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Single Women Seek Instruction In Fellatio Arts.Based on a post by TheDoctah. Listen to the ►Podcast at Steamy Stories.We finished the wine bottle, well what else were we going to do with it? My wife's straight-laced friends were getting giggly. The four of us had been having a good time.“Spin The Bottle!” they shouted at once, before dissolving into giggles.“You want to play spin the bottle,” I asked. “How's that going to work? I notice that there are three women and one guy at this party, and the guy is married to one of the women. Or have you all gone gay all of a sudden?”Marlene, my wife, spoke up. “No, honey, we have not gone gay. And I don't want you having sex with these disreputable sluts, I mean, my best friends. But it's true, you're the only boy at the party.”I looked at her two friends. Loraine was tall, a dishwater blond with a slim body, and Roxy. Roxy was a short, buxom Italian cutie who could not help flirting, no matter what.“OK,” I said, “What's the idea then?”“Seven minutes of heaven,” Roxy interjected, and everybody took a sip and laughed.“With me,” I wanted to make sure I was understanding this."Well duh,” Marlene said. “We already told you we're not going gay. And you're the only male person here.”I gave her a sharp look. “And you're okay with this,” I asked her."Sure,” she said. “It's just a game. And I am pretty sure you'll have a good time.” Understatement of the year. All three women were grinning at me. I asked, “How does this work?”Roxy said; “whoever it points to, they go into the closet for seven minutes and do anything they want. Then they come out and somebody spins the bottle again.“Marlene: "And since there's one of you, just us girls will spin it, and see who goes in the closet with you.Marlene & I have been married a long time, and I trust that Marlene, same as me, has not been with anybody else for years. Loraine and Roxy were two of my wife's best friends. But I had never even flirted with either of them.The ladies were seated on the floor.  Marlene held the bottle dramatically out in the middle of their circle, looked at both her friends, and gave it a fast spin.It stopped, pointing at Roxy. She's not the shy type but you could see her take a big swallow."Well, Roxy.” my wife said. “You get seven minutes of heaven with Jacob.”“Yeah,” Roxy said, “You're sure this is okay?”“Absolutely,” Marlene said. “But look, how about a rule? No fucking in there, okay?”“Okay.” “Okay.” Loraine and Roxy said.“Unless it's me,” Marlene quipped, and they all giggled.Roxy said, “Okay, here goes.”Now in the hall closet, my ears were ringing, my hands were shaking, my dick was hard. And with Roxy. Are you kidding me?I said, “What are we supposed to –” but Roxy grabbed my head and pulled my face to hers in the dark and opened her mouth and attacked my mouth with her tongue. “Here. let me help you;” she reached behind herself to unsnap her bra and voila, those beautiful breasts fell into my eager hands.She was stroking my cock through my jeans. I could have shot a load right then. I pushed my fingers between her legs and she spread them to let me stroke her over the thin fabric of her pants. Her fingers outlined my penis as they slipped up and down its length, and then we heard a voice call, “That's six minutes!”Roxy giggled and broke our kiss, reached behind herself and put everything back. I stepped back, hoping my erection would subside before the door opened.“Okay, time!”I turned the knob and pushed the closet door open. Loraine and Marlene were sitting on the floor looking at us. I could see Marlene trying not to look at my face too closely, she was dying of curiosity but covering it well.“You ready for the next spin,” Marlene asked me. I felt she was taunting me. My cock at least was not trying to bust my zipper any more."Sure,” I said. “I win every round.”“Yeah, you do,” the ladies agreed. Another sip of wine, more laughter, and Marlene took up the bottle again.“What happens if he gets the same person twice,” Roxy asked."I don't see what's wrong with that,” Marlene said.“Well it doesn't seem fair,” Roxy said. “I mean, I'm all for going in there again, but it wouldn't seem right to leave you two sitting out here waiting that long.”Loraine agreed, and Marlene seemed to see the sense of it. She said, “Okay, so the next round it will just be me and Loraine.” Marlene gave the bottle a twist and let it go and it finally stopped, pointing at my wife.“Huh, that's ironic,” Marlene laughed. “I mean, a guy making out with his own wife, it seems kind of weird.”“Let's try it,” I said, taking her hand. We went into the closet and I kissed her. “I hope you're having fun,” she said.“Are you kidding,” I laughed. Marlene Starts a Blowjob SchoolMarlene dropped to her knees and in two seconds she had my belt unbuckled and my pants pushed down around my knees. "Hey, is that allowed,” I asked. She wrapped her lips around the head of my cock and took several slurps. Then she looked up at me and said, "Yes, it's allowed. I am, after all, married to you.” She took a couple more nibbles and said, “And also, it's not fucking.” Then she put her lips around my cock and sunk her nose down into my pubic hair, deep-throating me and doing something with her tongue on my shaft. She began bobbing up and down on me, slurping and giving me pleasure in ways she had learned after years of marriage. She was an expert cocksucker, I must say.“Now, be careful,” I said. “You don't want to make me cum.”“Why not,” she asked."Because I'll want to stop the game,” I said.“Good point,” she said, as she attacked my penis with her mouth, always stopping just when my breathing turned to moans. She used her hand alongside her lips and kept me on the brink until someone called, “Six minutes.” I helped her to her feet. She kissed me and said, “And don't you forget it.” I could taste the cum in her kiss, definitely a sexy flavor.“Oh, I won't,” I said.A minute later I opened the door and we stepped out. The other two looked at us, again, with curiosity. Marlene and I both smiled at them, and Marlene said, “Well I guess I'm not included in this round.” She sat on the couch and Roxy moved to the floor, across from Loraine.Loraine took the bottle in her hand, but Roxy said, “Lori, you're the only one who hasn't gone in the closet with him. Maybe you ought to just go.”“That wouldn't be fair,” Loraine said. “It wouldn't really be a game, would it?”"It seems fair to me,” Roxy said.“I'll spin it, and we'll see what happens,” Loraine said. With a flick of the wrist she sent the bottle twirling on the carpet between the two of them. All of us watched, fixated on it, imagining possible outcomes. The bottle slowed and came to a stop pointing at Roxy.“See,” Roxy said. "It's me again. That isn't fair.”“Sure it is,” my wife said. “That's how you play.” She gave Roxy a significant look, almost daring her to take this game past the limits.Roxy stared back at her and then stood slowly. “Okay,” she said, “I won this round.”“Yes, you did,” Marlene said with a laugh. “You and Jacob won this one.” Honestly, it seemed like Marlene wanted it to get out of hand.Roxy and I went into the closet and I pulled the door shut. She whispered, “She didn't finish you off in here, did she?”“No,” I said. “Close, but no.”“Good,” Roxy said, and her hand went immediately to my cock, which was already hard in anticipation. We began making out as she jacked me off through the denim of my jeans. I stroked her crotch and she reached down and unbuttoned her cotton pants. “Here, I'll make it easy for you,” she giggled. Her pussy was soaking wet when my fingers got under her panties. I squeezed again, and then began rolling her clit between my fingers slowly, until she arched her back and stifled a profound grunt, buried her face against me and spasmed uncontrollably for half a minute.“ She was laughing when she stopped. "Oh my god,” she whispered. “It has been a long time.” She renewed her attack on my cock and had me near the edge when they called six minutes.I'm sure I looked like I'd been hit over the head with a hammer when we came out. Marlene looked at Loraine and said, “Enough of this, it's your turn. I get him every night.”“Huh, good point,” Loraine said. “Okay, we'll pretend we spun it and it landed on me.”“Sure,” Marlene said. She picked up the bottle and set it on the floor pointing at Loraine. “There you go. Have fun.”Loraine said, “What have you guys been doing in here? I don't know what to do.”“We can do anything you want to do,” I said. “Except fuck me.”She stood there.“Come here,” I said, and I put my arms around her and kissed her, and she kissed like a schoolgirl. I used my tongue to pry her lips apart, and after a minute or so she got the idea. I ran my hands over her body and she responded coyly.She ran her hands over my upper body and whispered, “Is it okay if I touch you?”“Absolutely,” I said. I was not sure what she meant but I liked the sound of it. “I would love that.”Then she surprised the shit out of me by unbuckling my belt, pulling my pants down, and pulling my cock out. She ran her fingers over it, slowly jacking me off, tugging and stroking. I said, “That is amazing.”“You like that,” she said."Yes. A lot. You better be a little careful or you're going to make me cum.”“Wow, really?” She didn't seem to believe me, and continued stroking me.After a couple of minutes of that I said, “You better stop. It was just too good.”“Too good,” she laughed. "Too good?”“Yes,” I said, “If you keep going, the game will be over.”“I see.” I kissed her some more and we made out until they gave the alarm.The other two studied us as we came out. Loraine looked kind of embarrassed and flustered, but happy.“How was it,” Roxy asked, tactlessly."It was great,” I said.“Yes, it was great,” Loraine said.“You still able to keep playing,” my wife taunted me."Yes, absolutely, I wouldn't miss this for the world,” I said. “Let's have a sip of wine and rest up for the next round.”Loraine said, “I was scared at first. In fact, I was glad when the bottle never pointed at me. I thought I'd get out of doing it, going in there with Jacob, I feel much better now. But it was a little awkward. I never know what to do.”“Never,” Marlene asked."Yes,” Loraine said, “With guys. I mean, I just let them do what they want, and that seems to make them happy.”“What would you want to do,” Marlene asked. We were all feeling the intensity of the evening and the wine."I don't know,” Loraine said. “I just don't know how to do anything.”“We all feel like that,” Roxy said.“Really,” Marlene said. "I don't think I feel that way, unless I'm missing something.” She turned to Loraine, “Do you mean you don't have orgasms?”“No,” Loraine seemed to be blushing. “No, I'm okay with that. But I don't know how to do anything.”Marlene gazed at her. “Oh, I see.” We all took a thoughtful sip of wine, wondering where this was going. Looking at Loraine she continued, “So you don't feel like you are kinky enough or something?”Loraine looked at the floor. “No. Like a blow job, I know girls do that all the time but I don't know how to do it.”Marlene laughed, almost spitting out some wine. “Oh, well, that's easy. You just need to practice.”“Yeah, sure, with who?”Marlene spoke up. “Okay, I said no fucking, remember?” Everybody nodded. “But I didn't say no blow jobs.” Hearts were pounding. Marlene looked at Roxy. “Don't tell me you don't know how to give a blow job either?”Roxy said, “I've tried it before but I don't think it really worked.”Marlene stood up and paced around the room. “Well this is ridiculous. Jacob, you see what we have to do here. You are going to have to teach my friends how to give head.”Marlene laughed. “Sex school. Girls, it's time to learn the tricks of the trade. I don't know about you using our bed.” She thought some more. “Oh well, why not? I'll burn some sage or something. Why don't you & Loraine go into our room, Jacob do your best to show her what to do.”Roxy said, “What about me?”Marlene looked at her. “Yeah, what about you? Well, tell you what, Jacob see if you can get through a 7 minute lesson without blowing your load, think you can do that, honey?”I nodded. Marlene went on: “Okay, Loraine, then Roxy. Is that okay?”Roxy didn't look extremely happy with the deal but she agreed to it.Loraine and I went into the bedroom. I turned on the closet light and turned off the overhead. “How are we going to do this,” I asked."I don't know,” she said, “You're teaching me.”“Yeah, okay. So you don't know how to give a blow job, that's it?”“Yeah.”“Have you ever tried?”“Yeah, a couple of times.”“And what happened?”“He just wanted me to stop.”“Okay, so first, let me see what you do. We are going to get into the bed. Actually we'll both get naked.”We lay in the bed, her head on my arm, against my chest. My cock was pointing. I said, “Okay, well this is a little awkward but we'll do what we can. Why don't you go down on me and show me what you do.”I felt her lips touch the tip of my cock and then something, maybe she was licking it. Her lips took an inch or so of me and went up and down a few times.“Okay,” I said. “I see where we're at. Let me tell you a couple of things to start with. First of all, when I come, I want you to swallow it. Have you ever done that?”“Swallow what,” she asked.I thought for a few seconds. "Here's the deal, if you are doing this well, the guy is going shoot a load of sperm into your mouth. I'm going to try not to today, but I mean in real life. I don't know what it tastes like, it might be a little salty I think, but whatever, when he cums, swallow it like it is the finest Belgian chocolate, whether you like it or not. Gulp it down and lick up the last drops. You got that?”“I can't imagine that but yes, I hear you.”“But we're not going to do that now. I'm just telling you, if you are going to give a good blow job you're going to swallow it. Now, to get practical. There are two things that guys find irresistible. There is a little notch under the head of my penis, I'm circumcised, but I suppose everybody has this, that's called the frenulum. Look closely at it. See where it's like the two halves meet, right under the tip? That is extremely sensitive. Touch that with your tongue and you will drive a man crazy.” I held my cock in place so she could see it from a few inches away.“Yeah, okay, I think I see where you mean.”“Good. Do it.”Oh my god, she did that. After two seconds she stopped. “No,” I said, “Keep doing it. Lick that part of me lightly. You have to be gentle there. It is very sensitive.”I kept bouncing away from her and had to tell her to grip my shaft. I was moaning, I could have blasted right then.“Okay, good,” I said, “Now you have to stop. Oh my fucking god. Stop!” She stopped.“There is one other major skill. And I'll tell you, most girls can't do this and it's okay if you can't, but it's good to try. It's called deep throating, have you ever heard of that?”“I've heard the term,” she said.“Do you know what it means,” I asked her."No. I mean I can imagine but not really.”“Okay, well you see my cock is about average length. But still, if you tried to stuff it all in your mouth you would probably choke on it. Go ahead, try.”Loraine leaned over me and took me into her mouth. She got pretty far and began to gag.“So here's the deal,” I said. “You can learn not to gag. Maybe not right away, but if you can get a guy's cock down your throat he will do anything you say. He will be your slave for life. Go ahead, try. Go as far as you can, then relax and see if you can go a little farther. If you start to gag, back up a little and try again. Just try to relax your throat.”I lay back on the pillow with my hands behind my head, watching this slender cutie working on my cock. She would get half of it and begin to choke, and start again. She was actually making progress. Finally she had reached her limit, and it was time to move on.“Okay, good,” I said, “Stop. You were getting good at that. The two best things for a guy are one, licking his frenulum, and two, getting your lips around the base of his cock. But deep-throating is hard. In general, the main technique you will use is just fucking him with your mouth. You want to try that?”“Sure,” she said. “What do I do?”“Well wrap your lips around the middle of my shaft, not too far down, you don't have to choke for this. Now tighten your lips and move your mouth up to the tip of my cock. Then move it back down to the middle, maybe a little farther if that's comfortable. Keep going up and down like that. I think sometimes when you are near the head of it, you can work on the frenulum for a second, too, like with your tongue. Try it.”Holy shit! Her lips were snug and she began working on me methodically. I knew I had to save something for the next lesson but I would have been very happy to blast a load down this woman's throat, skipping right to the last lesson. She was blowing me like a pro. Finally I said, “Okay, stop. Stop Loraine, that is amazing. Let's take a break for a minute.”I caught my breath and then said, “Okay, let's try it again. Say you were on a date and a guy invited you in and you want to make an impression on him. Show me what you'd do.”She got up and walked around the bed and came up between my legs. Taking my cock in her hand, she looked up into my eyes and touched the tip of her tongue to the underside of my cock. She licked lightly until I could not watch any more. I was moaning and panting. Then I felt her lips surround my cock and proceed down the shaft until she had me down her throat. I could not open my eyes, but I'm sure she had the whole thing. She held that position for a few seconds and then began fucking me with her mouth, up and down on my shaft, devouring me until I literally pushed her head away and shouted, “No, stop, you have to stop.” She came and lay beside me again and I told her she was a wonderful student and I hoped we could have some more lessons in the future.She thanked me for teaching her, then said, “Well it's time for Roxy to learn.” There was no jealousy in her voice. It sounded like she was eager for her friend to learn this valuable lesson, as she had.“Yes,” I said, “Roxy's turn. Can you go send her in? You were an A student, by the way, that was wonderful.”Loraine gave me a passionate salty-tasting kiss, with tongue this time, and a hug, and she hopped up, pulled her clothes on, and hurried out the door, calling Roxy.I lay on my back, panting. I was appreciating my crazy wife more than anything. I always knew she was adventurous but she was also traditional in so many ways, she would not risk her marriage. I never would have imagined this.Roxy came in with a wine glass in her hand. She paused in the doorway, then pulled the door shut.“How was it?” she asked me. “Did Loraine learn something?”“I'd say she did,” I said. “So tell me, is this true, you don't know how to give a blow job?”“Yeah,” she sa

Single Women Seek Instruction In Fellatio Arts.Based on a post by TheDoctah. Listen to the ►Podcast at Steamy Stories.We finished the wine bottle, well what else were we going to do with it? My wife's straight-laced friends were getting giggly. The four of us had been having a good time.“Spin The Bottle!” they shouted at once, before dissolving into giggles.“You want to play spin the bottle,” I asked. “How's that going to work? I notice that there are three women and one guy at this party, and the guy is married to one of the women. Or have you all gone gay all of a sudden?”Marlene, my wife, spoke up. “No, honey, we have not gone gay. And I don't want you having sex with these disreputable sluts, I mean, my best friends. But it's true, you're the only boy at the party.”I looked at her two friends. Loraine was tall, a dishwater blond with a slim body, and Roxy. Roxy was a short, buxom Italian cutie who could not help flirting, no matter what.“OK,” I said, “What's the idea then?”“Seven minutes of heaven,” Roxy interjected, and everybody took a sip and laughed.“With me,” I wanted to make sure I was understanding this."Well duh,” Marlene said. “We already told you we're not going gay. And you're the only male person here.”I gave her a sharp look. “And you're okay with this,” I asked her."Sure,” she said. “It's just a game. And I am pretty sure you'll have a good time.” Understatement of the year. All three women were grinning at me. I asked, “How does this work?”Roxy said; “whoever it points to, they go into the closet for seven minutes and do anything they want. Then they come out and somebody spins the bottle again.“Marlene: "And since there's one of you, just us girls will spin it, and see who goes in the closet with you.Marlene & I have been married a long time, and I trust that Marlene, same as me, has not been with anybody else for years. Loraine and Roxy were two of my wife's best friends. But I had never even flirted with either of them.The ladies were seated on the floor.  Marlene held the bottle dramatically out in the middle of their circle, looked at both her friends, and gave it a fast spin.It stopped, pointing at Roxy. She's not the shy type but you could see her take a big swallow."Well, Roxy.” my wife said. “You get seven minutes of heaven with Jacob.”“Yeah,” Roxy said, “You're sure this is okay?”“Absolutely,” Marlene said. “But look, how about a rule? No fucking in there, okay?”“Okay.” “Okay.” Loraine and Roxy said.“Unless it's me,” Marlene quipped, and they all giggled.Roxy said, “Okay, here goes.”Now in the hall closet, my ears were ringing, my hands were shaking, my dick was hard. And with Roxy. Are you kidding me?I said, “What are we supposed to –” but Roxy grabbed my head and pulled my face to hers in the dark and opened her mouth and attacked my mouth with her tongue. “Here. let me help you;” she reached behind herself to unsnap her bra and voila, those beautiful breasts fell into my eager hands.She was stroking my cock through my jeans. I could have shot a load right then. I pushed my fingers between her legs and she spread them to let me stroke her over the thin fabric of her pants. Her fingers outlined my penis as they slipped up and down its length, and then we heard a voice call, “That's six minutes!”Roxy giggled and broke our kiss, reached behind herself and put everything back. I stepped back, hoping my erection would subside before the door opened.“Okay, time!”I turned the knob and pushed the closet door open. Loraine and Marlene were sitting on the floor looking at us. I could see Marlene trying not to look at my face too closely, she was dying of curiosity but covering it well.“You ready for the next spin,” Marlene asked me. I felt she was taunting me. My cock at least was not trying to bust my zipper any more."Sure,” I said. “I win every round.”“Yeah, you do,” the ladies agreed. Another sip of wine, more laughter, and Marlene took up the bottle again.“What happens if he gets the same person twice,” Roxy asked."I don't see what's wrong with that,” Marlene said.“Well it doesn't seem fair,” Roxy said. “I mean, I'm all for going in there again, but it wouldn't seem right to leave you two sitting out here waiting that long.”Loraine agreed, and Marlene seemed to see the sense of it. She said, “Okay, so the next round it will just be me and Loraine.” Marlene gave the bottle a twist and let it go and it finally stopped, pointing at my wife.“Huh, that's ironic,” Marlene laughed. “I mean, a guy making out with his own wife, it seems kind of weird.”“Let's try it,” I said, taking her hand. We went into the closet and I kissed her. “I hope you're having fun,” she said.“Are you kidding,” I laughed. Marlene Starts a Blowjob SchoolMarlene dropped to her knees and in two seconds she had my belt unbuckled and my pants pushed down around my knees. "Hey, is that allowed,” I asked. She wrapped her lips around the head of my cock and took several slurps. Then she looked up at me and said, "Yes, it's allowed. I am, after all, married to you.” She took a couple more nibbles and said, “And also, it's not fucking.” Then she put her lips around my cock and sunk her nose down into my pubic hair, deep-throating me and doing something with her tongue on my shaft. She began bobbing up and down on me, slurping and giving me pleasure in ways she had learned after years of marriage. She was an expert cocksucker, I must say.“Now, be careful,” I said. “You don't want to make me cum.”“Why not,” she asked."Because I'll want to stop the game,” I said.“Good point,” she said, as she attacked my penis with her mouth, always stopping just when my breathing turned to moans. She used her hand alongside her lips and kept me on the brink until someone called, “Six minutes.” I helped her to her feet. She kissed me and said, “And don't you forget it.” I could taste the cum in her kiss, definitely a sexy flavor.“Oh, I won't,” I said.A minute later I opened the door and we stepped out. The other two looked at us, again, with curiosity. Marlene and I both smiled at them, and Marlene said, “Well I guess I'm not included in this round.” She sat on the couch and Roxy moved to the floor, across from Loraine.Loraine took the bottle in her hand, but Roxy said, “Lori, you're the only one who hasn't gone in the closet with him. Maybe you ought to just go.”“That wouldn't be fair,” Loraine said. “It wouldn't really be a game, would it?”"It seems fair to me,” Roxy said.“I'll spin it, and we'll see what happens,” Loraine said. With a flick of the wrist she sent the bottle twirling on the carpet between the two of them. All of us watched, fixated on it, imagining possible outcomes. The bottle slowed and came to a stop pointing at Roxy.“See,” Roxy said. "It's me again. That isn't fair.”“Sure it is,” my wife said. “That's how you play.” She gave Roxy a significant look, almost daring her to take this game past the limits.Roxy stared back at her and then stood slowly. “Okay,” she said, “I won this round.”“Yes, you did,” Marlene said with a laugh. “You and Jacob won this one.” Honestly, it seemed like Marlene wanted it to get out of hand.Roxy and I went into the closet and I pulled the door shut. She whispered, “She didn't finish you off in here, did she?”“No,” I said. “Close, but no.”“Good,” Roxy said, and her hand went immediately to my cock, which was already hard in anticipation. We began making out as she jacked me off through the denim of my jeans. I stroked her crotch and she reached down and unbuttoned her cotton pants. “Here, I'll make it easy for you,” she giggled. Her pussy was soaking wet when my fingers got under her panties. I squeezed again, and then began rolling her clit between my fingers slowly, until she arched her back and stifled a profound grunt, buried her face against me and spasmed uncontrollably for half a minute.“ She was laughing when she stopped. "Oh my god,” she whispered. “It has been a long time.” She renewed her attack on my cock and had me near the edge when they called six minutes.I'm sure I looked like I'd been hit over the head with a hammer when we came out. Marlene looked at Loraine and said, “Enough of this, it's your turn. I get him every night.”“Huh, good point,” Loraine said. “Okay, we'll pretend we spun it and it landed on me.”“Sure,” Marlene said. She picked up the bottle and set it on the floor pointing at Loraine. “There you go. Have fun.”Loraine said, “What have you guys been doing in here? I don't know what to do.”“We can do anything you want to do,” I said. “Except fuck me.”She stood there.“Come here,” I said, and I put my arms around her and kissed her, and she kissed like a schoolgirl. I used my tongue to pry her lips apart, and after a minute or so she got the idea. I ran my hands over her body and she responded coyly.She ran her hands over my upper body and whispered, “Is it okay if I touch you?”“Absolutely,” I said. I was not sure what she meant but I liked the sound of it. “I would love that.”Then she surprised the shit out of me by unbuckling my belt, pulling my pants down, and pulling my cock out. She ran her fingers over it, slowly jacking me off, tugging and stroking. I said, “That is amazing.”“You like that,” she said."Yes. A lot. You better be a little careful or you're going to make me cum.”“Wow, really?” She didn't seem to believe me, and continued stroking me.After a couple of minutes of that I said, “You better stop. It was just too good.”“Too good,” she laughed. "Too good?”“Yes,” I said, “If you keep going, the game will be over.”“I see.” I kissed her some more and we made out until they gave the alarm.The other two studied us as we came out. Loraine looked kind of embarrassed and flustered, but happy.“How was it,” Roxy asked, tactlessly."It was great,” I said.“Yes, it was great,” Loraine said.“You still able to keep playing,” my wife taunted me."Yes, absolutely, I wouldn't miss this for the world,” I said. “Let's have a sip of wine and rest up for the next round.”Loraine said, “I was scared at first. In fact, I was glad when the bottle never pointed at me. I thought I'd get out of doing it, going in there with Jacob, I feel much better now. But it was a little awkward. I never know what to do.”“Never,” Marlene asked."Yes,” Loraine said, “With guys. I mean, I just let them do what they want, and that seems to make them happy.”“What would you want to do,” Marlene asked. We were all feeling the intensity of the evening and the wine."I don't know,” Loraine said. “I just don't know how to do anything.”“We all feel like that,” Roxy said.“Really,” Marlene said. "I don't think I feel that way, unless I'm missing something.” She turned to Loraine, “Do you mean you don't have orgasms?”“No,” Loraine seemed to be blushing. “No, I'm okay with that. But I don't know how to do anything.”Marlene gazed at her. “Oh, I see.” We all took a thoughtful sip of wine, wondering where this was going. Looking at Loraine she continued, “So you don't feel like you are kinky enough or something?”Loraine looked at the floor. “No. Like a blow job, I know girls do that all the time but I don't know how to do it.”Marlene laughed, almost spitting out some wine. “Oh, well, that's easy. You just need to practice.”“Yeah, sure, with who?”Marlene spoke up. “Okay, I said no fucking, remember?” Everybody nodded. “But I didn't say no blow jobs.” Hearts were pounding. Marlene looked at Roxy. “Don't tell me you don't know how to give a blow job either?”Roxy said, “I've tried it before but I don't think it really worked.”Marlene stood up and paced around the room. “Well this is ridiculous. Jacob, you see what we have to do here. You are going to have to teach my friends how to give head.”Marlene laughed. “Sex school. Girls, it's time to learn the tricks of the trade. I don't know about you using our bed.” She thought some more. “Oh well, why not? I'll burn some sage or something. Why don't you & Loraine go into our room, Jacob do your best to show her what to do.”Roxy said, “What about me?”Marlene looked at her. “Yeah, what about you? Well, tell you what, Jacob see if you can get through a 7 minute lesson without blowing your load, think you can do that, honey?”I nodded. Marlene went on: “Okay, Loraine, then Roxy. Is that okay?”Roxy didn't look extremely happy with the deal but she agreed to it.Loraine and I went into the bedroom. I turned on the closet light and turned off the overhead. “How are we going to do this,” I asked."I don't know,” she said, “You're teaching me.”“Yeah, okay. So you don't know how to give a blow job, that's it?”“Yeah.”“Have you ever tried?”“Yeah, a couple of times.”“And what happened?”“He just wanted me to stop.”“Okay, so first, let me see what you do. We are going to get into the bed. Actually we'll both get naked.”We lay in the bed, her head on my arm, against my chest. My cock was pointing. I said, “Okay, well this is a little awkward but we'll do what we can. Why don't you go down on me and show me what you do.”I felt her lips touch the tip of my cock and then something, maybe she was licking it. Her lips took an inch or so of me and went up and down a few times.“Okay,” I said. “I see where we're at. Let me tell you a couple of things to start with. First of all, when I come, I want you to swallow it. Have you ever done that?”“Swallow what,” she asked.I thought for a few seconds. "Here's the deal, if you are doing this well, the guy is going shoot a load of sperm into your mouth. I'm going to try not to today, but I mean in real life. I don't know what it tastes like, it might be a little salty I think, but whatever, when he cums, swallow it like it is the finest Belgian chocolate, whether you like it or not. Gulp it down and lick up the last drops. You got that?”“I can't imagine that but yes, I hear you.”“But we're not going to do that now. I'm just telling you, if you are going to give a good blow job you're going to swallow it. Now, to get practical. There are two things that guys find irresistible. There is a little notch under the head of my penis, I'm circumcised, but I suppose everybody has this, that's called the frenulum. Look closely at it. See where it's like the two halves meet, right under the tip? That is extremely sensitive. Touch that with your tongue and you will drive a man crazy.” I held my cock in place so she could see it from a few inches away.“Yeah, okay, I think I see where you mean.”“Good. Do it.”Oh my god, she did that. After two seconds she stopped. “No,” I said, “Keep doing it. Lick that part of me lightly. You have to be gentle there. It is very sensitive.”I kept bouncing away from her and had to tell her to grip my shaft. I was moaning, I could have blasted right then.“Okay, good,” I said, “Now you have to stop. Oh my fucking god. Stop!” She stopped.“There is one other major skill. And I'll tell you, most girls can't do this and it's okay if you can't, but it's good to try. It's called deep throating, have you ever heard of that?”“I've heard the term,” she said.“Do you know what it means,” I asked her."No. I mean I can imagine but not really.”“Okay, well you see my cock is about average length. But still, if you tried to stuff it all in your mouth you would probably choke on it. Go ahead, try.”Loraine leaned over me and took me into her mouth. She got pretty far and began to gag.“So here's the deal,” I said. “You can learn not to gag. Maybe not right away, but if you can get a guy's cock down your throat he will do anything you say. He will be your slave for life. Go ahead, try. Go as far as you can, then relax and see if you can go a little farther. If you start to gag, back up a little and try again. Just try to relax your throat.”I lay back on the pillow with my hands behind my head, watching this slender cutie working on my cock. She would get half of it and begin to choke, and start again. She was actually making progress. Finally she had reached her limit, and it was time to move on.“Okay, good,” I said, “Stop. You were getting good at that. The two best things for a guy are one, licking his frenulum, and two, getting your lips around the base of his cock. But deep-throating is hard. In general, the main technique you will use is just fucking him with your mouth. You want to try that?”“Sure,” she said. “What do I do?”“Well wrap your lips around the middle of my shaft, not too far down, you don't have to choke for this. Now tighten your lips and move your mouth up to the tip of my cock. Then move it back down to the middle, maybe a little farther if that's comfortable. Keep going up and down like that. I think sometimes when you are near the head of it, you can work on the frenulum for a second, too, like with your tongue. Try it.”Holy shit! Her lips were snug and she began working on me methodically. I knew I had to save something for the next lesson but I would have been very happy to blast a load down this woman's throat, skipping right to the last lesson. She was blowing me like a pro. Finally I said, “Okay, stop. Stop Loraine, that is amazing. Let's take a break for a minute.”I caught my breath and then said, “Okay, let's try it again. Say you were on a date and a guy invited you in and you want to make an impression on him. Show me what you'd do.”She got up and walked around the bed and came up between my legs. Taking my cock in her hand, she looked up into my eyes and touched the tip of her tongue to the underside of my cock. She licked lightly until I could not watch any more. I was moaning and panting. Then I felt her lips surround my cock and proceed down the shaft until she had me down her throat. I could not open my eyes, but I'm sure she had the whole thing. She held that position for a few seconds and then began fucking me with her mouth, up and down on my shaft, devouring me until I literally pushed her head away and shouted, “No, stop, you have to stop.” She came and lay beside me again and I told her she was a wonderful student and I hoped we could have some more lessons in the future.She thanked me for teaching her, then said, “Well it's time for Roxy to learn.” There was no jealousy in her voice. It sounded like she was eager for her friend to learn this valuable lesson, as she had.“Yes,” I said, “Roxy's turn. Can you go send her in? You were an A student, by the way, that was wonderful.”Loraine gave me a passionate salty-tasting kiss, with tongue this time, and a hug, and she hopped up, pulled her clothes on, and hurried out the door, calling Roxy.I lay on my back, panting. I was appreciating my crazy wife more than anything. I always knew she was adventurous but she was also traditional in so many ways, she would not risk her marriage. I never would have imagined this.Roxy came in with a wine glass in her hand. She paused in the doorway, then pulled the door shut.“How was it?” she asked me. “Did Loraine learn something?”“I'd say she did,” I said. “So tell me, is this true, you don't know how to give a blow job?”“Yeah,” she sa

Single Women Seek Instruction In Fellatio Arts.Based on a post by TheDoctah. Listen to the ►Podcast at Steamy Stories.We finished the wine bottle, well what else were we going to do with it? My wife's straight-laced friends were getting giggly. The four of us had been having a good time.“Spin The Bottle!” they shouted at once, before dissolving into giggles.“You want to play spin the bottle,” I asked. “How's that going to work? I notice that there are three women and one guy at this party, and the guy is married to one of the women. Or have you all gone gay all of a sudden?”Marlene, my wife, spoke up. “No, honey, we have not gone gay. And I don't want you having sex with these disreputable sluts, I mean, my best friends. But it's true, you're the only boy at the party.”I looked at her two friends. Loraine was tall, a dishwater blond with a slim body, and Roxy. Roxy was a short, buxom Italian cutie who could not help flirting, no matter what.“OK,” I said, “What's the idea then?”“Seven minutes of heaven,” Roxy interjected, and everybody took a sip and laughed.“With me,” I wanted to make sure I was understanding this."Well duh,” Marlene said. “We already told you we're not going gay. And you're the only male person here.”I gave her a sharp look. “And you're okay with this,” I asked her."Sure,” she said. “It's just a game. And I am pretty sure you'll have a good time.” Understatement of the year. All three women were grinning at me. I asked, “How does this work?”Roxy said; “whoever it points to, they go into the closet for seven minutes and do anything they want. Then they come out and somebody spins the bottle again.“Marlene: "And since there's one of you, just us girls will spin it, and see who goes in the closet with you.Marlene & I have been married a long time, and I trust that Marlene, same as me, has not been with anybody else for years. Loraine and Roxy were two of my wife's best friends. But I had never even flirted with either of them.The ladies were seated on the floor.  Marlene held the bottle dramatically out in the middle of their circle, looked at both her friends, and gave it a fast spin.It stopped, pointing at Roxy. She's not the shy type but you could see her take a big swallow."Well, Roxy.” my wife said. “You get seven minutes of heaven with Jacob.”“Yeah,” Roxy said, “You're sure this is okay?”“Absolutely,” Marlene said. “But look, how about a rule? No fucking in there, okay?”“Okay.” “Okay.” Loraine and Roxy said.“Unless it's me,” Marlene quipped, and they all giggled.Roxy said, “Okay, here goes.”Now in the hall closet, my ears were ringing, my hands were shaking, my dick was hard. And with Roxy. Are you kidding me?I said, “What are we supposed to –” but Roxy grabbed my head and pulled my face to hers in the dark and opened her mouth and attacked my mouth with her tongue. “Here. let me help you;” she reached behind herself to unsnap her bra and voila, those beautiful breasts fell into my eager hands.She was stroking my cock through my jeans. I could have shot a load right then. I pushed my fingers between her legs and she spread them to let me stroke her over the thin fabric of her pants. Her fingers outlined my penis as they slipped up and down its length, and then we heard a voice call, “That's six minutes!”Roxy giggled and broke our kiss, reached behind herself and put everything back. I stepped back, hoping my erection would subside before the door opened.“Okay, time!”I turned the knob and pushed the closet door open. Loraine and Marlene were sitting on the floor looking at us. I could see Marlene trying not to look at my face too closely, she was dying of curiosity but covering it well.“You ready for the next spin,” Marlene asked me. I felt she was taunting me. My cock at least was not trying to bust my zipper any more."Sure,” I said. “I win every round.”“Yeah, you do,” the ladies agreed. Another sip of wine, more laughter, and Marlene took up the bottle again.“What happens if he gets the same person twice,” Roxy asked."I don't see what's wrong with that,” Marlene said.“Well it doesn't seem fair,” Roxy said. “I mean, I'm all for going in there again, but it wouldn't seem right to leave you two sitting out here waiting that long.”Loraine agreed, and Marlene seemed to see the sense of it. She said, “Okay, so the next round it will just be me and Loraine.” Marlene gave the bottle a twist and let it go and it finally stopped, pointing at my wife.“Huh, that's ironic,” Marlene laughed. “I mean, a guy making out with his own wife, it seems kind of weird.”“Let's try it,” I said, taking her hand. We went into the closet and I kissed her. “I hope you're having fun,” she said.“Are you kidding,” I laughed. Marlene Starts a Blowjob SchoolMarlene dropped to her knees and in two seconds she had my belt unbuckled and my pants pushed down around my knees. "Hey, is that allowed,” I asked. She wrapped her lips around the head of my cock and took several slurps. Then she looked up at me and said, "Yes, it's allowed. I am, after all, married to you.” She took a couple more nibbles and said, “And also, it's not fucking.” Then she put her lips around my cock and sunk her nose down into my pubic hair, deep-throating me and doing something with her tongue on my shaft. She began bobbing up and down on me, slurping and giving me pleasure in ways she had learned after years of marriage. She was an expert cocksucker, I must say.“Now, be careful,” I said. “You don't want to make me cum.”“Why not,” she asked."Because I'll want to stop the game,” I said.“Good point,” she said, as she attacked my penis with her mouth, always stopping just when my breathing turned to moans. She used her hand alongside her lips and kept me on the brink until someone called, “Six minutes.” I helped her to her feet. She kissed me and said, “And don't you forget it.” I could taste the cum in her kiss, definitely a sexy flavor.“Oh, I won't,” I said.A minute later I opened the door and we stepped out. The other two looked at us, again, with curiosity. Marlene and I both smiled at them, and Marlene said, “Well I guess I'm not included in this round.” She sat on the couch and Roxy moved to the floor, across from Loraine.Loraine took the bottle in her hand, but Roxy said, “Lori, you're the only one who hasn't gone in the closet with him. Maybe you ought to just go.”“That wouldn't be fair,” Loraine said. “It wouldn't really be a game, would it?”"It seems fair to me,” Roxy said.“I'll spin it, and we'll see what happens,” Loraine said. With a flick of the wrist she sent the bottle twirling on the carpet between the two of them. All of us watched, fixated on it, imagining possible outcomes. The bottle slowed and came to a stop pointing at Roxy.“See,” Roxy said. "It's me again. That isn't fair.”“Sure it is,” my wife said. “That's how you play.” She gave Roxy a significant look, almost daring her to take this game past the limits.Roxy stared back at her and then stood slowly. “Okay,” she said, “I won this round.”“Yes, you did,” Marlene said with a laugh. “You and Jacob won this one.” Honestly, it seemed like Marlene wanted it to get out of hand.Roxy and I went into the closet and I pulled the door shut. She whispered, “She didn't finish you off in here, did she?”“No,” I said. “Close, but no.”“Good,” Roxy said, and her hand went immediately to my cock, which was already hard in anticipation. We began making out as she jacked me off through the denim of my jeans. I stroked her crotch and she reached down and unbuttoned her cotton pants. “Here, I'll make it easy for you,” she giggled. Her pussy was soaking wet when my fingers got under her panties. I squeezed again, and then began rolling her clit between my fingers slowly, until she arched her back and stifled a profound grunt, buried her face against me and spasmed uncontrollably for half a minute.“ She was laughing when she stopped. "Oh my god,” she whispered. “It has been a long time.” She renewed her attack on my cock and had me near the edge when they called six minutes.I'm sure I looked like I'd been hit over the head with a hammer when we came out. Marlene looked at Loraine and said, “Enough of this, it's your turn. I get him every night.”“Huh, good point,” Loraine said. “Okay, we'll pretend we spun it and it landed on me.”“Sure,” Marlene said. She picked up the bottle and set it on the floor pointing at Loraine. “There you go. Have fun.”Loraine said, “What have you guys been doing in here? I don't know what to do.”“We can do anything you want to do,” I said. “Except fuck me.”She stood there.“Come here,” I said, and I put my arms around her and kissed her, and she kissed like a schoolgirl. I used my tongue to pry her lips apart, and after a minute or so she got the idea. I ran my hands over her body and she responded coyly.She ran her hands over my upper body and whispered, “Is it okay if I touch you?”“Absolutely,” I said. I was not sure what she meant but I liked the sound of it. “I would love that.”Then she surprised the shit out of me by unbuckling my belt, pulling my pants down, and pulling my cock out. She ran her fingers over it, slowly jacking me off, tugging and stroking. I said, “That is amazing.”“You like that,” she said."Yes. A lot. You better be a little careful or you're going to make me cum.”“Wow, really?” She didn't seem to believe me, and continued stroking me.After a couple of minutes of that I said, “You better stop. It was just too good.”“Too good,” she laughed. "Too good?”“Yes,” I said, “If you keep going, the game will be over.”“I see.” I kissed her some more and we made out until they gave the alarm.The other two studied us as we came out. Loraine looked kind of embarrassed and flustered, but happy.“How was it,” Roxy asked, tactlessly."It was great,” I said.“Yes, it was great,” Loraine said.“You still able to keep playing,” my wife taunted me."Yes, absolutely, I wouldn't miss this for the world,” I said. “Let's have a sip of wine and rest up for the next round.”Loraine said, “I was scared at first. In fact, I was glad when the bottle never pointed at me. I thought I'd get out of doing it, going in there with Jacob, I feel much better now. But it was a little awkward. I never know what to do.”“Never,” Marlene asked."Yes,” Loraine said, “With guys. I mean, I just let them do what they want, and that seems to make them happy.”“What would you want to do,” Marlene asked. We were all feeling the intensity of the evening and the wine."I don't know,” Loraine said. “I just don't know how to do anything.”“We all feel like that,” Roxy said.“Really,” Marlene said. "I don't think I feel that way, unless I'm missing something.” She turned to Loraine, “Do you mean you don't have orgasms?”“No,” Loraine seemed to be blushing. “No, I'm okay with that. But I don't know how to do anything.”Marlene gazed at her. “Oh, I see.” We all took a thoughtful sip of wine, wondering where this was going. Looking at Loraine she continued, “So you don't feel like you are kinky enough or something?”Loraine looked at the floor. “No. Like a blow job, I know girls do that all the time but I don't know how to do it.”Marlene laughed, almost spitting out some wine. “Oh, well, that's easy. You just need to practice.”“Yeah, sure, with who?”Marlene spoke up. “Okay, I said no fucking, remember?” Everybody nodded. “But I didn't say no blow jobs.” Hearts were pounding. Marlene looked at Roxy. “Don't tell me you don't know how to give a blow job either?”Roxy said, “I've tried it before but I don't think it really worked.”Marlene stood up and paced around the room. “Well this is ridiculous. Jacob, you see what we have to do here. You are going to have to teach my friends how to give head.”Marlene laughed. “Sex school. Girls, it's time to learn the tricks of the trade. I don't know about you using our bed.” She thought some more. “Oh well, why not? I'll burn some sage or something. Why don't you & Loraine go into our room, Jacob do your best to show her what to do.”Roxy said, “What about me?”Marlene looked at her. “Yeah, what about you? Well, tell you what, Jacob see if you can get through a 7 minute lesson without blowing your load, think you can do that, honey?”I nodded. Marlene went on: “Okay, Loraine, then Roxy. Is that okay?”Roxy didn't look extremely happy with the deal but she agreed to it.Loraine and I went into the bedroom. I turned on the closet light and turned off the overhead. “How are we going to do this,” I asked."I don't know,” she said, “You're teaching me.”“Yeah, okay. So you don't know how to give a blow job, that's it?”“Yeah.”“Have you ever tried?”“Yeah, a couple of times.”“And what happened?”“He just wanted me to stop.”“Okay, so first, let me see what you do. We are going to get into the bed. Actually we'll both get naked.”We lay in the bed, her head on my arm, against my chest. My cock was pointing. I said, “Okay, well this is a little awkward but we'll do what we can. Why don't you go down on me and show me what you do.”I felt her lips touch the tip of my cock and then something, maybe she was licking it. Her lips took an inch or so of me and went up and down a few times.“Okay,” I said. “I see where we're at. Let me tell you a couple of things to start with. First of all, when I come, I want you to swallow it. Have you ever done that?”“Swallow what,” she asked.I thought for a few seconds. "Here's the deal, if you are doing this well, the guy is going shoot a load of sperm into your mouth. I'm going to try not to today, but I mean in real life. I don't know what it tastes like, it might be a little salty I think, but whatever, when he cums, swallow it like it is the finest Belgian chocolate, whether you like it or not. Gulp it down and lick up the last drops. You got that?”“I can't imagine that but yes, I hear you.”“But we're not going to do that now. I'm just telling you, if you are going to give a good blow job you're going to swallow it. Now, to get practical. There are two things that guys find irresistible. There is a little notch under the head of my penis, I'm circumcised, but I suppose everybody has this, that's called the frenulum. Look closely at it. See where it's like the two halves meet, right under the tip? That is extremely sensitive. Touch that with your tongue and you will drive a man crazy.” I held my cock in place so she could see it from a few inches away.“Yeah, okay, I think I see where you mean.”“Good. Do it.”Oh my god, she did that. After two seconds she stopped. “No,” I said, “Keep doing it. Lick that part of me lightly. You have to be gentle there. It is very sensitive.”I kept bouncing away from her and had to tell her to grip my shaft. I was moaning, I could have blasted right then.“Okay, good,” I said, “Now you have to stop. Oh my fucking god. Stop!” She stopped.“There is one other major skill. And I'll tell you, most girls can't do this and it's okay if you can't, but it's good to try. It's called deep throating, have you ever heard of that?”“I've heard the term,” she said.“Do you know what it means,” I asked her."No. I mean I can imagine but not really.”“Okay, well you see my cock is about average length. But still, if you tried to stuff it all in your mouth you would probably choke on it. Go ahead, try.”Loraine leaned over me and took me into her mouth. She got pretty far and began to gag.“So here's the deal,” I said. “You can learn not to gag. Maybe not right away, but if you can get a guy's cock down your throat he will do anything you say. He will be your slave for life. Go ahead, try. Go as far as you can, then relax and see if you can go a little farther. If you start to gag, back up a little and try again. Just try to relax your throat.”I lay back on the pillow with my hands behind my head, watching this slender cutie working on my cock. She would get half of it and begin to choke, and start again. She was actually making progress. Finally she had reached her limit, and it was time to move on.“Okay, good,” I said, “Stop. You were getting good at that. The two best things for a guy are one, licking his frenulum, and two, getting your lips around the base of his cock. But deep-throating is hard. In general, the main technique you will use is just fucking him with your mouth. You want to try that?”“Sure,” she said. “What do I do?”“Well wrap your lips around the middle of my shaft, not too far down, you don't have to choke for this. Now tighten your lips and move your mouth up to the tip of my cock. Then move it back down to the middle, maybe a little farther if that's comfortable. Keep going up and down like that. I think sometimes when you are near the head of it, you can work on the frenulum for a second, too, like with your tongue. Try it.”Holy shit! Her lips were snug and she began working on me methodically. I knew I had to save something for the next lesson but I would have been very happy to blast a load down this woman's throat, skipping right to the last lesson. She was blowing me like a pro. Finally I said, “Okay, stop. Stop Loraine, that is amazing. Let's take a break for a minute.”I caught my breath and then said, “Okay, let's try it again. Say you were on a date and a guy invited you in and you want to make an impression on him. Show me what you'd do.”She got up and walked around the bed and came up between my legs. Taking my cock in her hand, she looked up into my eyes and touched the tip of her tongue to the underside of my cock. She licked lightly until I could not watch any more. I was moaning and panting. Then I felt her lips surround my cock and proceed down the shaft until she had me down her throat. I could not open my eyes, but I'm sure she had the whole thing. She held that position for a few seconds and then began fucking me with her mouth, up and down on my shaft, devouring me until I literally pushed her head away and shouted, “No, stop, you have to stop.” She came and lay beside me again and I told her she was a wonderful student and I hoped we could have some more lessons in the future.She thanked me for teaching her, then said, “Well it's time for Roxy to learn.” There was no jealousy in her voice. It sounded like she was eager for her friend to learn this valuable lesson, as she had.“Yes,” I said, “Roxy's turn. Can you go send her in? You were an A student, by the way, that was wonderful.”Loraine gave me a passionate salty-tasting kiss, with tongue this time, and a hug, and she hopped up, pulled her clothes on, and hurried out the door, calling Roxy.I lay on my back, panting. I was appreciating my crazy wife more than anything. I always knew she was adventurous but she was also traditional in so many ways, she would not risk her marriage. I never would have imagined this.Roxy came in with a wine glass in her hand. She paused in the doorway, then pulled the door shut.“How was it?” she asked me. “Did Loraine learn something?”“I'd say she did,” I said. “So tell me, is this true, you don't know how to give a blow job?”“Yeah,” she sa

Single Women Seek Instruction In Fellatio Arts.Based on a post by TheDoctah. Listen to the ►Podcast at Steamy Stories.We finished the wine bottle, well what else were we going to do with it? My wife's straight-laced friends were getting giggly. The four of us had been having a good time.“Spin The Bottle!” they shouted at once, before dissolving into giggles.“You want to play spin the bottle,” I asked. “How's that going to work? I notice that there are three women and one guy at this party, and the guy is married to one of the women. Or have you all gone gay all of a sudden?”Marlene, my wife, spoke up. “No, honey, we have not gone gay. And I don't want you having sex with these disreputable sluts, I mean, my best friends. But it's true, you're the only boy at the party.”I looked at her two friends. Loraine was tall, a dishwater blond with a slim body, and Roxy. Roxy was a short, buxom Italian cutie who could not help flirting, no matter what.“OK,” I said, “What's the idea then?”“Seven minutes of heaven,” Roxy interjected, and everybody took a sip and laughed.“With me,” I wanted to make sure I was understanding this."Well duh,” Marlene said. “We already told you we're not going gay. And you're the only male person here.”I gave her a sharp look. “And you're okay with this,” I asked her."Sure,” she said. “It's just a game. And I am pretty sure you'll have a good time.” Understatement of the year. All three women were grinning at me. I asked, “How does this work?”Roxy said; “whoever it points to, they go into the closet for seven minutes and do anything they want. Then they come out and somebody spins the bottle again.“Marlene: "And since there's one of you, just us girls will spin it, and see who goes in the closet with you.Marlene & I have been married a long time, and I trust that Marlene, same as me, has not been with anybody else for years. Loraine and Roxy were two of my wife's best friends. But I had never even flirted with either of them.The ladies were seated on the floor.  Marlene held the bottle dramatically out in the middle of their circle, looked at both her friends, and gave it a fast spin.It stopped, pointing at Roxy. She's not the shy type but you could see her take a big swallow."Well, Roxy.” my wife said. “You get seven minutes of heaven with Jacob.”“Yeah,” Roxy said, “You're sure this is okay?”“Absolutely,” Marlene said. “But look, how about a rule? No fucking in there, okay?”“Okay.” “Okay.” Loraine and Roxy said.“Unless it's me,” Marlene quipped, and they all giggled.Roxy said, “Okay, here goes.”Now in the hall closet, my ears were ringing, my hands were shaking, my dick was hard. And with Roxy. Are you kidding me?I said, “What are we supposed to –” but Roxy grabbed my head and pulled my face to hers in the dark and opened her mouth and attacked my mouth with her tongue. “Here. let me help you;” she reached behind herself to unsnap her bra and voila, those beautiful breasts fell into my eager hands.She was stroking my cock through my jeans. I could have shot a load right then. I pushed my fingers between her legs and she spread them to let me stroke her over the thin fabric of her pants. Her fingers outlined my penis as they slipped up and down its length, and then we heard a voice call, “That's six minutes!”Roxy giggled and broke our kiss, reached behind herself and put everything back. I stepped back, hoping my erection would subside before the door opened.“Okay, time!”I turned the knob and pushed the closet door open. Loraine and Marlene were sitting on the floor looking at us. I could see Marlene trying not to look at my face too closely, she was dying of curiosity but covering it well.“You ready for the next spin,” Marlene asked me. I felt she was taunting me. My cock at least was not trying to bust my zipper any more."Sure,” I said. “I win every round.”“Yeah, you do,” the ladies agreed. Another sip of wine, more laughter, and Marlene took up the bottle again.“What happens if he gets the same person twice,” Roxy asked."I don't see what's wrong with that,” Marlene said.“Well it doesn't seem fair,” Roxy said. “I mean, I'm all for going in there again, but it wouldn't seem right to leave you two sitting out here waiting that long.”Loraine agreed, and Marlene seemed to see the sense of it. She said, “Okay, so the next round it will just be me and Loraine.” Marlene gave the bottle a twist and let it go and it finally stopped, pointing at my wife.“Huh, that's ironic,” Marlene laughed. “I mean, a guy making out with his own wife, it seems kind of weird.”“Let's try it,” I said, taking her hand. We went into the closet and I kissed her. “I hope you're having fun,” she said.“Are you kidding,” I laughed. Marlene Starts a Blowjob SchoolMarlene dropped to her knees and in two seconds she had my belt unbuckled and my pants pushed down around my knees. "Hey, is that allowed,” I asked. She wrapped her lips around the head of my cock and took several slurps. Then she looked up at me and said, "Yes, it's allowed. I am, after all, married to you.” She took a couple more nibbles and said, “And also, it's not fucking.” Then she put her lips around my cock and sunk her nose down into my pubic hair, deep-throating me and doing something with her tongue on my shaft. She began bobbing up and down on me, slurping and giving me pleasure in ways she had learned after years of marriage. She was an expert cocksucker, I must say.“Now, be careful,” I said. “You don't want to make me cum.”“Why not,” she asked."Because I'll want to stop the game,” I said.“Good point,” she said, as she attacked my penis with her mouth, always stopping just when my breathing turned to moans. She used her hand alongside her lips and kept me on the brink until someone called, “Six minutes.” I helped her to her feet. She kissed me and said, “And don't you forget it.” I could taste the cum in her kiss, definitely a sexy flavor.“Oh, I won't,” I said.A minute later I opened the door and we stepped out. The other two looked at us, again, with curiosity. Marlene and I both smiled at them, and Marlene said, “Well I guess I'm not included in this round.” She sat on the couch and Roxy moved to the floor, across from Loraine.Loraine took the bottle in her hand, but Roxy said, “Lori, you're the only one who hasn't gone in the closet with him. Maybe you ought to just go.”“That wouldn't be fair,” Loraine said. “It wouldn't really be a game, would it?”"It seems fair to me,” Roxy said.“I'll spin it, and we'll see what happens,” Loraine said. With a flick of the wrist she sent the bottle twirling on the carpet between the two of them. All of us watched, fixated on it, imagining possible outcomes. The bottle slowed and came to a stop pointing at Roxy.“See,” Roxy said. "It's me again. That isn't fair.”“Sure it is,” my wife said. “That's how you play.” She gave Roxy a significant look, almost daring her to take this game past the limits.Roxy stared back at her and then stood slowly. “Okay,” she said, “I won this round.”“Yes, you did,” Marlene said with a laugh. “You and Jacob won this one.” Honestly, it seemed like Marlene wanted it to get out of hand.Roxy and I went into the closet and I pulled the door shut. She whispered, “She didn't finish you off in here, did she?”“No,” I said. “Close, but no.”“Good,” Roxy said, and her hand went immediately to my cock, which was already hard in anticipation. We began making out as she jacked me off through the denim of my jeans. I stroked her crotch and she reached down and unbuttoned her cotton pants. “Here, I'll make it easy for you,” she giggled. Her pussy was soaking wet when my fingers got under her panties. I squeezed again, and then began rolling her clit between my fingers slowly, until she arched her back and stifled a profound grunt, buried her face against me and spasmed uncontrollably for half a minute.“ She was laughing when she stopped. "Oh my god,” she whispered. “It has been a long time.” She renewed her attack on my cock and had me near the edge when they called six minutes.I'm sure I looked like I'd been hit over the head with a hammer when we came out. Marlene looked at Loraine and said, “Enough of this, it's your turn. I get him every night.”“Huh, good point,” Loraine said. “Okay, we'll pretend we spun it and it landed on me.”“Sure,” Marlene said. She picked up the bottle and set it on the floor pointing at Loraine. “There you go. Have fun.”Loraine said, “What have you guys been doing in here? I don't know what to do.”“We can do anything you want to do,” I said. “Except fuck me.”She stood there.“Come here,” I said, and I put my arms around her and kissed her, and she kissed like a schoolgirl. I used my tongue to pry her lips apart, and after a minute or so she got the idea. I ran my hands over her body and she responded coyly.She ran her hands over my upper body and whispered, “Is it okay if I touch you?”“Absolutely,” I said. I was not sure what she meant but I liked the sound of it. “I would love that.”Then she surprised the shit out of me by unbuckling my belt, pulling my pants down, and pulling my cock out. She ran her fingers over it, slowly jacking me off, tugging and stroking. I said, “That is amazing.”“You like that,” she said."Yes. A lot. You better be a little careful or you're going to make me cum.”“Wow, really?” She didn't seem to believe me, and continued stroking me.After a couple of minutes of that I said, “You better stop. It was just too good.”“Too good,” she laughed. "Too good?”“Yes,” I said, “If you keep going, the game will be over.”“I see.” I kissed her some more and we made out until they gave the alarm.The other two studied us as we came out. Loraine looked kind of embarrassed and flustered, but happy.“How was it,” Roxy asked, tactlessly."It was great,” I said.“Yes, it was great,” Loraine said.“You still able to keep playing,” my wife taunted me."Yes, absolutely, I wouldn't miss this for the world,” I said. “Let's have a sip of wine and rest up for the next round.”Loraine said, “I was scared at first. In fact, I was glad when the bottle never pointed at me. I thought I'd get out of doing it, going in there with Jacob, I feel much better now. But it was a little awkward. I never know what to do.”“Never,” Marlene asked."Yes,” Loraine said, “With guys. I mean, I just let them do what they want, and that seems to make them happy.”“What would you want to do,” Marlene asked. We were all feeling the intensity of the evening and the wine."I don't know,” Loraine said. “I just don't know how to do anything.”“We all feel like that,” Roxy said.“Really,” Marlene said. "I don't think I feel that way, unless I'm missing something.” She turned to Loraine, “Do you mean you don't have orgasms?”“No,” Loraine seemed to be blushing. “No, I'm okay with that. But I don't know how to do anything.”Marlene gazed at her. “Oh, I see.” We all took a thoughtful sip of wine, wondering where this was going. Looking at Loraine she continued, “So you don't feel like you are kinky enough or something?”Loraine looked at the floor. “No. Like a blow job, I know girls do that all the time but I don't know how to do it.”Marlene laughed, almost spitting out some wine. “Oh, well, that's easy. You just need to practice.”“Yeah, sure, with who?”Marlene spoke up. “Okay, I said no fucking, remember?” Everybody nodded. “But I didn't say no blow jobs.” Hearts were pounding. Marlene looked at Roxy. “Don't tell me you don't know how to give a blow job either?”Roxy said, “I've tried it before but I don't think it really worked.”Marlene stood up and paced around the room. “Well this is ridiculous. Jacob, you see what we have to do here. You are going to have to teach my friends how to give head.”Marlene laughed. “Sex school. Girls, it's time to learn the tricks of the trade. I don't know about you using our bed.” She thought some more. “Oh well, why not? I'll burn some sage or something. Why don't you & Loraine go into our room, Jacob do your best to show her what to do.”Roxy said, “What about me?”Marlene looked at her. “Yeah, what about you? Well, tell you what, Jacob see if you can get through a 7 minute lesson without blowing your load, think you can do that, honey?”I nodded. Marlene went on: “Okay, Loraine, then Roxy. Is that okay?”Roxy didn't look extremely happy with the deal but she agreed to it.Loraine and I went into the bedroom. I turned on the closet light and turned off the overhead. “How are we going to do this,” I asked."I don't know,” she said, “You're teaching me.”“Yeah, okay. So you don't know how to give a blow job, that's it?”“Yeah.”“Have you ever tried?”“Yeah, a couple of times.”“And what happened?”“He just wanted me to stop.”“Okay, so first, let me see what you do. We are going to get into the bed. Actually we'll both get naked.”We lay in the bed, her head on my arm, against my chest. My cock was pointing. I said, “Okay, well this is a little awkward but we'll do what we can. Why don't you go down on me and show me what you do.”I felt her lips touch the tip of my cock and then something, maybe she was licking it. Her lips took an inch or so of me and went up and down a few times.“Okay,” I said. “I see where we're at. Let me tell you a couple of things to start with. First of all, when I come, I want you to swallow it. Have you ever done that?”“Swallow what,” she asked.I thought for a few seconds. "Here's the deal, if you are doing this well, the guy is going shoot a load of sperm into your mouth. I'm going to try not to today, but I mean in real life. I don't know what it tastes like, it might be a little salty I think, but whatever, when he cums, swallow it like it is the finest Belgian chocolate, whether you like it or not. Gulp it down and lick up the last drops. You got that?”“I can't imagine that but yes, I hear you.”“But we're not going to do that now. I'm just telling you, if you are going to give a good blow job you're going to swallow it. Now, to get practical. There are two things that guys find irresistible. There is a little notch under the head of my penis, I'm circumcised, but I suppose everybody has this, that's called the frenulum. Look closely at it. See where it's like the two halves meet, right under the tip? That is extremely sensitive. Touch that with your tongue and you will drive a man crazy.” I held my cock in place so she could see it from a few inches away.“Yeah, okay, I think I see where you mean.”“Good. Do it.”Oh my god, she did that. After two seconds she stopped. “No,” I said, “Keep doing it. Lick that part of me lightly. You have to be gentle there. It is very sensitive.”I kept bouncing away from her and had to tell her to grip my shaft. I was moaning, I could have blasted right then.“Okay, good,” I said, “Now you have to stop. Oh my fucking god. Stop!” She stopped.“There is one other major skill. And I'll tell you, most girls can't do this and it's okay if you can't, but it's good to try. It's called deep throating, have you ever heard of that?”“I've heard the term,” she said.“Do you know what it means,” I asked her."No. I mean I can imagine but not really.”“Okay, well you see my cock is about average length. But still, if you tried to stuff it all in your mouth you would probably choke on it. Go ahead, try.”Loraine leaned over me and took me into her mouth. She got pretty far and began to gag.“So here's the deal,” I said. “You can learn not to gag. Maybe not right away, but if you can get a guy's cock down your throat he will do anything you say. He will be your slave for life. Go ahead, try. Go as far as you can, then relax and see if you can go a little farther. If you start to gag, back up a little and try again. Just try to relax your throat.”I lay back on the pillow with my hands behind my head, watching this slender cutie working on my cock. She would get half of it and begin to choke, and start again. She was actually making progress. Finally she had reached her limit, and it was time to move on.“Okay, good,” I said, “Stop. You were getting good at that. The two best things for a guy are one, licking his frenulum, and two, getting your lips around the base of his cock. But deep-throating is hard. In general, the main technique you will use is just fucking him with your mouth. You want to try that?”“Sure,” she said. “What do I do?”“Well wrap your lips around the middle of my shaft, not too far down, you don't have to choke for this. Now tighten your lips and move your mouth up to the tip of my cock. Then move it back down to the middle, maybe a little farther if that's comfortable. Keep going up and down like that. I think sometimes when you are near the head of it, you can work on the frenulum for a second, too, like with your tongue. Try it.”Holy shit! Her lips were snug and she began working on me methodically. I knew I had to save something for the next lesson but I would have been very happy to blast a load down this woman's throat, skipping right to the last lesson. She was blowing me like a pro. Finally I said, “Okay, stop. Stop Loraine, that is amazing. Let's take a break for a minute.”I caught my breath and then said, “Okay, let's try it again. Say you were on a date and a guy invited you in and you want to make an impression on him. Show me what you'd do.”She got up and walked around the bed and came up between my legs. Taking my cock in her hand, she looked up into my eyes and touched the tip of her tongue to the underside of my cock. She licked lightly until I could not watch any more. I was moaning and panting. Then I felt her lips surround my cock and proceed down the shaft until she had me down her throat. I could not open my eyes, but I'm sure she had the whole thing. She held that position for a few seconds and then began fucking me with her mouth, up and down on my shaft, devouring me until I literally pushed her head away and shouted, “No, stop, you have to stop.” She came and lay beside me again and I told her she was a wonderful student and I hoped we could have some more lessons in the future.She thanked me for teaching her, then said, “Well it's time for Roxy to learn.” There was no jealousy in her voice. It sounded like she was eager for her friend to learn this valuable lesson, as she had.“Yes,” I said, “Roxy's turn. Can you go send her in? You were an A student, by the way, that was wonderful.”Loraine gave me a passionate salty-tasting kiss, with tongue this time, and a hug, and she hopped up, pulled her clothes on, and hurried out the door, calling Roxy.I lay on my back, panting. I was appreciating my crazy wife more than anything. I always knew she was adventurous but she was also traditional in so many ways, she would not risk her marriage. I never would have imagined this.Roxy came in with a wine glass in her hand. She paused in the doorway, then pulled the door shut.“How was it?” she asked me. “Did Loraine learn something?”“I'd say she did,” I said. “So tell me, is this true, you don't know how to give a blow job?”“Yeah,” she sa

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Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 24 Eve of the New Order In 30 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the podcast at Explicit Novels.             Earned leadership is a blessing; assigned leadership is a burden   "Am I going to have to spank this little kitty to teach you a lesson?" Rio asked sweetly. Mercy vigorously shook her head in denial. "So you don't want me to do this?" Rio began energetically rubbing her fingers over the moist cunt. I was distracted from the rest of that exchange by Barbie Lynn's recovery. She climbed up my body, cheeks still full of my cum and staring at me with a mischievous hunger. At the moment I thought we were going to mimic the cum-swapping trick Ms. Lane and I had done, she went in another direction. Barbie Lynn leaned forward within inches of Vivian's face. Vivian reacted by pulling away, knocking the back of her skull against the headboard of the bed. "Barbie Lynn, I am not kissing you, and I am certainly not kissing you with Zane's, seed/semen in your mouth," Vivian insisted. Barbie Lynn mumbled something that sounded somewhat like 'but you'll like it' and did her best to look sexy, innocent, and inviting all at once. She would have had me convinced that brushing my teeth with uranium hexafluoride was the best thing for long term dental health too. Barbie Lynn pressed forward, Vivian held her back by putting a hand on each shoulder, and then Barbie Lynn transferred one of Vivian's hands so that it now supported one of Barbie Lynn's dangling tits. Realistically, Vivian was better at Karate than Barbie Lynn and could have blocked/resisted the blow, but Vivian had the ability to be remarkably compliant at the weirdest of times, like right now. Barbie Lynn was really close to doing as promised. "Please don't," Vivian asked softly. Barbie Lynn went one step further; she tapped her forehead to Vivian's forehead, smiled at her, and sat up, ready to swallow at last. "Wait, don't!" Rio cried out. She switched direction so that she was beside Barbie Lynn and they were the ones now actually kissing and letting my semen travel from tongue to tongue. When Rio got her share and then some, she spun rapidly back to Mercy and slapped that girl's thigh, motioning her up on her knees facing Rio. As Mercy reached the appointed position, Rio took her head in both hands and bore into a powerful oral exchange. One blowjob with three recipients, not my normal wake-up routine. That aforementioned bunch of guys is going to crucify me, upside down. Mercy went from slightly hesitant to rather animated in seconds, keeping tight to Rio as Rio tried to withdraw. Mercy's tongue lashed Rio's mouth a few more times before Rio pushed her back. "You like that, my Bang-bunny?" Rio taunted Mercy. "Do you like Zane's cream on your tongue and going down your throat?" "Yes," Mercy responded shyly, "yes, I like it very much." I waited for 'can I have another' and an inappropriate chorus from 'Oliver'. Rio didn't see things that way. She wrapped Mercy up by the waist and kissed her once more. "Okay, but since you are such a lousy cocksucker I am going to make you practice on Zane every night at eleven until you get it right, at least until the end of the semester," Rio scolded Mercy. "If that is what you want!" Mercy beamed. "Lord Jesus, save me," Vivian prayed for sanity to return to the room. "Oh, no, you are not," Barbie Lynn challenged Mercy and Rio's little scheme as she rushed to my rescue. "Not every night, anyway," she added. Maybe not rushing to my rescue after all. "The next lady to lay claim to my sexual favors, I'm going to make French kiss Ms. Marlowe during breakfast at the Dining Hall," I threatened. "Spread the word." "How is that going to work?" Rio snickered. "I don't know, but I've done every other inconceivable thing I've set out to do so why should this be any different?" I gave her a lopsided grin. "Yes, all of this is very nice," Vivian lectured, "but Zane only has seven minutes left to take a shower downstairs." We started to stampede for the exit. "Robes, towels," Vivian reminded us. She was rapidly learning many of the important skills one needs to become a mother to teenagers, a cat wrangler, or a prison guard. The Dawn of the New Order, like it or not.   It started at 6:45 as we began filing out of the dorm toward the dining hall and breakfast. We received texts, or our dorm mothers received them if we didn't have that function, assigning us a tribe we belonged to. What was a tribe? No one seemed to have a clue what this entailed for us.   "So," Iona was the first to ask me, "What tribe are you part of?"   "My tribe's called the Mediator tribe," I responded. "What lame-ass name does your tribe have?" Iona blinked at me, took my phone from my hands, and looked at it while we walked.   "Mercy and I are in 17," Rio sneered. "Why did your group merit a name and ours didn't?"   "Because Zane doesn't have a tribe," Iona figured. "He is not of the mediator tribe; he's a mediator. The real question is, how many mediators are there and what is their responsibility?"   "I'm in tribe three," Vivian volunteered. "I do have a notation but no indication who to see about it." The conversations around us were going in the same general direction, the girls trying to figure what sort of disruptions this would cause. The teachers put a kibosh on students walking around and finding out where their friends were placed so the text and phone messages being tossed around were obscene.   The surprise going to breakfast had saved virtually all of the freshmen from Handmaiden's Duty but they snapped us up heading for Assembly. I had Frederica Nicholas who decided to make a game of her giving me a word and me having to create a poetic verse. I rapidly learned the more risqu my verse, the more touchy-feely she became. (And she is a Rhaine supporter, huh?) I am a glutton for sexual foreplay no matter where it comes from.   Entry into the Assembly Hall brought its own special form of confusion. All the seats had numbers for the tribes that could sit there. I didn't find my group anywhere but I did catch the fact that Christina's group had been broken up. I stopped by Heaven to put a comforting hand on her shoulder because she looked terribly unsettled before I approached Ms. Goodswell on the stage.   My spiritual advisor stood up, walked to the edge of the stage, and knelt down so we could talk privately.   "Hi, Teach. I can't seem to find my groups/tribe's area," I said pleasantly. "Can you help me out? Hell, can you tell me what's going on?"   "Zane, your seat is right over there," she said, pointing to a chair on the front row, aisle seat. She smiled sadly. "All I can tell you about this program right now is that I trust you." Oh crap, that didn't sound good. Sitting on the front row, the region normally reserved for seniors, was just as disturbing. I sensed an epic boning in my future and I was sure I knew who the chick with the strap-on was.   Chancellor Bazz came to the podium and led us through the first ten minutes of the session. I could tell she was simmering with anger and resentment over whatever the upcoming fiasco was, and she showed it. She introduced Vice Chancellor Scarlett, then sat down abruptly. Her enthusiasm wasn't muted; it was buried in the core of the earth.   "Greetings, students of Freedom Fellowship University; I believe we stand at the first step to a great, glorious, and blessed experiment," Vice Chancellor Doctor Victoria Scarlett began. Her plan did sound grandiose, was certainly going to be famous (or infamous), and whichever supernatural powers put their mark on this train wreck, I was sure we'd discover the Arch-angel Morningstar also had his sulfuric fingerprints on it when the CSI's were finally brought in.   The basics of the scheme: There would be eighteen tribes of fifty or more members. Each tribe had all four grades in it but was focused on declared majors so that the girls could support one another. Each tribe would internally determine how they would regulate themselves as well. Externally, relations would be overseen by the Mediator, yes, that was in the singular, as in one: me.   At this point, I was wondering if jumping up, shooting Scarlett in the heart, and crying 'Sic semper tyrannis' was appropriate. I didn't have a gun and realistically, Victoria didn't deserve death for what she was putting all of us through. A few days in a pillory would suffice. No, she was making me be the 'Man' of our academic community, our judge and arbitrator.   As for my job qualifications, or lack thereof; I am considered morally loose, if not downright deviant. I'm an eighteen-year-old boy telling twenty-one-year-old women what to do, I have no legal experience, oh, yes, and half the campus hates my guts. I almost missed it when Doctor Scarlett added that Vivian would remain my guardian.   Maybe Vivian would throw herself in the path of a sharpened pencil, pen, or stylus aimed at my heart by any number of the young ladies that wanted me dead, just like a Secret Service Agent.   "You will be informed of the location of your first meetings. Each tribe will meet at eight o'clock tonight and tomorrow night to create the foundations of your group," Doctor Scarlett informed us.   "Tribes five and seventeen will be meeting in the Solarium of Alan Smithee dorm, if that is okay with Mr. Braxton." Victoria looked my way. I stood up in case anyone missed my discomfort for being called out and actually asked by a lead educator for anything resembling permission on this campus.   "Eight o'clock tonight?" I questioned. "I don't know if that works for me. I have a Brazilian body wax at eight and have scheduled my eyebrows to be plucked at 8:45, plus there is a new episode of NCIs: Los Angeles at nine."   "How about they promise to keep the noise level down?" Victoria volleyed right back at me without missing a beat.   "Very well, Doctor Scarlett, if you personally guarantee their behavior, I'm okay with them using my room," I allowed. I couldn't provoke Scarlett and I couldn't embarrass her, so I was back to facing her rear-bound artificial cock catching up with my behind. I sat back down. Victoria quickly exited center stage and a bitter Chancellor ushered us through the last of the service.   I waited outside the Assembly Hall for my friends and my Handmaiden for the moment, Theresa Yates. Christina and Chastity caught up with me first, both giving me a curious look.   "Bro," Rio sneered as she and Mercy joined us, "we need to discuss your future abuse of power, bribes and kick-backs you are going to get. Nice banter with ol' Scarlett too."   "Yes," Christina said sarcastically, "being flippant with the Vice Chancellor backfired so spectacularly the first time, it definitely needed repeating." Her criticism really sucked because I always secretly wanted her to think well of me.   "What's your plan?" Chastity prodded me. She was always helping me out when she got the chance. As she finished, Iona, Hope, Faith, and Heaven showed up.   "They split us up," growled Heaven. "Do something, Zane."   "He just found out about this," Iona responded before I could. "Give it time and combined, we will come up with a solution together." I sighed with some relief at her assistance and then I blinked. The powerful kiss I planted on Iona's lips caught everyone off-guard.   "Freaking brilliant!" I complimented her gaily, giddy with glee. I didn't have an actual plan yet but I had a direction to propel my thought toward. With my mind awhirl, I caught sight of Theresa moving past me on her way to class.   "Hey, Theresa," I called out. "What are you having me do today?" She looked a bit shocked.   "Zane, we are no longer allowed to call on you for Handmaiden's Duty," she informed me.   "Oh, He, ck no," I choked out. "Who says?"   "The Vice-Chancellor declared you to be outside the tradition," she stated sadly. I wasn't going to stand for this. Victoria was building a wedge between me and the rest of the student body.   "Iona, do that tech-thing that you do and inform the ladies that by the authority vested in me as mediator, I am reinstating myself as part of the Handmaiden's duty until, over half of the tribal leaders petition that I do otherwise," I announced.   "By tech-thing, do you mean send a text message with an accompanying e-mail to all the students on the school registry?" Iona regarded me quizzically.   "Zane," Chastity worried, "are you sure you have the authority?"   "Of course he has the authority," Rio declared. "He's the freaking mediator." Sometimes I would really like to get a word in before the conversation runs away from me.   I swatted Iona on the ass, she squawked.   "Chastity, this is clearly a game of chicken, so why not see how far Scarlett is willing to go," I replied. The look Christina gave me restored my faith in me; her eyes beamed at me, alight with an intellectual fire. I had one last thing to do while the chaos boiled one last time before the ebb: I hugged Rio.   "I want you to break into Gabrielle's place," I whispered in her ear, "wait for her to come get you, and tell her this: There is no Cordelia Dresden."   "Back off, Joker," Rio punched me. Rio trusted me not to put her in harm's way if I had another choice and Gabrielle knew that Rio would be the last person any sane individual would trust to do this.   She gave no hint of a reply to my request. The assumption was, if Cordelia didn't know what we were up to, she couldn't figure out a way to stop us, and right now I wanted a way for us out of her little game here at FFU. My current theory was that the girl I knew as Cordelia didn't exist before she came here, she was an invented personality, and I wanted to know who the inventor was.   Oh yeah, back to my actual life where my academic and social lives were in upheaval because my current nemesis (or one of them anyway) was a crusading idealist. I swear to God, if I survive this place, I will never forgive Aunt Jill for not sending me to the University of Hawaii, which was my first choice for college. All I had to worry about there was hurricanes, tsunamis, volcanoes, and the wrath of the island spirits for despoiling virgins, simple shit.   "Zane, you will discuss the merits and sins of the concubines of King Solomon with me," Theresa said, as she passed me her backpack to carry. Life rolled back to semi-normal and we separated to make our way to our first classes of the day. That illusion took another ill turn when I entered English class with Ms. Goodswell. She gestured for me to come to her desk before the lesson began.   "Zane," she informed me softly, "none of the female teachers or administrators at this school can give you orders, only suggestions. Only Doctor Jennings may truly compel you to do anything."   This bombshell was the reason she said she trusted me back in Assembly. The only one making me do the right thing was me. I had never considered me Mr. Responsibility before so I was in for a crash course in having authority over 900 students and 100 teachers. I told Virginia Goodswell about my decision concerning my Handmaiden's Duty to get her input, then compelled her to treat me as any other student, because apparently, I'm in charge of students now.   "There are old soldiers and there are bold soldiers, but there are very few old, bold soldiers," she reminded me. "Never forget, no matter how dark it may seem, Zane, you are never alone."   "I could always use a picture of you in a white, low-cut bikini to inspire me," I hinted.   "Mr. Braxton, by the authority vested in me by the mediator, I order you to take your seat so we can begin classes," she smirked. Oh, the irony: stymied by my own hubris.   Celia Wanamaker snapped me up coming out of English class. Vivian was waiting for me and Raven was in tow, right up until Paige snapped her up. Celia had me name a biblical character for each letter of the alphabet. Paige had Raven quote bible verses, backwards. As if there was any doubt my day could get worse, it did so immediately.   "Oh, the great Priest-King approaches!" screeched Rio on seeing me. "We all must genuflect, that's kneel down until your head touches the ground for you stupid bitches, until the Mediator passes." The horrible, horrible thing was that dozens of confused girls started doing just that.   "Hold on," I held up my hands for attention, "Hold on. Rio is mistaken. Genuflecting is only done during the Holy Days of Christmas, Good Friday, and Easter."   Okay, I made that up off the fly and I figured that I wouldn't be at school for Christmas, and Good Friday and Easter were next year and I'd worry about that then. For now:   "Emily, Rebecca, Henrietta, and Magdalena, please carry Rio to her next class, by the legs and arms," I instructed some of the closest students. "If a door or other object gets in the way, don't hesitate to use her head as a battering ram."   "Damn, Bro, that's harsh," Rio giggled from the floor. I knelt beside her.   "Yeah," I whispered, "like being man-handled by four girls isn't going to turn you on."   "Don't tell them that," she whispered back. I rose and continued on to class. A wiggling, squirming, cursing, and fighting Rio followed us.   I went through the same rigmarole in Biblical Archeology. I told the teacher that using my authority over students, I was instructing her to instruct me as if I was any other student, because I was a student and this was the area of my authority; right? She bought into my reasoning with some relief.   "How was it?" I mouthed to Rio once class was well on the way.   "Two hands all the way up the thigh, one knows I forgot my undies and was thoroughly soaked, two titties grabbed," Rio described what she'd been subjected to, "and I got to bite Magdalena's ass. I love those soccer player asses. You are most likely the best friend I will ever know; thank you."   "Always willing to help a fellow pervert out," I grinned back. Rio winked, then returned to work. I needed all the humor I could get because it was going to be a long damn day. By the time I made Marksmanship at three o'clock, I was damn happy to shoot something. I got some relief by having my best day ever, scoring a 53 (out of a possible 100) at the range. When I finished, I noticed a large number of my club mates standing close by.   WOMEN and the WORLD at LARGE   "Yes?" I questioned the ladies clustered behind me at the firing line.   "Oh, we are huddling behind your manliness," Daphne, one of the better shooters, joked.   "Manliness? Daphne, you just shot an 87. Hell, if you ladies want to be safe, stand in front of me, because apparently that's the one place my bullets don't go," I chided her.   That was a slight exaggeration. I was a pretty good shot out to 50 meters, but when I have to use binoculars to even see the target some of these girls are nailing, I know I have a long way to go.   "Zane, police your station," Hope instructed me. "Everyone, it is time for field training." This was the other part of marksmanship, sneaking around and spotting targets in the woods. We didn't use live rounds but it was still fun stuff.   "Gung-ho!" I responded to Hope. I'd heard that this was the battle cry of an Asian-American unit in World War II; Japanese I think.   "I'm Korean, Zane," Hope tried not to chuckle. "We are not exactly friends with the Japanese."   "If I stop saying it will you ask your Daddy not to come?" I inquired hopefully.   "If you keep saying it, I'll stop telling my Father I can't live without you," she countered.   "You can't live without me?" I questioned.   "Of course I can live without you, but I had to think of something to stop him from parachuting here in the dead of night and slitting your throat," she confided.   "You are joking; right?" I worried. Hope was nonresponsive as we got our gear together for the hike. "Hope, tell me that was a joke." Once we passed into the forest, Hope was quiet, business-like and nothing but. We were a mile into our trek when Hope settled down to study the environs. Per procedure, Hope watched to her front and left; I crouched at her back, facing away, and watched to our rear and Hope's right.   We would stay this way until Hope set up on the target, which was when I became her spotter. Since we weren't there yet, I scanned my area one more time, then cupped my right hand and reached behind me until I touched Hope's ass. I waited for a reaction of any kind but none came. Three seconds later I began to gently coast along her posterior, lightly squeezing her buttocks and rubbing along her cleft.   With a careful ear, I caught Hope's breath gaining in intensity. A few seconds later, she reached back and tapped my arm lightly so I stopped. Hope then rose carefully and we continued on our way. During the entire encounter, neither one of us had deviated from our watchfulness, which gave the whole situation a greater erotic appeal for me.   "Zane," Hope caught my attention as the last rifle and bullet was secured away, "I really wasn't sure how you would deal with me, being better than you. How do you do it?"   "All the training and skill in the world isn't worth a damn if you won't fight," I tried to explain. "A willingness to fight without talent is a waste. Hope, you didn't defeat me; you beat me."   She seemed to be searching for my definition of those two terms.   "Let's walk over to Orienteering before Heaven pops," I suggested. "We can both pin Heaven down but short of killing her, I'm not sure how to stop her." Hope chuckled at that assessment and nodded. "Hope, you put me on the mat and made me tap out, you beat me. You haven't discouraged me from coming at you when I feel I'm more capable, you haven't defeated me."   "Beating implies physical dominance but defeat is a state of mind," Hope replied as she stripped my definitions bare. I swung back my hand to spank her ass. Hope flinched slightly as instinct recognized the incoming blow and dictated a menu of responses, most of which involved causing me pain. I spanked her left ass cheek; Hope yelped and glared over her shoulder at me in feigned annoyance.   "You are a very verbose wench," I shook my finger at her.   "Do you want them to perform an extensive autopsy to figure out where I stuck that finger or are you going to remove it from my face right now?" she challenged me mirthfully. I stepped to her side, draped an arm around her waist; a second later she hesitantly echoed the gesture.   When we got to Orienteering, Hope and I parted company and I joined my fellow students as Heaven stood before us. The silence dragged on, and on until I finally felt compelled to raise my hand.   "Yes, Zane?" Heaven asked sweetly. You know; that 'sweetly' that says, I have an iron skillet to the head in my immediate future.   "Class? Are we going to have class today? Please?" I mumbled.   "I don't know, Zane," Heaven glared at me with a vicious smile stitched to her face. "Do we have your permission to have class today? Apparently we need to." Oh, fuck-buckets; Hope had probably had the same instructions and blown them off; Heaven was going a different way.   "I understand," I announced with dignity as I stood and walked up beside Heaven before facing the rest of the class. "As your appointed mediator, I think we should come forth and pray on the matter. All of you come to the front and kneel in a semi-circle; you too Heaven." I put a hand on her shoulder and put pressure on her to kneel beside me, right beside me.   The girls gathered around, Heaven was on her knees only inches from my crotch with her eyes flickering from my hard cock (I'm giving strong consideration to slamming that bastard in the middle of the US Tax Code to make it calm down) to my eyes. Soon I was in the center of a waist-level sea of slightly swaying female heads.   "Let us pray," I intoned. "Lord, guide us and give us strength to be true to ourselves, have faith in the gifts of insight, determination, and self-worth you have given us. Also, give us the vision to see what is wrong, the knowledge to understand when we hear things that are nonsense, and the will to forge past those words so that we find our own voice. In Jesus Christ's name we pray; Amen." "Amen," the girls said, at varying volumes and with varying conviction. They were all there, on their knees, staring at me. I swear to God, if one of them had 'Bahhed, I'd have died on the spot. "Okay, who believes I'm more qualified to teach this class than Heaven?" I began. Two girls started to raise their hands then self-consciously reversed direction. "You are all correct; I am totally unqualified to teach this class. I am totally unqualified to tell any of you to do virtually anything. I don't know more about life than any of the rest of you do. At eighteen, I'm younger than most of you. I'm a guy, nothing more. You ladies don't need me. Really, do any of you have any need of me whatsoever?" "Sex," blurted out of the mouth of Ruth, one of the senior club members. No one said anything for a few seconds. Okay, I could deal with this. "Fine, sex. With the Purity Pledge here, do any of you think you would need me for sex?" Twelve of the fourteen girls raised their hands; counting Heaven made it thirteen. I wanted to be anywhere else but in the deathtrap of my own creation. Screw that; I wanted to crawl into a deep, dark hole and pull the dirt in behind me. "We hear you are really good at it," Benios tried to explain things to me. "Brandi told us all about blowjobs. Those seem safe enough with the Pledge," Michelle added. Heaven started snickering at my expense. "All right, everyone," Heaven raised her voice as she stood up, accidentally squeezing my cock through my pants as she did so, "let's get started, and if no one screws up today, we can have Thursday's class in Zane's bedroom." We finished the last class for the day and started leaving our outdoor classroom when Ruth put her hand on my lower arm. "Zane, does a blowjob violate the Purity Pledge?" she asked. That wasn't really what she was asking. Why would I know the specifics of a pledge that everyone knew I hadn't taken? No, what she was asking was if she could experiment with oral sex with me. The other girls were not so surreptitiously hanging around for the answer. "Honestly, I don't believe that fellatio is an acceptable alternative to vaginal sex unless it includes cunnilingus," I bullshitted. I believed that, but I was hoping the lingo would buy me an exit. "What?" Ruth stammered. "Oh, I know that," Michelle giggled. "Fellatio is when you take a man's phallus and put it in your mouth, and cunnilingus is when a man puts his mouth, down there," she pointed at her crotch. "Zane, do you do that too? Put your mouth, Ruth hounded me. "Sure," I confessed. "Every man should, but in reality, it is more than tongue work", I wiggled my tongue, "but finger work too. All you have to do is think how your fingers feel down there, except this time they are under someone else's control and you have a strong, flexible muscle added to the mix." I instantly knew I was missing something with this audience. "You touch yourself; right?" I questioned. By many of the guilty looks, I could tell that most of the class had, but a surprising number hadn't, Ruth included. "I never have," Ruth replied. "I was afraid I'd stop being a virgin." I nodded, walked over to the closest tree, and banged my head against it. "That's enough for today," Heaven intervened. "We can pick up this wonderful, non-orienteering discussion next time." She ushered me away. I was rather thankful to get away and into the company of someone I trusted. "Are you ready for tonight?" "You mean am I waiting to pack your tight ass and drag my fingernails over your back until I draw blood? Yes," I grinned down at her. "Evil!" she giggled. "You are sinister, vile, and an aberration to all that is pure in the world." "Well, you are purely wonderful," I countered. "So is this a case of opposites attract?" "Do you like to see me that way?" my transvestite lover teased. "Your legs on my shoulders as I drive into you; on your hands and knees; you looking down at me as you slide down that first time, your ass cheeks bouncing, with my hands kneading them as you face away, but most of all, with your head on my chest, asleep, your hair spilling over your eyes as you lay there, that's the best," I related. "How can you be lusty and sweet at the same time?" she murmured. "It's how you make me feel, Heaven," I explained. "It is no mystery, you are that good to me." "Best boyfriend ever," she whispered, as she hugged my arm tight. On the final approach to Heaven's dorm, she gave me a nudge. "So, how did you beat the ten-second rule?" Heaven prodded me. "We have a ten-second rule?" I questioned. "We don't, silly; it's Hope's rule," Heaven grinned. "No one holds her for more than ten seconds. She has, had proximity issues." "We were intimate," I pointed out. "That probably helps." "I hope so," Heaven laughed. "The first time Christina and I barged into her room, we found ourselves staring down the barrel of a gun. Chastity was her roommate and she nearly freaked because she didn't know Hope had an automatic, much less slept with one under her pillow." "Note to self: never climb in Hope's window looking for a midnight hook-up," I sighed. "Hey," Heaven playfully grumbled, "if you are crawling in anyone's window for some late-night booty, it had better be my window and my booty you are after, Mister." "Or what?" I teased. "Are we back to me being in a deep, dark hole, you with the only key, dressed up for me in black strips of leather?" That description dated back to our first day on campus together when she hated my very existence. "Bitch," Heaven growled with frustrated desire. "I'll see you at the car in ten minutes, then." I gave a double pump of the eyebrows and left. We had been invited by Officer Danica Campbell of the Lancaster PD for a barbeque so we could get reacquainted. It was something Heaven was really looking forward to (not that I minded). Danica's house needed a little yard work but was otherwise an unremarkable ranch style house with an attached carport. Heaven's hands kept fluttering at her sides and straightening out her skirt. Me; I was in a long-sleeved pull-over and jeans and was having a much easier time of it emotionally. My only problem was our timetable; I had to be back before nine. We could smell the burning charcoal from the front yard but I indicated to Heaven that we weren't friends enough to simply walk around back unannounced. We rang the doorbell, then rang it again. Heaven was going for a third, nervous try when Danica opened the door. "Hey, you two, come on in," she greeted us, and stepped aside so we could enter. The first aura I detected in Danica's home was of benign neglect; the house was inhabited but no one actually lived here. Everything looked old but not worn, except for one chair and the cabinet around the TV which had VHS tapes (?) and scores of DVDs from the past ten years. Danica was in a lumberjack shirt, jeans, and deck shoes with a noticeable lack of bra, panties, and socks. "I'm glad you two showed up," Danica said, talking to us as we followed her through the living room to the kitchen. We could see the grill cooking away on a concrete patio through a sliding glass door. "I almost showed up last night," Heaven blurted out, then looked mortified. "You would have had to wait a while," Danica joked. "I worked last night." "I would have put her to sleep on the doorstep, covered her in a blanket, and given her a garden gnome to use as a pillow," I joked. Heaven blushed furiously and punched me in the arm. "Be careful, Mister Braxton," Danica threatened me with a wink, "I have handcuffs, pepper spray, and a taser, behave." I was hoping that comical exchange would have reduced the tension. It almost worked. As Danica opened the sliding glass door, she turned to say something. I have no idea what it was that got into her but at that point, Heaven threw herself at our hostess, wrapped her arms around Danica's neck, and kissed the lady cop. Danica staggered out the door onto the patio, grabbed the doorsill before they toppled over, and after her obvious moment of panic, put her other arm around Heaven's waist. Third Wheel Syndrome was kicking in for a while as the two kept tickling each other's tonsils and rubbing their bodies together. "I, ah, wanted to kiss you since I talked to you on the phone," Heaven finally said. Danica stroked a finger along Heaven's left earlobe, wiggling it back and forth. "Mission accomplished," Danica smiled. "You don't date much, do you? That's not a condemnation; it's just, you have a raw intensity I haven't seen in a while. I like it." Heaven looked ready to dive into another lip frenzy when our hostess held her up. "Let's check on the grill, unless you like your pork chops and chicken burnt as hard as the coals that made 'em." Heaven gave Danica enough lead to make it to the grill and open it up. My friend coughed and choked as the smoke billowed out; it was Heaven's first outdoor barbeque, or at least the first that didn't involve a professional pit master and a whole steer. "Give her some room," I cautioned Heaven. "I hear those things are hot." It was my first time too, but they had similar things in Thailand so I wasn't totally lost. Eventually, I was forced to wrap my arms around Heaven from behind to keep her from bouncing all over the place. Her enthusiasm didn't bother me; she was fun and felt she had a lot of catching up to do. We chatted about her work and our school machinations. Danica made a crack about me and women putting me on my back, funny like a crutch. We gathered in her living room; it was the only room that had the seats to meet our needs with the meat, coleslaw, hush puppies, and lima beans to eat. There was the promise of sherbet if dinner didn't fill us up. Things were going so smoothly that I almost missed Danica's little ploy. "Heaven, since you are getting a beer, would you get me one too," Danica off-handedly mentioned. We were finishing up the meal and washing it down with the appropriate beverage, lemonade in my case and beer in theirs. "Sure," Heaven smiled warmly, and off she went. She didn't hear Danica get up and follow her into the kitchen, though Danica did give me a wink. The moment Heaven pulled the two lagers out of the refrigerator, Danica slipped up behind her and pressed her body into Heaven's. For a second, Heaven thought it was me and was looking over her shoulder to chastise me. I was following but was hanging back. "Zane, then she noticed it was Danica, "Huh?" "Hey, Precious," Danica purred to her, "it seems your hands are occupied;" gesturing to the beer in each. Danica stretched her arms around and cupped Heaven's breasts and began massaging them. Heaven tried to twist around but Danica didn't let her. She bit into Heaven's neck instead, sucking up and down from ear to shoulder. "The last time you snuck up on me; now it is my turn. How does it feel?" Danica continued. She pressed Heaven up against the refrigerator door, grinding her there for a while before letting Heaven turn and faced her. "It feels good," Heaven gulped, "but I know some other things I want to do to you that are better." Danica answered that by sensually sliding down Heaven's body until she was kneeling. From there she lifted Heaven's skirt, pulled down her double panties and started making kissing/slurping noises that made Heaven shudder in anticipation. Danica was bobbing in a slow, languid style that was pushing the tranny toward her own internal blaze. I saw the opportunity to come up and relieve Heaven of her beers before she dropped them. Heaven's hands dropped immediately to Danica's head and trembled with the desire to push Danica farther and farther down her cock. Danica held her off, having more blowjob experience than Heaven and I combined. I took the time offered to remove all our shirts and Heaven's bra before alternating kissing Danica's neck and back while playing with her tits, and going to Heaven and kissing her and teasing her nipples with my teeth. She was over-eager and was tapping Danica's crown inside a minute, indicating the shortness of her fuse. Heaven gave a muted squeak followed by, "Oh, God, that's so fucking good, take it, oh, God, take it!" Danica did a masterful job of soaking up everything Heaven had to give and draining her dry afterwards. Danica had to hold Heaven's hips to stop my lover from sliding to the ground on her ass. "I think we will all be passing on the sherbet," Danica grinned while licking her lips. Heaven nodded, first shakily but soon with much more assurance. I kicked off my shoes in my own endorsement of this plan and we were soon all migrating to Danica's bedroom. Heaven, new to the romantic aspects of sexuality, dove straight onto the bed and shimmied out of her skirt. Danica and I stopped at the foot of said bed and shed our pants (and underwear for me). As Heaven looked at us, I pulled Danica's hair aside and began kissing her from right beneath her ear down to the nape of her neck. Danica responded by pressing her backside into me and gyrating her ass on my crotch. Danica ran her left hand behind her back and began moving it sensually along my stomach to the base of my cock and up again. Her right hand stroked my thigh and hip on the other side. I countered by moving my left to her left breast, mauling it but leaving the nipple unmolested for now. My right hand went in a serpentine fashion to her crotch and hovered right above her clitoris. We played tag with our intimate parts long enough for Danica to start sweating and moaning against me. "Why aren't you married, again?" she snickered. "Oh, yeah, you being eighteen and all." "Are you too much woman for one man?" I countered. "Actually, I've been looking for someone special," she confessed, but she wasn't looking at me when she said it. That wasn't lost on Heaven either; her jaw dropped. "Don't freak," Danica reassured her. "I know we don't have much in common, I'm a townie and you're a rich girl from somewhere else, but we have until spring if you want to hang out." It took Heaven a few moments to digest that. "I'd like that, Danica; I'd like that a lot," she smiled. "Well, I'd like it if you came over here and kissed me before your boyfriend drives me totally nuts," Danica teased her. Heaven got on her knees and waddled to the end of the bed to join us. "Wait," Heaven said at the last second, eyes wide with surprise. "I have a boyfriend and a girlfriend, I rock!" and then she dove into Danica's lips. Danica was propelled into me by Heaven's passionate embrace. She reciprocated by moving her hand off my hip and onto Heaven's semi-rigid cock. Heaven's phallus hardened quickly enough and she upped the tempo by buoying up her breasts and initiating a nipple fight between her tits and Danica's, wow, a freaking advantage I hadn't thought of. "Let s, Danica gulped for air " get on, the bed. I want some, of this, in me," she pulled on Heaven's cock. Oh, yeah, this was the Heaven-Danica show and I was second fiddle, and I felt it was glorious. 'You are known not by what you do but by what you leave behind,' or so yet another saying goes. Danica and Heaven were happy with one another, even if only for a little while. That 'while' included Heaven retreating up the bed as Danica followed and I pursued her. "Have you been a good girl?" Danica quizzed Heaven. "Do we need a condom?" clarified the issue. "No, no, I've only been with Zane," Heaven answered. "That's hardly a ringing endorsement for safe sex," Danica chuckled. "Damn, that's just cold," I groaned. "For your information, if my partner wasn't a virgin, she was someone I know intimately." "So you are not doing it with that Warlord chick living in your house now?" Danica persisted. "How do you even know about that? It happened Sunday," I wondered. "Zane," Danica sighed patiently, "I'm a cop and your house is like two miles away." "Can we get back to concentrating on the sex?" Heaven grumbled. "I'll wear a condom if you want. I'll wear a harem girl outfit if you want, as long as it leads to sex with you." "That won't be, necessary," Danica murmured as she positioned Heaven's cock between her labia then began to push down. I was working out what my place in this could be when I spotted the bottle of lubricant (generic) boldly sitting on Danica's nightstand, not very subtle at all. I shifted over, got the bottle, then got around behind them once more. "Can I join in?" I asked. "I trust you," Danica purred. Silly her; I'm behind her with a source of lube and a passion to use it. I poured some out on Danica's cleft and let it ooze down toward her cunt. I let it cascade over three fingers before sealing it up again. With my left hand, I began working a finger into Danica's anus, and with my right, I worked another into Heaven's. "Oh," Danica grunted, as I slipped past her sphincter. Heaven's response was to moan sensually. It took me a little while to not only work a finger in but a second one in as well; then the fun began. With Heaven, I began both pumping and making a series of circular motions; with Danica, though, I pressed down until I was counter-massaging Heaven's cock through the walls of her rectum and cunt. "Oh, my fucking God!" shouted Danica. "That feels great; she's really grinding against me." "Keep that up," gasped Heaven. "I, I can feel your fingers." Okay, I got this one right. I could also feel the sympathetic impulses growing between Danica's vaginal walls and Heaven's cock; they weren't going to last long. Drilling Heaven's butthole in rapid-fire fashion sent her crashing ahead of the wave. "Dan, Dan, Danica, Hell, yeah!" Heaven screamed as she slammed upward into the lady cop. Danica's back bowed and a low growling noise reverberated through her body. Both tried to use their anal muscles to grind my finger bones together; for the orgasms they were riding through, it was worth it. Danica shivered through one last orgasmic burst then settled gently down on Heaven. Heaven reached around with her arms and ran them up and down Danica's back. Our hostess pushed off her lover's body with her elbows on the mattress and kissed her nose. "That felt wonderful," she smiled down at Heaven. Heaven didn't immediately respond. "Is something wrong?" Danica worried. "I, um, it was really nice, Danica, but, Heaven worked through the words. "But?" Danica asked. "But I think I'm into guys," Heaven gave her worried confession. "I'm sorry; what we did felt good but what sent me over the top was, " "Oh," Danica seemed to deflate. "Hold on," I intervened, even as my fingers were still slowly working them both. "Heaven, you liked Danica's blowjob; right?" "Yes. It was wonderful," Heaven brightened up. "She's, you are, she looked into Danica's eyes " the best I've ever had." "Still, you like it up your ass, don't you?" I prodded. Heaven bit her lip and rolled her head to the side. Danica pushed herself onto all fours and sighed. "Well, damn," she sighed, "I was sort of hoping, " "Danica, would you consider screwing Heaven's ass? Giving it a chance?" I hazarded. "I'd give it a shot," Danica replied after a moment's hesitation. Being with a girl was new; being with a transgender was new; and now being the driving force in anal sex was going to be new too. "I'll get dressed and go out to the car," I winked. "Surprise, surprise; I worried something like this would happen so I brought a few things along." I was afraid that when I got back from the car with my backpack holding the strap-on, that a chill would have set in. I shouldn't have worried; Danica was surprisingly passionate and Heaven was sheer surprise itself. They were cuddled face to face exchanging small kisses and stroking each other's hair. "I just want you both to know," Danica held up a warding hand, "if that thing is longer than my arm, I'm calling this off." I presented the device for her approval and while it could be intimidating, it wasn't scarier than Heaven's normal equipment. "I'm glad that's going into you and not me," Danica ended up teasing Heaven. Not to be outdone, Heaven rolled onto her stomach and wiggled her upraised ass in the air. "Oh, she's begging for it," Danica laughed. "Yes, she does, and if you think that's sweet, imagine how nice it is to wake up with her ramming that pole in while riding you," I painted the picture. "Is there any position she doesn't like?" Danica inquired. "I'm right here, my ass up in the air. Please, somebody do something," Heaven whined. "Not that I know of," I ignored Heaven's plea. "You could try it in the shower, bent over the sofa, heels up in the La-Z-Boy, or hanging from the pull-up bar, she's quite strong." "Oh, hmm, thanks, Zane; I'll explore those opportunities," Danica grinned. "Hello, ass here, needs stuffing," Heaven became more insistent. "She's shameless," Danica teased happily. "Absolutely," I laughed, "but if one of us doesn't fulfill her needs real soon, violence will ensue." "Zane, you warm her up and I'll figure out how to put this thing on," Danica instructed me as she took hold of her sexual toy. "About damn time," Heaven panted as I worked my first finger in again. I'd oiled up several fingers before handing the lube to Danica to prepare her artificial cock with. Heaven's anus was already pliable from our activity so it took only two minutes to work the second and third finger in. By that time, both Danica and Heaven were ready. "This is weird," Danica mumbled, as she placed her phallic head against Heaven's sphincter. "Let me know if this, she got out before Heaven pushed back and gasped. "Doesn't that hurt?" "Makes me feel full," Heaven gasped. "Push." Danica did indeed push, and spanked Heaven for good measure. Now that I was freed up again, I elected to recline beside Heaven and watch her get fucked by Danica. Heaven and I made eye contact; that totally free, blissful look was exceptionally special for me. I'd seen Heaven afraid far too often. I'd seen her furious far too often as well. "Zane," Heaven perked up, "get over here. I want your cock. I want it coming and going." "Revenge," taunted Danica. Heaven and I had given Officer Campbell simultaneous oral and anal sex, and now Heaven was getting the same treatment. I sat my ass on the pillow in front of Heaven's face, legs spread wide. She grabbed my cock in both hands (my cock is so massive, its ability to block out the Sun often cows primitive tribes, or maybe Heaven has small hands) and yanked it forward somewhat painfully until she could lick the tip. "Come on, Zane," Danica egged me on, "take hold of her head and fuck her like a cheap slut." A shudder passed head to foot through Heaven's body and she gave out a small sob. "Heaven," I asked cautiously, "do you want to stop?" "I'm being fucked like a slut, Zane," she replied tearfully. "I'm being fucked like a slut." You never know with some people. Danica gave me a worried look so I gave her a quick smile and a nod. Heaven wanted to be a woman, but almost as important was that she wanted to be seen and treated like a woman. It may have played out in Heaven's imagination that she had gone to some seedy bar looking all hot and sexy, then a couple had picked her up so they could treat her like a bad little girl. I raised my hips, feeding more of my cock into Heaven's mouth. "Spank your bitch's ass," I teased Danica. She responded by alternating noisy but not very painful slaps to our tranny's buttocks. Heaven wanted the tease, not the real pain, and Danica was right there for her. Once we had a good rhythm going, I could feel Danica's cock slamming at its deepest impact, Heaven squirming and squealing with the pleasure and her tongue and throat swirling around my oral intrusion. She slurped and sucked desperately while a small amount of drool marked her cheek and jaw. Heaven began making whimpering noises along with the grunts when Danica drove in deeper. All the sizzling sex I'd been forced (yeah, right) to watch sent me over the edge first. "Heaven, babe, here it comes," I chanted several times before I finally did shoot gobs and gobs, so much it shot out her nose and mouth. Okay, not really that much, but I certainly felt some relief. &l

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Single Women Seek Instruction In Fellatio Arts.Based on a post by TheDoctah. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.We finished the wine bottle, well what else were we going to do with it? My wife's straight-laced friends were getting giggly. The four of us had been having a good time.“Spin The Bottle!” they shouted at once, before dissolving into giggles.“You want to play spin the bottle,” I asked. "How's that going to work? I notice that there are three women and one guy at this party, and the guy is married to one of the women. Or have you all gone gay all of a sudden?”Marlene, my wife, spoke up. “No, honey, we have not gone gay. And I don't want you having sex with these disreputable sluts, I mean, my best friends. But it's true, you're the only boy at the party.”I looked at her two friends. Loraine was tall, a dishwater blond with a slim body, and Roxy. Roxy was a short, buxom Italian cutie who could not help flirting, no matter what.“Okay,” I said, “What's the idea then?”“Seven minutes of heaven,” Roxy interjected, and everybody took a sip and laughed.“With me,” I wanted to make sure I was understanding this."Well duh,” Marlene said. “We already told you we're not going gay. And you're the only male person here.”I gave her a sharp look. “And you're okay with this,” I asked her."Sure,” she said. “It's just a game. And I am pretty sure you'll have a good time.” Understatement of the year. All three women were grinning at me. I asked, “How does this work?”Roxy said; “whoever it points to, they go into the closet for seven minutes and do anything they want. Then they come out and somebody spins the bottle again.“Marlene: "And since there's one of you, just us girls will spin it, and see who goes in the closet with you.Marlene & I have been married a long time, and I trust that Marlene, same as me, has not been with anybody else for years. Loraine and Roxy were two of my wife's best friends. But I had never even flirted with either of them.The ladies were seated on the floor.  Marlene held the bottle dramatically out in the middle of their circle, looked at both her friends, and gave it a fast spin.It stopped, pointing at Roxy. She's not the shy type but you could see her take a big swallow."Well, Roxy.” my wife said. “You get seven minutes of heaven with Jacob.”“Yeah,” Roxy said, “You're sure this is okay?”“Absolutely,” Marlene said. “But look, how about a rule? No fucking in there, okay?”“Okay.” “Okay.” Loraine and Roxy said.“Unless it's me,” Marlene quipped, and they all giggled.Roxy said, “Okay, here goes.”Now in the hall closet, my ears were ringing, my hands were shaking, my dick was hard. And with Roxy. Are you kidding me?I said, “What are we supposed to –” but Roxy grabbed my head and pulled my face to hers in the dark and opened her mouth and attacked my mouth with her tongue. “Here. let me help you;” she reached behind herself to unsnap her bra and voila, those beautiful breasts fell into my eager hands.She was stroking my cock through my jeans. I could have shot a load right then. I pushed my fingers between her legs and she spread them to let me stroke her over the thin fabric of her pants. Her fingers outlined my penis as they slipped up and down its length, and then we heard a voice call, “That's six minutes!”Roxy giggled and broke our kiss, reached behind herself and put everything back. I stepped back, hoping my erection would subside before the door opened.“Okay, time!”I turned the knob and pushed the closet door open. Loraine and Marlene were sitting on the floor looking at us. I could see Marlene trying not to look at my face too closely, she was dying of curiosity but covering it well.“You ready for the next spin,” Marlene asked me. I felt she was taunting me. My cock at least was not trying to bust my zipper any more."Sure,” I said. “I win every round.”“Yeah, you do,” the ladies agreed. Another sip of wine, more laughter, and Marlene took up the bottle again.“What happens if he gets the same person twice,” Roxy asked."I don't see what's wrong with that,” Marlene said.“Well it doesn't seem fair,” Roxy said. “I mean, I'm all for going in there again, but it wouldn't seem right to leave you two sitting out here waiting that long.”Loraine agreed, and Marlene seemed to see the sense of it. She said, “Okay, so the next round it will just be me and Loraine.” Marlene gave the bottle a twist and let it go and it finally stopped, pointing at my wife.“Huh, that's ironic,” Marlene laughed. “I mean, a guy making out with his own wife, it seems kind of weird.”“Let's try it,” I said, taking her hand. We went into the closet and I kissed her. “I hope you're having fun,” she said.“Are you kidding,” I laughed. Marlene Starts a Blowjob SchoolMarlene dropped to her knees and in two seconds she had my belt unbuckled and my pants pushed down around my knees. "Hey, is that allowed,” I asked. She wrapped her lips around the head of my cock and took several slurps. Then she looked up at me and said, "Yes, it's allowed. I am, after all, married to you.” She took a couple more nibbles and said, “And also, it's not fucking.” Then she put her lips around my cock and sunk her nose down into my pubic hair, deep-throating me and doing something with her tongue on my shaft. She began bobbing up and down on me, slurping and giving me pleasure in ways she had learned after years of marriage. She was an expert cocksucker, I must say.“Now, be careful,” I said. “You don't want to make me cum.”“Why not,” she asked."Because I'll want to stop the game,” I said.“Good point,” she said, as she attacked my penis with her mouth, always stopping just when my breathing turned to moans. She used her hand alongside her lips and kept me on the brink until someone called, “Six minutes.” I helped her to her feet. She kissed me and said, “And don't you forget it.” I could taste the cum in her kiss, definitely a sexy flavor.“Oh, I won't,” I said.A minute later I opened the door and we stepped out. The other two looked at us, again, with curiosity. Marlene and I both smiled at them, and Marlene said, “Well I guess I'm not included in this round.” She sat on the couch and Roxy moved to the floor, across from Loraine.Loraine took the bottle in her hand, but Roxy said, “Lori, you're the only one who hasn't gone in the closet with him. Maybe you ought to just go.”“That wouldn't be fair,” Loraine said. “It wouldn't really be a game, would it?”"It seems fair to me,” Roxy said.“I'll spin it, and we'll see what happens,” Loraine said. With a flick of the wrist she sent the bottle twirling on the carpet between the two of them. All of us watched, fixated on it, imagining possible outcomes. The bottle slowed and came to a stop pointing at Roxy.“See,” Roxy said. "It's me again. That isn't fair.”“Sure it is,” my wife said. “That's how you play.” She gave Roxy a significant look, almost daring her to take this game past the limits.Roxy stared back at her and then stood slowly. “Okay,” she said, “I won this round.”“Yes, you did,” Marlene said with a laugh. “You and Jacob won this one.” Honestly, it seemed like Marlene wanted it to get out of hand.Roxy and I went into the closet and I pulled the door shut. She whispered, “She didn't finish you off in here, did she?”“No,” I said. “Close, but no.”“Good,” Roxy said, and her hand went immediately to my cock, which was already hard in anticipation. We began making out as she jacked me off through the denim of my jeans. I stroked her crotch and she reached down and unbuttoned her cotton pants. “Here, I'll make it easy for you,” she giggled. Her pussy was soaking wet when my fingers got under her panties. I squeezed again, and then began rolling her clit between my fingers slowly, until she arched her back and stifled a profound grunt, buried her face against me and spasmed uncontrollably for half a minute.“ She was laughing when she stopped. "Oh my god,” she whispered. “It has been a long time.” She renewed her attack on my cock and had me near the edge when they called six minutes.I'm sure I looked like I'd been hit over the head with a hammer when we came out. Marlene looked at Loraine and said, “Enough of this, it's your turn. I get him every night.”“Huh, good point,” Loraine said. “Okay, we'll pretend we spun it and it landed on me.”“Sure,” Marlene said. She picked up the bottle and set it on the floor pointing at Loraine. “There you go. Have fun.”Loraine said, “What have you guys been doing in here? I don't know what to do.”“We can do anything you want to do,” I said. “Except fuck me.”She stood there.“Come here,” I said, and I put my arms around her and kissed her, and she kissed like a schoolgirl. I used my tongue to pry her lips apart, and after a minute or so she got the idea. I ran my hands over her body and she responded coyly.She ran her hands over my upper body and whispered, “Is it okay if I touch you?”“Absolutely,” I said. I was not sure what she meant but I liked the sound of it. “I would love that.”Then she surprised the shit out of me by unbuckling my belt, pulling my pants down, and pulling my cock out. She ran her fingers over it, slowly jacking me off, tugging and stroking. I said, “That is amazing.”“You like that,” she said."Yes. A lot. You better be a little careful or you're going to make me cum.”“Wow, really?” She didn't seem to believe me, and continued stroking me.After a couple of minutes of that I said, “You better stop. It was just too good.”“Too good,” she laughed. "Too good?”“Yes,” I said, “If you keep going, the game will be over.”“I see.” I kissed her some more and we made out until they gave the alarm.The other two studied us as we came out. Loraine looked kind of embarrassed and flustered, but happy.“How was it,” Roxy asked, tactlessly."It was great,” I said.“Yes, it was great,” Loraine said.“You still able to keep playing,” my wife taunted me."Yes, absolutely, I wouldn't miss this for the world,” I said. “Let's have a sip of wine and rest up for the next round.”Loraine said, “I was scared at first. In fact, I was glad when the bottle never pointed at me. I thought I'd get out of doing it, going in there with Jacob, I feel much better now. But it was a little awkward. I never know what to do.”“Never,” Marlene asked."Yes,” Loraine said, “With guys. I mean, I just let them do what they want, and that seems to make them happy.”“What would you want to do,” Marlene asked. We were all feeling the intensity of the evening and the wine."I don't know,” Loraine said. “I just don't know how to do anything.”“We all feel like that,” Roxy said.

Preparing For Tuesday's Cunnilingus Class.By Quinn_McMullen. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.Story RecapI'm Dan, a senior majoring in mechanical engineering. I needed two general education requirements to complete my degree, at a university in the Chicago area. It's a cold January, on campus. I was able to enroll in an English literature class and Dr. Martin's Sociology 369 Human Sexuality course, for the second semester.On the first day of class, we learned about male and female orgasms. Dr. Martin allowed students to submit a standard analysis and reading notes or to provide an alternative assignment. The first alternative assignment was to masturbate either alone or with an observer and report on our experience.Hannah, a coed was sitting in class next to me. I asked to be her partner. While we were trying to get comfortable with one another, we ended up having sex.DinnerAs I sat with Hannah at dinner, I had so many questions I wanted to ask her, but she started off.She looked me in the eye, "So you're what? Twenty two? Twenty three?"Twenty two.""I'm twenty one. So, I have to say that I am not normally that aggressive. I don't know what came over me.""I thought it was wonderful."Hannah nodded, "I'm sure you did, but I'm not sure what happened. I had every intention in the world of sitting there with you, reading until dinner. And then." She averted her gaze, then looked back into my eyes, "Then I just wanted you. I can't explain it. I've never started anything with a guy before. It has always been the guy coming on to me.""I really didn't mind. It was definitely a gift. Guys often leave a gal frustrated because they can't work up the nerve to initiate things. Especially when the gal is as gorgeous as you.”Hannah reached out and touched my hand, "Ah, thanks! Dan, it's okay. I guess I'm just trying to understand my actions. It was so out of character for me.""Maybe you're comfortable with me. I hope, anyway?"She laughed, "Undoubtedly. You're a really nice guy." She released my hand, "No, more than that. I know we just met, but I feel like you care about me as a person. I just hope that by being the initiator, I haven't made you not like me.""Hannah, I would never think that. You are self-confident, that's all. You're very respectful and sensitive. You weren't pushy at all.""See, that's the thing. I've never really been all that self-confident. Certainly not when it comes to sex.""How much sex have you,” I stopped myself. “I'm sorry. That's not polite for me to ask.”"No, I'm okay with talking to you about it. There was my date for the senior prom. Spring semester freshman year I had a boyfriend for a couple of weeks. Probably had sex two or three times with him. Sophomore year I had sex a couple of more times. Once over the summer. Once with Jeff last semester. Altogether, I've probably had sex less than ten times in my entire life. Not counting Sterling.”“Sterling?” I was puzzled.“Sterling is my chrome vibrator.” Hannah explained. “Until today, only Sterling could reliably bring me to orgasms. Today was the first time someone not named Sterling, gave me an orgasm. How about you?""I wouldn't say that I'm promiscuous, but I've had sex a lot more than that. It was always in a relationship. Let's see, I've been intimate with five girlfriends. This was the first time I had sex with someone on the first day I met them.""Same here. I hope you didn't mind.""Do I in any way look like I didn't have the time of my life? Not at all. It was amazing. Maybe it was a desire to try out some of the things we learned in class."Hannah smiled, "Well you tried out something you learned. Did you rub my g spot?""Yeah. It was all wrinkly." I added. “Nothing like a good hands-on lab project.”"I was already cumming and then that sent me into orbit. Holy shit." Hannah exclaimed."As an observer, that was pretty cool. I obviously ‘pressed your button', right?” I gloated."Observer? Dan, you did that to me. You were my lover. Come to think of it, you propped me up so you could screw me like that dildo in the film.""I did." I proudly admitted."That was quite creative." She marveled."Thanks." I grinned.We ate in silence for several minutes. It wasn't the least bit awkward though.Hannah stopped eating, "Normally I would try to fill silence. I don't feel like I have to. It's like we're two old married people that are completely comfortable with each other."I stopped eating, "You're right. I don't know very much about you, but it's like I've known you a long time."She nodded and continued eating. Another minute of silence passed.I reached out and touched her hand, "Do you believe in fate?""I haven't given it much thought." She wondered where this was going."I mean, what are the odds that I would have to sit next to you, you would ask me to be your partner, and we would hit it off so well?""Look it, Dan. I'm not a religious person. I'm sure there is a perfectly good probability that that would happen."I nodded, "Okay, but the odds are not that high.""That two random college students sitting next to one another would become friends, partners, and lovers? It think they are very high. That those two people would be you and me, that's just the universe rolling the dice." She squelched my sentimentality.She was right, but the thought was disappointing. I pulled my hand back.Hannah grabbed my hand, "Dan, I feel like I just burst a bubble on you.""Yeah. Maybe. A little. I had the thought that maybe someone was looking out for us and;""If it makes you feel any better, “ she interrupted; “I could very well be wrong. I agree that it is very cool that you sat down next to me. Whatever force in the universe made that happen, I'm very grateful. Done eating?""Yeah."The LibraryTo avoid temptation, we agreed to study together in the library. About nine we headed to Hannah's room. The cold and wind had eased a bit, making it easier to talk.Once outside, Hannah took my hand, "How should we decide who goes first?""I don't have a problem going first."Hannah laughed, "I'm kind of excited. I've never seen a guy get himself off.""I guess that's a reason Dr. Miller said we could have an observer."I held the door for her when we got to her dorm. Inside her room I took off my jacket.Hannah stopped to watch me, "This feels very clinical again. Could I undress you?""Sure."Hannah came over to me and put her hands behind my neck, "Maybe some mood-setting would help too." She went on tip-toe and kissed me, "Yes. That's what we need." She turned on her stereo. In a couple seconds, Simple Minds was playing ‘Don't you Forget About Me'.She pulled me to her bed, sat down, and pulled me down with her, "Much better."We lay side-by-side, exploring each other's mouth. I finally pulled her on top of me so I could hold her ass cheeks. She seems to love having her ass caressed.After several minutes of necking I spoke into her mouth, "I think I'm ready.""I feel something." She said with a horny wink. Her mix tape was now playing Rick Astley, singing ‘Never Gunna Give You Up'. I'm guessing this was Hannah's mood music for when she pleasured herself. But that was her business. I just decided to enjoy the moment.Hannah rolled off me and I stood up. I pulled my shirt off and dropped my jeans, standing there in my partially tented boxers."Ready?"She smiled and I let my boxers fall to my ankles, flipping them across the room with a flick of my foot. I slowly stroked my tumescent cock.Hannah stood up, "I think I promised to let you see me naked to help get you aroused.""You did." I recalled."Why don't you sit on the bed and let me give you something to get aroused about."I climbed up to the headboard and placed a pillow behind my back. Hannah began a little bump and grind strip tease. I pulled on my cock to firm it up. By now her mix tape was playing Tears for Fears, singing ‘Everybody Wants To Rule the World' with its sultry beat.She turned away from me and pulled her shirt off. She swiveled her jean-clad hips, then kicked off her shoes. Hannah loved to dance and it's clear she was very good at it. Somehow her socks went flying. She stepped up onto the bed and stood above me, one leg on either side.She placed her hands on the wall to balance herself and then placed her foot on my cock, "Let me rub that for you."I wouldn't call it rubbing, but she did move her foot up and down on my shaft. It wasn't exactly effective and soon she was back standing on the floor. She turned away and dropped her jeans to the floor. Hannah flipped them aside with her foot, then climbed back up on the bed. Standing above me in her bra and panties was more arousing. She stepped forward so that her crotch was inches from my face.I leaned forward, pressed my nose into her crotch, and took a deep breath, "God, you smell good." Her pheromones made a beeline to my cock.Hannah stepped back on the floor and removed her bra and panties, "Sorry, I'm not very creative with a strip tease.""I appreciate the creativity" I encouraged her."Thanks. How about if I just stand here in all my nakedness?""That works."I was rock hard now and it was easy to stroke myself. I was thinking I needed some lube when Hannah crawled up on the bed and got very close to my cock.She smiled, "I'm observing."I laughed.Hannah ran her hand down my thigh, "Perhaps you should position yourself so that I can see your asshole. I need to know if it contracts when you cum.""Oh. Okay."I slouched down at her headboard. I placed my feet so that my legs were spread  out and knees bent; and she had a good view of my anus. She was kneeling in front of me. I licked my stroke hand to provide some lubrication. Now her stereo was playing A-Ha. The cut was ‘Take On Me'.Hannah said, "I can provide some saliva." She leaned forward dribbled some spit on the head of my cock.I smiled, "That's helpful.""But probably not enough." She grabbed my stroke hand and placed her mouth on my cock, sucking away."I think that defeats the purpose of the assignment."She came off for a moment, "I don't care."Hannah soon had my entire shaft wet with saliva. She stroked me with her hands while sucking and churning the head in her mouth. The stereo filled the room with ‘Shout' from Tears For Fears. When I groaned my appreciation, I felt her finger at my ass. I think she had her juices on her finger because she slipped right in. She found my prostate."Oh god, Hannah. Hannah. Cumming. I'm cumming." The stereo rumbled; “Shout, shout, let it all out”.Everything sped up, her mouth, her fingers rubbing in my ass. I grabbed my knees and pulled my legs toward me. The point of no return approached and my world narrowed to my cock and ass. My body started quaking uncontrollably. Hannah's eyes were locked in on mine as she swallowed everything I shot. I threw my head back as my orgasm continued. All I could feel was her fingers rubbing my prostate and her mouth on my cock, churning, sucking, licking. I tried to say something, but a croaking sound came out.

Yes, oral sex IS sex. Is it safer? Not necessarily. Does it keep you from getting pregnant? Sure. Can it be a great tool in your tool box for pleasure? Absolutely.We explore all things oral sex in today's episode. Our discussion includes anatomy, considerations for giving and receiving oral sex, and ways to incorporate this into your sexual “repertoire."You'll be encouraged to consider using things like rhythm, variation, and recognize that one interaction to the next may look different with the same or different partner.Lastly, we'll break down what research says about men's vs. women's perspectives on oral sex and who is really giving more oral sex, which may surprise you!Cover those little ears and enjoy another one of our favorite sex topics!

Send us a textIt's a back-to-back drop week, lovely listeners! Enjoy my supersized discussion with Candi about all of the MESS that unfolded in episodes 7-11 of Love is Blind's latest season.  We talk secret families, whatever the hell is wrong with Black Stephen, and performative male feminism.  Grab your golden goblet and join us!Friendly reminder - we drink, we know things, we use adult language, and we have a great time!Follow Candi on Twitter here.  You can also find her under the same handle on Blue Sky and IG.Thank you so much for listening!Support the showFollow the pod on IG, Twitter, and Tumblr.Send longer feedback to morewinepod@gmail.com.Find our full catalog of past episodes at morewinepod.buzzsprout.com.

In this episode we talk about how to pleasure all the dicks, cocks and penises in your life with fellatio expert and Sexologist Jody ProHOEvocative. And PS: Jody is going to perform in our live show in Chicago this Sunday, June 24th. Listen to this episode to understand why you don't want to miss it :) More details below. About our guest: Jody is a certified sexologist and fellatio instructor, unapologetically exploring the realms of sexuality, blending candid discussions on sexual health, personal stories, and kinks. She is also the resident Sexpert at Tease University, helping women explore their sexuality in an unfiltered, raunchy, and provocative way. After more than a decade of repressed sexual desires and sexual shame, she realized that to have a more pleasurable sex life, she had to unlearn how she viewed sex. Along her journey, she discovered that many others shared similar stories and made it her mission to help women reclaim and reimagine their sexuality. Jody also offers the following services for couples, singles, and groups: kink exploration sessions, pleasure and sex goal mapping, her signature Throat choreography class (fellatio class), and sensual massage and stretching. In addition to being on The Never Ever Mets, Jody has been featured on Yahoo! Lifestyle, Vocal.org, and WBEZ discussing sexual freedom and healthy sex conversations. Jody has also appeared on Whoreible Decisions, the Hard or Soft Show, So Shameless, We Talk Back, Tequila Tlk, Esh your Heart out, Cocktales Dirty Discussions Live Tour, Exxxotica, and more. You may have also recently seen her on OWN's new reality TV series "The Never Ever Mets."  You can connect with Jody here:  Instagram: @jodyprhoe Website: PrHOEvocative.com Classes/services: beacons.ai/prhoevocative Podcast: prhoevocative.podbean.com CHICAGO, SEATTLE! Come see our LIVE Shameless Sex Unleashed sexy variety show: The Unleashed Tour: Where Shamelessness, Sexiness, and Laughter Collide in a Hilarious Orgy of Fun, Discovery, and Sex Edutainment! Get your tickets here ASAP: https://www.shamelesssex.com/events PS If you upgrade to VIP tickets you get over $200 worth of sex toys, so.... :) Do you love us? Do you REALLY love us? Then order our book now! Go to shamelesssex.com to snag your copy Support Shameless Sex by sending us gifts via our Amazon Wish List Other links: Discover why we love the Magic Wand (and get you own O on) at https://magicwandoriginal.com/where-to-buy/ Get 15% off Amy and April's new fave sexy women's lingerie and leatherwear by Marie Mur with code SHAMELESS at https://mariemur.com Get 10% off + free shipping with code SHAMELESS10 on Uberlube AKA our favorite lubricant at http://uberlube.com Get 10% off while mastering the art of pleasure at  http://OMGyes.com/shameless Get 15% off all of your sex toys with code SHAMELESSSEX at http://purepleasureshop.com

The group talks awkward sex moments, self love, and Beyonce. Rate, Review, and Subscribe! Send all Weird, Awkward, or Cool stories to weirdawkwardcool@gmail.com Follow us on twitter/IG: @Weirdawkwardcool @rowdy.riah on twitter/ig @jonnjonnjonny on twitter/ig @shanna_banana_ ig/ @shannieface on twiitter Intro/Outro-@drkside --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/weirdawkwardcool/message

IDK why Julian is freaking out so much, Barovia seems nice. Not like I'd want to build a summer home here or anything but the trees are actually quite lovely. And I guess the gruesomely murdered centaur at the gates isn't ideal. And the drama in town between Ismark and that dude Bildrath is awkward. Nice town though. Featuring: - A sesame-street connection - The pastry-loving centaur - Death or taxes or dead birds - A deadbeat town in the shadow of a castle This episode is brought to you by the DOPE-ASS dice sets at www.librisarcana.com. Check them out with our exclusive discount code STUPID20 for 20% off site-wide. Follow us! Anthony LaFauci: @AnthonyLaFauci Apollo: @tallnerdapollo Dianna Lee: @diannasaurusr3x Garion Neuse: youtube.com/@kanashi6804 Alexander James: @drunkscribe @Critically Stupid #podcast #dnd #ttrpg #dungeonsanddragons #dnd5e

This week we get some creepy horror best not shown to eleven year-olds, forgetful vengeance, arguably the best known movie theme of the 80's, Chuck Norris wrestling crocodiles, and Judge Reinhold! Hee hee hee hee! . . . #TapesAndScowls, #TAS, #CapesAndScowls, #MoviePodcast, #Movies, #Movie, #Horror, #Drama, #Thriller, #Murder, #DuckPress, #InvasionUSA, #Memento, #BlackChristmas, #Christmas, #BeverlyHillsCop, #EddieMurphy, #ChristopherNolan --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/capesandscowls/support

Hosts Dr. Willow and Leah got down & dirty with sex educator Dr. Alison Ash, who is a trauma-informed intimacy coach, Stanford University Lecturer, author, and founder of TurnON.love. In this juicy conversation all about optimizing oral pleasure, letting go of expectations, & getting out of your head, we dived into the skills needed to be masterful at giving & receiving oral sex. With compassion, communication, and the techniques we uncovered with Dr. Ash, you can leave your partner gasping in ecstasy and eager to return the favor. EPISODE HIGHLIGHTS TO AMPLIFY THE ORAL MAGIC:Don't skip the warmup! Tease and torment with thigh massage and lip nibbles.Flicker a pointed tongue for intense sensation, or go broad with a soft, flat tongue.   Allow laughter to release any tension; this is about having fun, not being perfect.Savor their scent, and describe aloud how amazing their genitals look and taste.Lavish licks on the areas you desire most. This transfers ravenous, worshipful energy that facilitates deeper arousal and connection.Plus, many more actionable techniques you will want to try tonight!EPISODE LINKSDr. Ash's Website - TurnON.loveCourse - Sustainable Intimacy: Reignite the Flame for the Long Game | 4-week course for couples Use the discount code LoveSex for $100 off. Course - Sexual and Emotional Intimacy Skills | 8-week course starting in Jan 2024. Use discount code LoveSex for $100 off. Course - On-demand workshops (including How to Eat Pu$sy like a Champ)1:1 with Dr. Ash - Coaching info Awaken Arousal Oil Lubricant "I had a 3-minute orgasm and then a 5-minute orgasm. All I know is that I had transcended and felt like I was surfing in a perpetual wave pool of pleasure." - BethSupport the showSxR Hotline | SxR Website | YouTube | TikTok | Pinterest | Instagram | Dr. Willow's Website | Leah's Website

Have you ever thought about Neanderthal penises? Me neither, but we fall into that question like an old tar pit on this week's episode. Many of our relationship issues come to a "head" in the kink segment as we discuss the history of oral sex, specifically the blow job. We also have some heady charm love readings this week, which lead us to explore the age-old practice of Fellatio. Turns out, it's probably as old as Neanderthals, if not older... Charms: - Lizard- 00:17:50 - Swallow- 00:39:48 - Horse- 01:04:48 -The history of head- 01:40:18 ⚠️ Please note that these are performances and are for entertainment purposes only. Make good decisions. Website: www.lovesexandtarot.com Email: lovesexandtarot@gmail.com

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K and B spill all the tea about giving head. No crumbs were left. Laughter was had. Enjoy! Silicone Egg : https://a.co/d/5Ru8xsU

Jamie Raines, known online as Jammidodger, is a genius YouTuber, writer, and transgender advocate that's debunking transphobia across the internet, but today he's in the apartment to de-SPUNK with the gang! We discuss Jamie's journey with transitioning, the ongoing battle for trans rights, sexuality's interplay with gender, and how Jamie is an undercover throat-goat. Maddie and Ashley take a break from sex stories to consult a literal PH.D.     You can follow Jamie on IG & Tik Tok: @jammi.dodger, Twitter: jammi_dodger94,  And you can purchase his wonderful new book, “The T in LGBT,” at the link below: ▶ https://www.penguin.co.uk/books/453728/the-t-in-lgbt-by-raines-jamie/9781785044298  Support WHGS for bonus content, uncut podcasts, live streams, and more: ▶ https://www.patreon.com/WHGS Ashley is doing a theater tour! Get on her text list to get first dibs on tickets: ▶ https://www.ashleygavin.com/#dates  Check out our merch: ▶ https://shop.merchcentral.com/collections/ashley-gavin  ______________________________________________ – CONNECT WITH US! – Ashley Gavin's Tour Dates: https://www.ashleygavin.com/#dates Newsletter: https://mailchi.mp/6de0153eb9c8/whgs Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/ashgavs/ TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@ashgavscomedy Twitter: https://twitter.com/ashgavs ——— Maddie Wiener's Newsletter and Tour Dates: https://www.maddiewiener.com  Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/maddietwiener/?hl=en  TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@maddietwiener  Twitter: https://twitter.com/maddietwiener YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@maddietwiener   ——— Produced & Edited by Alex “swetshop” Vrahas: https://www.instagram.com/swetshopz/?hl=en  ——— Watch this on YouTube: https://youtu.be/0g6fNXTBQYw  ______________________________________________ – SUPPORT OUR SPONSORS! – Babbel: ▶ Get 55% off your Babbel subscription - but only for our listeners - at https://www.babbel.com/whgs Helix: ▶ Helix is offering 20% off all mattress orders AND two free pillows for our listeners! Go to https://helixsleep.com/gaysex. This is their best offer yet and it won't last long! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Join me, Carli De Ville, on a solo episode of Naughtylicious as we explore fascinating oral sex facts. From ancient Egyptian mythology to the origins of terms like "fellatio" and "cunnilingus," we'll uncover the historical significance. Discover surprising legal restrictions, changing attitudes, and the wide range of nicknames for oral sex. We'll also delve into the health benefits, gender dynamics, animal counterparts, and the intriguing story of a miraculous pregnancy. Get ready for a tantalizing journey into the world of oral pleasure on this naughty and informative episode of Naughtylicious. Subscribe now for more titillating content. Let's dive in! https://www.carlideville.com/ Buy Book on Amazon naughty merch: https://naughtylicious.creator-spring.com/ https://www.youtube.com/carlideville https://www.tiktok.com/@carlideville https://www.instagram.com/carlideville/

"Larry deliberately tries to annoy Loretta, against the advice of a renowned doctor, and dooms Richard Lewis' new relationship." -Original Air Date: 9/27/2009- This week we're talking about Vehicular Fellatio, standalone navigation systems that both of us owned that neither of us bought, hack jokes about 9/11 and the most egregious Larry interpretation ever involving the universal sign for something. This is No Hugging, No Learning, the show about one thing...watching Curb Your Enthusiasm for the first time. Want more NHNL? Next week's episode drops early on Patreon! Join the It's a Hyundai tier for just $5/month and get every episode one week early with all of the extra content that we usually clip out of each release and movie reviews every month from the Seinfeld Extended Universe. We know it's been a bit, but we're recording AND releasing a new review THIS WEEK!  Join Us at patreon.com/nohugging Get a FREE No Hugging, No Learning sticker by giving us a 5 star rating and a written review wherever you listen to this! Just be sure to send us your address! Email us: nohuggingnolearningshow@gmail.com Follow us: @nohugging on Twitter Music: Curb Your Enthusiasm Theme Song Remix by robloxgreat (rip)

MATURE CONTENT WARNING. At dahil 2nd birthday namin, may pa parlor games kami! Naglaro kami ng ultimate drinking game with a twist - of water and apple cider vinegar! Our fearless Bessies are joined by Bes Kenny of The BrokeGamer Podcast. They take turns asking each other some seriously scandalous questions - take note, nothing is off-limits. Da who ang nakipag-sex in a moving taxi? Cynthia ang nagkaroon ng accident (number 2!) during sex? Sinetchiwa ang nagkaroon na ng STI? But it's not all just fun and games - the goal is to shine a light on the importance of being open and honest about sex, no matter how naughty the details may be. Click play and get ready to get your sexy on!To find out what he's up to next, follow Kenny on Instagram and TwitterLanguage: Tagalog, EnglishLiked this episode? Listen to similar projects:27: Kiki with a Pornstar (Coralyn Jewel)42: Slut-shaming43: Bottom-shamingWhy is it important to talk about sex? Find out here. Support the showThe Balut Kiki Project is an international award-winning podcast being a winner at the 1st Asia Podcast Festival Awards held in Singapore.Connect with us on Facebook, Instagram, Twitter. Advertise with us! Email us: balutkiki@gmail.com Review/rate us on Podchaser, ApplePodcasts, Spotify. Thank you, Pixabay and TheBunkPH. *Our podcast does not offer professional medical, sexual, or mental health advice. Our show aims to express truths about our personal experiences in dealing with issues we discuss. If you are undergoing depression or having suicidal thoughts, please go to these links: NCMH (PH) or Find a Helpline (worldwide). It's okay to ask for help....

In this short clip, you hear part of Jody's fellatio class being taught. Jody encourages women to give themselves a sucking name, an alter ego / Fellatio super hero.  In order to perform good fellatio, you should commit to the role.  Be sure to check out the previous episode on Soul sucking fellatio tips.  Support the show Pod Nation tickets March 1, in Philly! Shop Poppy's Secret Treasures and receive 20% off when you use the code “PrHOEvocative” and connect with Poppy's Secret Treasures on Facebook and Instagram: @Poppyssecrettreasures Get 10% off your HARU purchase with code: Jody10 Thrill: https://letsharu.cc/nyPBt Massage Oil: https://letsharu.cc/vaqBm Shop products/services. Please leave a review/comment/share this episode with a friend (or 3). If you enjoy this content, consider making a gift/contribution via Cash App $prHOEvocative As a thank you to our FC Network listeners: join us for Taco Tuesday IG: @prhoevocative / @jodyprhoevocactive Email: info@fcnpod.com/jody@prhoevocative.com

Langston and David answer a listener's email about sucking d*ck giving you cancer. Plus, Langston unleashes a new evil on the mic. Send your conspiracy theories, music drops, and any problematic talks to mymommapod@gmail.com We are now on YouTube! Listen & Watch episodes of My Momma Told Me. Subscribe to the channel here!See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

This week, Dr. Jen is hopping back on the mic to talk about the tongue-twisting topic of oral sex! Is it safe? What are the risks? From Cunnilingus to Fellatio to Anilingus, and everything in between, she'll cover it all. It's time to break down the stigma around oral sex and start talking about how to make it more safe, consensual, and fun. So grab your condoms and dental dams, and let's get to it!      What's going down:    A proper definition of what constitutes oral sex and the proper names associated   Breaking down whether or not oral sex can cause cancer   Facts and stats about oral sex that might shock you   An overview of the various forms of STIs you can contract from giving and receiving oral   Discussing HPV: Testing, treatments, symptoms, risks, and prevention   Best practices and mechanisms to keep yourself protected   Learning all about Dental Dams and what the heck they are  Clitorally obsessed with these oral sex panties by Lorals – check out the TikTok here and get 15% off when you use DRJEN at checkout!     Thank you for continuing the conversation and calling into the Viva la Vulva Voicemail at (503) 893-2016! Please be sure to rate, follow, review, and remember that nothing is considered TMI around here.       Social & Website   TikTok: @drjenniferlincoln   Instagram: @drjenniferlincoln   YouTube: @drjenniferlincoln   Website: www.drjenniferlincoln.com      Resources    Grab a copy of my book HERE!   Obstetricians For Reproductive Justice      References   Oral Sex Statistics 2023: How Common Is Oral Sex? https://sexualalpha.com/how-common-is-oral-sex/  CDC: HPV. https://www.cdc.gov/cancer/hpv/basic_info/hpv_oropharyngeal.htm  CDC: HPV & Men Fact Sheet. https://www.cdc.gov/std/hpv/stdfact-hpv-and-men.htm  CDC: HPV and cancer. https://www.cdc.gov/cancer/hpv/statistics/index.htm  Planned Parenthood. STD Awareness: Can I Use Plastic Wrap as a Dental Dam During Oral Sex? https://www.plannedparenthoodaction.org/planned-parenthood-advocates-arizona/blog/std-awareness-can-i-use-plastic-wrap-as-a-dental-dam-during-oral-sex#:~:text=And%20it%20can%20be%20pulled,wrap%20for%20use%20during%20rimming  The Verge. Oral history: the sexual misadventures of the dental dam. https://www.theverge.com/2014/3/20/5522106/the-sexual-history-of-the-dental-dam  Lorals underwear! https://mylorals.com/  Thank you to our sponsors for making this episode possible. Check out these deals just for you:   Green Chef - Get 60% off plus free shipping when you go to GreenChef.com/drjen   Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Tune into full episodes of the Fab Wives Unfiltered Podcast patreon.com/fabwivesunfilteredFab Wives is a community of wives committed to love and marriage. Visit fabwives.com to learn more.Connect with us on Instagram @fabwives Join our private Facebook Group, Fab Wives Community: bit.ly/fwconnectonfbFollow the wives behind the Fab Wives Unfiltered Podcast on Instagram:Lady E: @ericafisherpattersonRhea: @thefabwife_rheaTish: @therealdopetherapistPatrice: @sheispatricechanelDo you have a situation you need help with from our licensed therapist, Tish?  Submit your anonymous letter by visiting fabwives.com/askfabwivesIntro produced by: MJ.DID.ITMixed by: Kashmir Jeandreams Studio

Come with me as we explore the changing attitudes and depictions of oral sex throughout the ages. From the ancient Egyptians to Shakespeare and beyond, humans have been  performing oral for as long as we'e been having sex. Intimate and at times disgusting, the act of oral stimulation has a delicious history. Follow Kinky History on everything & contact Esme here Subscribe to Kinky History Uncensored here Produced by DM PodcastsSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

It's no secret that Jody enjoys performing certain soul sucking acts, and sucking d*ck is at the top of that list… She hopes after this episode, many more -pleasers will too. She brings on colleague and fellow Sexpert Consultant, erotic mindset coach FairySexMuva (@youreroticfairy) to discuss the beauty of being a throat goat, and provides some tips, tricks and stories for the throat masters and those who love them. This episode drops just in time for Steak and day (3/14)... We drop some tips for the , but for cooking a steak, you heaux is on ya own.    Shop Poppy's Secret Treasures and receive 20% off when you use the code “PrHOEvocative” and connect with Poppy's Secret Treasures on Facebook and Instagram: @Poppyssecrettreasures Get 10% off your HARU purchase with code: Jody10 Thrill: https://letsharu.cc/nyPBt Massage Oil: https://letsharu.cc/vaqBm Shop products/services. Please leave a review/comment/share this episode with a friend (or 3). If you enjoy this content, consider making a gift/contribution via Cash App $prHOEvocative IG: @prhoevocative / @jodyprhoe Email: info@fcnpod.com/jody@prhoevocative.com  

ON TODAY’S SHOW: Introduction 0:00.000 The Awkward Nerds Who Work At Computer Stores 2:20.269 Old Man Freaks Out Because He Calledd The Wrong Number 6:51.859 Toothless Granny Vs. Stinky Trans Woman 9:33.134 Old Asian Dude Either Wants To Fight Or Have Sex With Young Man 12:29.252 Airport Freakout Over Human Trafficking Suspicion 15:05.300 Daniel Larson […] The post Getting Fellatio From A Seagull – This is NOT A How-To Tutorial first appeared on Distorted View Daily.

ON TODAY’S SHOW: Introduction 0:00.000 The Awkward Nerds Who Work At Computer Stores 2:20.269 Old Man Freaks Out Because He Calledd The Wrong Number 6:51.859 Toothless Granny Vs. Stinky Trans Woman 9:33.134 Old Asian Dude Either Wants To Fight Or Have Sex With Young Man 12:29.252 Airport Freakout Over Human Trafficking Suspicion 15:05.300 Daniel Larson […] The post Getting Fellatio From A Seagull – This is NOT A How-To Tutorial first appeared on Distorted View Daily.

Jody is teaching a second Fellatio workshop on March 10. Get your tickets today! (In-person and virtual options available) This is a short snippet of the last class! She won't be teaching this class again until July! https://www.eventbrite.com/e/ladies-night-throat-goat-fundamentals-fellatio-workshop-tickets-528006360237 Support the show Pod Nation tickets March 1, in Philly! Shop Poppy's Secret Treasures and receive 20% off when you use the code “PrHOEvocative” and connect with Poppy's Secret Treasures on Facebook and Instagram: @Poppyssecrettreasures Get 10% off your HARU purchase with code: Jody10 Thrill: https://letsharu.cc/nyPBt Massage Oil: https://letsharu.cc/vaqBm Shop products/services. Please leave a review/comment/share this episode with a friend (or 3). If you enjoy this content, consider making a gift/contribution via Cash App $prHOEvocative As a thank you to our FC Network listeners: join us for Taco Tuesday IG: @prhoevocative / @jodyprhoevocactive Email: info@fcnpod.com/jody@prhoevocative.com

Kyle and Alana put a lot of work into this Oral Sex Series finale so that it wouldn't blow... (pun intended). But in all seriousness, these oral sex episodes have had so much thought, research, and data behind them. So in this weeks finale oral sex episode they talk about fellatio (aka: oral sex being done on a man, a blow job, or BJ). Alana and Kyle discuss some of the statistics from the survey's they put out over the past few weeks, why many women have a difficult time giving oral sex on their husband, some tips to help, how to go about bringing up the subject of oral sex with your spouse, and so much more! And if you're not already be sure you check Kingdom Sexuality out on Instagram @kingdomsexuality. That's where you'll see even more of our content! Weekly sex positions for you to try, connect questions, content geared towards men, and more!! Have a topic suggestion for us? Send a DM or email us at kingdomsexuality@gmail.com. Don't forget to check out our website www.kingdomsexualityministry.com and our new Facebook Group! We're also on Patreon now! So support us there for some exciting and exclusive perks! And, don't forget to leave them a review on Apple Podcasts! Links we mentioned in today's episode: Married Dance (use the code KINGDOMSEXUALITY for 10% off!) Oral Blessings article Hot, Holy, & Humorous article

Tune into full episodes of the Fab Wives Unfiltered Podcast patreon.com/fabwivesunfilteredFab Wives is a community of wives committed to love and marriage. Visit fabwives.com to learn more.Connect with us on Instagram @fabwives Join our private Facebook Group, Fab Wives Community: bit.ly/fwconnectonfbFollow the wives behind the Fab Wives Unfiltered Podcast on Instagram:Lady E: @ericafisherpattersonRhea: @thefabwife_rheaTish: @therealdopetherapistPatrice: @sheispatricechanelDo you have a situation you need help with from our licensed therapist, Tish?  Submit your anonymous letter by visiting fabwives.com/askfabwivesIntro produced by: MJ.DID.ITMixed by: Kashmir Jeandreams Studio*******Tune into full episodes of the Fab Wives Unfiltered Podcast patreon.com/fabwivesunfiltered

You're a straight man who was sexually assaulted by another man when you were just 21 years old, and it's haunted you ever since. Additionally, you bear the burden alone because you've never been able to tell your wife about this traumatic experience. What can you do to make this right after all this time? We'll try to help find an answer to this and more here on Feedback Friday! And in case you didn't already know it, Jordan Harbinger (@JordanHarbinger) and Gabriel Mizrahi (@GabeMizrahi) banter and take your comments and questions for Feedback Friday right here every week! If you want us to answer your question, register your feedback, or tell your story on one of our upcoming weekly Feedback Friday episodes, drop us a line at friday@jordanharbinger.com. Now let's dive in! Full show notes and resources can be found here: jordanharbinger.com/765 On This Week's Feedback Friday, We Discuss: As a straight man, you were sexually assaulted by another man at 21 and have never told your wife. The experience has been haunting you. What should you do? Written accuracy is a crucial part of your job, but you seem to make typos and mistakes no matter how hard you try. How can you improve your attention to detail while coping with the anxiety and insecurity that come with being criticized for your slip-ups? You work hard to secure your children's future, not so your in-laws can hobnob at the country club and drink wine they can't afford — so their failure to repay the $20,000 you loaned them is making you resentful. What do you do now? Is it worth reaching out to the "friends" who know about how your charming ex used to physically abuse you but went on vacation with him anyway? Or should you just write them all off and look for newer, better friends? You're a human resources management major who aspires to become a job recruiter. The irony: you can't seem to get yourself a job in spite of doing well in mock interviews. How do you get better at selling yourself to potential employers? Have any questions, comments, or stories you'd like to share with us? Drop us a line at friday@jordanharbinger.com! Connect with Jordan on Twitter at @JordanHarbinger and Instagram at @jordanharbinger. Connect with Gabriel on Twitter at @GabeMizrahi. Sign up for Six-Minute Networking — our free networking and relationship development mini course — at jordanharbinger.com/course! Like this show? Please leave us a review here — even...

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Hour 4 of Wednesday's A&G: America's culture catharsis. Dems dont want Biden. A long discussion on candy, and a final homage to Yacht Rock. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

We have a Prince-ly, Proud Whooper, Goodwill, Fellatio of a show for you today! In BEST TRENDS, Jon talks about Prince's birthday and his memories of seeing him perform.  He even shows some of his own album covers that were inspired by The Purple One.  And plus… Burger King debuts the “Pride Whopper” so Jon decides to give it a shot! Intern Isiah, our resident “Hayseed GenZ”, admits to liking the movie “Clueless”… so Jon has him read some of the dialogue from the film to see what it sounds like.  In SMALL TOWN NEWS, Jon shares the story of a Florida man and woman that crash into a FedEx truck… while performing a sex act in the car.  Jon asks his studio crew… has this ever happened to you? There's another round of HOW MUCH IS THAT SCREEN ACTORS GUILD RESIDUAL CHECK where Jon has more money to give away to a lucky listener. And then the return of GOODWILL HUNTING, as Jon and his buddy Marcus Stamos exchange surprise gifts they got each other from a local Goodwill for $5.00 or less - and UNBOX them live on the show!   See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

If giving head was a college she'd be summa cum laude! SLOOTS, she's back. Reporting from Sofia's FAVORITE place on earth, Los Angeles! Before we get into the good stuff, Sofia breaks down and gives her VERY unsolicited opinion on Coachella and more importantly, Revolve Festival (aka Fyre Festival 2.0) - this opinion MAY be slightly biased considering Sofia was NOT invited…but that's besides the point! Next (in typical Sofia fashion) she spends time COMPLETELY contradicting herself by telling us about her new found morning meditation routine. Don't worry, she hasn't COMPLETELY changed on us nor is she saying her life is that of a stable person, it's just not falling apart entirely anymore (thanks to these tips). Lastly, we cover one of our (least) FAVORITE past times: the art of blowjobs. No, we're not re-teaching the Gluck Gluck. That's old news. Tune in to hear why pleasing your partner is not only imperative for your relationship, but good for the mind, throat, body, and soul. Open wide Sloots! Follow Sofia on Instagram and Twitter @SofiaFranklyn Find merch HERE: https://sofiafranklyn.com/  Ship Station: http://www.shipstation.com/SOFIA  Osea: http://www.oseamalibue.com and use code SOFIA to get 10% off your first order Away Travel: http://www.awaytravel.com/SOFIA for your 100 day trial Flex: http://www.flexfits.com/SOFIA  Cerebral: http://www.cerebral.com/SOFIA for 65% off your first month Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

This week the boys venture back into gold star territory once again as we begin the brutal story of The Freeway Killer, Randy Kraft, one of several serial killers who terrorized the highways of Southern California starting in the 1970's.