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Of Funerals and Families; Part One In 25 parts, edited from the works of FinalStand. Listen and subscribe to the ► Podcast at Connected.. “Victory is neither pointless, fleeting, nor soon forgotten. It is yours.” I have been warned that my Uncle wants me dead. My Aunts want me for; other things." "What do they want?" E asked. It was the whole 'men as a true asset' problem for her. "The whole repository of nefariousness;” Pamela started to explain, but then, "Double Word Score!" Pamela and I exclaimed excitedly then 'high-fived'. Yes, you spiteful Cosmos, I had found my soul-mate and she was a near-octogenarian with a macabre sense of humor; who also had a telepathic ability to know my mind. E looked totally lost in the exchange. "Yes; the whole repository of nefariousness was created to be sterile," Pamela picked up the conversation. "Which makes the very existence of Cáel here very noteworthy; virtually inexplicable," she mused. "What have the labs at Havenstone think of this?" Rachel worried. "I refused to go back in for any more tests," I met her gaze. "But it could be important," E joined in. "I will make it easy on you both; I'm a horrible person. I'm the Head of House Ishara and I elect to not put my fate in the hands of the same people who leaked my very existence to the Illuminati during the first set of tests," I stated. "Which is why I'm here in Chicago burying my Father, in case any of you missed it." "Certainly knowing what is going on is more important than the risk of further exposure," E persisted. She got kudos for sticking to her guns. "Esmeralda, I work for Katrina Love, Head of Executive Services," I responded. "By that I mean I have this nifty little glass table in a corner of her office. Me stressing over my genetics isn't really important. Katrina is on the case and I haven't been out of college for two months yet. If the difference between Havenstone getting in a fight with the Illuminati and keeping the truce is my blood sample, she'll let me know," I added. "As far as Ishara is concerned, Havenstone had an information leak that got a house member killed." "Do you have other family?" E inquired hesitantly. "Blood kin? Not in this country and certainly not anyone I could name," I sighed. "I case you are wondering, there are a grand total of three members on Ishara's roster." "Is the rest of your family safe?" E was trying to sound upbeat. "Safe? Of course they are not safe. They both work for Executive Services, Esmeralda. They were 'Runners' who I inducted into Ishara. They are Amazons of the Host and that means never being safe this side of the cliffs. Friday morning I presented them to our ancestors and they were welcomed as equals; as sisters to those who have the blood of Mycenaeans on their hands," I turned to look out the window. "What was it like?" Tiger Lily inquired. "The induction." "If you are looking for a vision of a stone hall with thousands of war-like Amazons holding me in judgment, you'll be disappointed," I recalled. "I had to create the ceremony from scratch; ash, tears and blood. "I felt strong enough about that instinct I let Desiree slap me until I cried enough tears. With Desiree's knife, I cut myself, they cut themselves and our blood mixed," I finished. "That is not how it is done," Rachel corrected me. "No," I stopped. "It is not how you do it. House Ishara has come back from the void that waits for all those who are dead and have no one living to recall them," I explained. "We are not the other Houses. We are both Love and Oaths and there is a lack of respect for each of those virtues in this World." "I never considered Amazons as overly romantic, but we are true to our oaths," Esmeralda was starting to bask in the openness of the exchange. "I do not doubt the integrity of anyone in this vehicle, except for me," I gave her a weary grin. "The failure of oaths is mine. Ishara was bound by an Oath and has failed in her pledge. You are wrong about the romance and I am sure you have misunderstood my definition. I live for the day when no sons are sent to the cliffs as newborns; Love, Esmeralda. Love." The hush pressed upon us until Tiger Lily pulled up in front of the Hotel Burnham. Rachel, E, Charlotte (from the second GL) and I went in. I wave the others back as I went to the desk. Rachel and Charlotte had grey duffel bags with 'stuff' inside. E had my minimal kit. "Cáel Nyilas with Havenstone," I introduced myself. Yes, I was in 'prison' gear. "Director Nyilas; welcome to the Burnham," he recovered quickly. "Which rooms do you wish to use?" Thank you, Helena, no I'm a damn Director. He twisted the screen so I could see the list. Eleven doubles and a Lakeview Executive Suite with two adjoining Deluxe Suites. "We'll use those," I indicated the Executive/Deluxe/Deluxe. "Very good, Sir," he nodded. "Will you be ordering room service? I'm afraid the Atwood restaurant has closed for the evening." "Sounds like a plan," I looked at his name tag, "Steve, or do you prefer Mr. McCabe?" "Steve will do fine, Director;” Steve started. "I will make it easy on you Steve," I sighed. "Call me Cáel. All this Director crap is for the benefit of people I barely know. I am here, in my hometown, to bury my Father; who was murdered yesterday." Steve paled. "The FBI gave me these spiffy duds. If any law enforcement shows up asking for me, give me a ring first." "Nyilas; from Burnham? I read about that," Steve seemed bemused. "The day shift Assistant Manager is from Burnham too." How wonderful, I thought sarcastically. Steven sensed my waning interest. "Your keycards, Sir; Cáel and my sympathy for your loss." "Steve, never miss a chance to tell your loved ones how you feel," I took the cards. "That is my biggest regret with my Dad. I didn't think about it the last time we talked." Steve gave a final nod. I rejoined my group and headed for the elevator. The rest was a tired blur. The rest of the group showed up, including Pamela. I called Nicole to tell her the situation then called Timothy despite the late hour to make sure he was okay. Timothy informed me that two 'psycho-chicks' stopped by as a kind of 'meet and greet'. I hit the small hotel fitness center with Mona, the fourth member of Rachel's team. It helped. What helped more was the constant reminder that I worked with smart people. Mona's mother was dead as well, killed on an undisclosed mission with the SD when she was ten. She could understand my sense of grief and confusion. We didn't cry and hug. It wasn't something she could do with a man. Give a decade, or two and she might come around. Instead, "Thank you for Constanza," Mona said quietly to me as we exited the center. "I measure a person's life in the lives we save; as well as the ones we take," I enlightened her. Before that moment, I didn't really consider killing people to be all that praiseworthy an endeavor. Today I had been in a situation where my life had been in immediate danger. I was glad the other guy ended up dead. Since I was prepared to keep acting stupidly, I was grateful for those who would murder people so that I could remain both noble of purpose and alive. "She is close to me; she helped me grow up after Mom was gone," Mona opened up a tiny bit. "Aren't you a bit angry with me?" I asked. "Initially, I was very angry. Then I heard your words and I knew you spoke the truth of the matter," Mona exhaled. "She should have died. She deserved death for what she said." "No one;” I started to comfort Mona. "For a member of a Faith that exults in the harshness of martial conflict, you spend an inordinate amount of energy struggling to keep people alive," Mona noted. "I'm glad I helped deal with those Latin Kings now. It was a mission worth doing." "What?" I stumbled. "Didn't Buffy tell you?" Mona regarded me. She smirked. "Yeah, we hunted them down late Sunday night and into early Monday morning. I doubt the few who escaped will ever be back." "Why haven't I; anybody heard about this?" I worried. Mona looked at me somewhat perplexed. "Cáel of Ishara, we always take the bodies of murder victims, cut them up, place them in large drums of acid and ship them to Canada," Mona informed me. "Ah; thanks for telling me that. Let's both agree to not let Buffy know that I know, okay?" I requested. "She'll get an inordinate thrill thinking she knows something I don't." "As you wish, Cáel of Ishara," Mona nodded gravely.  (Tuesday Morning) Sexual addiction is somewhat like military service. It requires you to be alert to your surroundings, think on your feet, follow procedures and; most crucial to me; shows you how to remain functional with minimal sleep. In this case, five hours sufficed to clear out my cobwebs and make me incredibly horny. All of that was despite the layers of upsetting news being placed before me. Executive Services had gone over the feed from the four SD members. Inadvertently, Dad had fought on the 'right' side. The team leader died first. Her back-up put two men in the grave and wounded a third before they tossed a grenade on her. I looked at Charlotte as she gave me the news. We both had a 'what the' expression on our faces. Grenade? I kept doing my calisthenics. The second two-Amazon group killed three attackers on their side of the building then charged the back door. I wondered if Mom's Garden Dragon was okay. It was like a Garden Gnome, except it was a Dragon. Mom was odd that way. The attacking group had blown the front door and entered the first floor. The Amazons in the back decided to shoot out the lock instead. While transiting the kitchen moving forward, the second group took fire; from a Zastava M 21. I was confused. "It is a modern Serbian weapon," Charlotte filled in the blanks. "Dad was killed by Serbians?" I muttered. "No," Charlotte sighed. "No he wasn't." Another look from me as I started my standing push-ups. "That team member was wounded. The shooter was taken down by both of our teammates. At this point, three other attackers moved from your front room to the dining room, pinning our team down. That was when your father broke cover and assaulted the attackers. He had this large lamp and cracked it over the right shoulder of the closest man," Charlotte stated. I knew that light fixture Charlotte was talking about. It was a floor lamp, nearly two meters tall, made of glass and bronze. My physique was from my Father; broad shoulders and powerful arms. That 'large lamp' weighed over 30 kg and, powered by my father's upper body strength, I was betting the guy who was on the receiving end had have some of his bones snapped. "The man screamed in Bulgarian, his two companions turned to see what was happening and the Amazons advanced by fire toward your father," Charlotte continued. "Your father swung again," she looked at me, "connecting with the man's chest. In response, the other two shot him three times. He fell. The second team pressed forward, killing the man your Father wounded and wounding another. The last unhurt Amazon was killed trying to get to your Father while the survivor was concussed by the use of a second grenade. We don't have the video of what happened in the interim. When the last Amazon began moving again, the two remaining attackers had dragged your father out the front door. She pursued and fired. She wounded the undamaged attacker; and one of her bullets ended your Father's life. She was wounded in this last exchange of fire. The two men helped each other to a vehicle and left." I kept working out as I made an acceptable collage of my misery. "Does she know?" I whispered. "Does she; the Amazon? Her name is Sabina. I don't think she's been informed yet," Charlotte answered. "Unless it becomes necessary, don't tell her that her bullet killed my Father," I sighed. "The only thing that is important to me; to Ishara; is that she gave her all as did her sisters. My Father was killed by the men who first shot him. Had they escaped with my Father, they weren't taking him to a hospital, so he was as good as dead anyway. That is all that matters." "Yes Ishara," Charlotte responded with quiet reverence. Knowing nothing of Security Detail's procedure and tradition, I had tossed out an excuse to spare a valiant woman a terrible piece of news. Charlotte's demeanor suggested to me that it would be a kindness conveyed. A few minutes later, Rachel and Tiger Lily came in from their suite. Mona had been my guardian while I slept so she slept now. This was our signal to shower and put on some clothes before the group went downstairs for breakfast. Pamela presented herself as I was getting dressed. Esmeralda's arrival signaled our migration to the ground floor Atwood restaurant. As everyone glided into the elevator, I had a nostalgic moment for Odette. A normal, non-lethal, happy young lady. This all-encompassing seriousness around me was crimping my efforts to find the silver lining in this personal calamity. Ten seconds after exiting the elevator, Nicole angled toward us then we proceeded to breakfast. It took a little jockeying and refereeing by me to get the seating arrangements set. Nicole was on my left then Pamela. Rachel and E were on my right. Charlotte and Tiger Lily were across from me as orders were taken. "How are you holding up, Cáel?" Nicole put a hand on my lap. I had no immediate reply. "Lonely. Sad. Alone. Bereft of anger; it is pointless. I want to scream, rage, tear things up, throw things across the room and hear them shatter; but not really," I confessed. Suddenly, a strange essence infused my core. "No, that's wrong. I am not alone. We have suffered more, lived through worse and never wavered even in the face of death," I said in a ghostly whisper. That was really the last thing I wanted to say. Its origin was from an enigmatic corner of my mind I was resisting venturing into. 'Taking oneself to the cliffs' made a whole lot more sense suddenly. The Amazon prepared her daughters and granddaughters for her absence. She volunteered to make that trek. In her heart, she called out to her Ancestors to prepare them to accompany her on that final journey. That all sounded like comfortable spiritual mumbo-jumbo, safely quoted by a rational man under duress. The abyssal rift in that psycho-babble, makeshift patch over my emotional pain was I felt Vranus and Ishara standing at my shoulders. Vranus because his seemingly endless quest was finally resolved and he and his descendants would at last be welcomed into the halls of their kin. With me, he had succeeded and brought his people home. There was still the matter of the rest; the three sons of Arinniti and the elder warrior. Holy Crap; they were still out there, waiting to be shown the path home. My 'Evenly Holier Crap' moment was feeling the weight of the eyes of Ishara upon me. Not Ishara, the matron goddess of this; my House, but that ancient Amazon who had surrendered her personal name to oblivion to give her followers a sense of unity. No female was solely 'her' daughter; all the women of the house were equal in birth and station. It was that Ishara who stood at my shoulder and, beyond some perverse desire to look behind me to see how sexy she was, I felt I had her; not approval; her mandate. We had to be held to our oaths and would die to a woman (and man) for them. We were to give the Host a second chance to make things right. There would be no retreat. It was not in the Amazon psyche to fight the relentless, remorseless and bloody battle; to risk everything on victory with no thought of failure. It was not something guys were accustomed to, but had been the doom of men down through the ages. Whether too romantic, too stubborn, or too bound to our brother's in arms, men had embraced hopeless causes before; mostly perishing without fanfare yet with the exceptional impossible victory to give us hope. From time immemorial, male kin of the flesh and spirit had piled their corpses one upon the other, refusing the verdict of combat for the sake of brotherhood and every imaginable ideal. It was hardly a trait worth sharing with the sisters. They would understand the pieces; not the result. My lack of political ability would not be disability. I simply had to learn to fight; a lot better than I did at that moment. The echoes of this message inside my head, the chilled air that filled my lungs and balance restored to my heart was bizarrely unfrightening. It would be an affirmation of the 'first directive' oaths all the houses had sworn. It wasn't my place to raise all the 'Runners', or even a single one. It was my duty to initiate the 'Worthy', no matter their number. My actions were mine. I would not shame the other houses. I would not consider their prestige at all. It was not my place in the same way it was not their place to tell me what I could and couldn't do. It was a divine 'Go get 'em' and it felt pretty, freaking awesome. "Cáel, are you okay?" Nicole asked in a worried tone. She squeezed my thigh. I looked down at my hands. I was okay. "Nicole, I have the blood of Ahhiyawa champions on my hands. I feel it's sticky, sickening ichor and smell the copper-laden, metallic odor," I smiled. "I think I'm going to be just fine." "Who?" Nicole was even more concerned. "Someone who screwed with me a long, long time ago. They are all dead, but don't worry about the bodies showing up to bother anyone," I grinned. All the full-blooded Amazons had been very still. The word 'Ahhiyawa' appeared to scare them even more than my haunting actions. To the Amazons, the Ahhiyawa were the Mycenaeans in the time of the Iliad. The problem seemed to be that I had never heard any member of the Host use that term and I was suddenly curious as to why. "You seemed to have went away for a few seconds," Nicole joked lightly. "You do appear better rested, which is good. What is on the agenda for today?" "Get my Father's body, prepare for his cremation, arrange for the last Roman Catholic Church we attended to send somebody to the service and prepare my parent's plot," I ran down. "I imagine the police and feds will want to contact me again," I piled it on. "I want to see my home if the forensic guys let me. What do you think will be aimed at me?" "We'll check up on any family attorney you may have had along with probating your father's Will, if he had one," Nicole assured me. "As for the authorities, let's see what kind of warrants they are asking for before we move beyond a 'denial' defense." "Denial, as in me claiming I didn't do anything because, ya know, I didn't do anything," I gave her a sleepy smile. "How about we eat first?" We ordered, drank our coffee, tea and juices while remaining largely non-communicative. It wasn't until the food began arriving did I realize I'd 'misplaced' Pamela once more. As I tore into a big slab of ham, I looked over my surroundings for the first time. I gave myself a mental pat on the back when I spotted Pamela then the 'big picture' kicked me in the nuts. Pamela was dressed as a server, coasting about the room, filling drinks, getting appetizer and performing the tedious little chores that waiters and waitresses had to pull off flawlessly. The other wait-staff noticed Pamela, but since she was making their jobs easier and not taking their gratuities, they ignored her. They probably thought she was some industry expert. The plates were being cleared away when Pamela returned, back in normal clothing. She dumped a pile of ID's on the table. Nicole picked them up. "Chicago PD; Organized Crime Taskforce," Nicole read off then glanced to Pamela. "ATF, Homeland Security, FBI, FBI, Chicago PD; Homicide, Federal Marshall and Federal Marshall." "What?" Pamela said between bites of her veggie omelet. "I took their identification, not their wallets. Do you want me to go back for those too; and their keys?" "No. We have risked Mr. Nyilas' freedom enough for one meal," Nicole shot back. She took Tiger Lily's empty plate, dumped the ID's on it then covered the pile with her handkerchief. "Hello," this officious young lady greeted us. I'd been distracted by Nicole's malfeasance so I missed the hotel's new Assistant Manager's approach. It was turning out to be a great morning for visitations from my past. This ghost was much younger than the last ones. Our eyes met. It was easy to see that I was the man in charge being the only man at the table. "Director Nyilas, I hope everything is going well for you and your staff this morning," she smiled. "I would also like to convey the Hotel Burnham's condolences at the passing of your father. I too was born and raised in Burnham." I already knew where she'd lived most of her life. Most critically, I very strongly recalled where she'd gone to school; all 12 grades plus K. "Cameron Sanders," I stood and extended my hand across the table. "You look familiar." Of course she looked familiar. Cameron had publically ground my soul into the grit that ants stepped upon. Her verbal rejection had been a pivotal moment in my life. After that day, I had taken responsibility for my life both anatomically and academically. Recall how I had said I was once a 'nobody'. Here was living proof. Cameron and I had gone to the same schools from Kindergarten through our senior years. We'd even shared classes and it wasn't like I could be confused with all the other 'Cáels' we'd gone to school with; because there weren't any. The same goes for 'Nyilas'. I'd been shifting the boner in my pants for three solid years because of Cameron. She had been hot in high school and she was even better looking now; Brooke hot. For a second, my confidence wavered. In that heartbeat, I realized she was just another woman and I was no longer that guy. "Where you an upperclassman at Thornton Fractional North High School?" she queried. "Hmm; do you recall Jenny Forrester?" I countered. Cameron knew her African-American rival, no doubt. The tweak in her smile said as much. "I'm going out on a limb; you look like a DePaul girl." Cameron's eyes twinkled. Her eyes flitted down to where her class ring normally held court. She had taken it off for work neutrality. "How did you guess?" Cameron tilted her hip suggestively. Sex. "So I'm right?" I reposed. I had 'guessed' right because Cameron crowed about her decision to go to DePaul over all her other offers. "I have some family business to take care of, Cameron," I nodded. "Can we catch up later today and figure out where we've intersected before this morning?" Translation: I'm going to screw you. Not 'I want to', but 'I will'. I could normally figure out a woman in an evening. I had a three year backlog of data on poor Cameron. My Pivotal Goddess was an 'upfront' girl. Her façade was bravado backed by the fear of not measuring up; not being good enough. My mistake in High School was approaching her, hat in hand. Cameron felt best when someone took the tough choices away from her. If she didn't lead, she couldn't fail by her way of thinking. Dad had stood by me that night when he came home from work. I was a broken wreck of a teenage boy. Dad hadn't told me to toughen up and he hadn't been sympathetic. All he wanted to know was what I was going to do about it. What was 'I' going to do, as if I could be the master of my own fate. That was my Dad. The next day I started working out, eating better and taking better care of myself. He was dead; still dead yet my feelings over that had evolved. He was with my ancestors now, waiting for me and my sons and daughters. Looking at it that way, he wasn't really gone at all. "I'll see what can be done," Cameron smiled. I was going to eat her up. "Oh yeah, this plate was mistakenly delivered to my table," I indicated Pamela's illegal haul. "Could you see that it gets where it needs to go after we are gone?" Cameron shot me a sultry smile without even giving her task a casual glance. A hideous tip (kudos to Odette) was added to our over-priced bill and the ladies and I retired to our rooms. It was routine heading to our room. Mona waved us to silence. Then the 'bug hunt' began. Like every Amazon persecution of opposing 'life forms', they didn't play fair. The Amazons had placed electronic surveillance in the room before they left so when unwelcomed guests showed up while we ate and Mona 'slept' we could watch where they placed their goodies in our rooms. This was not a matter of throwing a fit and tossing the electronic devices down the garbage disposal. Oh no, not in Amazon battle lore. They found out what frequency your device was broadcasting on and backtracked it. According to Tiger Lily you can use a source point and a handheld device to triangulate the receiver. Then the fun begins. First, keep the original signal going. Put a subroutine of; oh, all kinds of credit card fraud in this case with the video file then call the appropriate law enforcement agency to bust the place. The subroutine would have no point of origin, so the Amazons would be safe. The spying agency would have a headache on their hands. Credit card fraud would require them to confiscate all the equipment because the threat posed was real, even if the tip was now suspect. This was the Amazon equivalent of fixating the enemy at one point; surveillance; while making their real move on another; the funeral. The average Amazon funeral was a private affair. My Security Detail was modifying plans for an Amazon dignitary's attendance of another Society member's funerary rites. Halfway through the deception plan, Special Agents Brock and John showed up at our door. With two law firms (Pratt's and Nicole's) dancing on their foreheads, they were being polite today and inviting me down to be questioned. I asked for Detective Lisa and Investigator Horace to be there. One: I didn't dictate who investigated me. Two: they were under Internal Affairs review. I agreed with 'one'; I would say 'nothing' to any number of highly qualified law enforcement operatives. I might give answers to the two I had mentioned. 'Two' was none of my affair. They could hope for some answers when they chose the review would be over. I was more than happy spending a lifetime not talking to them. Legalize was tossed around to the point Nicole yawned, pointed out none of them were attorney's with the United States District Court of the Northern District of Illinois; damn, that's some letterhead, and they could make no deals, grant no immunities, on their own. There was no talking to be done except for the ass-reaming the Court of Appeals was going to give both the Federal attorney who applied for the surveillance warrant and the judge who signed it. Low and behold, phones began ringing. As a patrol unit was making a raid on a room three floors down, a series of shots rang out. A gun battle ensued between the three armed men in the room, the two patrolmen (women actually) and the entire misfortunate event was caught on NBC Channel Five news. Occasionally I forget I work for fundamentally viciously sick fucks. My 'team' had sent the cops and the news crew to the spot and even supplied the ignorant housekeeper with the room card-key for the cops to break in with; a hotel room is not a private dwelling. Cops break in, do their 'freeze, we are the police' thing, but before the three feds in the room could reply, 'their' computer audio equipment let off a sound of bullets firing and ricochets echoing across the room. Nature took its course after that. The feds drew and both sides began shooting. No one died, but one ATF guy was going off to surgery. They would have all earned Purple Hearts if they had been in the military and a commendation no matter what; had two law enforcement agencies not shot each other up. The chase was on for the news crew who was desperately trying to get their station to show the footage before the feds grabbed the memory cards. Despite having had no part in that fiasco, Nicole immediately clued in that the moment our two feds ran off to help their comrades it was our time to leave. Did we go to the vehicles we came in? No. That would have exhibited a lack of paranoia my guardians would have found appalling. Two new car waited a block away. Had I been better at this game, I would have noticed the lack of functioning traffic cameras around us. Instead, I went begging to the local diocese of the Catholic Church. I plead my case. Mom and Dad were devout, raised me to be a devout Catholic yet when my Mother died, my father had never gotten over the trauma and me, being a young man, hadn't explored my spirituality yet; but I promised I'd get right on it when I returned to New York. The priest who handled the end of life stuff for the Church was sympathetic. He gave me the name of a local priest near my home I could talk to on my return. He also told me that he'd received a moving letter from a nun in Uganda about a deeply spiritual moment she had shared with me years ago, so he was onboard with giving my Dad a Catholic send-off. I wasn't sure if that was a sign to never touch a wannabe Nun again, or a reminder that nun's gave incredibly positive feedback on their sexual misadventures. I went with the latter. A few more calls, the choosing of the proper crematorium and I was through with the first part of that ordeal. Next came the funeral notification and invites. The Union would send some of Dad's closest co-workers and several neighbors said they'd show up as well. Flowers, clothes, wake; well, it couldn't be in my family home. The forensic team was gone and it was free for me to wander through, but the bullet holes and blood might put a damper on the ambience. In the midst of my worries, I got a call. A polite man named Winchell Sokolowsky offered me the Marshal Fields Jr. Mansion for my personal use. If there is any doubt, Chicago is Not the city of good Samaritans, the overly polite, or even the casually kind. Chicagoans pride themselves on being tough. We have plenty of good people who help out, volunteer and try to make life easier for their fellow man. That does not encompass giving a random stranger use of a multi-million dollar mansion. If I hadn't already been living in fantasy land, I'd have been busy figuring out which one of my few male friends was pulling this prank of on me, but no. "Can I inquire about the source of this largesse, Mr. Sokolowsky? Take in mind the incredible likelihood of a government agency most foul listening in," I cautioned him. "A family friend," he responded with an amused snort. Yeah, cause my Father's funeral was all chuckles for me. Since crab-women weren't likely to know owners of mansions, this had to be my aunts. Woot. "Thank you sir. My security people will be over to sweep the place before the city, state, or federal governments can crank out another search warrant. Thank you again." "That is not unexpected," Sokolowsky replied. "Until then." Rachel looked at me as if I'd done something absurd. She may have been right. "Did you just accept shelter from an individual we do not know; except that he is certainly part of the Protocols?" she stared at me. "Come on now," I chastised her. "It's for a funerary wake. I'm not taking three hundred of the lads out for a stroll, chasing savages up the Little Big Horn, or an Irishman deciding that Oliver Cromwell is a man of his word." I leaned in and winked to Rachel. "Besides Charlie; I got an angle." Pamela, who just happened to be walking by, gave me another high-five. Rachel was really learning to hate/dread those moments of synergy between Pamela and I. "I am not allowed to kill you and I am afraid I can't kill Pamela, but please don't think I don't want to do both," Rachel ratcheted up her displeasure. "Torn into itsy-bitsy pieces;” Pamela started. "And buried alive!" I finished. Another high-five. "You two are both insane," Rachel despaired. "That's the spirit," Pamela and my comeback to Rachel was in synch once again. To prove I wasn't heartless, I hugged Rachel. She froze, arms at her side, caught between warring impulses. I maneuvered her arms around until her hands rested on the back of my hips then rested mine on the small of her back. "Rachel, I cannot go back to a safe, faceless existence," I whispered as I planted tender kisses on her forehead. "To do so would be a betrayal of; me; Ishara." Rachel let go of her emotions and rested her head against my shoulder. "Why couldn't I be tasked to do something sane; like fight drug cartels, Maoist insurgence, or corporate hit squads in the Amazon?" she sighed. I moved my hands to her ass and gave them a nice fondle making sure to slowly grind her waist against my hips. Humping her would have been a mistake. That was sexual. I was giving her a bit of physical appreciation and nothing more. Rachel tilted her head up, I brought mine down until we were nose to nose. "Promise me you will try to stay alive, Cáel," she sounded almost mournful. "I will make a deal with you," I stated. "If I make it back to New York alive, you will consent to have sex with me." Rachel was confused, suspicious yet aroused. "None of this 'one hour' in some dormitory, or nunnery cell. I want everything; a light meal, some quality touching time and a minimum of two rounds of orgasmic sex." "Ah; not a scratch," Rachel counter-offered. I nodded, kissed her nose and she felt as if she'd won something. Rachel got ready to take us to our next stop. Pamela slipped past me. "Like shooting fish in a barrel," she whispered. I had never used that term out loud before. "That's what I would say," she clarified. She was my evil psychic twin grandmother. It was through a tireless group effort that I made it back to the Hotel Burnham at 4 p.m. Cameron made a show of being busy when I first came back. I was willing to be patient. While she puttered around, I flirted with the desk clerk and one of the baggage attendants; pale skin, blonde hair with freckles and light brown skin, black hair in a Nubian weave. This was the 'professional' lure. By presenting myself as a 'Man's Man' and garnering female adoration, I was clearly not (yet) that into her. The pressure was on her and Cameron didn't like pressure because pressure equated to the possibility of failure. Her advantages which were obvious to every other observer were not certainties to her. Contest time. "Director Cáel Nyilas," Cameron interrupted my joke to the two ladies, "I'm finished up for the day." I gave a quick smile to the women I was about to leave then turned on my personal demon. "Should I wait in the lounge until you change?" "No," I waved off her objections. "You can come up to my suite and then we can go to your domicile for you to change for a night out." Quick visual clue update: she lived at home with her parents yet dated enough that it wouldn't be awkward. It also showed me that she was uncomfortable about going to my room. She wasn't so enchanted she would do something stupid. I had the answer to that. I had made it a public declaration. Not only did my hovering troop had the news, so did her front desk. Nothing bad could happen to her if everyone knew where she was; right? On the elevator ride up it was just me, Cameron, Pamela and Esmeralda. The rest travelled on ahead. She took one rear corner so I took the other. I then let my leather-soled shoes slide down the carpet, lowering my overall height compared to Cameron. At some point, I began back-spinning my feet, pretending to be on the edge of falling on my ass. I smiled at Cameron and her eyes sparkled at the vaudevillian gesture. Know your prey and I knew way more about Cameron than was healthy for any girl. For instance, she loved Charlie Chaplin and Buster Keaton; more of a Keaton girl. She giggled then came to my rescue. She was wrapping me up in her arms while mine stayed safely away. "You are a bit of a joker," she teased me. "Your beautiful smile makes all that effort worthwhile," I truthfully pledged to Cameron. She sighed so contentedly. Behind her back, Pamela was loading a two-barreled hunting device, aiming at some surface-based, above ground structure with an open top and gave it both barrels while avoiding the imaginary back-splash. 'Looks like herring for dinner,' she mouthed with a wicked grin. Esmeralda was soaking it in. Hadn't I pounced on Rachel a few hours earlier? I was definitely hooking Cameron and reeling her in for some sexual deviant purpose; and Pamela was mocking the whole situation. E turned and faced the doors. "You seem like a really nice guy," Cameron murmured. "I mean that in a good way." "I can't see you as any way, but truthful and kind," I met her cherished countenance. "I imagine even harsh lessons are difficult for you to deliver." There; she had one last chance to figure out the poor schlub she'd crushed at the start of our senior year was me. "Being a leader can be very tough," she moped as she pressed into me. My mumbled offerings of affection and her savage reprisal had never registered with her. I was going to eat her alive. "How about I take care of you tonight?" I requested. She hesitated, not out of fear, but confusion. "Completely relax and I'll make the decisions for this one night. Your mind will be free to enjoy and discard at your pleasure." On most levels, Cameron was seeing this as a date. She was a 'dating' girl. She didn't give up the goodies until date three, if I was exceptionally good; date four, or five otherwise. I was about to dispose of that with a clever case of role reversal. My two staffers vanished as I entered my lakeside executive suite. A splendid view I thought I'd never be able to afford the last day; The 28th of December. I had enough money for a flight and a date picking me up at the airport. Bolingbrook had an inordinate amount of students stay the holidays and, by tradition, the graduating class hosted a New Year's Eve party for those students and the staff. I had told Dad about Havenstone and my infinitesimal chances of that kind of job. That was it. He patted me on the shoulder. There was no pressure to come back to Burnham after graduation if I didn't have a job lined up. It was my home if I needed it. So much was unspoken between us. I could tell he was proud; college; good grades; popular; happy. I shouldn't have taken for granted we'd get a chance to talk later. Back to the joy at hand. "So, what's it like working with your Dad?" I dropped into our causal conversation. I was in the bedroom, door open; really? Why do they put doors on those things? The 'Daddy' question could be taken two ways and I trusted Cameron to take it the worse way; and to be pissed. "My Father didn't get me the job here!" Cameron stormed in and insisted with a nice spirited mare stomp of the foot as emphasis. I 'just happened' to be naked, half turned away and a nice, highly suggestive pair of men's underwear in my hands. "What do you mean?" I was clearly confused. I turned a bit more toward her. Now she could almost see everything. "You; you have scars all over your body," she moaned. "I am a warrior, Cameron. This is the kind of man I am," I gave her a fierce, dominating gaze. "I fight for what I want and I brutally defend that which is mine. Who did you think I was?" Had Cameron been a fighter, that would have been the point she left the room. She was all up-front, bravado and a superior façade over an insecure, parentally driven trophy for their mantel place. My anger faded. It wasn't her fault I couldn't read her signs four years ago. I was still going to fuck her to the afterlife and back, but this time I'd be doing it as an informative journey. "I don't know anymore," Cameron tried to rally some sort of coherent rampart. "Come here," I beckoned her with one hand (the one without the underwear). Cameron shook her head. "Cameron, please believe me, there are things my staff would let me get away with; rape is not one of them. I won't touch you anywhere unless you give me permission." If you are a girl in the room at this point, you are toast. I just made it safe to touch my naked body. Sure, you have clothes on; for now, but not for long. Why? Women desire sex about as much as men do. Unless you are a vapid fashion model with substance abuse issues, men with non-disfiguring scars are an aphrodisiac. Add to that a hard-forged physique and men, sex is there for the taking. "I; uh;” she kept taking baby-steps forward. "I; Pam; Pamela is it?" "Yo," Pamela answered in a bored manner, knife in hand, then, "Whoa now!" she pointed her knife at my equipment. "Sheath that, young man. Put it under wraps right now." "I'm grown man, Pamela," I griped. I also put on my underwear. "Pluck the freaking pebble out of my hand, bitch, and then I'll call you an adult," Pamela sneered. Looking to Cameron, "Anything else Miss?" "No, thank you; no, wait. What do you do for Mr. Nyilas?" Cameron asked. "I'm his psychic medium," was Pamela's sage reply. That supernatural bogusness made Cameron happy. It shouldn't have. "Yeah, I kill his enemies then interrogate their souls," Pamela added with a nod. "It is highly rewarding work." Cameron's mouth gaped. "How about I shut the door and give you two kids some privacy." "What does she really do?" Cameron whispered to me. Part of me wanted to say 'she told you'. "She's my masseuse," I lied. I started putting my pants on (forgetting my socks) then fell/sat on the bed. Cameron came to my bedside. I rolled on my back and highly exaggerated the effort it took to pull them up. Cameron began giggling. "Hey, these are my 'skinny' slacks. I wouldn't laugh at you if our positions were switched." "Really?" she teased me. I laughed and she laughed along. "Cameron, think about it. I'm shirtless and definitely bra-less. I'm pretty sure I'd be too distracted by a multitude of your other assets to snicker," I countered. Cameron blushed and smiled. Ah, the visual image in Cameron's head was her, with jeans, racy panties and nothing else on while I hovered over her, relishing her attempts to conceal her charms. I shuffled back on the bed and resumed pulling my slacks up. Cameron followed, right into the danger zone. "Wait;” she put a hand on my abdomen. "What caused that scar?" So I told her. Okay, I gave her an abridged version of the truth. Fine, I lied like a big dog. I had the amazing habit of stumbling across women in need of saving. I bled for their virtue and honor, racked with intense pain before a violent victory was seized by my masculine hands. I was sure that Pamela and Rachel were hiding just outside the door, retching into waste baskets over the layers upon layers of my tripe. Around wound twelve, I was sure if I had asked Cameron to wear little lamb ears and a bell around her neck, she would have; had one been handy. To be fair, I wasn't fighting off legions of Green Beret. I was doing one better. I was using thinly-veiled caricatures of her High School enemies and nemeses. I was revealing their wickedness and pummeling them for their evil ways. There is a precious look a woman has when she miraculously discovers she is going to have the intercourse she's wanted yet somehow not recognized that need for until that moment. Cameron had that look, straddling me, skirt hiked up to her waist and vulva riding my cock (two layers intervening). We were out of wounds. "The rest are covered up," I explained in a predatory voice. Yes, Cameron was going to have sex and she had no control of events whatsoever and I hadn't even laid a hand on her yet. "Where?" she was suddenly baffled. "Pants," I kept it short and to the point. Cameron looked over her shoulder She reluctantly started to dismount so she could get to them so I made my move. I grabbed her hips in mid-dismount and rotated her around to reverse-cowgirl. Cameron began tugging off my pants with my legs raised high. My stomach crunches kicked in and I leveraged my torso up as well. I deftly moved her skirt up and went straight to the ass massage. Cameron's head shot around, eyes fearful. I had broken my word to not touch her without permission. Yes, I had lied to a girl; Now, I kissed her right on the lips, expertly delivered a delving French kiss and moved one hand to her right breast for an aggressive fondle. Cameron was really getting into it. Her nipples were highly sensitive. Her ass was humping like an over-eager sorority girl pole-dancing on Amateur Night. On cue, Cameron broke free and flew off the bed. "What; you; I thought we were going out?" she whined. She was horny as hell and didn't want to be held accountable at it. "Why are you running away?" I reclined back, solely in my underwear now. I was using my 'I'm disappointed in you' voice. Yes, I was 'guilting' a girl into having sex. Duh. I would never coerce a woman, or take one not in her right mind; that's using forces beyond her control. Guilt? Guilt has a foundation squarely in a woman's mind, just like humor, romance, common interests (feigned or not) and horniness. Girls can control guilt just like any other psychological trigger. It is called being shameless and I ought to know. Remember guys, it cuts both ways. Don't think so? You've had a girlfriend three whole months to the point she's staying over a night or two a week. One night, after your (hopefully) second round, you both discover it is that time of the month. 'Babe (or whatever pet name she has saddled you with), can you run to the store and get me some tampons and pads?' That, by the way, was not a question. She, for hygiene reasons, can't put her clothes on and go out herself. So, you go out to the Quick-Mart at 2 a.m. praying to God that none of your buddies are on a late night beer run and see you with your; stuff. You are not doing this for sex. She's not feeling 100% at the moment. Why are you? Guilt. She was at your place, making your Baloney Pony happy and this happened. You could send her out to the store. Not only is she not the only woman out there, many women understand guys getting freaked out about menstrual products. No, you feel guilty and risk the ridicule of your peers because it is your fault and you are not a dick-wad. And why did she ask you to do something that has nothing to do with you? Women are equally aware that guilt works, Baby. Back to our tale; "I'm not running away," sounded empty coming out of her mouth. "You said; touching." "I think you gave that option up when you crawled on top of me," I leered. "I clearly want to be with you, Cameron. You have given every indication you want to be with me, so I ask you again, why are you suddenly running away?" I kept after her. "I don't want to have sex; right now," again, she sounded weak. "Whatever happens, I go back to New York in two days," I met her shaky gaze. "You can set a time table if you like. The actuality of my life is relentless. I have things to get back to. If you are going to go, then go. I'll head out alone tonight, get a few drinks, come back early and grab some shut-eye," I shrugged. I went searching for my pants. See, she wasn't some random fuck. I wasn't leaving to replace her; making her a failure. I was hemming her in. I had the timeline. I had made my desires clear. There was no negotiation so while she appeared to have choices, she didn't and she knew it. For a girl who had spent so much effort working hard to not disappoint the main masculine figure in her life there was only one thing to do. "I don't want you to think I ever do anything like this," she propped up her morals while stutter-stepping back to the bed. "I feel I have a connection with you." Ah; the 'I have a connection with you' excuse. It would have been so appropriate if she actually remembered me. I pulled her onto the bed, went through the obligatory trying to push me off then we were back to the kissing and humping. Cameron turned out to be a 'use me' girl. That does Not mean abuse, it means she gets off being a responder to her partner's sexual directions. Caress her cheek, jaw and throat and she'd cup my chin, or massage my chest. Cameron was smart and a quick-learner. Her problem was a lack of a sense of adventure and an aversion to taking the lead. With the phantom applause of a hundred other male 'losers' who went to Fractional North High School, I ‘did' the queen who had been beyond us all only four years ago. The erotic twist to all that was with every sense of triumph and pleasure, Cameron mimicked me. Certainly we were both having a memorable time. I had to touch, lick, knead, and fondle every inch of Cameron's body. We both explored our nipple fetish, sixty-nined and engaged in some anal play; no penetration. I completed my first sojourn with the removal of the condom and the blowjob that had been the fantasy of countless hours in my home's upstairs bathroom. Cameron didn't just swallow; she savored and looked like she wanted more. Normally I cuddle beside my partner post-coitus. With Cameron, I lay on top of her at eye level. I put enough weight on her to let her feel pinned without real discomfort. "I have a confession," I gave her a sweaty-faced grin. "What?" she asked then gave me a peck on the lips. "We went to school together; same grade and everything," I enlightened her. "We even talked once." Cameron didn't know what to make of that. "I'll put that in perspective though. Do you believe that if you do something you do your best? Do you believe in craftsmanship?" "Cáel, you are scaring me," Cameron frowned. "Fifteen seconds and you can go," I conveyed with as much calm as I could. "Answer my question." "Okay; yes, I believe in doing your best. I believe in craftsmanship," Cameron played along. "Your words; 'never in a million years'." I related and waited. First there was the uncertainty and fear of the odd course our relationship had taken. It took a few seconds because so few pieces of the puzzle fit. "Cáel Nyilas; it was you; start of senior year; I had been," she muttered. Then came the real fear. "You must hate me." "I thought about it," I said, "but that isn't really me. See, you helped create me. Truth be told, you were only the catalyst. I did all the work." "A great many women helped. They were never a replacement for you. I was taught better than that by my first lover," I continued. "Still, I would be totally different if you hadn't casually annihilated my self-worth that September day." Pause. "Do you like the results?" "You really don't hate me;” Cameron was coming around. "It was high school. We all screw up in high school. According to a few studies, if you don't make a mess of high school, you are destined for failure," I related some real information. "You are getting hard again," Cameron gasped back to being okay with things between us. "Perhaps I should have warned you," I grinned wickedly. "I'm a sex addict." "Hey, Sex Addict!" Pamela shouted into the room. "There are some people out here to see you." "Good people, or bad people?" I shouted back. "Worse," Pamela replied. "The kind of people that want something from you." That was vaguely unpromising. "Cameron, take a shower and we'll talk about dinner when you get out. I think I need to take care of this," I sighed. Off went Cameron to the shower and on went my robe. In the main room, with a variety of levels of sexual tension, were sixteen women I didn't know. The Hotel Burnham has very nice suites, but they are not ballrooms. The room was pretty crowded, with not enough chairs and wall space getting sparse. They were all Havenstone women and I was willing to bet the average age was thirty-five; not my normal crowd. At least I knew why they were all there. Pamela suspected. Rachel and her team were clueless. "Hi, I am known as Cáel Nyilas," I greeted them. "A short history lesson and things will make a great deal more sense, so please be patient." The crowd was not pleased. I was a male and to a woman, the ladies had repudiated the world of men. They were all 'Runners'. It was the presence of Rachel's group that was keeping them civil at this point. "Twenty-five hundred years ago, as the Second Betrayal was ending, there was a small group of males who had proven themselves to the Amazon Host, taken into houses and their names were written on the Amazon Rolls," I started off. "Two of those males and three male children of one of the houses survived the massacre the female Amazons inflicted on their kin." That bought me a moment. Slaughtering your own babies, even male babies, wasn't something they would shrug off. "Well, if you know your Amazon politics, you know that the children of an Amazon who dies while in service of the Host becomes a member of the Host; so on and so on." The implications were sinking in as was the nervousness. "One of those men was a young warrior named Vranus of House Ishara. I am the sole surviving heir of Vranus. We are also here for the burial of my Father, who was murdered Sunday night. The next bit of Amazon politics. House Ishara was an extinct First House," I continued. "Oh shit," was uttered from half-dozen lips as they moved to the next, obvious step. "The succession to the Head of House for any House is elevation by your peers, accepted ritual combat and; the oldest surviving member of the House," I added. "By the Seven Martial Goddess; don't you have to be female? I mean; We are Amazons!" one of the 'Runners' yelled in disbelief. "Do you plan to add more males to your House?" one of the senior members growled. "Two things; it should not bother you one way, or another, and it is not MY House. It is the House of my Ancestor, Ishara. If this is going to be a problem, you are in the wrong room," I met her hostile glare ember for ember. That one headed for the door. "Wait," a fellow 'Runner' grabbed her arm. "You can't be going along with this Marsha?" the departing Amazon snapped. "I don't know this one, but I trust Buffy," Marsha countered. "Ok ladies, so that we are clear," Pamela sighed. "The next one of you to insult the Head of House Ishara, I am going to drag into the other room, kill you and cut you up into giblets for room service to take away," Pamela sounded positively disinterested. "I am not afraid of you," the departing one glared. "That would be a serious mistake," Rachel interjected quietly. Deep breath from me. "Listen, this is a highly improbable incident. I am not asking anyone to embrace the society you have rejected. In fact, I admire you for the strength it took to transition. I also ask you to accept the fact that I DO NOT want to be here, doing this, with any of you," I made one last effort. "Quite frankly, you man-haters scare me; being a man and all. You seem to think I have a choice in any of this. I don't. I am the heir of Vranus. I am the last known living descendant of the Amazon who chose the name Ishara for the sake of her house's unity," I stated. "I don't want to do this, but I'm not the kind of human being who runs away from my responsibilities." "Okay; Cáel of Ishara, why are we here?" Marsha said as she kept the other one from leaving. "Sixty years ago, the Amazon Houses swore an oath to the women who joined their cause. They lied to you. They have not kept up their side of the bargain. They have refused virtually all of you entry into the status as true, full-blooded Amazons," I explained. "And now you are going to rectify that; injustice?" the senior one kept mocking me. "Fine; you and me; one last chance," I sighed. "Look around you. Who do you see? The prettiest, the most pliable, the most power-hungry? If you can point out one woman in this room that doesn't deserve to be a Full-Blooded Amazon, leave now." "You didn't choose any of us," she responded. "Exactly!" I shouted. "I didn't choose any of you to be in House Ishara. Buffy Ishara and Helena Ishara did. Why? Because I don't know any of you, or your sacrifices and worth to Havenstone. I gave that duty to the two; and only two; member of House Ishara who would know who was the most worthy to be in a First House." "We are here to be inducted," one of the silent Amazons voiced with a dream-like quality. "Yes. Barring being rejected by Ishara, you will be inducted at my Father's graveside tomorrow morning," I stated clearly. "How many?" Senior questioned. "This time; twenty," I answered. "I have no agenda and no set number of 'Runners' to be inducted into House Ishara. It doesn't work

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Topics and discussions for this weeks episode include:Weekly recaps/ Thanksgiving/ Zoie's Atlanta Trip (1:55)Young Filly allegations/ Hip-hop #MeToo Movement (20:30)J. Cole new song addressing big 3 beef (40:10)Glorilla drops her debut album (55:30)Kayla Nicole gets dragged for her comments on Angle Reeses podcast (74:00)What's going on with the next generation of NBA stars (95:00)Safaree gets kicked out of Nicki Minaj concert (110:30)Are American acts struggling to tour Canada?/ Blxst concert (119:30)Viral picture of homeless man on Twitter (136:40) Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

In Chapter 8, the boys finally make their way to Hogwarts in Harry's flying car, only to be attacked by a cheap parody of The Whomping Willow… READ THE HPATB WIKI: https://hpatb.miraheze.org/wiki/ THE PLAYLIST: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2rTqX3XpTdZ8TFLZmEfXsj?si=92455dbcd4c148f8 SUPPORT MY WORK! Support me on Patreon → www.patreon.com/radiomike Follow me on Instagram → www.instagram.com/radiomike Follow me on TikTok → www.tiktok.com/@radio.mike Follow me on Twitter → www.twitter.com/@itsradiomike READ MY BLOG: https://radiomike.substack.com/ MY PODCASTS: 20th CENTURY BOY Podcast → https://podcasts.apple.com/au/podcast/20th-century-boy/id1450137287 Harry Potter & The Boys FAN FICTION Podcast → https://podcasts.apple.com/au/podcast/harry-potter-and-the-boys/id1537216249 Thanks for watching and supporting me, Radio Mike.

Did you know that some squirrels, otters and goats are capable of autofellatio? And ferrets, macaques and dolphins can use rocks, plants and other objects as sex toys? Fresh off the back of the Sex is Weird series, Sana Qadar from All in the Mind is getting the down low on animal masturbatory behaviours. Dr Ann Jones has all the goss and it's entirely ruined her internet search history. Please note that this program contains adult themes and explicit language. Parental guidance is recommended.Featuring:Sana Qadar, Presenter All in the Mind. Check out her podcast on the psychology of masturbation here. Matthias Wentzlaff-Eggebert, Listener.Production:Ann Jones, Presenter / ProducerPetria Ladgrove, ProducerAdditional mastering: Isabella Tropiano.This episode of What the Duck?! was produced on the land of the Wadawarrung and the Kaurna people.

Our 4 yr old dog Stanley Pup will NOT quit humping our friend's dogs! HELP!!! Every dang time! They're not gonna dog sit for us anymore pretty soon! Does anyone have any advice or tips on how to get him to stop???

Our 4 yr old dog Stanley Pup will NOT quit humping our friend's dogs! HELP!!! Every dang time! They're not gonna dog sit for us anymore pretty soon! Does anyone have any advice or tips on how to get him to stop???

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Planet Rage is a calming voice of sanity in an insane world, but this episode is HOT! You'd better wear your asbestos suit if you want to come RAGE with us! EXECUTIVE PRODUCER:SirferNo BeretDame SlamyDale Jr.Mark KodraSirTruckDriverEricPPHarryPilgrimChadFScottDHansenCSB – https://www.CSB.lol SUPPORT THE SHOW & TELL A FRIEND!https://planetrage.show/donate EMAIL US: rage @ planetrage.show ALSO CHECK OUT: THAT LARRY … Continue reading "Planet Rage #0141 – Humping Hyena"

Podcast for a deep examination into the career and life choices of Eddie Murphy & Jim Carrey. After Patrick is assaulted when leaving his home one morning, he ponders buying a gun. Lev takes him to the shooting range, but they get distracted by clowns along the way. Joe tries to stop his co-host's projectiles enthusiasm by lobbying the NRA to swear off guns. Will he be able to do what centuries of congress couldn't? Find out on this week's episode of 'What the Hell Happened to Them?' Email the cast at whathappenedtothem@gmail.com Disclaimer: This episode was recorded in August 2024. References may feel confusing and/or dated unusually quickly. 'The Distinguished Gentleman' is available on Youtube (free of charge): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DwP5KEzx5zc   Music from "Humpin' Around" by Bobby Brown   Artwork from BJ West   quixotic, united, skeyhill, vekeman, murphy, carrey, versus, vs, itsy, bitsy, spider, living, color, wayans, grier, foxx, fox, simpsons, clinton, humping

This week, Rory's headed to Palm Springs for a show and offers updates on Laurie's jury duty and Dumb John's “career”. Plus, Kamala's big moments, Tim Walz joins the ticket, and arguing with online people in real life. Subscribe and follow us at @superexcitedpod Follow Rory: @itsRORYjames

Welcome back to the ITC podcast! After a long hiatus, we're excited to dive back into the swing of things. In this episode, we catch up on life events, including the joys and exhaustion of celebrating our granddaughter's third birthday. We explore the importance of maintaining habits, from working out to podcasting, and share a few laughs about our quirky neighbors. We also delve into some controversial and humorous topics like the concept of "soaking" and "jump humping" in certain communities, and the challenges of navigating today's social media landscape. Join us for a lighthearted and candid conversation as we get back into the groove of podcasting. You won't want to miss it!

Snogwarts graduates become Students of Briarwood, then compete for Sex Goddess.by jane700bond. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Preface:While boarding school did a reasonable job of separating guys and gals, The Briarwood College of Incanting Arts could not stop us being normal horny teens and experimenting. They had separate single sex boarding houses, but this generally meant that, at night, gals would experiment with gals and guys would experiment with guys. Then they would experiment with the opposite sex in small forgotten rooms and outbuildings and in the woods and fields that surrounded the college.Ariella, a British gal aged 18, when this story starts, might appear to have more experience than would be otherwise expected. She is no virgin! This higher education academy further develops the craft of wizardry in areas of seduction and behavioral manipulation.The heroine is taught in the story, by the young teacher, Gabriella Peacock “The Sex Goddess awakens desires in others and lets them fulfill their own fantasies through her own vast appetite for sex. She does not enslave! She gives and takes pleasure and fun.”This adaptation is based on the script posted by Jane700bond.Part 1.The Briarwood College of Incanting Arts was the premier post-secondary college of wizardry in the world and it was seven years after Ariella Divine and her other 11-year-old contemporaries had first arrived at the enormous Snogwarts castle in the far north of Scotland. Now 18, they had started their first year and are to take their Advanced Level Wizarding exams. Being 18 gave them some privileges the younger students back at Snogwarts don't have. For example, she only had to share a room with one other dorm mate instead of five; and  like herself, all college students had their own set of bathrooms and showers. She had looked forward to coming back to Scotland after the long summer holiday and catching up with old friends and lovers. There were twelve pupils in the top year in Slither-in House that had survived the earlier years and advanced to The Briarwood College of Incanting Arts, six each of guys and galsAriella was universally acknowledged to have grown up to be beautiful. She was slim with black hair, stunning turquoise blue eyes and pale skin inherited from her Irish grandmother. As so often happens, she had grown during the long summer holidays. At 5 foot 7, she now stood a good bit taller, was rather more curvaceous and her breasts had filled out nicely.This latter bit of growing made her very happy as she had been rather flat chested until then, not really even an A cup and she hadn't worn bras. However, during this summer she was sure she could tell that her breasts had grown more each night of the holiday and she would experiment with them in front of the mirror before breakfast. Finally, in late August she achieved an ambition, to be able to play with her nipples with her own tongue. Soon, she thought, she would be able to suck her own teats!She deliberately dressed in a short-cut tee-shirt that was straining at the front as she wanted to show off her new weapons of sexual mass destruction. She appreciated the admiring glances from the people she passed in the street and in one or two cases, where she fancied the looker, returned the glance with a mischievous smile before she moved on. She had also noticed, the more her tits filled out, the more randy she was becoming!One adventurous day, late in the holiday, she had decided to go and look for some new bras that would fit her fast maturing body. This was to be her first proper bra fitting and Ariella was a little nervous about what was involved. Walking into the lingerie shop she noticed a rather stern woman behind the till and a much younger assistant with a nice face who Ariella thought was rather lovely. Choosing to ignore the matron and talk to the gal instead, together they discussed potential styles and colours and then, finding the gal ever more attractive, Ariella shyly asked if she could have a proper fitting. Ariella was so glad it was the young woman and not the foreboding manager who was to help her in such a personal manner. Cheerily the gal called out to the manager what she had been asked to do and led Ariella to the back of the shop.They squeezed themselves together into a small fitting room and both gals seemed to appreciate the closeness that this entailed. Currently Ariella was braless and she was aware that her now rather prominent and hard nipples protruded through the cotton of her top. Rather nervously Ariella stripped off her tee-shirt to reveal her newly blossomed breasts and the gal stood for a moment apparently admiring them, but maybe “just sizing her up professionally”, Ariella thought.The young gal's tongue was peeking through her lips as she concentrated. The sight of it began to make Ariella feel a little horny, but she had a first got a real buzz of excitement when the clerk passed the tape measure around her back and then under her breasts, gently lifting them slightly with warm hands to get the tape underneath and to measure her chest properly. It was the first time anyone else had touched these new larger and rounder mounds and she was surprised at how sensitive they were.Then the clerk had really made her gasp as she lifted her breasts again and then moved the tape up and tightened it over Ariella's nipples, the shop clerk's face showed a knowing impish grin. They were alone together in the small fitting room close enough to hug and Ariella was certain the gal would love to play a much more dangerous game in the curtained square if she had dared. The clerk's tongue was sticking out through her lips again as, with great absorption, she put her nose an inch from Ariella's chest and then read out the measurement with a surprising huskiness in her voice: “34-inch C-cup, I think. Shall I go and get some for you to try on?”The gal rather slowly pulled the tape from Ariella's chest, brushing as if accidentally the aureoles and hardened nipples - there was so little room, and it was such an intimate role she played, it could have been and accident - not! Ariella felt a heat between her legs as the clerk swished through the curtain and disappeared leaving her standing alone, half naked. She wondered about how horny she had become over the last couple of months as new hormones cruised her body. She seemed to think about sex more and more every day, her mind imagining a whole Karma Sutra of different possibilities with both guys and gals.Humping her large teddy bear had been the first surprise, the coldness of its glass nose on her clit and the bears soft fur between her legs made her appreciate the old stuffed toy in a very different way than when she had been a child. Then there was the head of the power-shower - wow what did that do when she sprayed between her legs and soaped herself? Then she had experimented in the kitchen when her parents were out. Olive oil was good, but coconut oil was better, especially when used to lubricate the banana with which she tested the tightness of her love canal by slowly parting her cunt lips with the black tip and gently pushing it in. The thing really to avoid, she discovered to her cost, was chilli oil. She had had to sit crying in a cold bath for half an hour after trying that on her clit and was not going to forget the heat of that exceedingly hot burning and painful orgasm.Even though it was a warm late August day, Ariella felt goose-pimples rising on her bare skin, especially around her exposed nipples and she shivered. The gal was about Ariella's age, a little shorter, with her blonde hair tied tidily up in a ponytail. She had golden-brown eyes which seemed to look through Ariella and know her deepest desires.Ariella could tell the clerk was experienced in dealing with bras as her chest was front heavy and needed good support. It would have had a challenge getting that pair of whoppers through adolescence without a substantial investment in fitting sessions. She must have had a lot of fans at school! Now, in a low-cut white top the deep tight valley of her cleavage exuded sex-appeal and invited an investigation into the warm hidden depths of its crevasse. Ariella wondered at her size, “34D or, more probably, Double D?” she thought, but did not know the answer.The young woman's lips were full like Ariella's and she was wearing a fashionable scarlet lip-gloss. As she had turned to leave Ariella, could not help but clock her beautiful pert backside in tight-fitting leggings. Nice, she thought, and imagined for a moment cupping that ass, whilst grinding herself into the gal as they kissed deeply, fiery hot nipples rubbing together. The heat and moisture between Ariella's legs became more noticeable and she felt the blood rise to her cheeks.After a few minutes, the clerk came back with a pile of boxes. “Shall I help you try them on?” She asked innocently.Ariella nodded, being her first time at a bra fitting, she barely dared to think what helping might involve; just having the gal measuring her had been arousing enough!The first bra was rear fastening and she put her hands out in front of her, hovering inches above the tempting cleavage, as the clerk threaded the straps up over her arms and then carefully and gently lifted Ariella's breasts into the cups to make them comfortable. Ariella shuddered with a little gasp of pleasure as the hands slowly moulded her flesh into the right position. The gal then leaned forward putting her head over Ariella's shoulder so she could see to fasten the bra at the back. The movement forward pushed the gal's own breasts into Ariella's hands. As Ariella hastily moved her arms to the side, the gal lent further forward and her own young covered bosom created a firm contact with Ariella's increasingly hard and aroused exposed peaks. The clerk expertly did up the bra and held the embrace for a few moments longer than necessary before moving her chin slowly back over Ariella's shoulder. Very deliberately, she kept her chin in firm contact with Ariella's skin as she moved her head down over Ariella's chest. Finally, the gal stopped with her nose rested on the link between the two cups of Ariella's cleavage. Ariella stood there quietly, so close to the clerk that she could smell the sweetness of the gal's breath. In a sudden a state of anticipation and rising desire, Ariella's heart began to race.“I better test the tightness.” The clerk said with a gulp, moving back slightly and leaving a gap of air between their heaving bosoms. With an air of expert concentration, she inserted a finger of each hand under the left and right straps and tested the tension. Then she moved her fingers around to the front inside the bra's material. She stopped, rather unprofessionally, with a finger on each nipple, then slowly inserting her thumbs up inside the cups, she pinched the teats gently making Ariella even more aroused. “A bit tight.” She said loudly, as if to an audience beyond the curtain. “Shall we try the next cup size up?” Reluctantly, Ariella thought, the clerk removed one of her hands and put her finger to her lips whilst miming a warning at the curtain with her eyes.There was a rustle outside and an authoritative female voice asked “How are things going Emelia?”“OK Miss Havisham,” the newly named Emelia replied “we'll find the right fitting in a minute or two.”“Fine”, came the response “I'll be by the till if you need me.” Again a rustle and footsteps moved away.“I'm sorry,” whispered Emelia to Ariella, “but I'm going to have to behave!” As if to contradict herself, she hovered her mouth directly over Ariella's breasts as she seductively reached around and neatly undid the bra. As the breasts came free her sweet lips were apart and a drop of saliva escaped and slowly dropped onto Ariella's newly unconstrained left breast. The clerk stared at the glistening drop for a moment and then quickly darted forward and took Ariella's nipple in her mouth, at the same time she passionately began to play with the other nipple with her hand, rubbing the teat between her fingers. Ariella gasped and grasped Emelia 's ass, cheeks and ground her hot crotch into the hottie, hoping their now engorged clits would connect somehow through their thin summer clothes. Half-naked, Ariella had never felt so hot.After a little while and some heavy breathing, aloud Emelia said, as normally as she could, “Have you tried a front-fastening bra?” With which she pulled her own top downward and unfastened her own bra as if demonstrating how it worked. Ariella gazed with amazement at the grapefruit sized tits and dived forward to take one of Emelia 's amazing large brown nipples in her own mouth. In sudden desperation for sexual satisfaction, she thrust her hand down the front of Emelia 's leggings and with urgency found her way through the flimsy panties to Emelia 's hot, hot cunt lips and started massaging her sex.Another rustle outside and Ariella smiled mischievously at Emelia as she said loudly “I think front-fastening is much more convenient, but can I try the next size up?”“Yes of course, Miss.” Said Emelia and with Ariella's hand still rubbing hard inside her panties and desperately trying not to gasp or moan, she started rummaging loudly through the boxes. “Here we are! Try this one. This one is a Tee-Shirt bra, just great for what you're wearing.”With the looming presence outside, Emelia shrugged and grinning naughtily, carefully removed Ariella's hand from her damp cunt and putting it to her mouth, and briefly licked her own sex juices from the other gal's fingers. After one last desperate deep honey-flavoured kiss, Emelia straightened her clothes, handing Ariella the new bra and showed her how it fastened by demonstrating with her own. “That's perfect,” called Ariella, in a business-like voice, “I'll keep this one on and take those please.”Checking in the mirror she looked decent, Emelia turned to go through the curtain. Ariella, had a last feel of her new friend's backside, slipping her hand between her legs and feeling the dampness there for a few moments. Using her thumb, she found Emelia's hot cunt lips through the material, making Emelia gasp before she moved off through the curtain. A moment later a woman thrust her head through and asked if everything was satisfactory.“Excuse me,” said Ariella haughtily “but I'm dressing, do you mind!” The head withdrew with embarrassed rapidity and for a moment Ariella sat down with a sigh, her hand undoing the button and then going down into her shorts to find her firm, stiff clit crying out for satisfaction. After a moment or two she stood and started to pull on her tee-shirt, but her hand went down into the tight darkness again for a few more moments of pleasure. She was still playing with herself and had her back to the curtain when Emelia came in. The buxom woman stood pressing herself hard against Ariella's back and licked her ear as she breathed deeply. Ariella could only just cope with the hot breath and tickling tongue, but when Emilia's hand thrust down the front of her shorts to join her own, she nearly came. Emelia said aloud “Your bras miss.”She kissed Ariella on the back of the neck and passed over a piece of paper with her number on it. “Fancy a drink tonight?” She asked quietly and then slipped away. Ariella adjusted herself, then incredibly aware of the dampness between her legs and the smell of sex on her hand, she marched out past the manager into the sunlight.That night had been a great way to end the holiday. Emelia may have been a muggle, but she was a very sexy muggle and great fun to be with. After a short drink it was obvious that they couldn't wait to get back to exploring each other's bare barely adult bodies, so with sex hormones going wild in their 18-year-old brains they almost ran from the pub to Emelia's small flat and were soon tearing each other's clothes off to try and cool their heated naked skin.It was wonderful for Ariella to bury her head in Emelia's large beautiful breasts and suckle her until Emelia groaned with longing. They were the biggest pair Ariella had ever played with and she loved the soft bouncing flesh and dark firm nipples. Ariella thought it so good to have her cunt licked and her clit teased by a gal who seemed to have much more experience than her school friend paramours. Ariella loved Emelia sitting on her face whist she probed the gal's deep dark love tunnel with her tongue and gently nipping with her teeth.Sitting there, with Ariella's tongue licking deep inside her, Emelia then brought her clit to orgasm and let Ariella drink an eruption of honey juices when she came. Ariella had no idea that a gal could cum like that, but lapped up the nectar as Emelia bucked and shuddered in climax.Ariella's face was now soaking wet with Emelia's cum juices and this made her own need to cum even more urgent. Emelia's hot lubricated cunt slid easily over Ariella's breasts and stomach, leaving a snail-trail of sex juices and then Emelia turned around to kneel between Ariella's now spread-eagled legs. Emelia sucked Ariella's nipples while she fucked her with two fingers, ever enlarging her hot pink wet hole. Then finding the magic g-spot, and at the same time using her thumb on Ariella's clit, Emelia was able to bring Ariella to a simultaneous climax. Ariella screamed in pleasure as the orgasms made her entire body shudder and tingle; it was the best sex she had ever had … to date.The two gals spent the night together sometimes snoozing until one or the other, with exploring fingers, would arouse the other and they would start their love-making again discovering new delights. Finally, the dawn found them wrapped naked around each other in exhausted sleep.Now Ariella was at The Briarwood College of Incanting Arts, and a year of intrigue, magic and adventure was ahead of her and in Briarwood there was more chance of interesting sex than in any of the others. After her adventure with Emelia, Ariella thought if might be fun trying to win the role of Briarwood Sex Goddess and bring the poor reputation of Slither-in alumnae to new depths of depravity. Whilst an honour not recognised by the college officially, Sex Goddess was a title given to one of the babes of Briarwood each year and, in celebration of her newly awakened sex drive, Ariella thought of the excitement to be had on the way to be crowned.Slither-in was the naughty house at Snogwarts, where the virtuous and the boring where not welcome. Slither-in students were specially chosen by the Sorting Hat that magically recognised that they would grow up to be as randy as hell; the guys were filled with testosterone and the gals, nymphomaniacs. What could possibly go wrong in a boarding school house where the final year students where all full of new found magical powers and ready to experiment?Ariella had left the express train late in the afternoon and entered the Briarwood womens' dorm, an ancient edifice of towers and dungeons. She went immediately to the house notice board. Firstly, there was a notice about uniforms.·         “Because of the current warm weather, and to maintain a healthy well-ventilated body, kilts and cotton shirts or blouses are the order of the day until the weather cools. In true Scots fashion kilts will be worn commando style by students. By order: Snake, the new Dean of Students”.Because the college was also in the north of Scotland, both sexes had a kilt as part of their uniform. The guys wore a more heavily pleated style, whilst the gals were lighter and shorter. The order to wear kilts was quite usual in warm weather, but the order for commando style was normally just for the guys. Ariella was intrigued and thought the coolness it provided would be a welcome change from wearing knickers all the time. But uniforms weren't needed until the next day when lessons started.Ariella then looked to see who was sharing rooms with whom and was surprised to discover the name of her roommate was unknown to her. It was unusual for a new pupil to join in the final year. She went to the Dean of Students to ask who Lucille l'Astique was and where had she come from.Dr. Snake, who just joined the college faculty this fall semester, had come from the Slither-in House at Snogwarts. He already knew several of the college students from their younger days. He was also Master of Defense Against The Dark Arts (or DADA for short) and, as suited the position, was a tall dark saturnine figure, about thirty-five years old. He often frightened the pupils of the other houses with his dark humour and ferocious tongue, but he has a soft spot for his own students and after seven years Ariella was on good terms with him. She knocked and went into his office where Snake lounged in his office chair, feet up on the large red leather desk. He looked up as she came in and stared at Ariella with surprise, seeming to slowly take in how she had flowered over the summer, his eyes roving deliberately from her shapely legs, her firm bare midriff and then he her clocked her expanded bosom, straining in its tight short tee-shirt. After lingering thoughtfully for a moment his eyes finally came to rest on the stunning beauty of her face.Then slowly lifting himself languorously from his chair he approached with a wide smile. “Why Ariella,” he said, “you have grown both taller and considerably more beautiful over the holiday.” His six-foot three height always made her feel like the little girl she had been when she had first met him. Now he looked down on her with satisfaction as he took in her new shape, examining the newly formed breasts that pressed against the tight cotton of her top. The look he gave may have been entirely appropriate for the supposedly evil DADA Snake, Dean of Students, but was probably inappropriate for your average teacher.His hands motioned in front of her and for a moment Ariella, heart thudding a little faster, thought he was going to grab her breasts and try them for size. But instead, as if by magic a badge saying “Prefect” appeared in one hand and with extreme delicacy, he pinned it over her heart, being careful not to let the sharp pin prick her skin. Ariella grinned with excitement at the honour - Prefect! She was so overwhelmed it did not occur to her that Dr. Snake was extraordinarily close. His hands continued to hover near her top as if he was wondering if he could dare lift it up and expose the secret delights it hid.He smiled again, “Umm,” he muttered “your lips have filled out beautifully as well. Gosh, it is nice to have such a sexy and beautiful damsel in my care. I like to make the beautiful ones my Prefects so I can get to know them better. Maybe in your case the badge should say “Perfect” instead of “Prefect” you look so good. Damsels are much more attractive to have around … and more tempting … than those horrible randy guys, I always think. I never make them prefects. You must come and have tea with me one day“ He finished abruptly.Snake had never spoken to Ariella like this before and she felt flushed and a little delighted to have caught the attention of the older wizard. "Sexy and beautiful!” she thought, “I like that description.”“Who is this Lucille l'Astique I am to share with?” she asked looking into his dark smiling eyes.“Ah, Lucille!” he said. “She is a French dame, daughter of the infamous wizard the Marquis l'Astique le Grand. She has had to escape to Britain as her father was recently arrested for using black magic! I hope you will welcome her and make friends… I know you like to be friendly with gals.” He winked and Ariella wondered quite what he knew exactly about her being friendly with gals.“She is probably feeling lonely and scared.” He continued, “So I thought of lovely you as the perfect companion. Please show her the ropes and mentor her through the complexities of Snogwart's life.”Ariella smiled and agreed to go and find the new gal and introduce her to the dormatory and the college. As she turned, Snake's hand patted her bottom and Ariella, instinctively, brushed the hand away with her own which then came in hard contact with a very hard snake in Snake's trousers. The doctor gasped and Ariella went brightly on her way thinking “Sex-goddess, I won't even have to try!”Up the spiral staircase to the women's study-bedrooms went Ariella, wondering what Lucille would be like. Her own French was reasonable, but she hoped the dame spoke English. Her bedroom was at the top of a tower with two staircases, which was split down the middle to divide the gals' and the guys' wings. As she walked in, she saw an elfish-looking figure wearing a light muslin shift leaning out of the window taking in the scenery. The sun shining on the dame made the shift almost see-through and Ariella stood transfixed for the moment looking at the golden figure, her youthful curves mere shadows under the material. Lucille straightened up and turned, the sun now illuminating the dame's strawberry-blonde hair in a halo of brightness. She turned and smiled at Ariella and Ariella's heart nearly stopped at the beauty of the dame before her. Ideas of herself as Sex Goddess disappeared as surely this was a real goddess revealed to her is all her power. “My goodness,” she whispered “you are beautiful!” and more loudly “Vous êtes très belle mademoiselle.”“Et tu!” said the stranger in a soft sexy voice.The young ladies were both beautiful. Ariella, long black braided hair with pale white skin from her Celtic ancestors, Lucille strawberry-blonde hair like rose-gold in an elf-bob, with honey-gold skin, toned by a more southern sun. Ariella, eyes turquoise blue like a Caribbean Sea and Lucille's green like emeralds. Both their bodies were at the point of maturity where the gawkiness of childhood is replaced by the perfect blossoming of young womanhood. Both with perfect breasts and hips and long and shapely legs. Ariella a fine round face with and sexy cupid-bow lips and Lucille with the high-cheek bones of an aristocrat and wide lip formed into a superior smile. It was as if Lucille was a goddess of the sun and Ariella goddess of the moon.They stood and stared at each other for a long moment then realising her tongue was licking her lips and a blush was extending up her neck, Ariella first broke contact. She said with a voice she later thought must have sounded like the excited gabbling of a 1950's gym mistress “Gosh Hello, I'm Ariella Divine, you must be Lucille l'Astique, fantastic to meet you, gosh! We're to share this room, so jolly - I'm so very happy to meet you! Welcome to Student Dorm House.” I came from Slither-in House, at Snogwarts. She stopped realising she was babbling nonsense.“Slither-in? Slither … in?” repeated Lucille slowly with a hint of a grin, the words rolling around her mouth, “Is that what a guy's cock does when he fucks you? Merde, it sounds like it!”Ariella was shocked, which was actually something she could hardly believe, given her life to date. Shocked not so much by the vulgarity that had just come out the mouth of this golden goddess, but by the sudden thought of a guy's cock slithering between her legs. Looking at the expression on Ariella's face Lucille smiled broadly and broke into a beautiful tinkle of laughter. She walked forward, put her arms on Ariella's shoulders and kissed her on each cheek in the continental style. “I am sorry,” she said, “but I had not realised; you are an innocent. So cute!”“Innocent?” gasped Ariella in indignation, “Me? Cute? I tell you mademoiselle; I'm going to be voted the Sex Goddess of Briarwood this year. You just took me by surprise - I had just never thought of the word Slither-in that way before. Quite an exciting concept really.”The blonde dame stepped forward and looked deep into Ariella's sea blue eyes “Is Sex Goddess a position in this place? Like Head dame? Wow! I thought you British didn't like sex.”

We open with another round of updates from behind the scenes of Em's Outgrown tour, from more mind blowing reviews, to meeting the owner of our most vomit inducing ‘AMA' in Adelaide, all the way to becoming Sarah Connor and seeing a former Idol while performing in WA. Then we move onto all of the unhinged stuff that's continuing to be offered up by US Politics, from VP nominee JD Vance attacking cat owners and not denying the rumours that he is a humper of couches. To the terrible execution of the advert announcing that the Obama's are endorsing Kamala Harris for President. There's also more potential Vice President running mate chat, and even some questions around who Taylor Swift and Travis Kelce might put their support behind if at all. Finally there's just enough time for some Paris Games chat as Elio is officially getting to experience his very first one. So far, in an effort to make sure he's not just consuming toxic bro gamer content, Em has introduced him to all the different female sports, and the men's synchronised diving, so job well done. That then leads us to our Sealed Section, on our premium service Emsolation Extra, where Em and Michael talk the latest episode of ‘House of the Dragon' and also ‘Okay, Stop!' Celine Dion's Opening ceremony performance at the Games. Sign up now to start listening or watching the Sealed Section at emsolation.supercast.com. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

We open with another round of updates from behind the scenes of Em's Outgrown tour, from more mind blowing reviews, to meeting the owner of our most vomit inducing ‘AMA' in Adelaide, all the way to becoming Sarah Connor and seeing a former Idol while performing in WA. Then we move onto all of the unhinged stuff that's continuing to be offered up by US Politics, from VP nominee JD Vance attacking cat owners and not denying the rumours that he is a humper of couches. To the terrible execution of the advert announcing that the Obama's are endorsing Kamala Harris for President. There's also more potential Vice President running mate chat, and even some questions around who Taylor Swift and Travis Kelce might put their support behind if at all. Finally there's just enough time for some Paris Games chat as Elio is officially getting to experience his very first one. So far, in an effort to make sure he's not just consuming toxic bro gamer content, Em has introduced him to all the different female sports, and the men's synchronised diving, so job well done. That then leads us to our Sealed Section, on our premium service Emsolation Extra, where Em and Michael talk the latest episode of ‘House of the Dragon' and also ‘Okay, Stop!' Celine Dion's Opening ceremony performance at the Games. Sign up now to start listening or watching the Sealed Section at emsolation.supercast.com.

Jon Martin is a former US Marine and outdoors enthusiast. In this podcast, we discuss the similarities and differences between humping a pack in the Marine Corps and the civilian sector. There is a lot to discuss and we get quite philosophical in this podcast. Over the past several years, Jon has literally stepped up his game, to the point that he hits the trail as often as his schedule permits and has become very active with local hiking groups. Jon even accompanied his daughter on parts of an AT thru-hike she was doing. In 2025, Jon will be embarking on his own thru-hike of the Appalachian Trail, which stretches 2198 miles, through 14 states! It will take him 3-4 months to complete this journey. This was a great conversation with an outstanding human being.

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On this episode of The Cruz Show Podcast. Jackie talks abotu her Mexipino Food Fest + tourists filming Lions Humping, Tacos with Rappers & Louie G strikes out. 

The cherry date and the next phase of Ken's love life. By  PrairieDad1. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. “So, I'm going to be the first man to make love to you. Wow. I'm honoured.” he says. Come here baby. Daddy needs a hug. Angela steps into Kens open arms. They embrace. Bodies molded together. A tear runs down Ken's cheek. “I'm so happy right now. This is going to be a super special summer and extra special occasion. You sure do know how to turn a guy on, baby.” They laugh. “Yep, I can tell,” she says, laughing, feeling Kens erection pushing into her tummy. “Me too daddy. It'll be super special. I can hardly wait. I'm wet just thinking about it.”“Are you nervous babykins? I'll try not to hurt you,” he says. “Daddy, I just sucked your cock into my mouth. My first time ever doing that. So, no, you won't hurt me.” “I'm so proud of you baby.” Ken turns and holds Angela in his arms, embracing her tightly into his body. They continue their climb to the top, arriving at the pickup on the ridge. “Daddy's hungry again,” he says, with a big smile. “Can daddy have dessert, please?” “You can eat me anytime daddy.” Angela lowers the tailgate and jumps up into the box. “Dessert is served,” she says, laughing. “Come and get it.” And Ken does. Just like that the damp Daisy Mae's are discarded and Ken is looking at a bald pussy, drops of moisture beading up on the pussy lips. Lowering his face, he sucks the folds of skin into his mouth. Sitting up her arms supporting her with knees bent, legs spread wide, ass on the tailgate edge, she smiles and watches her lover, her adopted daddy. Driving Angela wild. Trying to hold her legs steady, and failing. Her body trembling, she cries out, "Argh, Fuck!” And cums. Her liquid arousal filling Kens mouth and covering his face, he licks and swallows. A happy man. Over the top happy. His young lover orgasming. And he doing what he likes best, Eating Pussy. Grabbing their blanket, he wraps and covers Angela before carrying her shaking body to the front door of the pickup. An hour later they arrive home and park in the driveway. All seems quiet. No one is around. Ken carries his lover into the house and straight to the shower in the washroom. Their early to mid morning adventure finished. What transpired that morning ignited a fuse within them both. During the following week Angela was constantly visiting Ken. Neither of them wanting to spend a moment separated. Kens fixation with ‘eating pussy' and Angela's discovery of how much she enjoy 'giving head' was a match made in heaven. So much so they ate and sucked their way to new heights of sexual fulfillment. Finally, the weekend was upon them. Laying in each others arms in the afterglow of making love, oral love, their faces covered with one another's CUM. Ken smiles “I do believe we should have a proper date this weekend. An in the city, fancy restaurant, 5 star hotel, a daddy and daughter romantic date. What sayeth you m'lady?” “I sayeth 'oh goody kind Sir'. Daddy gonna pop my cherry,” she asks, giggling. “We're gonna fuck like rabbits, over and over and over,” he says, laughing. “Fuck my brains out daddy. I want your big sausage inside me,” she says, a huge face covering smile. “But for now, I'll just suck you again” leaning over and taking Ken's cock into her willing mouth. “Oh no you don't. Me too,'” Ken says as he adjusts their bodies, laying on the bed with Angela positioned on top of him, her head over his cock, her pussy over his mouth. Both diving in, the sounds of slurping, sucking and licking filling the bedroom. Kens hands on Angela's butt, fingers pushing on her cheeks exposing and opening her small puckered asshole. Tongue licking and teasing the forbidden hole. Angela's tongue expertly licking the long thick veiny and hairy shaft. Opening her mouth and sliding her lips over his mushroomed cockhead. Swallowing him inch by inch into her mouth and throat. Her eyes watering, his girth stretching her mouth wide open. Using his tongue like a poker Ken pushes thru her puckered opening. A gasp, her body shakes. Moving her back and forth, her ass riding on his tongue. Bobbing her head up and down sucking on Kens thick girth, damp brunette hair hanging down over her face. Ken guides his tongue from asshole to pussy licking along the folds of skin. Angela shivers. Tasting her sweet nectar, flicking his tongue in and out of the wet pussy, her body shivers as an Orgasm builds within her. Her continued sucking is also building an orgasm within Ken. A loud gasp, an “Argh”, and Angela's sex is released in orgasm. Ken licks and laps up the river of sex, tasting his lover. Ken moans loudly, hips shaking, his cock erupting, again, with gobs of cum filling Angela's throat. She releases her toy and cum spurts over her cheeks, chin and breasts. She collapses on Kens body, Her mouth sore from so much exercising. They lay in the afterglow of sex, damp bodies relaxing, breathing slowing. Wrapping his arms around Angela, holding her tightly, fingers caressing her back, waist and bum, he falls asleep. Angela, her face resting on Kens flaccid cock, blinks her eyes closing them and drifting off to sleep. During the next week the sexcapades continued uninterrupted. Never tiring of one another. Their tongues and lips working magic with each other's body. The sounds of sucking and slurping filling Kens house. The yelps, gasps and screaming orgasms rocking their bodies. Whether shaking, shivering or tremoring, their bodies always reaching fulfillment. Cum and sex filling their mouths, covering their cheeks and licked up readily with their tongues. Never receiving enough, always wanting more, their ultimate goal: sexual bliss. In the end, two bodies collapsing in an entangled of arms and legs in exhaustion. As the week closes, Angela and Ken decide Date Night in the city is in order. Wanting their relationship to progress to the next level of Erotica, which for them, will be sexual intercourse. For Ken, it's the taking of Angela's cherry and she losing her virginity. And, in Angela's mind, the act fulfills a long-held fantasy, the fulfillment of her dream in becoming a woman living in the love and nurture of an older man, her reward for loving him. And maybe, just maybe, becoming a mommy. Angela smiles to herself. Friday arrives. Ken has already made all the arrangements for their weekend of romance. Their special date. Not wanting to overlook a thing and making sure everything is in order he goes over very detail. Angela, her life about to change forever through one act, her deflowering, giving up her virginity to a man. In her mind, no small act. She desires for this weekend to be as special as the event warrants. And wanting to present herself to Ken as the chaste and pure woman she is. She chooses a White Matte Strapless Dress, a sleek curve hugging tube dress with an hourglass cut. The colour of purity wrapped in a “fuck me” dress. Looking at herself in the full length mirror, even she is impressed with what she sees. She wonders whether they will even make it out of the driveway, never mind eating dinner before arriving at the hotel. She smiles. Wanting to create the perfect impression for Ken she believes she has succeeded. Leaving her bedroom and heading down the stairs, she hears the doorbell ring. “I'll get it” she yells out to her mom who is sipping wine on the living room couch. On seeing her, mom gasps, “goin on a hot date?” “You could say that,” Angela smiles. “I'll be gone until tomorrow.” As Angela makes her way to the door, her mom is thinking, 'our neighbour, Ken must be quite the guy to cause such a radical difference in my daughter. I'm so Fin jealous.' Angela swings the door open. Ken stands on the doorstep a bouquet of yellow roses in his hand, dressed in a black silk shirt and dress slacks. A long whistle sounds, surprise written in his eyes as he holds the bouquet out for Angela to take. “You are an extraordinary vision of purity and beauty Me'Lady.” Angela curtsies. “Thank you kind Sir.” Pointing to the floor, “I have a small shoulder bag,” which Ken picks up and then holds an arm out to guide her to the car. Opening the door and allowing Angela to slide into her seat, Ken watches closely. He walks around the car to the drivers door and gets in himself. Looking over at Angela, mouth open and speechless, he whistles again. Leaning back into her seat, legs crossed, thick nippled perky breasts outlined in elegant whiteness, long legs and muscular thighs on display, she holds the bouquet of yellow roses in her lap. A larger than life huge smile graces her face. Purring softly in a seductive voice, she says, “Take me to our honeymoon suite oh gracious King.” “Certainly Princess.” To say Ken is beyond aroused it an understatement for the ages. At this point he is questioning whether he'll make it to the hotel, never mind eating dinner. An evening of foreplay is in the cards. Forty five minutes later they are parked at the small Italian Restaurant. A romantic dinner awaits them. Ken Escorts his Princess across the parking lot, arm wrapped around her waist, hand on her butt, fingers caressing her matte covered flesh and a giant erection in his trousers. Escorted to their window view table toward the back of the dimly lit dining room, Ken seats his angel, before seating himself. They Sit beside one another facing the window and the view of the harbour, their backs to the rest of the dining room. Angela's hand rests on Kens cock. Kens hand rests between Angela's crossed legs, trapped. The foreplay continues. “Tell me what you are going to do to me tonight darling,” she says, her hand massaging his hardness. “If you don't stop turning me on even more than you have already, not much,” he says. Angela stops her massaging, a pout forming on her face. “I'm going to fuck you so hard and for so long you will be laying in a CUM lake,” Ken whispers. This brings a smile back to Angela's face. “Promise,” she says. “Before I do that, I'm going to eat your pussy and lick your ass,” Ken smiles. “My appetizer.” “Either I am peeing myself or you have me so wet. oh fuck,” Angela moans, “I'm cumming,” she says, leaning back in the chair, uncrossing her legs and spreading them. She shivers. Ken feels the moisture on his hand, lifts his fingers to his mouth and tastes them. “Yep, you came. Have a taste.” Their waiter arrives with a bottle of wine, takes their food order and departs. “That was intense, what just happened to me. I like our foreplay. I'm so fuckin ripe.” she wispers. “Oh baby, you ain't seen nothin yet,” Ken says, pouring the wine. “Ripe for the pickin.” "You got that right baby,” she says, leaning her head on his shoulder, “I can hardly wait.” “Know what? I want a baby, your baby,” glancing up up at him, “Is that okay daddy?” “You know it is. I'll give you all the babies you want babykins.” “Now, that makes me horny,” she giggles, “super horny.” “You sure you really wanna eat Italian,” she asks. “Nope,” reaching into his back pocket, pulling out his wallet and dropping a couple big bills on the table. Ken Slides off his chair, stands and then helps Angela from her chair. They walk out of the restaurant passing their waiter, “Moneys on the table,” Ken smiles. Once outside, Ken sweeps Angela up into his arms and carries her to the car and seating her. They buckle into their seats. They roar off. Angela tittering and giggling the entire time. Five minutes later they are registering at the hotel. Angela, dressed in her white micro dress attracts the attention of several men, stands close to Ken not wanting anyone to notice the Orgasm stains on her legs, thighs and dress. At the same time this causes her to feel naughty and horny. Whispering in his ear, “I love you daddy,” running her tongue over his ear lobe. Distracting Ken from what he is doing, he turns to her and smiles, runs a hand over her ass cheeks and growls, “Grrrrrr, another ten minutes babykins and I'll, ” his voice trails off as he pinches her bum. Laughing. Finally finished registering, she struts over to the elevator walking ahead of him her ass invitingly wiggling for his pleasure. A porter follows carrying her shoulder bag. In the elevator, the building foreplay of the evening and their horniness threatens to explode. Angela slips into Kens arms, their bodies molded together, lips locked into a long wet passionate kiss. The porter tries averting his yes. Ken's hands again caressing ass cheeks. A favourite activity of his. Angela's hands fondling the lump of arousal in his slacks. Their lust builds. The elevator stops. They follow the porter down the hall. He opens the door to their room and places the bag inside. Ken hands him a bill, lifts his lover bride in his arms and carries her over the threshold. Angela squeals with laughter, the door closing with a loud click. Ken gently lays her on the bed. “Give me five minutes daddy. I'm going to freshen up,” she says, sliding off the bed and grabbing her bag, she heads into the bathroom. At this point, Ken is uncertain what to do beside wait for her. Should he undress down to his boxers? He just isn't sure, so he does nothing. Hopping up and sitting on the bed in his silk shirt and slacks he waits. Five minutes grows into ten minutes. He waits, the anticipation building. Muttering to himself, how long does it take to freshen up?' Finally the bathroom door opens. There she stands. Kens mouth drops open. And again, for the umpteen time since he first met and saw Angela, she has again transformed herself. From running with her hair tied up in a ponytail to her auburn hair flowing over her shoulders; from wearing bum hugging shorts to wearing a denim mini skirt; or wearing skin tight jeans. The upgrades are phenomenal. How do you outdo the dress she wore tonight? Well, Ken is looking at it. You outdo a white strapless matte micro dress with a white sheer jersey gown that has a Deep V-neck front, a Revealing back, is Sideless with Adjustable neck, back, and front ties in Matte Lycra trim and is Sheer Jersey. And black high heels in which Angela struts over to the bed, with her token angelic smile. No words are exchanged. No words are necessary. Just the escape of air and heavy breathing. As his virginal bride daughter struts around the room showcasing her body for daddies attention moving oh so seductively turning, twisting and bending. Strutting her stuff as if on a runway throwing in a dance move or two. Her performance over, she walks over to the bed climbs up and leans over Ken. Slapping his hand away as he reaches for her, she unbuttons the black silk shirt, unbuckles the slacks and pulls down the zipper. All the while, smiling. Her gown falling loose over Kens tingling body. “I love you daddy. Make me a woman daddy. Make me a mommy. Fill me up too overflowing with your potent seed, your thick gooey sperm. Cum like a river for your babykin daughter, your virginal bride. Please daddy!” Ken, burning with desire for his virgin lover, rises upright on the bed, tossing his shirt off and to the side, wiggling out of his slacks, they fall to the floor. Shoes, socks kicked off. Reaching out for the object of his affection and pulling Angela into his body, Embracing, kissing, two bodies becoming one burning with lust, Ken flips Angela over onto her back on the silk sheets. Standing now beside the huge bed and looking down at his angel, he smiles, a huge grin, fingers snapping at the waistband of his boxers, he pushes them down and off his legs. His rigid member pops free, liberated and swinging back and forth. A loud “gasp,” two giant balls dangling and swaying. She smiles and reaches for him. He takes a step forward, climbs onto the bed, kneels between Angela's legs. Her body a picture of perfection highlighted and seductively clothed in the sheer white gown. Bending her knees, opening her legs wide, loosening the front ties and adjusting her gown to reveal and a bald pussy. She smiles and giggles, “Make Love to me daddy.” A smile, a nod and Ken guides his thick, harder than rock Cock toward her love nest. “Make me a woman, daddy. And a baby too,” she says, giggling. Pushing his girth into her warm damp velvety cunt, stretching and opening her up, he feels resistance. “Ready baby,?” he asks. A nod, fingers grasping the bunched bed sheets. He pulls back slightly and then thrusts forward, the cock head piercing her hymen, and he commences fucking. The thick cock fully buried in her love nest. A loud yelp,“ followed with a gasp. The burning desire. The burning lust. Now giving way to a proper fucking, the act of making love. Ken humps and thrusts. Stretching and burying his cock inside Angela. Faster and aggressively, his ball sac slapping against her ass. Moans, gasps, deep breathing, air exhaled. "Slap, slap, slap.” 'Ooh's, ahh's. Angela shivers. Her body trembles. An orgasm builds. A screeching yelp. Kens cock burying itself entirely within her as he thrusts, his cockhead slamming against her uterus. She cums. Orgasm. Her body shakes. Beads of perspiration on her forehead and arms. Ken senses something different. His cock twitches. His ball sac releases. His sperm, seed, cum begins flowing. His cock erupts. The seed explodes into his lover. Filling her womb with potent baby making seed, ropes of cum, gobs of sperm. He continues thrusting, slowly now, until he senses he's empty. Pulling his cock free from Angela's honey pot, it dangles semi erect and flaccid. He falls onto the bed and pulls her tight against him. They spoon and cuddle in the afterglow of making love. The balance of their weekend was spent much the same way. Making love, cuddling, showering, making love again. Housekeeping was called several times to change out the bedding, replacing their damp, stained sheet for fresh clean ones. The prediction of them laying in a 'river of CUM' had come true. By Monday morning they were sore and limping to the car for the drive home. They were fully and sexually satiated having indulged almost nonstop in making Love to one another. Before Leaving they gave their porter and the housekeeping staff a handsome tip for their service. The drive back was quiet, the two lovers a different couple now. They had consummated their union. They were now definitely committed to one another now. So they thought. Angela had made Ken feel alive again, bring hope back into his life. Ken had taken a naïve, out going young woman and fulfilled her older man fantasy. By giving her the love, attention and care she sought after, they had fallen in Love. A week later summer was over, school beckoned and Angela left for another semester of education. Only the memories remained. Precious memories. They both hated “Good Byes” so on the morning of her departure, Ken was hidden away in his house. Angela was tearfully trying to see as she drove. Hearing her car pull away, he shed a tear and, sipped another cup of coffee. Both wondering in their thoughts, 'is there a future for them?' A Deliberate Encounter Sitting in her spacious kitchen Melanie is at odds with herself, stewing and feeling sorry for herself. During the summer she watched the transformation in her daughter Angela, going from a naïve shy young girl to an outgoing teasing lil slut. Of course, those are her words. Words of jealously. But ever since she met the next door neighbour Ken, her daughter had blossomed into a sexually active and sexually content lil vixen. This troubled Melanie to no end. Not because Angela didn't deserve a man, but simply because Melanie wanted a piece of the action. She wanted a man to love. A man like the man she once loved when she met her hubby, before he became such an asshole. She wanted the wild sex, the experimenting, the multi orgasms, she wanted it all. And when Ken became available, her own daughter beat her to the prize and won his heart. Ever since her husband John moved her to this little jerk water small town Melanie had been discontented. Then he just ups and takes off on his business trips leaving her home and alone, lonely and horny. At least, In the city she was able to cruise the bars and discretely find accommodating studs for a night of fun. Not so here in small town Canada. There was only one bar and the opportunity for a discrete encounter was slim to nil. What made matters even worse, in Mel's mind, her daughter had been home only one day from Uni and met Ken. The rest, as they say, is history. Her daughter had enjoyed a summer of sex. This made Melanie more than jealous. She is downright envious. A smirk on her face. “I'll teach him,” she laughs. “What a real woman is capable of.” The 34 year old mother looks down over her body. Standing before a mirror, she admires her assets. Large D cupped rounded breasts, a narrow waist with long shapely legs. She gives her head a shake, her shoulder length natural blonde hair waving and shimmering. Turning around and looking back over her shoulder the very best asset, in her mind, is the rounded ass, her bubble butt. “Oh gawd I miss having you happy,” she says, speaking to her bum. With all these thoughts confronting her she makes a decision. A visit to Ken is in order. Time to take control of my life and get what I want and just to make sure I do, I'll give him something he is already familiar with. She laughs, the devilish laugh of a woman who is convinced she wins the prize. Heading to her bedroom, disrobing along the way, she steps into her walk-in clothes closet. Looking through her dresses she finds exactly what she is looking for, the White Strapless Matte 'Fuck Me' dress. Muttering 'we'll see who wears this curve hugging tube dress better,' giggling. 'Daughter or mommy? D cup breasts or perky boobs, nice, rounded ass or bubble butt ass? Humm, watcha think Ken?' laughing. Sitting in his kitchen, coffee cup in hand, Ken looks wistfully through the large window overlooking his backyard garden. His thoughts focused on Angela and the wonderfully erotic summer they enjoyed in each other's company. A tingle causing his body to shiver. A female voice calls out, “Howdy neighbour” interrupting his contemplation. A familiar style voice similar to ones he's heard before. “Uh, Neighbour answering,” He yells back. “Come on in,” he says, and muttering to himself, 'right on time.' A tallish woman, mid 30's pokes her nose around the corner. "Hi. I'm Melanie, Angela's mommy.” she says. Waiting for a response, she smiles, looking somewhat awkward while Ken scopes her out. His eyes moving up and down, observing, liking what he sees. “My goodness, like mommy like daughter. I thought Angela was one beautiful woman; but you, mommy; are absolutely gorgeous.” Ken says as he pores on the praise, flattering Melanie to an extent that causes her face to turn beet red. “That dress is made for you and only you!” he says, followed by a long whistle. “Have I embarrassed you?” he asks, standing to face her. “I hope so,” he says, laughing. “The one thing Angela brought to my attention, never failing to mention actually, was how lonely and neglected you are Melanie. Possibly I can help you out with that predicament.” “I; um, was hoping you might.,” she paused, caught by surprise with Kens aggressive nature. She smiles, not missing a beat though, looking so deliciously appetizing in the White Straplesss Tube Dress highlighting her large, rounded breasts. She turns around for him, “You like?” she says, giggling. “No Melanie, I love,” he says, laughing, “and I've been expecting you. May I call you Mel?” “Expecting me, really?” “Uh huh. Big city girl dumped in a small town by a workaholic hubby who knocked you up while you were a young teenager. Not able to do anything discretely like you could before. Lonely, ignored and horny. You, my dear, are Ravishingly gorgeous. And you've been suffering all summer while your daughter got it on with the neighbour. How am I doing so far?” Ken reaches out his arms placing his large hands-on Melanie's hips and leans in to kiss her. Mel responds with a kiss of her own. The long passionate kiss heightens Ken's lust, pulling Melanie closer, hands caressing her ass cheeks. He feins  a 'growl.' Sucking her tongue into his mouth, tongues flirting and teasing; then a 'moan.' Ken sweeps her off her feet and carries her to the living room sofa, laying her down. Standing beside her prone body, eyes eating her up, lust burning in his body. Mel reaches up and plays with his belt buckle, “Wha d'ya got for Melanie?” she implores, big blue eyes smiling up to him. Ken can hardly wait until she gets her answer, which pops out immediately. The large bulbus thick cock springs free from confinement and stands at attention. Ken shoves his jeans down and kicks them away, his lengthy cock waving in the air. Mel quickly goes to work, cupping his manhood in both hands. Ken, meanwhile takes inventory, ogling the luscious woman laying prone before him. Large, rounded breasts dressed seductively in her 'Fuck Me' dress. Long shapely legs. A less than short micro dress covering, barely covering, her gorgeous ass globes. Not able to control his lust any longer, “We'll play later darling. Now, I'm going to fuck your brains out.” he declared. Not asking! Telling! Mel's head shakes yes, “I've wanted this for so long.” she says, Smiling. Ken quickly moves her to the plush carpeted floor. Kneeling between her outstretched legs, holding and guiding his cock to Mel's womanhood. The large cockhead teasing her pubes as he strokes it up and down her damp bushy pussy lips. Mel, with a look of expectation, smiles. Ken smiling, pushes his thick member into her. A long hard thrust and he's in. Mel gasps. Her pussy stretching to accommodate him. White dress bunched around her waist, Ken begins hammering away, piston fucking her. Mel meets his thrusts with her own. Head rolling back and forth. Beads of perspiration on her forehead. Gasping, Moaning, Humping her ass up and down. Ken hammers her fast and furious. Their pent-up lust driving them. Ecstasy building. Orgasms. Melanie cums first, “Argh!” Ken's balls tighten, his cock jerks and erupts. Exploding with a rope of cum. A river of cum. The two satisfied lovers collapsing in a heap on the carpet. Their insatiable lust temporarily satisfied. “Nuth'in like a mommy to help a guy forget her daughter.” Ken laughs. “Here's hoping my hubby plans on lots more business trips,” Mel laughs. “I actually hope he makes himself scarce.” “Oops, speaking of which, I think I hear his car now. Must be home for lunch.” She giggles, “Not as good a lunch as I'm going to have,” her fingers dancing on Ken's cock. Ken smiles, “I wanna go check him out,” he says, standing up, “Come darlin.” Taking Mel's hand, he leads her back into the kitchen to the side window, facing Ken's driveway, right next to John's. With her standing in front of him they look over the driveway and watch as John exits his car. Ken places his hands on Mel's hips pressing his flaccid cock into her bum. “Wonder what he'd say if he knew I just Fucked his wife;” he says, laughing and cupping her ample breasts. “I'm going to own this body, babykins. What do you think of that?” “I love it. You can have me anytime big guy; even now,” she says, giggling. “Ready to go again, are we,” he says, pushing Mel's head to the window, she arcs her back, “Doggy fuck?” she giggles in agreement. She places her hands on the window ledge for leverage. Flaring her bubble butt ass, a juicy muffed pussy peaks up at him; his fingers teasing the folds of skin. Ken slides the white dress over her luscious ass cheeks, his hands caressing. “Gawd, I love your ass, my ass,” he says, laughing, his hands guiding his cock. Running it over her butt cheeks and butt crack, watching it grow in size. He slides it down to her pussy and presses into her. “One man's loss is another man's gain,” he says, shoving his cock into Johns wife's vagina. Mel and Ken fuck. John walks back out to his car. To be continued. by PrairieDad1 for Literotica

The cherry date and the next phase of Ken's love life. By  PrairieDad1. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. “So, I'm going to be the first man to make love to you. Wow. I'm honoured.” he says. Come here baby. Daddy needs a hug. Angela steps into Kens open arms. They embrace. Bodies molded together. A tear runs down Ken's cheek. “I'm so happy right now. This is going to be a super special summer and extra special occasion. You sure do know how to turn a guy on, baby.” They laugh. “Yep, I can tell,” she says, laughing, feeling Kens erection pushing into her tummy. “Me too daddy. It'll be super special. I can hardly wait. I'm wet just thinking about it.”“Are you nervous babykins? I'll try not to hurt you,” he says. “Daddy, I just sucked your cock into my mouth. My first time ever doing that. So, no, you won't hurt me.” “I'm so proud of you baby.” Ken turns and holds Angela in his arms, embracing her tightly into his body. They continue their climb to the top, arriving at the pickup on the ridge. “Daddy's hungry again,” he says, with a big smile. “Can daddy have dessert, please?” “You can eat me anytime daddy.” Angela lowers the tailgate and jumps up into the box. “Dessert is served,” she says, laughing. “Come and get it.” And Ken does. Just like that the damp Daisy Mae's are discarded and Ken is looking at a bald pussy, drops of moisture beading up on the pussy lips. Lowering his face, he sucks the folds of skin into his mouth. Sitting up her arms supporting her with knees bent, legs spread wide, ass on the tailgate edge, she smiles and watches her lover, her adopted daddy. Driving Angela wild. Trying to hold her legs steady, and failing. Her body trembling, she cries out, "Argh, Fuck!” And cums. Her liquid arousal filling Kens mouth and covering his face, he licks and swallows. A happy man. Over the top happy. His young lover orgasming. And he doing what he likes best, Eating Pussy. Grabbing their blanket, he wraps and covers Angela before carrying her shaking body to the front door of the pickup. An hour later they arrive home and park in the driveway. All seems quiet. No one is around. Ken carries his lover into the house and straight to the shower in the washroom. Their early to mid morning adventure finished. What transpired that morning ignited a fuse within them both. During the following week Angela was constantly visiting Ken. Neither of them wanting to spend a moment separated. Kens fixation with ‘eating pussy' and Angela's discovery of how much she enjoy 'giving head' was a match made in heaven. So much so they ate and sucked their way to new heights of sexual fulfillment. Finally, the weekend was upon them. Laying in each others arms in the afterglow of making love, oral love, their faces covered with one another's CUM. Ken smiles “I do believe we should have a proper date this weekend. An in the city, fancy restaurant, 5 star hotel, a daddy and daughter romantic date. What sayeth you m'lady?” “I sayeth 'oh goody kind Sir'. Daddy gonna pop my cherry,” she asks, giggling. “We're gonna fuck like rabbits, over and over and over,” he says, laughing. “Fuck my brains out daddy. I want your big sausage inside me,” she says, a huge face covering smile. “But for now, I'll just suck you again” leaning over and taking Ken's cock into her willing mouth. “Oh no you don't. Me too,'” Ken says as he adjusts their bodies, laying on the bed with Angela positioned on top of him, her head over his cock, her pussy over his mouth. Both diving in, the sounds of slurping, sucking and licking filling the bedroom. Kens hands on Angela's butt, fingers pushing on her cheeks exposing and opening her small puckered asshole. Tongue licking and teasing the forbidden hole. Angela's tongue expertly licking the long thick veiny and hairy shaft. Opening her mouth and sliding her lips over his mushroomed cockhead. Swallowing him inch by inch into her mouth and throat. Her eyes watering, his girth stretching her mouth wide open. Using his tongue like a poker Ken pushes thru her puckered opening. A gasp, her body shakes. Moving her back and forth, her ass riding on his tongue. Bobbing her head up and down sucking on Kens thick girth, damp brunette hair hanging down over her face. Ken guides his tongue from asshole to pussy licking along the folds of skin. Angela shivers. Tasting her sweet nectar, flicking his tongue in and out of the wet pussy, her body shivers as an Orgasm builds within her. Her continued sucking is also building an orgasm within Ken. A loud gasp, an “Argh”, and Angela's sex is released in orgasm. Ken licks and laps up the river of sex, tasting his lover. Ken moans loudly, hips shaking, his cock erupting, again, with gobs of cum filling Angela's throat. She releases her toy and cum spurts over her cheeks, chin and breasts. She collapses on Kens body, Her mouth sore from so much exercising. They lay in the afterglow of sex, damp bodies relaxing, breathing slowing. Wrapping his arms around Angela, holding her tightly, fingers caressing her back, waist and bum, he falls asleep. Angela, her face resting on Kens flaccid cock, blinks her eyes closing them and drifting off to sleep. During the next week the sexcapades continued uninterrupted. Never tiring of one another. Their tongues and lips working magic with each other's body. The sounds of sucking and slurping filling Kens house. The yelps, gasps and screaming orgasms rocking their bodies. Whether shaking, shivering or tremoring, their bodies always reaching fulfillment. Cum and sex filling their mouths, covering their cheeks and licked up readily with their tongues. Never receiving enough, always wanting more, their ultimate goal: sexual bliss. In the end, two bodies collapsing in an entangled of arms and legs in exhaustion. As the week closes, Angela and Ken decide Date Night in the city is in order. Wanting their relationship to progress to the next level of Erotica, which for them, will be sexual intercourse. For Ken, it's the taking of Angela's cherry and she losing her virginity. And, in Angela's mind, the act fulfills a long-held fantasy, the fulfillment of her dream in becoming a woman living in the love and nurture of an older man, her reward for loving him. And maybe, just maybe, becoming a mommy. Angela smiles to herself. Friday arrives. Ken has already made all the arrangements for their weekend of romance. Their special date. Not wanting to overlook a thing and making sure everything is in order he goes over very detail. Angela, her life about to change forever through one act, her deflowering, giving up her virginity to a man. In her mind, no small act. She desires for this weekend to be as special as the event warrants. And wanting to present herself to Ken as the chaste and pure woman she is. She chooses a White Matte Strapless Dress, a sleek curve hugging tube dress with an hourglass cut. The colour of purity wrapped in a “fuck me” dress. Looking at herself in the full length mirror, even she is impressed with what she sees. She wonders whether they will even make it out of the driveway, never mind eating dinner before arriving at the hotel. She smiles. Wanting to create the perfect impression for Ken she believes she has succeeded. Leaving her bedroom and heading down the stairs, she hears the doorbell ring. “I'll get it” she yells out to her mom who is sipping wine on the living room couch. On seeing her, mom gasps, “goin on a hot date?” “You could say that,” Angela smiles. “I'll be gone until tomorrow.” As Angela makes her way to the door, her mom is thinking, 'our neighbour, Ken must be quite the guy to cause such a radical difference in my daughter. I'm so Fin jealous.' Angela swings the door open. Ken stands on the doorstep a bouquet of yellow roses in his hand, dressed in a black silk shirt and dress slacks. A long whistle sounds, surprise written in his eyes as he holds the bouquet out for Angela to take. “You are an extraordinary vision of purity and beauty Me'Lady.” Angela curtsies. “Thank you kind Sir.” Pointing to the floor, “I have a small shoulder bag,” which Ken picks up and then holds an arm out to guide her to the car. Opening the door and allowing Angela to slide into her seat, Ken watches closely. He walks around the car to the drivers door and gets in himself. Looking over at Angela, mouth open and speechless, he whistles again. Leaning back into her seat, legs crossed, thick nippled perky breasts outlined in elegant whiteness, long legs and muscular thighs on display, she holds the bouquet of yellow roses in her lap. A larger than life huge smile graces her face. Purring softly in a seductive voice, she says, “Take me to our honeymoon suite oh gracious King.” “Certainly Princess.” To say Ken is beyond aroused it an understatement for the ages. At this point he is questioning whether he'll make it to the hotel, never mind eating dinner. An evening of foreplay is in the cards. Forty five minutes later they are parked at the small Italian Restaurant. A romantic dinner awaits them. Ken Escorts his Princess across the parking lot, arm wrapped around her waist, hand on her butt, fingers caressing her matte covered flesh and a giant erection in his trousers. Escorted to their window view table toward the back of the dimly lit dining room, Ken seats his angel, before seating himself. They Sit beside one another facing the window and the view of the harbour, their backs to the rest of the dining room. Angela's hand rests on Kens cock. Kens hand rests between Angela's crossed legs, trapped. The foreplay continues. “Tell me what you are going to do to me tonight darling,” she says, her hand massaging his hardness. “If you don't stop turning me on even more than you have already, not much,” he says. Angela stops her massaging, a pout forming on her face. “I'm going to fuck you so hard and for so long you will be laying in a CUM lake,” Ken whispers. This brings a smile back to Angela's face. “Promise,” she says. “Before I do that, I'm going to eat your pussy and lick your ass,” Ken smiles. “My appetizer.” “Either I am peeing myself or you have me so wet. oh fuck,” Angela moans, “I'm cumming,” she says, leaning back in the chair, uncrossing her legs and spreading them. She shivers. Ken feels the moisture on his hand, lifts his fingers to his mouth and tastes them. “Yep, you came. Have a taste.” Their waiter arrives with a bottle of wine, takes their food order and departs. “That was intense, what just happened to me. I like our foreplay. I'm so fuckin ripe.” she wispers. “Oh baby, you ain't seen nothin yet,” Ken says, pouring the wine. “Ripe for the pickin.” "You got that right baby,” she says, leaning her head on his shoulder, “I can hardly wait.” “Know what? I want a baby, your baby,” glancing up up at him, “Is that okay daddy?” “You know it is. I'll give you all the babies you want babykins.” “Now, that makes me horny,” she giggles, “super horny.” “You sure you really wanna eat Italian,” she asks. “Nope,” reaching into his back pocket, pulling out his wallet and dropping a couple big bills on the table. Ken Slides off his chair, stands and then helps Angela from her chair. They walk out of the restaurant passing their waiter, “Moneys on the table,” Ken smiles. Once outside, Ken sweeps Angela up into his arms and carries her to the car and seating her. They buckle into their seats. They roar off. Angela tittering and giggling the entire time. Five minutes later they are registering at the hotel. Angela, dressed in her white micro dress attracts the attention of several men, stands close to Ken not wanting anyone to notice the Orgasm stains on her legs, thighs and dress. At the same time this causes her to feel naughty and horny. Whispering in his ear, “I love you daddy,” running her tongue over his ear lobe. Distracting Ken from what he is doing, he turns to her and smiles, runs a hand over her ass cheeks and growls, “Grrrrrr, another ten minutes babykins and I'll, ” his voice trails off as he pinches her bum. Laughing. Finally finished registering, she struts over to the elevator walking ahead of him her ass invitingly wiggling for his pleasure. A porter follows carrying her shoulder bag. In the elevator, the building foreplay of the evening and their horniness threatens to explode. Angela slips into Kens arms, their bodies molded together, lips locked into a long wet passionate kiss. The porter tries averting his yes. Ken's hands again caressing ass cheeks. A favourite activity of his. Angela's hands fondling the lump of arousal in his slacks. Their lust builds. The elevator stops. They follow the porter down the hall. He opens the door to their room and places the bag inside. Ken hands him a bill, lifts his lover bride in his arms and carries her over the threshold. Angela squeals with laughter, the door closing with a loud click. Ken gently lays her on the bed. “Give me five minutes daddy. I'm going to freshen up,” she says, sliding off the bed and grabbing her bag, she heads into the bathroom. At this point, Ken is uncertain what to do beside wait for her. Should he undress down to his boxers? He just isn't sure, so he does nothing. Hopping up and sitting on the bed in his silk shirt and slacks he waits. Five minutes grows into ten minutes. He waits, the anticipation building. Muttering to himself, how long does it take to freshen up?' Finally the bathroom door opens. There she stands. Kens mouth drops open. And again, for the umpteen time since he first met and saw Angela, she has again transformed herself. From running with her hair tied up in a ponytail to her auburn hair flowing over her shoulders; from wearing bum hugging shorts to wearing a denim mini skirt; or wearing skin tight jeans. The upgrades are phenomenal. How do you outdo the dress she wore tonight? Well, Ken is looking at it. You outdo a white strapless matte micro dress with a white sheer jersey gown that has a Deep V-neck front, a Revealing back, is Sideless with Adjustable neck, back, and front ties in Matte Lycra trim and is Sheer Jersey. And black high heels in which Angela struts over to the bed, with her token angelic smile. No words are exchanged. No words are necessary. Just the escape of air and heavy breathing. As his virginal bride daughter struts around the room showcasing her body for daddies attention moving oh so seductively turning, twisting and bending. Strutting her stuff as if on a runway throwing in a dance move or two. Her performance over, she walks over to the bed climbs up and leans over Ken. Slapping his hand away as he reaches for her, she unbuttons the black silk shirt, unbuckles the slacks and pulls down the zipper. All the while, smiling. Her gown falling loose over Kens tingling body. “I love you daddy. Make me a woman daddy. Make me a mommy. Fill me up too overflowing with your potent seed, your thick gooey sperm. Cum like a river for your babykin daughter, your virginal bride. Please daddy!” Ken, burning with desire for his virgin lover, rises upright on the bed, tossing his shirt off and to the side, wiggling out of his slacks, they fall to the floor. Shoes, socks kicked off. Reaching out for the object of his affection and pulling Angela into his body, Embracing, kissing, two bodies becoming one burning with lust, Ken flips Angela over onto her back on the silk sheets. Standing now beside the huge bed and looking down at his angel, he smiles, a huge grin, fingers snapping at the waistband of his boxers, he pushes them down and off his legs. His rigid member pops free, liberated and swinging back and forth. A loud “gasp,” two giant balls dangling and swaying. She smiles and reaches for him. He takes a step forward, climbs onto the bed, kneels between Angela's legs. Her body a picture of perfection highlighted and seductively clothed in the sheer white gown. Bending her knees, opening her legs wide, loosening the front ties and adjusting her gown to reveal and a bald pussy. She smiles and giggles, “Make Love to me daddy.” A smile, a nod and Ken guides his thick, harder than rock Cock toward her love nest. “Make me a woman, daddy. And a baby too,” she says, giggling. Pushing his girth into her warm damp velvety cunt, stretching and opening her up, he feels resistance. “Ready baby,?” he asks. A nod, fingers grasping the bunched bed sheets. He pulls back slightly and then thrusts forward, the cock head piercing her hymen, and he commences fucking. The thick cock fully buried in her love nest. A loud yelp,“ followed with a gasp. The burning desire. The burning lust. Now giving way to a proper fucking, the act of making love. Ken humps and thrusts. Stretching and burying his cock inside Angela. Faster and aggressively, his ball sac slapping against her ass. Moans, gasps, deep breathing, air exhaled. "Slap, slap, slap.” 'Ooh's, ahh's. Angela shivers. Her body trembles. An orgasm builds. A screeching yelp. Kens cock burying itself entirely within her as he thrusts, his cockhead slamming against her uterus. She cums. Orgasm. Her body shakes. Beads of perspiration on her forehead and arms. Ken senses something different. His cock twitches. His ball sac releases. His sperm, seed, cum begins flowing. His cock erupts. The seed explodes into his lover. Filling her womb with potent baby making seed, ropes of cum, gobs of sperm. He continues thrusting, slowly now, until he senses he's empty. Pulling his cock free from Angela's honey pot, it dangles semi erect and flaccid. He falls onto the bed and pulls her tight against him. They spoon and cuddle in the afterglow of making love. The balance of their weekend was spent much the same way. Making love, cuddling, showering, making love again. Housekeeping was called several times to change out the bedding, replacing their damp, stained sheet for fresh clean ones. The prediction of them laying in a 'river of CUM' had come true. By Monday morning they were sore and limping to the car for the drive home. They were fully and sexually satiated having indulged almost nonstop in making Love to one another. Before Leaving they gave their porter and the housekeeping staff a handsome tip for their service. The drive back was quiet, the two lovers a different couple now. They had consummated their union. They were now definitely committed to one another now. So they thought. Angela had made Ken feel alive again, bring hope back into his life. Ken had taken a naïve, out going young woman and fulfilled her older man fantasy. By giving her the love, attention and care she sought after, they had fallen in Love. A week later summer was over, school beckoned and Angela left for another semester of education. Only the memories remained. Precious memories. They both hated “Good Byes” so on the morning of her departure, Ken was hidden away in his house. Angela was tearfully trying to see as she drove. Hearing her car pull away, he shed a tear and, sipped another cup of coffee. Both wondering in their thoughts, 'is there a future for them?' A Deliberate Encounter Sitting in her spacious kitchen Melanie is at odds with herself, stewing and feeling sorry for herself. During the summer she watched the transformation in her daughter Angela, going from a naïve shy young girl to an outgoing teasing lil slut. Of course, those are her words. Words of jealously. But ever since she met the next door neighbour Ken, her daughter had blossomed into a sexually active and sexually content lil vixen. This troubled Melanie to no end. Not because Angela didn't deserve a man, but simply because Melanie wanted a piece of the action. She wanted a man to love. A man like the man she once loved when she met her hubby, before he became such an asshole. She wanted the wild sex, the experimenting, the multi orgasms, she wanted it all. And when Ken became available, her own daughter beat her to the prize and won his heart. Ever since her husband John moved her to this little jerk water small town Melanie had been discontented. Then he just ups and takes off on his business trips leaving her home and alone, lonely and horny. At least, In the city she was able to cruise the bars and discretely find accommodating studs for a night of fun. Not so here in small town Canada. There was only one bar and the opportunity for a discrete encounter was slim to nil. What made matters even worse, in Mel's mind, her daughter had been home only one day from Uni and met Ken. The rest, as they say, is history. Her daughter had enjoyed a summer of sex. This made Melanie more than jealous. She is downright envious. A smirk on her face. “I'll teach him,” she laughs. “What a real woman is capable of.” The 34 year old mother looks down over her body. Standing before a mirror, she admires her assets. Large D cupped rounded breasts, a narrow waist with long shapely legs. She gives her head a shake, her shoulder length natural blonde hair waving and shimmering. Turning around and looking back over her shoulder the very best asset, in her mind, is the rounded ass, her bubble butt. “Oh gawd I miss having you happy,” she says, speaking to her bum. With all these thoughts confronting her she makes a decision. A visit to Ken is in order. Time to take control of my life and get what I want and just to make sure I do, I'll give him something he is already familiar with. She laughs, the devilish laugh of a woman who is convinced she wins the prize. Heading to her bedroom, disrobing along the way, she steps into her walk-in clothes closet. Looking through her dresses she finds exactly what she is looking for, the White Strapless Matte 'Fuck Me' dress. Muttering 'we'll see who wears this curve hugging tube dress better,' giggling. 'Daughter or mommy? D cup breasts or perky boobs, nice, rounded ass or bubble butt ass? Humm, watcha think Ken?' laughing. Sitting in his kitchen, coffee cup in hand, Ken looks wistfully through the large window overlooking his backyard garden. His thoughts focused on Angela and the wonderfully erotic summer they enjoyed in each other's company. A tingle causing his body to shiver. A female voice calls out, “Howdy neighbour” interrupting his contemplation. A familiar style voice similar to ones he's heard before. “Uh, Neighbour answering,” He yells back. “Come on in,” he says, and muttering to himself, 'right on time.' A tallish woman, mid 30's pokes her nose around the corner. "Hi. I'm Melanie, Angela's mommy.” she says. Waiting for a response, she smiles, looking somewhat awkward while Ken scopes her out. His eyes moving up and down, observing, liking what he sees. “My goodness, like mommy like daughter. I thought Angela was one beautiful woman; but you, mommy; are absolutely gorgeous.” Ken says as he pores on the praise, flattering Melanie to an extent that causes her face to turn beet red. “That dress is made for you and only you!” he says, followed by a long whistle. “Have I embarrassed you?” he asks, standing to face her. “I hope so,” he says, laughing. “The one thing Angela brought to my attention, never failing to mention actually, was how lonely and neglected you are Melanie. Possibly I can help you out with that predicament.” “I; um, was hoping you might.,” she paused, caught by surprise with Kens aggressive nature. She smiles, not missing a beat though, looking so deliciously appetizing in the White Straplesss Tube Dress highlighting her large, rounded breasts. She turns around for him, “You like?” she says, giggling. “No Melanie, I love,” he says, laughing, “and I've been expecting you. May I call you Mel?” “Expecting me, really?” “Uh huh. Big city girl dumped in a small town by a workaholic hubby who knocked you up while you were a young teenager. Not able to do anything discretely like you could before. Lonely, ignored and horny. You, my dear, are Ravishingly gorgeous. And you've been suffering all summer while your daughter got it on with the neighbour. How am I doing so far?” Ken reaches out his arms placing his large hands-on Melanie's hips and leans in to kiss her. Mel responds with a kiss of her own. The long passionate kiss heightens Ken's lust, pulling Melanie closer, hands caressing her ass cheeks. He feins  a 'growl.' Sucking her tongue into his mouth, tongues flirting and teasing; then a 'moan.' Ken sweeps her off her feet and carries her to the living room sofa, laying her down. Standing beside her prone body, eyes eating her up, lust burning in his body. Mel reaches up and plays with his belt buckle, “Wha d'ya got for Melanie?” she implores, big blue eyes smiling up to him. Ken can hardly wait until she gets her answer, which pops out immediately. The large bulbus thick cock springs free from confinement and stands at attention. Ken shoves his jeans down and kicks them away, his lengthy cock waving in the air. Mel quickly goes to work, cupping his manhood in both hands. Ken, meanwhile takes inventory, ogling the luscious woman laying prone before him. Large, rounded breasts dressed seductively in her 'Fuck Me' dress. Long shapely legs. A less than short micro dress covering, barely covering, her gorgeous ass globes. Not able to control his lust any longer, “We'll play later darling. Now, I'm going to fuck your brains out.” he declared. Not asking! Telling! Mel's head shakes yes, “I've wanted this for so long.” she says, Smiling. Ken quickly moves her to the plush carpeted floor. Kneeling between her outstretched legs, holding and guiding his cock to Mel's womanhood. The large cockhead teasing her pubes as he strokes it up and down her damp bushy pussy lips. Mel, with a look of expectation, smiles. Ken smiling, pushes his thick member into her. A long hard thrust and he's in. Mel gasps. Her pussy stretching to accommodate him. White dress bunched around her waist, Ken begins hammering away, piston fucking her. Mel meets his thrusts with her own. Head rolling back and forth. Beads of perspiration on her forehead. Gasping, Moaning, Humping her ass up and down. Ken hammers her fast and furious. Their pent-up lust driving them. Ecstasy building. Orgasms. Melanie cums first, “Argh!” Ken's balls tighten, his cock jerks and erupts. Exploding with a rope of cum. A river of cum. The two satisfied lovers collapsing in a heap on the carpet. Their insatiable lust temporarily satisfied. “Nuth'in like a mommy to help a guy forget her daughter.” Ken laughs. “Here's hoping my hubby plans on lots more business trips,” Mel laughs. “I actually hope he makes himself scarce.” “Oops, speaking of which, I think I hear his car now. Must be home for lunch.” She giggles, “Not as good a lunch as I'm going to have,” her fingers dancing on Ken's cock. Ken smiles, “I wanna go check him out,” he says, standing up, “Come darlin.” Taking Mel's hand, he leads her back into the kitchen to the side window, facing Ken's driveway, right next to John's. With her standing in front of him they look over the driveway and watch as John exits his car. Ken places his hands on Mel's hips pressing his flaccid cock into her bum. “Wonder what he'd say if he knew I just Fucked his wife;” he says, laughing and cupping her ample breasts. “I'm going to own this body, babykins. What do you think of that?” “I love it. You can have me anytime big guy; even now,” she says, giggling. “Ready to go again, are we,” he says, pushing Mel's head to the window, she arcs her back, “Doggy fuck?” she giggles in agreement. She places her hands on the window ledge for leverage. Flaring her bubble butt ass, a juicy muffed pussy peaks up at him; his fingers teasing the folds of skin. Ken slides the white dress over her luscious ass cheeks, his hands caressing. “Gawd, I love your ass, my ass,” he says, laughing, his hands guiding his cock. Running it over her butt cheeks and butt crack, watching it grow in size. He slides it down to her pussy and presses into her. “One man's loss is another man's gain,” he says, shoving his cock into Johns wife's vagina. Mel and Ken fuck. John walks back out to his car. To be continued. by PrairieDad1 for Literotica