Podcasts about jamesy

Jamesy and Brando celebrate the 50th anniversary of Jaws, the movie. Tune in as the boys talk about sharks, their favorite parts, and differences between the book and the movie.

Jamesy, born Noble Basnet, is an up and coming rapper known for blending trap, drill, and Nepali pop cultural references into his music. Originally from Pokhara, he gained international attention after his 2024 viral hit "Amsterdam." Jamesy is quickly emerging as one of NepHop's most talked-about new voices.

Jamesy & Whiteboy give their take on Weddings and reveal some of the details of Jarrod Bowen & Dani Dyer's Wedding, the ultimate ‘Geezer & Bird' couple. In other news the lads discuss David Beckham's knighthood and Whiteboy shows up with his new c*nt trainers. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Jamesy & Whiteboy share some of the listeners seedy war stories and answer the important question ‘How do you have fun without drinking?'. They also put to bed the age old debate of Romford being in ESSEX or LONDON…SIGN UP TO OUR PATREON NOW FOR LOADS MORE CONTENT AND EXCLUSIVE BENEFITS:patreon.com/ThatJoshJamesShow Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

JOIN OUR PATREON - patreon.com/ThatJoshJamesShowThe lads announce their very own private members club and are calling on YOU (the geezers & their birds) for support. Jamesy & Whiteboy will bring you more of this backward podcast that you love as they announce their brand new Patreon… think Shoreditch House but for normal people. In other news they also give their views on the controversy surrounding Kanye West, Diddy and Chris Brown. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Jamesy & Whiteboy talk Dizzee Rascal being on the tools and disappointing experiences with takeaways. They ask themselves if they are 'self aware' and congratulate Liverpool on winning the Premier League. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Whiteboy lines up a shot at the London Marathon next year, Jamesy moans about the lack of ring girls at Eubank Vs Benn and the boys dissect the comments from a certain female football pundit regarding Ian Wright. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Your favourite pair of degenerates discuss if M&S is cool or are they just getting old? Jamesy updates us on his dealings with Adanola following his viral clip and Whiteboy talks failed business venture. The lads finish the episode with some of the funniest nicknames sent in by the GEEZERS and their BIRDS. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Jamesy & Whiteboy discuss ladies loosing their minds at Usher concerts and contemplate if they'd be happy with their Mrs licking his cherry. In other news Jamesy recollects getting arrested on a train, the lads share some advice on letting go of resentments and they wish each other a happy St George's Day. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

It's Jake & Jamesy's Chucklefest for 2025, celebrating the Melbourne International Comedy Festival.   In this episode, Jake Stewart & James Hardy talk about fursonas, finger food, and playing the cello.   The shows discussed are:   ‘When I Grow Up…' by Jeromaia Detto ‘Doug & Max Do 50 Minutes of Their Worst Ideas' by Douglas Rintoul & Max Paton ‘Homecoming' by Carmelo Costa ‘Live, Laugh, Lesbian' by Yaaas Kween ‘Everything That Happened at Number 68' by Nick Robertson ‘Adults Only Magic Show' by Showmen Productions ‘Timelord' by Innes Lloyd ‘Swamplesque' presented by Trigger Happy   INSTAGRAM: @praisedionysus @kissing.booth.productions   EMAIL: praisedionysus@gmail.com   It is a privilege to create, view, and contemplate theatre on the lands of the Wurundjeri People of the Kulin Nation. Sovereignty was never ceded. This always was and will be Aboriginal Land.

It's Jake & Jamesy's Chucklefest for 2025, celebrating the Melbourne International Comedy Festival.   In this episode, Jake Stewart & James Hardy talk about attention to detail, vertigo, and a basketball hoop.   The shows discussed are:   ‘Bond, Lost My Bond' by Ethan Cavanagh ‘The Party's Over' by Reuben Kaye ‘Rage Bait' by Gemma Caruana ‘Snape: Life after Voldemort' by Alec Fry ‘Fin, Like the End of a French Film' by Fin McLachlan 'Throuple The Musical' by Ava, Bree & Kadee ‘We Forgive You, Patina Pataznik' by Jake & Liv   INSTAGRAM: @praisedionysus @kissing.booth.productions   EMAIL: praisedionysus@gmail.com   It is a privilege to create, view, and contemplate theatre on the lands of the Wurundjeri People of the Kulin Nation. Sovereignty was never ceded. This always was and will be Aboriginal Land.

Jamesy tells Whiteboy about getting knocked out in a Caravan Park, the boys discuss the legend of ‘Ginger Tone' and Jesus returns for the long weekend to do a bit of work for his old man. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

It's Jake & Jamesy's Chucklefest for 2025, celebrating the Melbourne International Comedy Festival.   In this episode, Jake Stewart & James Hardy talk about a circus tent, slickness, and freestyling.   The shows discussed are:   ‘Tiny King' by Nathan Hugh Robért ‘Bigfoot: In Plain Sight' by Handful of Bugs ‘Subletting My Room for an Hour' by Max Flett & Montana Papadinis ‘Escape from Heck Island' by Con Coutis ‘The Wedding' by Andy Balloch ‘Actually Kinda Hot' by Chris Demos ‘The Booth Variety Spectacular & Formal Apology Hour!' by Frankie McNair & Isaac Haigh ‘Flop' by Arthur Hull   INSTAGRAM: @praisedionysus @kissing.booth.productions   EMAIL: praisedionysus@gmail.com   It is a privilege to create, view, and contemplate theatre on the lands of the Wurundjeri People of the Kulin Nation. Sovereignty was never ceded. This always was and will be Aboriginal Land.

It's Jake & Jamesy's Chucklefest for 2025, celebrating the Melbourne International Comedy Festival.   In this episode, Jake Stewart & James Hardy talk about missing fingers, rillette, and the ponderings of guinea pigs.   The shows discussed are:   ‘Dysfunctional Family Jukebox' by Freddie Arthur ‘Smile: The Story of Charlie Chaplin' by Marcel Cole ‘Comedy Roulette' hosted by Kru Harale ‘In Defence of The Pigeon' by Guneet Kaur ‘Cadet Kelly is the Best Movie I've Ever Seen in my Friggin Life' by Ben McCarthy ‘Chimp' by Conor Lynch   INSTAGRAM: @praisedionysus @kissing.booth.productions   EMAIL: praisedionysus@gmail.com   It is a privilege to create, view, and contemplate theatre on the lands of the Wurundjeri People of the Kulin Nation. Sovereignty was never ceded. This always was and will be Aboriginal Land.

This week we welcome the sibling duo in charge of East Londons world famous E.Pellicci cafe. Nev & Anna are two Italian Cockney characters who give Jamesy & Whiteboy a run for their money as they share funny stories of family and food. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

It's Jake & Jamesy's Chucklefest for 2025, celebrating the Melbourne International Comedy Festival.   In this episode, Jake Stewart & James Hardy talk about drinking water too fast, getting nailed to a cross, and piffing oranges.   The shows discussed are:   ‘Breaking the Musical' by Stephanie Broadbridge ‘Starring Two Women' by Helena Ruse & Pippa Miills ‘Classic Penguins' by Garry Starr ‘Fortune Seekers' by The Burton Brothers   INSTAGRAM: @praisedionysus @kissing.booth.productions   EMAIL: praisedionysus@gmail.com   It is a privilege to create, view, and contemplate theatre on the lands of the Wurundjeri People of the Kulin Nation. Sovereignty was never ceded. This always was and will be Aboriginal Land.

It's Jake & Jamesy's Chucklefest for 2025, celebrating the Melbourne International Comedy Festival.   In this episode, Jake Stewart & James Hardy talk about singing children, five-lane highways, and a use for an elbow.   The shows discussed are:   ‘Fool Me Once' by Josh Staley ‘It's Not Funny, It's Private' by Jenna Suffern ‘Bastard Joy' by Geraldine Quinn ‘Bunker' by Jett Bond   INSTAGRAM: @praisedionysus @kissing.booth.productions   EMAIL: praisedionysus@gmail.com   It is a privilege to create, view, and contemplate theatre on the lands of the Wurundjeri People of the Kulin Nation. Sovereignty was never ceded. This always was and will be Aboriginal Land.

It's Jake & Jamesy's Chucklefest for 2025, celebrating the Melbourne International Comedy Festival.   In this episode, Jake Stewart & Elizabeth Brennan talk about a little bit of jealousy, a fat-suit, and betraying your siblings.   The shows discussed are:   ‘Shitbag' by Hayley Edwards ‘Love, Love, Love' by The Essendon Theatre Company   INSTAGRAM: @praisedionysus @kissing.booth.productions   EMAIL: praisedionysus@gmail.com   It is a privilege to create, view, and contemplate theatre on the lands of the Wurundjeri People of the Kulin Nation. Sovereignty was never ceded. This always was and will be Aboriginal Land.

In this weeks episode Jamesy & Whiteboy focus on their loyal legion of listeners and answer questions from the geezers and their birds. What is their most embarrassing memory? Have Whiteboy & Jamesy ever fallen out? What is the meaning of life?All shall be revealed on this weeks episode of ‘That Josh James Show'. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

It's Jake and Jamesy's Chucklefest for 2025, celebrating the Melbourne International Comedy Festival.   In this episode, Jake Stewart & James Hardy talk about knowing dance moves, a shifty devil, and the location of the clitoris.   The shows discussed are:   ‘Accordion Ryan's Pop Bangers' by Ryan Simpson ‘Promising Young Mensch' by Jacob Sacher ‘No Show' by Jett Bond & Thom Heim ‘Mad C*nts' by Madi Chetcuti & Maddison Verduci ‘CVNT' by Sophie Power ‘The White Powder That Changed My Life' by Annalise Knight   INSTAGRAM: @praisedionysus @kissing.booth.productions   EMAIL: praisedionysus@gmail.com   It is a privilege to create, view, and contemplate theatre on the lands of the Wurundjeri People of the Kulin Nation. Sovereignty was never ceded. This always was and will be Aboriginal Land.

It's Jake and Jamesy's Chucklefest for 2025, celebrating the Melbourne International Comedy Festival!   In this episode, Jake Stewart & James Hardy talk about being able to float, building a house, and a random happenstance.   The shows discussed are:   ‘Girt By Sea' by Jess Budin ‘Don't Let Me Eat My Babies' by Holly Bohmer ‘A Chance to Address the Amish Rumours' by Stephanie Hare ‘Garage Sale' by Alanah Parkin ‘You Can't Say Everything These Days' by Rian Howlett ‘Op Shop ‘Till You Drop' by The Orderly Chaotic Theatre Company ‘Teen School High: A High School Teen Story' by Jake Glanc   INSTAGRAM: @praisedionysus @kissing.booth.productions   EMAIL: praisedionysus@gmail.com   It is a privilege to create, view, and contemplate theatre on the lands of the Wurundjeri People of the Kulin Nation. Sovereignty was never ceded. This always was and will be Aboriginal Land.

With Mothers Day upon us the chaps analyse the rising trend of Mums wearing Adanola sportswear and discuss the politics of parents in the playground. In other news Jamesy gets in an altercation with a gang of youths and Newcastle have won the League Cup! Howay The Lads! Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

The lads share some juicy war stories including the OSB having a close shave at a pub and Neil Ruddock's son stitching up Jamesy. Whiteboy talks about the time he crashed his first car and Jamesy starts his nationwide stand up comedy tour! Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Jamesy & Whiteboy spare their thoughts on the never ending Kendrick & Drake beef, glamour girls showing off their beavers and Polish builders. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Jamesy & Whiteboy ponder who should be the next James Bond and campaign for it to be Danny Dyer. In other news the lads hear from ‘The Sherminator' who shares a heartwarming story which solidifies him as a true man of the people. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

The boys are back and taking a break from the Dive Table series to discuss a "Lessons For Life Article". This week the story centers around a technical diving instructor that suffers a DCS incident. Was it avoidable? Listen to the ramblings of Ol' Jamesy and Older Brando as they discuss what happened to Trevor way back in the "almost 1900's"!

The lads discuss the strange interaction between KSI and Wayne Bridge and discuss why YouTubers are nerds. In other news Jamesy talks about his Dads mate ‘Collier Row Ken' and calls out the Chinese President for a straightener on Misfits. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Whiteboy is back on English soil and tells us about his trip to South Africa. Back in the UK Bonnie Blue has been breaking records and Jamesy lets Sol Campbell know why Spurs fans don't like him. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Jamesy and Big Sexy Lou discuss nepo babies and the weird phenomena of people asking the question ‘WHERE YOU OUT OF?!'. The boys also discuss the upcoming tour and Jamesy tries to convince Louie to jump in a Limo to Hornchurch. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Enjoy this replay of the Cold Miser Quiz Show while Jamesy and Brando enjoy a holiday break with friends and family.

This Christmas don't get relegated to the "kid's table'... join Jamesy and Brando at "The Dive Table"!! We'll laugh and sing Dive Carols and celebrate the most wonderful time of the year as we 'dive into" part 4 of our "in depth" discussion of dive tables!! This week we discuss the beginnings and evolution of the dive tables and decompression science! Have a listen!

These are not your grandpa's dive tables, anymore. What good are they for? Is it really necessary to know how to calculate dive profiles from a dive table? Listen as Jamesy and Brando talk tables and what the dive tables really symbolize.

Gather ‘round ghosts and ghouls and listen to the terrifying tales from Jamesy and Brando. This week we dive into haunted shipwrecks. If you ever encounter these ghostly creatures, just keep swimming.

Get in the ring with Jamesy and Brando this week as they go a couple of rounds with Mike Tyson and discuss the psychological aspects of diving. What can boxing teach us about scuba? How do you react when anger, ego, and frustration enter your mind underwater? Even positive emotions can give us problems while diving. Let's go diving.

This week Jamesy and Brando continue talking about dive bodies and some of the inherent flaws in the buddy system. To find some support for this discussion they dig up an old article from DAN's Alert Diver magazine. After knowing and reporting of all the breakdowns in the buddy system, traditional scuba still doesn't teach a model that supports the buddy team.

The first rule in assisting a panicking diver is knowing that panicking is an asymptote. This week Jamesy and Brando discuss rescue training and what to do if your buddy is in trouble.

This week the boys are, "more back." Jamesy and Brando returned from a trip up to Lake Huron's beautiful Presque Isle and then a freak storm took out our power and internet services. But, the boys are back again. And they some some wonderful news to share with all of you wonderful listeners. Tune in and enjoy.

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

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

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IIiiiit's time for your favorite diving Game Show.... The Great Dive Podcast Quiz Show.... with your host, Ol' Jamesy and the sole contestant Brando! Have a listen as the boys reminisce about the old game shows while they share a buoyancy quiz from Ol' Dennis Granger!!