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In this episode we review "Apprentice in Death," where Willow Mackie is one of the absolute worst characters on the planet.AJ had a theory about the theme that might sound a little random at first, but hear her out: the theme of this book is cold. And she has the receipts. There are literal mentions of “cold blood” everywhere and Feeney even says, “You can't teach cold blood, Dallas.” But also, randomly, there's a subplot about Eve owning the most elite ice cream shop in NYC (Because Roarke), and yes, the killers went there for caramel sundaes after murdering people. Feeney's reaction? “Fucking cold. And I ain't talking ice cream.”We love the scene where Eve consults with Lowenbaum at "The Dallas Palace," but we are sad when Lowenbaum later faces some really hard truths.This is the book where Willow Mackie decides to execute a mass "Pew, Pew"-ing, and it just so happens to be at Madison Square Garden where Mavis is playing and Summerset took Roarke's tickets to go see her. Eve and Roarke are both panicked as they speed down to the scene. Many people are dead or injured but all of Eve and Roarke's people are fine and they are relieved. Eve is so relieved that she asks Summerset to make sure Dickie Berenski is okay. Is EVE okay??This is also the book where we first meet Jake!! Nadine warns him Eve won't recognize him. She doesn't. He's already calling her “Lois.” We love him.After a very emotional and exhausting night, Eve and Roarke fight over whether or not Eve should question Summerset at that very moment. Roarke says no, Eve says yes. We have to say, we are siding with Eve on this one. We understand that Roarke loves his people and worries about them, but Eve and Summerset need to work things out on their own.Also, this was a really interesting book to read right after reading "Bonded," as Summerset talks about having an "Urban Wars" flashback.

This week we are cursed with a loss, as Britney is out, but we are blessed with a guest - our good friend Adam Pelletier, who is a worker at the NLRB and organizer in the Federal Unionists Network. We talk about the "Hands Off!" rally in Albany, tariffs, and uncommon grounds is organizing a union! https://on.ft.com/44cQfWQIn https://labornotes.org/2025/04/federal-unionists-say-its-not-game-over-its-game https://www.timesunion.com/news/article/protesters-tell-trump-musk-hands-off-federal-20260299.php  https://www.thehandbasket.co/p/sackets-harbor-tom-homan-jaime-cook Wildflower: https://www.timesunion.com/business/article/uncommon-grounds-workers-saratoga-clifton-park-20254954.php

This week on BEHIND THE LENS we're going from the Old West down into the deep blue, or not so blue, sea, discussing two wonderful films with two terrific filmmakers – LAST BREATH and GUNSLINGERS. First up, take a listen to my exclusive interview with director ALEX PARKINSON talking about LAST BREATH. Currently in theatres, LAST BREATH is a heart-pounding film that follows seasoned deep-sea divers as they battle the raging elements to rescue their crewmate trapped hundreds of feet below the ocean's surface. Based on a true story of events that occurred in 2012, as well as Alex's 2019 documentary on the incident, LAST BREATH is an electrifying story about teamwork, resilience, and a race against time to do the impossible. Then it's time to hear from writer, director, and editor BRIAN SKIBA talking about his new film, the rootin' tootin' western GUNSLINGERS. Talk about a fun film! Action packed, lots of shootouts, a hanging, a solid story with amazing cast, cinematic in scope thanks to widescreen scenes, and it's got Nicolas "Fucking" Cage(!!!!!) in another one of his unique, show stopping, and indelible roles. I always enjoy speaking with Brian, especially when it comes to westerns and he has outdone himself with GUNSLINGERS. http://eliasentertainmentnetwork.com

Double Tap Episode 403 This episode of Double Tap is brought to you by: Brownells, Gideon Optics, Blue Alpha, Medical Gear Outfitters, Mitchell Defense, and Matador Arms   Welcome to Double Tap, episode 403! Your hosts tonight are Jeremy Pozderac, Aaron Krieger, Nick Lynch, and me Shawn Herrin, welcome to the show! Double Tap- Need more questions.   WLS- Need more reviews. - Dear WLS My dad hit my mom so I the family dog and now I have a hard time talking to women S. - Do you guys have a go to cleaning kit? Or do you just buy pieces and make your own kit? What are those pieces? I've bought several kits but they never seem to be ideal for cleaning any particular gun. Ice Wallocum - Could 50 clones of Savage defeat Nick, Jeremy, Shawn, and Aaron? The only weapons available to the guys are a frying pan, a set of brass knuckles, a fire extinguisher and a large flat-head screwdriver. Each clone is butt-ass naked. Try to not get a boner. No notes.   Jakey Poo - I'm getting the itch... not like yours, Aaron. I need to add something to my gun collection. My current selection is as follows. A 223 AR A 223 AK A semi auto 12 gauge (yes Turkish, shut up) A 9mm AK A 45 1911 A full size 9mm canik. A 9mm p365 xmacro. An m&p 22 handgun. A 22 heritage rough rider. So, where should I start looking and or saving next? I like the idea of a 45 pcc. I like the idea of a lever action. I like the idea of some other 22 to have for when my boys get old enough. I just don't know what to do. And don't say tons of ammo for all those things... that's already on the list. Thank you for all the feelings you give me every week, my fellow homeo sectionals. Alex W - Hi. Do you guys have slings on your home defense rifles? I had mine out last night due to sketchy shit going on outside my home and noticed the sling was all twisted up and wrapped around the stock. I think it would have still functioned fine but throwing the sling on might have been hard in a tense situation. How do you stow your slings to prevent that issue? Thanks. No notes. Savage Looks Like A Nutsack - I was at my local Scheels, and overheard a conversation about second focal plane scopes. The sales associate told the guy next to me that in a sfp scope, only the subtensions will be off if you use magnification. He explained that your center aimpoint on the scope will always be dead on no matter what, as long as the distance is ranged correctly. What's the associate right? I thought in all sfp scopes, your zero would be off on everything if you used the magnification. It doesn't make sense that the center point of the scope would always be correct under any magnification, but only the subtensions would be off. No notes Reese K - On the most recent This Week in Guns they talked about a blind man who bought a gun and then was complaining about how easy it was. If you guys became legally blind, from whatever terrible accident you want, what would you choose for home defense?   Cory R - Why is Aaron such a douche. Dude is fucking up the show arguing about the dumbest shit. Arguing that ffls shouldn't be able to charge for transfers? Fucking dumbass. Then today argue with savage for not reading the facts right after he did. Jesus, please take his mic before I have to quit listening. DoppleBanger - Looking to buy a battle rifle clone from the 50s-60s era in .308. Price doesn't matter. What are your suggestions? M14 Clone? G3 clone? Fal?   The winner of this week's swag pack is Ice Wallocum! To win your own, go to welikeshooting.com/dashboard and submit a question!   Gun Industry News Springfield Launches 1911 TRP AOS: Optic Ready in 9mm Springfield Armory launched a new version of their TRP handgun, now available in 9mm along with the traditional .45 ACP. It features an Agency Optics System for red dot sights. There are eight models with options for 5” and 4.

Lords: * Mitch * https://www.youtube.com/@HBMmaster * Nathan * https://store.steampowered.com/app/2976260/ChainStaff/ Topics: * I wish someone told me all classic Star Trek was based on writer Ursula LeGuin * Ryu Numbers and Tom Scott Numbers * https://www.tumblr.com/tomscottnumber * How to get out of a chair * Have you seen the new show? by Orcboxer * https://www.tumblr.com/orcboxer/745859389762764801/poob-has-it-for-you * OUR DRAWINGS - PRINCESS MOVIE | Full Animation Film | Artist * https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G1LhdhQEKtg * https://www.tumblr.com/fullanimationfilmartist Microtopics: * Mitch from jan Misali. * The episode where we have beef. * The milk frother attachment to the chain staff. * The milk frother is DLC you pay extra for that milk frother. * Hearing about Ursula Leguin for the first time. * The Wind's Twelve Quarters. * The Clock Before Armageddon. * Solving sexism, here on Topic Lords. * Living long enough to discover a new favorite sci-fi author. * What's interesting about Sapphire for the PC Engine, other than the price? * Dreams of gutting the collectors market. * Spending $2,000 on a rare game and trying to convince itself it's good enough to justify the price. * A game that is not very rare but it's still expensive because it's so good that people want to keep it. * Deciding at the last minute to not use motion controls for your Wii rhythm game. * Erdos numbers preceding Bacon numbers because of course it was mathematicians who came up with that shit. * What counts as a Bacon Connection. * A character who has been in a lot of crossover games. * The de facto authority on Ryu numbers. * Whether the frog at the end of TXT World is the same as the game from Frog Fractions. * Whether Hatricia from the Hat DLC is the same as the cat the wedding dress in the photo at the end of TXT World. * The British buy who wears a red shirt. * The ever-shifting discourse for what counts as a connection for Scott Numbers. * Adding rules to make a trivial game into a non-trivial game. * White men who have had a long Youtube career. * Whether Ryu has a surname. * Stephen Hawking's Sabbath number. * Movies and plays tending to tell different stories whereas recorded and live music tends to be the same music. * The hypothetical guy whose favorite movie is just one where they pointed a camera at a stage play. * Why do people love squats? * Doing a 500 pound deadlift to get out of bed. * Doing one exercise to get better at a slightly related exercise. * Fucking up your knees by getting out of a chair repeatedly. * Doing the old heave-ho thing to get out of a chair. * The Inherently Beautiful Design of Everyday Objects, by Bonald Normag. * Watching the X-Files with your wife. * Aged Like Me. * Putting your knees under the chair and standing up, and unbending your knees pushes the chair backwards and it falls over, but you're upright, and then like the punching bags with sand at the bottom the chair bounces back up and hits you in the ass so you don't even need to work to start walking. * A wheelchair with an extremely gentle ejection seat. * Why obese people have worse COVID outcomes. * How to make a bed that fat people want to lie in face-down. * A.C. Slatering. * Why isn't Jim an industrial designer? * Applying for an industrial design job and putting sharks on your resume. * Poob has it for you. * Screenshotting a Tumblr post and cropping out the username to post it on Tiktok and claiming that it's something your therapist told you. * The ghost you're talking about waving its hands in your face being like "I'm right here!" * Tumblr eras. * The event that convinced the Tumblr community that Tumblr users should not ever be in charge of anything. * The people who left Tumblr when they banned porn and then came back when Elon Musk bought Twitter. * The Tumblr Funnymen. * The Tumblr CEO personally harassing trans women off of Tumblr. * Someone who looks like they've been deactivated. * The miracle of Tumblr still being online. * The Poster's Curse. * Bucket, where are you? * A jumble of keywords that someone might hypothetically search for. * Distinctly amateurish outsider art in a way that only a human could create. * Beatboxing puppy! * A contextless segue into a musical number. * An hour long trailer for a twenty minute movie. * A movie made by people who were figuring out 3D animation as they were making it. * Legally distinct Marios rapping. * Being anti-AI art because you are extremely pro copyright law. * The beatboxing puppy scene that everybody forgot about. * It's cool when people make art. * Four consecutive narrators all explaining the same concepts in slightly different ways that slightly contradict each other. * A movie asking you to watch it over and over to pump up its numbers. * Wanting to see a sequel to "OUR DRAWINGS - PRINCESS MOVIE | Full Animation Film | Artist" because you want to know what the title will be. * Complaining that Amazing Digital Circus is more important than your own movie.

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This week, we're apprentice Deaths trying to prove ourselves by killing a load of victims! Highlights include: - The Twilight movies would definitely make you want to die... - Turns out there's loads of pop culture references that I don't know... - If in doubt, what would a bastard do? - Fucking zombies... - The shuffling was particularly bad this week...

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Camille continue le récit de son voyage en Amazonie et nous raconte le calvaire d'une artiste dans un environnement qui freine son processus créatif.La Chute de LapinvilleLapin, pervers narcissique en fin de droits, raconte son retour à Lapinville et sa décision de faire un podcast pour se venger de ses anciens camarades d'école. Il est bientôt rejoint par Chloé Bloomington, star de cinéma qu'une énorme shitstorm oblige à revenir dans sa ville natale pour jouer dans une fiction quotidienne à la con. Puis, on suit l'enquête de Spiruline, astucieuse stagiaire à la mairie, qui dévoilera des scandales insoupçonnés dans les plus hautes sphères de Lapinville… Tour à tour, les Lapinvillois témoignent pour essayer de comprendre comment, une chose en entraînant une autre, ils ont fini par provoquer la destruction de la Terre. Leurs destins entremêlés forment une pelote visible de l'espace dont cette série, cinq minutes par jour, va dérouler le fil. Fresque épique et palpitante, chronique de la catastrophe en cours et de ses ramifications les plus inattendues, La Chute de Lapinville a pu être décrite comme une variante des Simpson à la sauce rond-point ou un jumeau maléfique de Plus belle la vie. Enregistrements décembre 2023-2024 Scénario et dialogues Benjamin Abitan, Wladimir Anselme, Laura Fredducci Direction artistique Benjamin Abitan Conseillère littéraire Noémie Landreau Réalisation Sabine Zovighian Assistante réalisation Alexandra Garcia-Vilà Musique originale Samuel Hirsch Narratrice Noémie Landrau (Camille) Comédiens Corneliu Dragomirescu (Zarutu) Imer Kutllovci (Kurubi) Matej Hofmann (Itanó) Comédiens silhouettes Guarani Feitosa Neieves Natascha Wiese Voix générique Guarani Justine Bachelet Production ARTE Radio ARTE Studio Virginie Lacoste Sahar Pirouz Jacques Falgous Illustration Roxane Lumeret

Historien om Rysslands framgångsrikaste musikexport någonsin är också en berättelse om ett Ryssland som kunde ha blivit något helt annat. Lyssna på alla avsnitt i Sveriges Radio Play. Regnet vräker ner från den mörka himlen. Under rader av svarta paraplyer står en anonym, grå folkmassa. Apatiskt stirrar de in genom ett högt, taggtrådsbeklätt stängsel. På andra sidan står två genomblöta tonårstjejer, klädda i skoluniform. Slipsarna är prydligt knutna, men de vita skjortorna har blivit genomskinliga och de rutiga kjolarna är väldigt korta. När regissören ropar action lutar sig den mörkhåriga tjejen fram och kysser sin rödhåriga vän. Det är höst i Moskva år 2000 och 15-åringarna framför kameran har precis skapat historia.Medverkande: Charlotte Nordin Sundberg och Fredrik WadströmProgrammet är gjort och programlett av Joanna Korbutiak i mars 2025Producent Robin JonssonExekutiv producent Lars TruedsonSlutmix Fredrik NilssonP3 Musikdokumentär produceras av Tredje Statsmakten MediaLjudklippen i programmet kommer från dokumentärfilmerna Anatomy of t.A.T.u (2003), New Century Ego Interview (TVS, 2002) och t.A.T.u. v Podnebesnoy (STS, 2004). En intervjuspecial gjord av den ryska mediepersonligheten Ksenia Sobtjak (2021), intervjuer hos ryska MTV (2001), Jimmy Kimmel live! (ABC, 2003), The Frank Skinner Show (BBC, 2005) och det ukrainska tv-programmet Lögndetektorn (2014). Samt Neposedys konsert (ryska kanal 1, 1998), Vladimir Putins nyårstal (1999), filmen Fucking Åmål (1998) och Eurovision Song Contest (BBC, 2003 och 2009).

In this dirty talk erotic audio, I'll show you, as yourex-girlfriend, how hot it can be to have fun with no emotions at all. You know exactly how well we worked together in bed, so we might as well share our lust with each other again.

Me and Miwa Line Løtveit digs into the levels of self expression and there, straight on, we fuck up our audio and I am sent into a trigger of fear of failure.  So, on live podcast, we dive into the rhelm of the triggered landscape.  How is that, how to meet ourselves and the world in that situation and how to move past what is keeping us from doing what we want and showing up as we truly are.  Miwa has herself gone deep into the world of self expression and facilitate dance, breathwork, drawing, tantric and similar kinds of workshops.  She, as me, comes from a totally normal job, education and life. Which she figured made her unhappy and unfulfilled.    Check out some of her work; https://www.authentic-expression.com/  Regular Morning Beats in Oslo: https://www.morningbeat.no/  www.youtube.com/@miwa.intuitive.living   Music: The beautiful song "Holy Hubris" by my talented friend Lennart Hansen: https://open.spotify.com/artist/5gHzTp8pUzQH8ASPrlFzJv?si=9TJZ_-miTa61jwplSCKKeQ    I am Therese Fallentin and this is The Gutfeeling podcast.  You can read about me and my services at https://www.empowermentdynamics.no/  and about me and the Podcast at https://magefolelsen.com/hjem  Magefølelsen aka The Gut Feeling is also in video format at YouTube at  @TheGutFeeling_Therese  https://youtu.be/ZVQmHSvX394?si=azV-UKxdvBsvRZxC  and on Instagram https://www.instagram.com/magefoelelsen.podcast/    Make yourself a glorious day ya all.  

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Cáel's second vacation with Aya and friends.Book 3 in 18 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels.Loving your enemy is easy. You know precisely where the two of you standJust in case anyone cares, I do not hate China or the Chinese People. As a Global Power, the PRC is fair game as a great antagonist. Not only do they have, as of 2015, the world's largest economy, largest population and a truly global Diaspora, they also have a rather totalitarian governance system that enables them to devote scary levels of resources to any endeavor they set their minds to.I usually paint all governments to be entities capable of great good (rarely achieved) and great evil (because it makes such enticing fiction). In my stories, it often falls to the people within those institutions to make judgment calls on what is the right thing to do. In my final analysis, there are no 'Evil' governments, just evil people who use the system to get what they want(Right where we left off)"Aya," I spoke to her when she'd finished up by giving Mu a strong dose of a pain killer, "Now go back to the galley and find the nice medic-lady there. She has a bottle filled with some of those kick-ass sedatives. Inject everyone else but me, you, Zhen here and Mu, Mu's had enough drugs for one day.""Okay," she popped up. She turned fearlessly to face her former tormentors and jailors."I had them all swear an oath to Ishara to not kill, harm, or restrain you in any manner, so have fun hunting them down. You've got about thirty minutes.""Is Dot with us right now?" she gave me a bone-tired smile. I nodded. "This is going to be fun," she shouted and off she went.'I'll be by her side', Dot whispered to me. She rose forth from the seat within me and followed Aya out into Seven Pillars Hell. Technically, I believed it was the Diyu of the Fiendish Child. Those malicious bastards suffered every accident, misfortune, and nearly-impossible odds malfunction in the process of being subdued by a 9 year old Amazon.Four of them died in the process of trying to kill her, when stopping her became obviously impossible. Two had their guns blow up when they tried to shoot her, dismembering their hands and wrists. One guy was strangled in his emergency oxygen supply mask. The last guy lunged forward, slipped on a cup and broke his neck when his head was caught in a folded armrest.Twenty-eight nerve wracking minutes later."All done," she gave me an exhausted yet triumphant chirp. "Should I strap Mr. Mu into a chair? He's passed out.""Zhen, buckle your brother into a chair and hurry back. I'll hold us steady until you get back."Remember, I had only the use of my left hand. My right had to stay on the dagger to keep things powered up."Buckle-up after you've gotten Duan Mu secured, Aya. That's his proper name.""I know that. I was trying to keep them irritated so they would act irrationally. You taught me that," Aya bathed me in her sinister ways and means.Finally, it was down to me and Zhen. "Do you think we will succeed, Cáel Wakko Ishara?" "I'm giving it my best shot." "The little girl was right," Zhen groaned. "She told us we'd regret not killing you in New York when we had the chance. I thought she was being an annoying spoiled brat. I was wrong." Pause. "I know you have no reason to answer me truthfully, but when we, the rest of us, die, could you make sure my brother's body is returned to my father so that he can join our ancestors in the family grave?" "Why do you think I would lie to you now that we are alone?" That was a loaded question. I did the majority of my lying when I was alone with a woman. "I, will you give me your Oath, in your Goddess's name?" "Nope. My Goddess has pretty much been exhausted by your boys trying to break their vows to me and Aya. I'll tell you what I will do, " "What?" "Show me your tits and I'll promise to do my best." "What? You want to see me naked?" she grew indignant. "No!" It was her being a vaginal virgin (I knew the type ~ good oral technique and bed play, but no 'go-uppy' the cunt, or ass) and me not being Han Chinese, therefore being a 'Stinky Barbarian'. "Listen, I've never flown a commercial jet before and neither have you. Odds are we are both going to be dead in the next ten minutes. After all the hell you have put me through, can you at least give me some fucking inspiration. No one will ever know. Besides, imagining the perfect swell of your breast and the smooth tautness of your stomach, well, you are so damn perfect it is distracting!" I protested against the World's grand injustice (me not being Han and thus not worthy of seeing her goodies). "Do you really think we are all about to die?" she studied me. "I'm doing my best, but, yes, I believe we are," I stared deep into her dark brown orbs.'You are despicable,' Ishara chortled. 'I promise you, plant your seed and she will bear you a son.' "Very well, hold onto the controls," she said as she released her joystick. She rolled up her padded (high-tech body-weave) shirt carefully. I was a past master of looking while pretending not too look. Still, "Can I look yet?" I hesitantly questioned. Sure, we were about to slam an Airbus-350 into the Pacific Ocean, or a concrete runway, no lights, in a cyclone, but she was 'working it'. For all she knew, this striptease would be her last living memory. "No." A few seconds passed. "Now?" "No." Oh, her top was just cresting her highly aroused nipples, she had tiny, erect nipples. The smallest I had ever seen, but long, almost like tiny awls. Finally she'd played it out as long as possible. "Okay." "No, wait," I begged. "Let me make sure everything is stable. I want to look at you for as long as I can. This will probably be the last happy moment of my life, so I want to make the most of it." That made her happy. I puttered around for five seconds, then pivoted around to take in her full, topless view. I didn't say anything for the longest time. "Aren't you done yet," she grumbled. "We are about to crash." "Oh, sorry," I turned away. She rolled her top down quickly and we returned to trying to keep the people we loved most in life alive. I sensed as sense of disappointment in her nonetheless."Perfect," I whispered. She caught it. "What did you say? Is something wrong?" she worried, studying her crippled command console for any errors she might have missed. "I said 'perfect'. I knew it, your body is perfect," I confessed. Pause. "Oh, " "Now I have something to live for," I declared. "I will never let you see me naked again. This was a one-time thing!" "That's two things I have to live for then," I countered. "Bringing us in alive and seeing me naked once more?" she had to be sure. "I was going to say 'seeing you naked again' and 'living', but I can see that your priorities make more sense," I conceded. "Ah, you are right, that I am right." Pause. "Good luck." "On seeing you naked again, or surviving our landing." "Let's start out by landing the plane. "And then, Duan Zhen?" "We will see, Cáel Ishara."{9 pm, Tuesday, August 16th ~ 23 Days to go}{aka 2 am Wednesday, Aug. 17th ~ 22 Days to go (Havenstone time)}(The following is in Mandarin until I note otherwise)"What are you doing?" I struggled to keep the panic from my voice."Killing all these alarms," Zhen responded. She was grinding her teeth in frustration and fear. "There is nothing we can do to fix those problems.""My, right rudder, its barely responding," I grunted. This was fly-by-wire, not typical manual control, so my concern was entirely mental, not wanting to miss our turn south into the sole runaway on Johnston Atoll. With the steady degradation of the plane's electronics, we wouldn't make the 360 for another pass.Landing from the southern end of the runway would put the cyclone force winds behind us. There would be no way for the plane's two inexperienced pilots to make that miraculous landing happen. No, we had to approach form the north, into the winds and allow nature to slow us down."On it, I'm good," she confirmed that her co-pilot's systems were still doing their job. "Tell me when we are making our final approach." Zhen, my Seven Pillars of Heaven co-pilot (and designated assassin), couldn't see where we were going. Our avionics had perished earlier in this disaster.Goddess Dot Ishara was communicating with Goddess SzélAnya who was frolicking in this maelstrom; the Draconic Storm Divinity was in her element. Dot was 'in' her element as well ~ her last living mortal descendent (me), if you didn't count all those unborn offspring I'd been contributing to in the past few weeks.'Are you thinking about me, Wakko?' she whispered into my mind. I was Wakko Ishara. I was supposed to be Yakko, but that hadn't worked out. As the 'main girl' in the relationship between me, the leader of her Amazon House, and Yakko Ishara ~ my first Ishara ancestor ~ she earned the slot of Dot (see Warner Bros.) Ishara.One of her earliest gifts to me was to make my mind inviolate to ALL supernatural penetration which was the reason she was bothering to ask about my thoughts and intentions.'Yes,' I thought back. 'I'm worried you are expending too much energy on my behalf, Dot.''Opposed to leaving you alone with SzélAnya? I don't trust her around you. She'd make a little Dragon-offspring/avatar with you if I'm not careful.''If you aren't careful? Don't I get a say in all of this?''No. Trust me, she's clingy and you are more active than a whole temple of Babylon's whores. Her mortal avatar would further bond your two legends together and your Legend is already the prop, placed with House Ishara.' Translation: My Goddess was clingy. After all, she'd meant to say my legend was her 'property'."Flaps!" Zhen yelled at me. "Check your flaps. Mine keep shorting out.""On it," I replied. I'd 'zoned out', so she'd screamed at me to get my attention back on task. Altitude, 1200 meters, which meant flaps at, fuck if I knew."What do I set them, Oh Shit!" I realized I'd forgotten something horribly imperiling."What?" Zhen shot me a furious look."Fuel! We've got to start dumping the fuel!" I screamed."Why?""Fireball, Zhen. If we hit hard, this bitch will barbeque us," I spit the words. "Don't you watch any airplane crash movies?" I added."The Airbus 350 has plenty of, safeguards,""You mean like all the other ones that have failed us in the past half hour?""Opening main tanks #1 and #2," she grumbled. "If we are struck by another lightning bolt we could blow up in mid-air.""Won't happen," I feebly jested. "The Storm Goddess loves me.""Does she love my brother and I?""Nah. She wants you and everyone else on this plane dead, but she's humoring me right now.""Flaps," she reminded me. "Why would she care about you?""Having no other useful skills, I am a truly remarkable lover."Zhen spared me a blistering look."You have seized this aircraft from my brother, me and forty of our best Special Operations Strike Warriors. That does not qualify you as 'unskilled'," she lambasted me."Oh no? You should see a 'real' Amazon in action," I teased her. "I'm just an intern who hasn't yet completed his 84 day trial period." I also worked the flaps."Too much," she snapped. "If we drop below 400 kilometers per hour, these winds will slam us into the Pacific."I was adjusting the flaps appropriately as we began our final roll to the left when a cloud-to-cloud bolt of electricity coursed through our craft. We didn't blow up."Thank you, SzélAnya," I whispered."What?" Zhen worried. Fucking up now would be the end of us all.'Your gratitude is overdue, Cáel,' SzélAnya slipped her murmur into the crashing thunder and another lash of raw, natural fury. 'We will talk later.'"I thought you said she loves you.""Umm, did I forget to mention I told her I was going out for pizza and never called her back?""That makes no sense," Zhen glared at me briefly. I was gifted with a visual of our plane in perspective to the runway. Yay, five meter waves were smashing into the atoll. I adjusted our yaw to the right."We are three kilometers out," I advised her."Flaps, spoilers," I went over my limited Alal-knowledge. This stuff worked on a piston driven commercial liner and it was the only flight data I had."Landing gear," Zhen responded. She had to throttle up a little because all that drag was cutting into our speed.'You are being blown too far to the east,' SzélAnya advised. I did the best I could."What are you doing?" Zhen was starting to sweat."Responding to divine intervention.""I, I see it!" Zhen's panic turned to exultation as she could finally make out the pale concrete runway surrounded by the angry sea.Too disasters hit us simultaneously."The left landing gear is not fully deployed," Zhen cautioned me."We are coming in too fast anyway," I dryly noted. The Goddess had brought me in on target, but she knew nothing about aircraft aeronautics.The Airbus came down too hard, too fast and our left landing gear snapped on impact. Sarrat Irkalli's parting gift was decay. Every design weak point gave in. The front fuselage broke apart, my hand on the dagger slipped and the power died. The front 25% of the plane spun off to the west while the remainder shot down the runway and off the southern end of the island.Sadly we went off into the lagoon between the western side and the barrier reef. In a delayed bit of good fortune, our careening section went head to head against a massive storm surge."Go!" I screamed at Zhen.She snatched up her Jian that she had used to pin the undead necromancer Tsu. I was right behind her, though I did stop to retrieve Sarrat Irkalli's dagger and pluck the two bone reliquaries from his neck before following Zhen's tight, athletic buns out of the cockpit and toward Aya. My diminutive better half was still in her seatbelt and clutching the medical bag to her chest.(English) "Cáel, I think we are sinking," she noted with a twinge of concern and more courage than I felt like utilizing. As Zhen was rescuing her brother the enormity of my mistake sunk in. All the Seven Pillars people were unconscious thus unable to save themselves from drowning. Aya's survival came first. I'd worried about my 'would-be executioners' later.I swept up Aya so fast it took me a second to realize she was poking me. She had retrieved the trinkets Felix had given Mu, our phone cards, my Dot-treats and my Amazon blade. I quickly strapped the blade to my arm. The water was rushing in through the severed back section.I turned to see Zhen struggling with her brother. Her look said it all. She expected them both to die. She wouldn't abandon him to save herself and the waves were too rough to make it with him."Get as far as you can," I shouted to her over the typhoon strength winds. "I'll come back for you."Her face expressed how little faith she put in my promise. Zhen had no choice left to her. I cut off two lengths of seat-belt to give Aya a harness to wrap over my shoulder and opposite underarm. I used the second piece to create her harness I linked with my own. {Back to English as the primary language}"He'll come back for you," Aya tried to assure Zhen while I worked."Aya, take a deep breath then expel it," I advised. The second she did I dove into the water. I had never attempted to swim in water this nasty, but I had been dumped into a white water rapids before. That was the best I had.Somehow in the madness, I pointed myself in the right direction. Once more, the storm came to my rescue. Two monster waves picked us up and pushed us toward the edge of the runway.'Go to the north end of the island,' Ishara told me. There is a building there that will shelter you, and Cáel, I must leave now. Don't do it.''I can't not try,' I replied. 'Can you help Aya?' I gave one last appeal. No reply. I twisted southward to locate the next monster wave. My precious cargo pressed tightly to my upper torso, I flipped over so that my feet were facing toward the onrushing runway. I'm not as dumb as I look, or sound.I bent my knees in the same way they instruct you when you go cliff diving. Up we went. I pulled Aya and I as deep into the water as possible, up, up, crest and then down-down-down. My bare right foot hit something jagged and sharp. I'd worry about bleeding later. The momentum of that contact tried to tilt me head-first, but I resisted.My left foot slapped down on a hard, smooth, granular surface, the sea wall. Now I swam backwards with my free arm while I raced to get my right foot back under me. My body ended up surging forward, yet I was in control of my movements once more. I rolled with the impact, taking the brunt to my left shoulder while shielding Aya with my right. Three rolls and I was on my feet again."Aya!" I beseeched my companion."That was fun," she yelled back over the hurricane force winds. "Let's try to do this next year," the rest was lost. I kept staggering forward in about a foot of water that the storm had flooded over the land. I looked behind me.The next wave was unfriendly. The one behind that one appeared to be a lot like what I imagined a Berlin Wall-sized tombstone would look like. I ran. I survived the first wave then gave Aya a cautionary squeeze. I felt her tiny lungs inflate, soak up the salt-water spray and oxygen then flush the air back out.A few more steps then we plunged back sideways into the monster current ~ the wave had already crashed."What did you say?" I shook Aya as we surfaced once more."Next year, much later next year," she grinned up at me."Aya, do you think you can,""Yes. Go find them. You gave her your word," she hugged me."Stay on the runway, head north, Dot says there is a building up there that is still intact. Aya, take this," I handed her the pistol and a spare mag."Do you promise you won't let me die today?" she shouted over the winds. I had to think about that. Aya rammed the pistol and magazine into her medical bag's side pocket. Oaths had their own power and maybe, just maybe, Dot Ishara would help me honor this one."I swear to you, I will not let you die today," I yelled back."Then go and hurry," she hugged me as I cut her loose. "She needs you more than I do. Go!" With that, we separated. Aya slugged forward a few steps, was staggered by another wave then turned and gave me her 'thumbs up'.I turned to the south and the blinding winds and terrible surf. I had to try. Alal kicked in. Jumbo commercial airliners = no help. Shipwrecks = he'd survived a few. I mapped out in my mind the waves, winds and their direction relative to the plane. I could still make out its half-submerged shape.The edge of the runway had a U-shaped seawall which created a peak that channeled the waves. I couldn't see the structure itself due to the high tide, but I could locate the wall by watching the waves break. If I could get to the outside of the eastern peak, I would have an easier time going about this rescue. Also, if Zhen wasn't brought in by the same waves that saved Aya and I, she would be driven to the northwest, parallel to the island.I could intercept them. I'd effective killed everyone else. Maybe, I dove in.'Don't!'“Too late, SzélAnya,” I vaulted off the semi-submerged sea wall, then let the undertow pull me along the broken coral rocks the Navy had put there when they expanded the airfield in the 1960's.I kept my hands on the rocks, rock climbing in reverse. The waves passing overhead tried to pluck me up and return me to the land. I moved as rapidly as I could, until my muscles ached from the water's chill and oxygen starvation. My lungs were on fire. I let the next wave pull me up.Fortune favors the foolish should be my new motto. I broke the surface just after another large wave passed by. I kept my breathing short and steady, despite my burning hunger for air. Gulping air would only earn me a mouthful of salt water. I took the reprieve in the storm's efforts to drown me.The 'foolish' was waiting for me four meters away, slightly behind me and to the East. Zhen was being dragged past the atoll. I kept one eye on her progress and the other on the waves. A monster rolled up, I dove under and thus resurfaced less than two meters away. Zhen had Mu in a classic rescue swim position. He was still likely to suffocate in this downpour.The look in her eyes was, pure confliction. I cut through the last bit of ocean to be at her side. My first action was to point to the next tidal beast heading for us.(Mandarin) "I've got him. Dive beneath the wave," I hollered. Had she resisted, all three of us would have been screwed. She didn't.I took another deep breathe then sort of freaked her out. I clamped my mouth over Mu's and expelled my air into his lungs. My right arm snaked under his left with my hand grabbing the back of his head. I shoved his head tightly against my face, pressing his nose shut, then dove. Zhen was right behind me.After that, we had our routine down. Zhen took Mu every fourth wave. Breathing for both him and me was tough. I'd take him back for the fifth and slowly we made ourselves to the eastern shore. I hit first, fell flat on my face but kept a hold on Mu. I temporarily lost sight of Zhen. One life at a time.I lugged Mu up, staggered his unconscious and my exhausted forms a few feet and then was toppled by yet another wall of water. This time, when I returned to a standing position, I check Mu's breathing. He would make it. I few more steps, another wave. I kept my footing that time. Another, Zhen came careening our way from the North. The waves had swept her passed us.Zhen immediately looped her arm under Mu's right arm. That allowed her, me and our shared burden to slog another meter inland, then the next wave caught up with us. Zhen fell; I stumbled, but righted myself and thus kept Mu from being washed away. Zhen rolled a few feet forward, rebounded up, only to be shoved away when a gust of wind hit us.On her next attempt, she rejoined us. From that point onward, we were far enough away from the land's end so that we were slogging through standing water and could resist the waves that impacted us.(Mandarin) "You came back," she shouted.There were all kinds of romantic, chivalric and very true responses to that. I chose a half-lie. (Mandarin) "I really wanted to see your tits one more time," I yelled. The looks she gave me was priceless. She was convinced I was a lunatic ~ no doubt about it.While she puzzled out her reaction/retort, we chanced upon a Quonset hut. In its lee, we caught a break from the worst of the wind. We also picked up a little Epona who had made the same logical choice (to get out of the wind) as we had. My heart leapt for joy. She was grinning like an impish hellion as she tried to tell me something.I leaned down until her lips were touching my ear."I forgot to pack my swimsuit," she chortled."It's probably sitting at home along with my surfboard," I kissed her on the forehead. "How about we get inside, somewhere?" Aya nodded.(Mandarin) "Let's go," I roared. Zhen nodded briefly. We turned Mu around so we would be dragging him with his back to the winds. The journey to the structure SzélAnya had pointed me at (the J O C building) took over an hour and a half to cover the two kilometers. Along the way, Aya discovered her inner Peter Pan.That was the childish fiction I was going to use to explain what she did when I regaled this episode to her Mother, assuming we made it back. In common parlance, a gust of wind that must have been about 150 kilometers per hour picked her up and off she went. Hell, I'd honored my oath to Zhen. I dropped Mu and raced after my own personal good luck fairy.A freak micro-burst, shot Aya up so high I lost track of her in the rain.'Please'.I saw my tiny human javelin plummeting to earth several meters away. Aya had refused to mitigate her fate by releasing the medical bag. I jumped, caught her and took another hard spill to the ground, Aya on top of me. She said something to me.I made it back to my knees, clutching a standing Aya firmly to my chest."I said 'I've had enough fun for today," she sputtered. "Can we go inside now?"'You now owe me a life, I go,''Thank you'. If she heard me, she didn't acknowledge it. The storm didn't relent its assault, that was for sure.I couldn't risk losing Aya again. I had placed Zhen and Mu on solid ground so she returned to being my top priority. I slogged my way through the typhoon, cyclone, 'what have you', only to find a solid steel door between Aya and safety. I felt volcanic fury building up inside me. Then I remembered I still had a few firearms,The QCW spoke and the door popped opened. I raced around the first interior corner, deposited Aya, ran back to the door, reverse course, raced back to Aya, kissed her cheek then ran back out into the blinding rain and battering winds. Zhen was right where I'd left her. She had relied on me coming back, damn her.(The J S O C Building)Five minutes later, I had the Seven Pillars twins inside and the door wedged shut. We were all temporarily safe. Here and there small puddles of water had formed from leaks above, but otherwise the structure was solid, sound and safe. Zhen and Mu were on the opposite side of the room. After she tended to her brother, she looked my way.I took the medical bag from a wide-eyed and happy Aya."We are down to two of them," she shivered. "Perhaps you should ask her to surrender now, while they still can?" I snorted then chuckled."Do you really think the proud scions of Duan will bow before the Amazons?" I asked her. Aya fatigued mind worked that question over."No, you are right. I don't think they are smart enough to know when they are beat. Cáel, they called me 'Chǒul u de cuüw ', or something like that," Aya kept her eyes on Zhen. "What does that mean?" It took me a second to piece that together. You can tell a great deal about people if you catch them talking about you behind your backs, or when they think you can't understand what they are saying."Ugly Bug," I translated. Aya snorted."That was rude. We can call her 'L s la ninda'," she proclaimed loud enough for Zhen to hear, "and we can call him Amar."I had to applaud her choice of names for our would-be killers.See, L s la ninda roughly translated from Amazon to English as 'cupcake'. Amar was Amazon for 'calf' which was a play on his Mandarin name, 'Mu'."Dumu?" I indicated her. Aya's eyes sparkled. Duma was the diminutive for 'daughter'."Atta," she murmured back. That was 'respectful Father'; a title no Amazon girl had addressed a man with in, well maybe, ever. The term was largely religious and only used in the terms of female divinities referring to divine paternals."Take the gun," I withdrew the QSW-06 from the medical bag. "I'm going to take a look at Mu."I wasn't a surgeon, most of my medical skills were self-taught (I get hurt a great deal), I was personally acquainted with pain and I wasn't easily grossed out. Alal's past granted me beaucoup knowledge to fill in the gaps. Mu was going to be okay.His problems were the bullet hole, blood loss, our mutual damp condition and his complete exhaustion. Zhen knelt close by as I cut open his pants. The bullet was still in him. I was guessing the round had cracked his femur, not broken it. I cleaned out the wound with minimal disturbance to Mu's sleep. The antiseptic came next, followed by the wrapping and finally a syringe of general antibiotic.(Mandarin) "Let's find something to dress ourselves in and then we all need to get out of these wet clothes. If we don't shed these clothes soon, we'll get a chill we don't need," I advised.(Mandarin) "How bad is it?" she asked. She meant her brother's condition.(Mandarin) "He'll be okay. Feel free to try and kill me when you wish. He doesn't need me anymore." That, pretty much confirmed for her what she suspected, I was a lunatic.(Mandarin) "Well, okay. Thank you. I will not kill the child; I have given you my word."(Mandarin) "Are you talking about 'Ugly Bug'?"(Mandarin) "Oh. I thought she didn't know our language either," she blushed then frowned. "She never revealed she understood our words."(Mandarin) "She doesn't. Aya has a phenomenal memory. All Amazons are taught from a very young age to develop a strong eye for detail. This includes remembering words spoken around them, even if they don't know their meaning."That silenced her. The medical kit gifted us with five glow sticks.The women paired up to search the first, second, third and fourth floors; I didn't trust Zhen to find something useful and report it to me. I knew women. She wouldn't kill Aya tonight and Aya would keep her

From the basics all the way to the most advanced, this episode will teach you the various meanings and uses of the English word “fuck”.Timestamps:0:00 Intro2:15 Fuck (as a verb)4:54 Fuck (as a noun)8:26 Fuck! (exclamation)18:30 Fuck you!24:26 Fuck this!29:45 Fuck (someone) up34:12 Fuck (something) up37:28 Fuck with (someone)42:35 To be fucked50:36 Fucking (intensifier)57:24 Fuck off1:01:07 Fuck around1:05:53 Fuck (someone) over1:09:08 Get fucked1:12:55 Question word + the fuck1:16:58 Adjective + as fuck1:19:10 Fucking (as a filler word)1:22:11 Fuck around and find out (FAFO)1:28:59 I don't fuck with (someone/something)1:31:42 To give a fuck1:33:47 Fuck my life (FML)1:37:49 Fuck if I know1:39:01 Fucking hell1:39:57 Motherfucker1:42:38 OutroIf you love this podcast and want to show some support, click here

Jenna Teaches hubby.Based on a post by m jar65, in 2 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. One week later Nick and I were in the same hotel again and quickly we were naked and fucking. Again there was lots of oral and I sucked his cock nice and long and Nick ate my slit till I was cumming all over his face.I was so ready and so wanting that cock in my backside that Nick had to calm me down. Soon he was eating my slit and slipping a finger in and out of my ass. It was just as sensational the second time and I loved the stretching and the rubbing inside my little hole. Nick was so wonderful and he just kept going till I came in his mouth twice. Then he flipped me onto my front and straight away I got myself into the right position for him.This time my rim job felt better and lasted even longer. I was moaning out loud for him and really I loved every moment of that ass licking, the feeling of having a man focus so much attention on my delicate anus. I came nice and hard for Nick as he thrust two fingers into my slit while his soft, warm tongue lapped at my hole.Nick was such an expert he knew just how to handle me. As soon as that orgasm flowed out of me I was flipped back and this time I had two pillows under my hips. I was panting hard and it wasn't the after effects of my receding orgasm. I knew the moment had arrived and I was about to take a rock hard cock deep into my asshole.He pulled on a condom as I stared at his hard cock and tried to imagine that bulk stretching out my backside. He didn't go straight to my ass though. First he dipped his cock into my slit. I admit I felt a little disappointed but soon enough I was huffing and panting as Nick did his magic and made my body ready to explode. I thought briefly how exciting it felt to have a different man take my body.I was so close to cumming again when Nick positioned the head of his cock against my rear entrance. I was horny and desperate and wanted that cock so badly. I watched him apply a little lube and then he told me 'rub your clit for me. Make sure you are giving yourself some pleasure in case it's too big the first time.'I understood just was he was saying. Just the head of his cock pressing against my hole felt like the biggest thing I had ever taken. I still wanted the rest of it, to take his whole cock. So I strummed my clit just as he asked. I wasn't scared but I was worried we might fail at the first hurdle.I was panting and playing with my clit and the whole time Nick never took his eyes off mine. This was it, finally taking a hard cock up my ass.'Here we go,' he said quietly. 'Try to relax for me.' I felt him press forward and I knew even then my anus was struggling to open up for him. The trouble was that I was so excited I really couldn't relax anything. I was going to have a hard cock shoved into my ass and even the thought that it could hurt didn't slow me down a bit.Nick applied a bit more lube and with a sudden push he was inside me. Oh shit, his cock suddenly felt enormous and for a moment I was sure I'd never take the whole thing inside me. I kept playing with my clit, trying to adjust to these new sensations. I wanted that cock to go all the way.After taking a tongue and then a finger, the head of his cock was really stretching me. I was scared but I was loving the feeling already. Carefully Nick started pressing deeper and the 'filled up' feeling got stronger. I was amazed that I could take so much in there. It felt weird but so good at the same time. A big hard cock in my backdoor and it was so new and so sexy at the same time.He was pushing deeper and I was getting more and more filled up in that weird way. Each time he pressed forward I knew I was taking still more of that big hard cock inside my forbidden little hole. I was amazed at how much I could take and how good it felt. Oh fuck, I was loving it even though I also felt like using the toilet.Suddenly there was a tearing and burning sensation. Nick must have recognized my expression because he actually withdrew a little and applied some more lube. I was still panting madly and so worried that this was my limit.'Keep rubbing that clit,' Nick told me. 'You are so close so let's go slow and gentle.''Don't stop,' I gasped and panted at him. My slit was feeling so good and I was experiencing the weirdest and sexiest sensations I had ever known. Having even a part of his cock in my ass felt so dirty and erotic that I was anxious to take him all. I was being stretched and filled in the 'wrong' place but my body was telling me that everything was exactly right.Women know the sensation of a big hard cock filling up their vagina. Instead of that I now had that cock in my ass and although it was a weird feeling my body was heating up and my tits were tingling.Slowly Nick started to pulse his cock in and out of my ass. I was such a newbie I didn't even know what that meant. Slowly he was working himself deeper and deeper into me and soon I realized things felt very different. He felt huge in there and part of my brain worried I might burst. But the excitement from that big thing moving in my ass overwhelmed everything else.'You've done it,' he said to me with a smile. 'My whole cock is inside your ass. How do you feel?''I don't know,' I panted. 'It's weird but it feels so great. Fuck me now. Fuck my ass with your cock so I can feel everything.'Nick started to pulse back and forward again but this time his cock strokes were longer and he was starting to use a little more force inside me. 'Does it feel good?' I asked him anxiously. 'Does my ass feel good?'He smiled and went on fucking my ass. My first ever anal sex, first ass fucking, first ass reaming. I was in a kind of heaven but still I wanted it to be perfect.'Your ass feels great to me,' he said with a big smile.Nick's thrusting got longer and stronger and soon I was in a kind of reverie. The weird feeling was turning into an amazing glow right through my body and the 'filled up' sensations were starting to make me feel like I really needed to cum. It was the strangest feeling ever but somehow I knew that I was loving taking a cock in my ass.An orgasm was approaching and now I didn't even need to rub my slit. The feeling of that hard cock and the truth that I was being fucked up my ass was all I needed right then. The sensation of him moving inside my backdoor and the rubbing against my insides was becoming more and more exciting. My whole body was starting to feel turned-on.Of course I had no idea of what to expect or what would come next. But I knew what was happening when I started being overtaken by a massive new sensation and I realized that I was cumming while Nick had his cock up my ass.Holy shit, I came with a cock up my ass. I'd never believed it could really happen. It happened to me, though, and on that very first time. It didn't explode like most of my orgasms. It just kind of erupted from some other part of my body and it swelled up inside me and suddenly my whole body was on fire and the most incredible release just came over me.I tried to stay focused on Nick's cock thrusting into my ass hole but I just couldn't. It was the weirdest orgasm I'd ever had and even now I can't really describe it. But I felt so full and so sexy and so alive right then. I know I cried out loud as that climax rushed through my body and I lay there looking up at that stranger as he continued to pump himself into my ass hole. I just couldn't really believe what it was doing to me.Soon Nick seemed to guess what was happening and as that first ever anal orgasm passed he carefully slid himself out of my hole. There was that same feeling of emptiness like when a cock pulls out of my slit and I imagined I'd been opened so wide that my anus stayed open even after Nick left me.I still felt sensational though and the feeling of that first anal fuck and that first orgasm still filled my body and my brain. I lay for there for a long time next to Nick with him holding me and asking if I was OK. All I could do was nod.Eventually I did recover my breathing and calmed down enough to think about what had just happened to me. Believe me, right then I told myself I would be a slut for anal sex and that no matter what happened I would find a way to get my hubby to do that to me.We did plenty more oral and fucking that day, though Nick insisted we should let my asshole rest after all that activity. I made Nick promise that next time he would fuck my ass from behind, doggy style. I really wanted that and by now I knew that my little hole could fit the whole of a big hard cock.I went home that word buzzing in my brain; sodomy. I had committed sodomy. I had been sodomized. I was so turned on that at home that night I practically demanded that my hubby fuck me good and hard. I insisted on doing it doggy style so I could get all his cock inside me and really feel the fucking and thrusting. Hubby has a gorgeous cock that looks and feels so great. I could almost worship that part of him. The whole time he was humping me from behind I was imagining how it would feel when I could take him in my ass instead.That weekend I was still on a big high and feeling horny, talking my hubby into still more sex than he would normally need to give me. What was best was that one time I screwed up my courage when hubby was eating my slit and I quietly asked him to go lower with his tongue. He did, too, and I really enjoyed the dirty feeling and the softness of his tongue on my anus. It wasn't a proper rim job but it was a first for us and I enjoyed it.The next night I took a long shower before bed and then I somehow managed to ask if he would lick both my holes. Hubby agreed but I could see that he wasn't sure what I was after. So I lay on my front for him, legs apart to display my holes and asking him to lick them both. Whenever his tongue went near my backdoor I moaned a little louder. It was only a small fake. That did the trick, however, and hubby slowly got into it some more till I was feeling pretty good. That was kind of my first ever rim job from hubby and I knew with practice he was only going to get better.Finally hubby couldn't hold out any longer and he asked me what was going on. 'I love you sweetheart but I am wondering why all this extra attention to your lovely ass.'So I told a small lie. 'I want to prepare myself. Get me ready for you.''For me? For what?''You know. For you in my asshole.''Me in your asshole?''Darling, I know a lot of men enjoy anal sex. You know some women enjoy it too. I want to try it with you. I want to try and see if I can give that to you like other women do for their husbands.''You want me to fuck your ass so I won't get it from other women?''Sweetheart, I don't care about other women. I am your wife and it's time we tried something new in bed. I just thought that if you wanted to fuck me back there then I want us to try it.'We talked and fucked some more that night. It took less than 24 hours for hubby to decide that he did want to do that. So long as I really thought we should try it. I nearly burst out laughing.It was noticeable after that night how much more eager hubby became to rim me and lick both my holes. Helping to 'prepare' me he was. And I can report that without much encouragement from me he was quickly improving his technique and I was enjoying it more and more. I suppose I was making up for lost time, too.Thanks to my extra libido we were fucking like rabbits and soon I graduated him to fingering my ass while he licked my slit. That took a little more practice and I had to show him how to get a finger wet with the moisture from my slit and then add some saliva as well. The orgasms were not as explosive as that first time with Nick but I didn't care really. I was having a great time with my hubby as he practiced his new technique on me.I met Nick again too. I was shaking and nervous and more happy than ever that he had such experience and poise in this situation. Like always there was the fear of being discovered. This time there was the extra thrill from knowing I was going to take a cock in my ass doggy style.In the hotel room I allowed Nick to take the lead as usual. This time I got a gentle surprise when he put his hands on my shoulders and gently pushed me down to my knees. I knew what he wanted, of course, but no-one has done that to me in years.It was kind of fun, though, and I soon had his cock out of his trousers and in my mouth while I knelt in front of him.On the bed we did all our usual preliminaries of sucking and licking. He got me so incredibly turned-on like he always did. For a casual sex fling I can say this man was very attentive and considerate of my needs.We fucked in missionary for a little while and I did my best to enjoy it and relax. His cock felt great inside my slit but, again, I found myself thinking only about how it was going to feel inside my asshole.When he was ready, Nick flipped me onto my hands and knees and I got another of his lovely, long ass lickings. He also paid attention to my slit and to my clit and soon I was feeling red hot and completely randy.The feeling of his cock in my slit as he entered me from behind was sensational. All I really was aware of right then was how much more intense I wanted my pleasure to be. He could either slam into my vagina or he could take my almost virgin ass. I got a nice steady humping and he even reached under me to rub my nipples and my clit.He stuck his finger into my backdoor again that afternoon and I was so turned-on that I just grunted and gasped and came even harder. I loved the way he was stretching out my hole but the real thrill was knowing that his cock was going to go into that same place at any minute. Oh fuck, I came hard for Nick as he screwed me like that, knowing I was a dirty wife who really does enjoy a strange cock in her slit.When I felt Nick withdraw his cock from my slit I knew my moment had come. I think he applied a little lube to himself. Then his finger popped out of my ass and was replaced with something that felt much bigger and more wonderful.The firm pressure he put against my rear opening made me gasp and pant harder. It was just the head of his cock but now I knew for sure it would fit and that his entire shaft would soon fill up my bottom. Being in front of him on hands and knees felt so incredible and to me this was really the moment of my introduction to anal sex.I don't know why but for some reason I had gotten the idea that being ass fucked doggy style is really the proper way to do it. It just seems so primitive and animal and it means that the cock can go as deep and hard as possible. I adore the thought that in doggy position my dear hubby can choose either hole for his cock to enter. At first the idea brought a little fear but it seemed the best way to feel everything and fully take a cock inside my ass hole. That kind of more extreme fucking was what I had been wanting.That day in the hotel I knew I was going to be penetrated and stretched like I'd never felt before. Right then I wanted it so bad. 'Fuck me, Nick. Fuck my ass,' I murmured to him. He didn't really need the encouragement but he was good enough to remind me that I should be stroking my clit as he pierced my little opening.With the first push I felt the head of his cock enter my back door. Already I felt so full. I was panting and moaning as he worked himself deeper. I was a little afraid but I was feeling greedy and I just wanted another of those amazing orgasms he had given me before.Just like the first time, having his cock in my ass like that felt so weird and so amazing at the same time. I already knew that I loved the feeling of being so filled up and feeling so dirty.Like before there was a brief moment of pain that felt like my skin was tearing. Nick must have been paying extra attention because somehow he sensed the problem and he slowed for a moment and applied some extra wetness to his lovely hard cock. I was worried he would stop and you know I really would have taken the pain right then to get his cock fully inside my ass. I just kept rubbing my clit and somehow that made the pain go away.Then with a few more firm pushes I knew Nick was buried deep inside my ass hole.'Don't stop,' I panted. 'Don't stop. Fuck me please Nick.'That's what he did and it could not have felt better. He started with the same gentle pulsing back and forth. This time I knew I was being ass fucked for real. Then soon I could feel him really stroking inside my backdoor and straight away it was feeling even better. I kept rubbing my clit and the mixture of sensations was so obviously going to bring me off in a massive way.I felt Nick go deeper into me from behind and it made me feel even more turned-on and excited about what he was doing to me. I started to push back against him, wanting him fully inside my ass. The feeling was sensational and so animal-like. I didn't even care anymore about it hurting me. My whole body was feeling so, so fantastic I just wanted to be reamed continuously.Fucking hell, but soon I felt myself start to cum. It felt so great the way his cock stretched and rubbed inside my backdoor. Taking a cock in my ass was suddenly feeling incredible. I started to shove my head into the pillow as I began to lose control and Nick must have picked up the signals. I felt him thrust even deeper and harder into me and he was really starting to pump his cock onto me. I was getting the proper ass fucking I had imagined so many times.Fuck, Nick was so good at what he did to me because by the time he finished I had buried my face into the bed and screamed out orgasm after orgasm. I lost count of my explosions and I really don't even remember what Nick did to me. But the physical and mental joy of being ass fucked from behind was the most incredible feeling I had ever had.OK, so I will admit that some of his pumping did cause me a little bit of hurt but I never once thought about telling Nick to stop or even to slow down. I wasn't afraid of the pain anymore and somehow it actually made me feel more excited, knowing I was really taking a cock pounding in my novice ass.By the time I was done and needing a rest Nick pulled out slowly and let me fall flat onto the bed. I felt so incredible, really alive. My whole body felt amazing and my little hole wasn't sore at all. Nick got up from the bed and I could see he was going to remove the condom. I got to see the mess on the condom and that wasn't a good moment. I was still a newbie. But I did see clearly that Nick had shot his load whole in my ass and the rubber bulged nicely as it held his seed. I felt quite excited and proud that this man had actually cum while fucking my asshole.Not much else happened that day but I was so happy and on such a high that I didn't mind. I knew right then that hubby was going to get lots of practice sticking his gorgeous cock into my ass. I just had to teach how to do it.Nick and I showered together that day. Afterwards I went down on my knees again. Voluntarily this time. I admit by now I was quite fond of Nick and his yummy cock. I know I was engaged in a kind of cheating but I felt really good about myself as I sucked his cock and swallowed all his seed.That Friday night I had hubby licking my asshole as soon as I could get him into the bedroom. I was on heat really badly and I didn't care what hubby thought as I took charge of the action. Then I positioned myself on my back with two pillows under my hips and told hubby him that after he fucked my slit this would be the night when his cock would enter my bottom for the first time.Of course his fucking was wonderful and his gorgeous cock made me feel as good as it always does. I just kept thinking, though, about how it would feel in my bottom so I wasn't going to wait. He spread around a lot of lube and made sure some went inside my back door. Everyone says use lots of lube but the problem became that everything was too slippery. Hubby nearly went back in my slit a couple of times which didn't make me too happy. It was just a lack of experience all round.So the next night we were back at it, this time with just a little lube for my hole and mostly my juices and his spit on his cock. I was so excited I was afraid I would spoil everything. I did my usual and made sure I was rubbing my clit like I had learned. I didn't want anything to go wrong or give hubby any excuse to stop, ever.I felt that now familiar pressure of a cock pressing against my backdoor. It was my hubby's cock this time and I was almost gagging for it. Again I felt the excitement of knowing what was about to happen to me.He followed my instructions and with a big push the head of hubby's cock was inside my sphincter. I groaned with passion as he began to stretch my hole. Of course I did, my darling hubby was about to fill my asshole with his wonderful hard cock. I had to remember he'd not had any experience or teaching so it was really important that I concentrated and made sure we both went slow.I coached hubby on how to work his length into my anus. It was sensational to feel his cock in my backdoor. By now I knew I loved the feeling of being filled and stretched and I wanted still more of him inside me. Each time hubby thrust in I made him add some more saliva. The great thing was that for some reason I never got that feeling of tearing. Maybe it was because hubby didn't need to use a condom. Or maybe I was even more excited because I knew this was the first time of many that his gorgeous cock would be going up my ass.Following my instructions hubby slowly filled and stretched my ass hole. Oh shit, I do love his cock so much. It is a wonderful thing and now, for the first time, I felt the thickness of him as he slowly shoved himself into my waiting asshole. He'd never felt so big before. Slowly I taught hubby how to fill and stretch my ass hole.That night we only got about half that wonderful cock into my hole. It felt so great to finally have him filling me up back there. Even with only half his cock I felt properly stretched and filled up. There was no orgasm for me that night but I'd made my hubby fuck my backdoor and had enjoyed every bit of it. I even got him to move back and forward a bit and try to fuck my hole. Hubby said that he really enjoyed it and I knew it was true. I was as happy as I could have been and so in love with my hubby and his cock.It was only a few nights later when we tried again and this time we got him all inside me. How exciting that was, let me tell you. This time he humped me slow but steady and I was moaning for him without even trying. The amazing feeling of having my hubby in my ass, plus some more rubbing of my clit, meant I got my first ever ass sex climax with hubby. It was slow and gentle but I still loved every minute of it and the amazing sensations I was getting. It was a special moment and afterwards I told him how much I loved him.Sodomy; it felt great. I still enjoyed playing with that word, turning it over and over in my mind, thinking how nasty and dirty I could be. I let my husband sodomize me. In fact I'd allowed myself to be sodomized by two men. I was already enjoying my new attitude to sex and being more adventurous.The next Saturday night we did it again and this time we both came. Mine still wasn't as powerful as Nick had given me but I didn't care about that at all. Besides, I was happy for us to keep practicing. I did love it, however, when hubby shot his seed inside me. It was a magic moment for me, as his wife. Plus I knew it meant he would keep wanting my ass hole after that. There was a bigger mess that night as he leaked out of me but we managed to make it to the shower in time, mostly.All of this, naturally, brought me to the moment of truth. I had pursued anal sex because I wanted to learn some new sexual pleasures and because I wanted our sex life to be more open. I had made a secret deal with myself and I had to go through with it. I would have felt really guilty if I'd not finally asked hubby what else he would be turned on by trying.I was a little surprised when hubby told me, after a lot of hesitation, that he wanted to try cumming on my face sometimes. Personally, I have never had much interest in that particular act and I've never really accepted that men want to do that. But there was no point being a coward or a hypocrite. I was his wife and I was after some new sexual experiences. Of course I told him I wanted him to do that to me.About a week after that I got the courage to tell hubby this was the night I wanted him to cum on my face. I sat on the side of the bed and gave him a long stroking and sucking of his gorgeous cock. I have always enjoyed having a man cum on my skin but I had never really wondered how it would feel to have it land on my face. It felt a little taboo and dirty and I reminded myself that that was the kind of fun I had been looking for.At the end hubby took over and I was surprised to see how excited and turned-on he was by it all. I watched him stroke his shaft until without any warning his seed was shooting out of his little hole and splashing onto my face. Hubby must have been extra excited because there seemed to be more of his seed than usual.To tell you the truth it didn't feel bad at all, except for one small bit that landed in the corner of my eye. But feeling his hot, fresh seed on my face actually was OK. He gave me such a big load and I was covered in his seed. I felt like a bit of a porn actor but it wasn't any worse than having him leaking from my ass. And I was happy enough that when he was done I took his cock into my mouth and licked and sucked him till he was nice and clean.The best part, the most rewarding part, was seeing the excitement in his eyes and hearing it in his voice. I am his wife and I love him and I felt great to have given him a really special treat. So, of course, we have done it many times since then. Sometimes I ask and sometimes he does. It feels better and more fun each time.Finally I got hubby to open up about other sexual things he wanted us to try. I got a massive shock when hubby mentioned he was interested in the idea of same room sex with other couples.I was the one who asked him if he meant wife swapping. So I guess I deserved it when hubby shocked me again and said that 'yes', he had been thinking about that too. Only if I was totally OK and willing of course.I could see the funny side of it all but suddenly I knew my plans had kind of backfired on me. Well, at least I realized I had created some kind of monster. I love my hubby so much and I suppose there was a little guilt about me having fucked with Nick. What could I do? I had told myself I wanted to give us both a more interesting and varied sex life. Hubby had made a suggestion and I had to say 'yes'.Now we are seriously thinking about a couple that we can swap with. Because of everything I did with Nick, I know I can do it and have sex with a stranger, even in front of hubby. I would love to feel the sensation of a different man fucking me again. I am only reluctant because I am worried that if I give up my hubby, with his gorgeous cock and all his fucking skills, the other woman will have a great night while I get humped by her dud of a husband.I confess it's not such a terrible or shocking idea really. After my experiences with Nick I am sure it will be fun.So far we've only gone as far as same room sex with two other couples. To be honest, I enjoyed the fact that they both stared at me as I fucked hubby. I had fun showing them what we could do as lovers and letting them see hubby's beautiful cock.The second couple got a bit complicated when the wife started coming-on to me the second time we played together. She had been up-front about being bi-sexual. I didn't mind that at all but her advances were unexpected and I was not really ready for that. It was a bit of a shame because I know both boys would have enjoyed it very much. Maybe another time I'll let hubby have that bit of fun, or maybe with a different woman who turns me on as well.In the meantime I am getting great anal sex at home on a regular basis. In fact, things are only getting better and better in that department. Hubby has become as good at fucking my ass as he is at all the other things we do in bed. I have even started giving him a few rim jobs as well, though hubby is sure he doesn't need any penetration in his back door.I red somewhere of a woman who said she enjoyed anal even more than having a cock in her slit. I am sure I'll never feel quite like that but it's also true that I will never get tired of ass fucking.At least once a week now I get into doggy position while hubby squeezes his big, hard cock into my tight little asshole. He enters me back there, going slow and gentle and letting me feel every tiny bit of his gorgeous cock. I always moan and rub my clit as I adjust to his big hard cock and savor the feeling of ass sex. I find that my nipples get so hard and I get an extra pleasure as they rub against the bedsheets. Having regular anal sex has made me even more horny and responsive than before.Then hubby takes control of me and he humps me hard and deep and I get to bury my face into the pillows, screaming out as I cum and cum and cum. When I'm done and I can't cum any more I always get the ultimate pleasure of feeling my wonderful hubby shoot his seed deep inside my bowels.I told you that I almost worship hubby's cock. To take him in my slit and now my ass makes me so happy and fulfilled. He feels so big back there that I can feel his size even better than in my slit. I am just as excited to know I that I can give him such a special sex treat. Anal sex is a dirty pleasure for me and it's even better to share it with the man I love.So you can see that my dream came true and I am so happy and relieved. I got the sexual variety I craved and I got to make my hubby so very happy as well. The hard thing was to find a lover to teach me. I don't think I'd ever have asked hubby to fuck my ass if I hadn't had that experience with Nick. Maybe other women would do it differently. But I still have no regrets about what I did to achieve my desire to turn my husband into a regular ass-fucker and to lust after my ass hole so much.That was not entirely the end of my little adventure with Nick. Despite having hubby taking me regularly in my ass, it was very hard to walk away from Nick's ass fucking technique. Plus Nick was so sweet and made my body feel so alive that I had to go back for more. Nick also taught me a few other sexual tricks before I finally drew a closure to our affair. I haven't tried any of those new tricks out with hubby yet. But in time I am sure I will.Oh, and my friend Louise wants to know all the details of everything I did with Nick. But I am making her wait as well.Based on a post by m jar65, for Literotica.

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From Lost In Eros – Book 1Don & Toshia wake up in strange circumstances. In 10 Parts By BradentonLarry.  Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.It wasn't an unusual dream for Don. He was chasing his best-friend and perpetual unrequited love interest Toshia through an ever shifting landscape of parking structures, Moroccan ruins and crowded shopping malls. This time there were no evil robots or monsters chasing them, only some kind of generally tag-like game they were playing. Ultimately, Don caught up to his elusive quarry. There was some nonsensical banter, and then the dream Toshia, who at that moment looked a lot like the actress Alyson Hannigan, grabbed Don's head and kissed him hard, almost painfully. This intense moment was followed by a chaotic flood of erotic sensations and images impossible to make sense of. This chaos gradually sorted itself out and Don was lying in bed watching Toshia undress. Toshia now looked like herself, fit and slim, with narrow hips and perfect small tits; honey brown hair, straight, falling to her shoulders in a tousled mess from the chase; pretty gamin face smiling at him mischievously. Don couldn't see her beautiful violet eyes in the darkness but he felt them dancing with playful wit. She slowly peeled herself out of the harlequin costume she was inexplicably wearing, and then, with supple grace and speed she slipped under the silk top sheet and snuggled up to Don, her back spooned against his front. She then promptly fell asleep.Of course, Don could not sleep, even in a dream, with Toshia's warm naked body pressed up against him. He could smell the floral scent of her hair, his hand could feel her tit pressed against his palm, and her feet were against the tops of his own. Not least, her firm ass was pushed back against his erection, which was rather insistent in its demand for attention. Don cautiously gave Toshia's tit a gentle squeeze, and then moved his hand to run up along her arm, which was crossed in front of her belly. He ran his hand down along the side of her body, caressing the curve of her hip. Raising his head, he kissed her round shoulder. His hand moved down to her upper thigh, as his lips moved slowly, lightly up her shoulder toward her neck. Reaching around a bit further, Don gently slipped his hand between her thighs. Toshia rolled back toward him a bit and parted her legs a little for him. His lips reached her neck, and he paused there, lingering, as he felt her moist sex with his questing fingers. Toshia pushed her behind back against him a bit, parted her legs a bit further, and let out a quiet sigh.And, that was when Don realized he was no longer dreaming. There was actually a naked woman lying up against him and responding to his touch. Moreover, he was sure it was actually Toshia. Confusion pushed itself to the forefront of his mind, shoving a loudly protesting arousal out of the way. Perhaps responding to a change in Don's caress, Toshia's body stiffened a little in his arms. Then she was twisting around and pulling away.“What the hell?!” she looked around in the dark, and then down at Don's own confused face. “Don?”“Yeah,” he croaked, appreciating for the first time that he had just been deeply asleep. In retrospect he would realize that he should here have taken the high ground, but Toshia got there first.“This isn't funny!” she exclaimed. “Where's Sarah?”“I'm not laughing, am I?” Don managed, “And I have no idea. How did you get in here?”“Me? What are you doing in my bed?”“Your bed?” Don frowned and then, for the first time since waking, looked at something other than Toshia. “Well, I don't have silk sheets, so it's not my bed, but is this really your bedroom?”He knew of course that this was not her bedroom, because this room was immense. The enormous four poster bed, which Don guessed must be about the size of four king-sized beds put together, was situated in the middle of the largest bedroom Don had ever seen in person. He imagined there must be palaces with bedrooms this big, but nothing that either Toshia or he could possibly afford to even rent. All about the room were small tables, and some bureaus with drawers, that had candles on them. The ceiling was at least fifteen feet overhead, and was paneled in the same dark wood as the walls.“Where the hell are we?” Toshia demanded.“Seriously, do you honestly think I have any idea?” Don asked.“Yeah, I guess not,” Toshia grudgingly admitted. “But still, what the hell is going on?”Don shrugged, and clambered over to the side of the bed and sat up, putting his feet down on the soft plush carpeting that covered the floor from wall to wall. He stood up and took a few steps toward the nearest bureau.“Yep, you're naked alright,” Toshia said from behind him.He looked back over his shoulder with a smile, to see her crawling across the bed to join him, and said, “I'm pretty sure you are too.”“Yeah, I noticed,” she scowled. “Do you see any clothes lying around?”“Not even a little,” Don admitted. “What's the matter? Bashful?”“Ha!” she laughed as she got out of the bed, and moved toward him. Don couldn't help but gape a bit at the sight of her body, which he was seeing naked for the first time. He was a little surprised that she looked pretty much as he had imagined, even down to the neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair. She frowned a little at his attention, and said, “I can see you're not bashful.”“Well, it's not like,  Oh!” he noticed that she was looking at the hard-on that was standing out proudly in front of him. Don laughed, “Well, what can I say? You're hot.”“It's not just that,” she said as she stepped ahead of him toward the bureau. “Don't think I didn't notice what you were up to when I woke up.”Deciding to change the subject, Don said, “I'm pretty sure these candles weren't lit a few minutes ago.”“You mean when you were groping me?” she scowled over her shoulder at him, catching him looking at her ass.“Um, yeah, then.”“Make it a habit of molesting any woman you wake up next to?”Don frowned for a second before saying, “Well, yeah. Should I be apologizing for that? Look, I was, at best, half-asleep. I stopped as soon as I realized I wasn't dreaming.”“You didn't take your hand away,” she observed with a wry smile.“You didn't give me a chance.”“Uh huh.”“Hey, you weren't exactly unresponsive,” Don pointed out.Toshia shook her head, and said, “Fine, we were asleep, and you didn't kidnap me and try to rape me.”“Exactly,” Don nodded. “But, really, did you need to throw ‘rape' into the conversation?”Toshia looked around the room angrily, “Well, somebody sure as hell is up to something like that. We've been kidnapped, stripped and put into bed together. This is either going to turn out very badly or we're the victims of some really elaborate and twisted practical joke.”“Yeah,” he nodded, “that does seem to be about the size of it.”“Now, let's see if we can find some clothes.” Toshia pulled the top drawer of the bureau open.“Well, we can't wear those,” Don observed.After what felt like a long moment, Toshia swallowed and said, “No, that one can be worn.”The black-felt-lined drawer had an interesting array of dildos of various types, colors and sizes lined up inside it. Toshia was right; the one furthest to the right was a strap-on.Toshia pushed the drawer closed emphatically, and then rather forcefully opened the next. This one held a variety of other sex toys, including a number of tubes of what were labeled as simply “LUBRICANT”.“What, no brand name?” Don wondered as he took one of the tubes to examine more closely.Toshia ignored him and opened the third and final drawer, only to find a number of whips, flogs and riding crops. She slammed this drawer shut angrily, and stormed off to the next bureau. Don trailed after her, still looking at the tube of LUBRICANT.“This really is weird,” he pointed out. “Not only is there no brand name, there's nothing else at all on this. No manufacturer, no ingredients list, no expiration date, no instructions or warnings. Nothing.”Toshia stopped, the handles to the next drawer in her hands, and looked slowly around the room. Don looked up, saw her, and also took a moment to look around the room. Almost simultaneously, they said, “No doors.”“This is less and less funny by the minute,” Toshia scowled. Opening the drawer in front of her, she snapped, “More fucking sex toys!”Don fought back the urge to point out that that was a bit redundant; Toshia was clearly in no mood for silly comments. Instead he said, “You know I really think what I said earlier about the candles was important.”“You really think they lit all by themselves when we woke up?” Toshia asked while continuing to open drawers in the dwindling hope of finding any kind of garment.Don, who thought their state of undress was the least of their troubles, stopped to look at one of the candlesticks more closely. He said, “Well, I had the distinct impression that it was very dark when I started ,  'groping' you. I'm certainly sure it wasn't this bright.”There seemed to be nothing unusual about the candle. He took the candle in hand and pulled it out of his holder. Tipping it to the side only resulted in a trickle of melted wax running onto the carpet. Don felt a pang of guilt for messing up someone's carpet, but quickly got over it. Whoever had abducted them, out of mischief or malice, deserved to have their carpet messed up, at the very least. He blew the candle out, and it stayed out. He put the candle back in place and it promptly glowed back to life.“Fucking hell,” he said. “Did you see that?”“Damn it, Don,” Toshia said from the other side of the room. “There's nothing but sex toys in this place. What the hell is going on?”“A couple of things come to mind. Probably the least alarming is some kind of Candid Camera thing,” Don suggested as he looked around a bit more carefully at the walls, peering into the dark corners.“Yeah! They must be watching us somehow,” Toshia began to glare at the walls, looking for any sign of a camera.Don picked up another candle and moved closer to the wall, working his way toward the corner. “The trouble is,” he said, “that if it's a webcam it could be extremely small, and if it's up near the ceiling we probably won't be able to find it. Of course, the video quality will suck, particularly at that distance.”“You've given this way too much thought, Don,” Toshia said from her side of the room, where she had taken a candle of her own and was examining the wall for lenses.“Not really; just now. The thing is that whoever did this went to a lot of trouble for a crappy video of us. I mean, look at this place. They must have piles of money; you'd think there'd be a big two-way mirror in here somewhere.”Toshia stopped and looked back at him, “Seriously, you're not helping.”Don shrugged, and then turned around to look at her. “I just thought of something else.”“What?” she asked, turning to see him.“I don't feel drugged at all.”“Me either,” she shrugged. “Oh, yeah. How did someone get us here, undressed and in bed together without drugging us? Or, at least one of us?”“Hey, you said you believed me!”Just at that moment, there was a kind of scraping sound from the direction of the bed. Tense from the strange circumstances of their predicament, both Don and Toshia turned quickly; in time to notice that one of the panels over the bed had slid open, and before three bodies tumbled out of the opening and onto the bed. This was all accompanied by at least a pair of high pitched shrieks and followed by a chorus of giggling laughter. An enthusiastic feminine voice said, “Look what you did!”Another said, “It wasn't me!”A third said, “Well, it wasn't me!”Three completely naked young women had fallen into their room, onto the enormous bed, without any obvious injury, and now were proceeding to boisterously tickle each other, in the apparent hope of soliciting a confession of some sort. Meanwhile, the panel over the bed slowly slid closed. Don and Toshia looked at each other with confused expressions. Don then Toshia blew out their respective candles and set them down on the closest bureau. Then, moving cautiously, as if afraid to draw the three new women's attention, they came together about twenty feet from the nearest side of the bed.“A psychology experiment of some kind?” Toshia suggested quietly.“A good one!” Don whispered with a grin.She jabbed him in the ribs with her elbow, and hissed, “Focus! We've been kidnapped, remember?”Before Don could respond, one of the three brawling young ladies caught sight of them and gave a delighted squeal. “Hello there!” she said, and then, “Look girls, we've got company!”There was a chorus of happy noises as the three bed crashers disentangled themselves and clambered for the edge of the bed. Don was surprised to feel Toshia's hand steal into his. He smiled a little as her fingers intertwined with his. He didn't think the three women coming toward them looked like sadistic cannibals, but this was a very weird situation, and he appreciated Toshia's concern. In any case, anything that made her hold his hand was a good thing in his book, at least as far as he was concerned at that moment.Don saw that the three girls before him seemed very young and were rather short. He had long ago given up guessing the ages of women in their late teens and early twenties, but he guessed that these three were in the former set. The fact that none of them had the slightest bit of pubic hair reinforced this impression. As to their height, Toshia was a couple of inches shorter than his own five foot eight, and none of these girls came up past her nose.“Hi there!” said a slender brunette with straight black hair that hung down the length of her supple back. She seemed completely comfortable with meeting two strangers in the nude. She made no effort to cover either her tiny rigid nipples or her bare nether region. She batted big brown eyes at both of them, and said, “You're new, aren't you?”“Um, yes, we're new,” Don said.“Oh! New playmates!” the other two girls exclaimed with delight in a somewhat off-putting unison.The brunette was looking both Don and Toshia over with blatant interest. She licked her lips, smiled and said, “Welcome! Introduce yourselves, girls.”At that moment, Don had to admit that the creepiness factor was a bit high, and feeling Toshia's hand squeezing his was reassuring.The buxom blonde took a step forward, and did a little curtsy, which was odd considering that she was stark naked. Her hair was very light and cut short, in kind of a pageboy. She had blue eyes and distractingly large tits. She smiled broadly and said “Hello, I'm Chastity.”“Chastity?” Don couldn't help asking. Then his innate sense of manners kicked in and he said, “Pleased to meet you.”The third girl, a leggy redhead, with long curly hair hanging down around her face and over her full, but reasonably medium-sized tits, leaned forward a bit. She flashed a warm smile and startling green eyes at them both and said, “I'm Modesty.”“Hello Modesty,” Don nodded.“And I'm Virginia,” said the thin brunette who seemed to be the trio's leader.“Of course you are,” Toshia said under her breath.If Virginia heard, she did not pay any attention. Instead she said, “And together they call us, ”“The Nymphets!” all three girls exclaimed together.Grinning at the absurdity of the situation, Don looked over at Toshia who was similarly amused. Shaking her head a couple of times to try to regain a straight face, Toshia said, “It's very nice to meet you girls. I'm Toshia and this is Ron. We were wondering if you might tell us where we are?”“You're right here,” Chastity laughed.“Yes, but besides that, where is here?”“This is a bedroom,” Modesty pointed out. She then slipped forward to stand next to Don. She put her a

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I help a female classmate with a ride to school and get surprising dividends.by senor longo. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories. Thursday, March 23, 1961.It was the days of doo-wop diners and drive-in movies. Poodle skirts and saddle shoes.My mom was having one of those “oops” babies; one of those pregnancies that come totally unplanned, which this definitely was. I'm Richard, 18 and a high school senior, and because Mom had to spend the next four months in bed, I was able to drive her car to school rather than take the school bus. After reaching the school and realizing that I was early I drove through some of the parallel streets behind it, looking for friends who were “walkers” who might want a ride.That's how I ran into Beverly; not literally, of course. She was walking one Thursday morning in late March as she always did when I approached, asking if she'd like a ride. Like me, Beverly was a senior, but we were polar opposites.I was tall and thin; actually skinny; well over six feet with a protruding Adam's apple that gave me a nickname ever since we had red the Washington Irving story, “The Legend of Sleepy Hollow,” way back in ninth grade English. Ever since then I'd had been called “Ichabod” due to my resemblance to the Disney character we had also seen on TV.In contrast, Beverly was short; barely five feet; and to be kind, I'd call her buxom. We were friendly acquaintances as were most of us in the senior class, but hardly close personal friends.Beverly accepted my offer of a ride, which was no surprise, but once in the car, she slid across the front seat of Mom's '58 Ford until she was practically in my lap. That was not only a surprise; it was actually shocking, but what would I do about it? It was chancy, I knew. There would be one of three results. I was pretty sure that she'd let me kiss her, but what would she do when I put her hand on my cock? First, she might just stroke it, and; if she did; I'd have it out and into her hand in a flash. Second, she could just pull her hand away. Finally, she could just haul off and slap me. I was praying for number one, obviously.I pulled over after about a quarter mile where I could tell that there was nobody to be seen, ahead or behind us, and on neither side, too. Once the engine was off, I leaned down and gave her a kiss. Her response was better than I had hoped. Her mouth opened and her tongue was pushed into mine in a flash. I wasted no time getting to the moment of truth. I had pulled my cock up so there was room for it to expand and harden. Using my left hand, I took her right and placed it on my organ. Yes! She began to stroke it firmly as she pressed her lips into mine forcefully and her tongue became even more active.My hands were busy with her blouse's buttons and soon I had her bra pushed up over her fleshy mounds. My hands massaged them as my fingers pinched and tweaked her nipples. Meanwhile, Beverly continued to rub my cock through my slacks. I stopped the massage momentarily so I could open my belt and slacks. Beverly's hands dug immediately into my briefs, pulling my cock and balls out and tucking the elastic band under my large swollen testicles.Now Beverly attacked my organ with surprising strength and energy. Her hands were moving swiftly as I began to feel it. “Beverly, if you keep that up, I'm going to make a terrific mess. I'm gonna cum all over the place.” I thought she might stop, but she continued as she quickly removed her lips from mine, wrapping them tightly around my glans, and just in time, because I blew mere seconds later. Beverly eagerly swallowed all of it; well, most of it, anyway. There were several drops on her cheeks and chin.Beverly was licking her lips when I grabbed my cock, pulling it with my tightly wrapped fist as I told Beverly, ”There's a bit more here, if you're interested.” Not surprisingly, she was. Every time I pulled a droplet from my hole, she was there to lick it, savoring the taste and texture in her mouth and on her tongue. Finally, I was done, so I wrapped myself up and returned to kissing her and tweaking her nipples.Once she was warmed up physically, I lifted her skirt and drove my fingers under her panties and into her cunt. “Oh, God, Richard. Do it! Fuck me with your fingers. That's it. Use another finger in me, please! Make me cum! Please! Make me cum!”Now I had two fingers in her and she was dripping wet. Any more, and her skirt would be ruined. Suddenly, she arched her back and her body rose from the seat. Her hands gripped my head as she kissed me frantically, her tongue driving deeply into my mouth, as she came with incredible force. Some thirty seconds later, she came to rest. Checking her watch, she told me, “I have just enough time to go home and change if you'll take me. Don't worry. My parents are away for a long weekend. Maybe you'd like to come by tonight and fuck me.”I started the car and turned around, following her directions to her house. She ran in, stripping out of her skirt as she ran. Less than five minutes later she was back in the car and we were on our way to school. “You probably think I'm an incredible slut.” I was just about to say “no” when she continued. “All I think about is sex. Fucking and sucking, over and over, is all I want to do. I don't care if you just use me for sex. That's what I want. I know we'll never date seriously. My parents will only allow me to date someone who is an Orthodox Jew, just like us. But I don't care if it's just this weekend. I want your cock, and I want it badly. Can you take me home after school today? I have two condoms, but we'll need more, lots more, if you want to do it tomorrow and Saturday.” What the hell! That sounded just fine to me.An entire weekend of unbridled sex! What an incredible find for a socially inept guy like myself. I'd never know the reason, but while I was always confident and outspoken in class, I was usually totally tongue-tied when it came to girls, or young women, whatever you might want to call them. I knew from locker room talk that several of my friends were sexually active. I wasn't so naïve that I believed all of the talk, but several of my classmates had some of the finest looking and hottest girls as their long-term girlfriends. They were all confident athletes, and, unlike the “big talkers” they rarely talked about their relationships with their girlfriends. I also knew that two brothers; no longer students; had married their girlfriends after knocking them up. They had all dropped out of school, a powerful statement about the depth of their stupidity.I told Beverly that I'd have to check with my mom; if she needed me to run any errands for her. If not, I'd be in her bed in a heartbeat. We parted once I had parked in the high school lot, heading for our lockers until lunch when all of the seniors would meet to eat and chat. I had often sat with girls as well as my guy friends, so nobody would be surprised to find Beverly and me at the same table. We were joined by two girls and one male; all top-drawer students like me. Oddly, all three girls were Jewish while the other male and I were Christians.Our table talk dealt mostly with academic issues; the upcoming Advanced Placement exams in English, Calculus, French, and Physics as well as the state exams in Physics and Advanced Algebra, which Beverly and one of the other girls were taking. Also, on our minds, was the Senior Prom, which was just two months away, for which I still didn't have a date. We all rose to leave, but Beverly and I lingered behind the others for a few seconds. “I phoned my mom and she doesn't need me at home so I told her I was going over to a friend's house to review some calculus issues. She just told me to be home by 5:30 so we'll have at least an hour and a half.”“That's great,” she whispered. I'll bet I can get you to cum at least twice and at least that many for me. I'll meet you at your car. Okay?” I agreed and, once I was sure we were the last to leave I pushed my hand up the back of her skirt and my fingers into her cunt. I fucked her with them for about thirty seconds until she shook as the spasms of a powerful orgasm ripped through her body. The timing was perfect as the cafeteria workers were coming to clean and sanitize the tables and chairs. The custodians would then place the chairs on the tables so they could clean and mop the large floor. As seniors, we had the final lunch period all to ourselves.I had a hard time concentrating on my afternoon classes, except Advanced French which usually required all of my attention. I had a big advantage over my fellow students, though. One of my neighbor's mother and grandmother were born in France as was his step-father who had actually fought for the French Resistance during World War 2. He didn't like to talk about it very often and I had often thought that was understandable. What kind of person would want to brag about killing, even in a major war?I had gone to my friend's house when he had moved in while we were both in fourth grade and recognized immediately that his parents were French. He attended a nearby parochial school at the time and since ninth grade he'd been at a regional Catholic high school even though he openly admitted that he was no great student. “I think they're only interested in my parents' money.” That was how he explained it. I could understand. His mom had a top-level job for a big French designer, supposedly a major force in creating high-end women's clothing. At least, that's what my mother and sisters had told me. His step-dad was an engineer; the kind who made roads and bridges.I had spoken French; real French; not like what I heard every day in class, with his mother and grandmother, improving my pronunciation, grammar, and accent. Surprisingly, and I'm sure to his mother's embarrassment, Mike had failed French 1 three consecutive years and couldn't speak it worth a damn. Many times, his Nana had suggested that I was really her grandson and that we had been switched at birth. I laughed at that because Mike was born locally while I was born in New Jersey. We lived now in Westchester County, just north of New York City.The afternoon dragged, exactly as I had expected, but eventually the final bell did sound and all of us hustled out of school. I did see my sister who was a sophomore and told her that I was going to visit a classmate and would be home in time for dinner. I did this fairly often, so it was hardly a big deal, although this afternoon definitely would be a big deal; hopefully, an extremely big deal.As planned, Beverly met me at my car and, once I had opened the driver's side door, she slid across, but only far enough for me to sit and close the door. She had my cock out and into her mouth before we were even off the school grounds. A few minutes later, as we approached her home, I asked if it was safe to park in her driveway. “Sure, none of our neighbors get home from work until well after five. It'll be dark by then.” Hell, if it was okay with her, it was fine by me. It wasn't my parents who would be bitching about a non-Jew visiting their daughter.Beverly had me as hard as a rock before I had even turned onto her block and she reluctantly pushed me back into my slacks so we could walk the short distance to her house. Once inside, we shed our clothes and I followed her at the run to her room where she pulled two condom packets from her drawer. She pulled me onto her bed as she opened one of the packets with her teeth before rolling it carefully down my hard, pulsing organ.Once it was in place, she climbed onto my body and slowly lowered herself onto my cock, sighing as her cunt was stretched and filled with my meat. Until this very second, I had been a virgin and I couldn't believe my luck. Neither of us would win any medals for beauty or sexiness. Her small tits bounced with my every thrust, as did her belly and ass, but I didn't care; not then and definitely not over the next few days. I'd have plenty of time to reflect on all of it once her parents returned from their trip.Beverly rode me hard for several minutes, begging me to pinch and twist her clit. Thank God for the Letters section of Playboy or I would have had no idea what she was talking about. Instead, I pulled and twisted her tender tissue until she screamed that she wanted me to use my nails on her. I did and she came; apparently quite hard and a second or two later, so did I. I'd actually lasted somewhat longer than anticipated. I owed Beverly for that, too. My orgasm this morning had taken the edge off and given me a bit more staying power.We lay next to each other, our arms and legs intertwined as we returned to normal. Beverly was kissing me as she removed the gooey filled condom. She had just wrapped it into a Kleenex when I asked, “So, where'd you get this experience? How did you become addicted to fucking and sucking and cum?”“You won't believe me when I tell you. It was sleep-away camp in the boonies of New Hampshire. I've always gone to this camp run by several synagogues in this area. Two summers ago, when I was just seventeen, I worked as a counselor-in-training and this past summer I was a regular counselor. There wasn't much to do at night so we explored each other. I turned eighteen last June, just before school was out. When I was seventeen, we talked about sex a lot, but never really did anything. Last summer though, I went wild. I must have sucked and fucked every counselor, and the three male cooks, too. They were all negroes and very well endowed. I could barely even walk the next morning. The cooks also taught me to suck cock and deep-throat. I love doing that. It's hard to believe that a totally conservative religion would turn out a total whore like me.”“I think that any boyfriend you have and your eventual husband will be an extremely happy and satisfied man.” Beverly smiled, then took me deeply into her mouth. I thought she said, “I hope so,” but it's hard to understand what someone is saying while their mouth is full of cock.We rested for a while then went at it again, this time in what she called “doggie.” Once I was lined up behind her, I understood fully the origins of the term. I especially enjoyed my freedom of movement and my ability to grab her flopping tits and twist her needy clit. I especially liked the way Beverly shook and screamed when she came in this position, and that was often. The first time I heard her I was terrified that I had hurt her in some way. However, I was totally inexperienced then. I was gaining experience at warp speed now thanks to Beverly.We were lying on her bed, recovering from our second session in the past hour when Beverly asked me an important question. “Richard, will you tell all of your friends about me when you get back to school tomorrow?”“No, Beverly. I'll remember this weekend for my entire life and I'll treasure what we have done, but what we do will remain between the two of us. Truthfully, I doubt that anyone would believe me, anyway. I know that we will be limited to just this weekend. But I wish I could find another woman even close to you.”“You know, sometimes wishes can come true. You do know that, don't you?“Sure, and then there's Santa and his elves and Rudolph and the other reindeer; or is it reindeers? I never get that one right.”“Richard, you know I'm Jewish. We don't believe in Christmas, well, not in the religious part. The gift giving part, well, that's another story.”“Don't you do that over Chanukah?”“Yeah, but that's a really minor religious holiday and, contrary to popular belief, we don't get presents on all eight nights. At most, it's the first and last, and I doubt we get any more than you get for Christmas.”“I knew that already. I do have some close Jewish friends, you know. Ricky and Alan, Larry, and Richie; and those are just the guys.”“I know, they're in school with us, and; speaking of school; I think I have my hand on my favorite student. He's becoming bigger and harder every time I stroke him. Soon, I think, he'll get his reward and I'll get mine, too. Yum!”“You know, Beverly, you're really funny.”“Oh no, Richard; there's nothing I take more seriously than a mouthful of semen. I just love the taste and the texture as it slides down my mouth and over my tongue. Even when I scoop it out of my cunt. Don't get me wrong. I liv for the orgasms, but there's nothing that compares to the taste. The best thing about taking it in my cunt is that first I get to cum and then I get to relive it all over again when I dip my fingers in and lick them off. It's like reliving the entire experience. Know what I mean?”“I don't, honestly, but I think I can understand how you feel because it's really special for me, too. I mean, I've jerked off plenty of times and I do love it, but cumming in you; your mouth or your cunt; is the best feeling I've ever had. I love it and I'd never tire of it. Too bad it has to end Saturday night.”“I've been thinking about that, Richard. I'll bet we can get together after school once or twice a week, if only we can find a place, like a dead-end street or some road with no houses or traffic.”“Hmm, maybe, but it can't be too long. I think your mom will get suspicious, or mine, although, ”“Damn! You're probably right, but we can still try. And speaking of trying.” And with that, my now hard cock slid into the depths of her mouth. Only the fact that I had cum less than an hour earlier prevented me from erupting like Vesuvius into her mouth and down her throat. Instead, she sucked me and sucked me. The sensations of her tongue and the roof of her mouth on my organ made me weak in my knees. I was lucky to be lying down or I surely would have fallen as blood rushed from my head into my cock.She shifted position without warning and moved her cunt over my rod so she could slowly slide down. In that moment I could really see the appeal, the euphoria she experienced when my hard man-meat stretched out the muscles in her cunt. I realized the extent of her sheer joy when I heard and saw her sigh in her rapture. Beverly's eyes were closed, but her mouth formed a perfect “O” as she first inhaled and then slowly exhaled. It was clear that she truly loved what she was doing. I thought it was pretty fucking amazing, too.Beverly obviously had a lot more experience than I did. Her motions alone proved that all too clearly. I doubted that she'd had much recently unless she was actively fucking guys from her synagogue, which I doubted because one of them would probably be here instead of me. That would mean that she had fucked and sucked and drank gallons of semen during our two-month summer vacation. How many times could she fuck during those sixty-one days? Sixty? Ninety? A hundred and twenty? Damn! Whatever, it was a shitload of sex! I doubted that even newlyweds had that much. One of them, at least, had to go to work and I knew from personal experience that the male partner had some physical limitations to deal with.Beverly had rocked on my cock for almost ten minutes when her back arched and she screamed at the top of her lungs. It was good timing, because I had been ready to pop for a couple of minutes and I doubted that I could hold back for even another second.She was off me in a flash as her fingers plunged into her cunt, scooping out as much of my crème as possible and plunging her creamy fingers into her hungry mouth. When she had finished with that, she took me into her mouth, not only cleaning my cock, but sucking as much as humanly possible from my wilting organ. When I checked the time, I saw it was already after five. I ran to her bathroom, grabbed a washcloth, and washed down my face and genital area until they were clean and free of the telltale odor of sex. I dressed hurriedly, kissed Beverly good-bye and bolted out the door, knowing that Beverly would have those hungry lips around my cock again tomorrow morning. I got home just before 5:30, just in time to help my sisters prepare the evening's dinner; pork chops. I chuckled at the irony of eating pork after sex with a woman who had likely never tasted the stuff.Friday, March 24, 1961.I drove into Beverly's driveway at 7:43 in the morning, giving us plenty of time before our 8:40 start time. I thought that we would have at least forty minutes for our fun and games before school would open so we could get to our lockers prior to homeroom.Beverly bounded out the door and down the steps just seconds later. She wasn't in the car even thirty seconds when she had my cock out, and in her mouth, licking and sucking as I sat stock still as my body experienced the closest thing to heaven I could possibly imagine. The sensations I experienced were incredible and it was obvious to me that Beverly was enjoying it every bit as much as I did. That was proved wrong when my cock exploded in her mouth and I could see the rapture in her eyes and face as she sucked down every single drop my balls produced. She smiled as she licked her lips. “Delicious, breakfast of champions; that's the way to start the day.”I laughed in response, then got serious. “What do you want to do tonight? Do you want a movie or bowling, or what?”“None of the above, Richard. I want to spend the entire time balling. That's a slang term for fucking, in case you didn't know, although we can spend some of our time with your cock in my mouth, if you want.”“Okay, I'll leave the agenda up to you. Oh, I have to take my sister to the supermarket this afternoon so I can't give you a ride home.”“That's okay, I've walked it plenty of times and we'll make up for it tonight, won't we?”“I certainly hope so,” I replied, a huge smile on my face.As big as that smile had been, it was nothing compared to the smile I had when Beverly opened her door that evening. I had two sisters, but to my knowledge they'd never worn anything like what Beverly was wearing. First of all, it was sheer; so sheer that I could see right through it. Her tits, nipples, navel, and cunt were clearly visible through the gauzy black fabric. On her feet she wore high-heeled slippers. Once she had closed and locked the door, she moved into my arms for a searing kiss, tongue moving deeply into my throat as she led my hand into her already dripping-wet cunt.Breaking the kiss, she moved back and looked up. “I hope you remembered to buy the condoms, lots and lots of condoms.”“Think a dozen will be enough,” I asked as my unoccupied hand dipped into my jacket pocket. Beverly laughed as she put the jacket onto the back of a chair before taking my hand and leading me, once again, to her bedroom. She started to disrobe me on the way so all I had on by the time we walked into the room were my socks. They were off seconds later.I was a bit shocked when the phone rang. I knew that Beverly's family was well off so I wasn't shocked that she had a phone in her room. “Be still and quiet. It's my parents, I'm sure.” She picked up the phone saying, “Hello.” A few seconds later she said, “Hi, Mom. How is the conference? Oh! Too bad. Yeah, I'm in bed reading some of my English assignment. It's one of Shakespeare's sonnets. Yes, it is boring. That's why I'm in bed. If I get tired, I'll just fall asleep and wake up tomorrow morning. Yes, everything is fine. One of my classmates found me while I was walking to school yesterday drove me and volunteered to drive me again this morning.” Then, after waiting a few seconds again, “Yes, I think you know him, Richard Kelly, the boy the kids all call, ‘Ichabod' because he resembles the Disney character. No, he's not insulted by the nickname. He thinks it's funny. Honest! I think he told me that his mother was expecting so he gets to take her car to school. Yes, I know he has one sister in tenth and I think there's another younger one.”Beverly was silent for several minutes so I assumed that her mother was speaking. That was confirmed when Beverly finally spoke again. “Okay, Mom, I'll expect you and Daddy sometime Sunday afternoon. Should I put something on to cook? Great, Chinese it is. I'll have the table set and ice cubes ready for soda to drink.” Then after another pause, “Yes, Mom, the house is all locked up and I have Mrs. Nathan's number right here in case of an emergency. Okay, I miss you, too. Bye.“Thank God that's done. My parents are jewelers and several times a year they go to sales conventions where there are lots of displays and even more lectures on how to market jewelry. I'm sure it's even more boring than it sounds.” Then she took my cock in hand and the evening's festivities began.I was expecting a marathon, but it was even more than I could have imagined. Beverly sucked me twice, swallowing everything I could give her, then she fucked me, dipping her fingers into her cunt so she could swallow even more. I thought she was done when she began to ride me in what she told me was reverse cowgirl. It was far from my favorite because I couldn't see anything that interested me, nor could I easily reach up and worry her tits and nipples. However, she seemed to like it and after the evening I'd had, I could afford a little generosity.We finished that bout around 10:30 and I relaxed on her pillow with Beverly lying on my body while she idly played with my cock. “You know what, Richard? I think I'm in love with your cock.”I had to laugh. “I think you'd be in love with any cock that could produce enough semen for you.”“There's some truth to that, but yours is just the right length and the perfect width for me. I just love the way you stretch me out when you enter me. A smaller and thinner one just doesn't do it for me and I've had quite a few like that. Everyone thinks that bigger is always better, but a cock that's too long will bang into my cervix on every stroke and that hurts like you wouldn't believe. Same with too thick; I've had a few like that, too. They feel good while we're fucking, but the next day I'm so sore that I can barely walk. Yours stretches me out and I know I've been fucked the next day, but I'm not in serious pain; just a little discomfort, which actually feels good. My cunt was just a little sore this morning and tomorrow it will be even more, but that just makes me want more. Think we can make a plaster cast of this?”“Talk about uncomfortable! Ouch! Say, think I could grab a quick shower before I leave tonight? I have to work tomorrow morning.”“Sure, but I'm not finished with you yet. I'm betting you have one more load in you tonight.” I groaned, but down deep I was thrilled to be so strongly and sexually desired. I lay with my head on her pillow, allowing Beverly to do all of the work. I wasn't surprised to take more than fifteen minutes to get hard enough to allow us to have a really good fuck, and that was exactly what we had. She rode me cowgirl, ramming her clit into my abdominals, for almost twenty minutes before I felt the rumbling. She had already cum three more times so she hopped off and spun around, bringing her mouth to my gooey cock. It went deep into her mouth just before I dribbled into her mouth and throat. I'd love to say that I erupted, but after tonight's marathon I felt I was lucky to dribble. There was a little semen that Beverly savored, rolling it over her tongue, swishing it back and forth in her mouth until she finally swallowed. “Okay, you can use the shower next door on the left.”“Sure, if I can actually walk that far. I think you've destroyed me.” She laughed and lightly slapped my ass as I struggled out of the room. The shower was quick, just a quick rinse to get the odor of sex off my body. Ten minutes later I was drying off when Beverly walked in carrying my clothes and shoes. I dressed in another five and kissed her good-bye, locking the door behind me when I left.I walked quietly into my home at 12:15 and I was in bed and asleep less than five minutes later. Beverly had done a great job of wearing me out. All the same, I was up at eight and eating breakfast with my family by 8:15. “How was the bowling, Richard? You got in pretty late, didn't you?”“Yeah, Mom; for some reason the lanes were very crowded. We had to wait for almost two hours for just one lane. Having five guys on one lane makes for very slow bowling. We only had time for two games, instead of our usual three. Tony finally called it quits. He has to go to work with his dad's construction company this morning. I think he had to be on the job at eight.”“Well, it's nice you have such good friends.”“Yeah, unfortunately all of that will change in a few months.”“That's progress, dear. We all grow older and meet new and different friends, although I still have a few from high school. Then again, I've lived in the same area for all of my life. You'll be going away to college, but I'm sure you'll make new friends. Anything on tap for tonight.”“Yeah, Mom. I don't know if you've ever met Beverly Vincman. I ran into her Thursday, I think, and offered her a ride to school and home again. I'm sure you red about the rapist in the area in the newspaper. I'd feel terrible if I could have given her a ride, but didn't and something happened to her. I told her I'd give her a ride both ways until the guy is caught.”“That's very sweet of you. I'm glad you're so considerate.”“Yeah, well, she invited me to a party with a small group of her friends tonight. I'll be sure to be home by twelve.”“I think you can make it one if you promise not to have anything to drink, and no kidding around with that horrible sense of humor you have.”I gave her a look that showed just how offended I was. “Moi?” I hadn't taken six years of French for nothing.Mom laughed and then told me, “Yes, you! And none of your fancy foreign languages. You know I took mostly sciences in high school and there's not much call for an RN to speak French around here. Now finish your breakfast and get your ass to work!” I was supposed to be there by nine and I was four minutes early.To be continued, by senor longo.

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After a world-wide disaster, new rules take effect.Based on a post by barnabus, in 2 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.Jolene was satisfied that she had done her duty. She lay the washcloth on the night stand. Without a word, she sat on the bed, removed her saddle shoes and bobby socks, then, naked, slid under the covers. Jim's erection was returning with a vengeance at the sight of this nude girl climbing into bed with him. Jim was ready, his arm extended to be beneath Jolene's head and around her shoulders. On her back, her breasts lost their definition, spreading and flattening. It had never occurred to Jim how much a good bra shapes and complements a woman's figure. Still, Jolene, the secret fantasy of every boy in school, had just climbed into his bed, and she had just given him her virginity. The streaks of blood he had found on his penis and thighs and Jolene's washcloth had confirmed that. He swelled with masculine pride knowing that he had been the man to pop Jolene's cherry! It was he, not her quarterback boyfriend, but he who had taken her virginity. He had hoped to fuck her today, but had only the faintest expectation that he might actually be her first! After all, she was beautiful and popular! Jim expected that Tom, her current boyfriend, or someone else would have claimed her maidenhead before today.The two talked for a while, saying little, but talking none the less.Finally, he boorishly put his hand on her breast. Jolene stiffened."They said we should do it several times to;"Jolene felt the tension in her stomach when she heard Jim's words. "I know," she replied.Jim was elated. Jolene had given him her virginity. She hadn't exactly fucked him;  rather, she lay there on the bed and unresponsively let him fuck her which was as much as he could realistically expect. Then, he watched as she had removed the rest of her clothing and returned to his bed, naked, to do it again. Can life get any better than this? Yes! he decided openly allowing his fantasies to progress to the next step. It would be better if she fucked him back! But that was an unrealistic fantasy. 'Nice girls' would never actively participate in sex. They might permit it, but they would never initiate it and certainly never become the aggressor or even actively participate themselves.Jolene was determined to do her duty, even though the experience might not be everything she had hoped for and the man was not the partner she would have chosen. Replenishing the world's population was more important than her own personal likes and dislikes.As crude and inexperienced as Jim was, he was also a very perceptive man. He knew that their initial encounter had not been very satisfactory for Jolene And, if possible, he wanted to rectify that.Softly, gently, his hand caressed her breast and body, slowly exploring every place he could reach, but always watching to see if she liked it. Jolene was tense and nervous, even frightened. The memory of the pain of her deflowerment was still fresh in her memory. But slowly, she began to relax beneath his tender touch. There was an itch forming deep inside her, a small but definite fire growing in her belly. Was this the beginnings of passion that Jim was stirring up in her?Still holding her breast, Jim leaned over and kissed Jolene He was unskilled at kissing, but the kiss was gentle and although she lay unresponsive, there was a stirring in her loins and gradually she began to return the kiss, bringing her hand up behind Jim's head. Unconsciously, her vaginal muscles quivered with expectancy.Jim kissed her nose, her cheekbones, her forehead, and gradually worked his way downward, grazing her perky nipples, momentarily sucking on them before his kisses worked their way downward. Again, she tensed nervously, knowing that he would be kissing her;  down there! He observed how she tensed up when he kissed the area below her soft stomach and closed in on her most intimate areas.As his kisses moved downward, the sheet moved with him, leaving her uncovered and exposed. Unconsciously, Jolene's hand covered her breasts, concealing them from view.With utmost care and tenderness, he kissed her fur-lined mound. As he continued kissing her pubis, he brought up his hand and barely inserted a single digit into her damp vagina ever so slightly penetrating her, but causing a spasm of shuddering from the blond cheerleader. Her long, slender legs separated, permitting better access to the finger and hand. His kisses continued, his shoulder moved between her knees and his tongue found her clitoris jolting a whimper from her.His finger moved very little, simply being a presence at the entrance of her womanhood while his darting tongue spurred her libido. The combination caused Jolene to rapidly become hot and bothered. She didn't love Jim. And she wasn't in love with him. So why was he generating this excitement, this thrill in her? It should be Tom touching her, not Jim!Soon, she was practically pumping her hips against his finger and tongue. Her breath was coming hard and fast, she raised her head looking down, momentarily distracted by her tingling, fully erect, nipples that were pointing straight up. Jim, who had moved his entire body between her thighs, looked up and she gave an embarrassed smile that looked both innocent and hungry at the same time. The agitation she felt from the magical effect his finger and tongue extended far beyond where they were actually touching, radiating throughout her pelvis, breasts and, indeed, her entire viscera.Overcome by stimulation, Jolene grabbed him by the hair and pulled his face upward so she could stop the maddening stimulus to her holy of holies. Her breasts flattened against his chest and her rock-hard nipples pressed into him as his weight settled on top of her, sandwiching her between his firm body and the mattress beneath her, but she didn't seem to mind. Their mouths met and Jolene could taste herself on his lips. She hesitated to kiss him.Jolene felt his penis at her opening. This time, he had found it without her help. He was erect and ready to penetrate her again. She was trembling with temptation and anticipation and she gasped as he moved between her velvet lips. She was more than ready for another union! Closing her eyes, she surrendered, relaxing her body and her vaginal muscles, and began to kiss him back. Still afraid, Jolene steeled herself as a delicious ache in her abdomen grew.It was like a soft electrical current running through her pelvis and up her spine! Once again, she froze, caught in the deep kiss she had instigated, yielding before the insidious pressure as he slowly entered her, at first, barely penetrating, but pushing in deeper with each very gentle thrust, proceeding slowly, one inch at a time. A tiny moan emerged into his mouth, smothered by her lips, as his penetration deepened.Jolene's well-lubricated vagina was still sore from the loss of her virginity, but there was almost no discomfort as he moved into her this time. The stimulation in her loins was growing as the kiss deepened. Her thighs presented no resistance as Jim slipped between them. Slowly, she shifted her hips until she felt Jim slip comfortably into her.Jim began a slow, rhythmic movement, filling her, then pulling out only to press into her again.(Jim was thankful he had found that book in the library that seriously talked about technique, and not simply flat out fucking. He was using some of the techniques mentioned in the book; and even with his lack of experience, he recognized Jolene's responses.)Jolene was surprised to find that her misgivings about joining in sexual intercourse with this geek were slowly eroding. He had said he was a virgin. So where had he learned to treat a woman like that? She realized that she was moving her hips in a steady rhythm matching the rhythm that Jim had established. Catching herself, she froze, but sensations she never thought possible were careening through her mind and body.When she realized that she was matching his rhythm a second time, she relaxed and let her body respond as it wanted to, moving her hips against his which allowed very real pleasures to overtake her. Her conscious kept reminding her what was 'right' and what she 'should' be doing. but this conflicted with her instinctive physical responses and her confusing emotions. Slowly, her body won out and Jolene began rocking her pelvis into Jim, acknowledging the feeling of having him inside of her, filling her, stimulating her desire. It was almost more than she could take.Jolene progressively became as fully aroused as she could imagine. Surrendering her ability to think clearly, the guilt she had felt having sex with a virtual stranger was replaced with anticipation and increased pleasure as her body became acclimated to being female and delighting in the joys of receiving physical love from this wonderful male. He had to be a wonderful man to make her feel like this.Jim grinned and pumped more urgently now, shifting forward, plunging his stiff cock deep into her tight, slick opening with each long, deliberate thrust. Jolene didn't even realize it when she started panting and making tiny animal noises. Jim stroked deeper, burying himself to the hilt inside her, each stroke making her moan softly. He felt his cock swelling inside the cheerleader, and his arousal caused him to become animal-like in his increasingly intense thrusting. He penetrated her deep and hard, driving her to loud moans of ecstasy.Jolene's response made Jim swell with male pride, and he pumped her even harder and faster. Fucking this beautiful cheerleader made him feel wonderful! The bed quaked with their passionate lovemaking as Jolene arched her back, whimpering and crying out while Jim pumped in piston-like rhythm. Slowly but surely, Jolene's once innocent and virtuous reserve was collapsing, and her once icy demeanor was melting away as her instinctive feminine needs were awakened by Jim's attentions and lovemaking. There was a satisfied look of euphoria and adoration on Jolene's face when Jim climaxed and once more she received his sperm inside of herChapter 4: Ah!Jolene had felt a strange excitement and frustration building within her. In many respects it reminded her of her first kiss. Or the emotions she felt when she first fell in love. She suspected it might be an orgasm building, but not yet achieved. But Jim had stopped before she could find out.She'd had sex twice now and hadn't received an orgasm. And how after three times she still had not had an orgasm, she was starting to wonder if something was wrong with her or if her girlfriends were just making stuff up. Maybe all of this stuff about orgasms was just stuff that people had made; Tiffany gasped and suddenly learned what all her girlfriends were talking about.Jolene had heard about orgasms, those mysterious, mystical experiences that older girls whispered about, but Jolene didn't know anyone who had experienced one. Nanette was her only close girlfriends who had 'gone all the way'. Several times, as a matter of fact, and with different boys. And Nanette had complained that once she slept with a boy, all he ever wanted to do was fuck! But Nanette also grumbled that she had never experienced an orgasm with a boy. And yet, this nerd, Jim, seemed to have Jolene teetering close to one. Then he came and he stopped. It was like Nanette had said: "when a boy's through, he's through!"Crudely speaking, Jolene had been given the assignment to fuck. And since Jim was her assigned 'mate', they were obviously going to continue fucking, at least for a while. Virtue and propriety were no longer considerations in Jolene's life, at least not in relationship to sex. And if she was going to fuck, Jolene wanted to orgasm, too! She deserved an orgasm! She wasn't going to be cheated out of an orgasm just because some man didn't make the effort. She was entitled to her orgasm! Why didn't he know how to give it to her?But she knew that was silly. If she didn't know how to achieve an orgasm, why should Jim know how to give her an orgasm. He had said that he was a virgin too, so how would he know?When his softening member slipped out of her, Jolene impatiently tried to urge Jim to make love to her again. She actually wanted to experience an orgasm and find out what it was really all about. But Jim became agitated and complained that he needed time to 'recharge', whatever that meant. When she grasped his manhood and tried squeezing and pulling, she was surprised that there was no response. Jim explained that it took a man a period of time before he could regain an erection."How long?" she demanded. Jim didn't know.Petulant, Jolene lay back to wait. Strangely, she had never even though about orgasming when she had been with Tom in the back seat of his Jeep.Jim was somewhat shocked by the 'new Jolene'. This was not the prim and proper Jolene he had seen at school for years. It was not the shy and submissive Jolene of his fantasies. Still, he had wanted Jolene to fuck him back. And that was exactly what she had done. Now she showed every inclination to actively fuck him without reservation. So, why not?He had also been surprised when she pouted and pulled away whenever she didn't get what she wanted or whenever things didn't work out the way she wanted. He had never seen this side of her before, and it wasn't very attractive.But Jim was young and virile, so it wasn't long before he began growing larger and harder in her hand.Jolene felt it first. Then her eyes were drawn to that shaft in her hand that was slowly, much too slowly, rising."Now?" she asked, almost eagerly. "Again?"Without prompting, she spread her knees wide and licked her full red lips as Jim crawled between her legs. Jim was afraid of this new Jolene: would he be good enough for her? It was one thing to simply stick his cock in a girl's pussy and shoot his wad. The responsibility of doing whatever was necessary to please her was intimidating and scary as hell.Jolene, with heart hammering, still holding is penis in her hand, guided him straight to her womanhood where he paused, savoring the moment, but also dreading it.Not knowing what to do, he decided to try every option he could remember from the book. It was frightening, and a tremendous responsibility. And it would be much more work than fun.Jim started by sucking and gnawing on her neck. Jolene rolled her head from side to side and sobbed. He bit her earlobe, unfortunately much too hard, and she cried out. It hurt her, but it excited her also and she didn't want to do anything to interfere with the excitement.Jim nibbled and kissed his way down until he found a nipple. Jolene moaned when he sucked hard, almost filling his mouth with her breast. Lustful pleasure transfused her as her breast distended, reforming itself to the contours of his mouth. She was twisting and turning beneath him, but she made no attempt to escape him. Desire was burning inside of her, her womanhood yearned for sex. The pure, prim and proper Jolene, the captain of the cheer leading team, was aching to be fucked!Jim moved from one breast to the other, sucking her nipples, making them harden with each intake into his mouth. Then, her senses crashed through the ceiling as, unexpectedly, he slipped a single finger barely into her pussy. Unbidden, Jolene's juices poured into his hand and Jolene started panting at his unexpected, but intensely erotic intrusion.Still holding his penis, she pulled him toward her. The teasing finger disappeared and she felt something large and rubbery separate her feminine folds.She began to stroke his shaft and held her breath as he mounted her. She was utterly helpless and vulnerable as his weight settled on top of her. Then she gave a squeal of sexual excitement and lust as the now familiar cock moved into her already hot pussy She gave a gasp, then sobbed as he moved deeper, stretching her wider than she could have imagined. Gasping, Jolene was filled like she never imagined she would be filled.For a minute, she kept her hand between them, feeling his penis as it moved into and out of her, receiving the double sensation of feeling with her hand what her body was experiencing.She removed her hand and clutched him to her pressing her soft mountains of flesh into his chest and he buried his cock to the hilt.From his first entry, her body responded. Jolene whimpered as his penis began to repeatedly press into her increasingly hot body. She responded to every thrust. His thrusts became stronger, more masterful, building a sexual heat within her beyond anything she could ever have imagined. Waves of pleasure made her back arch and she sighed in sheer delight!This was the road to orgasm. Jolene was getting what she wanted. Why, then, was she so surprised that she was receiving it? Smiling, she let her head lie back 'Savor it,' she told herself. 'Don't analyze it! Let it go. Enjoy it! Let it go!'Jim was desperately trying to read her responses, trying to observe what pleased her, what satisfied her. He had cum twice. He wanted to give her the same satisfaction that he had enjoyed.He watched her beautiful face and grinned when he saw her smile and heard her sighing in sexual bliss.Jolene's luscious body was building on the arousal of their last attempt at lovemaking. She suspected the orgasm that she wanted so much was coming. "I can't believe what your cock is doing to me," she gasped out, and immediately she felt Jim's manhood harden even more as she uttered the 'dirty words'.Her hips were thrusting into his as hard as he was thrusting into her. She was giving Jim the ride of his life! the book had told Jim. Having left behind her initial virginal reluctance and reserve Jolene throw herself into the act of love with wild abandon. She had no reservations this time and she actively joined in. Arching her back, she pressed her breasts into Jim's hands when he fondled her. His lips on her nipples sent the most wonderful sensations throughout her entire body. She was so intent on seeking her orgasm that she no longer cared who she was with. Her pleasure increased as she totally accepted Jim as her mate. Remembering what she had done earlier and what had excited her, Jolene ventured further into unexplored territory. She used every thrust as an experiment to try to find how she could to shift her body to achieve more stimulation. Every time he thrust into her, she responded, moving her hips, trying to position them so that, selfishly, she would receive the greatest stimulation.Jim, having the gratification of already fucking Jolene twice, concentrated on the lessons he had learned in that book, paying constant attention to her, listening to her responses, observing what she did, doing whatever he sensed pleased her.Panting hard, Jolene immersed herself in the warm excitement washing through her. It was more intense than anything she had ever experienced and Jolene's libido exploded to unbelievable proportions. Jim was doing new and wonderful things to her. Her sexual energy was sizzling and she was squirming and tingling in all the right places!Poor Jim struggled to keep up with Jolene's incredibly self-absorbed efforts. It was only Jim's youthful stamina that gave him the energy, and the fact that he had already climaxed twice that gave him the 'staying power' to meet Jolene's demands, working with her as she frantically pursued the much desired orgasm.Jolene barely heard the sensual words he whispered in her ear, lost in her own storm of sexual heat and lust. Her whole body ached as his cock drove her toward orgasm. She closed her eyes.He clutched her breasts, rolling her nipples between his fingers as he pressed deeply into her womanhood: The womanhood that felt like a vice of soft flesh clamped around him.And suddenly, without warning, Jim's golden haired mate thrashed and screamed as the tingling in her breasts turned into the illusive orgasm, claiming her, convulsing through her enthusiastic body. Jolene's face transformed into an expression of euphoria and adoration. She latched her heels behind his knees, to pull her pubis against his. Her fingers clawed at his back as she arched her spine and screeched with pleasure. Engulfed in an ultimate will-breaking orgasm, Jolene felt nothing but hunger and lust, pleasure and debauchery. She came over and over, screaming and sobbing in lust filled paroxysms that couldn't possibly be reality. She thrust over and over onto the cock that had made her cum.The huge orgasm shook her soft body and Jolene wailed. Arching into him, she screamed as her orgasmic spasms continued.Jim pounded all the harder, wanting to make her climax again, even though his own cock was ready to explode. Filled with his own lust, he grabbed her hips so that he could drive into her even more powerfully."Yes!" Jim yelled and he came with a loud howl. He shot his load deep into her. They were both bucking and twisting in erotic pleasure.Jolene felt his cum filling her and she screamed as yet another gigantic climax claimed her. Stars and fireworks exploded as her body pulsed and spasmed.Completely energized by Jolene's display of wanton passion, Jim pumped yet another load of milky semen deep into her, his climax overlapped hers. Her muscles tightened, milking him. And an unexpected, delicious feeling sweep over Jim.Finally, the wonderful, mutual climax ran its course and both teens slumped into the bed. Jolene, panting and sobbing, lay there quivering and helpless. There was nothing clear in her mind except that never before had she experienced more pleasure and satisfaction.Jim rolled to the side, relieving her of his weight but still holding her tightly, and listened to her pants and sobs. Ever so gently, he caressed her sweaty body.Jolene smiled, her eyes focused on infinity. She was filled with a profound sense of satisfaction.The two lovers lay entwined, sweating, puffing and pantingJim felt secret delight in his blatant corruption of the captain of the cheer leading squad. His wish had been simply to fuck Jolene this afternoon. The fact that she had become so passionately aggressive exponentially increased the intense pleasure he was already enjoying. And with the eagerness she had displayed, combined with his youth and stamina, he suspected he probably could fuck her at least two or three more times more this afternoon before hitting his limit.As they both came down from their post coital highs, Jolene was frightened by the wanton libido and passion that had been released within her. Her passion was burning so hot that she was afraid of where it might lead. She didn't kn

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In this episode of the Nourish Your Nervous System series, Lindsey Lockett dives into one of the most essential yet misunderstood aspects of nervous system healing: emotional nourishment. Many of us have been conditioned to judge, suppress, or intellectualize our emotions rather than fully feeling and embodying them. But true healing requires a shift from avoidance to presence, from judgment to curiosity. Join Lindsey as she unpacks why emotions are not the problem, how childhood trauma conditions us to suppress our authentic feelings, and why embracing the full spectrum of emotions—without labeling them as "good" or "bad"—is critical to nervous system regulation. Resources & Links:

WTF IS AFM?—Feeld is a dating app “for the curious” and its users are an adventurous, thoughtful bunch. And Feeld is also a tech company that happens to be led by thoughtful long-term types who see the value in print as a cornerstone for their community of customers. Enter A Fucking Magazine.Led by editors Maria Dimitrova and Haley Mlotek, AFM is a cultural magazine about sex that is also not about sex. Maybe it's about everything. Or maybe my old lit prof in college was right and everything really is about sex. The first issue of the magazine is out and it demands attention because it is beautiful and smart and literate. And also because it feels like something new.Discussions about AFM also lead to discussions about custom publishing: There is no hiding Feeld in the pages of AFM. All of the money behind the magazine is from Feeld, and half the contributors are also users of the app. Customers, in other words.As someone who came out of the custom world, I have long said the best custom media were the products of brands that were confident and forward thinking; when a brand saw itself more as patron and less as custodian. Meaning they didn't get overly involved.Luckily, the higher ups at Feeld are relatively hands off, and allow Maria and Haley to do their thing. Which is very fucking smart.—This episode is made possible by our friends at Freeport Press. Print Is Dead (Long Live Print!) is a production of Magazeum LLC ©2021–2025

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This week's pick has been on our Matty Lilly Birthday Episode Wish List for years — and now it's finally time for Scooby-Doo (2002) to have its day on Spooky Island. A live-action flick with an iconic cast that brings one of television's most famous cartoons to the big screen, this movie went through about a million different tweaks and rewrites before it finally made its debut. Not only was it toned down from an R-rated adult comedy to a PG that still managed to be pretty provocative (or, as Scoob might say, ruhrohcative), it also got a lot less gay. Not totally no gay, though — and given that it's got a full, feature-length, starring-role dose of Matthew Lillard, we're pretty sure this is going to be one of our most special installments of Spooky Tuesday so far. References:https://www.indiewire.com/features/commentary/how-2002-scooby-doo-movie-raised-entire-generation-bisexuals-1235037327/https://www.indiewire.com/features/general/james-gunn-studio-rejected-velma-gay-scooby-doo-1234572972/https://screenrant.com/scooby-doo-r-rated-cut-deleted-scenes-details/https://www.tiktok.com/@fredagainagain/video/7194934369138543878?_r=1&_t=ZT-8t7jKlKPg1mhttps://people.com/tv/sarah-michelle-gellar-freddie-prinze-jr-relationship-timeline/Historical Evidence that Velma is LESBIAN!!!!https://www.reddit.com/r/Scoobydoo/comments/1emrega/its_unlikely_anyone_expected_scooby_to_bring_up/Deleted Scenes: https://youtu.be/dIgLWY7fF24?si=Uw37tNhBMP3FjPyAThe Many Loves of Dobie Gillis: https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0052490/?ref_=tt_mv_close