing Company. Drew's drink: High Quality H2O. You can follow the show on Facebook, Twitter, & Instagram, at @Chuckscantina for more information. To contact the show please reach out to chuckscantina@gmail.com Cheers.

On Today's Episode - Chuck is back again looking amazing in his Bomber jacket. He starts us off talking a little about his message from the last show he was on. The Guys dig in and revisit some history that we talked about in Chuck's last episode. Next, Chucks talks the 2020 Stolen Election. Who was the one man responsible for the whole thing. We digdown the hole of the various participants and the how's that whole situation went down. Chuck brings up AI, and Mark jumps in and talks how we use it, and how it could otherwise be used (for good and evil). Tune in for all the other topics –

Chuck and Roxy are back with their New Year episode. They open by talking about their Christmas celebrations and also Chucks travel day to Milwaukee. Next it's time to "Meet the Littles" as our hosts welcome Jim Bankert to the show! ( 20:00) Then our hosts close out the show with announcing our Loyal Littles Podcast Fantasy Football League winner! They also then open the mailbag and Roxy FINALLY tries eggnog! (50:00) SONG: "Glidin' By" by Mark Thacker Website:marksthacker.wix.com/mstartunes Email: marksthacker@yahoo.com Facebook: Mark Thacker Music YouTube Channel: Search “Mark Thacker Music”  JINGLE: Everyday (2019) A parody of a song by Buddy Holly. Recorded by John Fitzpatrick in Arlington, VA Recorded: 01/03/2019  Released: 01/03/2019  First aired: 01/15/2019 Podcast Website - www.loyallittlespod.com  Podcast Email - WTFCPODNET@GMAIL.COM Twitter:@loyallittlespod Instagram: @theloyallittlespodcast PODCAST LOGO DESIGN by Eric Londergan www.redbubble.com Search: ericlondergan --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/loyallittles/support

Hour 3:  Former KU Jaywhawk and Producer of Prime Micah Brown  joins FITM, We go back down memory lane on cheap shoes, Manningcast has their own version of Struggleworth  

Chuck and Roxy are back and open the show with some notes and updates from our last episode. Next it's time to "Meet the Littles" as our hosts welcome Todd Sanzone to the podcast! (13:00) He tries to talk up Fredrick, MD to Roxy and we hear more about Chucks time there on tour. JINGLE: "Christmas in Rockville" - A parody of a song by Run DMC. (23:00) A Collaboration by Luke Overbuy (Episode 44), Jason Fuse (Episode 20), and Robert Berg (Episode 11) Recorded: 12/10/2015  Released: 12/11/2015  First aired: 12/21/2016 Next our hosts close out the show with The Friday 5 by Jason Ufema (Episode 201), your emails and notes. (41:00) SONG: "I Think My Dad Is Santa Clause" by Tim Wildsmith (Episode 133) www.timwildsmith.com TWITTER & INSTAGRAM: @timwildsmith YOUTUBE: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=74A1iIRpb2w Podcast Website - www.loyallittlespod.com  Podcast Email - WTFCPODNET@GMAIL.COM Twitter:@loyallittlespod Instagram: @theloyallittlespodcast PODCAST LOGO DESIGN by Eric Londergan www.redbubble.com Search: ericlondergan --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/loyallittles/support

Chucks describes his recent family vacation. Raina Lipsitz discuses her Verso Books title, "The Rise of a New Left: How Young Radicals Are Shaping the Future of American Politics." Rotten History of the 1953 coup d'état in Iran.