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Chapter 3: Stephanie's mom gets down and Tim fucks up.By LiminallySpaced. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.A little while back, on one of the warmer days that pop up in the early spring, I had gone out for a run. I liked running. It was a great way to clear my head of all the usual junk that weighs heavily on the mind of a high school senior. It was also the only other method of stress relief that worked besides jerking off, which on that day I had made a conscious attempt not to do.Running didn't stop my mind from still casually wandering in a more hormone-inspired direction, however. I thought about the color of lip gloss Suzie Travino wore to school the other day, and how hot it was that those same lips came so close to sucking on my friend Tara's cunt. As straight-laced and book minded as they come, the thought that even the class valedictorian was no match for Tara's dark eyes and oozing sexuality was very arousing. It was even more arousing to wonder whether Suzie's boyfriend Mike knew his girlfriend might be a "two sport athlete."Mostly, though, my dirty mind wandered to Sarah, the gorgeous redhead who lived next door, and who was the object of all of my strongest unrequited affection. I had considered asking her to prom, but seeing as we hardly knew each other, I assumed it was a long shot at best. Still, seeing her in a form fitting prom dress, fiery hair done up, perfect breasts held high by colorful fabric, flawless lipstick accenting her luminescent smile, would be a highlight, whether she was there with me, or with someone else. I thought about who that someone else might be, and whether he might be lucky enough to see her prom dress bunched up on his floor, or feel her perfectly painted lips slide up and down his cock.Tired and sweaty, I returned home to find my front door locked. I patted myself down, but in my haste to get out the door, I had once again forgotten my keys. Looking out to the street I saw that Sandy and Don's car was parked in its usual spot, so I decided to make my way up to their unit.Knocking once, there was no answer. I tried the handle, and found it was locked as well. Normally I would have just found somewhere else to go, but my legs were aching, I desperately needed a glass of water, and they had given me an open invitation to their home, whether or not they were there. That was enough justification for my sweaty, over-exerted brain, so I grabbed the key under the mat and went in.The house was quiet. I knew Stephanie would be at work, and I assumed Sandy and Don had taken their other car out together. The front door opened into the kitchen, so I wandered toward the sink in search of water. Grabbing a pint glass, I held it under the faucet, my hand on the knob, but just before I turned it, my ears perked up as a long moan floated down the hallway. A deep moan. A man's moan. I froze.Another deep moan, longer this time.Glass still in hand, I moved silent toward the doorway that led to the hall, and paused. Another moan, punctuated with a long, drawn out "Fuck," followed closely by a smokey, feminine voice asking "yeah, does that feel good?"That was definitely Sandy's voice.I could have left. I SHOULD have left. I should have quietly left them to their privacy and waited outside for Kelly to come home and let me in. That's what a rational mind would do. I, however, was not thinking rationally. Between my post-run exhaustion and the growing tightness in my shorts, my voyeuristic, animal brain took over, and I slowly, quietly started my way down the hallway toward the sound, cock first.The moans continued as I moved silently through the darkened hallway, my body vibrating at the forbidden thrill of what I was doing. Sandy's encouraging dirty talk continued guiding me toward the living room entryway."Umm yeah, you like that, don't you?" she cooed. A long masculine moan answered. My gaze rounded the slight corner of the entryway, falling into the living room. I stopped dead in my tracks. My awkward angle caused the majority of the scene to be obscured, but what I could see were bare legs, a man's legs, splayed out from the edge of a comfortable easy chair.Between those legs knelt Sandy.Her blonde hair done up in a messy bun that reminded me of Stephanie, Sandy knelt on a pillow, wearing nothing but a black G-string. Her hands were slowly running up and down the considerable length of a thick, hard cock. Glistening and wet, she treated this cock like it was a work of art, cooing as her hands explored every ridge and bump, periodically encouraging a sudden throb followed by a pleasurable grunt. As the work of her gliding hands drew out another deep, prolonged moan of pleasure, a big, warm smile formed on her lips. The same big, warm smile I had seen countless times at neighborhood cookouts, or hanging out in the kitchen with my step mom Kelly. Her lips formed that smile, and then opened wide as she lowered her head, taking the bulbous tip of the glistening cock into her mouth. He gasped. She moaned.Eyes closed as she savored the feeling of this big, thick piece of meat in her mouth, her head started to bob up and down in time with her stroking hands. They moved slowly, as one, twisting and sucking, accenting the pattern with a slight slurping sound whenever she reached the tip. Masculine moans mixed with the higher-pitched moans of her equal pleasure. It was quite clear that Sandy, the friendly housewife, genuinely loved to suck cock. My own cock was hard and desperate for release as it throbbed against the confines of my tight athletic shorts.Her mouth came off the end of his cock with a pop, and she smiled at him while still stroking. Then, removing her hands, she squeezed both of his big balls gently, and took the entire length of cock right down her throat. I almost audibly gasped, but I stopped myself. My hand drifted down and squeezed my full balls.A loud masculine moan, and a long "Fuck me!" followed as she slid back up to the tip, rolling her tongue around the head, then sinking the big cock all the way down her throat a second, third, fourth, fifth time.This was an intensely intimate experience between two adults. I knew I did not belong there, but I was completely entranced. Of course Sandy was a sexual person, she and Don had a very flirtatious relationship full of ass pinches and P D A, but my whole being was transfixed by the knowledge that this sweet woman could deepthroat a cock like a pro. I should have left, but instead I stayed, and continued rubbing my hard dick through my shorts.In my time as a horned-up virgin, I had spent many, many hours masturbating, becoming fluent in all manner of pornography. As anyone does, I developed my own fetishes and preferences for the kinds of acts and images that really got me going. After discovering a love for large, natural breasts and oral sex videos, I surprised myself the night an extra intense orgasm revealed to me an intense preference for cumshots and facials. The one act that was an absolute favorite of mine, however, was one that combined all of my fairly vanilla fetishes into one: when a woman would wrap her luscious breasts around a hard, wet cock, and fuck it with her tight cleavage until the inevitable white eruption.This is why I didn't leave. Because after a final, long sheathing with her throat that left that large cock coated in thick saliva still stringing to her lip, Sandy rose up higher, leaned in, and with a broad, lusty smile squeezed her buoyant tits around that cock, and started to slowly slide them up and down. This is why, watching my upstairs neighbor, the organizer of the soccer team bake sale, fuck this long, throbbing cock between her heavy mature tits, I reached into my pants, released my own cock, and started stroking along in time.Sandy was moaning with every hot stroke. A smile on her face, she kept eye contact with her obscured partner as her body writhed up and down, milking this cock closer and closer toward orgasm. She cooed when the fat, straining head would peek out through her cleavage on the down stroke, and occasionally she would dip her tongue down and lick it, smiling that lusty smile every time. Don was a lucky man.The masculine moans were getting longer and louder. Those legs she knelt between started to twitch and stretch. Sandy picked up her pace. So did I. I was awash with forbidden eroticism, not only in what I was witnessing, but in the danger inherent in what I was doing. I should stop. Now.All reason left my mind as they reached a fever pitch, both breaths growing rabid and wanton. He was close. So was I.It was then that he suddenly pushed Sandy back and stood up, his cock proud and dominant, reaching toward her gasping face. She sank back on her heels and looked up at him. I followed her eyes up, and internally gasped myself as I saw the face of the man standing over her, a man who was most definitely not her husband Don!With one of her hands caressing his swollen balls while the other milked his straining cock, Sandy tipped her head back. She started furiously stroking, and the mystery man began grunting and shaking, all the while Sandy whispered erotic words of encouragement."That's it, cum for me,” My pace increased, my heart a jackhammer in my chest and in my cock.“ give it to me, give me your load,” The man reached his boiling point, and put his free hand on the side of her head to steady himself. The hand on his cock was a blur, and a long, drawn out moan snaked out of his throat just as Sandy gave one final instruction: "Cum for me."Eyes still locked onto his, she opened her mouth wide as the first jet of hot love careened out of his pulsing cockhead, drawing a long, white slash from her chin to her hairline.Her open mouth smiled and she squealed in excitement as two, three, four, five, thick ropes of cum splattered recklessly into her mouth and onto her lips and chin.Remembering the pint glass in my hand, I quickly placed it over the head of my screaming prick as the sight of Sandy dripping in cum triggered my own orgasm. Pleasure surged through me as I painted the inside of the glass, desperately trying to stay silent as I throbbed through one of the most intense orgasms of my life.I looked back at the semen-splattered Sandy, thick strands dripping off her chin onto the swell of her fantastic breasts. She closed her cum-filled mouth, and I saw her throat pulse as she swallowed. She then took his still spasming cock into her mouth and lovingly sucked him clean as his breathing began its trek back to normalcy.I too was coming down, and in a haze I took one final look at this gorgeous, love-stained creature, so satisfied with a job well done.I froze as I heard a third voice."Oh my God, baby, that was so fucking hot" bellowed out from a place in the room I couldn't see. Then, stepping into my eye line was Don, her husband! He was just as naked as the others, his own generously-sized cock fresh and erect. In his hands was a video camera.He took his time recording the scene, stroking himself slowly, with Sandy making sure to show off her glistening face and assets for his lens. Then he passed off filming duties to the mystery man and placed his hands lovingly on her head. Her hands ran up and down his legs, electric with lust, and they both moaned as he slid his cock between her still-cum-covered lips and began slowly thrusting.In an abrupt moment of post-nut clarity, I realized I needed to get out of there now. Quietly, but quickly, I shuffled my way back down the hallway, through the kitchen, and out the front door, making sure it was locked as I left. Hustling my way outside I took a moment to reflect on what I had just seen. Not only was Stephanie's mom Sandy, the unassuming housewife, a skilled and passionate cocksucker and a total fiend for cum, but she and her husband Don seemed to be extremely open with their sex life, including a third person, as well as recording highly explicit pornographic video of the event.I shouldn't know this. No one should know this. I wanted to see those videos. What other depraved things did Don and Sandy get up to behind closed doors? No, it wasn't my business. It was no one's business!I looked down at the pint glass still in my hand, the bottom third frosted with the pearly memories of what I had witnessed.My cock twitched.That first study session with Stephanie was tough. The subject wasn't the problem, that was no sweat, it was just that I was having a hard time focusing. We were sitting in the very living room where I watched her mom throat some stranger's huge cock, and every time she smiled or addressed me, all I could picture was her on her knees, huge tits out, her smiling face drenched in jizz. It was distracting, to say the least.Citing my allergy to cats as an excuse, I asked if there was another room we might be able to work in. After a short thought, Stephanie smiled wryly and said "follow me. But don't get any ideas."We entered her bedroom.Her room was decorated in the usual contradictions of a college-aged girl living in the home she grew up in. Philosophy text book here, old teeny bopper magazine there, etc. I scanned the room, my eyes landing on her bed right as Stephanie quickly shut the drawer of the bedside table.That bed. Sheets unmade and wild, I imagined her kicking them into a frenzy as her legs flailed from one of the many orgasms I've heard slip down through the cracks in her floor and into my bedroom down below. And what was in that drawer that she needed to shut so quickly?"Trying to hide your vibrator?" I said, seeing an opening to strike and taking it.She snorted a bit incredulously, but I swore I saw some color rush into her cheeks. "You wish, perv," she said, finally.Though her bedroom provided its own unique set of distractions we managed to get work done. We worked well together, and it began a trend where three times a week we'd meet in her room to study. The more time we spent together, the more her guard came down, and we actually got to know each other as people. Our sessions seemed to get longer, with more and more time spent just hanging out together.Don't get me wrong, every now and then, when Stephanie was getting bored with the material, she'd drop a bra strap, or reach over to get something in a way that made her perfect, athletic ass rise like Kilimanjaro over the Serengeti just to fuck with me, but generally we had a good time. Dare I say we were becoming friends.In the following weeks, Tara continued her words of caution, and almost shit her pants when I told her why I was so distracted that first time. She was very interested in the details, especially those of Don's cock, and was effusive in her appreciation for Sandy's sexual confidence. I knew it was turning her on, and I knew she'd be enjoying that one-two-three, one-two-three vibration pattern later that night while thinking about it.Rachel and I still talked, but I'd be lying if I said I was thinking about her that often. I knew her prom was coming up, occurring a few weeks before my prom, and honestly I was dreading it. Despite the thought of seeing those massive mammaries of hers in a slinky prom dress, I wasn't expecting to have much fun at a prom where I would know exactly zero other people. I thought about that same feeling for Stephanie as my prom date, and just hoped that our new found friendship would be enough to help her enjoy the night.As time passed, I started to feel bad about our arrangement. It was a request made as a power play, and now that I had gotten to know her I felt bad that I was exploiting her. At the same time, however, I was desperate to see her lithe, tanned body move hypnotically on the dance floor, to put my hands on her hips as we slow danced. I felt bad, but these thoughts of Stephanie still occupied my fantasies as I stroked myself off at night, especially the nights when I'd get home from a study session, only to hear those moans, and that short-short-long cry of release trickle down into my room as the night grew longer. What can I say: I was a teenage boy; full of hormonal contradictions.Our final study session arrived, and we both knew Stephanie was ready. Her test was that coming Friday, the same day as Rachel's prom, and so after our final run through of the material, we decided to have a bit of a celebration. Her parents were gone for the evening, so out came the glasses, and along with it the booze. We were nice and relaxed, sitting on opposite ends of the living room couch, and as we got comfortably buzzed, our conversation began to get more revealing. The booze had put me in a mood, and she got a good chuckle listening to me moan about having to go to Rachel's prom."You know, I don't get you, TImmy," She remarked, stretching out her long legs towards me on the couch. She was wearing those loose-fitting short shorts, and they bunched up around her crotch, so I could see every inch of those drool-worthy stems. The way they gleamed in the light implied they were freshly shaved and moisturized. They were a work of art."Oh?" I asked."Yeah," she said, wiggling the toes on her sock-covered feet, "you've got a date; you've got Two dates; and you're still acting like you're the last single person on the planet.""Yeah two dates; single-evening dates; one with a church girl I'm not even really interested in, and the other is basically a joke. It's not exactly like my love life is on fire,” I trailed off.Stephanie took a drink, her eyes lingering on her glass momentarily."What about that girl Tara?" she asked, her eyes flicking back up at me intently."What about her?""Have you guys ever hooked up?" Her legs shifted together slightly as she asked.The image of my spent cock in my hand, and a dash of my cum dripping on Tara's perfect breast flashed before my eyes. I swallowed hard, and answered "No."Stephanie seemed to relax a bit as she said "that's too bad; she's a hottie.""She's one of my best friends. Plus, she's got plenty of better people than me to choose from." I took a big gulp from my drink, which was already making me quite warm inside. "I'm just really bad at all that stuff. My virginity is destined to remain intact for a long time."Stephanie snickered.Oh fuck, what did I just say? Goddamnit I just gave Stephanie some epic ammo. I winced, waiting for her to deliver a scud missile of tease and torment. I waited, but all that came was a long silence. She had the upper hand and didn't take it. Seizing this rare moment, I changed the subject."What about you?" I asked. One long leg bent up toward her stomach, almost in defense."What ABOUT me?""Are you seeing anyone? I've never seen you with a guy around here or anything, "Stephanie chortled in laughter, "Oh God. I would never bring anybody here in a million years. Not with My parents around, ""No?""No way," she shook her head, laughing, "they seem pretty cool and casual, but they're really uptight when it comes to sex."The image of Stephanie's mom Sandy sucking her husband's dick on camera while dripping with another man's cum flashed in my mind. My dick twitched."Oh yeah?"

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Fluent Fiction - French: A Glistening Rivalry: How Émilie Steals Noël's Spotlight Find the full episode transcript, vocabulary words, and more:fluentfiction.com/fr/episode/2024-12-25-23-34-01-fr Story Transcript:Fr: Dans la paisible communauté fermée, les maisons brillaient de lumières scintillantes, créant un paysage hivernal féerique.En: In the peaceful gated community, the houses glowed with twinkling lights, creating an enchanting winter landscape.Fr: La neige tombait doucement, recouvrant les toits et les jardins.En: The snow was gently falling, covering the roofs and gardens.Fr: Émilie, debout devant sa maison, avait un seul objectif : elle voulait que sa maison soit la plus belle du quartier pour Noël.En: Émilie, standing in front of her house, had a single goal: she wanted her house to be the most beautiful in the neighborhood for Noël.Fr: Elle était bien décidée à surpasser Jean, son voisin connu pour sa décoration fabuleuse chaque année.En: She was determined to outshine Jean, her neighbor known for his fabulous decorations every year.Fr: Alors, elle monta sur une échelle pour installer des guirlandes lumineuses le long du toit.En: So, she climbed a ladder to install light garlands along the roof.Fr: Malheureusement, dans son enthousiasme, elle ferma la porte derrière elle sans prendre les clés.En: Unfortunately, in her enthusiasm, she closed the door behind her without taking the keys.Fr: "Quel désastre !"En: "What a disaster!"Fr: pensa-t-elle, réalisant qu'elle était enfermée dehors.En: she thought, realizing she was locked outside.Fr: Le froid commençait à se faire sentir, et le ciel devenait sombre.En: The cold was starting to make itself felt, and the sky was becoming dark.Fr: Déterminée à ne pas demander l'aide de Jean, par fierté, elle se tourna vers une solution audacieuse : grimper le long d'un treillis jusqu'à une fenêtre du deuxième étage qu'elle savait être ouverte.En: Determined not to ask for Jean's help out of pride, she turned to a daring solution: climbing along a trellis to a second-floor window she knew was open.Fr: Émilie prit une profonde inspiration et commença son ascension.En: Émilie took a deep breath and began her ascent.Fr: Le treillis était gelé, et elle se concentrait pour ne pas glisser.En: The trellis was icy, and she concentrated on not slipping.Fr: Juste au moment où elle était sur le point d'atteindre la fenêtre, son pied dérapa.En: Just as she was about to reach the window, her foot slipped.Fr: Elle sentit un coup de panique la traverser.En: She felt a wave of panic rush through her.Fr: Mais soudainement, une main ferme la soutint.En: But suddenly, a firm hand supported her.Fr: "Attention !"En: "Careful!"Fr: cria une voix.En: shouted a voice.Fr: C'était Sophie, une nouvelle voisine, qui essayait elle-même d'accrocher des décorations.En: It was Sophie, a new neighbor, who was herself trying to hang decorations.Fr: "Merci," dit Émilie en riant, prise à son propre jeu.En: "Thank you," said Émilie, laughing at her own predicament.Fr: Avec l'aide de Sophie, elle put entrer par la fenêtre.En: With Sophie's help, she managed to get inside through the window.Fr: Soulagée, Émilie invita Sophie à l'intérieur pour se réchauffer.En: Relieved, Émilie invited Sophie inside to warm up.Fr: Ensemble, elles passèrent le reste de la soirée à décorer la maison d'Émilie, riant des événements de la journée.En: Together, they spent the rest of the evening decorating Émilie's house, laughing about the day's events.Fr: Sophie était ravie de se faire une nouvelle amie, et Émilie réalisait l'importance d'accepter de l'aide.En: Sophie was delighted to make a new friend, and Émilie realized the importance of accepting help.Fr: La maison d'Émilie, avec l'aide de Sophie, était magnifique, rivalisant même avec celle de Jean.En: Émilie's house, with Sophie's assistance, was magnificent, even rivaling Jean's.Fr: Elle avait appris que l'esprit de Noël n'était pas seulement dans les décorations, mais aussi dans le partage et l'amitié.En: She had learned that the spirit of Noël wasn't just in the decorations but also in sharing and friendship.Fr: Ainsi, au lieu de compétitionner, elle avait trouvé une alliée, une amie.En: So instead of competing, she found an ally, a friend.Fr: Et ensemble, elles continuèrent à créer un véritable esprit de fête dans leur quartier, illuminant non seulement leurs maisons, mais aussi leurs cœurs.En: And together, they continued to create a true festive spirit in their neighborhood, illuminating not only their houses but also their hearts. Vocabulary Words:the community: la communautéthe ladder: l'échelleto outshine: surpasserthe garland: la guirlandeto glow: brillertwinkling: scintillantenchanting: féeriquebeautiful: bellethe neighborhood: le quartierthe decoration: la décorationthe roof: le toitthe pride: la fiertédaring: audacieusethe trellis: le treillisto slip: glisserthe panic: la paniquefirm: fermeto support: soutenirto laugh: rireto realize: réaliserto invite: inviterto concentrate: se concentrerthe ascent: l'ascensionto hang: accrocherthe ally: l'alliéethe friendship: l'amitiéthe heart: le cœurtogether: ensemblethe spirit: l'espritthe disaster: le désastre

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Fri, 11 Oct 2024 20:15:00 GMT http://relay.fm/rd/245 http://relay.fm/rd/245 The One That's Glistening 245 Merlin Mann and John Siracusa The uneven paces of technological and personal progress. The uneven paces of technological and personal progress. clean 4771 The uneven paces of technological and personal progress. This episode of Reconcilable Differences is sponsored by: Squarespace: Save 10% off your first purchase of a website or domain using code DIFFS. Links and Show Notes: Merlin checks in with John to see if he's started noticing the Millennial Speech Tics. Of course, this leads to a lot of discussion about how people do and don't talk. In Follow-Up, John shares a French meat word, and then he updates us on his health. The main topic this week seems like it's going to be about best practices for phone charging. Fortunately for the listener, it broadens into a slightly more interesting exploration of the uneven paces of culture, technology, and personal habits. (Recorded on Tuesday, October 1, 2024) Credits Audio Editor: Jim Metzendorf Admin Assistance: Kerry Provenzano Music: Merlin Mann The Suits: Stephen Hackett, Myke Hurley Get an ad-free version of the show, plus a monthly extended episode. Who has the most repetitive intonation? - YouTube Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow (2004) Iron Sky (2012) Megalopolis (2024) Tom and Ray Magliozzi's 1999 MIT Commencement Address - YouTube Unrealistically easy phone-booth hacking in WarGames - YouTube The History of Pets vs. Cattle, a

Fri, 11 Oct 2024 20:15:00 GMT http://relay.fm/rd/245 http://relay.fm/rd/245 Merlin Mann and John Siracusa The uneven paces of technological and personal progress. The uneven paces of technological and personal progress. clean 4771 The uneven paces of technological and personal progress. This episode of Reconcilable Differences is sponsored by: Squarespace: Save 10% off your first purchase of a website or domain using code DIFFS. Links and Show Notes: Merlin checks in with John to see if he's started noticing the Millennial Speech Tics. Of course, this leads to a lot of discussion about how people do and don't talk. In Follow-Up, John shares a French meat word, and then he updates us on his health. The main topic this week seems like it's going to be about best practices for phone charging. Fortunately for the listener, it broadens into a slightly more interesting exploration of the uneven paces of culture, technology, and personal habits. (Recorded on Tuesday, October 1, 2024) Credits Audio Editor: Jim Metzendorf Admin Assistance: Kerry Provenzano Music: Merlin Mann The Suits: Stephen Hackett, Myke Hurley Get an ad-free version of the show, plus a monthly extended episode. Who has the most repetitive intonation? - YouTube Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow (2004) Iron Sky (2012) Megalopolis (2024) Tom and Ray Magliozzi's 1999 MIT Commencement Address - YouTube Unrealistically easy phone-booth hacking in WarGames - YouTube The Hist

Before Jesus came into our lives, we were wrapped in shame as with a cloak. He gives us the breathtaking gift of removing our filthy garments and dressing us in His very own righteousness. This gift obliterates shame at our very core.

The Lord confronts Job through describing the massive Sea Monster, Leviathan.  God inquires -- was it you who can conquer, tame, or create such beast? Ideas of serpents, sea-monsters, and dragons creating mayhem is ancient and the Book of Job is from around the 5th or 6th century B.C., when such motifs were popular. Even in our era, it is astounding how pervasive dragons remain in relaying stories.  Relevant questions become:  What is our fascination?  Is it having to face dragons in a metaphorical sense? Are dragons/sea beasts easier to conceptualize than God? This chapter calls upon pre-biblical mythology.  As the Babylonian empire grew, people came together through commerce and conflict, each with their own gods, customs and ideals.  Some of these inevitably prevailed over others.   One legend involved a Babylonian storm god, Marduk, who excelled to the position of “top god.” Civilization faced destruction through a flood brought about by Tiamat – goddess of the sea, who was called “Glistening one,” and depicted with a tail of scales.  Marduk defeated this Sea Dragon, who shares similarities with Leviathan.  Marduk had a multitude of names because of the number of gods he conquered and absorbed.  Marduk cut Tiamat into pieces, which represent the earth we inhabit.  A version of this story finds itself in Job.  This Babylonian legend proffers that we live, so to speak, on from the remains of an ancient god. Additionally, Leviathan is referenced in Psalm 74, as a sea serpent God defeated, and Isiah 27, as a twisted serpent God will defeat. God asks Job a series of questions: Can thou draw out Leviathan with a hook? Will Leviathan ever make a supplication unto thee?  Will he speak to you with soft words?  Could you fill his skin with barbed iron? Could this treacherous monster become Your servant?  Can you play with him like a bird?  Could you bind him to be toyed with by the maidens?  Could you make a banquet out of him? Any hope or effort to defeat Leviathan is in vain.  He who lays his hand upon him will lose his life.  It will not resemble a battle.  Yet the bridge between God and man is even greater.   Even at the sight of Leviathan, man is cast down.  Here is a creature of invulnerability. But there comes a hint of God's admiration for those who try to beat the unbeatable.  There may be a lesson that to defeat such malevolent forces, even everyday ones, you must stand with God.     If a mortal succeeded in besting Leviathan (which is impossible), God would elevate him to His own platform.  Such a person would become the Lord's beloved and his greatness proclaimed.  The point is, however, that there are some forces only God can defeat. The Lord continues: Who can meet Leviathan face to face?  Get close enough to take in his features?   Who could survive those jaws?  Who could control him as a horse with a bridle?   This mighty beast – his scales are his pride!   They are impregnable, even to air, and resemble a row of shields.   As he breathes, he exhorts flashes of light.  Out of his nostrils emit smoke as if from a cauldron. These are references are to the beauty and terror of the dragon.  His eyes are the eyelids of dawn!  Out of his mouth fires a burning lamp.  Sparks of fire leap out; and his breath can kindle coal.  All joy is turned to sorrow before Leviathan.  His heart is as cold and unwavering.  There is a cruelness and majesty within him.   When he riseth; the Mighty become afraid.  When he crashes down into the sea, all inferior gods and man suffer.  He can make the cold of the Deep boil. Whoever brings the sword against him fails. He esteemeth iron as straw;  brass as rotten wood.    He turns arrows  and stones to stubble.    And when he disappears, Leviathan maketh a majestic path. He swims away leaving a shining wake. Here a monstrous figure from pre-Biblical belief systems, who is cast as an enemy of God's order, is transformed into something that continues to play a role in that order.  

Rick has finished school, but the twins start his educationIn 8 parts, By jane700bond. Listen to the ► Podcast at ExplicitNovels. The sun shone hot in a clear late June sky. Thrush and blackbird sang their beautiful songs. The river bubbled gently away as I walked along the path enjoying my release from school exams and looking forward to a summer of freedom before university in the autumn.The meadows beside the river were long with grass and wild flowers, the local farmer liking to keep things natural and encourage the wildlife. Everything was beautiful and everything idyllic. Living deep in the Dorset countryside, very few people came this way. The tourists tended to go south to the coast; here all was wild, quiet and miles from anywhere.I had been walking for about 20 minutes when I first heard the sounds of another human. In the long grass, about 10 feet away, there was a laugh and a sharp scream, followed by a giggle and a tussle. Briefly a blonde head showed above the meadow flowers and then disappeared. I thought I knew the head, well at least I knew one of two heads it could have belonged to, one of the Cranwell twins, the daughters of John Cramwell who farmed the area. I knew them well, being a frequent visitor to the farm as my parents were friends of John. The farm had a pool which was brilliant on hot summer days; and the twins, Lorna and Laura where always there to join in the games and I thought nothing about headed towards them in the grass.Phew! Stepping up to them I found them wrestling together, miniskirts and bikini tops askew with breasts out and nipples showing. Suddenly, Laura, who was underneath spotted me, loosened her arm from her sister's grip, pointed and screamed my name, before laughing again. Well being a young man of conventional persuasion I was torn between staring with delight and turning in embarrassment. Deciding that decency was the better option, I turned away, but Lorna called, "Rick, hey come back."I turned back and the two girls were untangling themselves and patting the grass beside them to show I should come and sit between them. At the sight of these two identical eighteen year old beauties, sitting half naked in the grass, I could not help the feeling of excitement that was rapidly building in my shorts.I stood for a moment in front of them and the twins' eyes seemed to focus half-way up my body. "Rick, are we glad to see you." said Laura. "Yes," said Lorna "you do know we have always thought you were rather cute."I slowly sat down between them. Their breasts were firm and round and tanned, their nipples erect from the excitement of their tussling. Their blue eyes glinted with mischief and wide smiles showed off their perfect white teeth. Each of the girls stood about 5'6" and was slim and smooth skinned. Something in my brain was beginning to flash red and my breath became very short. Although I had known the girls for years and fancied them like mad, I had never had the courage to ask one of them out, and well, you couldn't ask both of them on a date could you?Suddenly, Laura shouted: "Get him!" and they were on top of me. They pushed me flat and Laura sat on my chest and held my arms whilst Lorna sat on my legs. "Have you any idea how horny I am?" asked Laura looking down at me her breasts just inches away from my face. "Lonny and me have just been dreaming of getting a nice boy like you here into this field. In fact we were getting so horny just thinking about it, we had to start playing our fantasy together, but you know, girl on girl is not quite the same." For a moment, I didn't realise what she meant, then I understood, the wrestling was a bit more than a sisterly fight. Wow, I thought, what a fantasy!Lorna has started sliding up my legs and was now sitting astride my cock. I suddenly realised that under her short skirt she had no knickers. She hooked her arms under her sister's and hugged Laura's breasts. Laura moaned. "Yes," said Lorna "we are so wet that I think you should drink some of it.""Want to try?" asked Laura. She undid the top of her skirt and threw it to the side, showing her bare fanny and, without waiting for a reply she moved up and sat her dripping cunt on my mouth. My tongue tasted the saltiness of her excitement and started probing, licking her clit and sucking. My hands moved up to massage her young firm tits, tweaking her nipple with care. She immediately began to moan.Lorna meanwhile, had got off my legs and whilst I was occupied with exciting Laura, I felt her fight with the zip and buttons on my shorts. She massaged me through my pants, turning my cramped cock until my erection was sticking through the top. She then started licking the top, slowly pulling my pants and shorts away until she had covered the whole length with her tongue. I lifted my arse and as she pulled my clothes away she took my cock in her mouth, slowly moving it in and out, sucking and licking.Laura was loving the work I was performing on her clit and I started both teasing it with my teeth, and then worked my tongue deeper inside her. She was getting hotter and hotter and started bouncing gently as my tongue drove up her ecstasy. As my teeth playfully bit, she gave little whimpering gasps of pleasure.After a few of minutes of sheer bliss for both me and Laura, Lorna was beginning to feel left out. She let go of my cock and moved around to my head. "My turn", she said.Laura started slowly to move down my chest, leaving it wet as she went. She grabbed my cock and gently lowered her dripping cunt onto it. She was so wet and hot I thought I might explode, except I was distracted by Lorna, now moving astride my face the other way around from her sister.As I lay in perfect happiness, the two girls kissed and hugged and gyrated over me. Laura going faster and faster riding my cock, and Lorna getting the full benefit of my teeth and tongue. God they were getting excited and so was I, but I wanted to kiss and feel their tongues in my mouth, I wanted to suck their nipples and I wanted to be shafting them both simultaneously.I pushed Lorna off me and Laura too and got them to lie side by side, knees bent and legs spread. Their eager fingers were playing with each other's clits and they were moaning softly. Firstly I got between Lorna's legs as she hadn't had my cock in her yet. I pulled her to me and fastened my lips to hers, tongues going deep and passionate.Laura, got up and came around underneath my pounding cock and started teasing my balls with her teeth. I felt her fingers come and play with Lorna's slit, pushing her fingers into her around me, as I pumped in and out. I let go of Lorna's lips and moved down to her tits. I sucked hard her erect nipples whilst her hand went down her clit to bring her to orgasm. She screamed and buffeted and I knew we were both coming.Laura, still licking my moving balls was playing with her own clit and on the point of coming too. I felt Lorna buck with her orgasm and Laura came in sympathy, I just managed to hold off cumming. I pulled out of Lorna's dripping cunt and Laura came around and took me in her mouth. Lorna got off her back and started licking my balls, I came. My orgasm was enormous; it was like being massaged in every muscle at the same moment. The first wave of cum went into Laura's mouth, she let go and the second spurt flooded out over Lorna's face. She grabbed my cock, wanting to drink it as still I came and came again.Gradually, the waves of pleasure subsided and the flow of creamy sperm ceased. Laura and Lorna took turns to lick my cock clean, then they turned on each other, licking and cleaning the cum off each other's face, so as not to waste a drop.We then all dropped together in the grass, limbs sprawled about. Panting and sleepy in the heat of the afternoon, listening to the gentle flow of the river and the songs of the birds.The night Rick Learnt About Women.I suppose that I ought to explain that before that wonderful summer's day when I had such a wonderful time fucking those beautiful blonde Cramwell twins, I had already lost my virginity. The story of losing it might explain the enthusiasm with which I was willing to have my face sat on by the lovely Laura and why I tried so hard to give pleasure to both the girls. I had a really good teacher and I only wish some of my friends would learn the same lessons.  They might get on better with their girlfriends, and enjoy the sex more of course!It was a very cold winter's night when I lost my virginity, learnt a lot about girls and sex and especially how to give pleasure as well as receive it. It happened like this:The winters in rural Dorset can be very cold, not getting the advantage of the warm Gulf Stream like Devon and Cornwall and this particular winter, when I had just turned 18, was particularly cold with deep snow followed by hard frosts. My elder sister, Rachael, who was two years older than me had got us invitations to a New Year party in Brillingham, some six miles from where we lived. The invite was from one her old school friends, Sophie Pellow, whose parents were away that holiday sunning it amongst the pyramids and temples of Egypt. There were to be six of us and unlike most teenage parties I was used to, this was going to be a smart dinner party for which we had both dressed to the nines compared to the usual jeans and tee-shirts. I was wearing black chinos and a black-shirt with the bright crimson jumper I had been given for Christmas.Rachael, who is brunette, like me, has blue eyes and a pretty face, and even though I'm her brother, I've got to admit, one great figure. She looked stunning that night in a micro-mini dress that seemed only just to reach down to the top of her thighs and she wore a glitzy top that showed off the cleavage from those double dee boobs of hers. She wore gold bangles and matching gold necklace and earrings. She smelt of some wonderful exotic scent, but I never asked her the name, well little brothers don't, do they?We had always got on well together, she looked out for me when I was small and then I looked out for her when I grew bigger, I was about 6' by then and she had stopped growing at about 5foot 6. When Mum saw what Rachael was wearing she wasn't too pleased as the night was really cold and Mum thought Rachael would probably freeze. However, Rachael explained she was driving, the car had heating, Sophie's house was warm, so, no problem.Anyway, let's cut the domestic arguments and move forward to trying to get to Sophie's. If you have been to Brillingham, you will know it as a quaint old fashioned village of about twenty cottages along a narrow twisty road, a small place where the gritting lorries don't get to, so the ice tends to stay on the road. Sophie lived about half a mile out of the village in nice cottage set back from the road. It was a reasonable size, but with just three bedrooms (Sophie was an only child). The cottage was built about seventeen hundred, of pink sandstone and shale roof.It was a beautiful frosty night, the stars blazed above us and a three quarters moon made the snow covered landscape shine with an eldritch light.We drove off the main road and down through the village and nearly made it to the cottage, but about 100 yards from the door, Rachael skidded on black ice and the car went into a spin ending up in the ditch at the side of the road. Luckily neither of us was hurt, but the car was a real mess and was not going any further.Rachael was a bit shaken, so I got my mobile out and phoned home. It took some convincing to stop Mum and Dad racing out to save use, but I said we would be fine at Sophie's and there was not much that could be done 'til the morning and we knew Sophie would put us up. Eventually the hot air from down the phone stopped and we got out into the freezing night.You would think that walking 100 yards would be a cinch, but Rachael, bless her heart was in her best high heels, and best high heels and ice and snow do not go together. She went over after just 10 feet, falling headlong into a snow drift. I pulled her out and we went another 10 feet before she was down on her backside. There was little choice, I hoisted her up and gave her a fireman's lift over my shoulder. Wow, that was the worst 100 yards of my life. The road was really treacherous and we both fell over together at least twice more before we got to the door. By this time Rachael was completely blue and couldn't stop shivering in the sub-zero temperature, her micro-mini was riding up above her knickers, her stockings (nice garters sis!) were in shreds and her glitzy top a damp mess that was no longer working as a cleavage holder, we did not care, we just wanted to get through that door!I rang the bell and Sophie answered nearly straight away. We must have been a real sight, I was still shouldering Rachael and it was her wet knickers and torn stockings that first faced Sophie when she opened the door. "Oh my God!" she screamed "are you hurt?"We stumbled into the house and went straight to the living room where I laid Rachael on a sofa in front of the fire. I quickly explained to Sophie about the road and Rachael just being frozen, not really hurt and Sophie said she'd phone the others and tell them not to come as it was obviously too dangerous.Rachael was really shivering uncontrollably, and I hugged her to me; to try and get some warmth into her. Sophie got a brandy and said she would run a hot bath. Rachael clung to me pressing me against her nearly exposed breasts. I have got to confess, that my manhood friend was finding this a little erotic, so despite the cold and despite the fact she was my older sister, I was beginning to get an expansion in my crotch and my pants were getting tight.Sophie called to bring her upstairs, so I gently lifted her again and carried her up the narrow cottage staircase, her ample bosom pressing into my back and my arm holding her just below her rather neat backside. We got her into the bathroom and Sophie and I started taking off that once-stunning outfit, which was now really only fit for the trash.The bathroom was a bit of a surprise in such an old cottage, it was quite large, carpeted throughout and had a raised area into which a large double bath had been sunk. This was now nearly full of steaming bubbly water. Rachael stood shaking on the raised platform as Sophie took one stocking and I took the other and started pulling them down. I looked at Sophie and saw that she gently caressed Rachael's leg as she pulled the stocking down. Rachael murmured and I caught Sophie's eye. There was a tinge of red that started at Sophie's neck and then blossomed up her face. She winked at me!A little surprised, I stood up and started to help with the ruined top and unclasping the sis's bra while Sophie started to ease down her soaking pants. Sophie's hand came around and brushed my hardened crotch as she did so. I gasped.Rachael who was standing a few inches above me turned and looked me in the face. Her teeth were still chattering, her face was streaked with dirt and mascara, but she smiled. "Little bro is growing up I think." She said though clenched teeth. I pulled away her bra and she waved her double-dees in my face, nearly offering her nipples to my gapping mouth.I hadn't seen my sister naked since we were kids and shared the bath and it was, if a little strange, a very pleasant revelation. I started to look at her properly. Her tits were full, her nipples were hard and erect from the cold, her stomach, smooth and flat. My eyes drifted lower towards her pubic triangle where they met Sophie's eyes coming back up.Sophie was caressing her way up the inside of Rachael's legs slowly and deliberately, pausing and kissing her when she got to the trimmed pubic hair at the top. She wasn't shaved as you see so many girls in the magazines, but she obviously had had some treatment as she just had a little dark rectangle of hair left.Sophie pulled herself up, wrapping her arm around Rachael's back side and again deliberately brushed my cock, this time pausing there. I was mesmerised! "Come-on Rachael; into the tub!" she suddenly said and we helped Rachael over the lip into the steaming waters.I stood still on the lower part of the floor behind Sophie as Rachael carefully lowered herself into the bath with Sophie supporting her. Sophie knelt down on the raised bit and started to lap the warm water over sis's shoulders and  breasts; and Rachael gradually stopped shivering. After a few minutes, Sophie got some bath oil starting started massaging Rachael's shoulders slowly and gently. She then moved her hands lower and cupping each Rachael's breasts in turn in one hand smoothed down the softening nipple with the other.Rachael's eyes closed, and she groaned and moaned as Sophie gradually worked her way gentle downwards, massaging every part of her soft golden skin.Sophie was also dressed in one of the micro-mini's so popular with the girls (and boys!) that year. Her stocking were black and diamond patterned. Her top was a bit more sensible than Rachael's being a green cashmere polo neck. She was a redhead with green laughing eyes matching the cashmere. Her long hair was tied up in a French braid, over her head.As she massaged my sister I was really in a state of shock, just standing there, erect cock wanting freedom and teenage brain not knowing what to do. Sophie was working her way down Rachael's thighs by now and as she moved, she raised her ass in the air in my direction. I could see the frill of her suspender belt holding up her stockings and I could see the white of her pants. There was a thin darker line of dampness where the knickers were tight against her vagina. She leant over sis and started kissing her breasts. I couldn't believe it as she gently took one nipple in her mouth and started to suck and tease it with her teeth. One hand went between Rachael's thighs and worked its way up, her other came out of the bath back between her own legs where she started rubbing herself through her panties, making them even damper.Dumbstruck, I watched as Sophie teasingly revealed her cunt to me, rubbing it around with her fingers. I had never seen between the legs of a girl before except in some soft porn mags, certainly not a live girl like Sophie just two feet in front of me and I was surprised how red and inflamed it looked. I forgot about Rachael as I watched Sophie play, rubbing herself and groaning in pleasure. I could see the vagina gradually open, like the opening of a pink flower. She rubbed around the edges and it glistened with her juices. She lifted her head from sucking Rachael's tits, turned and looked at me for a long time.Then she asked "Can I trust you?" I was dumb and I couldn't answer. After a minute looking at me with an absolutely wicked expression on her face, she whispered: "Kneel down and lick me. You'll like it, I promise!"My cock was as hard as ebony and I just wanted to release it from its cage and to plunge it into between those pink glistening lips. Instead, I knelt down, pulled the white panties aside and for the first time put my tongue into and tasted the honey that is a girl. The taste was slightly salty, but incredibly more-ish, and quickly my tongue was darting deeper and into Sophie's cunt while she and my sister caressed over the bath. This was a drink I had never imagined having on New Year's Eve and I tried to get more and more of my mouth into that pink fleshiness and suck as much of that juice as I could get.In a few minutes, I became more adventurous and started to use my teeth to tease and nip. Sophie began to buck and cry out, and I pulled back worried I had hurt her. "She straightened up and said "Wow, one fast learner."She turned around, pulled up her rather damp cashmere over her head, showing me her breasts cupped in a black lacy bra. "A tongue like yours needs exercising!" she said; pulling down the front of the bra cups and offering her nipples to my mouth. It was all the invitation I needed and opened my mouth wide to take one of her breasts into it."No!" She said, "Gently lick around the aureole and make my nipples hard." So with her guiding me I started using my tongue first on one nipple and then on the other, watching them swell and harden as they had my full attention. I was still standing and I started to push my aching groin into her body.Whilst I was doing this, a much recovered Rachael suddenly called "Hey, Rick!" "What are you doing with my best friend?""Shush! I'm teaching him how to treat a girl." said Sophie, "He is really very cute."I stood there agape and red in the face, "My God," I thought, "that's my sister! She must be a lesbian, this is obviously her girlfriend and I'm standing here in front of sis with my zipper fit to burst and sucking her girlfriend's tits, how embarrassing can you get?"Sophie simply stood up smiled and started taking off the rest of her clothes. She undid her bra and her gorgeous firm tits came free. Not as big as Rachael's double-dees, but rounded and the size of oranges. She undid her suspender belt and then bent and rolled down each stocking in turn. She then removed her panties, leaving her completely naked in front of me, her trimmed red gold bush shining in the bathroom light."Rick," Sophie said; "you know after all that falling about in the ice and snow, you could do with a bath too. Would you like me to undress you?""But, Rachael!" was all I could say."That's OK, she'll promise to close her eyes when you're naked, won't you Rachael dear?"Rachael giggled. "No, no," she said "I'll just get out and leave you two alone to get to know each other better. Can I get into your bed?"So Sophie gave Rachael an enormous fluffy towel and my sister left the steaming bathroom, with just me and the naked Sophie. "If you want to have the best time of your life" she said "you just follow my lead and learn; OK?"I think my mouth was open again and I stood there and nodded.

Tales From The Bungalow The Glistening Death

Opening up to, and opened by, her tutor. By IAmJohnGalt1. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories. Life's twists and turns are never what one expects. When I decided to tutor young students in history, I thought I was just doing something good – for the youth, and for myself. After several years of working at a Big Law firm, I decided I needed to do something that didn't involve poring over legal documents and old case law. I'd always loved and thrived in history, which was my major in undergrad, and I'd always pestered my professors with questions about legal history during my years at Harvard Law. Teaching wouldn't pay the bills, hence my pivot towards courtrooms and boardrooms, but it was something I thought would be a nice post-retirement gig. Many of my teachers in high school were former attorneys, which was quite common at Michelle's upscale preparatory school in Manhattan. Michelle. One of those timeless, elegant names. The Beatles even used it for a song, though I don't think Lennon had a young, Asian girl in mind when he wrote it. Her family had been referred to me by a colleague, and over the course of her senior year I'd taken her from a struggling student to a pretty good scholar of history. She was no Ron Chernow, but she could at least articulate a good analysis of social movements in Victorian England. When Michelle and I first met, I was struck by her beauty, but I wasn't necessarily attracted to her. She was tall and thin, but with a shapely form. Think of a swimsuit model. I think it was the fact that her mother was white while her father was Chinese-American. Michelle was a social butterfly, most definitely one of the “it” girls at her school. She seemed to have it all, or at least all that high schoolers cared about: good looks, pretty good grades, money, nice clothes. Lots of nice clothes. Michelle was something of an influencer; she wasn't going to be on The Today Show any time soon, but she had a healthy following of fellow preppy cool NYC kids. Vacations in the Hamptons, dining out with friends at the trendiest restaurants. If you grew up in the area, you knew the type. Although she would have been content to live that life forever, and her parents' money could certainly ensure that, her parents' values wouldn't entertain it. When the son of Chinese immigrants and a woman who went from her dad's small-town Ohio hardware store to a director's corner office at a major investment bank raise a kid, you better believe they'll expect that kid to at least get a degree. Despite her seeming disinterest in academics, she was actually pretty smart; “just needs to apply herself more” was a common critique in her report cards. I guess I felt like somewhat of a kindred spirit in that regard; I'd only shaped myself up in college. Over the course of the school year, we'd developed a friendly rapport. Our tutoring sessions were pretty open-ended, and towards the end we'd end up talking a lot about life, her plans for the future, etc. I always saw myself as a mentor to Michelle. Which is why what happened one summer day was… unexpected. I was spacing out in my office after a particularly contentious meeting with a corporate client when my phone buzzed. “hey Milo, I hope this isn't weird but I wanted to know if you were available this weekend” read the grey chat bubble. I wasn't sure why she was asking me about availability – she'd graduated high school a month before, and was enjoying her last summer before starting at Bowdoin. “hey Michelle, what's up?” I replied. Over the course of a few texts, she explained that she missed our conversations and she wanted to catch up and maybe talk about college and whatnot. It seemed a bit strange to me because we weren't necessarily on texting terms. We'd exchange messages just to set up tutoring sessions, but we weren't chewing the fat over text outside of that. But hey, who understands teenagers? I didn't have any plans that Saturday and figured it'd be nice to spend some of it guiding the youth. “how about dinner at your place? I know you said you like to cook and I'd love to try something tasty” she responded, with that little emoji licking its lips punctuating the proposal. Now that was out of the ordinary. She wanted to have dinner? A coffee “date” was what I'd had in mind, but her message triggered something in me. Maybe it was the not-so-recent breakup I'd gone through, or pining for the lost days of my own youth, but suddenly I thought it'd be quite nice to have dinner with her. It'd be fun to whip up one of those Italian dishes that's dead simple to make yet impresses people, and maybe even flirt a bit. A pretty, fit, 18-year-old Asian girl batting her eyelashes at me would be enough of a reward. I agreed and told her to come to my apartment at 7PM that Saturday. She responded “awesome!” and left it at that. I returned to my work and the next few days flew by me. Truly, I figured I would just be entertaining a young ingénue for a couple hours and assuring her that she was, in fact, smart enough for college (a repeated concern of hers during our tutoring sessions). When I answered the door that Saturday evening, I was taken aback. Not for any good reason: Michelle was wearing a smart but modest top, short jean shorts, and wedge sandals. Her hair was done up in a pony, and she had well-applied makeup on as usual. This was her typical outfit. What took me by surprise was how I felt looking at her. Her breasts, probably a 32C, looked like two round mounds of heaven. Scanning down her lithe torso, I arrived at her shapely legs and hips. They looked great – not necessarily muscular, but not lacking in tone (or skintone; she'd clearly been getting her fix of Vitamin D up in the Hamptons). Of course, that all happened in a split second. I greeted her with a warm smile and let her in to my apartment. Taking a deep breath, she exclaimed “oh, something smells good!” There's nothing like a good spaghetti alla carbonara to tantalize the senses. As the dish was almost ready, I invited her to take a seat at the dining table while I put on the finishing touches. Two modest portions of the Italian classic sat tantalizingly on their plates as I sat down across from Michelle and poured myself a glass of wine. “None for me?” she pouted. “Well, I wasn't sure whether to offer, after all you're still a minor,” I chided. Of course, I knew that she drank. She was a recently graduated high schooler about to go off to college. But I still felt a bit uneasy about offering booze to her. After some pleading and puppy eyes, I relented. “Just one glass for you, this isn't Beach Week” I teased as the cabernet sauvignon flowed into the glass. Taking a sip, she smiled and complimented my taste in wine before swirling it around and admiring the “legs.” How I wished to say something about the much nicer legs sitting across from me. Taking a bite of her food, she let out a loud “mmm” and dug in to her plate. I ate a bit slower, catching myself just mesmerized by this young beauty at my table. I didn't really know what was happening, but I was looking at Michelle in a way I never had before. She was no longer Michelle the Student, she was Michelle the Hot Young Chick. The cliche stirring in my loins began to fire up. “God, I'm such a slut for pasta!” she exclaimed, stirring me out of my gaze and making me choke a bit on my food. I was not expecting to hear a word like that come out of her mouth, but I quickly saved face and said “hah, yeah, it's the best isn't it? I'm the number one ‘thot' for pasta,” chuckling as I used slang that was probably already outdated. As we ate and chatted, both our inhibitions were loosened by the wine. The conversation gradually turned to college and I asked Michelle what she was most nervous about. “Honestly,. dating.” This surprised me; I expected some nerves over academics, or balancing school with clubs and socializing. “Really? I'm sure a girl like you would have no problem meeting a nice young man.” “I don't know… I haven't ever had a boyfriend. And guys don't ever seem to want to talk to me. They like my friends, but I've never even had a guy ask me out.” If there's one thing I've learned in my thirty years, it's that the most attractive women are often lonelier than you think. Guys are intimidated by smokeshows; they figure a 10 must have a long line of suitors and figure there's no way they'd have a chance. Anyone will hit on the girl next door, but talking to someone with literal model looks might as well be like trying to talk to God. “I think you'll be fine, Michelle. You've got –” I caught myself briefly, trying to think of a diplomatic way to say it without sounding lecherous. “You're smart and well-read, you've got a charming personality, and you're an attractive young woman.” “You think so?” “You don't? Aren't you an influencer? People don't follow you for fashion and makeup looks because you're not pretty, after all.” She blushed and smiled. “That's true. But guys my age are so obnoxious anyway. They're so immature. They're not like you, you know.” My turn to blush a bit. “Well, I'm a lot different than I was at your age, Michelle. I think guys might just be nervous to talk to you because they think you're out of their league. But you can be the change,” I said somewhat jokingly, “and be the one that asks a guy out”! “Hah! My mom always said a strong woman just goes after what she wants… but you think I'm out of guys' leagues?” “Well, I don't really buy into the whole ‘leagues' thing. That's a very naive way of looking at things. But I do think guys can be intimidated by a woman who's smart and pretty.” I poured myself another glass and decided to top her glass off as well. As the wine worked its magic on me, I started to amp up the flirting and banter. I figured it was a bit of harmless fun and would help boost her confidence. Clearing the plates, I told her I'd have dessert out and that we ought to sit on the sofa. She made her way to the living room while I scooped out a couple servings of gelato. Taking a seat next to her, but not too close, I couldn't help but notice her beauty again. Her shorts had hiked up a bit, exposing almost all of those long, long legs. Her lips looked luscious as she licked the gelato from them between bites. I noticed her nipples poking through her shirt, no doubt caused by the strong A/C that was blowing over us, but quickly averted my gaze before she caught me. My eyes landed upon her wine glass, which seemed fuller than when I had left the table. The little minx had poured herself a bit more. “Well, that was delicious” I proclaimed as I turned on my speakers and put on some jazz. “It really was. Thank you for cooking for me, Milo,” she responded as she took a big swig from her glass. “Easy there, slow and steady” I said. We talked a bit more, enjoying the sounds of Coltrane's “Kind of Blue” as we worked on the wine. I excused myself to use the bathroom, and when I came back I noticed she had polished off her glass. I sat down and she smiled at me. “I brought some dessert for you too,” she said. What happened next was unimaginable. In the blink of an eye, she moved around and swung one leg over my lap so that she was straddling me, and she immediately kissed me on the lips. Feeling shocked and a bit unsure of what the hell was going on, I didn't reciprocate, and then pulled away. “What the hell, Michelle?” “What?” she responded, somewhat curtly. “We can't… you're my student –” “I thought you found me attractive –” “Yeah, I think you're gorgeous, but –” “So just have some fun with me,” and she went in for another kiss. Blame it on the wine, or the breakup, or the fact that I had a hot, eager, willing young temptress on my lap, but something in me finally broke. This time, I opened up my mouth and met her kiss with vigor. Our tongues swirled around each other, engaged in a dance of lust and passion. My hands moved from my sides to her body, grabbing hold of her pert, tight booty. Her arms were over my shoulders, her fingers scratching my back. The smell of her perfume was intoxicating, and I felt like I was losing all sense of time. As the kissing continued, our arousal grew. I was hard as a rock, spurred on by her hips moving back and forth, grinding her womanhood against my crotch. After what seemed like ages, I moved her off of me and had her sitting on the couch again, facing forward. We made out like horny teenagers (which made sense for her) while I decided to push things further. With one arm over her shoulders, I pulled her top down until her beautiful tits were spilling out over the shirt and bra. It had been quite a while since I'd seen such perfection. For an Asian girl, she had pretty big breasts, with quarter-sized areolas and small, very erect, brown nipples. Using my right hand, I started to tease and twist one nipple, eliciting a sexy moan from the teen beauty. “Does that feel good?” “Oh; yes; yes.” Drunk with passion, I then began snaking my other hand down along her taut, firm tummy and arrived at the waistband of her shorts. Deftly undoing the button, I then pushed down behind her panties and felt around for the real prize. As my fingers brushed her labia, she moaned. The little slut was soaking wet, and she began grinding her mound onto my hand as I switched from one nipple to another. “You like that?” “Yes; oh god!” she breathed heavily. A couple fingers made their way into her tight hole, while my palm rubbed against her clit. I pumped my fingers in and out, and I could tell she was rapidly working her way to a climax. I was running on pure instinct at this point, and one of my instincts was to tease. I liked to work a woman up quite a lot before letting her cum, and I intended to do just that with little Michelle. Her breaths grew shorter, and I pulled my hand away as she was preparing for the peak of pleasure. “Oh my god” she panted, “oh my god!” She reached over to me and pulled me in for a sloppy, horny kiss. This time she moved her hand to my pants and began to rub my dick, and I decided to help by undoing my belt and pulling my pants down. “Have you ever sucked a dick before?” “I did one time at this party last year… it was a stupid drunk hookup,” she responded as she moved down to her knees. I didn't even have to ask her to do it, she just did it. Michelle marveled at my penis. I always figured I was a bit bigger than average, but not pornstar huge. “His was definitely not as big though.” Michelle opened her mouth and greedily began to work her magic on my shaft. For a supposedly inexperienced girl, she was surprisingly adept at pleasing me. With a bit of guidance, she got the stroking just right while she teased the tip with her tongue, and she even paid attention to my balls. “Oh; oh god, that feels fucking great” I told her. “Um, you like it?” “I fucking love it.” After a few minutes, she pulled away briefly to shed her clothes. She peeled away her shirt and undid her bra, letting those beautiful orbs hang freely. I had forgotten how perky and firm teen tits were. Standing up, she wiggled out of her shorts and tossed them aside unceremoniously before resuming her position on her knees. This time, she got very sloppy with the head, and within minutes she had covered much of her face in spit and pre-cum. I was approaching my own climax, and didn't want the fun to end with just a blowjob. I pulled her away and asked, “where the hell did you learn how to do this?” “Well,” she blushed, “I watch porn. A lot of porn.” God bless the internet. I stood up and took off the rest of my clothes as well. We embraced and made out, passionately but not too intensely. I felt up her perfect tits and ass while she continued stroking my cock. “Let's go to my bedroom,” taking her by the hand and leading her to my quarters. “Lay down on your back.” Michelle crawled onto the luxurious bed and turned over on to her back. My eyes drank up the tantalizing image before me. Michelle was no longer my student, she was my Venus. A sex goddess. Her long legs, her shaved mound, her lovely breasts, that cover model face. I noticed the tan lines around her pussy and on her tits and imagined her laying out in the nude to tan and take care of them. “Have you ever been eaten out?” “No…” she responded shyly. “But I need it.” I dutifully knelt at the foot of the bed, gazing at the perfect cunt before me. Shaved, as I had mentioned, with thin pussy lips and a small but aroused clit. Glistening with her womanly juices, ready to be lapped up. I dove in and began working her gingerly at first, teasing her folds and her clit with my tongue. I wasn't the best at eating pussy, but I knew not to overthink it: just explore their sacred part until you find what really flips the switch. As my tongue darted around, Michelle began the climb up the hill of orgasm. Her breathing intensified, and her tunnel was practically flooding with arousal. Her moans echoed throughout the bedroom and I could feel her hands gripping the comforter. This time I made sure to take her all the way over the edge; I wanted her first oral experience to be one to remember. My fingers went to work on her clit, rubbing it frantically. “Oh… oh… I… oh… OH… Oh Fuck! Fuck!” she shouted as her body began to convulse, her mound involuntarily pushing back onto my face as she came. “Fuck… fuck… that was… so good…” she panted deliriously. I couldn't help but feel a bit proud of myself for what I had done. Any inhibitions I had had an hour before were gone. Student and tutor, friend and mentor, all those relations were done. We were two horny lovers, and I decided to push for the final prize. “Michelle, have you had sex before?” The girl was still coming down from her orgasmic high. “No… I'm a virgin.” “Could have fooled me,” which she chuckled at. “Like I said… I watch a lot of porn. I've never had sex, though. I've never been with a guy I wanted to have sex with.” “I understand.” “But now I have. I want you, Milo.” I laid down next to her and kissed her and caressed her. We carried on the heavy petting for a few minutes and then I pulled away, turning over to grab my condoms from the nightstand. “If you're not ready, we don't have to.” I may have been horny, but I was still a gentleman, and I did not want to pressure the young girl into doing something she'd regret. “I'm ready. I need you” she responded while looking me in the eye with the kind of gaze you only get from a woman who's ready to take you. I quickly fished out the rubber and slipped it onto my cock. I stood up and walked around to the foot of the bed again, pulling Michelle a bit closer. I mounted the bed, spreading her legs as I placed the throbbing head at the entrance to her pussy. Looking her in the eyes, I asked if she was ready. She nodded and I began to push. Much like the perkiness of young boobs, I had also forgotten just how tight a fresh cunt could be. As my penis parted her, I could feel her tighten up. She was operating on another level of ecstasy. My head met her virginal wall, and we locked eyes again. I held one hand and she simply nodded. Michelle let out a quick yelp as I claimed my prize. Her hand squeezed mine for a moment, and I made sure to give her a few seconds to adjust. Once her breathing slowed a bit, I kissed her passionately and began the ancient ritual. I slid in and out, in and out, maintaining a steady rhythm as I savored the tightness of her velvety walls against my dick. “Oh… god… oh… it's… so… good…” “Uh, uh… god, Michelle, fuck…” As her vagina continued to loosen up to accommodate my shaft, I picked up the pace. I moved my arms to go underneath her shoulders, sort of hooking them with my hands. Her legs wrapped around my back and her hands were below my shoulders. As I pounded her harder and faster, she seemed to be pulling me in with her legs, while her nails began to scratch at my back. By IAmJohnGalt1 for Literotica

Opening up to, and opened by, her tutor. By IAmJohnGalt1. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories. Life's twists and turns are never what one expects. When I decided to tutor young students in history, I thought I was just doing something good – for the youth, and for myself. After several years of working at a Big Law firm, I decided I needed to do something that didn't involve poring over legal documents and old case law. I'd always loved and thrived in history, which was my major in undergrad, and I'd always pestered my professors with questions about legal history during my years at Harvard Law. Teaching wouldn't pay the bills, hence my pivot towards courtrooms and boardrooms, but it was something I thought would be a nice post-retirement gig. Many of my teachers in high school were former attorneys, which was quite common at Michelle's upscale preparatory school in Manhattan. Michelle. One of those timeless, elegant names. The Beatles even used it for a song, though I don't think Lennon had a young, Asian girl in mind when he wrote it. Her family had been referred to me by a colleague, and over the course of her senior year I'd taken her from a struggling student to a pretty good scholar of history. She was no Ron Chernow, but she could at least articulate a good analysis of social movements in Victorian England. When Michelle and I first met, I was struck by her beauty, but I wasn't necessarily attracted to her. She was tall and thin, but with a shapely form. Think of a swimsuit model. I think it was the fact that her mother was white while her father was Chinese-American. Michelle was a social butterfly, most definitely one of the “it” girls at her school. She seemed to have it all, or at least all that high schoolers cared about: good looks, pretty good grades, money, nice clothes. Lots of nice clothes. Michelle was something of an influencer; she wasn't going to be on The Today Show any time soon, but she had a healthy following of fellow preppy cool NYC kids. Vacations in the Hamptons, dining out with friends at the trendiest restaurants. If you grew up in the area, you knew the type. Although she would have been content to live that life forever, and her parents' money could certainly ensure that, her parents' values wouldn't entertain it. When the son of Chinese immigrants and a woman who went from her dad's small-town Ohio hardware store to a director's corner office at a major investment bank raise a kid, you better believe they'll expect that kid to at least get a degree. Despite her seeming disinterest in academics, she was actually pretty smart; “just needs to apply herself more” was a common critique in her report cards. I guess I felt like somewhat of a kindred spirit in that regard; I'd only shaped myself up in college. Over the course of the school year, we'd developed a friendly rapport. Our tutoring sessions were pretty open-ended, and towards the end we'd end up talking a lot about life, her plans for the future, etc. I always saw myself as a mentor to Michelle. Which is why what happened one summer day was… unexpected. I was spacing out in my office after a particularly contentious meeting with a corporate client when my phone buzzed. “hey Milo, I hope this isn't weird but I wanted to know if you were available this weekend” read the grey chat bubble. I wasn't sure why she was asking me about availability – she'd graduated high school a month before, and was enjoying her last summer before starting at Bowdoin. “hey Michelle, what's up?” I replied. Over the course of a few texts, she explained that she missed our conversations and she wanted to catch up and maybe talk about college and whatnot. It seemed a bit strange to me because we weren't necessarily on texting terms. We'd exchange messages just to set up tutoring sessions, but we weren't chewing the fat over text outside of that. But hey, who understands teenagers? I didn't have any plans that Saturday and figured it'd be nice to spend some of it guiding the youth. “how about dinner at your place? I know you said you like to cook and I'd love to try something tasty” she responded, with that little emoji licking its lips punctuating the proposal. Now that was out of the ordinary. She wanted to have dinner? A coffee “date” was what I'd had in mind, but her message triggered something in me. Maybe it was the not-so-recent breakup I'd gone through, or pining for the lost days of my own youth, but suddenly I thought it'd be quite nice to have dinner with her. It'd be fun to whip up one of those Italian dishes that's dead simple to make yet impresses people, and maybe even flirt a bit. A pretty, fit, 18-year-old Asian girl batting her eyelashes at me would be enough of a reward. I agreed and told her to come to my apartment at 7PM that Saturday. She responded “awesome!” and left it at that. I returned to my work and the next few days flew by me. Truly, I figured I would just be entertaining a young ingénue for a couple hours and assuring her that she was, in fact, smart enough for college (a repeated concern of hers during our tutoring sessions). When I answered the door that Saturday evening, I was taken aback. Not for any good reason: Michelle was wearing a smart but modest top, short jean shorts, and wedge sandals. Her hair was done up in a pony, and she had well-applied makeup on as usual. This was her typical outfit. What took me by surprise was how I felt looking at her. Her breasts, probably a 32C, looked like two round mounds of heaven. Scanning down her lithe torso, I arrived at her shapely legs and hips. They looked great – not necessarily muscular, but not lacking in tone (or skintone; she'd clearly been getting her fix of Vitamin D up in the Hamptons). Of course, that all happened in a split second. I greeted her with a warm smile and let her in to my apartment. Taking a deep breath, she exclaimed “oh, something smells good!” There's nothing like a good spaghetti alla carbonara to tantalize the senses. As the dish was almost ready, I invited her to take a seat at the dining table while I put on the finishing touches. Two modest portions of the Italian classic sat tantalizingly on their plates as I sat down across from Michelle and poured myself a glass of wine. “None for me?” she pouted. “Well, I wasn't sure whether to offer, after all you're still a minor,” I chided. Of course, I knew that she drank. She was a recently graduated high schooler about to go off to college. But I still felt a bit uneasy about offering booze to her. After some pleading and puppy eyes, I relented. “Just one glass for you, this isn't Beach Week” I teased as the cabernet sauvignon flowed into the glass. Taking a sip, she smiled and complimented my taste in wine before swirling it around and admiring the “legs.” How I wished to say something about the much nicer legs sitting across from me. Taking a bite of her food, she let out a loud “mmm” and dug in to her plate. I ate a bit slower, catching myself just mesmerized by this young beauty at my table. I didn't really know what was happening, but I was looking at Michelle in a way I never had before. She was no longer Michelle the Student, she was Michelle the Hot Young Chick. The cliche stirring in my loins began to fire up. “God, I'm such a slut for pasta!” she exclaimed, stirring me out of my gaze and making me choke a bit on my food. I was not expecting to hear a word like that come out of her mouth, but I quickly saved face and said “hah, yeah, it's the best isn't it? I'm the number one ‘thot' for pasta,” chuckling as I used slang that was probably already outdated. As we ate and chatted, both our inhibitions were loosened by the wine. The conversation gradually turned to college and I asked Michelle what she was most nervous about. “Honestly,. dating.” This surprised me; I expected some nerves over academics, or balancing school with clubs and socializing. “Really? I'm sure a girl like you would have no problem meeting a nice young man.” “I don't know… I haven't ever had a boyfriend. And guys don't ever seem to want to talk to me. They like my friends, but I've never even had a guy ask me out.” If there's one thing I've learned in my thirty years, it's that the most attractive women are often lonelier than you think. Guys are intimidated by smokeshows; they figure a 10 must have a long line of suitors and figure there's no way they'd have a chance. Anyone will hit on the girl next door, but talking to someone with literal model looks might as well be like trying to talk to God. “I think you'll be fine, Michelle. You've got –” I caught myself briefly, trying to think of a diplomatic way to say it without sounding lecherous. “You're smart and well-read, you've got a charming personality, and you're an attractive young woman.” “You think so?” “You don't? Aren't you an influencer? People don't follow you for fashion and makeup looks because you're not pretty, after all.” She blushed and smiled. “That's true. But guys my age are so obnoxious anyway. They're so immature. They're not like you, you know.” My turn to blush a bit. “Well, I'm a lot different than I was at your age, Michelle. I think guys might just be nervous to talk to you because they think you're out of their league. But you can be the change,” I said somewhat jokingly, “and be the one that asks a guy out”! “Hah! My mom always said a strong woman just goes after what she wants… but you think I'm out of guys' leagues?” “Well, I don't really buy into the whole ‘leagues' thing. That's a very naive way of looking at things. But I do think guys can be intimidated by a woman who's smart and pretty.” I poured myself another glass and decided to top her glass off as well. As the wine worked its magic on me, I started to amp up the flirting and banter. I figured it was a bit of harmless fun and would help boost her confidence. Clearing the plates, I told her I'd have dessert out and that we ought to sit on the sofa. She made her way to the living room while I scooped out a couple servings of gelato. Taking a seat next to her, but not too close, I couldn't help but notice her beauty again. Her shorts had hiked up a bit, exposing almost all of those long, long legs. Her lips looked luscious as she licked the gelato from them between bites. I noticed her nipples poking through her shirt, no doubt caused by the strong A/C that was blowing over us, but quickly averted my gaze before she caught me. My eyes landed upon her wine glass, which seemed fuller than when I had left the table. The little minx had poured herself a bit more. “Well, that was delicious” I proclaimed as I turned on my speakers and put on some jazz. “It really was. Thank you for cooking for me, Milo,” she responded as she took a big swig from her glass. “Easy there, slow and steady” I said. We talked a bit more, enjoying the sounds of Coltrane's “Kind of Blue” as we worked on the wine. I excused myself to use the bathroom, and when I came back I noticed she had polished off her glass. I sat down and she smiled at me. “I brought some dessert for you too,” she said. What happened next was unimaginable. In the blink of an eye, she moved around and swung one leg over my lap so that she was straddling me, and she immediately kissed me on the lips. Feeling shocked and a bit unsure of what the hell was going on, I didn't reciprocate, and then pulled away. “What the hell, Michelle?” “What?” she responded, somewhat curtly. “We can't… you're my student –” “I thought you found me attractive –” “Yeah, I think you're gorgeous, but –” “So just have some fun with me,” and she went in for another kiss. Blame it on the wine, or the breakup, or the fact that I had a hot, eager, willing young temptress on my lap, but something in me finally broke. This time, I opened up my mouth and met her kiss with vigor. Our tongues swirled around each other, engaged in a dance of lust and passion. My hands moved from my sides to her body, grabbing hold of her pert, tight booty. Her arms were over my shoulders, her fingers scratching my back. The smell of her perfume was intoxicating, and I felt like I was losing all sense of time. As the kissing continued, our arousal grew. I was hard as a rock, spurred on by her hips moving back and forth, grinding her womanhood against my crotch. After what seemed like ages, I moved her off of me and had her sitting on the couch again, facing forward. We made out like horny teenagers (which made sense for her) while I decided to push things further. With one arm over her shoulders, I pulled her top down until her beautiful tits were spilling out over the shirt and bra. It had been quite a while since I'd seen such perfection. For an Asian girl, she had pretty big breasts, with quarter-sized areolas and small, very erect, brown nipples. Using my right hand, I started to tease and twist one nipple, eliciting a sexy moan from the teen beauty. “Does that feel good?” “Oh; yes; yes.” Drunk with passion, I then began snaking my other hand down along her taut, firm tummy and arrived at the waistband of her shorts. Deftly undoing the button, I then pushed down behind her panties and felt around for the real prize. As my fingers brushed her labia, she moaned. The little slut was soaking wet, and she began grinding her mound onto my hand as I switched from one nipple to another. “You like that?” “Yes; oh god!” she breathed heavily. A couple fingers made their way into her tight hole, while my palm rubbed against her clit. I pumped my fingers in and out, and I could tell she was rapidly working her way to a climax. I was running on pure instinct at this point, and one of my instincts was to tease. I liked to work a woman up quite a lot before letting her cum, and I intended to do just that with little Michelle. Her breaths grew shorter, and I pulled my hand away as she was preparing for the peak of pleasure. “Oh my god” she panted, “oh my god!” She reached over to me and pulled me in for a sloppy, horny kiss. This time she moved her hand to my pants and began to rub my dick, and I decided to help by undoing my belt and pulling my pants down. “Have you ever sucked a dick before?” “I did one time at this party last year… it was a stupid drunk hookup,” she responded as she moved down to her knees. I didn't even have to ask her to do it, she just did it. Michelle marveled at my penis. I always figured I was a bit bigger than average, but not pornstar huge. “His was definitely not as big though.” Michelle opened her mouth and greedily began to work her magic on my shaft. For a supposedly inexperienced girl, she was surprisingly adept at pleasing me. With a bit of guidance, she got the stroking just right while she teased the tip with her tongue, and she even paid attention to my balls. “Oh; oh god, that feels fucking great” I told her. “Um, you like it?” “I fucking love it.” After a few minutes, she pulled away briefly to shed her clothes. She peeled away her shirt and undid her bra, letting those beautiful orbs hang freely. I had forgotten how perky and firm teen tits were. Standing up, she wiggled out of her shorts and tossed them aside unceremoniously before resuming her position on her knees. This time, she got very sloppy with the head, and within minutes she had covered much of her face in spit and pre-cum. I was approaching my own climax, and didn't want the fun to end with just a blowjob. I pulled her away and asked, “where the hell did you learn how to do this?” “Well,” she blushed, “I watch porn. A lot of porn.” God bless the internet. I stood up and took off the rest of my clothes as well. We embraced and made out, passionately but not too intensely. I felt up her perfect tits and ass while she continued stroking my cock. “Let's go to my bedroom,” taking her by the hand and leading her to my quarters. “Lay down on your back.” Michelle crawled onto the luxurious bed and turned over on to her back. My eyes drank up the tantalizing image before me. Michelle was no longer my student, she was my Venus. A sex goddess. Her long legs, her shaved mound, her lovely breasts, that cover model face. I noticed the tan lines around her pussy and on her tits and imagined her laying out in the nude to tan and take care of them. “Have you ever been eaten out?” “No…” she responded shyly. “But I need it.” I dutifully knelt at the foot of the bed, gazing at the perfect cunt before me. Shaved, as I had mentioned, with thin pussy lips and a small but aroused clit. Glistening with her womanly juices, ready to be lapped up. I dove in and began working her gingerly at first, teasing her folds and her clit with my tongue. I wasn't the best at eating pussy, but I knew not to overthink it: just explore their sacred part until you find what really flips the switch. As my tongue darted around, Michelle began the climb up the hill of orgasm. Her breathing intensified, and her tunnel was practically flooding with arousal. Her moans echoed throughout the bedroom and I could feel her hands gripping the comforter. This time I made sure to take her all the way over the edge; I wanted her first oral experience to be one to remember. My fingers went to work on her clit, rubbing it frantically. “Oh… oh… I… oh… OH… Oh Fuck! Fuck!” she shouted as her body began to convulse, her mound involuntarily pushing back onto my face as she came. “Fuck… fuck… that was… so good…” she panted deliriously. I couldn't help but feel a bit proud of myself for what I had done. Any inhibitions I had had an hour before were gone. Student and tutor, friend and mentor, all those relations were done. We were two horny lovers, and I decided to push for the final prize. “Michelle, have you had sex before?” The girl was still coming down from her orgasmic high. “No… I'm a virgin.” “Could have fooled me,” which she chuckled at. “Like I said… I watch a lot of porn. I've never had sex, though. I've never been with a guy I wanted to have sex with.” “I understand.” “But now I have. I want you, Milo.” I laid down next to her and kissed her and caressed her. We carried on the heavy petting for a few minutes and then I pulled away, turning over to grab my condoms from the nightstand. “If you're not ready, we don't have to.” I may have been horny, but I was still a gentleman, and I did not want to pressure the young girl into doing something she'd regret. “I'm ready. I need you” she responded while looking me in the eye with the kind of gaze you only get from a woman who's ready to take you. I quickly fished out the rubber and slipped it onto my cock. I stood up and walked around to the foot of the bed again, pulling Michelle a bit closer. I mounted the bed, spreading her legs as I placed the throbbing head at the entrance to her pussy. Looking her in the eyes, I asked if she was ready. She nodded and I began to push. Much like the perkiness of young boobs, I had also forgotten just how tight a fresh cunt could be. As my penis parted her, I could feel her tighten up. She was operating on another level of ecstasy. My head met her virginal wall, and we locked eyes again. I held one hand and she simply nodded. Michelle let out a quick yelp as I claimed my prize. Her hand squeezed mine for a moment, and I made sure to give her a few seconds to adjust. Once her breathing slowed a bit, I kissed her passionately and began the ancient ritual. I slid in and out, in and out, maintaining a steady rhythm as I savored the tightness of her velvety walls against my dick. “Oh… god… oh… it's… so… good…” “Uh, uh… god, Michelle, fuck…” As her vagina continued to loosen up to accommodate my shaft, I picked up the pace. I moved my arms to go underneath her shoulders, sort of hooking them with my hands. Her legs wrapped around my back and her hands were below my shoulders. As I pounded her harder and faster, she seemed to be pulling me in with her legs, while her nails began to scratch at my back. By IAmJohnGalt1 for Literotica

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Chapter 3: Stephanie's mom gets down and Tim fucks up. By LiminallySpaced. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. A little while back, on one of the warmer days that pop up in the early spring, I had gone out for a run. I liked running. It was a great way to clear my head of all the usual junk that weighs heavily on the mind of a high school senior. It was also the only other method of stress relief that worked besides jerking off, which on that day I had made a conscious attempt not to do. [[MORE]] Running didn't stop my mind from still casually wandering in a more hormone-inspired direction, however. I thought about the color of lip gloss Suzie Travino wore to school the other day, and how hot it was that those same lips came so close to sucking on my friend Tara's cunt. As straight-laced and book minded as they come, the thought that even the class valedictorian was no match for Tara's dark eyes and oozing sexuality was very arousing. It was even more arousing to wonder whether Suzie's boyfriend Mike knew his girlfriend might be a "two sport athlete." Mostly, though, my dirty mind wandered to Sarah, the gorgeous redhead who lived next door, and who was the object of all of my strongest unrequited affection. I had considered asking her to prom, but seeing as we hardly knew each other, I assumed it was a long shot at best. Still, seeing her in a form fitting prom dress, fiery hair done up, perfect breasts held high by colorful fabric, flawless lipstick accenting her luminescent smile, would be a highlight, whether she was there with me, or with someone else. I thought about who that someone else might be, and whether he might be lucky enough to see her prom dress bunched up on his floor, or feel her perfectly painted lips slide up and down his cock. Tired and sweaty, I returned home to find my front door locked. I patted myself down, but in my haste to get out the door, I had once again forgotten my keys. Looking out to the street I saw that Sandy and Don's car was parked in its usual spot, so I decided to make my way up to their unit. Knocking once, there was no answer. I tried the handle, and found it was locked as well. Normally I would have just found somewhere else to go, but my legs were aching, I desperately needed a glass of water, and they had given me an open invitation to their home, whether or not they were there. That was enough justification for my sweaty, over-exerted brain, so I grabbed the key under the mat and went in. The house was quiet. I knew Stephanie would be at work, and I assumed Sandy and Don had taken their other car out together. The front door opened into the kitchen, so I wandered toward the sink in search of water. Grabbing a pint glass, I held it under the faucet, my hand on the knob, but just before I turned it, my ears perked up as a long moan floated down the hallway. A deep moan. A man's moan. I froze. Another deep moan, longer this time. Glass still in hand, I moved silent toward the doorway that led to the hall, and paused. Another moan, punctuated with a long, drawn out "Fuck," followed closely by a smokey, feminine voice asking "yeah, does that feel good?" That was definitely Sandy's voice. I could have left. I SHOULD have left. I should have quietly left them to their privacy and waited outside for Kelly to come home and let me in. That's what a rational mind would do. I, however, was not thinking rationally. Between my post-run exhaustion and the growing tightness in my shorts, my voyeuristic, animal brain took over, and I slowly, quietly started my way down the hallway toward the sound, cock first. The moans continued as I moved silently through the darkened hallway, my body vibrating at the forbidden thrill of what I was doing. Sandy's encouraging dirty talk continued guiding me toward the living room entryway. "Umm yeah, you like that, don't you?" she cooed. A long masculine moan answered. My gaze rounded the slight corner of the entryway, falling into the living room. I stopped dead in my tracks. My awkward angle caused the majority of the scene to be obscured, but what I could see were bare legs, a man's legs, splayed out from the edge of a comfortable easy chair. Between those legs knelt Sandy. Her blonde hair done up in a messy bun that reminded me of Stephanie, Sandy knelt on a pillow, wearing nothing but a black G-string. Her hands were slowly running up and down the considerable length of a thick, hard cock. Glistening and wet, she treated this cock like it was a work of art, cooing as her hands explored every ridge and bump, periodically encouraging a sudden throb followed by a pleasurable grunt. As the work of her gliding hands drew out another deep, prolonged moan of pleasure, a big, warm smile formed on her lips. The same big, warm smile I had seen countless times at neighborhood cookouts, or hanging out in the kitchen with my step mom Kelly. Her lips formed that smile, and then opened wide as she lowered her head, taking the bulbous tip of the glistening cock into her mouth. He gasped. She moaned. Eyes closed as she savored the feeling of this big, thick piece of meat in her mouth, her head started to bob up and down in time with her stroking hands. They moved slowly, as one, twisting and sucking, accenting the pattern with a slight slurping sound whenever she reached the tip. Masculine moans mixed with the higher-pitched moans of her equal pleasure. It was quite clear that Sandy, the friendly housewife, genuinely loved to suck cock. My own cock was hard and desperate for release as it throbbed against the confines of my tight athletic shorts. Her mouth came off the end of his cock with a pop, and she smiled at him while still stroking. Then, removing her hands, she squeezed both of his big balls gently, and took the entire length of cock right down her throat. I almost audibly gasped, but I stopped myself. My hand drifted down and squeezed my full balls. A loud masculine moan, and a long "Fuck me!" followed as she slid back up to the tip, rolling her tongue around the head, then sinking the big cock all the way down her throat a second, third, fourth, fifth time. This was an intensely intimate experience between two adults. I knew I did not belong there, but I was completely entranced. Of course Sandy was a sexual person, she and Don had a very flirtatious relationship full of ass pinches and P D A, but my whole being was transfixed by the knowledge that this sweet woman could deepthroat a cock like a pro. I should have left, but instead I stayed, and continued rubbing my hard dick through my shorts. In my time as a horned-up virgin, I had spent many, many hours masturbating, becoming fluent in all manner of pornography. As anyone does, I developed my own fetishes and preferences for the kinds of acts and images that really got me going. After discovering a love for large, natural breasts and oral sex videos, I surprised myself the night an extra intense orgasm revealed to me an intense preference for cumshots and facials. The one act that was an absolute favorite of mine, however, was one that combined all of my fairly vanilla fetishes into one: when a woman would wrap her luscious breasts around a hard, wet cock, and fuck it with her tight cleavage until the inevitable white eruption. This is why I didn't leave. Because after a final, long sheathing with her throat that left that large cock coated in thick saliva still stringing to her lip, Sandy rose up higher, leaned in, and with a broad, lusty smile squeezed her buoyant tits around that cock, and started to slowly slide them up and down. This is why, watching my upstairs neighbor, the organizer of the soccer team bake sale, fuck this long, throbbing cock between her heavy mature tits, I reached into my pants, released my own cock, and started stroking along in time. Sandy was moaning with every hot stroke. A smile on her face, she kept eye contact with her obscured partner as her body writhed up and down, milking this cock closer and closer toward orgasm. She cooed when the fat, straining head would peek out through her cleavage on the down stroke, and occasionally she would dip her tongue down and lick it, smiling that lusty smile every time. Don was a lucky man. The masculine moans were getting longer and louder. Those legs she knelt between started to twitch and stretch. Sandy picked up her pace. So did I. I was awash with forbidden eroticism, not only in what I was witnessing, but in the danger inherent in what I was doing. I should stop. Now. All reason left my mind as they reached a fever pitch, both breaths growing rabid and wanton. He was close. So was I. It was then that he suddenly pushed Sandy back and stood up, his cock proud and dominant, reaching toward her gasping face. She sank back on her heels and looked up at him. I followed her eyes up, and internally gasped myself as I saw the face of the man standing over her, a man who was most definitely not her husband Don! With one of her hands caressing his swollen balls while the other milked his straining cock, Sandy tipped her head back. She started furiously stroking, and the mystery man began grunting and shaking, all the while Sandy whispered erotic words of encouragement. "That's it, cum for me,” My pace increased, my heart a jackhammer in my chest and in my cock. “ give it to me, give me your load,” The man reached his boiling point, and put his free hand on the side of her head to steady himself. The hand on his cock was a blur, and a long, drawn out moan snaked out of his throat just as Sandy gave one final instruction: "Cum for me." Eyes still locked onto his, she opened her mouth wide as the first jet of hot love careened out of his pulsing cockhead, drawing a long, white slash from her chin to her hairline. Her open mouth smiled and she squealed in excitement as two, three, four, five, thick ropes of cum splattered recklessly into her mouth and onto her lips and chin. Remembering the pint glass in my hand, I quickly placed it over the head of my screaming prick as the sight of Sandy dripping in cum triggered my own orgasm. Pleasure surged through me as I painted the inside of the glass, desperately trying to stay silent as I throbbed through one of the most intense orgasms of my life. I looked back at the semen-splattered Sandy, thick strands dripping off her chin onto the swell of her fantastic breasts. She closed her cum-filled mouth, and I saw her throat pulse as she swallowed. She then took his still spasming cock into her mouth and lovingly sucked him clean as his breathing began its trek back to normalcy. I too was coming down, and in a haze I took one final look at this gorgeous, love-stained creature, so satisfied with a job well done. I froze as I heard a third voice. "Oh my God, baby, that was so fucking hot" bellowed out from a place in the room I couldn't see. Then, stepping into my eye line was Don, her husband! He was just as naked as the others, his own generously-sized cock fresh and erect. In his hands was a video camera. He took his time recording the scene, stroking himself slowly, with Sandy making sure to show off her glistening face and assets for his lens. Then he passed off filming duties to the mystery man and placed his hands lovingly on her head. Her hands ran up and down his legs, electric with lust, and they both moaned as he slid his cock between her still-cum-covered lips and began slowly thrusting. In an abrupt moment of post-nut clarity, I realized I needed to get out of there now. Quietly, but quickly, I shuffled my way back down the hallway, through the kitchen, and out the front door, making sure it was locked as I left. Hustling my way outside I took a moment to reflect on what I had just seen. Not only was Stephanie's mom Sandy, the unassuming housewife, a skilled and passionate cocksucker and a total fiend for cum, but she and her husband Don seemed to be extremely open with their sex life, including a third person, as well as recording highly explicit pornographic video of the event. I shouldn't know this. No one should know this. I wanted to see those videos. What other depraved things did Don and Sandy get up to behind closed doors? No, it wasn't my business. It was no one's business! I looked down at the pint glass still in my hand, the bottom third frosted with the pearly memories of what I had witnessed. My cock twitched. That first study session with Stephanie was tough. The subject wasn't the problem, that was no sweat, it was just that I was having a hard time focusing. We were sitting in the very living room where I watched her mom throat some stranger's huge cock, and every time she smiled or addressed me, all I could picture was her on her knees, huge tits out, her smiling face drenched in jizz. It was distracting, to say the least. Citing my allergy to cats as an excuse, I asked if there was another room we might be able to work in. After a short thought, Stephanie smiled wryly and said "follow me. But don't get any ideas." We entered her bedroom. Her room was decorated in the usual contradictions of a college-aged girl living in the home she grew up in. Philosophy text book here, old teeny bopper magazine there, etc. I scanned the room, my eyes landing on her bed right as Stephanie quickly shut the drawer of the bedside table. That bed. Sheets unmade and wild, I imagined her kicking them into a frenzy as her legs flailed from one of the many orgasms I've heard slip down through the cracks in her floor and into my bedroom down below. And what was in that drawer that she needed to shut so quickly? "Trying to hide your vibrator?" I said, seeing an opening to strike and taking it. She snorted a bit incredulously, but I swore I saw some color rush into her cheeks. "You wish, perv," she said, finally. Though her bedroom provided its own unique set of distractions we managed to get work done. We worked well together, and it began a trend where three times a week we'd meet in her room to study. The more time we spent together, the more her guard came down, and we actually got to know each other as people. Our sessions seemed to get longer, with more and more time spent just hanging out together. Don't get me wrong, every now and then, when Stephanie was getting bored with the material, she'd drop a bra strap, or reach over to get something in a way that made her perfect, athletic ass rise like Kilimanjaro over the Serengeti just to fuck with me, but generally we had a good time. Dare I say we were becoming friends. In the following weeks, Tara continued her words of caution, and almost shit her pants when I told her why I was so distracted that first time. She was very interested in the details, especially those of Don's cock, and was effusive in her appreciation for Sandy's sexual confidence. I knew it was turning her on, and I knew she'd be enjoying that one-two-three, one-two-three vibration pattern later that night while thinking about it. Rachel and I still talked, but I'd be lying if I said I was thinking about her that often. I knew her prom was coming up, occurring a few weeks before my prom, and honestly I was dreading it. Despite the thought of seeing those massive mammaries of hers in a slinky prom dress, I wasn't expecting to have much fun at a prom where I would know exactly zero other people. I thought about that same feeling for Stephanie as my prom date, and just hoped that our new found friendship would be enough to help her enjoy the night. As time passed, I started to feel bad about our arrangement. It was a request made as a power play, and now that I had gotten to know her I felt bad that I was exploiting her. At the same time, however, I was desperate to see her lithe, tanned body move hypnotically on the dance floor, to put my hands on her hips as we slow danced. I felt bad, but these thoughts of Stephanie still occupied my fantasies as I stroked myself off at night, especially the nights when I'd get home from a study session, only to hear those moans, and that short-short-long cry of release trickle down into my room as the night grew longer. What can I say: I was a teenage boy; full of hormonal contradictions. Our final study session arrived, and we both knew Stephanie was ready. Her test was that coming Friday, the same day as Rachel's prom, and so after our final run through of the material, we decided to have a bit of a celebration. Her parents were gone for the evening, so out came the glasses, and along with it the booze. We were nice and relaxed, sitting on opposite ends of the living room couch, and as we got comfortably buzzed, our conversation began to get more revealing. The booze had put me in a mood, and she got a good chuckle listening to me moan about having to go to Rachel's prom. "You know, I don't get you, TImmy," She remarked, stretching out her long legs towards me on the couch. She was wearing those loose-fitting short shorts, and they bunched up around her crotch, so I could see every inch of those drool-worthy stems. The way they gleamed in the light implied they were freshly shaved and moisturized. They were a work of art. "Oh?" I asked. "Yeah," she said, wiggling the toes on her sock-covered feet, "you've got a date; you've got Two dates; and you're still acting like you're the last single person on the planet." "Yeah two dates; single-evening dates; one with a church girl I'm not even really interested in, and the other is basically a joke. It's not exactly like my love life is on fire,” I trailed off. Stephanie took a drink, her eyes lingering on her glass momentarily. "What about that girl Tara?" she asked, her eyes flicking back up at me intently. "What about her?" "Have you guys ever hooked up?" Her legs shifted together slightly as she asked. The image of my spent cock in my hand, and a dash of my cum dripping on Tara's perfect breast flashed before my eyes. I swallowed hard, and answered "No." Stephanie seemed to relax a bit as she said "that's too bad; she's a hottie." "She's one of my best friends. Plus, she's got plenty of better people than me to choose from." I took a big gulp from my drink, which was already making me quite warm inside. "I'm just really bad at all that stuff. My virginity is destined to remain intact for a long time." Stephanie snickered. Oh fuck, what did I just say? Goddamnit I just gave Stephanie some epic ammo. I winced, waiting for her to deliver a scud missile of tease and torment. I waited, but all that came was a long silence. She had the upper hand and didn't take it. Seizing this rare moment, I changed the subject. "What about you?" I asked. One long leg bent up toward her stomach, almost in defense. "What ABOUT me?" "Are you seeing anyone? I've never seen you with a guy around here or anything, " Stephanie chortled in laughter, "Oh God. I would never bring anybody here in a million years. Not with My parents around, " "No?" "No way," she shook her head, laughing, "they seem pretty cool and casual, but they're really uptight when it comes to sex." The image of Stephanie's mom Sandy sucking her husband's dick on camera while dripping with another man's cum flashed in my mind. My dick twitched. "Oh yeah?" Stephanie sat up now and leaned toward me, getting into it, one foot tucked under her ass, another down on the floor. "Yeah, the One time I brought someone over, they FREAKED out!" she said, taking a big sip, "I got out of work early and had the house to myself, so we were making out on the couch, and then my parents came busting in and Lose it. They made this big scene in front of these friends from church or whatever that came to hang out, " Yeah, hang out, “ and so from then on I said never again." She shook her head, taking another sip, "I don't tell them anything, and they don't ask. They probably still think I'm a virgin, too." My cock twitched again. I was at an important crossroad. The next thing I said would hold a lot of weight, and determine very distinctly which direction the conversation would go in. I could hit the ejector button, change the subject, and continue happily on my way, or I could listen to the booze in my brain, and the churn in my balls. "So you're not, then?" I said as my stupid balls won out. Stephanie stared at me, cocking a single eyebrow. There was a long pause, and then a languid “ not what?" Balls still in control, I doubled down. "Not a virgin." There was another long pause. I thought about all the names Stephanie was about to call me, about all the good will and budding friendship I had just launched out the window. I was a perv, and she was going to let me know it. A smirk slowly formed on her lips. This was it! She leaned back again, long legs stacked on top of each other in a relaxed state. She was reveling in the hammer she was about to drop on ol' Timmy the Perv! "No, I'm not." was all she said. The ball was in her court, and she just bounced it back to me. My cock flexed as the image of those long, golden legs wrapped around some lucky guy as he slipped his cock in and out of her wet cunt struck like a lightning bolt across my brain. My balls still in control, I pressed on. “ when did you lose it?" The question didn't phase her in the least. She had a more inquisitive look on her face now; she was ready to play this game. And boy did she know how to play. "Which one?" She asked. I froze. I didn't know how to react to that one. "Guy or girl?" The question of virginity immediately left my mind. There were more interesting subjects on the table, now, subjects that almost caused my internal spank bank matrix to explode. "You're into girls too?" I managed to sputter out. "Sure," she said, taking another drink, "I've probably hooked up with more girls than guys, actually." "Really?" I shifted in my seat to try and hide the iron bar in my pants. "Like who?" "I can't believe I'm telling you this,” The question caused her to blush ever so slightly as she weighed giving me the details. In that moment she wasn't my step sister's friend, the older girl who liked to torment me, she was just an excited, horny kid. Just like me. It was strangely endearing. Finally, she took a big pull on her drink and told me a story that would live in my imagination for the rest of my life. "So you know that redhead that lives next door? Sarah?" "Uh-huh" I choked. I knew Sarah, of course I knew Sarah. Sarah was the fire-haired object of my unrequited lust, the mysterious literal girl next door who I regularly fantasized about making passionate love to. "She and I had a bit of a thing last summer," she said with a cheeky smile. It was a strange feeling, hearing that revelation, and my body was overcome with a barrage of simultaneous emotions. On the one hand, I was surprised. Still processing Stephanie's sapphic admission, and had no idea that it would hit so close to home. On the other hand, I was kind of angry. It was the kind of ridiculous anger that only a hormonal teenager can bear unironically, the anger of a guy who felt a misplaced sense of ownership over the fictionalized sex life of a girl he's never talked to. Overall though, I felt a level of horniness that was making me sweat. My back was cold, my cock was hard, and above all else, I desperately needed to hear the rest of this story. "Oh yeah? How'd that happen?" I fluttered, hoping against hope that Stephanie was too drunk to notice how turned on I was. "She and I would get home from work around the same time every day, so we just started chatting regularly. She's just this super nice, quiet girl, so I didn't think much of it, but then,” she paused, remembering fondly, “ we ran into each other at a party over at The Spot." The Spot was the all-purpose hang out for the older teens looking to cut loose out of the prying eyes of their parents. Equal parts hook up place and bonfire party location, many beers and bodily fluids had been spilt there over the years. I had never been there. "We got to talking, and there was a definite vibe. I thought she was dating some guy in my year, but it didn't seem to matter. We eventually wandered off past the tree line,” she trailed off. “ And?" My stupid, stupid balls made me say. I don't know if it was the booze, or if she was as turned on as me, but something made her continue. "We went over to the clearing by the big old tree, and started making out," she chuckled, and absentmindedly ran her hand over the inside of one of her thick, perfect thighs. "She was getting so hot, breathing heavy and writhing around, and I just couldn't help it; I slid my hand down her body, and under the waistband of her jean short shorts. "I stopped, and she looked at me, with those big green eyes, and just, nodded." Stephanie had a far-away look in her eyes. Her legs started to shift. I could see her hard nipples through the fabric of her shirt. "She had a big sweatshirt on, so I couldn't get at her tits, but it didn't matter. I had my hand down her pants, and, God, she was soaking wet, I just rubbed her cunt while we made out. "Her breath was heavy, and she just kept saying 'yes, yes, yes' and then she grabbed my wrist, and I felt her cunt squeeze my fingers. She came So hard." I don't think I had drawn a single breath in minutes. "You know, it's funny," she continued, "I thought maybe it was her first time or something, but then,” the pause was murder. “ then she pushed me over, practically tore my shorts off, and dove tongue first between my legs!" she said, laughing hysterically. "Oh my God." I managed to squeak out "Yeah I know," she chuckled, "she was good, too. So yeah, from then on every now and then I would sneak over to her place and we would fuck in her bedroom." They would fuck in Sarah's bedroom; the bedroom I could see into from my bathroom window. My drunken mind immediately transported me to my bathroom, fantasizing watching through the blinds as this girl I had known for years, my step-sister's best friend, rode the gorgeous face of my most intense crush, a face I had dreamed of painting white with cum many times myself. I couldn't feel my fingers. "It's a good thing we went over to her place, too, because her house was usually empty and I am, not quiet." she said with an embarrassed chuckle. So let's take a second here, At that moment, I was drunk in my step-sister's best friend's living room, a living room that I watched her mom give a weapons' grade blow job in, by the way, and she had just finished telling me the story about how she had been fucking the girl of my dreams in a bedroom I could see from my bathroom window. My cock was so hard I didn't even know what universe I was in. Which is why I need a little bit of understanding when, in my severely chemically altered state, I said the absolute worst possible thing imaginable. Three words that would put my face forever in the dictionary next to "dumbass." I chuckled along with Stephanie, and said "Yeah, I know." Stephanie's face turned to a puzzled scrunch. A long pause followed. "What do you mean 'you know'?" In denial of the sudden mood change, I thought we were still in honesty mode. Or at least that's what my dumbass rationalized as I leaned on the truth to set me free. "I can hear you; sound travels pretty easily through the floorboards and into my room," I chuckled before hanging myself, “ I can hear you when you, " Suddenly the room was ice cold. Stephanie's smokey glare turned to piercing daggers. I immediately knew what I had done. Afterward I would try to rationalize it, to convince myself she was overreacting, but I knew the truth: everything before this point had been intimate and private, sure, but it was information she CHOSE to share with me. What I had just revealed was a violation; a moment meant for only her that was now ruined by the knowledge that her intimate pleasure was now an unwilling performance. "Get out." I pause, speechless, not knowing what to do. "Stephanie, I; " "Get the fuck out!" she asserted forcefully. I got the message that time. I gathered my things in an embarrassed, drunken stupor, and hustled my way out of her apartment. My cock shriveled. Chapter 4: Rachel's prom brings new experiences for Tim. "Do you want me to teach you how to eat cunt?" The shocking words hardly registered in my brain as I slumped against the couch in Tara's basement. She was trying to cheer me up after I told her about how thoroughly I had botched things with Stephanie. "What for?" I murmured "Well you may have royally fucked up with Stephanie, but you've still got Rachel's prom to go to tomorrow, and you're gonna wanna be prepared if you get called in off the bench!" She exclaimed. My eyes limply shifted over to her spot on the floor. "What makes you think I don't know how to eat cunt?" I inquired. "Truth or dare," "Truth" "Have you ever eaten cunt?" “ no." "Well there you go," she remarked, an "I told you so" look on her face. I thought about what this lesson might entail; maybe Tara, legs spread and bottomless, fingers parting her lips to show me the pearl of her clit and how to massage it with my tongue; maybe pressing her fingers up inside her cunt in search of her G-spot. Maybe she'd even invite me to try. All of these lewd thoughts about one of my best friends passed through my mind, and my cock barely moved. My fuck up with Stephanie had affected me greatly. We hadn't spoken in the days since the incident, and not a single sound, sexual or otherwise, had filtered its way down through the floorboards of her room above into my room below. I had made an ass out of myself, and more importantly I had hurt her. I had hurt Stephanie, a former tormentor who now I dare say I considered a friend. But now, I didn't know where we stood, and I certainly didn't know what it meant for me in terms of having a date for my own prom. The one thing I did know is that for the first time in years, I went multiple days without masturbating. Digital messages with Rachel did nothing for me. They had mostly been logistics for Friday, the day I would accompany this chaste choir girl to her school's prom. It was an agreement I made in the moments after orgasm that I had come to dread, and though I would never back out, any reminder of the impending evening did nothing for my libido, especially under the current circumstances. Even in the moments she attempted to be flirty, I barely engaged. What was the point? In my room, in the moments where I would usually be rock hard, stroking it to the angelic sounds of Stephanie's cresting orgasm, it was just quiet. A heavy quiet that did nothing to arouse, and everything to remind me of how violated she had felt. Tara did her best to cheer me up. "Listen, Miller, it sucks, I know, but you fucked up." She wasn't doing a great job. "You remember what I told you in the car that time?" She said, eyebrows raised. Tara had told me there was more to Stephanie than it seemed; that she might actually be into me; but I never believed it. Even so, any affection that had been there had to be long gone now. I nodded. "Well you may have hurt her more than you actually realize," she said, a slight lilt of sadness to her voice. Sensing the dour shift in tone, she quickly livened things back up. "I mean don't get me wrong, I know it was super hot to jerk off to her moans coming through the floor; I mean, shit, I've even thought about it myself once or twice to get my vibrator to hit the right spot, but you can't Tell her that!" I thought momentarily about Tara riding her vibrator, the one with the one-two-three, one-two-three buzzing pattern she liked. My cock didn't move. Something about her phrasing though; was she saying she would touch herself while thinking about hearing Stephanie's moans through the floor? Or while thinking about Me, jerking off while hearing Stephanie's moans through the floor? In the moment the thought was fleeting, but I would run it over in my mind again later. "So what's this mean for Our prom," she asked after a long pause, "do you still have a date?" "Honestly, I've got no fucking clue, Tara, but signs definitely point to no." My eyes drifted down to the floor as a heaping helping of teenage shame and self loathing set in. "She only was going as a goof anyway, she didn't actually want to be there." "Oh, Jesus, cry me a river," Tara said, popping me one in the shoulder. "I'll tell you what: why don't you forget about it, and you and me can go together?" she suggested, an uncharacteristic brightness in her voice. "Us go together?" This idea got my attention. "But what about Chris?" It got my attention because it was a very odd suggestion. Tara had gotten a date for the prom very, very quickly. She had a dark sexiness to her that was catnip to the young and horny, regardless of gender. She pretty much had her the choice of anyone she wanted, and she chose to accept the invitation of Chris Nivens, the star of the drama club. Legitimately talented, he was the star of every production our school put on, and had the cocky attitude to go with it. He was always shitty to me, and I didn't like him. I tried to be civil about it for Tara's sake though. Tara wasn't a drama student herself, but she definitely had a drama student aesthetic, and loved the parties they would throw. It had been told that she and Chris had been seen at said parties making out in the corner on more than one occasion, and word had spread that one time Chris had been fingering her right out in the open in front of everyone. Unfazed by another rumor about her, she assured me that even though it sounded "hot as fuck," it was definitely not true. I believed her, but I'd be lying if I said I hadn't thought about that image here and there, cock in hand. Of Tara perched up on an end table in a dark corner of a dimly lit room, Chris' hand tucked deep between her spread legs as they kissed, fingers thrusting in and out of her sopping-wet center while a room full of others mingled and danced nearby. Would she cum? Would the music be loud enough to hide her cries if she did? All of these thoughts had coaxed more than one messy load out of my balls, but at this moment it was all quiet on the western front in my pants. Tara got up and went over to the mini fridge to grab another soda. Her thin, high-waisted pants held tight around her curves as she moved, the legs flaring out down by her feet, flapping loosely with each step. The mention of Chris seemed to trigger something. "Change of plans," she finally said flatly, her back to me. She didn't tell me then, and I didn't press the issue, but later I'd find out exactly what that change of plans entailed. Tara had hung around the school auditorium one night, waiting for play rehearsals to end. She had told me of her plan previously, as it was her intention to make sure she and Chris had some alone time up in the "Juliet's Balcony" stage set. While on her knees, topless, sucking his dick, he had started to get very aggressive, grabbing her hair, fucking her face, calling her a "good slut" and a "dirty whore." Now Tara never met a kink she didn't like, but there was an anger behind his actions, and a lack of control on her part that made her start to panic. She pushed him off her, and tried to calm him down. He then backed her to the edge of the balcony, pulling her skirt up, and called her a slut again as he tried to force himself on her. One solid elbow across the nose from Tara later, Chris was off her, and she was out of there. The following day she overheard someone talking about how "Chris fucked Tara in the balcony set." "Just another thing people say about me behind my back," she would say, dismissively. I had always wondered why Chris' nose was too broken for him to perform in the play. He was a piece of shit. When the prospect of prom had initially rolled around, I had deeply wanted Tara to be my date. I really hated that Chris had snapped her up, so this new opportunity seemed like one I should jump on. I agreed it was a great plan. She smiled a big, beaming smile. My eyes glanced down, and I could have sworn I saw the cast shadow of hard nipples through her lacy red top. It must have been the cold air from the mini fridge. Even though my mind was still on my blunder with Stephanie, my anticipation of the prom was reinvigorated by this new development with Tara. It was going to be fun, that was guaranteed, but first I had to make it through the other prom, Rachel's prom, which now loomed more like a chore than a fun outing. I should have been thinking about having a fun time with some new people, but all I could think about as I got ready was Stephanie. Today was the day of her big test, and I had no idea how she fared on it. As I walked out to my car, done up fine in my rented tux, I paused, and looked up at the second floor windows of her unit. I was hoping to see any sign of life, but still curtains were all I saw. I fumbled for my keys, reliving again the events of that evening when a voice came from behind me. "Oooh, fancy - where you off to tonight?" It wasn't a voice I immediately recognized. Turning, I saw pale legs stemming from rust-colored shorts, the swell of an ample bosom under a fashionable jacket, emerald green eyes, and a mane of flowing red hair. It was Sarah, the girl next door. The one whose room I could see into from my bathroom window. The one I intensely lusted after. The one Stephanie used to fuck. "I'm going to a prom for a school a couple towns over," I offered back in a friendly manner. "Ooh, two proms huh?" she joked back. She was carrying a bag of groceries that she shifted to her other hip as she reached for her house keys. "You're a man in demand, I see, " She bounced her eyebrows at me in a suggestive manner before hitting me again with a flawless smile. Rachel's prom was a million miles away now as I laughed, and frantically searched for a way to extend the conversation. "What're you up tonight?" I finally blurted out. "Not much," she said casually, "just having a friend over to hang. She had this big test thing today, so we're just gonna chill and decompress a bit." My eyebrows went up slightly at this knowledge, but inside I was screaming. She obviously meant Stephanie. "That's cool," I managed to get out. I cleared my throat a bit and decided it was time to leave; I desperately needed to process this info. "Well I'm gonna be late, I better hit it. Have fun!" I offered as I slipped into the car, starting the engine. "Thanks," she offered back with a wave, "and good luck!" She bounced her eyebrows at me again as I rolled past. Finally, my cock twitched. My mind was already on other things besides the prom at hand, and this short interaction with the girl of my dreams did no good to change that. Getting to Rachel's friend's house where we and a group of her friends would be loading into a limo, I politely smiled and glad handed my way through the proceedings, all the while my mind on what would be going on at Sarah's house that evening. On the limo ride over, I nodded and laughed at the right points to keep up appearances as my mind whirled with images of Stephanie, nude on Sarah's bed, writhing around in pleasure as Sarah's tongue danced over her clit. I cursed Rachel's prom, wishing I was at home, where I might have the chance to see their lust from my bathroom window. Would I be able to hear Stephanie's erotic short-short-long moan when she finally came on my redheaded goddess' face? In retrospect I recognize that I was a truly awful prom date. Rachel and her friends did their best to convince me to have a good time, but my mind was elsewhere. I fulfilled all my prom date obligations, but in a very clinical manner. Even during slow dances, I couldn't think about Rachel's two, extra large breasts pressed tight against my chest, because I was too preoccupied with the four breasts no doubt being pressed together right then back home. Returning to her friend's house after the dance, we changed into more comfortable clothes. The big backyard was littered with pre-arranged tents, where the crew would continue the festivities and ultimately spend the night. There were a decent number of tents, but the yard was large enough that no two were placed uncomfortably close to each other. I had not intended to stay the evening, but I wanted to be polite, so I hung out for a while as everyone gathered around a roaring fire pit to chat and laugh, and drink some smuggled booze. As we chatted, Rachel pulled in close to my side, but I paid it no mind, as there was a slight chill in the air, despite the flames. We all talked, but I couldn't tell you what was said. My mind was permanently affixed to running a continuous cycle of all the erotic scenarios that might be playing out at Sarah's house. Wet pussies spasming on fingers, hands gripping fistfuls of hair in climax, God, I wonder if Sarah has any toys. Was Stephanie over there right now wetting a thick dildo with her mouth right before she eased it into Sarah's cunt? For the first time in who knows how many days, I felt a tightness in my pants. I needed to get up and walk around before anyone noticed, so I decided to head off to the bathroom. As I got up, Rachel popped up as well, saying she also had to go, and would walk with me. Heading back toward the house, we passed through the small city of tents. From one tent to my left I heard low, indistinct chatter, followed by a sudden intake of breath, and what sounded like a moan. I paused, but felt Rachel's hand on mine pulling me back on track toward the house. We chatted innocuously as we walked, my mind on the sapphic exhibition no doubt unfolding next door to my house, but was brought back to the moment as Rachel ascended the stairs in front of me. She wore a purple zip-up hoodie and shorts, and only now, as her stepping legs flared out her generous ass with each bend did I realize exactly how short they were. They hung loose, but barely fell past the bottom scoop of her cheeks, and pulled nice and tight across them as she climbed the stairs. As I waited for her to return from the bathroom, I realized I had never seen her in something like this before; something so comfortable and revealing; she was always proper and appropriate at any church function. I thought back to her prom dress; modest, but accenting the flare of her hips, and provided anyone close enough, say slow dance close, a tantalizing view of her considerable cleavage. I thought about the fun, lively, and sometimes raunchy manner in which she joked and celebrated with her friends. I thought about the pictures she sent me, about how she put those humongous breasts of hers on display, nipples painfully erect. I realized I didn't know a damn thing about this girl; about who she actually was. I knew her from church, and from our online conversations, which is hardly enough to know who someone is; to know what they're capable of. As we started back toward the fire, the light rain dusting us as we walked, I decided it was time for me to go. "Hey, I think I'm gonna get going, '' I said. Rachel stopped a few steps ahead of me. "Are you sure?" she asked, closing the distance between us. I was prepared to answer in the affirmative, but right as the words formed in my mouth the sky opened up. "Oh my God!" she shrieked as sheets of rain started down. She grabbed my wrist and pulled as she dragged me towards the nearest tent. Quickly working the zipper, we both tumbled in, safe from the rain, and no more the worse for wear. "That was crazy, it just came out of nowhere!" She squeaked, the both of us laughing as she clicked on a nearby lantern, bathing us both in a dim, orange light. "You have to at least wait until the rain lets up," she insisted. It was warm in the tent, and a big, thick sleeping bag was laid out, with nice pillows around to lounge on; it wasn't the worst place to wait out a rain storm. We sat in a thick silence as our breath returned to normal. Not the largest tent in the world, we were huddled fairly close. The zipper on her hoodie was let down a bit, allowing me to see the glistening flat of her chest, and just the slightest hint of cleavage. "Hey, do you remember the camping trips we used to go on with church?" she finally said, breaking the silence." "Sure," I said timidly. "Do you remember the backrubs we used to give each other?" She asked, a slight smile on her lips. "Sure," I said again, thinking back to the few times I had run my hands over the neck and back of a real woman in a chaste ritual that occupied the hormonal instincts of horny teens bound by the virtuous demands of religion. "Well I've had this kink in my neck," she said, turning her back to me, "and I was wondering if maybe you'd give me one." She lifted her long strawberry blonde hair over her shoulder, turning back over her shoulder to glance at me. "Sure," I said once again - it was the only word I seemed to remember. at that moment my mouth started to go dry. "Great!" She exclaimed, and shimmied her plump ass back between my legs, only stopping when our bodies touched. Fantasies of Stephanie and Sarah started to fade from my mind as I focused on the very real situation, the very real girl, in front of me. As I felt her ass pressed up against my cock I still tried to rationalize what was going on. Surely all she wanted was a neck rub, nothing more, just like we used to do, right? I put my hands on her shoulders and started to rub, a slight moan escaping her lips as I did so. Working my way inward toward her neck, but the hood of her sweatshirt made it tough to make any actual progress. "I'm, uh, not sure how good I can really get in there with this hood in the way," I choked out. I heard the slight buzz of a descending zipper, and with a slight shrug and a shimmy, she slipped the sweatshirt down over the crests of her bare shoulders. "How's this?" She breathed. "Yeah, that works" I practically whispered. I ran my hands over the warm, exposed skin, traveling toward her neck and noticed something: My hands never touched fabric. There was no shirt underneath her hoodie, no bra straps either. Beneath this hooded sweatshirt was nothing but the bare skin of her body.. My cock started to swell. Her back arched, pressing her ass into me further. I rubbed the nape of her neck, eliciting a soft moan of approval. My hands glided over her skin from the tips of her shoulders up the swoop of her neck and down again. Her plump breasts remained covered by the hoodie, but left her upper chest nude to the night air. Rocking my hands forward on the downstroke, my fingers brushed across the ridges of her collarbone, my mind once again taking note that there were no shirts, no straps, only flesh. A pulse shot through my stiffening cock. Her ass shifted against it. "Umm, that feels nice," she cooed, relaxing into me further. She was practically reclining into me now, and I could peer over her shoulders, down her exposed chest, and into the cleavage peeking out from her unzipped sweatshirt. On every breath in, her massive mammaries would pull the shirt tighter across them as they rose up slowly, before sinking back down with breath out. It was hypnotic. "Do you remember the last time we did this?" She asked with a playfulness in her tone. "Yes," I managed to squeak out. I sure remembered. We had never done THis before, but the last time I had my hands on her neck and shoulders was at a church camping trip. The church camping trip. The one I had confessed about to Tara during one of our Truth or Dare games. It was a moment I would never forget, one forever branded with teenage embarrassment. Hormones racing through my body, my hands touching a real life girl, it all became too much, and right there at that church camping trip, as Rachel gave a soft, pleasurable moan and put one hand on my leg, my cock exploded in my pants. I ended the massage abruptly, and ran off back to my tent in search of new pants. It was not my finest moment. "I do too," Rachel offered up, and began lightly touching my leg. "You don't think you'll have to end this one, prematurely, again, do you?" she said with a smile, casting her gaze back over her bare shoulder. I thought I had been sly at the time, but clearly she knew exactly what happened and never let on. "No," I assured her, but honestly who was to say; I hadn't cum in multiple days so how quick my trigger would be was anyone's guess. Her breath began to draw deeper, and I could feel her heart rate increasing as I continued running my hands over her shoulders and neck, my fingers testing the boundaries by dipping lower, and lower, onto her exposed upper chest. My balls were aching, and my cock was rock hard. I'm sure she could feel every pulse against her ass, an ass she was now starting to slowly slide back and forth against me. My hands made their way up her neck, and as my thumb traced her jawline, she quickly and adeptly turned her head and took it right into her warm, wet mouth. I gasped. Her tongue snaked around it, and then her lips popped off it just as quickly as they had taken it in. her breathing was heavy, and I could see her hard nipples through the fabric of her shirt as her bosom rose and fell like an ocean wave. She leaned further back into me. Her head rested back on my shoulder, her warm, flushed cheek touching mine. Pressing herself hard against my chest, she reached up with her hands, and eased the zipper of her shirt all the way down at an agonizingly slow pace. Down between her heaving tits, over her stomach, finally unclasping at the garment's terminus. My gaze was frozen down over her shoulder, my hands rubbing more out of nervousness than any attempt to massage. This was not what I had expected at all. This unassuming church girl, well documented as saving herself for marriage, was pressed up tightly between my legs, my hard cock like a bar of iron in her back, the valley between her breasts now plainly visible as her unzipped shirt clung to each hard-nippled globe. My mind was reeling. Both our hearts racing, Rachel grasped each side of the unzipped shirt, and slowly drew them apart. "Oh my God," I whispered, as her breasts emerged like a sunrise. The low light of the lantern illuminated them as her hands drew back, revealing two enormous tits still held tight by the magic of youth. Her skin was pale and perfect, her nipples hard, reaching for the sky. My hands were still roaming her neck and shoulders, and when I instinctively let one wander down lower than ever and brush the soft swell of her exposed breasts, a long, low, whisper of "Yes" from her was all the encouragement I needed. I drew my hands back and paused for a moment. I thought about church. I thought about sin. I thought about this lusty girl between my legs who was in the choir, and attended bible study, and whose family belonged to two churches. Then I slid my hands under her arms, out in front of her, and for the first time in my life I felt the soft flesh of naked breasts overflow my hands. I squeezed. She moaned. I pressed. She moaned. I grasped her nipples between my fingers and gave a slight pinch. She gasped "Yes." Her body writhed against me as I kneaded her considerable breasts, her legs butterflying open and closed, hands grasping at my legs as I rolled her hard nipples through my fingers. Soft moans of encouragement egging me on as my breath became ragged, my heart rate increasing. Then, arching her back into me, one hand came up, covered my own, and started to drag it slowly down the front of her shifting body, over her stomach, and stopping at the waistband of her shorts. I held my breath. Another shift against me, grinding her ass into the hard cock and swelling balls held captive by my pants. Then her hand guided my hand underneath the band of her shorts. I felt no underwear. My fingers traipsed over a tightly cropped tuft of pubic hair, landing on the silky, swollen folds of her cunt. I rubbed gently, and quickly began to feel a slick wetness pass over my fingers. I spread it around, making my explorations smooth. Her thick thighs spread open and she gasped as my hand snaked deeper. Her lips were wide and dripping with inviting arousal. My finger slipped inside. This was the girl who won the bible verse memorization contest, and I had my finger inside her. A long groan escaped from deep in Rachel's throat as I plunged and rubbed, exploring her tight, wet cunt. The angle wasn't one where I could go terribly deep, but it was enough to feel her wet walls gripping me delightfully on each outward stroke. I was squeezing her large breast in one hand, and dipping into her hot lusty core with the other, Rachel was breathing hot and heavy in my ear. Though this was the first cunt I'd ever actually touched, I'd done enough "research" over the years to have a reasonable idea of where to focus my attention, so each time I slid my hand up from her sopping threshold, I'd drag her slick girl cum with me, lubricating my digits as I slid around her clit in firm circles. This drove Rachel mad, and her hands grasped my legs tight as I worked her willing cunt. Long moans began to come frequently, our privacy preserved by the sound of the hard falling rain. My fingers ran a relay race between her dripping opening and her throbbing clit. Long moans gave way to shorter, quicker, breathier ones. I could feel it. Both our breaths heaving now, we raced Rachel's young body, on fire with pleasure, toward that glorious release. Her moans got deeper, throatier; almost cries. She reached her hand up, feeling my head next to hers, and grasped my hair tightly. With the faintest amount of composure she whispered into my ear "two fingers, use, two fingers." Not one to disappoint a lady in need, I lubed up a second finger, sliding it in as deep as I could manage on the next down stroke. She grasped me tighter. Two, three, four plunges of my fingers into her hot wanton cunt, followed by figure eights around her electric clit. "Yes" she hissed. I repeated the pattern, pinching her nipple with my fingers as I did it. "Yes, Yes, Yes" she bellowed, the words coming out in a hard staccato. Not knowing what else to do, out of instinct I leaned my head down and began kissing her neck. A deep, sharp intake of breath followed. Her hands grabbed on to me tight. Her thick thighs slammed shut around my hand, and for the first time in my life I felt the indescribable pulse and throb of a wet cunt as it spasmed in orgasm around my fingers. All sound left Rachel's body, and she froze, paralyzed by the rush of ecstasy. After what felt like an eternity, but what was probably thirty seconds or so, the paralysis left, and her body deflated, relaxing limp against me. Her breath returned, her thighs slowly parted, and I gently withdrew my hand from her satisfied cunt, bringing it back up to knead her fat tits. "Oh my God,” she said finally, a languid sleepiness in her voice, “ that was a great back rub." We both laughed. Rachel may have been loose and relaxed, but I was more wound up than I had ever been in my entire life. Somehow I managed not to cum in my pants again, and my whole body was stiff as I tried to process what had just happened. Then Rachel's ass started to move against my cock again. Finally she sat up. Her back still facing me, I saw the side of her considerable tit protruding out past her rib cage as her arms raised up in a stretch. "You seem really tense, Tim,” she said lustily. Slowly she turned her body around, finally bringing her amazing tits into full view. Bathed in the warm glow of the lantern, two perfect, alabaster globes projected out from her open sweatshirt, welcoming me. Shadows cast over them, carving out their exquisite shape, swelling out with two hard, pink nipples as accents. Kneeling in front of me now, she put her hands on her knees, and used her arms to push her two huge talents together, in a display so erotic I forgot how to speak. “ Maybe I can figure out a way to get you more relaxed." All I could do was nod in the affirmative. Her tits jiggled seductively as she scooted closer to me, kneeling between my legs. Running her hands up my thighs, they joined each other at my belt buckle. I moaned as she lightly pressed, feeling my hardness for the first time. She smiled, and began undoing my pants, tits lightly shaking back and forth as her hands worked. I heard the jingle of metal, the buzz of a zipper, and then I closed my eyes as I felt hands other than my own touch my hard cock for the first time. Cool air passed over the head as her hands gently unwrapped my package, exposing my cock and churning balls to the night air. "Oh my," she said, a smile forming on her face. Her fingertips lightly traced over the edges of my throbbing cockhead, down the thick underside vein of my shaft, and around the tight sack of my balls. "This is lovely," she said as the smile faded, replaced by what I can only describe as almost a trance-like state. After an eternity of teasing, she wrapped her fingers completely around the shaft of my cock, gripped it lightly, but confidently, and slowly began jerking me off. At this point I had what can only be described as an out of body experience, or at least a moment of total awareness as I took in the scene before me: Rachel, the girl I believed to be totally chaste and inexperienced, was kneeling in front of me, not unlike she would on a Sunday at church, swollen tits displayed out in front of me, practically drooling over my cock as she stroked it up and down, drawing me closer and closer to orgasm. I wondered in that moment if my cock was the first cock she had ever touched, or if "saving myself till marriage" took only one activity off the table, freeing her to rationalize enjoying any number of other sinful activities with any number of other cocks. I wondered what her mouth felt like, if she had ever had a cock between her lips, ever tasted cum. I had plenty of nasty thoughts brewing, but my focus was brought back by the hypnotic sway of her luscious, oversized tits. Tara's tits were perfect, but Rachel's were something different all together, almost Amazonian. They bobbed to and fro as each stroke of her hand on my cock elicited a low grunt from deep inside me. My eyes were glued to them as the pleasure started to coil inside my loins. "It's ok," she almost gasped, the intensity of the moment affecting her as well, "you can touch them." She shifted even closer to me now, and my hands rose up with a life of their own, settling over her globes with a firm squeeze. She moaned. She was close enough now t

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Ben has returned from his most recent trip to Death Valley, where he experienced a slight existential crisis while photographing glistening mud. This leads to a conversation around anxiety and film photography, as well as the veil of perfection with digital cameras. Once again, I am attempting to replace my large format film kit with digital, this time with the Fuji GFX50s. Will it actually work? I - along with many others - have my doubts. But perhaps there's something different about this one… LINKSAndrew BaruffiFuji GFX50sMitakon 65mm 1.4GF 100-200 5.6Mark BroomfieldBen Lockett SUPPORT THE SHOW Join Our ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Patreon⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Join The ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Discussion⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Save 10% on your Nature Photographers Network membership Use offer code HORNE10 at ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.naturephotographers.network/?ref=benhorne⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ CONNECT WITH BEN Website: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.benhorne.com⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠  Twitter: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠@benhorne⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠  Instagram: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠@benhorne⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠  YouTube: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Ben Horne⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ CONNECT WITH CODY Website: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.codyschultz.com⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠  Email: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠cody@codyschultz.com⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠  Instagram: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠@iamcodyschultz⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ MUSIC The Introvert by Michael Kobrin (licensed through Pixabay) -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- This post may contain affiliate links. If you use these links to buy something, I may earn a commission. Thanks.

This morning, Matt Dyson brings us a Gruffalo rap in the social ammunition, Emma's two year old scores an incredible goal and we hear your tales of the times you've seen a sweaty celeb.

In this episode, Brian, Kris, and Lucas discuss the big hubbub about the modern phenom that is Palworld, as well as deeper thoughts about Baldur's Gate III! Enjoy. TOPICS & TIMESTAMPS: Palworld - 6:34 | Baldur's Gate III - 55:45 | POTENTIAL EPISODE TITLES (EACH "+" IS A HOST VOTE): +Baldur's Gatekeeping | We're Not Made Of Any Suspiciously Familiar Parts Or Stolen Assets | Not An Asset-Flipped Template Weeb | Bespoke Weeb | I Have Goku Water | Goku Blue Milk, Drunk Straight From The Teet Of The Ocean Walrus | +I Cannot, But Also I Will, I Can, & You Cannot Stop Me | +We Have Glistening Abs, & The Persian Army Is Right Offscreen | Stop Right There, Xerxes, I Have To Podcast | +An Eldritch Horror With Lots Of Nipples | +I'm Gonna Darkly Urge All Over The Place | Is It Sigyliam Or Sigyliam? | +When Your Internet Fails Its Dex Save | +I'm Gonna Darkly Urge Everyone Off A Cliff | Giving Gale A Hand | [The Platformers Video Game Podcast is created, hosted, edited, written, & streamed by Brian Barnett on Twitch.tv/Ribnax]

Welcome to Trash for Trash! Today our lovable trash babies discuss 1987's sword, sorcery, and steroid spectacular "The Barbarians." Want to watch exclusive Funhaus content? Click the link! https://www.youtube.com/funhaus/join or https://fun.haus/first Follow Us On Social: https://twitter.com/jameswillems https://twitter.com/handsomemaster2 Tshirts n stuff: https://store.roosterteeth.com/collections/funhaus Welcome to Funhaus, the internet's ONLY comedy, gaming, and variety channel since 2015! Trash for Trash is two filthy trashmen, who love watching trashy movies. Join them as they talk through some of the worst achievements in cinematic history. They're watching it so you don't have to. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Fluent Fiction - Catalan: Football Menu: Translating Language Through Food Find the full episode transcript, vocabulary words, and more:fluentfiction.org/football-menu-translating-language-through-food Story Transcript:Ca: Barcelona brilla sota el sol. Els amics Jordi i Marta passegen per l'històric carrer de Las Ramblas, amb les seves palmeres ondulant suament amb la brisa marina. A les butxaques, tenen els estómacs ruidosos de la fam que acaba de cobrar vida. Decideixen entrar a un restaurant a costat de la Plaça Reial.En: Barcelona shines under the sun. Friends Jordi and Marta stroll along the historic street of Las Ramblas, with its palm trees swaying gently in the sea breeze. In their pockets, their hungry stomachs come alive. They decide to enter a restaurant next to Plaza Reial.Ca: La cambrera desapareix ràpidament arrere la porta de la cuina, deixant-los sols amb un cambrer de cara ampla i somriure radiant. La seva insígnia diu Raúl. Pero Raúl no parla l'espanyol ni el català com solen fer-ho els altres cambrers. En lloc d'això, Raúl parla una llengua totalment diferent: el futbol.En: The waitress quickly disappears behind the kitchen door, leaving them alone with a waiter with a wide face and a radiant smile. His badge says Raúl. But Raúl doesn't speak Spanish or Catalan like the other waiters usually do. Instead, Raúl speaks a completely different language: football.Ca: Jordi i Marta miren els menús perplexes. "Potser vol dir una truita quan diu 'hat-trick'?", suggereix Jordi, els seus llavis arrugats en un somriure dubitatiu.En: Jordi and Marta look at the menus perplexed. "Maybe when he says 'hat-trick,' he means an omelette?" Jordi suggests, his lips wrinkled in a doubtful smile.Ca: Marta es posa les ulleres per llegir millor. "No, crec que 'hat-trick' es refereix a una amanida...saps? Tres ingredients?"En: Marta puts on her glasses to read better. "No, I think 'hat-trick' refers to a salad...you know, three ingredients?"Ca: Una mirada de confusió arriba al rostre de Jordi. Marta suspira i es recolza a la cadira. Finalment, després de diverses comparacions confuses sobre menús i frases de futbol, troben una solució.En: Confusion spreads across Jordi's face. Marta sighs and leans back in her chair. Finally, after several confusing comparisons of menus and football phrases, they find a solution.Ca: Comencen per descriure els aliments utilitzant termes de futbol. "Voldríem un gir d'estadi", diu Jordi, assenyalant la pizza familiar del menú. Marta, somrient, acorda. "Sí, amb un 'tir al pal' d'olives negres, i 'córner'... segurament parla del formatge en els racons".En: They start describing the food using football terms. "We would like a stadium twist," Jordi says, pointing to the family-sized pizza on the menu. Marta, smiling, agrees. "Yes, with a 'shot to the post' of black olives, and a 'corner'...he must be referring to the cheese in the corners."Ca: Raúl riu i assenteix, finalment entenent les seves peticions. Escrivint ràpidament a la seva llibreta, marxa cap a la cuina.En: Raúl laughs and nods, finally understanding their requests. Quickly jotting it down in his notepad, he heads towards the kitchen.Ca: Finalment, la pizza arriba, càlida i olorosa, tal com l'havien descriure. Tot i la complexitat del seu llenguatge, l'enteniment mutu havia estat clau. Llenguatge de futbol o no, havien estat capaços de comunicar-se y raó per la qual tots tres rien.En: Finally, the pizza arrives, warm and aromatic, just as they had described it. Despite the complexity of their language, mutual understanding had been key. Football language or not, they had been able to communicate, and that's why all three of them laugh.Ca: "El futbol realment és una llengua que tots parlem", somriu Marta, mossegant un tros de pizza. Jordi ho confirma amb un somriure. La seva aventura barcelonina havia acabat en una nota alta, una ximpleria convertida en un record inoblidable.En: "Football truly is a language we all speak," Marta smiles, taking a bite of the pizza. Jordi confirms with a smile. Their Barcelona adventure had ended on a high note, a silliness turned into an unforgettable memory.Ca: Amb això, es demostra que la comunicació pot travessar qualsevol barrera, fins i tot si la llengua és el futbol. No hi ha nau davant del desig humà d'entendre's i connectar-se. I amb aquesta lliçó, Jordi i Marta gaudeixen de la seva pizza amb una rialla i una vista del cor de Barcelona. Molècula de sabó enlluernada, van somiar amb la propera aventura en aquesta ciutat de joies ocultes.En: With this, it is proven that communication can transcend any barrier, even if the language is football. There is no ship in front of the human desire to understand and connect. And with this lesson, Jordi and Marta enjoy their pizza with laughter and a view of the heart of Barcelona. Glistening soap bubble, they dream of the next adventure in this city of hidden gems. Vocabulary Words:Barcelona: Barcelonasun: solfriends: amicsstroll: passegenhistoric: històricstreet: carrerpalm trees: palmeressea breeze: brisa marinarestaurant: restaurantwaitress: cambrerakitchen: cuinawaiter: cambrerwide face: cara amplaradiant smile: somriure radiantbadge: insígniaSpanish: espanyolCatalan: catalàlanguage: llenguafootball: futbolmenu: menúhat-trick: hat-trickomelette: truitasalad: amanidaingredients: ingredientsconfusion: confusiósolution: solucióstadium twist: gir d'estadishot to the post: tir al palcorner: córnercheese: formatge

Sunday Service "Glistening with Glory"

Worship Wednesday

Picture this : you're perfectly tucked in bed and embraced by a cozy duvet. From the comfort of this fluffy and warm bed, you can see a grand window stretching across the wall, framing a panoramic view of a lush, rain-kissed garden.   Glistening leaves sway in rhythmic harmony to the whispering cadence of the gentle rain, shimmering under the gentle caress of silvery moonlight.   The symphony of raindrops creates a soothing backdrop, a natural lullaby that gently ushers you into a state of deep relaxation. Each rain droplet conducts a tranquil orchestra, its rhythmic melody evoking a sense of calm that washes over you.   As the rain serenades the night, a melodic embrace of soothing music intertwines with nature's sounds. The harmonious blend envelops you, cradling your senses in a cocoon of tranquility.    Wrapped in the embrace of your fluffy haven, you feel cocooned in a sanctuary of warmth and safety. The duvet, a cloud-like sanctuary, cocoons you in a gentle, protective embrace. Every touch is a caress, ensuring you are enveloped in a haven of comfort.   Listening to this meditative soundscape, a profound sense of peace washes over you. The therapeutic benefits of rain and relaxing music for sleep, meditation, and stress-relief are palpable. The sound of rain induces a natural theta brainwave state, promoting deep relaxation. It's a gentle massage for your mind, allowing you to effortlessly drift into the arms of slumber.   The interplay of rain and music creates a tranquil atmosphere that helps with meditation and stress relief. The melodic strains act as a balm for the soul, caressing away the knots of tension, anxiety and worry.    As you surrender to the embrace of the rain-soaked night, you embark on a journey of rest, harmony and pure relaxation, allowing your body and mind to find balance and inner peace.   When can you listen to this soundscape ?   If you're struggling to fall asleep due to stress, anxiety or insomnia, you can listen to relaxing music and nature sounds to sleep faster and deeper and calm your mind. It will help you to slow down your thoughts and drift into a peaceful slumber and deep sleep.   When you're feeling stressed, anxious and overwhelmed, taking a few moments to listen to relaxing music and nature sounds can be a powerful way to manage your emotions and regain a sense of calm. It will help to slow your heart rate and breathing, easing tension in your body and allowing you to relax and let go of any worries or stress.   Whether you're practicing meditation, mindfulness, journaling or yoga, white noise and relaxing music, rain and nature sounds can be valuable tools for a better session.   You can also use relaxing music and sounds of nature and white noise as your study music or work music to enhance your focus and help yourself reach a state of flow.   If you're looking to unwind after a long day, or simply want to take some time to relax and recharge, listening to relaxing rain and sounds of nature can be a wonderful way to do so, making it easier to lose yourself in a good book or to simply enjoy the moment.   Finally, relaxing music and nature sounds can also be a powerful way to add a touch of romance and magic to your everyday life.

Worship Night

Devil Quest continues in this mini-ep with, Glistening, the story of a wife attempting to honor her husbands final wishes. She is mining for diamonds until...what's that in the sky...is it a bird? Is it a plane? Nah....It's PRIME!!! But what does Prime want with a bunch of diamonds?? For our YouTube Video Playlist CLICK HERE!!! Eli Schwab https://cosmiclionproductions.com @CosmicLion on Instagram Ben Granoff @BenGranoff on Instagram https://bengranoff.gumroad.com/ Much love to Matt Wagner who is now on instagram @MattWagnerComics and Twitter @MattWagnerComics And check Brennan Wagners killer website out!!  https://brennanwagnerart.com/ Spotify! https://open.spotify.com/show/1jzmBWoPHse5b2oNVbMwOu?si=OFofifuxTyKjeITOmHWxQA  

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The boys bring to you one last episode before college football begins again and we couldn't be more excited to have Josh Furlong of KSL Sports. In this epsiode, we get into our thoughts on the fall camp wrap up, our expectations and predictions for a few position groups, and the usual banter.

Today I talk about being in a rut bc of WAY too much TV, finding glimmers and what that means, talk about what do if you are having "what ifs' in a new relationship, and I introduce a new bi-weekly segment "Phone a Frenemy"Also, don't be shy…call 909-817-1742 to leave a Dear Abbey voicemail aka.. you call and leave a voicemail asking for some advice on something silly or serious then I will play it and answer it hopefully in the next episode!Instagram: dearabbey__Abbey's Discord group for Anxiety: https://discord.gg/7s9xyExv

Episode 256ALTERNATE TITLES: Stretching Is Important, High BMI, Sweating It Out, Clean Your Ass, I'm Not Sweating, I'm Glistening, Haters Gonna Hate, Montgomery Brawl (0:23)  Welcome.(17:16) Cleaning your ass.(21:18) RANT: Barlos complains…again.(28:53) What does your Starbucks order say about you?(37:08) Montgomery Brawl.(54:04) WOULD YOU RATHER: Magical Dick.

Jacob and Aaron dive into the readings for the Tenth Sunday after Pentecost/Transfiguration, which are Exodus 34:29-35, 2 Peter 1:13-21, and Luke 9:28-36.

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This week we talk about 2014's Guardians of the Galaxy. Just kidding, we actually talk about No Holds Barred, which is basically the same thing. Wrestlers named Rip! Garbage gay bar gags! Felonious fighting rings! Manhandling the hostess by her head! The mattress firm fitness foothold and fapping fakery! Glistening baby oiled buttocks! Workplace womanizing! Server size nine self-burns! Rapey kidnap attempts! Unintentional suicide! Wanton destruction of small business (again)! Industrial arenas! Rip rallies, and much, much more on this week's episode of The Worst Movie Ever Made!

The KC 102.1 Staff Meeting is back after Jacqui Lucky wins the Certificate of Merit for Large Market Radio Talent (Non-Morning) and KC 102.1 wins first place for best promotion with the 9 To 5 No Repeat Workday at the Missouri Broadcasters Association. Jen went to the Big Slick KC press conference. Nobody seems that excited about the summer.

Today we honor the Queens of Rock and Roll.  The supreme Queen, Tina Turner, passed this week and we pay tribute to her. We also will be launching the world premiere of Glistening by Grace DeVine . Known for their evocative lyricism, Grace with ethereal vocals, combines their artistic prowess with a message of inclusivity and self-acceptance. “Dont gotta be a woman, don't gotta be a man. We just gotta keep glistening.” They sing. The song invites listeners on a transformative journey as it encapsulates the essence of Pride.  We also celebrate the true women pioneers of Rock and Roll, the original Queens... a group known as FANNY. Their story is the subject of a new documentary just launced on PBS called FANNY: The Right to Rock. As the first all-female rock act to record an album for a major record label, FANNY was the first all-female rock act to rise to real prominence in the US and Europe.  Our focus guest is film maker Bobbie Jo Hart. She is an award winning American/ Canadian documentary filmmaker with Adobe Productions International, based in Montreal, Canada. With a career that has spanned 25 years,on subjects ranging from women's professional soccer and tennis to classical music, comedy, dance and manic depression. Her documentary films have the most common thread of revealing untold stories of marginalized girls and women, weaving universal threads of dreams, family, love, loss, happiness, sadness, success, failure and determination. Her intimate, cinema verité style results in thought- provoking films that ultimately celebrate our shared humanity. With co-host Brody Levesque 

Today we honor the Queens of Rock and Roll.  The supreme Queen, Tina Turner, passed this week and we pay tribute to her. We also will be launching the world premiere of Glistening by Grace DeVine . Known for their evocative lyricism, Grace with ethereal vocals, combines their artistic prowess with a message of inclusivity and self-acceptance. “Dont gotta be a woman, don't gotta be a man. We just gotta keep glistening.” They sing. The song invites listeners on a transformative journey as it encapsulates the essence of Pride.  We also celebrate the true women pioneers of Rock and Roll, the original Queens... a group known as FANNY. Their story is the subject of a new documentary just launced on PBS called FANNY: The Right to Rock. As the first all-female rock act to record an album for a major record label, FANNY was the first all-female rock act to rise to real prominence in the US and Europe.  Our focus guest is film maker Bobbie Jo Hart. She is an award winning American/ Canadian documentary filmmaker with Adobe Productions International, based in Montreal, Canada. With a career that has spanned 25 years,on subjects ranging from women's professional soccer and tennis to classical music, comedy, dance and manic depression. Her documentary films have the most common thread of revealing untold stories of marginalized girls and women, weaving universal threads of dreams, family, love, loss, happiness, sadness, success, failure and determination. Her intimate, cinema verité style results in thought- provoking films that ultimately celebrate our shared humanity. With co-host Brody Levesque 

Courtney's playing refreshingly cool new jazzy vibes for you to work, rest and play to! Jam-packed full of new releases and plenty of fun, including many of the artists introducing their own tracks!  This week: Rachel Therrien's Latin Jazz, 100 yrs of Wes Montgomery & Soweto Kinch goes full Symphony.1 Mimi Fox - Mr White's Blues (One for Wes) ORIGIN. As a celebration of the 100th anniversary of Wes Montgomery's birth, guitarist Mimi Fox chose to dive deep into the iconic Hammond B3 trio sound.2 Greg Spero - Jam 6.1 (The Chicago Experiment) ROPEADOPE. Following the global success of The Chicago Experiment, the long awaited fourth in The Experiment Series, Greg Spero brings us 8 unreleased tracks from the original sessions. 3 Rosa Passos - Samba Sem Voce (Storyville). Brazilian bossa nova queen Rosa Passos' highly anticipated album Samba Sem Você recorded at at Copenhagen Jazzhouse on July 7th, 20014 Vusi Mahlasela, Norman Zulu & Jive Connection 'Roots' (Face To Face) STRUT South African singer-songwriter Vusi Mahlasela, from Pretoria, was an important voice during the anti-apartheid struggle, singing for freedom but also for reconciliation and a positive future. 5 Soweto Kinch - Curated Chaos (White Juju) London Symphony Orchestra. Recorded live at the Barbican during last year's London Jazz Festival, White Juju is award-winning British saxophonist and rapper Soweto Kinch's powerful new work for jazz quartet and symphony orchestra, written in response to lockdown, BLM, British history and the culture wars6 Michael Feinberg - Blues Variant (Blues Variant) Criss Cross. Bassist Michael Feinberg Releases his Criss Cross Jazz Debut, Blues Variant. Featuring Noah Preminger, Nasheet Waits, Leo Genovese and Dave Liebman.7 Rachel Therrien - Mojo (Mi Hogar) Outside In. An impressive showcase of the Canadian-born bandleader's range, Mi Hogar marks the first outing of Therrien's newly assembled Latin Jazz Project, an ambitious document of her work with expert musicians of the genre from New York City, Canada, Cuba, Puerto Rico and Venezuela. 8 Nadia Washington - Nabi (Hope Resurgence) Self-Release. Powerhouse vocalist Nadia Washington makes her debut statement with Hope Resurgence,9 Joe Locke - Love for Sale (Makram) Circle 9. Glistening with spirit, ingenuity, musicianship and inquisitiveness, Locke returns to his celebrated quartet on Makram. This lineup includes pianist Jim Ridl, bassist Lorin Cohen and drummer Samvel Sarkisyan.

Welcome to the latest Courtney Pine Global Podcast Bitesize Edition! A coffee break's worth of cool jazzy vibes to whet your appetite for the full show. Commercial free, and hand-picked by Courtney for a vibrant, and soulful listen!  This week: Nadia Washington sings of perseverance and faith, passionate South African vocals from Vusi Mahlasela and the fantastic Joe Locke.  1. Joe Locke - Love for Sale (Makram) Circle 9. Glistening with spirit, ingenuity, musicianship and inquisitiveness, Locke returns to his celebrated quartet on Makram. This lineup includes pianist Jim Ridl, bassist Lorin Cohen and drummer Samvel Sarkisyan.2. Vusi Mahlasela, Norman Zulu & Jive Connection 'Roots' (Face To Face) STRUT South African singer-songwriter Vusi Mahlasela, from Pretoria, was an important voice during the anti-apartheid struggle, singing for freedom but also for reconciliation and a positive future. 3. Nadia Washington - Nabi (Hope Resurgence) Self-Release. Powerhouse vocalist Nadia Washington makes her debut statement with Hope Resurgence,Next week on CPG: Rachel Therrien's Latin Jazz, 100 yrs of Wes Montgomery & Soweto Kinch goes full Symphony.  Hit subscribe right now so you don't miss that launch!

We're joined today by Marc Todd, along with Rod and Karen from The Black Guy Who Tips Podcast. In this episode we talk about Arnold Schwarzenegger's acting skills, a forgotten Steven Seagal movie, listener comments, toxic masculinity thinking everything is gay, another monkey attack story, Harlan Crow's history collection, and who has the best announcer voice. Join our Patreon at www.patreon.com/threeguyson to get the YouTube link for today's show.

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In this episode, Chelsea tells us about the mysterious Rio Verde Mermaid statue. Glistening white against the dark green forest, no one knows who sculpted her or when she appeared! --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/savethemermaids/support

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Glistening gold, embedded with rubies, topaz, emeralds, sapphires, amethysts, and pearls—the throne beckoned for something, or someone, to sit upon it. What would suffice? What could fill the desires of my heart and be worthy of that royal seat? First, I placed my family and friends on the throne. "Nothing is as precious as family and friends, surely. How selfless and thoughtful of me." As I poured my soul into them, the ebb and flow of relationships just did not satisfy. No matter how hard we tried, we always ended up disappointing each other in one way or another. I loved them, yes, but placing them on the throne had more distorted life than enriched it. Next, I placed my dreams and goals on the throne. These pursuits were indeed worthy: to grow, better myself, and work hard. Sometimes I achieved and conquered, other times I failed, but I pressed on. Yet, no matter how many improvements I made, it was never enough. Sadly, I discovered that dreams and goals did not belong on the throne either. Then, I positioned my religious works on the throne. I served at church, volunteered in my community, and gave to those in need. While the longing in my heart was subdued for a while, eventually I became burnt out and jaded. No, religious works could not fill this void. Desperate and weary, I stared at the glittering throne. I was at a loss. Then, I felt a steady hand on my shoulder. I turned and saw Jesus, His eyes kind. “Will you trust me?” He asked. I hesitated, then nodded slowly…and Jesus took His rightful place on the throne of my heart. He invited me to spend time in His presence. I found His Words to be sweet, life-giving, and convicting. When I spoke to Him, He always listened to me…and I learned in time to be still and listen to Him speak to me. Living with Jesus on the throne of my heart not only transformed me, I watched as He slowly began to transform every part of my life. In relationships with family and friends, He helped me to love more deeply than I had imagined possible. My dreams and goals were no longer my own, but shaped by what God was doing in my heart. As I continued to serve others, I was sustained by the overflow of daily peace and strength that I received from Jesus. As I spent time with Him, He guided me, leading me into both seasons of productivity and seasons of rest. As I contemplated my life, one thing was abundantly clear: the only One who was worthy to claim the seat on the throne of my heart was Jesus Christ. • Savannah Coleman • What are you tempted to place on the throne of your heart? How have these things let you down? • Jesus—the One who died and rose again to save His people and restore His creation—is enthroned as King over all. But, we can choose whether or not we submit to Jesus in the context of our personal, loving relationship with Him. Why is Jesus the only One worthy to be on the throne of our hearts? I heard every created thing which is in heaven, on the earth, under the earth, on the sea, and everything in them, saying, “To him who sits on the throne…be the blessing, the honor, the glory, and the dominion, forever and ever! Amen!” Revelation 5:13 (WEB)

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Today's poem is The Frolicsome Crests and Glistening by Rena Priest.