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Have you ever felt like an outsider, even when you're part of the team? Discover how inclusion can transform workplaces and foster real connections with the inspiring Delphia Howze.Memorable Quotes from Delphia Howze:"It's not the words, it's the work that we do. If we are truly committed to serving people, connecting people, and making sure that all individuals can be the best they can possibly be, then that's the work.""Inclusion begins with 'I'. I have to take personal responsibility to see you, in order to effectively navigate the landscape."Key Points:Delphia Howze shares her journey from aspiring attorney to DEI strategist, highlighting the pivotal moments that shaped her focus on inclusion and organizational culture.Common misconceptions about inclusion are addressed, emphasizing its universal relevance and the role of leaders in setting an inclusive tone.The importance of sensitivity training and strategic interventions in building stronger, more inclusive networks is explored, drawing inspiration from historical movements and media, such as "Hidden Figures."Delphia introduces her book, "Including You: Leading Inclusion from Where You Are," encouraging personal responsibility in fostering inclusive environments without waiting for top-down directives.Chapter Breakdown:(0:00:00) - Exploring Inclusion in Organizational Culture(0:08:59) - Redefining Inclusion in Organizational Culture(0:19:24) - Promoting Inclusive Workplaces Through Connection(0:30:15) - Empowering Inclusive Leadership Through SharingResources Mentioned:Book: "Including You: Leading Inclusion from Where You Are" by Delphia HowzeDelphia Howze's website: dhousesolutions.comSubscribe now and let's ignite your personal growth journey together, one empowering conversation at a time! Learn more about Dr. mOe's services and books on her website www.drmOeAnderson.comFollow her on socials!  @drmOeandersonElevate your public speaking skills with her 1x1 coaching or online Public Speaking Masterclass. Want to feature your business on this podcast or book Dr. mOe for a speaking engagement? Contact her today! info@drmoeanderson.comPlease support this indie, woman-owned, small business providing free educational and inspirational content. Use one of these secure, fee-free ways to support the production and distribution of this award-winning show: 1. Buy Me a Coffee: Click Here2. CashApp: $drmoeanderson3. Venmo: @drmoeandersonBecome a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/perpetual-moetion-with-dr-moe-anderson--5831364/support.

On this episode of the Customers First Podcast, I had the privilege of engaging with Delphia Howes, an esteemed leader in human resources, diversity, and inclusion. With over two decades of experience, Delphia has built a remarkable career and is also the author of "Including You: Leading Inclusion from Where You Are." We delved into the transformative power of diversity and inclusion (D&I) in organizational settings and how understanding these concepts is crucial for building successful teams and fostering an optimal workplace culture. Throughout our conversation, she emphasized that true inclusion begins with individuals taking personal responsibility, actively embracing underrepresented voices, and recognizing the wealth of experiences that diversity brings. As we navigated the core values of inclusion, Delphia eloquently articulated how each person's sense of belonging correlates to organizational success. She explained the difference between diversity and inclusion, emphasizing that having diversity without inclusion renders the former ineffective. Inclusion ensures that individuals feel valued and that their unique contributions are recognized and welcomed. Her insights highlighted the detrimental effects of exclusion on workplace morale, productivity, and retention. We discussed how innovation stems from a mosaic of experiences and how a homogeneous workforce limits an organization's potential for problem-solving and growth. Furthermore, we addressed the often misunderstood nuances of unconscious bias, with Delphia encouraging listeners to confront their biases openly. Leaders are responsible for fostering vulnerability and open dialogue, cultivating trust and deepening team members' relationships. Delphia's success and advocacy serve as a beacon for those eager to create authentic, customer-centric cultures that lead to magical experiences. The insights shared in this episode are invaluable for anyone looking to understand the true essence of D&I and how to implement these strategies effectively in their organizations.   Delphia's Contact Information: LinkedIn: Delphia Howze Website: DHowze Solutions Book Link: Including You   Tacey's Contact Information: Website: taceyatkinson.com LinkedIn: TaceyAtkinson   Thank you for tuning in, and I look forward to having more valuable conversations together in the future. Remember: Customer-Centric Cultures Create Magical Customer Experiences. Now Go, Create the Magic!

Good morning from Pharma and Biotech daily: the podcast that gives you only what's important to hear in Pharma and Biotech world. Novo Nordisk has launched a direct-to-consumer program for their drug Wegovy, offering it at a reduced price of $499 per month for uninsured or underinsured patients, less than half of the drug's list price. Meanwhile, rare disease biotechs are facing challenges as Congress has failed to renew the rare pediatric disease priority review program, creating uncertainty and concerns within the biopharma industry. Congress failed to renew the rare pediatric disease priority review program at the end of 2024, leaving rare disease biotechs in a difficult position. Companies spent $513 million on priority review vouchers in 2024. Delphia, a biotech company, launched a new precision medicine approach called Activation Lethality in May 2024. The top 10 best-selling drugs of 2024 included Merck's Keytruda and Abbvie's Humira. Pfizer is prepared to reshore manufacturing if tariff threats are realized. Other news includes BridgeBio Oncology's plan to go public, Abbvie's deal with Gubra, and GSK CEO Emma Walmsley's pay increase. Industry leaders will be discussing the future of orphan drug development and rare disease care at the upcoming World Orphan Drug Congress in 2025. Annalee Armstrong, senior editor for Biospace, invites readers to suggest topics for future coverage and provide feedback to improve their Biospace experience.

On the sidelines of this year's J.P. Morgan Healthcare Conference in San Francisco, BioSpace Senior Editor Annalee Armstrong sat down with Kevin Marks, CEO of Delphia Therapeutics, a member of BioSpace's ⁠NextGen Class of 2025⁠. Their discussion here focused on the company's novel science of activation lethality, which involves forcing cancer cells to overactivate and thereby overload cell stress pathways, as well as Delphia's relatively smooth path to a $67 million series A raise thanks to contributions from Google Ventures (GV), where Marks was previously employed.This is the second episode in a special series of The Weekly focused on how NextGen companies are navigating the current business environment.Host⁠Annalee Armstrong⁠, Senior Editor, BioSpaceGuest⁠Kevin Marks⁠, President and CEO, Delphia TherapeuticsFor a complete list of NextGen 2025 companies, ⁠click here⁠.

Delphia L. Howze serves as the CEO and Founder of D. Howze Solutions, LLC, a consultancy specializing in Diversity and Inclusion (D&I), and as the Chief Inclusion Officer for a large scale national laboratory. With over two decades of experience, she is recognized as a forward-thinking leader in Human Resources and D&I, adept at helping organizations harness human capital and diversity to cultivate inclusive environments. Known as the Inclusion Strategist, Delphia's expertise lies in developing and implementing HR and D&I strategies, facilitating talent development through training, mentorship, and leadership coaching, managing Affirmative Action Plans, and delivering impactful keynote presentations. As a thought leader in the field, Delphia is often sought after for her insights and expertise on diversity and inclusion matters. She has served on panels, contributed to publications, and spoken at conferences and events, inspiring others to embrace inclusion as a strategic imperative. In her capacity as an HR and D&I leader, Delphia collaborates with senior executives, key stakeholders, and HR professionals to craft, refine, and implement HR and D&I strategic initiatives aligned with the organization's objectives. Throughout her professional journey, Delphia has honed her expertise as an executive leader, HR practitioner, and D&I advocate through a progression of roles across diverse industries including retail, banking, energy, transportation, logistics, consulting, and higher education. She contributed as a member of the Diversity & Inclusion Expertise Panel for the Society for Human Resources Management (SHRM) and held the position of President for SHRM of Tompkins County, NY. Delphia consistently demonstrates her dedication to advancing HR and D&I initiatives by actively participating as a board member and trustee for various organizations. Additionally, she engages with college students as an Adjunct Instructor, imparting knowledge in HR, D&I, and business principles. Delphia earned her BA from the University of Pittsburgh, followed by an MBA from Point Park University and a Project Management certification from Villanova University. Currently, she is working towards a doctoral degree and maintains a SHRM-CP certification. Additionally, she has emerged as a new author with her new book, "Including You! Leading Inclusion From Where You Are." With her unwavering commitment to valuing diversity and activating inclusion, Delphia is dedicated to driving meaningful change and creating inclusive environments where everyone has the opportunity to thrive.

Leading Inclusion By Way of Personal AccountabilityFriends, today I'm very excited to bring you a conversation that goes way beyond the same old talk about DEI – this isn't just another conversation about diversity for diversity's sake. My guest today, Delphia Howze, is someone who brings a fresh, real perspective on what it truly means to create inclusive environments, and as you're about to hear, much of it starts with personal accountability.Delphia is the CEO and Founder of D. Howze Solutions and serves as the Chief Inclusion Officer at a national laboratory. She's been a driving force in the Diversity & Inclusion space for over two decades, with experience across industries – from banking to retail, to energy. Her approach is grounded in real-world results, helping organizations not just tick the diversity box, but truly harnessing the power of human capital to drive meaningful change.We're diving into her new book, Including You: Leading Inclusion from Where You Are, where Delphia takes a different route. She challenges each of us to look inward – to reflect on our own biases and understand how they affect the way we interact with others. It's about more than just policies or training sessions. It's about stepping up, having the hard conversations, and using something called ‘appreciative inquiry' to really bridge divides and foster genuine understanding.We'll talk about why giving people the space to be themselves is the real key, instead of forcing our own expectations on them. And the best part? It's not about pointing fingers – it's about how we can all do better, one step at a time, and how that personal growth creates positive ripples around us.If you're ready for an honest, no-fluff conversation on what it actually takes to create inclusive spaces in your life and work, then stick around. This one's going to shift your perspective. TakeawaysPersonal accountability is key in creating inclusive environments.Self-reflection helps us understand our biases and how they impact our interactions with others.Engaging in dialogue and appreciative inquiry can bridge divides and foster understanding.Giving people the space to be themselves and not imposing our expectations on them is crucial for inclusion.Striving to become better and understanding others leads to positive change in ourselves and our surroundings.What have you done today to make your life a better life? What have you done today to make the world a better place? The world is a better place if we are better people. That begins with each of us as individuals. Be kind to one another. Be grateful for everything you've got. Make each and every day the day that you want it to be! Please follow The Derate The Hate podcast on: Facebook, Instagram, Twitter(X) , YouTube Subscribe to us wherever you enjoy your audio or directly from our site. Please leave us a rating and feedback on Apple podcasts or other platforms. Not on social media? You can share your thoughts or request Wilk for a speaking engagement on our site's contact page: DerateTheHate.com/Contact If you would like to support the show, you're welcome to DONATE or shop Amazon by going through our Support Us page and I'll earn through qualifying purchases at no extra cost to you. I look forward to hearing from you!

In this episode of the People Dividend, host Mike Horne talks with Delphia Howze, a leading expert in diversity, equity, and inclusion (DEI). Delphia shares her extensive background in human resources and her role as the Chief Inclusion Officer at the U.S. Department of Energy's Oak Ridge National Laboratory. The conversation delves into the importance of fostering inclusive environments in organizations, the challenges currently facing DEI efforts, and the insights from her newly released book, 'Including You: Leading Inclusion From Where You Are.' Delphia emphasizes that inclusion is a collective responsibility and discusses her journey as an author, the marketing of her book, and her vision for a more inclusive future. Key Points: Inclusion is a collective responsibility, not just for leaders. Diversity without inclusion leads to high turnover. Engaging with diverse perspectives is crucial for authentic leadership. Resources:  LinkedIn:   Instagram:  Website: dhowzesolutions.com Amazon Book link:  Amazon Author Page: 

The Danny Earl Way aka The DEW shows up in a literal spaceship - you'll  have to see it to believe it. The DEW crushes this podcast like a rat on speed. We talk mullets and dinosaurs and dinosaurs with mullets (shoutout to the Lickalotapuss). The stegosaurus is the Hummer of dinosaurs. If wafers/wine represent Christ's body/blood during communion, then moonshine and glizzies represent ours. Capo Mule is the best mullet name in the business and we are making it our goal to vote him number one in the nation (link below)! This podcast is best enjoyed visually (if possible), because, did we mention Danny Earl is flying a spacecraft? #DEWHoller #MissionDEW34 #SausageFest CAMO ENERGY http://camo.energy Vote for Capo Mule! https://www.mulletchamp.com/mullets/lance-hill-the-wap-mop-or-the-arkansas-waterfall/

In this episode, Matt Cohen sits down with Arati Sharma and Satish Kanwar, the powerhouse duo behind Good Future, a family office with a mission to support and grow the Canadian tech ecosystem. They discuss their journey from starting the digital design agency Jet Cooper to playing pivotal roles at Shopify, and now investing in the next generation of entrepreneurs. The conversation delves into their insights on building community, the importance of innovation, and their commitment to making a lasting impact on the Canadian tech scene.About Arati SharmaArati Sharma is a prominent entrepreneur, angel investor, and technology leader based in Toronto, Canada. She is the Co-Founder and President of Good Future, a family office focused on building and investing in companies that positively impact the world. Arati is also the Founding Partner of Backbone Angels, a collective of female investors dedicated to supporting women and non-binary founders, particularly those from underrepresented communities. Alongside her investing activities, Arati co-founded Ghlee, a skincare brand rooted in South Asian tradition, which has gained significant traction since its launch in 2019.Prior to her entrepreneurial ventures, Arati spent nearly a decade at Shopify, where she played a pivotal role in shaping the company's marketing strategy. She was the Director of Product Marketing, responsible for establishing and scaling the product marketing function as Shopify expanded its global reach. Arati also led the creation of Shopify's annual Unite conference, transforming it into a major event for the company's partners and developers. Her earlier roles at Shopify included leading offline, experiential, and community marketing, where she spearheaded initiatives like Shopify's first merchant roadshow and high-profile events such as Kylie Jenner's first pop-up shop.Before joining Shopify, Arati worked at Jet Cooper, a Toronto-based digital design agency, where she held various roles, including Communications & Strategy and Operations Manager. Her work at Jet Cooper involved developing the company's communication strategies, managing operations, and contributing to the firm's internal culture. Arati's early career also included leadership positions in student organizations, such as the Canadian Alliance of Student Associations and the Ontario Undergraduate Student Alliance, where she honed her skills in advocacy and leadership.About Satish KanwarSatish Kanwar is a seasoned technology entrepreneur and business leader from Toronto, Canada. He is the Co-Founder of Good Future, a family office that invests in and operates businesses with a focus on positive-sum impact. In addition to his role at Good Future, Satish serves as the Board Chair of BetaKit, Canada's leading tech news publication, and holds board positions at Toronto Global and Delphia. His leadership and influence in the tech community have earned him recognition, including being named to Forbes' 30 Under 30 and Toronto Life's Most Influential lists.Satish spent a decade at Shopify, where he held various senior roles, most recently as Vice President of Corporate Development and Head of Product Acceleration. In this capacity, he oversaw over 30 strategic acquisitions, investments, and alliances, significantly contributing to Shopify's growth beyond online stores into multi-channel commerce. His earlier roles at Shopify included leading the company's product strategy for online stores, retail point of sale, and multi-channel platforms, establishing Shopify as a leader in global commerce technology.Before his tenure at Shopify, Satish co-founded Jet Cooper, a digital design studio based in Toronto that was acquired by Shopify in 2013. At Jet Cooper, Satish was instrumental in building the agency into a well-regarded design firm, which ultimately became Shopify's foundation in Toronto. Earlier in his career, Satish worked as a Marketing Manager at Microsoft Canada, where he developed his passion for technology and entrepreneurship. Satish is a graduate of the University of Toronto, where he earned his Bachelor of Business Administration.In this episode, we discuss:(00:34) Starting at Jet Cooper, the early days of Canadian tech(02:13) Meeting Satish and the mystique of Jet Cooper(03:03) The importance of community and design(04:51) How Jet Cooper cornered the market on design talent(07:03) The unexpected Shopify acquisition offer(09:42) Transitioning to Shopify and leading community initiatives(13:55) Building Shopify's multi-channel platform strategy(16:20) Leaving Shopify to pursue new creative ventures(18:47) The founding of Backbone Angels and supporting diverse founders(23:19) The mission of Good Future and supporting Canadian innovation(27:08) The vision behind Good Future and its unique approach(32:39) Balancing investments with building new ventures like Ghlee(33:13) Acquiring BetaKit to strengthen Canadian tech storytelling and why supporting media is crucial for the Canadian tech ecosystem(37:27) BetaKit's mission and avoiding paywalls to tell Canadian stories(42:01) Balancing personal and professional life while building together(44:41) How becoming a parents made them more empathetic leaders and taught them the importance of work-life balance(47:51) The biggest risk to Canadian tech is a lack of shared vision(50:07) The need for affordable living to foster Canadian innovation(53:01) Leaving a legacy as force multipliers for Canadian tech(53:38) The legacy they want to leaveFast Favorites:

Kingdom Hall TribunalIn 8 parts, based on the works of Bardot1990. Listen to the ► Podcast at ExplicitNovels.Eldon Kittridge gathered his family that Thursday night to attend a Ministry School meeting at his local Kingdom Hall. During that meeting, various members of the congregation prepared and delivered sermons based upon the Watchtower Bible and Tract Society’s interpretation of scripture. Male members stood at the podium unassisted to expound upon Watchtower doctrine. Younger males were groomed by reading directly from the Bible. More experienced males used intricate and often complicated logical stretches to drive their points home. Jehovah’s witnesses practice a rationalistic religion.Female members did not address the congregation standing at the podium. Rather, two or more females took the stage to demonstrate various persuasion techniques. One female would pretend to be a random homeowner in the field. The other female would demonstrate how to explain JW eschatology and or, how to handle various doctrinal objections.Men always ran the meetings. These men were called ‘elders’. Typically, they were the more experienced Christians in the group, it being their job to 'shepherd the flock’. These men strove to set a fine moral and spiritual example for the congregants. Too, they were tasked with keeping the congregation clean of sin.Eldon Kittridge was an elder. On this particular Thursday, Eldon was in charge of the Service Meeting. He gave a fifteen-minute talk. He also was in charge of introducing the other speakers. Typically, these consisted of other elders and deacons working their way up through the church hierarchy.As a young man, before his ex-communication James was a critical cog in this hierarchy. He had congregational privileges that included giving talks, passing microphones around during Bible discussions and proselytizing.James’ sudden ex-communication stained his family’s reputation in the congregation. Whereas, at one time the Kittridge family was held as a model of Christian values, now the family harbored an unrepentant sinner.Eldon Kittridge was torn about this loss of face. Eldon did not grow up in 'the Truth’. He was a convert. Eldon’s wife Abby grew up as one of Jehovah’s witnesses, but left the fellowship just months before meeting Eldon. Both of them were now fervent adherents to the faith. James’ sin was a slap in the face. Technically, he was a grown man now, even though he was still a high school student. Eldon Kittridge could set a fine congregational example by emancipating James. This would be viewed by the congregation as appropriate discipline, and necessary to bring James back into the fold. James knew that he was being considered for emancipation, a nice way of saying he might get kicked out of the house.James did not attend Kingdom Hall that night. Fanny did. She sat through the meeting in moral horror, knowing that she, too, existed in the midst of great mortal sin. Fanny bore the weight of guilt, believing that her brother were incestuously fornicating. It was a case so shocking that, even as a participant, Fanny was taken aback.The siblings had not been intimate since the prior Sunday, which left Fanny both hurt and perplexed. She’d tried everything to bring James back to his penile worship between her thighs. Nothing seemed to work. As the meeting droned on and on, Fanny shuffled in her seat. Her panties were wet. She was ashamed of her wetness in this holy place.Fanny looked over at her mother Abby. Abby Kittridge locked onto each speaker with a laser-like focus. Every word spoken from the podium came straight from Jehovah’s organization and, as such, was worthy of her strict attention. Abby Kittridge was as hardcore a disciple as there was. If the Society said it, she believed it, and that settled it. Periodic changes in their doctrinal stance didn’t bother her; New Light was God’s method of advancing truth. Old Light was God’s method of weeding out malingerers.Abby Kittridge was no malingerer.The meeting adjourned around nine thirty p.m. Various families got up to socialize. Absences were noted and asked after.(No one asked about James. He was dis-fellowshipped.)Of the fellowshipped, the time taken to renew the bonds of family and friendship is often noted as the best thing about Jehovah’s witnesses. Eldon Kittridge and the other elders made it their business to connect with as many congregants as possible.On the ride home Abby and Eldon interrogated their children about major points of the meeting. Abby made sure that her children were properly indoctrinated.Each meeting, to Abby, was a spiritual feast of information, none of which could be wasted or taken for granted.If the truth is told, just as Fanny’s panties were wet with lust for her brother during the meeting, Abby’s panties were wet with spiritual lust afterward. There were no Thursday night meetings where Abby’s middle-aged libido did not require her husband’s attention. She and Eldon exercised their marital due on each such occasion.Upon arriving home, the Kittridge parents asked after the younger children’s homework, though homework was a secondary consideration to meeting attendance. Fanny and James could and should have completed their homework on a non-meeting night. Neither of their parents could have helped much. The youngsters bathed and dressed for bed. Fanny cleaned the kitchen. Eldon Kittridge checked James’ room and found him languidly searching the Internet.“Brother Morgan gave a fine talk tonight. You should have been there,” he said.Bob Morgan was a close friend of James’, that is, until James 'left the Truth’. They hadn’t spoken since. Eldon Kittridge’s comment constituted a reproach. James nodded his head in acknowledgement.By eleven p.m. the younger Kittridge children were in bed. Abby Kittridge checked her refrigerator for breakfast supplies. Eldon checked to see that all the doors were locked. Fanny retreated to her downstairs bedroom. The family’s natural Thursday rhythms were intact.Eldon Kittridge climbed the stairs to his second floor bedroom. He closed the bedroom door behind him, turned, and found his wife standing there in her see-thru negligee.At the age of forty-seven, Abigail Kittridge was still fine. Four children had exited her womb; Abby retained a goodly number of her youthful assets. Her breasts stood nicely. Yes, she was a little thicker around her mid-section and some side bacon, but she could still look down between her tits and see her pubic mound. Her skin was a nice shade of cocoa. Her waist dimpled nicely before spreading into a dowager black woman’s ass. There was no sag in her cheeks or chin, nor was there any cottage cheese pitting in her behind.She stood in the midst of her bedroom, almost naked, posing for her husband. They fucked every Thursday, Sunday and Tuesday without fail, and had done so for the past twenty-three years.Eldon Kittridge had seen this woman fully naked on thousands of occasions. The vision of her cunt no longer aroused him. He still looked forward to fucking her. Abby crawled into bed while Eldon doffed his clothing. Her negligee remained in place; she preferred to have him take it off her.In bed together, they did not kiss or fondle. They were far past these pedestrian pursuits. Instead, they lay side-by-side, each using one hand to masturbate the other. Abby jacked Eldon erect; Eldon fingered Abby wet. Neither option took very long.With his phallus only partially turgid, Eldon mounted his wife in missionary. She directed his pliable phallus into her port. Starting slowly, Eldon’s phallus firmed up as they went. Abby always looked forward to this initial stiffening. Once they got started, Eldon was very longwinded. He regularly fucked her through any number of orgasms. Abby wasn’t shy about expressing herself sexually. When she really got going, she would often slip and verbalize vulgar expletives of joy.Missionary sex comprised the bulk of their repertoire. Eldon licked Abby’s tits and cunt from time to time. Abby never sucked his dick. Nor was anal sex an option. They followed the unspoken rules of Christian sexual behavior. What Would Jesus Do? Abby’s devolution into scatology while cumming was as far as they delved into freakiness. Once, she’d even uttered the phrase “Fuck me!” Eldon chastened her immediately. That type of talk smacked of the world.Tonight, Eldon’s uncircumcised phallus lengthened as it hardened. Abby always looked forward to this phenomenon. He started out at one thickness, improving under the impetus of her cunt until he was exponentially thicker. Abby began to groan in conjunction with his endless thrusts.“Oh! Oh! Oh! Ah! Uh! Oh! Shit!”Her groans amplified in intensity and loudness as Eldon worked himself into a lather. He knew the clasp and the slide of his wife’s Cunt well. He knew that it worked best after a spiritual reckoning at the Kingdom Hall. This was “old” cunt. Eldon was never in danger of capitulating before her wiles. Rather, he counted her orgasms, actively seeking amplification, and ready to inseminate her at any moment on his own terms.For years after the birth of their last child, Abby Kittridge relied upon birth control. But she’d abandoned those artificial methods of late, even though she was still capable of pregnancy.Tonight, Eldon's strident thrusting tippled her sensual triggers early on. She climaxed loudly twice. Abby Kittridge was climbing Jacob’s Ladder to a third orgasm when she sensed an anomaly in the Force. There was a low, thumping noise, almost imperceptible, driving in the background. At first she thought it was the sound of her headboard bouncing against the wall. She slowed her pelvic gyrations. The sound persisted abnormally before quieting.Abby and Eldon went back to work. Gradually, the low, thumping hum returned, continuing until just after Abby and Eldon quieted again.She looked at her husband. He’d heard the sound, too. Parents have antennae for unnatural, late night sounds in their home. Inasmuch as the sound died out, Eldon continued the task at hand, that is, stroking a hot piece of cunt.On five separate occasions the low, thumping sound came, out of rhythm with the couple’s efforts. Each time they sought to identify it, the sound disappeared.Finally, Eldon withdrew his phallus from its place of honor. He threw on his bathrobe and stepped to his bedroom door, intending to seek the source of the sound. Slowly, he turned the doorknob and stepped into the hallway. Pausing, he heard nothing. He waited. The house was silent.Eldon retreated to his bedroom. He stepped of his bathrobe. Abby would see that his tumescence remained. He mounted her again, but before they could pick up where they left off, the low, thumping sound returned.Aggravated, Eldon clambered from the bed and eased back out into the hall. Nothing. This time he waited, suspecting he knew the source. James was masturbating in bed.Normally, a father with an eighteen-year old son concedes that his boy masturbates. All boys do it. Eldon himself had been a ruthless masturbator as a teen.As an elder, however, Eldon Kittridge had to consider the spiritual cleanliness of his home. James, already disfellowshipped for sexual immorality, was on thin ice anyway. Eldon put his ear to James’ bedroom door. Initially, he heard nothing. Slowly the thumping noise returned.Eldon turned the knob slowly so as not to be detected. James’ door was locked. The room had one of those Spam key locks. Eldon reached up to get the key from the doorframe. Even more slowly than before, Eldon unlocked the door. He hoped to catch his son in the act, embarrass him and add this incident as another straw for the camel’s back.Bursting suddenly into James’ room, Eldon was astounded to find his daughter Fanny, ass naked, mounted atop his son James. They were fornicating.Eldon’s sudden entrance caused the naked siblings to explode in an effort to dive under the covers. This effort was largely wasted. Grown people know sexual activity when they see it. Eldon was shocked speechless. He didn’t need a second look This was not masturbation. This was sin, the likes of which he’d never considered possible.Fanny burst into tears.Abby Kittridge now joined Eldon Kittridge standing shocked in James Kittridge’s doorway. Fanny’s tears became an outright wail. She and James were cold busted.James and Fanny Got Busted.Eldon Kittridge took his wife into his arms. She was distraught. Slowly, the two of them stepped away from James’ doorway, closing the door behind them. Eldon suppressed the urge to kill both his eldest children. Instead, he deterred Abby’s urge to do the same. They waited.Fanny burst from James’ bedroom, fully clothed now. She raced past her parents down the stairs, intending to hide in her room.“Hold it, young lady,” came Eldon’s stentorian voice.Fanny expected this. She paused at the foot of the stairs without turning to face her parents. The family was in a moment of crisis. Hiding in her room was not going to erase her sin.James didn’t wait to be called. He trudged to his doorway in his underwear, knowing that recriminations and consequences (all bad) were imminent.Eldon led his wife and the incestuous James downstairs to the dining room table with a heavy heart. Abby Kittridge’s measured breathing bespoke her rage. Fanny continued to cry. James just looked downward, unable to brook his parent’s gaze.“How long has this been going on?” Eldon Kittridge demanded.It was not a question. It was an accusation.Fanny began to gag. James didn’t reply.“How long has this been going on!” Eldon Kittridge reiterated brusquely.“A week or two,” James mumbled.Several issues were in play here. Firstly, the Kittridges now harbored two sinners, not just one, in their home. Of these, one was newly initiated into the genre. Fanny was still a golden member of the congregation, entitled to a hearing in lieu of her statement of repentance and, it must be said, the presumption of innocence. The other sinner had proven that he was not on the path to restoration. Worse, he’d inveigled a formerly pristine member of their family into his nefarious web of sexual filth.It was this last sin that put James most at risk. By Jehovah’s witness doctrine, Fanny could still be redeemed. James, already dis-fellowshipped, stood in need of further, harsher discipline.“Fanny, you’re aware of the scriptural prohibition against pre-marital sex. And yet you committed this act anyway. Can you tell us how this happened?” Eldon sternly inquired.Eldon Kittridge was not in dad mode now. In dad mode he might want to physically attack the man who’d imperiled his daughter’s hopes for eternal life in God’s New System of things. (Jehovah’s witnesses believe in a future paradise on Earth under a heavenly government). Eldon might want to curse and fight. Eldon was operating in elder mode now. By that standard he had to view the situation dispassionately. Fanny would have to be brought up before a council of elders. James was entirely Eldon’s problem.Fanny could not answer her father. She existed in terror and shame. Her Cunt’s trenchant needs had led her astray.Eldon Kittridge quickly realized that he would get nothing from his daughter that night. She was incapable of dealing with her mortal sin in the moment. He’d known immediately what needed to be done with James.“Fanny, go get in the bed. We’ll deal with you tomorrow,” he announced.Fanny bolted the table, disappearing down the hall, into her room.Eldon and Abby Kittridge stayed behind with James. Eldon allowed an uncomfortable silence to settle over the proceedings. He had something to say, something that all of them knew was coming.“James. You’re a grown man now. We have stood by you even though other members of the congregation have advised us otherwise. We have fed and clothed you. We’ve put a roof over your head. And this is how you’ve repaid us? By bringing your; your Filth into your own family? It’s one thing to fornicate with worldly girls. You’ve brought this disease into My home! You’ve inveigled your own sister into mortal sin! She may get dis-fellowshipped because of you! Who’s next? Little Jill; or Jayce?Eldon Kittridge allowed his rage to build and double."James, I cannot allow this to continue. You will have to leave my home. You will have to find your own way in the world that you have chosen. Do you understand me?”James understood. He’d expected this. He didn’t expect what came next.“Gather your things. It’s time for you to leave.”James was taken aback.“Now?” he asked incredulously.“Yes. Now.”It was one o'clock in the morning.“Where am I supposed to go at this hour?”“That’s your problem, James. Don’t let the sunrise find you here. I’ll throw your things into the street.”“Dad! I;”“Don’t 'Dad’ me. You’ve betrayed me as a man. You’ve soiled my daughter. I cannot have you here. It’s all I can do to refrain from whipping your ass. GO!”James’ Dilemma.Tony Gilbert hadn’t had a decent piece of cunt in several days. His last sexual encounter (with long-time girlfriend Margaret Cameron) consisted of more-of-the-same. Of late their sex had become marital, that is, on schedule and without variety. Tony was well acquainted with Margaret’s primary sexual orifices by now. Both of those holes soaked in gallons of his seed.Like his friends, Tony had some cunt on the side, indeed, at one point Margaret had been a member of Tony’s other-snatch harem. Now, as his regular girlfriend, Tony took every opportunity to step out on her. In this wise he was little different than his contemporaries. Tony’s seraglio consisted of Margaret, Chiya Sakai, Rosanne Peraino, Donna Dennison and GeorgeAnn Vachetto. Occasionally, Tony hooked up with Dana Chandler and Jonna Kindler, though these latter trysts tended to be few and far between. Both those girls had seraglios of their own.Margaret knew Tony was cheating. She did her best to drain him, leaving him without the time and/or energy for othersnatch. At the same time, Margaret tended to her duties as a part of Delphia’s crew. She fucked other boys at Delphia’s behest. Margaret didn’t consider this behavior to be “cheating”. To her, this behavior was merely paying dues for membership in the club.On the Thursday in question, Margaret, Chiya and Delphia triple-teamed Kurt Kuhlmann in the school auditorium. Delphia bet both her friends that they couldn’t make Kurt cum. She offered a twenty to the girl that managed it. None of them did.Delphia assured her two friends that she would successfully take Kurt away from his girlfriend Denise. She bet a twenty on that, too. Margaret didn’t say anything, but she doubted it. She’d seen Kurt and D

The seduction of James.In 8 parts, based on the works of Bardot1990. Listen to the ► Podcast at ExplicitNovels.Some months earlier.Next door, Delphia already harbored a boatload of semen in each of her most southern ports. She lounged in James’ bed, laying her head against his stomach. His dick was in her face. Delphia sucked him casually, tenderly, in lieu of their earlier violent encounters. James seemed possessed in his eagerness to empty himself of seed. He hadn’t been reticent about probing Delphia’s fundament, indeed, had been eager to do so.Redolent of both entrances to Delphia’s southern split, James’ cock was magnificent. Delphia marveled at it. She nursed at it gratefully now, savoring the odor of their sex. There is no more sensual odor in the world than a reeking, wet set of human genitalia. Delphia had been fascinated with phalluses since she first noticed that her older brother Tony possessed a protuberance she lacked. She’d even noted her brother’s wake up erection on occasion. Delphia looked down at her own quivering clit and found it wanting. It rarely poked far from between her bulging labia. Tony’s cock dangled.Now James’ cock resonated under her nostrils, hard and veiny and straight. His balls ballooned from its base. James was circumcised; his bulbous cockhead was purple/brown, his shaft and nuts were coated in semen and a meringue of pasty white cunt froth; to Delphia a sumptuous delight. Delphia bobbed on his cock voraciously, leaving a trail of spittle along the shaft. James lay back with his hands locked behind his head. This was heaven. If she kept this up, soon she would be choking down another load of spew.Delphia had other plans. She suckled James’ cock as she’d seen pornstars do in the videos she’d secreted on her iphone, using the tip of her tongue to excite him, using her luscious nubile lips to coat his cockhead in opulence. Her luscious lips were well suited for the task.Delphia’s ass was slick with seed. Their first anal experience had been frantic. She wanted him to mount her from behind again. This blowjob was just a precursor to that end. When James’ hips began to rotate in conjunction with her roiling slobber, Delphia knew he was again ready to fuck.Instead of tooting her ass up for his consideration though, Delphia straddled him. She eased her shaven cunt down and about his cock. James was mesmerized. She situated herself atop him, burying his phallus fully inside her. When she felt the smooth bulb of his cockhead budging up against her cervix, Delphia began to twerk, slowly at first, but with ever increasing vehemence. Soon the young couple were hate-fucking, punishing each other with pelvic churn.James was not willing to be outdone. His pride forced him to retaliate in kind. He wanted to reward Delphia with a scorching case of the shivers, even as he.When she felt herself ready to cum, Delphia slowed noticeably. She wanted to hold his phallus fully engulfed inside her cunt, pressing James’ cock against her sweet spot for maximum effect. She positioned her twat such that each and every penile insertion generated a riot of cataclysmic electrical impulses in her brain.Delphia soon exploded into bliss. She snapped, lunging and thrusting like a demon possessed. At the moment of detonation she attacked James’ phallus with an unholy orgasmic rage. Her tits flopped manically. Her mouth flew open. Delphia snarled wildly in the extremis of her abandon.James, however, was still in competition mode. He rammed his cock up Delphia’s cunt throughout the entirety of her orgasm, gripping her ass cheeks tightly in his palms, thrusting vigorously. Delphia’s orgasm doubled under James’ fervent assault. James was so focused on hammerin’ dat cunt that he missed the subtle tremble of a Cunt in musk. Delphia’s pink Cuntl muscles caressed his phallus delicately in anticipation of eruption, teasing him, tickling him, suckling his manhood with feminine tremble. It was as if she had a slithery forked tongue down there, dancing expertly across the sensitive nerve endings in James’ cock. His fervor fired past her finely tuned climactic fuck quake.When she could take no more of James’ manly thrusting, Delphia slumped atop him. Her bald cunt lips were scorched. Happily, James hadn’t cum. His cock pulsed inside her cunt like a living thing. She felt it throbbing down there, felt its heated sizzle, felt his heartbeat pounding through its expansive penile tissues, yearning to fill her chasm with his jam. Any further insertion was bound to leave smoke trails.Mindful of Delphia’s incapacitation, James eased his phallus from her Cunt’s steamy grasp. She seemed reluctant to release him. It was as if their merger had created a vacuum that held him tightly in place. When his cock tip finally appeared at her entrance, Delphia’s inner cunt lips extended obscenely outward in an attempt to retain a measure of clasp.Finally, James’ dick popped free. Frantically, he scrambled up behind her, lifting her hips upward that he might find a separate portal for his passion. Using his thumbs to press Delphia’s ass cheeks open, James exposed her cream-filled sphincter. He wanted another go at it. Delphia smiled wearily.“He’s getting better and better at this!”Without taking aim, James pressed his cockhead against her opening. He pushed forward. Delphia’s anus slowly widened to accept him, first the tip, then the crown, then the shaft. At its widest point Delphia gasped. She knew he was thick, but each new insertion reminded her of her boyfriend’s girth.With the helm encompassed, Delphia’s anus snapped tight about his shaft. Delphia was relieved. Getting it in is always the most stressful part of anal sex. Now she only had to deal with his length. Soon, she knew, his balls would be slapping happily against her vulva. Her rectum being already lubricated with cum, James cruised easily inside. Delphia steadied herself in anticipation of yet another comprehensive drilling. How many more of these could she take? She rotated her ass sensuously, like a bumblebee, to further engulf him.James started slowly. This was his second visit to the muscular grip of a woman’s poop chute. He grasped Delphia’s hips to establish a rhythm. Looking down now, he enjoyed the vision of his phallus parting Delphia’s brown eye, basked in the sensation of her creamy ass sliding back and forth along his pole. As he ramped up the action, Delphia’s moans of pleasure added animus to his zeal. Soon James was rocking Delphia’s ass with smash. Her head snapped back and forth with each thrust. His balls swung back and forth, flapping against her resurgent clit.Delphia loved it. James’ mattress squeaked extravagantly to the rhythm of their intercourse.By and by, however, the teen couple became aware of another muffled sound, the sound of a headboard bouncing off a wall. James immediately paused his thrusting. His bed consisted of a simple box spring and mattress on the floor. It had no headboard. And yet the muffled knocking continued. Delphia looked over her shoulder at her lover.“What’s that?” she whispered.They both knew the answer. James’ parents slept in their room just above his. They were fucking.Delphia had often heard the sound of her own parents’ headboard, usually about this time of night, as they extracted their marital due, assuming their children were asleep. Delphia’s own mother was not shy about screeching her passion into the night. Her distinctive timbre was unmistakable. From childhood, Delphia knew and wondered over what caused her mother to moan and curse so uncharacteristically, accompanied by the rhythmically knocking headboard and her parents’ squeaking box spring. She knew, too, the sound of her father making positioning demands and his subsequent groans of satisfaction.James’ parents weren’t so verbal. They were Jehovah’s Witnesses. They fucked, but didn’t make a big production of it. James heard their bed squeaking sans the moaning, cursing and exorbitant sexual demands. James knew that his parents’ headboard would knock rhythmically for a time, faster and faster, until a final loud bump. After this there would be an eerie silence, followed by the sound of running water in the bathroom, muffled conversation, finally contented snoring.“Do you think they heard us?” Delphia wondered.“No.” James whispered.He knew that, if they had heard, they would be downstairs in a flash. There would be hell to pay. Delphia would be sent home. The rest of the night would be spent in prayer and recriminations.The truth, however, was that if they had heard James’ bed squeaking at four in the morning, James’ parents could never imagine the true reason for it. Such a thing was just impossible for their Christian home. That the girl next door might be downstairs with her cunt wrapped around their son’s dick would never occur to them.James’ phallus was still rock hard inside Delphia’s ass. He wanted to cum in the worst way.Delphia, however, was spooked by the realization that his parents were awake just upstairs, probably doing the same thing.“Jamesy, I’d better go,” she said.“Wait! Wait!” he cried, as she pulled away from him.James needed to finish. He was still several strokes away from completion.“No, James! I don’t want your mom to come down here and catch us. We can finish later!”James tried to hold her in place as he strove to empty himself inside her asshole. Delphia was insistent. She eased off his cock and reached down to snatch up her things. She knew that her friends were, at that moment, in her brother’s room doing god-knows-what. She also knew that it was time for her to go home. The knocking headboard upstairs had reached its zenith. Delphia wanted to be out of there before James’ parents, whom she always referred to respectfully as Mr. and Mrs. Kittridge, came back to reality. She couldn’t afford for them to catch her like this. James had already busted two nuts. She’d attend to him later.A routine of absenseBy the time the family was dressed and ready for evening services, James and Fanny were playing out a scenario by which they left no basis for suspicion. Fanny dressed in a humble calico skirt; typical raiment for a humble servant of God; fully buttoned from the neck down. Her hair was pulled back into a bun. She moved slowly, as if in pain, to justify missing the meeting. She made desultory facial expressions to suggest that missing this meeting came at great emotional cost.James disappeared into his upstairs bedroom. Despite his parents’ encouragement, James had taken to missing meetings of late. Eldon Kittridge took note. When James' senior year ended, James had some decisions to make.Fanny began to clear the dinner table of scraps. She put the food away and stacked the dishwasher, needing to be seen as a contributing member of the family unit. Her spiritual struggle continued. Predictably, Fanny’s sensual nature was winning. She knew all too well that, as soon as her parents’ car disappeared down the street, she and James were going to assault each other like animals in heat.And that’s what happened, too. No sooner had the taillights on the family SUV glittered away before James swept his sister up in a crushing embrace. She’d been unable to unbutton her plain-jane “around-the-house” dress before he was upon her. Groping under her calico skirt greedily, James was astounded to find her fully naked beneath. He also found a soft sheen of sweat that Fanny had been carefully hiding. James dipped his middle finger into a puddle of fur and wanton lust simmering at the juncture of her thighs. His phallus leapt. James struggled out of his pants. Seconds later his phallus was immersed in that puddle and adding nitroglycerin to it. They came in tandem. Each gripped the buttocks of the other as they strove to extract the fullest measure of their crazed, wanton intercourse; still standing.Their parents had not been gone four minutes.James and Fanny held each other tightly as the swoon of orgasm dissipated in a hazy murk of charred arctic ice. They sweated cheek-by-jowl. Any stilted movement brought forth an un-detonated jerk of latent climactic fervor. Under the pressure of gravity, James’ semen flowed down her thighs, cooling as it went. Fanny squeezed his barrel-shaped phallus viciously, hoping to drain the dregs of his passion.At this she was successful. James’ cock softened by degrees under the heat and pressure of Fanny’s dripping honey pot. Fanny was sure that he was about to slip out of her naughty purse. There came a point, however, where his flagging phallus seemed to say: “Enough! Stand and fight!” James’ cock, eighteen years old, ceased receding before the Cunt that had mollified it. It began to forge its way, slowly and steadily, deeper into the recesses of Fanny’s sticky pie.Fanny was glad.James scooped his sister's ass up in his arms. Fanny wrapped her arms tight over his shoulders and her thighs tightly around his waist. He tossed her up to a better fit and carried her downstairs to her bedroom. It was time for them to fuck. Once there, he laid her down, marveling again at her womanhood. Fanny slipped free of her dress, then grabbed a bath sheet and spread it over her bed, to contain the overflow of juices. Her tits resonated.  Then she laid over the center of the towel, on her belly. Her peach-like Cunt gaped open. With the right sort of eyes, one could see her lust bubbling forth. James could see his cream curdling between the super pink walls of her exposed labia. His phallus ratcheted upward. Fanny scooted up on her elbows to look over her shoulder, and watch his progress. She opened her legs by way of encouragement, disgorging a bubblet of semen in the process.James crawled up between her thighs. His cock was, again, massively erect. Both of them watched his advance, as if in slow motion, upon the soaked and throbbing object of his desire. When his testicles dangled against her slit, James took his cock in hand to drum it against her luxuriant bush. Fanny’s clit peeked out from its enclosure like a spring mushroom. She stroked it between her index and her middle fingers. Now her cunt lips peeled open like the petals of a flower. She kissed his cock with her cunt.“Put it back in,” she whispered.James withdrew a bit to position his pud at her entrance. Once there it seemed impossibly big, too big to fit inside her. He rested it there, thrilled at the sight of his outsized cock pulsing against Fanny’s vulva. The heat of their prior union sweltered up to his nostrils, pressing fresh blood into his already bulging erection. Fanny closed her eyes. Her cunt bubbled up to accept his heft. Ever so slowly, Fanny engulfed his thickness, first the head, then the helm and finally the shaft. James probed forward until the entirety of his substantial cock steamed in the preternatural darkness of Fanny’s cunt. Fanny opened her eyes. This was heaven. This was better than heaven. James situated himself properly, jiggling left and right. They began to fuck.Fanny felt her pelvis widening rhythmically as her brother’s ululations pounded home. She’d only ever experienced the “old in/out”. James was well past such pedantic fuck methodologies. James’ Cuntl assault proceeded in waves down the line of his abdomen, finishing with a grunt and a power thrust that barreled his phallus the length of her cunt.James stopped unexpectantly and withdrew. Then he grabbed her hips firmly in both hands and twisted her body over, onto her back. Thrilled at his masculine dominance, she re-centered her ass on the towel and hiked up her spread knees, as a gesture of invitation to ravage her cunt. His arms leaned against the bed just above her arms and he resumed the dance, delighting in the wonderful motions of her full natural tits.Fanny trembled rapturously each time his cock thundered home. Picking up the pace, Fanny matched his serpentine ululations. Pretty soon they were crashing into each other furiously. Fanny gripped the back of his head. Using the non-verbal look in her eyes she encouraged him to thrust harder and deeper. Fanny knew that she would eventually regret this misadventure. She felt she needed to extract every last morsel of lust from their congress. Maybe James could subdue her sinful nature and leave her newly born as a useful servant of the Lord. In any case, she had a good dick up in her. Another monstrous orgasm was imminent. Best of all, James seemed to have regained his stamina. He wasn’t even breathing hard. His cock powered home with manful intensity.James fucked Fanny rapaciously. Gripping her neck in a chokehold, James’ steely-eyed gaze added gasoline to the steaming phallus plowing her cunt. He didn’t even bother to slow down when Fanny climaxed. She bared her teeth in joyous agony as her cunt snapped tightly about his thickness, juking and howling like a wild animal.After her third such orgasm, Fanny was aflame down in her hot nethers. Any further stimulation was bound to bring the agony sans the joy. James pulled out, dripping in cum. It stood between them wildly, sensationally erect. Fanny was grateful.However, James was not done. He positioned her on her bed, on her back, with her knees drawn up. Rolling from atop her, James positioned himself off to the side in the standard spoon position. Now he dipped a bit, pointing his cock into her rectum. Fanny squirmed a bit before accepting the inevitable. James nudged her asshole open and, once his cockhead was in, the rest of his length slipped deeply into her fundament. Fanny sighed. Her anal nerve endings were fresh. James’ cock was frosty with lust. They still had a couple of hours to kill.Now they fucked with greater urgency. Fanny’s asshole was a tighter orifice. Whereas her cunt had been a marvelous balm, Fanny’s rectum was a thinly lubricated vice. James gripped her manically and went to work. Slow on the backstroke; fast and deep on the upthrust. Bolts of jism poured from her cunt with each forward probe into her asshole. Fanny’s pubic mound was a hairy morass of sticky cream. Her tits shook gelatinously. Fanny’s entire body palsied. Sweat poured from her pores. It was if all the orgasms she’d foregone during her years of teen forbearance now rose up to consume her.James noticed. Fanny’s cunt was, at the very least, comparable to Delphia’s. When Fanny tightened her ass cheeks around his probing missile, lightning assailed him. The heavens roared. James was ready to fill her with a volcano eruption of spunk on each insertion. Only his egotistical desire to elicit an anal climax from his sister restrained him.When Fanny’s erotic palpitations reached a frenzied crescendo, she cried out feverishly.“Oh! James! Your fucking dick! It’s so BIG! Oh that feels So Good! Fuck! Me!”This was enough for James, who’d never heard his sister curse before. He wound his hips up and hit her with the money shot, filling her anal chasm with jism. Fanny screeched helplessly. She clenched her ass cheeks up tightly to absorb James’ spurting seed. Th

Fanny Kittridge Loses Her Religion.In 8 parts, based on the works of Bardot1990. Listen to the ► Podcast at ExplicitNovels.It took several weeks for young Fanny Kittridge to succumb. She’d personally witnessed her brother and his girlfriend fornicating orally on a number of occasions. One cannot witness human copulation without wistfully wondering after one’s own participation in the Mating Game.Fanny was not a virgin. Unlike her brother’s public confession, she’d fallen from grace last summer, repented quietly without consequence, and stayed within the good graces of the Kingdom Hall Church. A good number of Jehovah’s witnesses repent their sins silently without being publicly reproved.In Fanny’s case, she’d given up her virginity to one of Tony Gangel’s uncles repeatedly over the course of a worldly holiday. She’d enjoyed the experience in the moment, and repented her sin after the man went home. From that time to this, she worked on her spirituality while struggling to refrain from delving back into the sensuality that experience had unleashed. Seeing James and Delphia fornicate so lavishly caused her to lose her battle against masturbation. She was almost twenty years old now. Like most young people, her loins were afire from the moment she awakened daily.Fanny was sexually curious. She began to seek opportunities to see James’ phallus rise. It was a personal fetish. She’d be lurking in the hallway in the mornings when James exited his bedroom and made his way into the bathroom. His morning woody was always evident. It was always hidden in his boxer shorts, protruding like a third leg. Fanny wanted to see the real thing. She’d seen it in the darkness of their backyard, just before it was hidden again inside Delphia’s Cunt. The glimpse of her brother’s cock helped as she toyed with her own genitalia.James now informed Fanny that he was skipping some classes to fornicate with Tonya Castillejo, Penny Fowler and Sonjia Metusek. Fanny insisted that he describe each interaction in detail, taking pains to describe what each girl did to make him cum and how it felt to have their buttocks pressed against his pelvis. She made sure to give him the smarmy JW look of disapproval. But she listened intently nonetheless.“You’d better make sure mom and dad don’t find out.” she cautioned.At night, Fanny would imagine herself to be Tonya, Penny or Sonjia. She imagined James atop her. She imagined his phallus thrusting deeply in her Cunt, masturbating to this vision. She would cum. Afterward, Fanny felt embarrassed and ashamed at her incestuous diversion. But her devolutions into this magical fantasyland occurred with ever greater frequency. Her prayers did little to assuage her lust.Fanny wondered if James harbored similar prurient thoughts. Try as she might, she could not rid herself of the vision of lying prone, mounted beneath him. James was the only person she’d ever witnessed having sex. Sure, she remembered her encounter with Joey Strong in great detail. But as time went on it was James’ sweaty face growling his lust atop her, not Joey’s. James was the only person she knew that might understand her fetish. They could never be in love, she was taught. They simply shared a love of having intercourse. Fanny listened intently as James described his angst at being celibate. He was not. No, James had occasional relief. Fanny had none. She yearned to tell him of her predilection, but could not bring herself to do so.Instead, she found every occasion to surreptitiously measure his endowment and compare it against her own. She even made it her business to give him “unintentional” nipple slips and/or cunt shots. She then watched his reactions, always proud to see that her efforts bore fruit. James’ phallus tented at the drop of a hat. Fanny's ashen skin was constantly in need of lotion, to restore the golden ebony luster she contented herself with. She was not allowed to ‘paint her face with cosmetic vanities. So one day when she was at the local beauty supply shop, her lusty cravings were arrested by a display of lotions un a long plastic squeeze tube, capped by a big half round cap, which was as wide as the nearly two inch diameter. That tube was one her nightstand every night, and could be found in the shower with her, the next morning. After about 8 weeks, she returned to the shop for a new supply. To her delight, the shop had a special shipment of ‘bonus size' lotion tubes. Instead of the normal 8 once containers, which were about 7 inches long over all; the new promo featured 12 ounces and with the semi spherical cap, it was a whopping 10 inches! Fanny bought two, and purposed to keep one of the tubes full. She just had to remember to take it to the shower every morning to keep it from smelling like ‘cunny'.For a while Fanny to sate herself with the make-shift dildo, but it was not the real meat she lusted after.Finally and inevitably, this little dalliance came to a head. Fanny chose a weekday in which James’ complaints about his lackanookie peaked. She waited for the moment when James stepped into the shower and their father was at work. Mrs. Kittridge was downstairs cooking. Fanny gathered her courage, stripped her clothing (except for a bathrobe), and slipped into the bathroom as he showered.James didn’t hear her come in. The radio was playing, the shower was loud, the bathroom was steamy. James lathered himself from head to toe. He began to stroke himself. James masturbated languidly every time he bathed. He had to.Fanny scooched her bathrobe up and sat on the toilet. She peeked behind the shower curtain to watch James. His eyes were closed. His cock was hugely erect, hidden beneath a foamy cloud of soap bubbles. Fanny suspected he would masturbate until he came.This wouldn’t do.Fanny stood. She doffed her bathrobe to stand naked in the middle of the bathroom floor. She needed to catch James’ attention without seeming to be too forward. Thinking quickly, Fanny bent to reach under the sink, making sure to knock over a few cleaning bottles, making enough noise to make her presence known.Astonished at not being alone in the shower, James peeked out from behind the curtain. He was even most astonished to witness Fanny from behind, bent over, her neatly coifed cunt blazing confidently from between her buttocks. Already aroused, James’ phallus leapt. What was Fanny doing standing naked in the bathroom while he showered? Look at that ass!Fanny continued to piddle around under the sink. Swaying her ass sensually, she knew James was gazing at her cunt from behind. She wanted him to have a good, long look. She’d done as much as a girl could do. It was his move now.James’ mind raced. Instinct told him to pounce on that ass and ram it in. But this was his sister! More than that, this was his only friend and confidante in the house. He could lose her if he made such an inappropriate move without her consent.And yet he wondered, why was she even in there? It’s not as if she’d been in the bathroom first and he’d barged in on her. Fanny’s presence was no accident. If she’d needed to pee so badly, there was another bathroom downstairs. Plus, she was naked! Who goes looking for Comet cleanser in the nude? Something had to be up.Now a wicked thought occurred. Fanny had been really persistent, lately, to hear tales of his exploits. She’d made him go into detail and questioned him closely about the smallest minutiae. She’d wanted him to describe every sensation he felt during his sexual escapades, claiming an ignorance of the male perspective. Maybe, just maybe, Fanny was signaling her readiness for a walk on the wild side? It was worth a shot, anyway. She now stepped her feet out, apart, as she fidgeted with the various bottles on the counter. The vanity mirror was fully steamed.Leaving the water running to mask any sound, James stepped naked from the shower. Streamlets of clear, hot water pebbled and ran down his chiseled body. His cock, already erect, locked onto Fanny’s open cunt like a lurking jaguar. He stepped onto the bath mat, then up behind her, intending to accidentally-on-purpose bump his dick up against her cunt. He hoped she’d jump to the moon and they each could have a good laugh at the expense of the other.Creeping up behind her quietly, James didn’t have to point his dick into her crease. Fanny was still bent over, unaware of his proximity. Her ass swayed before him. From this position their genitals were perfectly aligned.James watched intently as his cock zeroed in on her cunt. He couldn’t believe that Fanny hadn’t detected his presence behind her yet. Most people can sense the nearness of another individual if the intruder encroaches too closely. James’ toes were almost touching Fanny’s heels now. In another millimeter, the crown of his dick would press her fuzzy opening. James watched the impending collision with fascination. That first merger of cock and cunt is always the most erotic of any ongoing tryst.Closer and closer still. Now Fanny’s pubic hair began to tickle James’ urethra, allowing him to sniff the heaven shielded behind her clasping labia. James drew a deep breath. He was almost there. A small nudge forward and his cockhead was bathed in the translucent stickiness of a queen cunt. Fanny’s cunt yielded before his imminent insertion.But Fanny did not jump or shriek. She set both hands down flat on the vanity counter, and held her ground before James’ penile assault. In fact, she didn’t seem surprised at all. She looked back at him as if he’d interrupted her while working a crossword puzzle at the kitchen table. Her look bore a mixture of curiosity and annoyance. And yet her hips continued to twerk gently, allowing James’ phallus purchase at the opening to her Cunt proper.It was James’ turn to be surprised. Kittridge dick rested in the valley of Kittridge slit. Not all the way in, but not all the way out either. Fanny was amazingly wet already. James was already familiar with the ethereal joy of a sloppy wet cunt. The slightest thrust would bathe his cock in incestuous slather. And here Fanny was acting as if the whole encounter were an entirely natural interaction between assuming siblings.James placed his hands upon her quivering buttocks. Still, Fanny didn’t move away. An eternity of indecision ensued. Did she want to fuck? Because James’ cock was certainly engaged and raring to go. But this was his older sister! Did he want his sister to suffer the same congregational shunning that he was currently enduring? No, he did not. And they were practically best friends! How would their relationship be affected by this impending action? Ramming your dick up a woman’s twat always complicates things; it never simplifies. James was morally torn.Ultimately, of course, James’ phallus made the decision for him. Holding Fanny’s ass steady, he pressed forward. Her cunt expanded widely before closing sloppily along the line of his veiny shaft. Four inches of cock disappeared into her Cunt. The familiar blinding wave of initial insertion engulfed James’ sensibilities. Fanny did not demur. There could be no doubt. This was consent.They were officially fornicating.Fanny unleashed a full body shiver. She’d waited an eternity for just this outcome. She’d trusted James with news of her secret affair with Joey Strong. She’d held her peace during James’ religious inquisition. James was the only person she could fully trust. And now his dick was easing its way up her ass. So thick! So deep! Fanny shivered again. They began to roil in tandem.James suddenly pulled out as he wrapped his arms around her narrow waist. Fanny placed her hands over his, keeping the connection understood. Without words, he pulled her gently from the counter and guided her to the far side of the large shower. Once she was facing the tiled wall, opposite the source of spraying water, he slid his hands back, and grabbed both her wrists. He placed her two hands high on the tiled wall. This silent act confirmed his intent to copulate from behind her beautiful peachy ass.A typical woman’s Cunt is arched to accept a seven-inch phallus from the missionary position. An erect cock slips into this arch like a glove so that all her erotic zones are in play. Her tits, her lips and, most importantly, her eyes are fully engaged as a dick probes her cunt.From behind, however, it’s the reverse. The upward arc of a man’s cock gouges an unintended wedge in the reverse arc of a cunt. The result, for women, is an unnatural pressure that makes a dick feel thicker and heavier. Such a dick is capable of roiling greater surface area, eliciting deeper penetration. It exaggerates the illusion of size. Often, doggy-style sex creates air pockets in Cunts, and facilitates a blunt slapping of a woman's ass by her man's pelvic surface; which generates that thwacking noise, so critical to the perception of “great energetic sex”.Fanny’s senses were fully engaged as her brother sluiced his phallus into her. Normally, such first encounters ended quickly and awkwardly, followed by the shame and embarrassment of having one’s fantasies so exposed. Fanny did climax quickly. She hadn’t been fucked in several years. She was more than ready to be righteously railed.James wasn’t so disposed. He wasn’t “in love” with Fanny, indeed, had never fantasized about her. Only the sight of her exposed punani while he was masturbating led to this encounter. Plus, his recent activities gave him a measure of immunity to new cunt. When Fanny skittered downward from her orgasm and realized that James was still back there pounding away, she was grateful. She knew that the aftermath of this fuck was likely to be an uncomfortable change in their relationship. She wanted to explode into bliss several more times before that happened.Fanny straightened. She pressed her sweaty left cheek and both her tits against the wall, poking her ass out, that James might have a better target. She spread her legs a bit. The rhythmic slapping of their intercourse reverberated throughout the little bathroom, though the running shower dampened the sound. James reached around her hips and held Fanny’s ass steady as he rammed his cock into her. Fanny quivered uncontrollably. Soon this would be over. There would be consequences, maybe some regrets. But right now Fanny’s biology was dictating her behavior. She needed this in the worst way.“Oh god, it’s Good!” she thought. “I can repent in silence again. And I will. But right now I need this. Oh God, I need this!”James’ thick phallus was a tremendous balm for Fanny’s smolder. Delphia had really taught him well. He reached around to caress her full, dangling breasts even as his cock continued to thunder home. In. Out. In. Out. Each thrust bouncing Fanny off the floor. She was enthralled. Her only other sexual tryst had been (repeatedly) quick and violent. Joey had mounted her missionary; the two of them came (repeatedly) in tandem. Today’s encounter was Fanny’s first attempt at doggy-style.It was not James’ first. Two orgasms in, James knew it was time for a little rump rangery. Still stunningly erect, James withdrew his dripping missile from Fanny’s cunt. Fanny slumped. She was dizzy from her most recent explosion. James took this moment to slather his erection in hot water and soap. Soon enough his cock was shrouded in foam.When Fanny felt James’ cockhead probing her buttocks open again, this time seeking her sphincter, she was a little chagrined but assumed it a mistake. She arched her back to clasp his cock with puss. James declined. He eased back, knowing well the difference between the two entrances. Fanny’s eyes widened.“No. No!” she exclaimed.But it was too late. Slick with sudsy lubricant, James’ steaming cock found and penetrated her outbox. Fanny began to struggle. James calmed her.“Shush. Relax,” he cajoled.Fanny stiffened. In her wildest dreams she hadn’t expected this. James hadn’t mentioned that Delphia had shown him the southern highway. Fanny’s sexual imagination didn’t yet extend that far. She’d only hoped that maybe, just maybe, her brother might grace her cunt in tongue. That’s as far as she’d dared fantasize beyond this singular tryst.The suds on James’ cock eased some of her pain. His dick was fat. Once he got his pud past her gatekeeper, the slide into funkytown was a fait accompli.Fanny gritted her teeth and bore it. She’d never experienced the like. James pressed forward. Fanny felt that she was in labor, great with child. No. She was great with dick.Just as Fanny was reaching the limit of her endurance she felt the welcome flap of James’ nuts between her thighs. He was hilted. Instead of easing back for a second thrust, James held his phallus steady, fully clamped inside Fanny’s ass. Fanny breathed a sigh of relief. It was her turn now. She took a few deep breaths. With a monumental effort, Fanny arched her ass a half-inch off James’ dick. The pressure inside her body eased a smidgen. Fanny took another couple of deep breaths. She eased her ass downward. The pregnant feeling returned with a vengeance.Fanny eased upward an inch. Once again the internal pressure of James’ pulsating cock dissipated a bit. Fanny eased back down. The full feeling returned.Fanny eased upward a couple of inches. Relief. Downward? Mania.Soon the dichotomy between pressure and relief became a growing opiate. James held his dick steady as Fanny humped it. She started out slowly, agonizingly slowly. James’ cock, slathered in foam, scrubbed Fanny’s ass clean of fecal detritus. Fanny went from revulsion to annoyance to realization to joy. She’d found a second orifice whose needs might serve to dampen her youthful libido.Faster and faster Fanny worked James’ dick, churning her ass like a set of pistons. Soon enough the entirety of his length disappeared into and then re-appeared from Fanny’s fundament. She tugged at his foreskin with her rectum, twisting it up and over his pudenda like a pro. James was in ecstasy. His sister was a natural. He noticed Fanny dripping with sweat. She was really working it.With Fanny finally picking up the rhythm, James began to fuck. He withdrew and thrusted forward in tune with Fanny’s churn. Soon Fanny’s body cleared the floor each time James’s cock powered home. Her ass cheeks thundered with wobble. Fanny wanted to scream out her lust but knew it to be a bad idea. She was being fucked silly. There were other people in the house. Her brother really knew what he was doing.James reached around to caress Fanny’s clitoris. The tangled patch of fur covering her cunt parted. Her clitoris was in full bloom. She took his hand and spread his fingers that they might slide smoothly over her clitoral erection. James was amazed at its girth and firmness. He cupped a tit with his free hand.They fucked for an age like this, pausing only when their mother passed outside the bathroom door while doing her chores. Little did she know that her two eldest children were engaged in sexual congress on the other side of that door. Fanny quailed

Facing Delphia.In 8 parts, based on the works of Bardot1990. Listen to the ► Podcast at ExplicitNovels.After dinner with his family's skepticism and disapproval, James had to set things right with Delphia.Delphia was dissatisfied with James’ explanation.“Walked home alone after missing the bus”?What stopped him from answering her texts along the way? It’s a good little walk.She’d also been dissatisfied with their quickie in the stairwell at school. James had cum too quickly both times. He’d pulled out before she could get her shiver on. Hadn’t she taught him better?Delphia felt that James should be beyond such amateurish performances by now. She’d skipped out of class that day to get her cunt pummeled. It had been pummeled, alright. With Jizz.She made her dissatisfaction known via text.James was worried that his parents might investigate his phone and find incriminating evidence. Delphia’s descriptions of their interactions had become increasingly graphic. Tonight she demanded that he meet her out back and fuck her properly. It just wasn’t fair that he busted his nuts twice that day and didn’t think about her sexual needs. How inconsiderate could he be?James wanted to tell her that Fanny knew of their congress. Delphia didn’t think much of Fanny. She thought Fanny to be a phony. Delphia knew certain details of Fanny’s sex life. Delphia felt that Fanny was a self-righteous hypocrite. (She didn’t feel the same way about James.)James demurred. He was worried that Fanny might be up late watching his every move.Any man that waffles over a direct cunny offer, is going to raise questions. Delphia was no different than any other woman. James, she felt, should be willing to move heaven and earth to get at the cleft between her legs. Any man would. So when he stammered in reply to her offer, her suspicions about his earlier explanation rose to the fore. What had he been doing?James noted her suspicion. He’d lied to her about his whereabouts. Turning down cunny was another thing altogether. He decided to meet her that night, but he said it would be better if they “did it” at her house because, he lied, his parents were getting wise.This tempered Delphia’s suspicion some. James didn’t necessarily have to fuck on a school night. He just needed to be willing to fuck. After all, hadn’t she skipped out of class to meet him in the stairwell earlier that day? James should be just as willing to crawl out of bed at 3 a.m.Delphia suggested that they meet in the stairwell before third period gym class this time. And she wanted some head, she said.“And you’d better be there,” she cautioned.She put her phone down, reached into her panties and started masturbating.James pointedly made sure to delete their text thread. It wouldn’t do to have his parents find and examine his phone.Doing the Nasty for the ladies.When James opened his eyes he was lying on his back on the couch. Elena’s luxuriant auburn-haired snatch stared him in the face. How he’d gotten from “Whatchu wan’ do?” to this preternatural face-mount eluded his sensibilities.“Just sniff it, James,” he heard Elena whispering from above. “Don’t touch it. Don’t lick it. Just sniff it.”James did as he was told. Elena’s mind boggling cunny scent was a better opiate than Viagra. James’ cock stood at full mast, preening for wetness.Elena’s sister Lillian now straddled his cock, reverse cowgirl. She held his nuts in place with her palm, pointing his cock perpendicular with her thumb. Presumably, she planned to ease her cunny down upon it, hilt him and start the milking process.A minute passed, then two more. Lillian continued to twiddle his cockhead between her wettened cunny lips. James became concerned. What was she doing? Without friction, saliva or cunny froth, he might lose tumescence. He knew that Lillian’s cunny was down there somewhere. He just couldn’t see it.And yet his cock lunged for the rafters. Something was animating it, some unknown ethereal force. Was this the new thing that Elena hinted?In truth, James’ cock was held erect by cunny scent, both north and south. Elena’s puffy cunny lips animated his nostrils. Lillian’s extravagant cunny odor animated his cock. His cock “smelled” her Cuntl opening.James looked up into Elena’s eyes. Her voluptuous tits swung gently as she undulated her cunny before his nostrils. Elena caught his gaze with a loving look of her own. She ran her fingers through his hair. They’d never fucked. She intended to correct that oversight. Elena may have had an extensive casual sexual history, but she genuinely liked James. He was a good kid. As with Tony, she and her sister would harbor James’ phallus between their legs as an extension of their mutual affection. Well, maybe not so much in Lillian’s case. She was obviously here as a means of getting back at Tony. Elena’s intentions were purer. She hoped that James’ cock could withstand the furor of both their Puerto Rican pussies.“James?” Elena whispered.James caught her eyes without responding.“James? Do you want this punanni? ¿Quieres esta coño? Do you want to lick it? To sniff it? To stick it?” she whispered invitingly as she rotated her cunt before him.James shook his head yes. Elena obviously knew how to ramp up properly. She knew enough to know that men love to hear women say the word “punanni”.“James?” Elena continued.James began to tremble. He wanted to cum.“James, I want you to put your cock in my punanni. I want you to let me ride it nice. I want you to make me cum. You’ve got a big cock. I like that.”Cock flattery. Another aural aphrodisiac.“James?” Elena whispered.This was maddening.“James, I want you to fuck my sister. But I don’t want you to cum in her. I want you to cum in me. Can you do that for me, James? Cum? En mi coño?” (in my cunny)James knew he could not. The first poon that slid down his pole was in for a sloshing. That coño looked to be Lillian’s. The sight of Elena’s swaying cunny and her verbalizations were, indeed, different that anything he’d ever experienced. James would cum if an animal touched his cock. James would cum if it was an insect. Elena’s husky voice had him on the verge.“James?” Elena said again.James could barely keep his eyes open. He was on the razor’s edge.“I want to suck, your, cock, James. I want you to cum, in, my, mouth.”James lunged, barely missing Lillian’s hovering cunny. Lillian pivoted away. She knew what Elena was doing.“That’s it, James. PUSH it in. Just like that. All the way in. I need to have you inside me.” Elena whispered. Her clitoris blossomed before his face.James smashed his face into Elena’s cunt. Lillian pressed her smoothly pearled clit into his urethra and then down along the split in his cockhead. James came. His jism soaked Lillian’s entrance. Lillian squeezed his nuts gently, kneading them to extract all of his available ejaculate.Elena stepped away from James’ face. Lillian now stepped up to straddle James’ face. She scrubbed his face in her slit, cum and all. Elena knelt between his spread legs. She took his phallus into her mouth. James hardened again almost immediately“I told you so,” Lillian said.James lapped at Lillian’s jism-soiled cunt with relish. He was still dizzy from the force of his eruption. Elena’s suggestive erotic whispering unleashed a surprisingly voluminous cache of spunk considering the amount he’d been spraying lately. That his cock had recovered so quickly was just another facet of Elena’s fecundity.Now James was ready to fuck. He’d been whispered free of a scorching nut. He wanted to be properly drained. There were two magnificent pussies in the room. A hard cock doesn’t always observe the Man Code.Stung to action, James pushed both girls aside. He positioned them next to each other, doggy-style, on the couch. Their pussies pulsed sensuously from between their ass cheeks. Elena had done the bulk of work leading to his first nut. He wanted to save her for last.James moved up behind Lillian. Her cunt was slick with jism. He took his cock in hand and pointed it deliberately at her clit, the same clit that had so lustily pressed his urethra. Instead of thrusting into her open cunt, James began to twiddle her clit with his cock. Lillian started to groan. She wanted him to just go ahead and shove it in. James remembered her “cunt scent” tease from moments before.“Lillian?” he whispered.“Hmm?” she responded thru her lustful haze.“Baby, I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before,” he said.This seemed bold for him, she knew, all the more so since James was not known to ever use the word “fuck”. He was a Christian.“You’ve never had a cock like mine up your cunt. ALL the way up.”Lillian squeaked. Tony wasn’t this assertive.“Lillian?” he whispered.“Hmm?”“I’m going to fuck the SHIT out of you. Then I’m going to suck you. Then I want you to suck ME.”He ramped up his clit play.“Um-hmm,” she assented.“Lillian?” he whispered.“God damn it, James! Put it in!” she raged.James obliged her. He rammed his cock fully into her cunt, nine inches of unfettered blacksnake in one go. Lillian shrieked. James pulled out. He went back to toying with her clit. Lillian’s arousal was frustrated. Her clit was happy, but her hole went wanting. She endured another minute of James’ teasing before erupting again.“James! Stop teasing me!”James slammed her with a thunderous double tap of surge. Then he pulled out and went back to twiddling Lillian’s clit.“James!”He snatched her up so that her ass was aloft. Gripping her waist, James smashed his face between her ass cheeks. James then tried something he’d seen on the HBO show “Girls”. He motor-boated, blowing extravagant flatulence between Lillian’s cakes. Lillian almost died of pleasure. Tony, in fact no one, had ever blown bubbles up her ass before. The young girl was ecstatic. The presence of James’ semen made the move all the more erotic.Elena looked on anxiously.James motor-boated until Lillian’s writhing reached a crescendo, rubbing his nostrils between her cunt and her ass, humming air bubbles into both holes, eliciting sexual flatulence. James stepped up behind her. Using his cockhead, he went back to painting Lillian’s clit in pud.“James!” she cried out in frustration.James smiled sardonically. He paused dramatically for effect, then inserted his cock into her shaven cunt. Lillian’s cunt melted about his shaft like butter in a hot frying pan. He began to fuck her wildly. Each manly thrust caused Lillian to quake jaggedly. She attacked his thick, pulsing cock with the fury of a woman scorned. She crazed her way thru the torture of a monstrous orgasm. Fucking Tony’s friend like this was payback for the Tony’s infidelity.Without waiting for his command, Lillian disengaged and turned to gobble James’ cock. She’d cum. Now it was her turn to pleasure her new lover. James looked to Elena almost apologetically as his cock, still dripping with cunt manna, now disappeared into Lillian’s throat. Lillian was upstaging her sister. Elena had seen this before, though perhaps not as animatedly. Lillian was a sexual dynamo.James humped Lillian’s mouth. As always, he loved the vision of a woman’s spittle curdling along his shaft. He loved the lip drag. He loved the slobber. He loved the feel of tonsils tickling his pud and that little gasp a woman makes as she comes up for air. Lillian massaged his balls as she sucked. James’ cock was welcome new pole for a cunt that had been so dedicated to a single boyfriend. That first “new cock” after a break up is So good!But when Lillian turned about to offer up her sphincter to the boy, Elena stepped in. This was a bit too much.“Wait. Wait,” she said. “That’s enough. It’s my turn. You’re gonna make him cum again.”Giving Lillian a dirty look, Elena yanked James away. She tooted her ass up to him..“Do that motorboat thing,” she ordered.James ranged up behind her and knelt.Exhausted, Lillian crashed down onto the couch. She began fanning her cunt. Lillian realized that her offer of anal sex had been something of an overreach. This whole encounter had been Elena’s idea. Lillian still wanted that ass poke, though. Sex with James had been amazing! Lillian was willing to await the conclusion of Elena’s turn at the pipe.James knelt before Elena’s roiling ass. Elena’s sparse pubes curdled before him. Her silky strands spread further up her ass-crack before disappearing into her lower back. He could see, too, that her clit ran the length of her cleft. It was not marbled or pearl-like, like Delphia’s.Now Elena’s cunt bulged before his face again, this time from behind. Her asshole puckered. Her creamy ass cheeks wobbled in place. Elena reached back with both hands to spread her ass cheeks, unveiling both her exotic holes. James recognized the perfume wafting from between. Slowly, James pressed his nose into Elena’s ass.There was something about Elena’s crack that differed from Lillian’s. Elena had an exotic spice to her goods that made analingus subtly different. James couldn’t put his finger on it. His cock was still rock hard; its foray into Lillian’s cunt and her maw had done little to remedy that disability. James suspected that his visit into Elena’s split might alleviate his affliction. Her ass/cunt combo, now glowering before him, poured gasoline onto the fires of his libido.Elena began to undulate her behind such that James’ nose and lips we encumbered by both her sexual holes. James licked her sloppy wet. As her mania for tongue increased he was more able to probe deeper into each orifice.Elena began to whisper.“That’s it, James. Lick it. Lick that coño, that sweet cunny! Lick that punani like a tiger. Oh! Suck me! Suck me, James!”As before, Elena’s use of scatological terms for “Cunt” intrigued him. “Pussy” is such an arousing word to men, especially coming from its owner. “Punani” is an even rarer delight. And coño? He’d never heard the term, but deduced its meaning from the context clues.“My Culo, my ass, James! Stick that tongue up in there! Blow in it! Oh! That feels so good! Wiggle it! More! Faster! Deeper! Oh! Right there! Suck it!”She scraped James’ face between her ass cheeks with an ever increasing fervor. James alternated between motor-boating, sucking and licking. Salty sweat beads formed in her crack, only to coagulate and drip down onto James’ tongue. He wasn’t the first to lick Elena’s ass. Each time she had her ass ravaged with mouth like this was the best ever, Elena mused.“James! It’s time!” she moaned.James made no move to transition. Elena’s southern split was too mesmerizing. Her taut, golden asscheeks bubbled before him. Her wispy-haired Cunt creamed. His cock yearned to be inside her from either vantage point. Elena weaved her ethereal sexual spell before his nostrils. James continued to lap and bubble at her ass.“Yeh, lick that fuckin’ cunny, you fuckin’ muther-fucker,” Elena growled. “That’s it. Suck it! Yes! Gawd!”She swung her ass in huge circles, like a twerk dancer, enticing him, praying for dick.James clambered up to mount her. He pointed his steely cock into her sphincter and, without hesitation, drove the full heft of his thickness deep into her rectum. Elena shrieked. James now experienced the insensate joy of a woman’s tightest hole awash in his bubbly saliva. James’ spittle assisted his drive into the depths of Elena’s bunghole. Soon, his nuts were flopping against her clit. Elena wanted a Mandingo to savage her backside. She got it. Gripping her by the neck, James raped her into the sunshine. Elena howled her approval using her native tongue."Ai! Papi! Vete a la mierda! Dámelo, nena!"  which roughly means ‘Yes, daddy! Come now! Give it to me! No!'Diabolically, just when Elena was just about to crash and burn, James pulled out. The young novice knelt and began lapping away at the asshole he’d just quitted. Elena knew what he was doing. Having ravaged her ass to the point of capitulation, James was ramping her back down the hill, unsated. He didn’t want her to cum too soon."Damn!” Elena mused. “Somebody has taught this nigga Too well!”Once a man’s dick has gone deep, his tongue is just an appetizer. A fuck differs markedly from a lick. Better still, James had probed Elena’s anal core and his cock was still hard. He hadn’t succumbed. He knew that “the tease is the thing!”Elena settled in for a good, long session.James mounted her twice more, puss and ass, before pulling out, flipping the script, and returning to engage both holes with tongue. Each time he had Elena at the very verge of paradise before easing back from the brink. It was deliriously frustrating.Lillian looked on with wonder. Neither girl had any idea that James was so skilled. Tony would have lathered both of them with jism by now, fallen asleep, and then awakened with another hard-on. Lillian had teased a single jizz bomb from James. Since then he’d been a pillar of stone. His cock stank with the drunken perfume of sisterfuck.Elena grabbed her ankles. Still standing, she doubled over to allow James oral access to her split from behind. James caressed her knees as he worked. Lillian waited until Elena’s groans of delight rumbled forth. She nudged up to James, intending to suck his cock on the sly as he serviced Elena with his lips and tongue. She reasoned that he was doing such a good job with Elena that he might appreciate some penile attention.Each time Elena caught her sneaking up, she pushed Lillian away.“It’s My turn!” she croaked.Finally tiring of Lillian’s shenanigans, Elena took it upon herself to give James the blowjob she’d denied her sister. She’d sneaked a mini-nut in while James licked and fucked her twat. The resulting relief allowed Elena to think rationally apart from the fires consuming her nether regions. She knew that James Must be in torment by now. Elena hoped that she might return the rollercoaster sexual experience she’d received from the boy.“I might even give him a back lick,” she thought. “That’s nice!”The smell of well-used cock is a searing

James hosts a pole party..In 8 parts, based on the works of Bardot1990. Listen to the ► Podcast at ExplicitNovels.“Don’t cum in my mouth,” Paula mumbled.Men hear that a lot. The first retort that always comes to mind is “Where in the fuck do you Want me to cum, bitch?”But that comment is rarely uttered aloud. It is also largely ignored. Any woman with a scintilla of cock-sucking ability is going to get an unexpected mouthful of jizz from time to time. What she does with it afterward is her own business. She can swallow; she can spit. Just as long as jizz exits the cock, the guy is happy.At least, this is how men view it.It was becoming increasingly evident that Paula had more than her share of cock sucking ability. James looked down to see his chocolate cock probing Paula’s ruby lips. Trails of spittle bubbled from the sides of her mouth. Larger bubbles arose, expanded and burst as Paula bobbed on his boner. Her cunt sweat accentuated her fecundity. Paula’s moans became increasingly strident. She was really going at it.At first Dina and Sandra viewed Paula’s fellatio as an honorable debt payment. Now it occurred that their friend may have stumbled into something here. Can a woman have an orgasm while slobbing knob? Paula’s moans put that premise to the test. She looked to be enjoying herself.James was fucking Paula’s mouth now. He rammed his cock into her throat as a man on a mission might. Paula unstrapped her bathing suit. She fondled her breasts before reaching down to finger her hairy twat. Things were going well.It soon became evident that James was going to cum in Paula’s mouth. It became just as evident that Paula was on the verge of an orgasm; one couldn’t tell whether it was due to the cock in her mouth or the fingers in her puss.Sandy Monk stepped in to pause things a bit.“Paula, let me have a go,” she asked timidly, not sure if Paula would be willing to give up her spot at the faucet.Paula gasped. She released James’ cock and crab walked backward. Sandy was surprised at how easily Paula conceded, until Paula stepped naked from her swimsuit. Taking her cue, both Sandy and Dina began to disrobe. Paula’s extravagant fellatio had all three women desirous of a more comprehensive sexual experience.James saw all this. And whereas he’d originally planned to erupt in Paula’s throat and discreetly make an exit, now his horizons expanded greatly. Perhaps it might be possible to multiply the names on his cunt resume in one fell swoop.Sandy took a spot kneeling before James. She’d unstrapped her swimsuit. Her tits swung free. Paula, fully naked now, leapt back into the fray, taking up a position along James’ shaft. Dina too, fully naked, knelt on the other side of James’ lengthy cock. All three blondes began to worship at the temple of James’ manhood. He couldn’t believe his luck.As one might expect, the opulent penile attentions of three beautiful women sent James into an orgy of pleasurable anguish. His balls swelled. James struggled to suppress his burgeoning ejaculate. He didn’t want to cum and slump. James wanted to Fuck. He wanted to penetrate and burst alive in each of these heaving Cunts and so have a story he might share with his grandchildren. Few teenagers ever breach such a threshold.Each girl licked and nibbled his phallus in turn, lavishing at the tip. Of the three, Dina was most experienced. James thrilled as Dina titillated his pole with her oral expertise. Paula and Sandy looked on with awe as their “leader” demonstrated the intricacies of a good, sloppy blowjob.James took as much of this triple play as any young man might. When he felt his body swaying over the cliff, he pushed Dina back onto the couch with her legs askew. He mounted her, immersed himself and, in seconds, drained his nuts into her cunt. Dina hadn’t been fucked in weeks. Her vulva sported a neat, newly grown, silken blonde carpet. Tomorrow, that carpet would be gone.James withdrew from Dina’s cunt with a half-hard phallus soaked in froth. He turned to Paula. That wise chick immediately knew the score. She lay back on the couch and raised her legs in the air. James mounted her, finding her smoking hole with little difficulty. She was wet; her entire southern split reeked with desire for pole. Paula used her prehensile cunt lips to suck his semi-hard cock into its natural home. After getting situated, they began to fuck. This was the third cunt James had visited that day. In no time the young man was fully hard again. Paula felt his cock firm up and lengthen inside her. She was glad and a little dizzy. James sported a big ‘un.James fucked Paula with a vengeance. They’d secretly liked each other for some time. This was their first chance to sate their curiosity. They began to kiss. Paula offered up her firm tongue for James to suck even as her cunt creamed about his thickness. Paula’s breath resonated with the aroma of James’ cock. Too, James could detect a side order of Delphia’s cunt on Paula’s breath, courtesy of his cock.They kissed extravagantly. Paula went to give him a hickey, thinking to mark her territory. Like a shaven cooch in the shower, at that school hickeys were indicative of recent sexual activity. Too, such would advertise the loss of James’ virginity (James and Delphia notwithstanding. Their sexual escapades were not common knowledge). Paula had no reason to think him “taken”.James didn’t care to be marked, though, and deftly worked his way free of Paula’s intended neck suckle. Withdrawing from her cunt, he turned her over, face down. In the next moment he pointed his cock between her firm ass cheeks and into her twinkling stink-eye.“Uh-uh,” she demurred. “Put it back where it was. Hurry!”Apparently, they weren’t far enough along to go the anal route yet.James obeyed, slipping his cock a little south, past Paula’s curly Cuntl tresses and back into her fragrant punani. Paula groaned. His cock was so big! She’d been fucked doggy-style before. None of those prior phalluses breached her asscheeks to reach this far into her core. Paula bit her lip and set herself for a well-earned drilling.James’ quick detonation before Dina’s steaming Cunt earned him a measure of immunity against Paula’s luxuriant sexual wiles. Paula did not have the same sexual inoculation. She climaxed moments after James entered her, clenching his cock tightly. She came again two minutes later with a seething rage and an epic trembling palsy.Using his thumbs, James pulled Paula’s ass cheeks apart so that he might better enjoy the sight of his pole disappearing in and out of her luscious cunt. He’d used that move repeatedly with Delphia. It never failed to heat the jism firing his loins. He especially liked the vision of his cock helm appearing from between her squishy pink labia before plowing forward into her depths. Paula’s cunt was almost Delphia-like in its effect, an opiate unrivaled. James reared back to slam his sausage deep into her recesses. Paula swam in a murky film of lust emanating from her baby-maker. She reached back to encourage James to cup and manipulate her tits. Shockwaves of thrust moved like a Japanese tsunami up and down her stolidly feminine frame.Paula was working towards her fifth explosive orgasm of the day when, unexpectedly, the chasm at the juncture of her thighs suddenly emptied of cock. Through her orgasmic haze she turned to find James mounted over her friend Sandy.Sandy was the “Velma” of the College Blondes. She was short and a little thick. Her entire body was covered in freckles Of the three women, she had the nicest ass and the thickest thighs. Her cunt bulged from between her ass cheeks; her clit split her cleft lengthwise. It was rumored that going down on Sandy was reckless; her thighs could crush skulls and walnuts with equal enthusiasm.Now James’ cock was roiling in her cunt-pining’ for the fjords, as it were. He’d achieved the much-vaunted triple. Sandy stood on one leg, gripping the back of the sofa with her hands for balance, her other leg lodged against James’ shoulder. She was performing a standing split while James serviced her preternatural need for thunder. James gripped her tits for balance.From this position Paula could see that Sandy’s inner cunt lips were unnaturally large. Each time James withdrew, a good portion of Sandy’s inner pink cunt followed his cock outward. Paula remembered the movie “Alien” where the extraterrestrial creature had a “mouth within a mouth”. Sandy Monk had a “cunt within a cunt”. Paula looked over to Dina with surprise. This was a good thing to know once the College Blondes all got together to rib each about their sexual proclivities.Just now Sandy wasn’t paying Paula much attention. James gripped her by the neck and her left tit. He was wearing’ dat cunt out. Clearly, the boy had regained some semblance of restraint. His cock churned up Sandy’s cunt so expertly that both Paula and Dina had hope for a rematch. James didn’t have that “I’m getting ready to cum!” face. Rather, he had the “I’m getting ready to make You cum” face.Women tend to prefer the latter.When Sandy was on the verge of collapse she dropped both legs to the ground. She made James go at her cunt doggy style, this being her preferred mount. James spread her ass cheeks and inserted himself, gripping her tits from behind. Sandy arched her back perpendicular to receive the heft of his thrusts. His cock raked back and forth over her most sensitive cunt parts with power, depth and precision. Her “cunt within a cunt” protruded obscenely. Sandy bit her lip in her ardent desire to quell her burgeoning orgasm.She failed.As her body flailed in abject capitulation to the cock whipping her cunt raw, Sandy began a profane sexual chatter.“Fuck me! Oh My Gawd! Fuck! Shit! Oh, Gawd! Harder! Your Cock! It's so big! James, fuck! God damn! Oh, my cunt! Fuck my cunt! Harder!Paula noticed that Sandy’s inner cunt was no longer pink. It was blood red as it gripped James’ phallus’ withdrawals, extending almost a full inch and a half from its normal home hidden behind Sandy’s labia majora. James bent at the knees to deliver crushing fuck bombs of throb. Sandy shrieked to the heavens.Like any normal teen, Sandy masturbated daily. None of her masturbatory fantasies compared to this. She could not have imagined that this Christian boy could make her quake so comprehensively. “Soft” was the adjective most often used in school when describing James. He was disproving that maxim today by the minute.James soon noticed that Sandy’s “cunt within a cunt” was losing its tenuous grip. Sandy was fucked out. James, however, wanted another go at Paula. When he pulled his erect phallus from Sandy’s cunt and indicated that rematch, Dina objected.“Hold your horses, there, Hoss. All I got was the crème. I want some cock! I want some of what Sandy got!”It was true. Dina had a cunt full of cum and not a drop of sweat equity. Her soaked cunt was largely the result of that triune blowjob. Dina hadn’t cum.James smiled. He knew that his rep at school would change henceforth. He also suspected that Delphia would hear of his sojourn with the College Blondes (minus Gail Gentric). Fuck it. What idiot was going to turn down the chance at these three?James’ bloodlust was upon him. There comes a time in every young man’s life when he transitions from a boy yearning after a nut to a man yearning after a woman’s nut. Having stood up to Sandy’s cunt wobble, James felt emboldened. His cock was still hard. Dina’s cunt was arguably the school’s most sought after trim. Dina knew it. So did Paula and Sandy. That Dina had spread her legs to receive James’ first nut told James that he had more work to put in. Paula’s nuts were already adequately serviced. Sandy was completely bereft. Now it was time for a return visit with the to the Titty Queen.Dina lay back on the couch. She opened her legs to him, expecting another missionary go. Her voluptuous tits lolled into her armpits. James could sense heat rising in waves from her open Cunt. Jism still leaked expansively from her opening.James knelt between her legs. His cock pronged upward like a living thing dancing between them. Rather than attack her Cunt right off, James scooched up her torso to straddle her tits. He rested the tip of his cock against Dina’s chin.Dina could tell that James’ cock smelled differently now than earlier. The phallus resonating before her nostrils scorched of three newly exotic scents, courtesy of the women in that room. These merged with the original scent of the mystery woman, Delphia. This mélange of diverse Cuntl odors combined with James’ semen to weave a heady perfume more powerful than any manufactured fragrance. Dina opened her pouty lips to French kiss James’ cock, laving his pud in her tongue.James basked in Dina’s introductory suckle. He crossed his arms to watch her ablutions at his cock tip, allowing his penile aroma to stoke her roaring sexual engine. After a minute or so, he pushed his cock deeper into her mouth so that his pud was fully engulfed. Her lips crept widely about his cylindrical thickness. A minute on James offered up another surge of pole. Soon Dina was gagging on cock. Using her tongue as a cushion, James drove his engorged phallus slowly and sensuously down Dina’s throat, adding her slobber to its striking aroma.Dina moaned with anticipation. She began to twiddle her cunt. Dina enjoyed sucking cock, but her cunt was its natural home. Dina’s snapper sang a siren song in its desire for closure.James heard Dina’s snapper’s call. He would tend to her southern split in due time. Right now he had her northern cunt fully engaged. Dina sucked James’ cock with increasing animus. In many ways a woman’s northern cunt is superior to her southern, especially insofar as James had been fucking southern cunt all afternoon. Often, the change-up is electrifying. James had yet to master the skill of alternating between northern and southern pussies in the same session without cumming.James leaned forward and began to hump Dina’s mouth in earnest. She couldn’t deep throat him; his cock was too long. Thus far only Delphia’s nose had pressed James’ pubic mound. He’d cum that day in great spasms of phallus tapioca. Delphia swallowed every drop. James remembered that evening now as his cock plunged ever deeper into Dina’s throat. If he kept going at this pace he would soon jizz out. James could feel the familiar boil in his stomach indicative of imminent launch.Dina noticed it, too. If she kept this up her cunt would go unsated. Having watched James fuck the living shit out of Paula and Sandy, this outcome was unacceptable. Dina pulled back.“James. James! Put it in. Put it in!”She pushed him southward. Dina hoped that James wasn’t so far along the path to discharge that he’d be unable to perform. All she needed was a minute or two of friction down there. Dina was So ready to explode.With his phallus drenched in spittle, James snatched Dina over onto her stomach. He spread her ass cheeks with his thumbs and, without taking aim, rammed his cock up her asshole. Dina shivered. She hadn’t been expecting this. More, she hadn’t expected him to get so deep so soon. Dina’s rectum was tight; it was a sloppy cock’s delight. Usually, men had to work to get it in down there. James went eight inches deep on the first thrust. And, if he hadn’t yet mastered the north/south technique, Delphia had taught him the ass-to-cunt tango.James employed that technique now. He pounded Dina’s ass for a few cycles, withdrew, eased south a tad, then rammed his cock up her silky cunt. Less than an inch of taint separated the two blissful orifices. Dina’s asscheeks wobbled as James alternated between the two holes, releasing fragrant explosions of sexual pheromones into the room.Having finally taken the southern route, a new aroma wafted into the room. All three girls sensed it subconsciously. The odor of a full sexual cycle: cock-to-cunt-to-ass-to-mouth; is an unparalleled aphrodisiac. (Some would include a titty fuck, but only lactating titties sweat milk, and these girls weren’t there yet). Both Paula and Sandy began to wetten again. Neither of them had the benefit of a cunt full of jism, like Dina, to grease their desire. Both of them longed for such.James fucked both Dina’s sex holes from the rear mount. His balls flopped rhythmically back and forth between his crack and hers. Waves of sexual steam arose from their anal conjoinment. James rode the razor’s edge between empowerment and capitulation, balancing his orgasm at that agonizing point just short of release. It was torturous ecstasy. Cum burned just behind his cockhead like white-hot magnesium, itching to flood Dina’s holes with rushing geysers of joy juice.Dina felt no such compulsion for restraint. She wanted to cum and did so. Each time James swapped holes his bulbous cockhead tweaked her cum trigger like a bolt of summer heat lightning. Dina’s body wracked with convulsions. Her cunt and her rectum twittered uncontrollably about James’ phallus, seeking to bathe in his ejaculate. James struggled to continue. Dina’s cunt compared favorably to Delphia’s; and her tits were bigger. For that matter, both Paula and Sandy were in Delphia’s league, too. At the ripe old age of eighteen, James had already accomplished the abject conquest of four queen pussies (including Delphia), in the same day!.James wanted to cum in Dina’s mouth. Her earlier solo blowjob had been ethereal. He felt that if he could just get her to turn over he could get one last chance at that magnificent maw before the school bus came to take them all home.He was still mounted over her ass contemplating a smooth transition move when suddenly he felt his flapping balls awash in warmth and wetness. Paula had crawled up between his legs surreptitiously. Now she was sucking his nuts as they flopped back and forth; and giggling. James could feel her hot breath coursing breezily between the crease in his ass cheeks.This unintended impetus put James over the edge. Jism flew from his urethra in a concentrated torrent of fire, filling Dina’s ass cavity to the brim. Dina shrieked. She went quite mad from the torturous rapture of James’ denouement. It felt as if a firehose had detonated inside her asshole. Jizz splashed back into Paula’s eyelids. Both she and Sandy laughed at this unexpected turn of events.Dina, however, fainted dead away. James slumped atop her, concussed for several moments. They both pancaked to the couch, he atop she. His phallus continued pumping seed into the girl. From her purchase between their legs Paula could see James’ balls balloon and then shrivel, like an ironworks billows. Then his cock would expand and contract as bolts of semen moved along to the expulsion point. Finally, Dina’s bottom ballooned, accepting his splurts with the same rhythmic palp

James and Delphia Sneak a quickie in his bedroom.In 8 parts, based on the works of Bardot1990. Listen to the ► Podcast at ExplicitNovels.Next door, Delphia already harbored a boatload of semen in each of her most southern ports. She lounged in James’ bed, laying her head against his stomach. His cock was in her face. Delphia sucked him casually, tenderly, in lieu of their earlier violent encounters. James seemed possessed in his eagerness to empty himself of seed. He hadn’t been reticent about probing Delphia’s fundament, indeed, had been eager to do so.Redolent of both entrances to Delphia’s southern split, James’ cock was magnificent. Delphia marveled at it. She nursed at it gratefully now, savoring the odor of their sex. There is no more sensual odor in the world than a reeking, wet set of human genitalia. Delphia had been fascinated with phalluses since she first noticed that her older brother Tony possessed a protuberance she lacked. She’d even noted her brother’s wake up erection on occasion. Delphia looked down at her own quivering clit and found it wanting. It rarely poked far from between her bulging labia. Tony’s cock dangled.Now James’ cock resonated under her nostrils, hard and veiny and straight. His balls ballooned from its base. James was circumcised; his bulbous cockhead was purple/brown, his shaft and nuts were coated in semen and a meringue of pasty white cunt froth, to Delphia a sumptuous delight. Delphia bobbed on his cock voraciously, leaving a trail of spittle along the shaft. James lay back with his hands locked behind his head. This was heaven. If she kept this up, soon she would be choking down another load of spew.Delphia had other plans. She suckled James’ cock as she’d seen pornstars do in the videos she’d secreted on her iphone, using the tip of her tongue to excite him, using her luscious nubile lips to coat his cockhead in opulence. Her luscious lips were well suited for the task.Delphia’s ass was slick with seed. Their first anal experience had been frantic. She wanted him to mount her from behind again. This blowjob was just a precursor to that end. When James’ hips began to rotate in conjunction with her roiling slobber, Delphia knew he was again ready to fuck.Instead of tooting her ass up for his consideration though, Delphia straddled him. She eased her shaven cunt down and about his cock. James was mesmerized. She situated herself atop him, burying his phallus fully inside her. When she felt the smooth bulb of his cockhead budging up against her cervix, Delphia began to twerk, slowly at first, but with ever increasing vehemence. Soon the young couple were hate-fucking, punishing each other with pelvic churn.James was not willing to be outdone. His pride forced him to retaliate in kind. He wanted to reward Delphia with a scorching case of the shivers, even as he.When she felt herself ready to cum, Delphia slowed noticeably. She wanted to hold his phallus fully engulfed inside her cunt, pressing James’ cock against her sweet spot for maximum effect. She positioned her twat such that each and every penile insertion generated a riot of cataclysmic electrical impulses in her brain.Delphia soon exploded into bliss. She snapped, lunging and thrusting like a demon possessed. At the moment of detonation she attacked James’ phallus with an unholy orgasmic rage. Her tits flopped manically. Her mouth flew open. Delphia snarled wildly in the extremis of her abandon.James, however, was still in competition mode. He rammed his cock up Delphia’s cunt throughout the entirety of her orgasm, gripping her ass cheeks tightly in his palms, thrusting vigorously. Delphia’s orgasm doubled under James’ fervent assault. James was so focused on hammering’ dat cunt that he missed the subtle tremble of a Cunt in musk. Delphia’s pink Cuntl muscles caressed his phallus delicately in anticipation of eruption, teasing him, tickling him, suckling his manhood with feminine tremble. It was as if she had a slithery forked tongue down there, dancing expertly across the sensitive nerve endings in James’ cock. His fervor fired past her finely tuned climactic fuck quake.When she could take no more of James’ manly thrusting, Delphia slumped atop him. Her bald cunt lips were scorched. Happily, James hadn’t cum. His cock pulsed inside her cunt like a living thing. She felt it throbbing down there, felt its heated sizzle, felt his heartbeat pounding through its expansive penile tissues, yearning to fill her chasm with his jam. Any further insertion was bound to leave smoke trails.Mindful of Delphia’s incapacitation, James eased his phallus from her Cunt’s steamy grasp. She seemed reluctant to release him. It was as if their merger had created a vacuum that held him tightly in place. When his cock tip finally appeared at her entrance, Delphia’s inner cunt lips extended obscenely outward in an attempt to retain a measure of clasp.Finally, James’ cock popped free. Frantically, he scrambled up behind her, lifting her hips upward that he might find a separate portal for his passion. Using his thumbs to press Delphia’s ass cheeks open, James exposed her cream-filled sphincter. He wanted another go at it. Delphia smiled wearily.“He’s getting better and better at this!”Without taking aim, James pressed his cockhead against her opening. He pushed forward. Delphia’s anus slowly widened to accept him, first the tip, then the crown, then the shaft. At its widest point Delphia gasped. She knew he was thick, but each new insertion reminded her of her boyfriend’s girth.With the helm encompassed, Delphia’s anus snapped tight about his shaft. Delphia was relieved. Getting it in is always the most stressful part of anal sex. Now she only had to deal with his length. Soon, she knew, his balls would be slapping happily against her vulva. Her rectum being already lubricated with cum, James cruised easily inside. Delphia steadied herself in anticipation of yet another comprehensive drilling. How many more of these could she take? She rotated her ass sensuously, like a bumblebee, to further engulf him.James started slowly. This was his second visit to the muscular grip of a woman’s poop chute. He grasped Delphia’s hips to establish a rhythm. Looking down now, he enjoyed the vision of his phallus parting Delphia’s brown eye, basked in the sensation of her creamy ass sliding back and forth along his pole. As he ramped up the action, Delphia’s moans of pleasure added animus to his zeal. Soon James was rocking Delphia’s ass with smash. Her head snapped back and forth with each thrust. His balls swung back and forth, flapping against her resurgent clit.Delphia loved it. James’ mattress squeaked extravagantly to the rhythm of their intercourse.By and by, however, the teen couple became aware of another muffled sound, the sound of a headboard bouncing off a wall. James immediately paused his thrusting. His bed consisted of a simple box spring and mattress on the floor. It had no headboard. And yet the muffled knocking continued. Delphia looked over her shoulder at her lover.“What’s that?” she whispered.They both knew the answer. James’ parents slept in their room just above his. They were fucking.Delphia had often heard the sound of her own parents’ headboard, usually about this time of night, as they extracted their marital due, assuming their children were asleep. Delphia’s own mother was not shy about screeching her passion into the night. Her distinctive timbre was unmistakable. From childhood, Delphia knew and wondered over what caused her mother to moan and curse so uncharacteristically, accompanied by the rhythmically knocking headboard and her parents’ squeaking box spring. She knew, too, the sound of her father making positioning demands and his subsequent groans of satisfaction.James’ parents weren’t so verbal. They were Jehovah’s Witnesses. They fucked, but didn’t make a big production of it. James heard their bed squeaking sans the moaning, cursing and exorbitant sexual demands. James knew that his parents’ headboard would knock rhythmically for a time, faster and faster, until a final loud bump. After this there would be an eerie silence save for the sound of running water in the bathroom, muffled conversation, late night television and finally contented snoring.“Do you think they heard us?” Delphia wondered.“No.” James whispered.He knew that, if they had heard, they would be downstairs in a flash. There would be hell to pay. Delphia would be sent home. The rest of the night would be spent in prayer and recriminations.The truth, however, was that if they had heard James’ bed squeaking at four in the morning, James’ parents could never imagine the true reason for it. Such a thing was just impossible for their Christian home. That the girl next door might be downstairs with her cunt wrapped around their son’s cock would never occur to them.James’ phallus was still rock hard inside Delphia’s ass. He wanted to cum in the worst way.Delphia, however, was spooked by the realization that his parents were awake just upstairs, probably doing the same thing.“Jamesy, I’d better go,” she said.“Wait! Wait!” he cried, as she pulled away from him.James needed to finish. He was still several strokes away from completion.“No, James! I don’t want your mom to come down here and catch us. We can finish later!”James tried to hold her in place as he strove to empty himself inside her asshole. Delphia was insistent. She eased off his cock and reached down to snatch up her things. She knew that her friends were, at that moment, in her brother’s room doing god-knows-what. She also knew that it was time for her to go home. The knocking headboard upstairs had reached its zenith. Delphia wanted to be out of there before James’ parents, whom she always referred to respectfully as Mr. and Mrs. Kittridge, came back to reality. She couldn’t afford for them to catch her like this. James had already busted two nuts. She’d attend to him later.Fanny finds out.In the morning James dragged himself from bed. He was exhausted, burned beyond recognition from the Delphia blowjob sessions, his phallus a ragged piece of sausage dangling between his legs. His face was ashen, his demeanor listless. Yet James was wildly exuberant. For the first time in his life a raging erection failed to waken him from his slumber. He’d been righteously siphoned.Abby Kittridge, his mother, called him to breakfast and Bible study. James washed up, then dressed for the Sunday Kingdom Hall service. The morning’s exuberance slowly dissipated before his pangs of Christian conscience. He was sure that, at some point, his newfound mania for poonan would be found out by church authorities. Whereas before the loss of his virginity James was an eager participant in the family’s religious activities, he now dreaded attending meetings, convicted by the consciousness of sin.There was little he could do about it now. Delphia’s aromatic cunt called him daily with its siren’s song. He was going to answer that call come hell or high water. Yesterday’s blowjob sessions exposed him to new vistas of sensuality. What had she called it? Bukkake? The vision of his girlfriend’s face covered in white, creamy jism aroused him even now. She was a constant source of thrill. James had the Sunday meeting scheduled in the morning and field service planned for the entire afternoon.James had to admit that he’d rather be blown.James had an older sister, Fanny, still living at home. He had a younger sister and a younger brother, Jill and James, too. Of these, James was closest to Fanny. She looked at him now as they sat for breakfast, sensing something amiss. James was giving a weird vibe. He’d been acting strangely lately. Fanny made up her mind to approach him about it.The family finished breakfast together and headed off to Kingdom Hall. James was responsible for passing the microphone about as audience members recited pre-printed answers from the Watchtower magazine. There were no random doctrinal questions accepted from the random members of the congregation; only such questions as posed by the study coordinator were allowed. Such one-way conversations passed as Bible study.James was not paying attention in any case. He gave a perfunctory answer to paragraph ten from the study article. This was the minimum expected from such an up and comer.After the meeting James arranged with the elders (of which his father was one) to go out in field service. James did his bit to further the evangelical aims of the church. By the time they returned home it was almost five p.m. James headed straight to bed, foregoing dinner. Fanny took this as another sign. James always did have a good appetite.Fanny waited until their parents dressed for bed before approaching him. Several hours later James was dead asleep.“James. Jamesy! Wake up. We have to talk.”James rolled over. At first he thought it very late. He thought the hand rousting his shoulder was Delphia’s. How she’d gotten in without him leaving the back door open didn’t occur to him. In any case, James was ready to fuck. When he cracked his eyes open he found his older sister sitting alongside his bed. James was disappointed.“Hmm? What’s up, Nan? I was asleep here.”He rolled over. Fanny could see that he was massively erect. Not unusual for a young man, but such things weren’t discussed in the Kittridge household. Fanny looked away discreetly. Only then did James notice his boner.“Oh. Sorry,” he said, stuffing his phallus down the line of his thigh.“How do you live with those things?” Fanny laughed.James looked down in embarrassment. He ignored her comment.“What’s up, Nan?”Fanny got right to the point.“James, you’ve been acting strangely lately. Something’s wrong, I know it. Just spit it out. Whatever it is will remain between you and me.”James immediately knew what she was talking about. He also knew enough to withhold the requested information.“Nan, I’m good. Nothing’s wrong.”“James, don’t lie. I’ve known you too long. You’ve been spending a lot of time with Tony next door. I know he’s your friend, but he’s a worldly boy. He’s not one of us. Don’t let him get you into trouble.”It was true. Tony and James had been close friends since elementary school. The term “worldly” is not a compliment among Jehovah’s Witnesses; it is a pejorative. Fanny was close to the source of James’ issue, but far from its reality. She’d thought it was Tony when, in reality, it was his sister. In her wildest dreams Fanny could not imagine her brother addicted to love. He just wasn’t the type. If James admitted that Delphia had blown him repeatedly in their garage just yesterday, Fanny would not have believed him. It’s just not what Kittridge’s did.“Nan, why do you think something’s wrong?”“It’s little things you do, James. That answer you gave in Kingdom Hall this morning was straight out of the magazine. You didn’t think about it. You just parroted what was written. Your answers have always been more thoughtful. You’re not a parrot. You seem distant lately. Detached. I’m gonna ask you again. What’s wrong? You can tell me anything. You know that.”James considered full confession. His conscience was tormenting him. He knew he could trust Fanny to be discreet. She might harass him into making a full public confession, but this confession would go no further than she.“Nan, I’m just having some growing pains. I’m struggling with, you know, growing up.”This admission is a euphemism among Jehovah’s witnesses as a sexual issue. James glanced down at his subsiding boner as confirmation of the insinuation. Fanny suspected this. James had recently turned eighteen, fully in the danger zone for sexual immorality. Fanny had been there herself.Unbeknownst to James, Fanny was no virgin. She’d already been down the road James was currently traveling, had faltered, and now was standing tall again as a devout Christian. Four years back she’d bedded Tony’s cousin Bucky, not just once but on several clandestine occasions, never confessing her sin. Even their parents didn’t know. Now she was asking James to make just such a confession.She gazed into his eyes steadily, attempting to gauge the extent of his problem.James was torn. He knew he could trust Fanny. He also knew that she would press him to turn from his wicked ways. James wasn’t ready to do that. The phallus meandering its way down his thigh was doing his thinking for him. Nothing in the world could keep it from its appointed duties at the juncture of Delphia’s thighs. Nothing.“Fanny, I’m fine. I’m just dealing with guy issues, Okay?”“Are you masturbating?” Fanny pressed.Even this was a sin among Jehovah’s witnesses. James felt that he might throw her off the trail with this admission.“I have,” he said.“Did you tell dad?” she asked.“No.”“Okay, listen.” she confided. “When I was your age I masturbated, too. I still do it today, every once in a while. It’s tough waking up with that burn every morning, isn’t it?”James was shocked at his sister’s admission. Fanny was far and away the most devout young woman he knew. He didn’t know that the admission of such a small sin is usually an attempt to garner trust. Fanny was using this admission to get James to make the larger confession. She’d heard things about Tony next door, and his sister Delphia, too. She felt that if she made this admission, James would feel compelled to reciprocate.“Did you tell dad?” he asked.“No. I didn’t. I’m telling You. And I don’t expect you to tell him, either. You shouldn’t feel embarrassed. Everybody masturbates.”“But you could get into trouble!” James expostulated.“Not if you keep your mouth shut,” Fanny retorted.In James’ eyes this conversation cast Fanny in an entirely differently light. Formerly he’d viewed her through the standard JW lens, that is, she was on the road to being a Stepford wife and full-time minister of the Gospel, a pioneer. This, according to JW culture, is the highest aim of a JW woman. At the age of twenty she was sifting through the limited men available in the church (there being a 7-to-1 ratio of women to men). If she didn’t get married soon there was a strong possibility that she never would.Now James realized that Fanny lived with the same biological imperatives as he. She masturbates! She polishes her pearl! James knew that the step between masturbation and fornication is a small one. He began to envision his sister lying awake in bed, wet and sweaty, imagining her fingers to

Scandal at Kingdom Hall.In 8 parts, based on the works of Bardot1990. Listen to the ► Podcast at ExplicitNovels.In response to the vision of his girlfriend Delphia’s impending late night visit, James Kittridge’s phallus ballooned into a steely arc. If he touched himself now he would bust a nut and, in so doing, waste the better part of their first embrace in his fist. James much preferred the luxuriant clasp of Delphia’s thrusting Cunt and the exhilarating shriek of their youthful conjoinment. It had taken him a while to gain the necessary cock control to satisfy her cravings. James’ religion forbade extramarital sex. Having finally bought in to the concept of fornication, however, James was an eager participant.Next door, young Delphia bade her parents goodnight and crawled into bed. Dressed in a set of flannel pajamas, Delphia looked the part of the naive, virginal teenager off to dream dreams of sugarplums and Disney fairy princesses, though she was long past such childish fantasy. The young black girl had no intention of falling asleep. Delphia’s intentions were far more prurient. She knew her parents would stay up watching TV before heading off to bed themselves. She wanted them to be confident in the security of their home and hearth. Delphia’s brothers would drift off in their own time. By three a.m. their whole home would be wrapped in the embrace of Morpheus.Like James, Delphia was an eighteen-year-old high school senior. She wore her soft, black hair parted down the middle into two thick braids. She tied these off into a larger French braid resting between her shoulder blades. Her breasts were ripe with the fullness of youth, bouncing jauntily beneath her button down pajama top. Her pajama bottoms snapped tightly about her supple waist to encumber her widening behind. One could not see the taut muscles underlying her belly, but these were obvious. Delphia moved with the grace and assurance of a jungle cat.Now, as she lay back into bed, she struggled out of her pajama bottoms and, using a flashlight, took a Bic razor and some soap to the lush curls crisscrossing her nubile pubic mound. She needed to be freshly bald down there, believing it would fire James’ attention. Carefully, she scraped her vulva clean, taking special note of her most sensitive areas. She pried her labia majora open to ensure that no hidden patches of ebony thatch escaped her purview. A small, limber woman, Delphia was fully capable of doubling over to inspect her work, indeed, she was even capable of giving her throbbing clit the odd lick. She employed that talent tonight. The scent of her freshly shaven cunt assailed her nostrils.“He gonna lick me tonight,” she observed with a note of finality. (James enjoyed fellatio but was so far unwilling to reciprocate.) “He’s gonna lick it or I’m gonna know the reason why.”Taking this cue, Delphia tongued her clit diffidently until she reached the threshold of her deepest arousal. With the familiar electrical shock came the realization that she might be able to nut before heading next door. She took a look at the clock radio beside her bed. James would be expecting her in another two hours. Unlike he, Delphia could nut repeatedly without having to rest between sessions.The young girl relaxed a bit. Doubled over like this, knees pressed against her ears, she couldn’t really enjoy the orgasmic wave that had consumed her youth since the first silky black pubic hairs appeared on her mound a decade before. Delphia closed her eyes to re-imagine her most recent sexual experience. Using her middle finger, she twiddled her clitoris alive from its perch at the apex of her slit. She was already wet. Her clit blossomed upward like a small marble. She stroked it opulently between her index finger and middle fingers as it swelled. Her arousal grew. Delphia struggled to quell groans of ecstasy. When the moment came she inserted both fingers and drifted aloft with a silent crash and a sigh. Her legs straightened. Her hips churned. Her entire body racked with spasms. Bright lights flickered wildly in her dome. After several more lingering pelvic thrusts (each more viciously strident than the one prior) Delphia passed out. She slept. Only the glowing flashlight under her blanket bore testimony to Delphia’s masturbatory fecundity.Delphia and James had been neighbors since grade school. They’d been at odds for much of that time. He threw dirt-bombs at her; she teased him about the small size of his head and sometimes called him ‘Jane'. James also came from a family of Jehovah’s Witnesses. He wouldn’t stand for the Pledge of Allegiance in school. On Saturdays he could be found knocking doors with colorful pamphlets in hand and a pre-rehearsed Bible schpiel. Young Delphia was not above mocking him for these “aberrations” from the norm.With the onset of puberty this dynamic began to change. The teasing became less personal, more friendly. Childhood enemies often make the best of friendships.Their homes were cookie cutter versions of suburbia; split level, with an upstairs, a mid-point kitchen/dining room/living room section and a spacious family room downstairs, complete with a fireplace. Four bedrooms, three baths. The downstairs in both homes also contained a guest bedroom and a utility room for the washer and the dryer. James slept in the downstairs bedroom in his home, well away from the other members of his family.The utility room in both homes had a backdoor and a set of stairs leading up to ground level. This portal was used by the teens to travel between homes. It was easy enough to open the doors from the inside and step out undetected. Delphia could leave her door unlatched and return in the same manner. Her problem would be mounting the steps back upstairs to her room. She could always claim she’d been in the kitchen.Now fast asleep, Delphia dreamt of her first sexual encounter with James just a few weeks back. It had been James’ first ever visit to a woman’s southern split. Delphia, by way of contrast, had any number of such encounters under her belt.In their case, they’d been playing “Whirlpool” in a neighbor’s above ground, circular pool. The game entailed a group of kids moving in unison around the perimeter of the pool such that a current is created; a whirlpool. The current eventually wafts the whole group along, kind of like a Lazy River. James trailed Delphia in the group. Reaching back for him under the water, Delphia repeatedly and disingenuously gripped his crotch through his swimming trunks. None of the other kids noticed. James certainly did. He jerked away from Delphia’s first few forays, embarrassed at her attentions, thinking that she was gripping his cock accidentally. She was not.Finally the moment came when Delphia gripped his erect phallus in her palm and did not let go. James allowed himself to be surreptitiously dragged along the whirlpool route by his cock. His eyes crisscrossed. He drew breath in great bolts. As a Christian, for James even masturbation was a sin. The other teenagers giggled and laughed as the current swirled them about, not noticing Delphia’s grip. James swept along in a fog of pubescent lust.And when Delphia drew him closer and pointed his erect phallus into the split in her bikini bottoms, James was on the verge of catastrophe. His baggy shorts served to partially disguise his boner, though one could see his immense erection beneath the sparkling pool waters if one had seen fit to look for it.She positioned him carefully behind her so as not to attract attention. No one would have suspected them to be so bold in such a public setting. But here they were, in a crowd of other chattering teens, mashing their pelvises together.James pressed a full inch of his cockhead into Delphia’s wettened crack before he came. She felt him surge, sway and soften. There’d been no skin-to-skin contact. James only succeeded in pressing fabric from their bathing suits into her slit, although he had felt her cunt lips widen before snapping tightly about the helm of his cock. This, more than anything, triggered his ejaculate. This, and the fact that he’d never been this close to heaven before.For her part, Delphia was amazed at his girth. Having accidentally witnessed his dangling cock some months back as he changed shorts at a basketball game, Delphia’s view of her long-time neighbor abruptly changed. No more of this “pseudo-sibling” stuff. She’d titillated and teased him since that time to just this end. Now he’d parted her labia and left his seed adrift in chlorinated pool water and the fabric of her bikini bottoms. She didn’t intend to have the next step take so long. She’d glanced over her shoulder at him that day.“I can give you the real thing, if you want,” she whispered, adding this tempting offer to the sexual maelstrom swirling in his head.That evening James attended Kingdom Hall with his family. They returned home and were asleep by 11 p.m. Three hours later James was standing outside Delphia’s second story window, tossing pebbles to awaken her. She popped up immediately.“Text me!” she mouthed silently, pointing to her phone.Ten minutes later she’d scampered up the backstairs, barefoot, and rushed into his arms. He guided her to a dark spot in his backyard behind his garage. They kissed passionately before James snatched her about, yanked her pajama bottoms down and bent her over into the same position she’d been in the pool, except now her hind parts were exposed. Frantically, he’d shoved his cock past her crop of curly pubic hair and into her cunt proper. No bikini bottoms blocked his access to her goodies this time. James fumbled about, found and penetrated her sex opening with a phallus made of granite. Ten seconds later he’d spasmed, splurted and slumped; like a newbie. Delphia felt the crawly flood of his semen trickling down her thighs with a measure of gratitude.It was about time.James held Delphia in place as he’d emptied himself. His balls expanded and contracted, balloon-like, as he pumped jism into her Cunt. When he finally extricated himself, a huge dollop of semen plopped from her behind and splashed earthward, soiling her pajama bottoms. Delphia was horrified. Her mother was sure to notice. Only now did she seem to realize her peril. Delphia gathered herself and ran home, pausing in the downstairs bathroom to scrub her pajama bottoms with hot water. She also took a hot washcloth to her Cunt. Rawdog sex has a noticeable odor.Delphia packaged her pajama bottoms away, afraid to hang them up or put them in the dryer. She planned to wash her things after her parents left for work in the morning.The young girl was not unhappy. Even though her intended had left her bereft, they’d finally done the deed ten years in the making. James would gain stamina with time, she knew. Ten seconds? She chuckled to herself. She hadn’t believed he could go that long on the first try.As she was replaying the event in her mind, her cell phone lit up. It was him.“Come back down!” he texted.She popped her head into her window. He was still down there, in the cut, a shadow among the shadows, his face lit up by the phosphorescent glow of his smart phone.Thrilled at his boldness, Delphia slipped from her bed and ran to him again, sneaking out through the utility room doorway. This time she wore no panties. She found him with a huge, unrequited boner, one of the perks of the newly initiated. Brashly, she’d lifted her leg and reached down to guide his cock into her cunt, fucking face to face as they kissed, dragging her hirsute vulva up and down the length of his shaft with the fury of her passion. When she felt him begin to tremble and quake she was nowhere near completion. She hopped off his cock, knelt, and took his phallus into her throat. It was his first blowjob.It was time to move him along into newer things.James was, again, transfixed. He’d never seen a porn movie, indeed, had no clue about the joys of fellatio save for the locker room rumors he’d overheard. As might be expected, it was not a subject fit for a Christian home. James knew from this first experience that this new thing was sure to free him from worry over the prospect of preg-Fanny.James stood before the kneeling girl, emptying his batch into her gullet. This time there was no spillage. He’d held the top of her head and her underjaw in place as he pumped a load of jizz down her throat. Delphia who, unlike James, had seen a number porn movies in her time, slurped up every drop of his semen. James staggered backward, arms flailing, almost blinded by the force of his delivery. Delphia was pleased. She suckled his cock tenderly until it softened in her mouth. When he finished erupting, she eased back from his cock. She tucked it away for him. He slumped.Now standing over him, she pushed him to his knees and offered her protruding clitoris to his tongue as if it were a cock. Shocked, James scrambled backwards. Delphia seemed to anticipate this. Maybe cunnilingus was a bit too much for the first night.She stood him aloft and kissed him deeply. Then she turned, scampered home and crawled into bed. She felt sticky and hot “down there,” but was nowhere near sated. Instead, she reached southward and began to finger herself opulently. She needed a top off.She’d been masturbating languidly for fifteen minutes when her cell phone lit up. Delphia knew it was James before picking up the phone. Ten minutes later her cunt was again filled with cock. This time James lasted a full two minutes before succumbing to yet another crippling climax. He’d wanted to enjoy Delphia’s fellatio once more before the night waned, but his cock had other ideas. Enveloped in the rapturous joy of her cunt, James couldn’t bring himself to pull out. He erupted just as Delphia was entering the tremble phase of her womanly orgasm. She had not snapped tourniquet tight about his thickness, but she was getting there.Delphia scampered home again, through the wet grass, dripping with semen. This time she finished her top off using her middle and ring fingers, imagining these to be James’ phallus. Afterward, the odor of their sex lingered on her fingertips. Delphia smiled lazily.“That was good!” she mused.All in all, that first encounter had been the most sensational sexual experience of both their young lives. Delphia harkened back to that evening now even as she prepared for another such tryst. They’d graduated from fucking in the wet backyard grass to cowgirl in the Kittridge family minivan to late night meetups in James’ downstairs bedroom. James’ parents slept directly upstairs.Things were moving along nicely.James, however, existed in a torment of indecision. He was a fornicator! Save for the term ‘apostate’, there is no more pejorative term in the Jehovah’s Witness lexicon. If anyone in his church caught wind of his extra-curricular sexual activities, he would be ex-communicated so fast! Even his family would shun him. No days passed in which James did not make a concrete determination to curtail his secretive sex life with Delphia. He planned to stop fornicating cold turkey and repent quietly without drawing attention to himself.These concrete resolutions usually lasted until the sun went down that day.Then Delphia’s cunt, like some mind altering drug, rose up to encumber him. The two of them met in all manner of locations, taking risk after risk to sate their monstrous teen sexual appetites. They even managed to have sex in their neighbor’s above ground pool at mid-day, in the midst of all their friends, without getting caught. James learned to push Delphia’s bikini bottoms to the side.Of late Delphia had been more and more insistent upon her desire for tongue. She liked having her cunt sucked. James liked getting sucked, too. He just could not bring himself to return the favor. Nor was he inclined to kiss her after ejaculating in her mouth. Try as she might, Delphia could not get him past these mystical barriers. Too, he seemed put off by her pubescent bush, almost fearful of tasting the full measure of her sexual goods. At least that’s how Delphia viewed his reticence.“What’s wrong with my cunt?” she mused. “It’s good enough for a cock, ain’t it? Besides, I’d like to see him swallow a bucket fulla cum. I bet-chu if I stop sucking his cock he’ll figure it out soon enough.”It was Thursday. James and his family spent the better part of the evening at Kingdom Hall where James gave a fifth student talk. This was a particular honor for one so young. James was a highly respected brother in his church. He was seen as an “up and comer,” soon to be on the Ministerial Servant track and then, hopefully, an elder.James stumbled up to the podium, Bible in hand. Knowing of his secret sin, he was fearful that at any moment a bolt of lightning might strike him down. He was a fornicator desecrating the House of the Lord! His conscience raged against him.James parroted a five-minute speech from one of the Watchtower Society’s publications before returning to his seat. He spent the rest of the meeting daydreaming about Delphia, pressing his Bible into his lap to hide the erection burgeoning there. His mother wondered after him. He’d been acting strangely of late.Returning home, James crawled into bed that night and began the countdown to ecstasy. His phallus had been uncomfortably hard, more or less, since his ruminations during the Kingdom Hall Service Meeting. It had been almost four days since he’d last been with his beloved. Teenaged madness was fully upon him. The two-hour wait before Delphia’s visit seemed an age. When he finally drifted off, visions of their first encounter danced in his brain. He recalled his early pre-mature capitulation that evening. James smiled to himself.“I’ve got a lot more stamina than that now.”James was just getting to the best part of his incessant “sex with Delphia” wet dreams. She was naked atop him, riding his phallus like a diminutive Kentucky Derby jockey. Black nipples fully erect, her luscious tits swung back and forth before him in conjunction with the opulent rotations of her ass. She climaxed repeatedly under the rhythmic concussions of his violent thrusting. Each time he sensed the onset of her shiver he blasted her cunt with further shrieking jets of semen. James never seemed to run short of this psychotropic effluent.James reveled in this vision. Their exhilarating sex life was the only thing oppressing his Christian conscience. He was willing to risk his whole life, his friends and his family for the chance to penetrate any of Delphia’s snapping orifices.A tap on his window brought him about. It was Delphia. She’d been waiting at the door to the utility room. James bolted from his bed to let her in.Not willing to wait for the seven-foot walk to James’ bedroom, they rushed in each other’s arms, kissing passionately as they fumbled at each other’s genitalia. Neither of them wore underwear. James was spectacularly erect. He was astounded to find Delphia’s vulva devoid of pubic hair, bald as an egg, slit dripping with yolk. He drew back to gaze admiration into her eyes. Del

In this episode of Healthy Mind, Healthy Life, host Avik engages in an insightful conversation with Delphia, an award-winning HR and Diversity & Inclusion leader with over two decades of experience. Delphia, the Chief Inclusion Officer at Oakridge National Laboratory and the CEO of The House Installations, shares her expertise on how leading with inclusion can transform workplace environments. They discuss the crucial connection between inclusive practices and mental well-being, emphasizing how fostering a sense of belonging can significantly enhance employee productivity and overall health. Delphia also provides valuable insights from her new book, Including You: Leading Inclusion from Where You Are, offering practical strategies for creating inclusive cultures that enrich both professional and personal lives.

The AI startup scene is bonkers. Investors are pouring so much money into AI startup companies that some of those businesses are making unsubstantiated AI claims. We explore stories of a few companies that weren't as AI-focused as they initially claimed to be.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

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I 2017 ble to tenåringsjenter drept på tur i skogen, i 2022 ble en mann arrestert for drapene. Først tilsto han før han nå skylder på en religiøs gruppe, Odinismen, for å ha drept jentene. Vi diskuterer saken. Hvis du liker Krimprat med Lise og Fiona så følg oss gjerne på Facebook og instagram for enda mer Krimprat og diskusjoner rundt saker. Bli gjerne med i Facebookgruppen vår - Krimprat med Lise og Fiona.Har du tips eller ønsker til episode kan vi kontaktes på Krimprat(at)outlook.comVi slipper 3 episoder i mnd på appen Untold  og 1 episode på åpent. Last ned appen Untold for å lytte.Musikk : Musikk: Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com) icensed under Creative Commons: By Attribution 3.0 Licensehttp://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0/

Enhancing Beer with AI and Dynamic Pricing in the Food Industry---**Introduction:**- Welcome to "AI for Everyone," your podcast exploring the intersection of artificial intelligence and various industries.---**Segment 1: AI Brewing Beer**- Researchers in Belgium, led by Prof. Kevin Verstrepen from KU Leuven University, are utilizing artificial intelligence (AI) to enhance the taste of beers while emphasizing the continued importance of brewer expertise.- Analysis includes examining properties of 250 commercial Belgian beers, such as alcohol content, pH, sugar concentration, and over 200 flavor-related compounds.- Machine learning models predict beer taste and appreciation based on composition, leading to improved ratings across metrics when commercial beers are enhanced using substances identified by the models.- Potential applications include improving non-alcoholic beers, but the skill of brewers remains crucial in implementing changes.---**Segment 2: Dynamic Pricing**- Wendy's new CEO, Kirk Tanner, announced plans to implement dynamic pricing to increase margin opportunities, sparking criticism from consumers concerned about potential unfairness, especially for lower-income families.- Despite initial concerns, Wendy's clarified their intention to focus on customer advantages through digital menu boards for flexible display of featured items, leveraging AI for price changes and suggestive selling to increase profits.---**Segment 3: AI Washing**- SEC Chair Gary Gensler coined the term "AI washing," likening it to deceptive practices, as some companies mislead investors by exaggerating AI capabilities or usage.- Reasons for AI washing include companies wanting to capitalize on AI's trendiness without clearly communicating its actual capabilities or integration into their operations.- Consequences of AI washing include crackdowns by regulatory bodies like the SEC, leading to fines for companies misrepresenting AI capabilities, such as Delphia and Global Predictions.---Get intouch with Myles at mylesdhillon@gmail.com

The demands of caregiving cause emotional and physical stress on the millions of caregivers across the country. It's common to feel angry, frustrated, worn out, or sad. And it's common to feel alone. Caregiver stress can put caregivers at risk of changes in their health leading to 1 in 17 dementia caregivers dying by suicide. In this episode of Caregiver Crossing, talk with Delphia Bowser, therapist, and caregiver for her aging mother. Delphia shares with us her caregiving journey and how she has found some peace for her mental health through therapy and her faith.Show notes:www.joyshouse.orgwww.caregivercrossingradio.orgEmail TinaEmail SarahVisit Caregiver WaySee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

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Who is Delphia Welford? It sounds like she's from Pennsylvania, for sure. Even though she died in 1992, she is just now being added to the top 10 list. She was the 2nd oldest living person, behind Jeanne Calment for a couple of years. Now, she is the tenth longest-lived person, at 117 years, 66 days, living from September 9, 1875 to November 14, 1992. Read the full post at: http://RunningAFEVER.com Photo courtesy of Gerontology Research Group, http://grg-supercentenarians.org  

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Historian and author Heather Cox Richardson is out with a new book, Democracy Awakening: Notes on the State of America. Richardson is hopeful, though a thorough reading of history does not invite a particularly blithe posture. Plus, Philadelphia is hit with a spate of looting and a surprising judicial ruling. And Vivek Ramaswamy has the clever comeback at the ready. Interested in checking out Mike's live appearance on The Wrong Take with Lou Perez in Rutherford, New Jersey on Friday. Click here. Produced by Joel Patterson and Corey Wara Email us at thegist@mikepesca.com To advertise on the show, visit: https://advertisecast.com/TheGist Subscribe to The Gist Subscribe: https://subscribe.mikepesca.com/ Follow Mikes Substack at: Pesca Profundities | Mike Pesca | Substack Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

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Andrew Peek is the co-founder and CEO of Delphia, a data-driven consumer insights platform with a vision of unlocking financial prosperity for people. Using a proprietary algorithm, Delphia enables people to invest their data as an asset and make stock selections based on predictions up to seven financial quarters in the future. Delphia's AI investment strategy aims to outperform the market, giving members the opportunity to benefit from their data. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Miguel Armaza sits down with Latif Peracha, General Partner at M13, a venture capital firm with over $900M of Assets Under Management, focused on enabling technologies that power the future of consumer behavior. Latif is in charge of the investing strategy for M13 and leads the Web3 and fintech verticals, with investments in companies like Rho, Lightning Labs, Solana, Nori, Delphia and many more.He was previously a Managing Director at Virgin Group where he led investing in the Americas and worked directly with Richard Branson.We discuss:Investing in the future of money and how companies at the intersection of financial services and web3 are modernizing established markets, while building industries of the futureHow M13 analyzes the long-term potential of a business and looks for visionary leaders in industries with significant tailwinds when making investment decisionsM13 remains bullish on crypto, but it's gonna take courage for investors to continue backing companies in the category through uncertainty and volatilityWhat Latif learned working with Richard Branson and whether every entrepreneur should aspire to be like Richard… and a lot more!Want more podcast episodes? Join me and follow Fintech Leaders today on Apple, Spotify, or your favorite podcast app for weekly conversations with today's global leaders that will dominate the 21st century in fintech, business, and beyond.Do you prefer a written summary, instead? Check out the Fintech Leaders newsletter and join 50,000+ readers and listeners worldwide!Miguel Armaza is Co-Founder & Managing General Partner of Gilgamesh Ventures, a seed-stage investment fund focused on fintech in the Americas. He also hosts and writes the Fintech Leaders podcast and newsletter.Miguel on LinkedIn: https://bit.ly/3nKha4ZMiguel on Twitter: https://bit.ly/2Jb5oBcFintech Leaders Newsletter: bit.ly/3jWIpqp

Michael Zargham, founder and CEO of BlockScience and Board Member of the Metagov Project, shares his views on how Blockchain and other emerging technologies are making new ways of organizing possible. Yet, Michael believes that, so far, we are not  fully using the potential of these affordances to create something new.  Smart contracts are becoming widespread, but does the relationship between crypto and organizing stop there? What's next? Which new “non-familiar” possibilities of design will we see unlocked in the next few years? Michael describes how systems designers will need to be humble and leave space for systems to evolve through enabling constraints. He also believes that the gap between the complexity of organizational design and transparency of decision-making is closing through “healthy DAOs”, blurring the line between those making the rules and those acting upon the rules.      Michael holds a Ph.D. in systems engineering from the University of Pennsylvania where he studied optimization and control of decentralized networks. Thanks to his experience, Michael Zargham has a non-common point of view on designing beyond the machine. Remember that you can always find transcripts and key highlights of the episode on our website: boundaryless.io/podcast/michael-zargham   Key highlights:   

Welcome back to another podcast episode! I'm excited about today's interview! Join me as I interview Latif Peracha, General Partner of M13. You don't want to miss this interview.Latif Peracha is a General Partner at M13, a leading early-stage venture capital firm with $900M of AUM deploying its third fund ($400M) in enabling technologies that power the future of consumer behavior. Latif manages the overall investment strategy for M13 and leads the Web3 and fintech strategy for the firm which includes investments in Rho, Lightning Labs, Solana, Nori, and Delphia among many other companies and networks. The broader M13 portfolio includes Lyft, Daily Harvest, and Ring.M13 is an early-stage consumer technology fund focused on investing in enabling technologies that power the future of money, work, health, and commerce. This includes web3, which we believe is a horizontal technology that permeates across these four vertical areas. We invest at the Seed, Series A, and Series B stages and support our companies through our propulsion platform across the key functions of brand, data, people, and operations. Without further ado, let's get into it!Check out the M13 website: https://m13.co/Full Show Notes at: https://newtocrypto.io/ SUBSCRIBE, RATE, & REVIEW:Apple Podcast: https://newtocrypto.io/itunesGoogle Podcasts: https://newtocrypto.io/google-podcastsSpotify: https://newtocrypto.io/spotifyFOLLOW ON SOCIAL MEDIA:Twitter: @CryptoTravels5Instagram: @cryptotravelsmichaelEmail: show[at]newtocrypto[dot]ioWe are very happy to announce our sponsor.This episode is brought to you by DealFleaux.ioDealFleaux.io was created to connect intentional founders with intentional capital. If you are a project looking to raise capital or an investor/fund looking for vetted projects then visit https://dealfleaux.io/ to apply to work with us.We are industry agnostic and have a team of qualified connectors who have worked for funds in various industries including blockchain, real estate, and tech. Our team is here to help complete your raise or connect you to the right opportunity. The application takes 3 minutes. Visit https://dealfleaux.io/ to get started. The New to Crypto Podcast is designed to guide you through the crypto landscape with pinpoint accuracy. New episodes are added daily. Be sure to subscribe to the podcast and listen to all of the episodes to help you in your cryptocurrency journey.I'd love to hear from you! Email me at show@newtocrypto.io and let's chat.LEAVE A REVIEW + help someone who wants to grow their understanding of cryptocurrency by sharing this episode.DISCLAIMER:New To Crypto is a podcast for entertainment purposes only. All opinions expressed by the hosts and guests should not be considered financial advice. Views expressed by guests and the host do not reflect the views of the show. Listeners should perform their own research. Sponsorships, which are clearly disclosed, are informational in nature and do not constitute a call to action to purchase cryptocurrency. This channel does not offer the purchase or sale of securities. New to Crypto Podcast is not responsible, directly or indirectly, for any damage or loss caused by, alleged to be caused by, or in connection with the use of, or reliance on any content, goods, or services mentioned in this published media.Support the show:

Andrew Peek is the Co-founder and CEO at Delphia, a membership-based investment collective where people pool their data to gain access to exclusive investment strategies. After selling his previous startup to Shopify, he purchased a Toronto-based research lab with the mission of helping people derive benefit from their data. He went on to steer the lab's novel predictive methods toward the forecasting of capital markets, partnering with some of the top minds in quantitative investing along the way to form Delphia and help people turn their data into capital. In this EP we discuss the origins of Delphia; Andrew's passion for predicting the future; the idea of investing with one's data; Delphia's impressive track record of raising near $80 million in venture funding; and much more. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Stacy Wakefield, VP of Marketing at Delphia, discusses her biggest new marketing challenge: building a Web3 brand and community. She explains the complexities of managing risk and compliance and how Web3 differs from Web2 marketing tactics.  In this episode we discuss:  Importance of marketing team building strong working relationships across product and compliance departments Ways to collect direct feedback from your audience including user interviews and platforms like Discord The shift to building community as a tactic for mainstream user adoption Guest Bio:  Stacy Wakefield is the VP of Marketing at Delphia, an investment platform that lets you invest your money and your data. Stacy has spent her whole career in digital marketing primarily in Fintech at brands like Credit Karma, Credit Sesame and SoFi. Stacy's biggest new marketing challenge is building a web3 brand at Delphia and learning about the exciting and mysterious world of crypto.  ------------------------------------------------------ About this Show: The Brave Marketer Podcast is hosted by Donny Dvorin, VP, Head of Sales at Brave Software - the makers of the privacy-respecting browser with a built-in ads platform that rewards users for their attention with the Basic Attention Token. Brave is at the forefront of a new online privacy frontier and has unique insights into the future of marketing and advertising in a cookieless world.  Music by: Ari Dvorin

Joe O'Donnell and John Mita recap the Birds SNF win as well as the Phillies run to the NLCS.

On today's show we welcome special guest, Delphia's Andrew Peek. Delphia runs an algorithmic investing strategy powered by machine learning.  On the show, Andrew discusses: -Predicting fundamental data using AI to drive investment alpha -Which fundamentals their algorithm trades on -How humans can incorporate machine learning into their investment process -What he finds most compelling about capital markets -And more  

Larry Florio (@LarryFlorio) is General Counsel at Delphia Technologies Inc., one of the most innovative data-drive investment DAO projects in the world. Larry previously held senior counsel roles with several prominent blockchain-focused software developers. In this conversation, we cover business goals vs legal goals, the 80/20 principal, and how crypto law is developing. Show highlights: [1:20] Genesis block [4:00] TradFi [8:30] Privacy [11:00] Business mindset in a legal role [20:00] Get comfortable being uncomfortable [26:00] Delphia [36:00] How Larry starts each day [41:00] Life online [48:00] @thing3_xyz [54:00] Habits & advice & much more. If you enjoyed this episode, please consider leaving a review. You can subscribe to our newsletter to stay updated on the latest episodes. Disclaimer: Jacob Robinson and his guests are not your lawyer. Nothing herein or mentioned on the Law of Code podcast should be construed as legal advice. The material published is intended for informational, educational, and entertainment purposes only. Please seek the advice of counsel, and do not apply any of the generalized material to your individual facts or circumstances without speaking to an attorney.

They told me I was mad when I suggested there might be a race of evil magic-using serpent men living underneath Providence, Rhode Island. Well who's mad now?! Join me as I break down the Call of Cthulhu scenario "The Darkness Beneath the Hill" for players and keepers, then discuss the scenario with my player Rachel who is dabbling in Call of Cthulhu for the first time! This episode is sure to make your organ moan! Check out my other podcasts Follow me on Twitter Follow me on Instagram Follow Rachel on Twitter Learn about the Nutty Putty cave system (Viewer discretion advised!) Watch Seth Skorkowsky's review on YouTube

On today's Episode of The G Talk Podcast, we have Tasia, Delphia, and Roger in the building! We are out in Goodlettsville at the lovely home of Tasia. We begin with thoughts on push gifts, then we get into the news week (5:10). Tasia updates us on her life since she's last been on the pod (45:40). Delphia tells us a few of her crazy stories she's had in her life (01:13:06). We close with our thoughts on where situationships go wrong (01:29:05). This is a good one folks, share with another fellow young adult. News breaks, hot takes, and adult aches!   Music: After Party x Ne-Yo, Still Believe x PJ Morton ft. Jill Scott & Alex Isley)

In this episode, Angie again discusses ancestral trauma, this time through the lens of her paternal grandmother's life experience. Death and relocation paired with the grim reality of the Great Depression shaped her childhood and young adulthood.

Hoo boy... This week we're celebrating wholesome American inbreeding values while we discuss “Home”! Glen Morgan and James Wong are back, and they came back with a bang, not a whimper. We're talking the incredible amount of inappropriately-timed flirting in this delightfully nasty episode, how much we love sunny daytime horror, impatient Chekov's booby trap, Scully's mom vibes, and wonder how this one got past the censors. Somebody was sleeping on the job this week, and we are not complaining. We've got an absolutely action-packed FBI Do this week, Amanda reveals her down-homey accent she's been prepping for a while, point out the similarities to the evil Resident Evil 8 house, and we do get down to business and discuss the thematic subtext for a while, because we love discussing themes and narratives here on Scully Nation. And we end with Chris Carter's personalized message about “Home”: Listen, guys, this one is on Glen and James. Don't email me about it. I had nothing to do with this.P.S. Let us know if you have any exciting/horrifying stories about watching "Home" for the first time!Send us an email at scullynationpod@gmail.com or follow us on Twitter and Instagram!

Sources:A message from Coinbase CEO and Cofounder, Brian ArmstrongPussy Riot, Political Action and the Future of DAOsNifty News: Lacoste's luxury DAO, Bill Gates slams Bored Apes and more‘Data DAO' Delphia raises $60M Series A led by Multicoin CapitalChase Chapman on TwitterConnect with SkyDXdaoTwitterConnect with AdamTwitterMIDAO

On this episode, Nate discusses competition reform in Canada with a panel of guests made up of Vass Bednar, Robin Shaban and Denise Hearn. All three have recently spoken at the House of Commons Industry Committee, and have stressed that competition reform should be a priority for our government. Denise Hearn is currently a Senior Fellow at the American Economic Liberties Project and co-lead of the Access to Markets initiative. She also serves as Board Chair of The Predistribution Initiative which aims to improve investment structures and practices to address systemic risks like inequality, biodiversity loss, and climate change.Vass Bednar is a public policy entrepreneur working at the intersection of technology and public policy. Her work is interdisciplinary with a focus on ensuring that we have the regulatory structures we need to embrace the future of work and new ways of living.  She has held leadership roles at Delphia, Airbnb, Queen's Park, the City of Toronto, and the University of Toronto.Robin Shaban is the co-founder and senior economist of Vivic Research, an economic consulting firm serving advocates, think tanks, governments, labour unions, and other agents engaged in the development of public policy. They are also a co-founder and director of the Canadian Anti-Monopoly Project (CAMP), which advocates for policy conducive to a more democratic economy

Delphai is using your data to beat the stock market. Today, the stock market is about having an information edge. Hedge funds use satellite imagery of Walmart parking lots and AI that crawls Twitter to bet on a company's returns. Delphai has it's own information edge: your data. Joe and Andrew Peek, Co-Founder and CEO of Delphia, get into why users would give Delphai access to their data - from Venmo transactions to Robinhood trading - Andrew's journey from software and boutique hotels to blockchain and fintech, and how causal forecasting could to much more than 'just' beat the market. You'll also hear how Andrew attracts top talent by building great teams, how your long term goal is your North Star, and how what Andrew imagines Delphai's users could do with their data edge over the next 20 years. If you're looking to build your own big data bet you'll need the best developers. You need Lemon. When you want to scale quickly, finding the right support is hard and it slows you down. But with Lemon, the process is made quick and easy with hundreds of developers who've been vetted and tested. You'll get a match within 48-hours, ready to work straight away. Sign up today and get matched at https://lemon.io/ (Lemon.io) If you love listening to Just Raised, please leave me a 5-star review on Rate My Podcast: https://ratethispodcast.com/justraised (https://ratethispodcast.com/justraised) Thank you so much! Follow Andrew: LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/drupeek (linkedin.com/in/drupeek) Twitter: https://twitter.com/drupeek (twitter.com/drupeek) Check out the Just Raised newsletter: https://bit.ly/3Ghj2tY (https://bit.ly/3Ghj2tY) Stay up-to-date on all things Just Raised: https://workweek.com/brand/just-raised/ (https://workweek.com/brand/just-raised/) or follow Joe Sweeny on Twitter: http://twitter.com/JoeySweeny (twitter.com/JoeySweeny) And if you're a fan of Acquired, Invest Like The Best, Business Breakdowns or 20VC, you'll love Just Raised

The startup's “share-to-earn” data token model will reward users for contributing valuable information, which it will then use to help its model better pick stocks.

The startup's “share-to-earn” data token model will reward users for contributing valuable information, which it will then use to help its model better pick stocks.

IN THIS EPISODE, YOU'LL LEARN:08:16 - The basics of quant investing.15:54 - The commoditization of the approach has led to a “Quant Winter”.18:52 - How size and scale applies to the strategies.47:39 - How machine learning is playing a bigger role in the quant approach.1:02:03 - The economic framework Jonathan has devised after decades of research.And much much more!BOOKS AND RESOURCESDelphia Website.Active Portfolio Investing Book.Asset Pricing Book.Trey Lockerbie Twitter.Preston, Trey & Stig's tool for picking stock winners and managing our portfolios: TIP Finance Tool.If you're new to the show and don't know where to begin listening, check out our We Study Billionaires Starter Packs.Donate to GiveWell's recommended charities and have your donation matched up to $1,000 before the end of August or as long as matching funds last if you've never donate before. Pick PODCAST and We Study Billionaires or enter code TIP at checkout.Make it simple to hire and manage remote employees across all 50 states with Justworks.You can see eczema on the surface of your skin, but there may also be irritation below that you can't see. Discover Eucrisa as it works both above and below the skin to treat eczema in adults and children 3 months of age and older.Switch to Mint Mobile and get premium wireless service, starting at JUST $15 bucks a month, and get the plan shipped to your door for FREE.Make your home safe with Simplisafe and get 40% off today. Indoor and outdoor cameras, comprehensive sensors, you name it.Get $50 to split across the top five stocks by market cap in the S&P 500 the new Schwab Starter Kit™. That's companies you actually recognize like Amazon, Apple, and Google. Check out Schwab.com/StarterKit to learn more!Get access to some of the most sought-after real estate in the U.S. with Crowdstreet.Be part of the solution by investing in companies that are actively engaged in integrating ESG practices with Desjardins.Canada's #1 employee benefits plan for small businesses! The Chambers Plan evolves with the way you work and live while keeping the rates stable. Opt for the simple, stable, and smart choice for your business.Optimize your payments infrastructure, simplify expansion plans, and create new revenue streams for your business with Stripe. Join millions of companies from all sizes. Learn more and get started today!Every 28 seconds an entrepreneur makes their first sale on Shopify. Access powerful tools to help you find customers, drive sales, and manage your day-to-day. Start a FREE fourteen-day trial right now!Yieldstreet allows you to invest beyond the stock market with an evolving marketplace of alternative investments. Create your account today.Browse through all our episodes (complete with transcripts) here.Support our free podcast by supporting our sponsors.HELP US OUT!What do you love about our podcast? Here's our guide on how you can leave a rating and review for the show. We always enjoy reading your comments and feedback!See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

WQED-FM's Jim Cunningham spoke with Rachel Delphia, The Alan G. and Jane A. Lehman Curator of Decorative Arts and Design at the Carnegie Museum of Art, about the famous Presepio as well as the Carnegie Trees.   

Today on Feminine Roadmap survivor Delphia Brewton shares how she is bringing hope for survivors of domestic abuse. Delphia begins with her own powerful story of overcoming abuse and the importance of how her company is helping women escape domestic abuse across the United States. After fleeing her abuser Delphia began to build her company Blessings From My Heart to Your Table, a catering company that employs survivors of domestic violence. Her mission is to create an environment that is conducive to their health and healing that is validating. Blessings helps these women to build their confidence not only by employing them but teaching them the skill of creating complex food dishes. As these women grow in their skill, they grow in their ability to stand confidently on their own two feet and build a better future for themselves and their family. Delphia's company surrounds these women with the services they need, financial stability and marketable skills. Her mission is on the move to help 100 families and if you want to be a part of this mission connect with BlessingsCatering.org today. If you or someone you know is in need, here is a place to start to journey of hope and freedom. Grab a cuppa something wonderful and join us for this amazing story today. If you enjoyed this episode, please remember to subscribe, rate, and share this podcast! Thank you!

A lot of companies talk about the value of your data, and about helping you get more control over the information you share, but Toronto-based Delphia is unique in aiming to build a viable, sustainable and scalable way to take a person's data and turn that into real monetary gain.