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LIz joins me to kick off the holiday season and talk about what we are thankful for! We talk about our parents, the group chat, Tommy and Jism, we talk about how thankful we are for our work and bosses, we talk about what we are hopeful for for the rest of 2024, we talk about the Drive home and much, much more!!!

This week one of our most requested guests, Kautuk Srivastava finally makes it to the show! The film Abbas and Urjita are discussing with Kautuk is the 2002 horror blockbuster 'Raaz' directed by Vikram Bhatt starring Bipasha Basu, Dino Morea, Ashutosh Rana and Malini Sharma. Topics discussed include: Kautuk's fascination with the horror genre, how this film cleverly "indianized" a starry Hollywood film, how Raaz walks the line between schlocky horror and A-list drama, the iconic Nadeem-Sravan soundtrack, Urjita's particular nitpick about a scene involving cables and a lot more.Follow Kautuk on instagram here: https://www.instagram.com/cowtukFollow Kautuk on X here: https://x.com/cowtukWatch episodes of 'The Internet Said So' (TISS) here: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLQxSBNMexBQE4beiEMRJUXxrqQnzw5-XcTickets to TISS Uncensored India / UK / Europe shows : https://linktr.ee/VarunThakurOfficialUrjita is touring with her solo show across India, catch her in your city: https://in.bookmyshow.com/events/urjita-wani-live/ET00395374Follow Abbas here: https://www.instagram.com/abbasmomin88/Follow Urjita here: https://www.instagram.com/urjitawani/Get access to ‘Has It Aged Well?' audio episodes one week early on Amazon Music, Subscribe to the feed: https://music.amazon.in/podcasts/24d527b5-0544-4bd6-a7ff-073fa72d846a/has-it-aged-wellSubscribe to IVM Pop's Youtube Channel: https://www.youtube.com/@IVMPopFollow IVM Pop on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/ivmpop/   See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

James hosts a pole party..In 8 parts, based on the works of Bardot1990. Listen to the ► Podcast at ExplicitNovels.“Don’t cum in my mouth,” Paula mumbled.Men hear that a lot. The first retort that always comes to mind is “Where in the fuck do you Want me to cum, bitch?”But that comment is rarely uttered aloud. It is also largely ignored. Any woman with a scintilla of cock-sucking ability is going to get an unexpected mouthful of jizz from time to time. What she does with it afterward is her own business. She can swallow; she can spit. Just as long as jizz exits the cock, the guy is happy.At least, this is how men view it.It was becoming increasingly evident that Paula had more than her share of cock sucking ability. James looked down to see his chocolate cock probing Paula’s ruby lips. Trails of spittle bubbled from the sides of her mouth. Larger bubbles arose, expanded and burst as Paula bobbed on his boner. Her cunt sweat accentuated her fecundity. Paula’s moans became increasingly strident. She was really going at it.At first Dina and Sandra viewed Paula’s fellatio as an honorable debt payment. Now it occurred that their friend may have stumbled into something here. Can a woman have an orgasm while slobbing knob? Paula’s moans put that premise to the test. She looked to be enjoying herself.James was fucking Paula’s mouth now. He rammed his cock into her throat as a man on a mission might. Paula unstrapped her bathing suit. She fondled her breasts before reaching down to finger her hairy twat. Things were going well.It soon became evident that James was going to cum in Paula’s mouth. It became just as evident that Paula was on the verge of an orgasm; one couldn’t tell whether it was due to the cock in her mouth or the fingers in her puss.Sandy Monk stepped in to pause things a bit.“Paula, let me have a go,” she asked timidly, not sure if Paula would be willing to give up her spot at the faucet.Paula gasped. She released James’ cock and crab walked backward. Sandy was surprised at how easily Paula conceded, until Paula stepped naked from her swimsuit. Taking her cue, both Sandy and Dina began to disrobe. Paula’s extravagant fellatio had all three women desirous of a more comprehensive sexual experience.James saw all this. And whereas he’d originally planned to erupt in Paula’s throat and discreetly make an exit, now his horizons expanded greatly. Perhaps it might be possible to multiply the names on his cunt resume in one fell swoop.Sandy took a spot kneeling before James. She’d unstrapped her swimsuit. Her tits swung free. Paula, fully naked now, leapt back into the fray, taking up a position along James’ shaft. Dina too, fully naked, knelt on the other side of James’ lengthy cock. All three blondes began to worship at the temple of James’ manhood. He couldn’t believe his luck.As one might expect, the opulent penile attentions of three beautiful women sent James into an orgy of pleasurable anguish. His balls swelled. James struggled to suppress his burgeoning ejaculate. He didn’t want to cum and slump. James wanted to Fuck. He wanted to penetrate and burst alive in each of these heaving Cunts and so have a story he might share with his grandchildren. Few teenagers ever breach such a threshold.Each girl licked and nibbled his phallus in turn, lavishing at the tip. Of the three, Dina was most experienced. James thrilled as Dina titillated his pole with her oral expertise. Paula and Sandy looked on with awe as their “leader” demonstrated the intricacies of a good, sloppy blowjob.James took as much of this triple play as any young man might. When he felt his body swaying over the cliff, he pushed Dina back onto the couch with her legs askew. He mounted her, immersed himself and, in seconds, drained his nuts into her cunt. Dina hadn’t been fucked in weeks. Her vulva sported a neat, newly grown, silken blonde carpet. Tomorrow, that carpet would be gone.James withdrew from Dina’s cunt with a half-hard phallus soaked in froth. He turned to Paula. That wise chick immediately knew the score. She lay back on the couch and raised her legs in the air. James mounted her, finding her smoking hole with little difficulty. She was wet; her entire southern split reeked with desire for pole. Paula used her prehensile cunt lips to suck his semi-hard cock into its natural home. After getting situated, they began to fuck. This was the third cunt James had visited that day. In no time the young man was fully hard again. Paula felt his cock firm up and lengthen inside her. She was glad and a little dizzy. James sported a big ‘un.James fucked Paula with a vengeance. They’d secretly liked each other for some time. This was their first chance to sate their curiosity. They began to kiss. Paula offered up her firm tongue for James to suck even as her cunt creamed about his thickness. Paula’s breath resonated with the aroma of James’ cock. Too, James could detect a side order of Delphia’s cunt on Paula’s breath, courtesy of his cock.They kissed extravagantly. Paula went to give him a hickey, thinking to mark her territory. Like a shaven cooch in the shower, at that school hickeys were indicative of recent sexual activity. Too, such would advertise the loss of James’ virginity (James and Delphia notwithstanding. Their sexual escapades were not common knowledge). Paula had no reason to think him “taken”.James didn’t care to be marked, though, and deftly worked his way free of Paula’s intended neck suckle. Withdrawing from her cunt, he turned her over, face down. In the next moment he pointed his cock between her firm ass cheeks and into her twinkling stink-eye.“Uh-uh,” she demurred. “Put it back where it was. Hurry!”Apparently, they weren’t far enough along to go the anal route yet.James obeyed, slipping his cock a little south, past Paula’s curly Cuntl tresses and back into her fragrant punani. Paula groaned. His cock was so big! She’d been fucked doggy-style before. None of those prior phalluses breached her asscheeks to reach this far into her core. Paula bit her lip and set herself for a well-earned drilling.James’ quick detonation before Dina’s steaming Cunt earned him a measure of immunity against Paula’s luxuriant sexual wiles. Paula did not have the same sexual inoculation. She climaxed moments after James entered her, clenching his cock tightly. She came again two minutes later with a seething rage and an epic trembling palsy.Using his thumbs, James pulled Paula’s ass cheeks apart so that he might better enjoy the sight of his pole disappearing in and out of her luscious cunt. He’d used that move repeatedly with Delphia. It never failed to heat the jism firing his loins. He especially liked the vision of his cock helm appearing from between her squishy pink labia before plowing forward into her depths. Paula’s cunt was almost Delphia-like in its effect, an opiate unrivaled. James reared back to slam his sausage deep into her recesses. Paula swam in a murky film of lust emanating from her baby-maker. She reached back to encourage James to cup and manipulate her tits. Shockwaves of thrust moved like a Japanese tsunami up and down her stolidly feminine frame.Paula was working towards her fifth explosive orgasm of the day when, unexpectedly, the chasm at the juncture of her thighs suddenly emptied of cock. Through her orgasmic haze she turned to find James mounted over her friend Sandy.Sandy was the “Velma” of the College Blondes. She was short and a little thick. Her entire body was covered in freckles Of the three women, she had the nicest ass and the thickest thighs. Her cunt bulged from between her ass cheeks; her clit split her cleft lengthwise. It was rumored that going down on Sandy was reckless; her thighs could crush skulls and walnuts with equal enthusiasm.Now James’ cock was roiling in her cunt-pining’ for the fjords, as it were. He’d achieved the much-vaunted triple. Sandy stood on one leg, gripping the back of the sofa with her hands for balance, her other leg lodged against James’ shoulder. She was performing a standing split while James serviced her preternatural need for thunder. James gripped her tits for balance.From this position Paula could see that Sandy’s inner cunt lips were unnaturally large. Each time James withdrew, a good portion of Sandy’s inner pink cunt followed his cock outward. Paula remembered the movie “Alien” where the extraterrestrial creature had a “mouth within a mouth”. Sandy Monk had a “cunt within a cunt”. Paula looked over to Dina with surprise. This was a good thing to know once the College Blondes all got together to rib each about their sexual proclivities.Just now Sandy wasn’t paying Paula much attention. James gripped her by the neck and her left tit. He was wearing’ dat cunt out. Clearly, the boy had regained some semblance of restraint. His cock churned up Sandy’s cunt so expertly that both Paula and Dina had hope for a rematch. James didn’t have that “I’m getting ready to cum!” face. Rather, he had the “I’m getting ready to make You cum” face.Women tend to prefer the latter.When Sandy was on the verge of collapse she dropped both legs to the ground. She made James go at her cunt doggy style, this being her preferred mount. James spread her ass cheeks and inserted himself, gripping her tits from behind. Sandy arched her back perpendicular to receive the heft of his thrusts. His cock raked back and forth over her most sensitive cunt parts with power, depth and precision. Her “cunt within a cunt” protruded obscenely. Sandy bit her lip in her ardent desire to quell her burgeoning orgasm.She failed.As her body flailed in abject capitulation to the cock whipping her cunt raw, Sandy began a profane sexual chatter.“Fuck me! Oh My Gawd! Fuck! Shit! Oh, Gawd! Harder! Your Cock! It's so big! James, fuck! God damn! Oh, my cunt! Fuck my cunt! Harder!Paula noticed that Sandy’s inner cunt was no longer pink. It was blood red as it gripped James’ phallus’ withdrawals, extending almost a full inch and a half from its normal home hidden behind Sandy’s labia majora. James bent at the knees to deliver crushing fuck bombs of throb. Sandy shrieked to the heavens.Like any normal teen, Sandy masturbated daily. None of her masturbatory fantasies compared to this. She could not have imagined that this Christian boy could make her quake so comprehensively. “Soft” was the adjective most often used in school when describing James. He was disproving that maxim today by the minute.James soon noticed that Sandy’s “cunt within a cunt” was losing its tenuous grip. Sandy was fucked out. James, however, wanted another go at Paula. When he pulled his erect phallus from Sandy’s cunt and indicated that rematch, Dina objected.“Hold your horses, there, Hoss. All I got was the crème. I want some cock! I want some of what Sandy got!”It was true. Dina had a cunt full of cum and not a drop of sweat equity. Her soaked cunt was largely the result of that triune blowjob. Dina hadn’t cum.James smiled. He knew that his rep at school would change henceforth. He also suspected that Delphia would hear of his sojourn with the College Blondes (minus Gail Gentric). Fuck it. What idiot was going to turn down the chance at these three?James’ bloodlust was upon him. There comes a time in every young man’s life when he transitions from a boy yearning after a nut to a man yearning after a woman’s nut. Having stood up to Sandy’s cunt wobble, James felt emboldened. His cock was still hard. Dina’s cunt was arguably the school’s most sought after trim. Dina knew it. So did Paula and Sandy. That Dina had spread her legs to receive James’ first nut told James that he had more work to put in. Paula’s nuts were already adequately serviced. Sandy was completely bereft. Now it was time for a return visit with the to the Titty Queen.Dina lay back on the couch. She opened her legs to him, expecting another missionary go. Her voluptuous tits lolled into her armpits. James could sense heat rising in waves from her open Cunt. Jism still leaked expansively from her opening.James knelt between her legs. His cock pronged upward like a living thing dancing between them. Rather than attack her Cunt right off, James scooched up her torso to straddle her tits. He rested the tip of his cock against Dina’s chin.Dina could tell that James’ cock smelled differently now than earlier. The phallus resonating before her nostrils scorched of three newly exotic scents, courtesy of the women in that room. These merged with the original scent of the mystery woman, Delphia. This mélange of diverse Cuntl odors combined with James’ semen to weave a heady perfume more powerful than any manufactured fragrance. Dina opened her pouty lips to French kiss James’ cock, laving his pud in her tongue.James basked in Dina’s introductory suckle. He crossed his arms to watch her ablutions at his cock tip, allowing his penile aroma to stoke her roaring sexual engine. After a minute or so, he pushed his cock deeper into her mouth so that his pud was fully engulfed. Her lips crept widely about his cylindrical thickness. A minute on James offered up another surge of pole. Soon Dina was gagging on cock. Using her tongue as a cushion, James drove his engorged phallus slowly and sensuously down Dina’s throat, adding her slobber to its striking aroma.Dina moaned with anticipation. She began to twiddle her cunt. Dina enjoyed sucking cock, but her cunt was its natural home. Dina’s snapper sang a siren song in its desire for closure.James heard Dina’s snapper’s call. He would tend to her southern split in due time. Right now he had her northern cunt fully engaged. Dina sucked James’ cock with increasing animus. In many ways a woman’s northern cunt is superior to her southern, especially insofar as James had been fucking southern cunt all afternoon. Often, the change-up is electrifying. James had yet to master the skill of alternating between northern and southern pussies in the same session without cumming.James leaned forward and began to hump Dina’s mouth in earnest. She couldn’t deep throat him; his cock was too long. Thus far only Delphia’s nose had pressed James’ pubic mound. He’d cum that day in great spasms of phallus tapioca. Delphia swallowed every drop. James remembered that evening now as his cock plunged ever deeper into Dina’s throat. If he kept going at this pace he would soon jizz out. James could feel the familiar boil in his stomach indicative of imminent launch.Dina noticed it, too. If she kept this up her cunt would go unsated. Having watched James fuck the living shit out of Paula and Sandy, this outcome was unacceptable. Dina pulled back.“James. James! Put it in. Put it in!”She pushed him southward. Dina hoped that James wasn’t so far along the path to discharge that he’d be unable to perform. All she needed was a minute or two of friction down there. Dina was So ready to explode.With his phallus drenched in spittle, James snatched Dina over onto her stomach. He spread her ass cheeks with his thumbs and, without taking aim, rammed his cock up her asshole. Dina shivered. She hadn’t been expecting this. More, she hadn’t expected him to get so deep so soon. Dina’s rectum was tight; it was a sloppy cock’s delight. Usually, men had to work to get it in down there. James went eight inches deep on the first thrust. And, if he hadn’t yet mastered the north/south technique, Delphia had taught him the ass-to-cunt tango.James employed that technique now. He pounded Dina’s ass for a few cycles, withdrew, eased south a tad, then rammed his cock up her silky cunt. Less than an inch of taint separated the two blissful orifices. Dina’s asscheeks wobbled as James alternated between the two holes, releasing fragrant explosions of sexual pheromones into the room.Having finally taken the southern route, a new aroma wafted into the room. All three girls sensed it subconsciously. The odor of a full sexual cycle: cock-to-cunt-to-ass-to-mouth; is an unparalleled aphrodisiac. (Some would include a titty fuck, but only lactating titties sweat milk, and these girls weren’t there yet). Both Paula and Sandy began to wetten again. Neither of them had the benefit of a cunt full of jism, like Dina, to grease their desire. Both of them longed for such.James fucked both Dina’s sex holes from the rear mount. His balls flopped rhythmically back and forth between his crack and hers. Waves of sexual steam arose from their anal conjoinment. James rode the razor’s edge between empowerment and capitulation, balancing his orgasm at that agonizing point just short of release. It was torturous ecstasy. Cum burned just behind his cockhead like white-hot magnesium, itching to flood Dina’s holes with rushing geysers of joy juice.Dina felt no such compulsion for restraint. She wanted to cum and did so. Each time James swapped holes his bulbous cockhead tweaked her cum trigger like a bolt of summer heat lightning. Dina’s body wracked with convulsions. Her cunt and her rectum twittered uncontrollably about James’ phallus, seeking to bathe in his ejaculate. James struggled to continue. Dina’s cunt compared favorably to Delphia’s; and her tits were bigger. For that matter, both Paula and Sandy were in Delphia’s league, too. At the ripe old age of eighteen, James had already accomplished the abject conquest of four queen pussies (including Delphia), in the same day!.James wanted to cum in Dina’s mouth. Her earlier solo blowjob had been ethereal. He felt that if he could just get her to turn over he could get one last chance at that magnificent maw before the school bus came to take them all home.He was still mounted over her ass contemplating a smooth transition move when suddenly he felt his flapping balls awash in warmth and wetness. Paula had crawled up between his legs surreptitiously. Now she was sucking his nuts as they flopped back and forth; and giggling. James could feel her hot breath coursing breezily between the crease in his ass cheeks.This unintended impetus put James over the edge. Jism flew from his urethra in a concentrated torrent of fire, filling Dina’s ass cavity to the brim. Dina shrieked. She went quite mad from the torturous rapture of James’ denouement. It felt as if a firehose had detonated inside her asshole. Jizz splashed back into Paula’s eyelids. Both she and Sandy laughed at this unexpected turn of events.Dina, however, fainted dead away. James slumped atop her, concussed for several moments. They both pancaked to the couch, he atop she. His phallus continued pumping seed into the girl. From her purchase between their legs Paula could see James’ balls balloon and then shrivel, like an ironworks billows. Then his cock would expand and contract as bolts of semen moved along to the expulsion point. Finally, Dina’s bottom ballooned, accepting his splurts with the same rhythmic palp

Nightcrawling the Triplets By Bardot1990. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. Night Crawling with the Thompkins Triplets "He say I 'posed to suck he dick when he get here. He say he got a big un," Beulah Thompkins commented offhandedly as she scrubbed a berry stain from a white linen shirt. "Dey all say dat," her sister Miriam snipped back. "What he gon' giv'n you if'n you does?" Her dark hands were lathered in lye soap. "I sucked his dick dat one time, you 'member I tole you? Down by de back fence?" interjected Dinah, the third sister, ignoring Miriam's query. "It ain't l'il. I've sucked bigger, d'ough."The three slave women were identical triplets, well past puberty, and more than familiar with the Southern poontang tradition imposed upon comely young black women in northeast Louisiana. This late summer afternoon found them hand washing the Thompkins family clothing in the creek using smooth stones and homemade soap. They gossiped as they worked. Beulah Thompkins' comment about Bennett Leone's impending visit was considered of no more consequence than a treatise on owl migration patterns. "You sucked his dick? What he giv'n you?" Beulah asked Miriam. "A bad case of jizz breff!" Dinah laughed. "Shut up, Dinah." Miriam snapped. "Leastways I only sucked his dick an' sent him home. You sucked his dick an' den you offered he de poosy to boot! fo' free!" "Pissh. My poosy need jist as much relief as he dick. And so do your'n, tell de troof an' shame de Debil! Why ah'm-a let him shoot his foofy in my mouf' an' don't get no joy on my own account? You sound stupid." "Dat ain't de point. You know dat ain't de point. Supposin' Marse Tommy find out you been givin' some-a his poosy to Marse Bennett? For free? He don't like Marse Bennett no how on account of that time Marse Bennett made Chollie whup him down to the swimmin' hole." "I wish'd I coulda been dere to see dat!" Beulah mused absentmindedly. "Well I was dere", Miriam continued. "An' you ain't seen nuttin' tell you sees a chocolate lass cut loose on a white boy. Chollie whupped dat crackuh's ass up one side an' down de udder. Some-a de udder white boys went to help Marse Tommy but Marse Bennett said he'd sic Chollie on dem, too. Come right out and said he'd fight on Chollie's side! Dat made 'em gulp back some tobacky, lemme tell you!" "Lawdy! Dat wuz sev'm years ago! I'll suck Marse Bennett's dick six ways from Sunday if he'll sic Chollie on ole Tommy one mo' again!" Beulah smirked. "Bof' 'um's grown now. Chollie only got away wid it 'cause dey's boys. He take and go upside Marse Tommy's haid now and Marse Bennett cain't protect him like he did back den. Marse Tommy'll get up a posse an' go an' lynch Chollie, you watch and see. String him right up and Benny cain't he'p him." Dinah noted. "Dat Chollie is de one whose dick you oughta be lookin' at suckin'", Miriam observed with a note of satisfaction. "Dass one good-lookin' blackie." "I know, right? But de onliest time we sees him is at church. An' he don't come half de time. He stay home wid' his Pa." "You let me catch him alone one time, jist once. I'll put it on him so good he won't never wanna go back to de Leone's. He-a change his name to Thompkins!" Miriam vowed. "Yeh, yeh. We know. Yo' poosy is de sunshine in de sky. I'd like to see you to prove it, Miss Braggadodiodo." Beulah challenged. "Oh ho! You got a dick I can wrap my Priscilla around? Pull it out. She'll have you screamin' my name out loud." "Not my dick. Oh no! Marse Bennett's dick, when it get here" "I thought you wuz de one gwine suck his dick? What my Priscilla got to do wit' yo bid'ness?" "You de one always braggin' about she. Let's see what she can do. Less'n youse skeered." "Skeered-a what? Whiteboy dick? Please." Dinah intervened. "She's right, you know. You de one always make it seem like yo poosy don't stink. 'N lawd knows I smells yo fish market ever' day. Yit when de big dicks come to callin', you always got sump'n else to do. I bet yo' throat see mo' dick den yo' poochipap do." "Youse a damn lie. My Priscilla done seen mo' dick den you an' Beulah put togedder. I jist don't go runnin' off at the mouf about it. Bof' you heffahs talk too much." "Who you done put it on, den? Besides Marse Tommy an' Freddy Harkness?" "Dass fo' me to know an you to find out." "Like I said: All mouf an' no poochipap." Miriam decided to change tactics. "What's he gon' gimme to let him slip his dick up into my Priscilla? He gimme a peppermint ball to suck his dick that other time. My Priscilla is worf' a whole lot more'n dat." "He white! He ain't gotta give you nuttin'! Marse Tommy been all up in yo poosy, too, an' all he giv'n you was a snootful o' jizz!" "Dass diffunt. Marse Tommy own dis place an' you and me bofe. Marse Ben is a visitor. An' he ain't 'posed to be here no how, seein' as how Marse Tommy don' like him. A gennulman always leaves a lady wif a 'commodation for her time an' talents." "'Commodation my ass. You jist skeered. 'Commodations is fo' white womens' poosies. Yo poosy is on call." "So what you wan' me to do?" Miriam asked. "Show you how to suck dick? Ain't I already did that? It ain't me who made dese cheek-poke arrangements." "I, I, wanna suck his dick." Beulah said hesitantly. "So who's stopping you?" "I, I, want y'all to help me, is all." "You need help sucking a dick? What's ailin' you?" "I, I, want y'all to pitch in." "Oh I get it!" chirped Dinah. "You want to put it on him! Priscilla, Patricia and Pamela all at the same time!" (Priscilla, Patricia and Pamela were the given names for their respective pussies) "Yeah." "You tryna kill him", observed Miriam warily. "I'm tryna see his face when you whip Priscilla on him, since she so good." "Trust me. He won't be awake for long. He might faint. You better let him taste Pamela first 'cause if you don't Pamela is goin' dry." "You can trust me. Pammie ain't never dry", Beulah countered confidently. Bennett Leone, the white scion of a tobacco farm two miles distant, waited until Annie Leone's easy snoring permeated their shared loft bedroom. He hadn't bothered his sister for her sex this night, preferring to conserve his strength for his planned late evening foray over at the Thompkins farm. Annie noticed his unusual reticence. She correctly deduced that he had other plans. She knew Ben well; her brother didn't just pass up free pussy. "Ever' time his dick gets hard he wants to get it wet", she noted. "He don't waste no 'rections." Rather than challenge him on the matter, Annie rolled over and promptly fell asleep. In the morning Ben's dick would be resting against her upper lip, seeking the warmth of her throat like always, no matter whose pussy juices graced his shaft the night before. Ben played his part in this charade admirably. He nestled into his bed until he found a comfy position. As time passed he offered up some measured snores, softly at first, but deepening in timbre with each iteration. Annie noted his fake snoring with a wan shake of her blonde tresses. "Go fuck whichever heffah suits you, Benny. Jeez! My pussy needs some rest anyway. It's not like we're married." While he waited for Annie to drift off, Ben ruminated about Beulah Thompkins. The black girl and her family had been to church this past Sunday, sitting up in the balcony with the rest of the slaves. She wore a white ankle-length frock buttoned up to her neck. Ben couldn't help but imagine the svelte curves underlying her Victorian raiment, the luscious milk chocolate tits, her velvet pubic mound. All three of those Thompkins triplets were fine as hell. They sucked a mean dick, too. Tommy Thompkins didn't like sharing them, selfish bastard. After church Ben sought Beulah's attention. Catching her eye, he gave her the time honored come on, that is, he poked his tongue into his cheek twice to simulate female fellatio. Beulah, surprised at being thus selected, smiled and dropped her eyes demurely. They were in church, after all! When she raised her head again she sought Ben's gaze and poked her tongue into her cheek just once, signifying acceptance. Ben looked around. Scores of parishioners were laughing and milling about while conversing. His surreptitious cross-crowd conversation with the black girl went unnoticed in the hubbub. He mouthed the word "Wednesday" voicelessly across the racial chasm between them. (Even after church, the races didn't mingle). Beulah nodded her assent. And that was that. They would meet at the Thompkins swimming hole. Ben couldn't risk being caught on Tommy's farm after hours. Annie's measured snoring brought Ben back to the present. He peeked out at his sister. In the nighted gloom he could see that she'd snuggled her shoulders and tits under her blanket, but her naked ass poked out to the very edge of her bed. Her hairy labia swelled from between her ass cheeks, barely concealing her pink slit. It gleamed wetly. Annie's rounded ass rose and ebbed tremulously with each breath. Ben's penis surged at the sight. "Beulah better be good. Look at what I'm passing up!" Ben mused silently. He stepped to his sister with his erect member in hand and eased his pudenda back and forth along the horizontal line of her crevice. Unconsciously, Annie drew her right leg up to afford him better access to her pinkness. Even asleep, she was used to such intrusions. Ben eased forward until his helmet disappeared into her slippery cooze. Rather than plunge further in, Ben gripped his shaft and began to masturbate. He stroked his shaggy foreskin sensually against Annie's pussy lips, relishing the sticky sound of their intercourse and the sweet aroma thereof. All too soon Ben's jism sprayed forth in fits and spurts. "That's it. That's good. Now I won't cum too fast with Beulah. I cain't have her telling her sisters I cain't fuck." Ben pulled his sticky wet cock back into his drawers, then threw on his coveralls and climbed out of the loft. He sneaked out the front door and soon disappeared into the darkness. Alone in the loft, Annie reached down between her legs to scoop some of Ben's jism. She drew it to her lips and sniffed it. "Whoever it is he's fucking, he don't want her to think he cums too fast", she correctly surmised. Then she rolled over and dropped back off to sleep. Ben hurried down the darkened dirt road to the Thompkins place two miles distant. He didn't bother to disguise his egress. Any slave catchers about would quickly notice his race and allow him to pass. He wouldn't need to dissemble his intent until he approached the Thompkins farm. Ben knew of a path that avoided the Thompkins' hound dogs. It led to the Thompkins' swimming hole where, undoubtedly, Beulah would be waiting. Ben hoped she'd been thoughtful enough to bring a blanket. Though he'd only asked for a blowjob, poontang was always a viable option at these encounters. . Arriving at the Thompkins' swimming hole, Ben looked about cautiously. A full moon bathed the pond in twilight. There were shadows at the tree line, but the small sandy beach leading into the water was fully exposed. "Bea?" Ben called out cautiously. "Bea? You here?" "Yassuh" came Beulah's soft reply as she stepped into the gladelight from the woods. Ben grinned. Beulah was naked from the waist up. Her tits bounced saucily in the moonlight, perky ebony nipples upturned and shiny. Her breasts were much bigger than when he'd last seen them. Plus, she'd thought to bring a blanket. "Yes!" As she approached him, Beulah wiggled free of her skirt. By the time she reached Ben she was fully and spectacularly naked. Ben took a moment to regard her. She had an hourglass waist, full dark lips and an impish smile. A curly patch of black pubic hair outlined her vagina. She didn't look as muscular as Charlie's sister Ruthie or his cousin Tilly. She looked soft. Curvy. Like a girl. The Thompkins triplets pressed their natural hair straight with a hot comb. Ben didn't know how Beulah did it, but she wore her hair parted a little off to the left and straight down to her shoulders. It bounced in conjunction with her breasts when she walked. Unlike a white woman's hair, however, if Beulah's hair became wet for any reason it would draw up into an unmanageable kinky mass. Beulah knew this. She wasn't planning on swimming anytime soon. Whether she sweated some naps into it this night depended entirely upon Ben. "Damn, girl! You look good!" Ben opened. "I know." Beulah replied. She didn't offer a compliment in return. "I see you brung a blanket. You got some plans?" Ben asked disingenuously. "I might. If'n you don't mind?" "I don't mind at all! Spread it out here. Right here away from the water." Beulah did as she was told. "You brung my lollipop?" she asked innocently. "What lollipop?" Ben was taken aback. "De lollipop you wuz braggin' about in church." "Oh! This!" Ben flumped his heavy cock from his pants. It reeked of fresh semen and sticky pussy. Beulah scrunched her face up. "Who said anything about yo' dick? You tole me you had a store-bought lollipop. Dass what de cheek poke mean." Ben was confused. "No. I, I meant, you know what I meant. Stop playin' around, girl. I come all this way and, " Beulah smiled up at him. "I'm jist playin' wit chu," she said. Turning her attention to his exposed penis Beulah commented: "My! You done growed since de last time I seen Mr. Petey Winkle! You 'member dat time? All us wuz playin' in de water out here? We wuz kids. Look at you! I guess you think you a man, now, hey?" She took his cock in her hand and caressed it. Predictably, it hardened and lengthened. "Nice!" she said. "Who you been doin' it to? Dis dick smell like wet pooncey." "It always smell like that. You don't like that smell?" Ben ventured. "It's aiight, I guess. It might smell better if it was my poosy on dere." "We can make that happen, too, if you want." Ben noted hopefully. "Nope," Beulah said. "You said you wanted yo' lollipop licked. An' dass all I'm fi'nda do." "Then why'd you bring the blanket?" Ben queried. "You'a see." Beulah answered. She knelt before him and took his penis into her mouth. The scent of Annie's recently plumbed labia majora shrieked into Beulah's nostrils. She drew back. "Whew! Whoever's poosy dis is on here, it sho' is pow'ful!" Ben ignored her comment. He closed his eyes and pressed Beulah's head back into service. Soon he was roiling his hips in little swirlets, plunging his cock down the black girl's throat. The scent of her fellatio mixed with the scent of his earlier sleep creep to produce a uniquely alluring aroma. Ben pulled his cock from her mouth, bent and kissed her. They shared tongues lavishly for a moment before Ben stood and re-inserted his dick between her lips. Beulah grasped his thighs and chickenheaded him slowly. Occasionally she took a long, lavish lick up and down his shaft, marveling at its veiny texture, becoming more and more intoxicated by the masculine odor of his thick, meaty phallus. Pammie was soaked and quivering. Bea flickered her tongue against the sensitive nerves under his cockhead like a snake. This drove Ben into paroxysms of electric delight. He pressed his cock as deep into her throat as it would go. When he withdrew his cock was coated in bubbly foam. A rising tide of crackling heat lightning accumulated behind his eyelids. "If I cum now, how long before I can cum again?" he wondered. "Oh Lordy! Hold back, Benny! Keep it right there!" Ben bent and kissed her again. This time their kiss was deeper, more sensual. Her ample lips differed from the white girls he'd kissed. They were thicker, more supple, more akin to a woman's labia. Moreover, her mouth tasted of creamy coffee laden with cane sugar. Her lips were heart-shaped, her lower lip being slightly larger than her upper lip and dimpled at its mid-section. She kissed with the suckle of a freshly minted vagina bursting alive into volcanism. Reluctantly, Ben straightened and offered his dick to her again. He watched with amazement as those transcendent lips widened to engulf him. "Only Annie sucks dick like this. Bea's pussy must be crazy hot!" While Ben was devising a plan to get Beulah splayed out, ankles-to-earlobes, on the blanket, a second wettened heat source sent rivulets of electricity scorching up from his groin. Ben looked down. Amazingly, Beulah's sister Dinah had come from nowhere, knelt, and added her silky lips to the fray. She looked up at him with a wicked smile. Beulah looked at her sister with approval. She continued to nurse at his pud while Dinah chewed small hickies into Ben's shaft with her teeth. Ben closed his eyes and let the sisters have at it. Two Beulahs! Each identical! He couldn't tell them apart. If they switched positions, he couldn't tell whose name to shout out during the money shot. Ben caressed both their heads and encouraged them to continue. His dick steamed with surge as he struggled to suppress his ejaculate. The longer he held out, the bigger the explosion would be when he finally released. As Ben squirmed in the agony of his pre-ejaculatory extremis, a third mouth sent shockwaves up his frame. It was Miriam, the third triplet. She, too, was naked. He'd hit the jackpot! Miriam wore her hair pulled back into a girlish ponytail. It's the only way Ben could tell her apart from her siblings and, indeed, she wore her hair differently for this exact purpose. She took up a position opposite Dinah on the other side of Ben's shaft and nibbled him further into submission. This was just too much. Ben felt like a gymnast holding an impossibly unnatural position on the rings. His muscles burned. His body clenched as rigid as any penis. Fires raged from his eyeballs. His knees felt like jelly, unable to support his weight. Finally, Ben surrendered to the inevitable. He fired a massive burst of jism against Beulah's tongue, bucking and straining with the effort. Soon her mouth was awash in spunk. It dripped like honey from her supple lips and her teeth. She held her mouth open so that her sisters and Ben could see his jism accumulate into a tapioca-like puddle on her tongue. Then she smiled and blithely swallowed his issue down. "Move, girl", Miriam ordered in her best "take-charge" fashion. "You gon' let his dick get soft before I gets my chance." Miriam's brusqueness broke Ben's post-orgasmic reverie. "It's my turn at the tip", Dinah interrupted. "I wuz here 'fore you was." "You gon' has to wait. Bea done drained his dick. You don' know how to suck no drained dick. If we has to wait on you we'll be here all night. Lemme get him hard again and den you kin suck him all you want. He won't be in no rush to shoot his jizz again, not after that pile he just unloaded on Bea." Dutifully, Beulah ceded her spot to Miriam. Beulah took up Miriam's position along Ben's lumbering shaft. Now in the catbird's seat, Miriam paused to sniff the air dramatically. "Dang, girl!" Miriam commented to Beulah. "Pamela sho' is payin' off! She sho' ain't dry. You wasn't lying 'bout dat much. Hey, I bet you Pammie can get him hard faster'n I can, you reckon?" "He ain't axed for Pammie, Miri. I give him what he axed fuh." "Just cause he ain't axed for Pammie don' mean we cain't put Pammie to good use. I ain't seen the fella yet as don't want a sloppy wet piece-a prime poosy, even if he ain't got the sense to axe fuh it. An' you needthe practice, anyways. Stand up." Beulah did as she was told. Of equals, Miriam was the most equal sister. "Raise yo' leg up. Like this." Beulah complied. "Whew! You smell like a buncha dicks been up in you already! You smell dat, Di?" Dinah smirked. "Shut up, Miri. Pammie jist wet is all. Bea been suckin' dick. You ack like cain't nobody's poosy get riled up but your'n." "I'm just sayin'," replied Miriam. Miriam positioned Beulah directly facing Ben, still woozy and swaying from his mammoth earlier splatter. She took Ben's limp penis and positioned it awkwardly between Beulah's labia, centered at the entrance to her hole. Using her index finger, she pushed Ben's spent member up into her sister's pussy. It slid easily inside. Pammie was slick with the lubrication of passion. "Now squeeze," Miriam said. Beulah clenched her pussy lips together. In doing so she drew Ben's cock deeper into her snatch. She stretched him like a rubber dildo. "Again." Miriam ordered. Ben groaned. This hurt. "Don't squeeze that hard, Bea! You wanna kill him? Or do you wanna get him rousted up agin? Suck at him with Pammie, don't yank. Like this." Miriam pulled Ben's penis from Beulah's pussy and took it into her own mouth. She suckled at it tenderly, as a baby nursing a nipple, laving it with her tongue and coating it with extravagant bubbles of spittle. "Go soft at first, Bea. When it get hard you can go faster", she advised. "Why you so concerned?" Beulah asked. "Because I need him to be rock hard when Priscilla time come, dat's why! "Well, why you ain't whupped Priscilla on him already then?" "Because you needs dah prackis more'd I duz. Dat's why. Stop axin' dumb questions an' hotch yo' stankin' poosy on over here. See here? Look, he already giv'n a little twitch. Push it up in there. Yeh, like that. See? He comin' around." Pammie closed around Ben's dick again. All three sisters watched, fascinated, while Beulah roiled her vagina in circlets, twisting Ben's foreskin in spirals against the meaty flesh beneath. The heated merger their genitalia produced a smoky, decadent aroma that Miriam and Dinah found titillating. Both of their overheated purple vaginas began to moisten and drip. Beulah dropped her leg to the ground, standing to the task at hand. Ben's cock had regained sufficient tumescence that the fornicating pair could just grip each other by their respective asses and grind. Both of them stared down the line of their torsos at the dick twisting obscenely into Pammie's aching furry love lips. Beulah began to finish each spiraling insertion with a quick in/out shimmy that released Ben's foreskin from its rat-tail spinner and allowed her clit a gratuitous swipe against his crimson pubic mound. Beulah began to tremble and sweat. The presence of her sisters was no longer a concern. She was adrift in the ocean of sexual prurience only brought about by a thick, shaggy cock. Beulah's world became laser-focused on Pammie's wants and needs. "Rub me this way, Bea", Pammie advised. Beulah complied. "Pull back slow and hit him hard, Bea!" Pammie ordered. Beulah complied. "I just wanna suck at him, Bea. Oh! Lemme Suck!" Pammie moaned. And Beulah complied. Pammie's curly-haired lips nurtured and suckled at Ben's pulsating dick. "All the way to the back, Bea! Now hit it right there! And grind!" Pammie demanded. Beulah did as she was told. Pammie expanded and contracted about Ben's pole with great bursts of succulent lust. Having recently cum, Ben surged into her with power and dexterity, unencumbered by the fear of a pre-mature release. He chortled at Beulah's "I'm about to cum!" face. Turnabout was fair play. Even when he noticed Beulah's sisters lapping at his balls Ben continued to punish Pammie for Beulah's earlier impertinence. He pounded her relentlessly. "Ah! fuck!" Pammie screamed (metaphorically) as she locked tight about Ben's cock, sending innumerable spastic vaginal quivers up and down its length. "Feed it to me Benny, I need to taste it!" In response, Ben turned Beulah around and fucked her doggystyle while guiding her forward, binding her wrists behind her with his strong hands. Pammie continued to scream and beg for succor. With the right sort of ears one could hear her pleadings in the sticky mishmash of Ben's conquest. Pammie unleashed pussy fart after pussy fart as she dealt with the nuclear explosions Ben unleashed inside her chocolate liquid heat. Miriam and Dinah laughed to hear Pammie's indelicate pussy flatulence. "I hope dat wasn't de real thing, girl!" It sure sounded real. Beulah wasn't paying attention. She was unmoored from reality, basking in the glow of her own walking pussy thunder. Pammie raced up and down the arc of Ben's muscular scythe. She was on a mission to coat herself in his love honey and so complete their assignation with drip. Ben, though, had other ideas. There were two more pussies here in need of dick mastery. If not, they wouldn't have come. Besides, he doubted if even Tommy Thompkins had the wherewithal to take on all three triplets at once. If he had, he certainly would have bragged about it before now. Pammie was trembling out the last vestiges of her passion before him. Her owner, Beulah, was splayed out in the blanket, rounded ass in the air, head down, quaking uncontrollably. Pammie, too, was gasping for breath, quivering open and shut about his cock, pressing him for fertilization. "Git down here you two", Ben ordered the other sisters. He lined Dinah and Miriam up on either side of Beulah, asses up, heads down, arms stretched forward. Beulah slumped, now blind with passion. She was exhausted. Ben was still rock hard inside Pammie, roiling up her foam. It didn't look as if Pammie was going to dine on his love honey. Ben wasn't even breathing hard. Ben withdrew his cock from Pammie's luxuriant grasp. She sent him on his way with a burgeoning cum bubble that popped when it encountered Beulah's kinky pubic hair. Beulah fell over sideways. She opened her thighs to the night air. Waves of heat rose expansively from her mound. Now Ben sidled up behind Dinah and inserted himself. Patricia smiled open and welcomed him inside with an expressive sigh of anticipation. Dinah's ass wobbled as Ben's cock peeled Patricia wide and cruised past her cocoa pussy lips and into her core. "Oh. Shit." Dinah whispered. Ben gripped both of her buttocks in his manly hands. He massaged them as he established an erotic dance rhythm with Patricia. Watching his penis surge deep and deeper from above, Ben again felt that primordial, pre-orgasmic stickiness in his belly, that silky march up the plateau of ecstasy to ultimate completion. "It's too soon!" he thought. "There's another one here! I have to do all three! Calm down, Benny!" His dick had other ideas. Patricia differed from Pamela in that she was deeper, an older soul, less frantic, more accommodating. Patricia made Ben feel more like a man and less like a boy on the verge of becoming a man. Patricia said, "Come on in. Sit down. Spend some time with me. Kiss me. Lick me. Sniff me. Suck me. Fuck me. You like me? Good. Let me caress you. You look like you've had a long day." Merging with Patricia was an act of union, not an act of dominance. Her sticky vaginal song validated penises with comfort. She was solace personified. She wasn't competition. If Ben came pre-maturely, Patricia didn't laugh. Patricia simply said, "Whew! That was nice! You're so good! so big! Let's do it again, now." Her confidence in him was infectious. It was the thing that most precipitated Ben's pre-orgasmic march. Dinah's strident moans didn't hurt the process, either. Miriam was a little put off to be just a spectator at Dinah's love fest. What if he came inside Patricia and couldn't get it up again? Priscilla was a demanding agitator, a dominator, a vast chasm of rampant carnality primed to detonate and implode at a moment's notice. She wasn't used to being left out in the cold. Miriam consoled herself with the maxim "He's saving the best for last". Priscilla didn't give a shit about maxims. Priscilla wanted dick. She wanted fresh dick, too, not spongy, already-been-chewed, grouchy ass, "don't touch me, bitch!" dick. Miriam found herself becoming more and more anxious as she watched Patricia weave her exotic charms up and down the length of Benny's love muscle. "She's gon' make him cum, I jist know it!" Miriam noticed, too, that Beulah was coming around. She seemed to have recovered somewhat from her debilitating orgasm and was taking an interest in Ben and Dinah's ongoing tryst. Fuck this shit." Priscilla snorted indignantly. "What do you want me to do?" Miriam mewled. Get up off you ass. Somebody is sure to come looking for us before I gets mine." Priscilla continued. "I cain't just move Dinah out of the way. It's her turn!" Miriam fumed. "He got a tongue, don't he?" Priscilla suggested. "Oh. Yeah." Miriam consented. Stung into action by Priscilla's uncompromising demands, Miriam stood and theatrically straddled Dinah's shoulder blades facing Ben. She hooked her thumbs into the backs of her hips and shoved her pelvis forward. She preened Priscilla's bushy black triangle there for Ben's consideration, as if he'd taken far too long to consider her, and he'd better damn well take her into account soon or else she was leaving. Ben looked at Miriam curiously through poosy-clouded lenses. "What?" he queried breathlessly, communicating with his eyes. "Lick it", Miriam said aloud. "Lick it? Now?" Ben replied, again with his eyes. "Did, did, did I studder? Lick it!" Miriam snarled in a tone bereft of any hint of racial subservience. Shocked into compliance, Ben leaned forward and nuzzled his nose into Priscilla's fragrant curly patch even as he continued to hump Dinah's rump. "I ain't say sniff it. I said lick it." Miriam ordered. Out popped Ben's tongue. Miriam gripped the back of his head brusquely. From there Priscilla took over. She gripped Ben's tongue with her pliant, prehensile pussy lips and tugged at it, let it slip north to tickle Miriam's clit and then roiled it side to side against her sugar walls. Miriam groaned. "That's more like it", Priscilla said. Now Miriam began to service Priscilla at the tip of Ben's tongue. He continued to fuck Dinah, but Priscilla quickly took control of their sexual conversation. She was selfish like that. None of the triplets were surprised at this turn of events. Two of the triplets, however, were astounded at the next move. Without being noticed, Beulah loomed up behind Ben. She was smaller than he. That didn't stop her from gripping Ben by the hips and driving Pammie up between his buttocks as if Pammie were a cock and Ben's ass was Pammie's chosen orifice. She caught him on the downstroke and shoved Pammie so far up as to brush against Ben's cornhole, where her throbbing clit probed for entry. Pammie's forceful momentum drove Ben's cock into Patricia's maw with greater impetus on the upstroke. Thus, all three triplets were in play. Ben was shocked. "All three?" Yes, all three. Pammie humped Ben. Ben humped Patricia. Priscilla sucked Ben's tongue. None of the triplets knew Ben's dick by its given name. (He called his dick "Sir"). Choice epithets filled the surrounding glade. Ben gritted his teeth. This was going to make for some story tomorrow when he and Charlie were sweating in the fields. "Man up, Benny", advised Sir. They fucked in this manner until, predictably, Priscilla called for deeper penetration, thus mandating a change in position. "Fuck this half-ass pussy licking. I need some dick." Priscilla complained. "Okay! Okay!" Miriam conceded. "Dinah, I'm ready." Miriam said aloud, at Priscilla's behest. "Okay. Hold on a sec," Dinah conceded. "Benny? Honey? Go a little, faster. I'm, almost there." "Now, Dinah," Miriam ordered. Dinah ignored her. She was on the verge of perfection. Priscilla could kiss her ass, selfish ho. "Dinah!" Miriam persisted. "Bitch!" Dinah exploded. "Ain't you heard me say I'se almost there? I ain't none-a yo' ho. I'm-a get mine the same as you. Hush yo puffy n' let me finish!" It wasn't often that one of the sisters put Miriam in her place. When it happened, Miriam pouted for days. "She'll come around," noted Dinah. She urged Ben to intensify his efforts. "Keep goin', Benny, I'm, Oh harder, that's it. Put it, right, in, There! Oh!" Patricia seized up suddenly and hurtled Dinah into the nighted abyss without a parachute. She exploded into light shards that slowly twinkled earthward, leaving swirly smoke contrails in their wake. "Oh, oh, oh, oh. Fuck me! Fuck me you son'o bitch Fuck! The theatrics of her climax cowed her sisters into silence. "Wow. Look at that." Dinah bucked and juked like a hellhound unhinged. Miriam leapt away from her standing position astride Dinah's shoulders. Beulah paused in her assault on Ben's behind to watch. Without losing Patricia's grip on Ben's dick, Dinah scissored her legs acrobatically, spun and swirled back onto her shoulder blades. She fucked Ben from the missionary position, legs up and spread wide, all the while screeching her passion into the night. She arched her back and lifted Ben's body entirely up into the air so that their genitalia served as their only point of contact. Ben was never so deep in her pussy. His weight smashed his balls against her taint and flattened her rounded ass cheeks. He flailed his arms and legs for balance against his awkward position atop her hips. With one last gasp and a mammoth springboard effort, Dinah hurled the young man off her body. He landed on his feet. Dinah did a somersault, then bounced up like a naked boxer, tits wobbling akimbo. She shimmied her shoulders, shook her hair loose and spin-jabbed her fists cockily, as with a speed bag. She looked askance at her sister Miriam. "Now, hussy. Top dat," she challenged. That's when Ben realized that the sisters were in competition. And he was their chosen foil. "I'll be doggoned!" Something had to be done about that unwarranted scenario. "I ain't none-a none of these bitches hoe", grumbled Sir. With that, Ben snatched Miriam up and made her assume the position. Dinah had cum, not he. Miriam protested weakly. She wanted to mount and ride, that being Priscilla's favored position. Ben twirled her back to doggystyle. "Git down here, I say." It was time to show these heffahs who the Big Dog was. His dick still lunged upward from his sac at a sixty-degree angle, magnificently erect, unyielding, uncircumcised and potent. Ben drew himself up to his full height so that these three Negresses could witness his rampant virility. He'd already left two of them lurching on the ground in ecstasy. Now he intended to soil each of these pussies with seed and let these bitches worry about the consequences later on. If they got pregnant, who gave a fuck? "I'm white", he reminded himself. "That's what I'M talkin' about", groused Sir. Ben mounted Miriam from behind. After using his dick to paint both of her southern cracks, he probed forward and proceeded to fuck her with wild abandon, first in one hole and then the other. He tortured her with innumerable power shots, driving her forward on the blanket and out into the grass. He stood her up while continuing to hump her from the rear mount. She climaxed explosively, like a voodoo dancer, but Ben whirled her around and made her kneel and suck his dick anyway, heedless of her post-coital tremor. When she finally could take no more, he called her sisters over and made them suckle at his root, too, making sure to wipe Priscilla's southern juices on their cheeks and lips. When he felt his jism burgeoning up from his testes, he stepped away from Dinah and Beulah's tandem fellatio, snatched Miriam's limp thighs open and poured himself into Priscilla with gusto. Her pussy bubbled obscenely with his milky seed, like a Yellowstone lava pond. It dripped from her hairy lips and poured over her ass cheeks into the grass beneath. It percolated into her asshole. Miriam was too fucked out to complain. Still, Ben was not finished. He reached for Beulah yet again and mounted her with his soggy, floppy dick. After five minutes of lavish grinding, Pamela had Ben's loins fired for another go. He withdrew and pointed his dick south into Beulah's doodihole from the missionary position. Beulah's eye's widened. Tommy Thompkins had plumbed her poop chute once or twice. His dick wasn't nearly as thick as Ben's. Plus, Tommy had taken his time out of consideration for the young girl's capacities; Ben didn't seem to be afflicted with that mindset. No, Ben seemed determined to make this assignation a "teachable moment" "Don't play wit' me, ho." He drove fiercely into her rectum, unconcerned with Beulah's shock at this sudden, unlubricated anal intrusion. When he was hilted, he drew back and fired a long, slow penetrating thrust forward to test the elasticity thereof. Beulah winced. Ben drew back again and again, going faster and faster still until the heat churned up by his penile friction elicited a feral cry of pleasure from the girl. "This is what it feels like to get fucked up the ass, girl. Your little piddly clit couldn't bust a grape", he whispered in her ear. "Yassuh! Yassuh! I knows it, Suh!" she cried aloud, reverting to type. Beulah's servile pleadings tempered his rage some. He slowed a bit to allow her natural gels time to accumulate. Ben didn't really enjoy anger banging. He liked to build his orgasms in layers, going slow, then fast, then deep, then rotational. Anger banging produced a brief but intense pop that receded quickly, leaving little afterglow. Ben decided to give Beulah another unexpected surprise. Still mounted missionary anal, he withdrew his cock from her ass. Bea thought he was moving on to another of the triplets with no small measure of relief. She sighed contentedly but rolled over into the standard doggystyle position, ass up, head down. The next thing she felt was Ben's head moving up between her thighs. She snapped her head back to make sure it was his head and not some wild new position with which she was unacquainted. His crimson moptop waggled up between. Was he? Washe? Yes, he was! He was going to lick Pammie! Unbidden! Ben reached up to grip her buttocks then pulled Pamela gently down onto his face. Beulah, twice shocked now at this unforeseen turn of events, was happy to oblige. Ben pointed to Dinah. She was lying on the blanket next to the copulating couple, regaining her strength from their earlier dynamic session. Ben pointed to his erect cock. He was lying on his back licking Beulah's pussy. Her knees skirted his ears. His cock still raged alone in the air. Dinah took the hint. She clambered atop his dick and gratefully inserted it into her pussy. "No." Ben ordered, taking a break from servicing Beulah's clit. "The other hole." Dinah released him from her cunt and eased her ass down upon his dick. Her sphincter popped open easily. She was more acquainted with the southern route than Beulah. The two sisters proceeded to sate themselves at the largesse of the white boy lying beneath. Ten minutes into their tri-une coupling, Miriam recovered enough to join the fray, making it an imbalanced foursome. Ben lay on his back while Beulah and Dinah serviced him. His arms and legs were splayed out on the blanket. Miriam stepped up and squatted over his right hand, bundled his fingers into an angular fist, then eased her sloppy wet pussy down upon it. She repeated this maneuver using each of his feet and finally, his left hand, before Ben was obliged by nature and necessity to rage his cum into Dinah's churning ass. This, of course, was Miriam's intent. Dinah was cobbling in on Priscilla's preferred mount. Unceremoniously, Miriam pushed Dinah out of the way. Ben's spent cock slipped from Dinah's ass and flumped onto his stomach, then rolled into its natural position along his left thigh. Jism dripped lazily from his pee-hole. Beulah continued to hump his face. She was lost in her own impending vaginal explosion. From below, Miriam could see Pamela gobble and pucker greedily at Ben's tongue. Beulah was twerking it. Miriam mounted Ben and took his penis into her pussy. She, too, began to twerk in rhythm with her sister. It took some doing, but Priscilla finally succeeded at re-energizing Ben's well-oiled penis. Miriam never doubted Priscilla's capacity. After her fourth cunnilingual orgasm, Beulah shrieked and fell away from Bens' face, leaving only Miriam mounted atop the boy. Beulah rolled onto her back and fanned her pussy expressively, wafting its odor into the night air. Dinah, too, fanned herself. Both women's nether regions were scorched from Ben's vibrant insurgency. Miriam now worked Ben for all he was worth. His dick was thrice drained, his nerve endings fried. The only thing left was a rock hard piece of purple meat aroused at the smell and the savor of a wildly exotic chocolate pussy whose talents equaled its legend. This was the true competition of the night, the last pair of sexual gladiators standing. Though Miriam's pussy was still chock full of Ben's semen, such was the animus of their coupling that Ben's residual joy juice bubbled down her cunt and drained from her hole. It coated Ben's balls in a bubbly white, creamy cluster of foam as she humped him. This cum cluster expanded to cover part of Miriam's ass and Ben's thighs like egg white meringue. Miriam's sisters looked on in amazement. Ben's deep purple cock reddened noticeably from the friction of Priscilla's strident efforts. It seemed to glow like an overheated piston in the midst of the bubbly foam. Having climaxed earlier, neither Ben nor Miriam was of a mind to just cum and get it over with. They wanted to fuck. They wanted to fully invest themselves of each other's genitals and leave burned out nubs where healthy, vibrant organs once stood. Ten minutes of sexual warfare ensued; Fifteen; Twenty. All one heard was the wicked sound of wet slapping pelvises as the white boy and the black girl ruthlessly assaulted one another. First Miriam was on top, then Ben supplanted her there. They rolled over and over on the blanket, fucking as if this were the last fuck to take place in the entire universe, and they'd been ordered to make it a good one, because no other fucks were to be had, ever again, in the entire history of the world. In time both of the remaining combatants fell into a blazing blur of sexual agony. Neither wanted to be the first to cum; both of them were on the verge of capitulation. Ben turned Miriam over and cooled his red-hot dick in her asshole for a bit. Priscilla's precocious penile predilection required Ben's presence, however. Miriam jerked forward, releasing him to the elements. When she eased back, she didn't need to manually point Ben's dick into her pussy. Priscilla gaped wide and gulped him in. Ben couldn't complain. Priscilla's silky mixture of thick, curly pubic hair and her sticky-hot internal purring engine tickled him like the magnificent engine of dick conquest that Miriam bragged of. Truly, Priscilla was top-shelf, premium quality hole. "Come on! Come on!" Ben demanded as he fought to restrain his ejaculate. "Give it to me, baby!" Miriam cajoled, using her most seductive dusky whisper voice. She needed to feel him surge and fire. "No. You go, first", Ben reiterated. "I will, if, you, will," Miriam wheedled breathlessly, straining to speak and concentrate on Priscilla at the same time. Ben tried one last futile line. "This, ain't, no, game, Miri. Bust a nut!" he groused in his best "I'm the white person here" voice. Miriam didn't answer. She knew she had him. She felt him quake and shimmer. "Here it comes", she told herself. With that she loosed Priscilla from bondage and hurled her into battle against the forces of semen rushing from the penis within. She screeched out her lust, driven by Priscilla's heated animus, and humped Benny like a locomotive steam engine. Ben smirked at her slyly. He leapt out of her pussy, cocked Beulah's legs open, inserted himself and erupted. This was the 'poosy' that brung him to the dance. His nuts tightened impossibly to squeeze the last dredges of seed from his tortured testes. "There. That's all three. I did it", he congratulated himself. Miriam was embarrassed to have been so put upon by her intended foil. She was still humping the air as Ben relieved himself in her sister's cunt, unaware of his sudden absence. Not only had he robbed her of the pleasure of his eruption, he'd faked an orgasm and she hadn't detected it. Up till then, Beulah had been the only one of the sisters who hadn't elicited his ejaculate. Well, she had swallowed his jizz puddle. That, apparently, didn't count. Both Dinah and Miriam already had his cum percolating from their nether regions. That, apparently, counted. Now Beulah counted, too. Dinah and Beulah laughed at Miriam's frustration. "I guess he fooled you!" they chimed. "Pssh. I ain't wanted his tired old jizz, anyway." Miriam's sour grapes attitude only made her sisters laugh harder. No one (to their knowledge) had ever given up on bustin' a nut in Priscilla. It was apparent to all three women knew that Beulah now had a leg up on Miriam. Their braggadocious sister had met her Waterloo. "Good one, Benny!" laughed Beulah. "You go, boy!" Dinah chuckled. "Yeah, Benny. You go", said Miriam, using verbiage a bit more literally than Dinah intended. All three black girls waded out into the pond to wash. "Don't get my hair wet." "Is you kiddin', Peaseyhaid? All that sweatin' you jist did?" Ben gathered up his things, dressed and made his way back to the road home. His mouth, cheeks, hands, feet, ass-crack and dick all resonated with the smell of milk chocolate pussy, leaving an ethereal, invisible pheromone trail in his wake. Unbeknownst to him, male animals in the forest were unintentionally aroused by his aromatic passage. They tracked him home. In the morning, Annette Leone awakened to find Ben's erect penis bulging up against her top lip, just beneath her nostrils. To be continued. By Bardot1990 for Literotica.

Janice Battles Her Slutty Nature By Bardot1990. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. Blue Jenkins worked as a field hand on Hank Leone's farm in Northeast Louisiana. He was a slave. Now in his late-twenties, Blue had been purchased from the Jenkins Farm for a nominal sum two decades back and retained the Jenkins' family name. Blue was tall, muscular, possessed of a pleasing cinnamon complexion, a dazzling smile and a square jaw. He had a hairy breast; his head was shaved bald. In deference to his complexion, Blue's friends called him "Red". Except for his golden mien, Blue looked a lot like Charlie Leone, the nineteen-year-old cock-of-the-walk on Nathan Leone's farm.Unbeknownst to both, Blue was Charlie's older half brother, the product of a tryst between their father Meshach Leone and Dora Jenkins, a biracial slave, some years back. Meshach never really knew his eldest son. He never had any hand in raising him, though the boy grew up five farms away. He'd seen Blue once or twice over the years. Those occasions meant little. Blue wouldn't know Meshach from a rock in the sea. Nevertheless, Blue did inherit something of value from his father, a monster cock. This, along with his gallant good looks and his badboy smile, made the cinnamon-hued young man a much-desired commodity. Blue's haul of pubic scalps was double that of his younger half-brother. More, his harem stretched across several farms in the area and included a number of middle-aged white church matrons. Janice Leone, Hank Leone's crimson haired eldest daughter, recently turned eighteen, noticed Blue working around their farm before but paid him scant attention. "He is a blackie, after all." She'd even seen him naked once as he was washing up after a workday. His cock was huge, his bulging musculature equally as impressive. Jannie had been chatting with a gaggle of black girls who chirped and giggled at the vision of Blue's nakedness. Blue noticed the girls ogling him and turned so that they all could get a full on glance at his lumbering member. He wasn't ashamed of it. He reckoned most of these girls were going to see it up close one day, anyway. Janice recalled that hot afternoon. She remembered being amused by the reaction of the black girls to Blue's nakedness. They were falling all over themselves! For a blackie! Who would have thought it? In light of recent events, however, Blue seemed to be the answer to her prayers. Since her recent visit to Uncle Nathan's farm (where she had her first encounter with a black man's dick), Jannie had become afflicted with the "blackie taint", that wild, seething, unseemly lust white women get for the lumbering penises of unwashed Negro slaves. She was tired of walking around with this unquenched burn in her crotch. Masturbation didn't cool the fires. Neither did her brother Jake's tempestuous but quick late night excursions. And now here, this good-looking, bald-headed blackie was walking around all day with an un-fucked elephant trunk percolating in his pantaloons? "Good-looking"? Did she actually just say that about a blackie? It was undeniable. Blue was a looker. Too, she'd referred to him as "un-fucked". This was true in one respect. Whilst Blue had fucked just about all the women on that farm, he hadn't fucked Janice. "Well, that's about to change." Jannie noted with grim determination. Her logic was unassailable. One, she already had the blackie taint, so one more blackie dick couldn't hurt. Two, her Auntie Beth claimed to have the cure, so whatever additional taint she acquired from Blue would be nullified after her auntie came through with the goods. Three, she was horny as shit 24x7. And four, walking around with a goddam wooden ball up her puss just wasn't making it. Jannie cornered Blue in the root cellar late one afternoon after having given him orders to retrieve some ice potatoes. Prior to that, she'd hidden the ice potatoes so that Blue might spend an inordinate amount of time in the root cellar looking for them, just long enough for onlookers to forget he was in there. Twenty minutes later she followed him in. Blue noted her silhouette in the doorframe. "I cain't find 'em, Miss Janice. I've looked everywhere," he offered, in that mewling tone that slaves disingenuously used with whites of the day. Jannie closed and locked the cellar door behind her. She boldly shed her dress to stand naked before him. Her crimson triangle glowed eerily in the gloom contrasted against her alabaster skin. Her breasts pouted jauntily; her pink nipples were already erect. She exuded the ethereal scent of a woman who has taken a fully naked bath in the pussy of another fully naked woman. Blue wasn't any newcomer to The Game. Women cornered him alone more than just occasionally. He was neither surprised nor perplexed by Jannie's actions. She knew them damn ice potatoes weren't in there when she'd sent him in. Blue dropped the slave mewl tone. "She just tryna be slick." He turned to face her, saying nothing. His level gaze bespoke his true masculinity. "Well?" she said aloud. Confidently, Blue unbuckled his trousers and dropped them. His lengthy penis did, in fact, resemble an elephant's trunk. It rolled outward from his pelvis like an archer's bow and arced forward in a curved line such that his cockhead curled under perfectly to laze between his thighs, just inches above his knees. Blue crossed his arms. His penis swung back and forth like a clock pendulum. The burly black man made no move to approach her. Jannie curled her small fist into a standard male masturbatory pose and jerked it back and forth in front of her fire apple pussy. Her tits wobbled. She was ordering him to initiate his own erection. With a knowing smirk, Blue willingly complied. In seconds, his dick rose up from its flaccidity to become a steely, uncircumcised golden beast, raging for succor. Jannie was amazed. "Now that's a dick," she mused. Indeed, the cock preening before her exceeded any she'd encountered previously. She couldn't grip it with one hand. She doubted that she could grip it entirely with two. Jannie moved forward as if in a trance, fixated on Blue's transcendently spiring dick. It seemed to suck all the oxygen from the room. She could feel pulsing pressure waves from it, seething hot, throbbing with virility. She could smell its manly, musky scent in her bones. A tremor escaped her pussy and melted away into fuck vapor. When she'd halved the distance between them, Janice suddenly rushed forward, pushed him back and slammed him against the wall. She gave a little hop, felt his thickness probing past her feathery pubic jungle, felt it slide up into her fragrant wetness without bothering to take aim. She twirled herself easily around his girth, surprising them both. Blue usually had to work to get it in. So tense was she that, as he tapped her cervix, Jannie climaxed. She gave an agonized silent howl than might have awakened the dead, if she'd seen fit to give voice to her sexual derangement. Such voiceless orgasms were the common currency of interracial sexual liaisons in the South. She didn't linger about enjoying this early detonation, either. She reckoned it to be the first of many. Jannie began to fuck Blue with the frenzy of the damned. She planned to use his mammoth golden cock to punish the blackie taint that had tormented her so. Huge power shots and quick, flittering trills dominated her assault. She draped her arms about his neck and humped him fiendishly, standing on her tiptoes, grinding her vagina as far down his shaft as she could wetten. She grabbed his head and kissed him square on the mouth, then she latched onto his neck and sucked first one purple hickey then another, all the while quivering her pussy up and down the length of his huge, elephantine penis. Jannie came again. And then yet again. If Blue's rigid penis hadn't supported her body weight, Janice would have collapsed to the ground in a heap. She was impaled. Her massive clit danced along his sticky, pussy-wettened shaft, sending spiraling jets of electricity coursing throughout her frame. After her fourth orgasm, Jannie pushed Blue to his knees and fucked his face thru two more climactic cycles. She scrubbed her massive crimson bush about his lips, nostrils and cheeks. Her labia surged and suckled. These kissed the black man fervently, marking Blue's face with Jannie's turgid vaginal aroma. Still unsated, Janice bent and offered her rounded ass up to him. Blue was amazed to see her fire-apple red pubic curls blazing past her sphincter and up the crack of her ass, each lock sloppy wet with her pussy juice. Undeterred by this great, sticky Jheri curl of pubic fur, he fucked Jannie's asshole dry, agonizing over its heated friction. When he finally erupted his cooling jism caused her bowels to sizzle with the crackle of cold water splashed into a white-hot frying pan. Jannie slumped forward and flopped to the ground, exhausted. Every ganglion in her body shrieked with vibrance. With some effort, Blue pulled his cock from Jannie's ass. It stretched, thwacked back awkwardly and then wobbled crazily in the cool darkness of the root cellar. Semen dripped from his pee-hole. A silky wisp of steam condensed around his shaft and oozed away silently into the darkness. Riotous explosions of sexual odor assaulted their olfactories, weaving exotic panoramas in their brains. Jannie's world spun about. The rushing winds of sexual completion assailed her tumultuously. Semen fizzled from her asshole like carbonated soda and dripped to the ground, coagulating into a large, bubbly puddle. Jannie was enshrouded in bliss. Finally her breathing quieted. She flexed her pelvic muscles to see if the blackie taint intended another flare up. It gave no indication. Encouraged, Jannie rose discreetly and dressed. She peeked out the door and, seeing no one, scurried out. Blue was long gone. Her opening "Well?" had been the only word spoken between them. Is it an addiction? For six days after her encounter with Blue, Jannie's sexual burn receded into irrelevance. She cheerfully went about her daily chores. She contributed to dinnertime conversations without any undue tight-lipped strain. She fucked her brother occasionally but with none of her earlier vehemence. She didn't have to hunt him down for dick. Her smooth wooden masturbation ball was a distant memory. In short, she became Jannie again. On the seventh day after the Blue tryst, Jannie began to wonder after her hibernating libido. Where was it? She'd fucked her brother Jake several times in the interim, true, but she hadn't cum during any single encounter. She enjoyed the feel of her brother's dick riding in and out of her pussy much as a child enjoys playing on a swing set. It was exhilarating. When he came and his hot jism bubbled up and oozed out of her pussy, there was no reciprocal explosion on her part. She only got a sloppy, sticky ass from the experience and a cold wet spot to sleep in. Jake got all the joy. "What happened to my blackie taint?" she wondered. Immediately thereafter she chastened herself. "Good riddance!" she chortled. Before her encounter with Isaac at Uncle Nathan's farm she'd had a normal sex drive. She fucked a lot. Sometimes she came. Sometimes she didn't. After that encounter (and until her rendezvous with Blue) she came repeatedly, so often that it became a painful annoyance. The 'blackie taint' left her tangerine pussy in a constant state of arousal. The tryst with Blue had been amazing. He was a bit older than she, handsome, well hung and discreet. He'd cooled the insatiable ardor that had plagued her for weeks. Trouble was, he seemed to have put it out entirely. The Burn was gone. She hadn't had an explosive orgasm in a week. Was this the anti-blackie taint? She didn't want to cum all the time, but she did want to cum sometimes. What's the point of fucking if you can't bust a nut? She'd seen Blue a time or two since then, too. He'd been affable without being familiar. He acted as if nothing had occurred between them. He'd even fielded flirtatious solicitations from passing black women while Jannie was present, which caused Jannie to pink up in jealousy. How did these sassy black bitches know that Blue wasn't her kept blackie? Of course, they couldn't know, and could never know. Jannie didn't then realize that a sense of possession, entitlement, is always one of the first consequences of engaging in sexual intercourse. That realization only comes with age and experience. She just knew that she felt disrespected by the incessant flirtations that were part and parcel of Blue's daily routine. His legendary cocksmanship drew the fillies like flies. Janice approached Blue one afternoon and asked him to bring some ice potatoes up to the big house, and to take his time doing it. Janice knew he would catch her meaning. When she stepped into the root cellar twenty minutes later, Blue was already naked. His penis was splendidly erect. Jannie smiled. "No, Blue. This ain't what I meant. Well, it ain't what I meant for right now. There's too many people around. They might hear us. Put your clothes back on." Reluctantly Blue reached for his trousers. "Wait a minute!" she said. She skipped over to him and took his penis into her mouth. She hadn't blown him in their earlier encounter. She wanted to hold the taste of that special bond in her remembrance. She wettened his dick with some difficulty. Jannie couldn't get much more than his pud into her mouth. It was as thick as her fist. She gaped wide to accommodate him, flickering her tongue out to tickle his urethral valley and the shroud of his foreskin. She tried to slip her tongue into his peehole. Blue moved to grip her head with both hands. She stopped him. "Not right now, Blue," she said. "I want you to come up to my room, in the big house, later tonight. Real late. OK? I'll leave the door open." Blue was confused. "In de big house?" "Yes." In that instant Jannie remembered something. Her brother Jake might have designs on her pussy tonight, too. Unlike their cousins Annie and Ben, Jake and Janice slept in separate rooms. Jake slept in the loft alone. He had to sneak downstairs to claim his nightly due, then sneak back upstairs before dawn. It wouldn't do for Blue to show up while Jake was being stupefied by Jannie's sexual siren. "Wait," she said. "I'll put a rag on my doorknob. If you see the rag, it's OK to come in. If not, you need to hide in the front room closet until I come for you. OK? And don't make no noise." She slobbed his dick again for good measure, then stood and scurried out. Janice's earlier trepidations proved prescient. Jake did, in fact, sneak downstairs for his nightly due. As with their cousins, there was little planning or preamble to their sex, certainly no kissing or conversation. Jake simply crept into Jannie's room with a big boner. If she was already asleep, he tapped her cheek with his cock to awaken her. Jannie then either sucked him off or fucked him off. Or both. This night she chose the former. "Blue's dick is three times as thick as this," she speculated as Jake roiled his penis in her throat. Jake came in her mouth, then melted into her bed, as per his habit. She lay quietly next to him awaiting his recovery. In twenty minutes he would awaken and have a go at her pussy, she knew. She had a cure for that. Jan needed to have a fresh puss for Blue to soil. Twenty minutes later, Jake awakened abruptly to every young man's dream. His re-hardened cock was deep in his sister's throat. Her freckled face bobbed up and down on it luxuriantly. Evidently, she'd been blowing him for some time. Her saliva bubbled up frothily around his base. It dripped from her lips. Jake was well past plateau. Just as the cognition of time and space returned to the lad, a second orgasmic eruption wracked his body, this one decisive. Jake held the back of Jan's head tightly as he pumped blob after blob of semen into her throat. His hips churned spasmodically. His mouth opened wide in a silent scream of agony. He threw his head back into the cock-induced blindness afforded by a premium knobjob. Before Jake could pass out, Jannie scooped him aloft and walked him out her door and over to the loft ladder. His penis still waggled and spurted. She couldn't carry him up, but she pushed him to climb with a series of strident whispers about the dangers of being caught asleep in her room on the morrow. They'd been down this path before. Jake climbed up mechanically without questioning her motives. Long, wispy contrails of semen drifted down the ladder in his wake. When the trap door closed behind him, Jannie whisked over to the closet and found Blue, as she'd expected. "Hurry!" she whispered. Half dragged, Blue stumbled into her room. "Did you, did you just do de nasty wit' yo' brother?" he asked incredulously. "Don't be silly," she replied. "We were talking about something and he fell asleep. I knew you were coming so I woke him up and sent him off to bed." Blue was not fooled so easily. The scent of semen wafted in the air. A man knows the scent of jism when he smells it, and especially knows when the scent is mixed with spittle and/or pussy froth. Blue began removing his clothing. "Wait, Blue. I asked you here because, because, well, I want to talk to you about something." Blue ignored her. They were going to fuck. He wanted to be sufficiently naked when they did. Besides, they'd never talked before. Why talk now? He didn't even know this cracker bitch. "Blue, last week when we done it, I, I wanted you to know. I, I don't usually do that," Janice opened. Blue thought to himself: "Sho' you don't." What came out of his mouth was: "Yes'm." Jannie continued: "I, I was having some troubles. An', an' I took advantage of you. You ain't did nothin' wrong." Blue thought to himself: "Right." What came out of his mouth was: "Yes'm." "I, I wanted to ask you something, OK?" Blue thought to himself: "Bitch, get to de point." What came out of his mouth was: "Yes'm?" "Blue, is you never heard of 'the blackie taint'?" Blue was genuinely surprised. This opening gambit was certainly unexpected. "De blackie taint?" he asked. "Yes. The blackie taint," she said. "Ain't dat what happens to white womens when dey does de nasty wit' blackies?" "Yes," she affirmed. "Is d'ass what you gots, Miss Janice?" "I, I don't rightly know. I, I think I had it. And then I done it wit' you. An' it went away. So I ain't sure what it is." "It went away? But you want to do de nasty again? 'N get it back?" "I, I, want to do 'de nasty'. With you. Tonight. Because, well, I, I, when I had the blackie taint I could, you know, umm, cum. An' I ain't been able to, cum, since you an' me did it." "Why, Miss Jannie, dat ain't de blackie taint. De blackie taint is when you cain't do but have a blackie's dick up in you. Black girls get de blackie taint, too, sometimes, 'n it most drives 'em crazy. You just did it wit' Massuh Jake, so, " "I told you I ain't did it with Jakie. Don't you dare think I did. I didn't." "Yes'm." He was properly chastened. Jannie began to remove her nightclothes. She softened her tone. "I, I, want you to make me cum, Blue. Like you done the other day." "Yes'm." Jannie lounged back on her bed and opened her lucious crimson bush to him. Blue noted that her pussy didn't look smashed. It looked pristine. Crisp. Inviting. Maybe she hadn't fucked her brother after all. "Miss Janice, if'n you don't mind, I, I wuz hopin' you would, suck, my dick fuh me. First. Like you stotted to do in de cellar. I likes dat." Jannie sat up expectantly. "Bring it here," she said. Blue stepped to her and offered his dick up to her face. It was only partially erect. It flopped about in his fist. He had to squeeze its base to force blood into it. Jannie examined his cock up close. She was continually amazed at his length and girth. "You like gettin' your, dick, sucked?" she asked. "Yes'm. I likes it. A lot." Jannie caressed his cockhead in both hands. "Who else around here has sucked your dick, Blue?" "Oh, a few. A few. Some 'um won't do it cause dey say dey cain't get it in dey mouvs." "I had trouble gettin' it in my mouf, too, Blue." "But you done good to get it as far as you done. Some 'um won't e'em get dat fuh." "It ain't hard as you had it earlier today, Blue. It ain't as big." She took it into her mouth. His sexual musk burned a memory into her olfactory nerves. "Do dat," he said. "'N Keep doin' dat. It'll get dere." Jannie brushed Blue's hands away from the base of his dick. She replaced his hands with her own and squeezed so that his cock ballooned into her face. His pudenda burgeoned forth from it enshrouding foreskin. She could see his urethra quivering like a panting puppy. She offered her tongue to it and, in doing so, tasted a whiff of the semen huff buried deep in his testes, priming for launch. She drew a deeper breath. The aroma of his sex, so close to her nostrils, lit a small, almost imperceptible flame in her genitals. "There it is," she sighed. "Finally! Where've you been?" She began licking his cockhead with feathery flicks and long, lavish laps designed to elicit a hands-free erection. A torrent of blood rushed into his tissues. She could feel it, could actually hear it filling out his erectile cavities. She watched his cock expand and lengthen into the golden beast whose legend had fostered this late night booty call. She released his base. His penis sprang outward magnificently, eschewing all artificial support. Jannie took his cockhead between her lips and French kissed it tenderly, as she might kiss a boyfriend, using her tongue to probe its smooth surfaces, helmet and valleys. Blue roiled his buttocks in small swirlets, returning her French kiss as best he could using his dick, praying that she'd open wider and go just a wee bit further down his shaft. He wanted to feel the heat of her tongue gracing his hypersensitive underpud. Soon enough, Jannie accommodated his wish. Too, she added a twist she'd learned from her cousin Annie. Using her soft lips, she gripped his shaggy foreskin and drew it up over his pud until the excess skin closed almost completely about it. Then, without releasing his shagginess, she pushed his foreskin back again with her lips. This simultaneously drew his cockhead deeper into her mouth. It also provided the desired softly heated friction to his underpud with her tongue. Jannie found that this method of fellatio received the best responses from the men she'd blown. Blue was no exception. His legs began to tremble excitedly. He preened up on his tiptoes to gain further purchase in her mouth. He buried both hands into her crimson tresses and pressed forward, striving to relieve himself in her esophagus. He hadn't been this close to a pre-mature ejaculation in years. Maybe there was something to this white girl after all. Jannie withdrew. "I thought you was goin' to make me cum," she chided him. "I cain't cum if you waste all your juice in my mouf on the first go, Blue." "Don't, stop," he whispered harshly. "Keep, going!" "No, Blue. You're gettin' ready to cum, ain't you? An' then you'll disappear like you done the last time. I looked up an' you was gone. Here, lick my pussy for a bit, an' calm down. Don't worry, I'll suck Mr. Elephant again before it's all over, an' you can shoot it in my mouf, if'n you want. Jist don't cum before I gets mine. OK?" Blue stepped back from her. His dick lunged upward, ready to spout jism into the first warm, wet edifice it encountered. Blue strained to regain his composure. This little ginger girl knew a thing or two about dick sucking, that much was obvious. She lay back on her bed and opened her legs to him. Reluctantly, he leaned forward to examine her puss. He fully expected the scent of another man's dick to greet him, despite the unruffled nature of her pubic mound. He leaned closer and closer. Only the feminine scent of cunt, laced with the faintly acrid odor of urine, rose to his nostrils. This was not a bath day. Blue marveled at the beauty of Jannie's cunt. Her full tuft of tangerine/crimson pubic hair formed a perfect triangle at the juncture of her thighs without sprawling past its angular boundaries. Yet he could see thick curls of pubic hair drifting into her ass, encircling her sphincter and northward, finally disappearing high up in her ass crack. He couldn't see her pussy lips. They were buried at the bottom of this furry jungle. But the rounded shape of her mound told him she was fully blooded, puffy with desire. Too, he noticed an unnatural, furtive movement in the thick forest at the center of her cushiony triangle. Using his index fingers, he pried her fur apart to unveil Jannie's crown jewel, a thumb-sized clitoris, complete with a hooded, bulbous clithead. Blue was taken aback. Jannie's clit resembled a small penis. It waggled anxiously beneath its furry shroud, begging to be sucked. Blue drifted his gaze up to meet Jannie's eyes. By now she was used to the shocked look men get upon first glimpsing her penis-shaped clitoris. It was a look that shrieked, "This bitch is a man!" Unperturbed, Jannie calmly queefed her vaginal scent into his nostrils. She'd learned that the fragrant scent of pussy is the best way to remind men that, while she might have a small dick at the pinnacle of her cleft, there was a vast, desirable chasm at the bottom of it. Jannie's sexual aroma brought Blue back into the moment. Somewhere deep in this forest there was a pussy to be reckoned with. His dick was still rock hard, throbbing for the stickiness. He needed to prime this pussy for entry. What this bitch wanted was a good ass-licking. It certainly wouldn't be the first pissy pussy he'd licked, nosirree bob! Blue probed forward. He flicked his tongue out tentatively. Jannie's clit lunged for it like a stalking spider. When the two organs met Jannie groaned audibly, a deep, soul-wrenching moan redolent of the depth of her arousal. Blue popped his head up in concern. It wouldn't do for her moans to bring a white person running. Silence was the order of the day. Jannie gave him a shushing hand signal to express her understanding of his foreboding. She pointed to her puss and ordered him back in. Blue obeyed. Soon he had the young woman bucking and arching in her bed. She spread her arms wide to grip the edges of her mattress and humped his mouth with a savage, wanton lust that hurtled them both to a soaring plateau. Under Blue's lavish tonguing, Jannie's pussy fire returned with a vengeance. It burned one hole after another into her churning, sweaty abdomen as Blue alternately sucked and licked her bobbing clit. Each time The Burn rose up to consume her, Blue scrambled up and slipped his aching penis into her heaving crimson snatch. Jannie took just a little bit more of his monster cock into her core each time he pried her open, sluicing her frothy cum into him and happily greeting the rampant lust she thought she'd lost. She whispered sibilant obscenities into his ear as his cock drove into her. She kissed him with the exuberant familiarity of a long-time lover, framing his bald head with her hands. "Suck me again, Blue! Lick me one more time!" she insisted breathlessly. Her unusual genital configuration allowed Jannie to experience both masculine and feminine sensations from their sex. Sucking her clit was akin to getting a good blowjob. Jannie could almost feel the fervent rush of her semen as Blue bobbed her clit gently with his thick lips. When his tongue wickered forth and slipped southward into her dripping hole, it drove her wild with desire. If only a regular dick were at once this softly firm and pliable! If only his tongue were as long as his dick, long enough to invade her pussy and tickle her deeper cushy pudding! Oh, to be able to squeeze and suckle his tongue with her full pussy! She humped Blue's mouth in a vain effort to accomplish just this outcome. Jannie achieved five thunderous orgasms before Blue mounted her filled her cunt with his hot, creamy cum. She managed two more before his second eruption. Her blackie taint hadn't abandoned her. It just needed a blackie to set it off. Jannie recalled the advice she'd received from her cousin Abby about lust for black dick: "Your heart's gon' hurt you for a little bit. An' then one mornin' you gon' wake up and say you druther have a stiff, fat black dick up in you than worry about what the biddies at church is sayin' 'bout you." It was true. Her conscience driven doubts had been subsumed, first by the manic burn of the blackie taint, and then by the cooling balm of Blue's lumbering blackie dick. "Okay. I see how it is now, Abby." Jannie finished up her session with Blue by sucking a huge burst of jism from him, just as she'd promised. She sucked him to the edge of paradise, paused briefly for theatrical effect, and then shoved him through the door to bliss with a foot up his ass. Jism rocketed from his cock in waves and slid down her throat, eventually coming to rest in her stomach, where it mixed sociably with her brother's issue. Blue's dick was so far down her throat when he came that Jannie almost choked from the volume of his semen. Soon Blue's ponderous cock waggled uselessly between his thighs, just inches above his knees. Excess semen dripped from his urethra. A cold puddle of his joy juice soaked Jannie's mattress. Little pellets of tapioca dotted the foot-wide wet spot. "Blue, I wanna do this again," she said. "Tonight, Miss Janice?" "No, silly. You gotta get outta here before someone wakes up. I mean another time, right here, if'n you ain't a-feared to come up." "When?" "I'll come get you when I need you." To be continued. By Bardot1990 for Literotica. The Antebellum Pussie Possie: Part 4

The last episode of Hard Knocks felt like a propaganda-filled “thanks for doing this” from HBO to the Giants. The Jets did call the Giants to try and trade up to 6. Who did the Jets want at 6? Probably Malik Nabers or Rome Odunze. Everyone around here deserves a building better than MetLife Stadium.How about a new MSG with a sphere top over the West Side Highway? The Giants have a game-changer at WR for the first time in years. Phil Simms blames Joe Klecko for his bad knees. There are too many busts in the NFL Draft for teams to applaud after every pick. We rewatch the Jets first phone call to Zach Wilson when they drafted him. Jerry is back for an update but first we discuss famous male gymnasts in Team USA's history. Shaun Morash did not take the news of Gerrit Cole being scratched very well. Rickie Ricardo almost slipped up saying Jazz Chisholm's name. Rickie told Suzyn Waldman about his idea to gift Emmanuel Berbari a facial for his birthday. In the final segment of the hour, Gio had a teachable moment yesterday with his daughter and a dying bird. Where did the word “jism” originate?

एक विशेष ईश्वरीय शक्ति प्राप्त एक व्यक्ति की कहानी जिसकी शादी उसी शक्ति से प्रभावित लड़की से होती है और उसी सककती के कारण तलाक़ भी हो जाता है 

Kya Hum Qabar Ya Jannat Main Rooh Ki Form Main Rahein Ge Ya Jism Ki? - by Qibla Syed Sarfraz Ahmad Shah Sahabکیا ہم قبر یا جنت میں روح کی شکل میں رہیں گے یا جسم کی؟ - قبلہ سید سرفراز احمد شاہ صاحبWatch over 2000+ video library of Syed Sarfraz Ahmad Shah Sahab

Insaani Jism Main Zameer Ki Itni Ahmiyat Kyun Hai? - by Qibla Syed Sarfraz Ahmad Shah Sahabانسانی زندگی میں ضمیر کی اتنی اہمیت کیوں ہے؟ - قبلہ سید سرفراز احمد شاہ صاحب‎Follow Syed Sarfraz Ahmad Shah (Official) channel on WhatsApp

Lietuvių kurta skulptūra „Portalas“, prieš kelerius metus sujungusi Vilniaus ir Liublino miestus, dabar, atrodo, populiarėja visame pasaulyje. Gegužės 8 d. interaktyvi skulptūra sujungė Niujorką ir Dubliną bei tapo dideliu traukos centru. Tiesa, dėl netinkamo elgesio šiuo metu ji neprieinama. Kaip mokslininkai kūrė šią technologiją?Būdama 31 metų, palikusi įsibėgėjančią karjerą ir mėgstamas veiklas, knygos autorė Raminta Bekešiūtė išėjo atiduoti duoklės Tėvynei. Devynis mėnesius kaip savanorė atliko nuolatinę privalomąją pradinę karo tarnybą Pulkininko Juozo Vitkaus inžinerijos batalione. Savo džiaugsmus ir nuoskaudas, patirtis ir baimes sudėjo į dienoraštį, o vėliau ir į knygą.Kokius namų darbus reikia padaryti prieš atostogas ir kodėl verta skaityti kelionių sutartis?Nuo žemės ūkio iki biotechnologijų – tokį kelią nuėjo Aurelija ir Tomas Varnai. Jism pradėjus auginti gurmaniškus grybus, kilo sunkumų juos parduodant. Šeima rado sprendimą – ėmėsi funkcinių grybų maisto papildų gamybos. Tikisi, kad jais sudomins ir kitų šalių pirkėjus.

In this Explosive Podcast, Dr. Tahira Kazmi discusses the challenges and issues faced by women in Pakistan. The cycle of a woman's life, societal perceptions of women as sexual objects, and raising voices against rape and abuse. The conversation also touches on forced marriage and the importance of empowering women.

Achay Amaal Insaani Jism Ko Kaise Affect Karte Hain? - by Qibla Syed Sarfraz Ahmad Shah Sahabاچھے اعمال انسانی جسم کو کیسے متاثر کرتے ہیں؟ - قبلہ سید سرفراز احمد شاہ صاحب‎Follow Syed Sarfraz Ahmad Shah (Official) channel on WhatsApp

Halat e Nazaa Aur Jism Se Rooh Nikalne Ka Amal - by Qibla Syed Sarfraz Ahmad Shah Sahabحالت نزاع اور جسم سے روح کے نکلنے کا عمل - قبلہ سید سرفراز احمد شاہ صاحب‎Follow Syed Sarfraz Ahmad Shah (Official) channel on WhatsApp

Kya Har Rooh Ka Aik Jism Hota Hai? - by Qibla Syed Sarfraz Ahmad Shah Sahabکیا ہر روح کا ایک جسم ہوتا ہے؟قبلہ سید سرفراز احمد شاہ صاحب – Subscribe to Syed Sarfraz Ahmad Shah Official YouTube Channel ▶️ https://www.youtube.com/@syed-sarfraz-a-shah-official/?sub_confirmation=1Excerpt from Kahay Faqeer Book - Chapter 6- Page 54Read the full chapter here

Insani Jism Time and Space Say Beyond Hai? by Syed Sarfraz Shah

Book 02 Faqeer Rung - Session 23 - Jism Insani Par Rohani Bimarion Ke Asraat

Book 01 Kahay Faqeer - Session 20 - Jism Misali Se Wazaif Ki Muwafiqat Kyun Zaroori

oin us as we delve into the critical questions that have been pondered by theologians and scholars throughout history. In this podcast, we explore topics such as the argument between Allah and Iblis, performing sajda to someone other than Allah, and the interplay between Ruh, Jism, Nafs, and the role of Shaitan. We must reflect on these questions and seek to deepen our understanding of our faith to better comprehend the nature of Allah's tests and the interplay between the spiritual and physical world. Let us strive towards spiritual growth and enlightenment by exploring these questions and seeking the knowledge necessary to deepen our faith. Tune in now to expand your knowledge and understanding of Islam.

Dil se dil ki baaate

Urdu Ghazal by Ghulam Hussain Sajid Narrator: Raheel Farooq جسم کی خوشبو الگ ہے عطر کی خوشبو الگ غلام حسین ساجدؔ کی اردو غزل تحت اللفظ: راحیلؔ فاروق Links: Urdu Podcast YouTube.com/@Urdu Patreon.com/Urdu Keywords: لہجہ - ادب - شاعری - Adab - Shayari

Auraten chimes in on the conversation around the Roe v. Wade discussion that's all over the news after Justice Alito's draft opinion leak. Should women have bodily autonomy?    Disclaimer: the artwork used as the episode artwork does not belong to us. We borrowed it from the Aurat March 2019 placards to make a point. The struggle for equality around the world is the same for women - the injustices are different. 

14.Jismani Sehhat - Jism, Libas Awr Mahawl Ki Safai

We're all tired, Cory messed up his sleep schedule for the DOTA 2 International, Welcome Back Everybody, clicking is hard, minority report hand gesture UIs, Mission Impossible delayed, the new Bond movie, Cory watched Squid Game, congratulations Papa Jak, Tom's fight at a sushi restaurant story, people are going crazy, Tom's crazy/high person story, medical specialization, Jism the Movie, chatter about lame horror movies, the Dobson-ing Revisited, the Twitch hack, Tik Tok couple update, streaming isn't really for us, poop transplants, poop donors, Sam gasses out a gym, Cory is a Kwik Trip regular, how to make a "tasteful" zombie holocaust movie, talkin' Dick (Moby Dick that is), luck and success, Walking Dead is STILL going, Crust in the Wind - Shinedown Edition, a slight aside to bash Maroon 5, talking Warhammer 40K, what did we learn today?

Tugas menghafalkan nama anggota badan dalam bahasa Arab. Dengan irama lagu indung-indung, liriknya diganti. Ayu jadi mudah dalam menghafalkannya.

This is a great bayan of Dr. Israr Ahmed which expose the agenda behind Mera Jism Meri Marzi. Thanks for listening to this Podcast.

Recorded in Mumbai, 2018 this TV interview was first shown on Rajya Sabha TV. Irfan talking to the actor Ranvir Shorey in the longest running celebrity talk show Guftagoo Ranvir Shorey Ranvir Shorey (Born 18 Aug) is an Indian actor and former VJ. He has starred in a number of high-profile films such as Jism (2003) and Lakshya (2004). He has also starred in the critically acclaimed films such as Traffic Signal, Bheja Fry (2007) and the critical and commercial hit Mithya (2008) About Guftagoo Guftagoo (Conversations) is India's only uninterrupted, unscripted and unhurried celebrity talk show. Running since 2011 the show has a rich repository of 400+ TV shows varying from 30 to 160 minutes. It's a unique show interviewing distinguished personalities from various fields of arts and culture. The celebrated anchor Syed Mohd Irfan is host of the show whose distinctive style of conversation forms the essence of the show allowing guests to express their raw emotions. The in-depth interviews provide the viewers an intimate look in the inner worlds of the guests invited to the show. It helps them understand the guest`s life experiences, emotional conflicts, inspirations and struggles that brought out the artist in them and shaped the way they perceive the world. This documentation of the life journeys of various artists, also serves as a popular audio-visual archive for anthropological studies. Earlier aired on Rajya Sabha TV for a decade by the name of Guftagoo, show presented to its viewers, the journeys of personalities from various fields, such as Tom Alter, Gulzar, Javed Akhtar, Irrfan Khan, Jaya Bachchan,Naseeruddin Shah, John Abraham, Jackie Shroff, Nandita Sen, Nawazuddin Siddiqui, Milkha Singh, and Shyam Benegal to name a few. Stay tuned. Audio bounce of a TV interview. The entire Guftagoo playlist on YouTube Link Image Courtesy Irfan's Archive --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/sm-irfan/message

Written by :- Faiz Ahmed. Recited by :- Faiz Ahmed. Record and presented by:- Alfaz e Qalb. Search Alfaz e Qalb on YouTube.

The final final episode is here. Final editions of WWBD and Insert a Bear, plus an all-encompassing Ultimate Thunderdorm that will make your heart sing. Stay tuned in the coming weeks for info on the new Bastard Quest podcast!

Nashy Waly Chezain Insani Jism ko Kesy Nuqsan Phnchati Hain? | 26 June 2021 | Subh E Noor

PattoN Ka Hai Jism - Lyrics & Translation Lyrics  PattoN ka hai jism janam, bheeg janedo  Paata jhora bristi bolo keno enechho  Jekhane jai ei brishti taraa kore  Dine raate se paraa chhara kore  TobuO roj bheeje bheeje jai  Ke jane ki je , ki je chai  Jole neme to sob e jenechho  Ek din jodi sobie, sobie jodi hoto  Dheu keu bole ekhon,duniyata ki chhoto  Ghum bhenge jaabe jani, jodi jege otho  Tai tup tap ghum  Ei du chokhe Gumshum  Prithibita muthoy niye dekho  Dure takao kachhe thako ekhon  Na bole chole jeona  Pothe neme je sondhey menechho পত্তত্তোণ কা হ্যায় জিসম জানম, ভীগ জানেদো  পাতা ঝরা বৃষ্টি বলো কেনো এনেছো  যেখানে যাই এই বৃষ্টি তারা করে  দিনে রাতে সে পাড়া ছাড়া করে  তবুও রোজ ভীজে ভীজে যাই  কে জানে কি যে , কি যে চাই  জলে নেমে তো সব এ জেনেছো  এক দিন যদি সবিএ, সবিএ যদি হতো  ঢেউ কেউ বলে এখন,দুনিয়াটা কি ছোট  ঘুম ভেঙ্গে যাবে জানি, যদি জেগে ওঠো  তাই টুপ টাপ ঘুম  এই দু চোখে গুমসুম  পৃথিবীটা মুঠোয় নিয়ে দেখো  দূরে থাকো কাছে থাকো এখন  না বলে চলে যেওনা  পথে নেমে যে সন্ধেয় মেনেছো Translation Body of mine is of leaves darling, let me drench.  Rains like falling leaves, tell me why did you entrench?  Wherever I go these rains haunt me.  Often they drive me out from locality.  Still I drench while I am on my move What I desire, I know not why?  You now know all as waters you too intrench.  If one day everything, all could happen.  The world is too small, waves wouldn't complain.  Your sleep will be severe if you now awaken.  So drip drop swoon.  In these eyes oblivion.  Hold the world in your palms and see.  See far but stay near me.  Don't leave without informing-  Taking to paths dusk why you blench?  Rains like falling leaves, tell me why did you entrench?  Body of mine is of leaves darling, let me drench.  --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/mousumi-dawn/message

Yashasvi and Karan record the final episode of Bad and Bollywood - Ep 69 (Nice) Listen to the first ten minutes to hear us saying goodbye to what has truly been the only thing thats been constant in a hellish year and a half. Thank you to everyone that's listened and supported us or been on an episode.

Mera Jism Meri Marzi Ki Asal Haqeeqat | 15 March 2021 | Subh E Noor

Multiple times National award-winning singer Shreya Ghoshal talks about her glorious musical journey, her learning & her creative discipline.   From her award-winning Bollywood debut in Bhansali’s 'Devdas' to ‘Padmaavat’, from ‘Jism’ to ‘Jab We Met’, her versatility is remarkable. Host Eva Bhatt also asks her about her constant endeavor to highlight the beauty of Indian classical music, in her songs, her ability to maintain her individual identity in a highly competitive industry & her quality to remain humble, despite all the success & recognition. Listen to the ‘Queen of melodies’, as she talks about her latest single with her brother Soumyadeep Ghoshal, ‘Angana Morey’, an intense yet intricate electronic pop meets Indian classical raaga-based 'bandish'. This episode is a must-listen for all aspiring singers!  Music Label courtesy:  Eros Now Music - 'Bairi Piya' T-Series - 'Mere Dholna' Shreya Ghoshal - 'Angana Morey'    Subscribe to the free podcast on EPLOG.MEDIA, the website & enjoy new episodes, every week, on all leading audio streaming platforms.  Write to the host - at eva.bhatt@9xmedia.in or Follow her on Instagram  @evabhattpodcast Facebook: 9XM.in  Twitter: @9XMHaqse  Instagram: 9XMIndia You can follow us and leave us feedback on Facebook, Instagram, and Twitter @eplogmedia, For partnerships/queries send you can send us an email at bonjour@eplog.media. If you like this show, please subscribe and leave us a review wherever you get your podcasts, so other people can find us. You can also find us on https://www.eplog.media DISCLAIMER: All “statements, comments, ideas, views, opinions and/or any other content(s) expressed and/or contained in this podcast and its content herein” (“content(s)”) presented by the host/anchor and/or guest(s), are of their own and are meant to be for entertainment purposes only, it is expressly stated herein that none of the said views/ content(s) are meant to be in any way of advisory nature and/or intended to hurt the sentiments of any persons living and/or dead, locales and/or otherwise . “9X Media Pvt. Ltd.” (“Company”) does not necessarily subscribe and/ or endorse and/or take responsibility of any nature whatsoever for the said views/ content(s) including but not limited to constitutional responsibility for the same. Further the Company does not suggest, warrant and/or make any representations regarding the use, interpretations and/or results of the use of the said views/ content(s) by any third party. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

We are uploading a short story written by Akhtar Hussain Raipuri in Tasneef Haidar's voice.

Music is Villa Jolina by Trio Particular.

Jism

Talking to a proud Pakistani American 'Sofia'. She is supporting women in Pakistan with her music and brave mindset.

En Jazz Lo Sé Episodio 5, New Orleans parte 3 completamos nuestra recorrida por la cuna del jazz. Desde las "marching bands" llegamos a Kid Ory, artífice del "tailgate trombone" y recorremos su carrera en detalle. Nos detenemos en las orquestas blancas, Original Dixieland Jazz Band (la primera orquesta que grabó jazz, en 1917) y los New Orleans Rhythm Kings. Jass, Jism, Jazz: los orígenes de la palabra jazz, que ya aparece en un diario de San Francisco, escrita "jass" en 1913. Dixieland versus jazz negro de New Orleans, similitudes y diferencias. Y un final de calidad: Sidney Bechet, el creole que con su clarinete y saxo soprano rivalizó en sonoridad con el gran Satchmo. No se olviden de visitar el website y enviarnos sus comentarios! http://jazzlose.libsyn.com    

There is a lot of useless debate going on about Aurat march. This is my take on this new fuss.

Brought to you by Naked Brewing, the gang talks about Public Enemy, the Phillies in spring training, Spike Lee, and the Flyers hot streak. SSCS and Jukebox segments take place as well as a conversation if Tom Brady will leave the Patriots. 

This week, Miss Marilyn tells you all about Margaret Love Howatt - the infamous so-called dolphin shagger - and discusses the thought process that got her from Dolphin House to why JK Rowling really missed a trick by not getting Hazza P to wank anyone off. Also featured in this episode is a discussion surrounding the shame around a negatively portrayed fetish within the scene, and how we can't blame ourselves for what our cocks get hard to!

Noirvember 2019 wraps up with Billy Wilder's Double Indemnity (1944). With a screenplay co-written by Wilder and Raymond Chandler and based on a story by James M. Cain, the film is one of the seminal works of film noir. It stars Fred MacMurray as fast-talking Walter Neff, an insurance agent who gets played for a dope by a dame. The dame in question, Phyllis Dietrichsen, is played by the one and only Barbara Stanwyk. The two cook up an insurance scam to pay off big after they bump off her husband.Keith Gordon and Kat Ellinger join Mike to discuss Double Indemnity, it's 1973 remake, the adult adaptation Eruption (1977), Body Heat (1981), and the Body Heat/Double Indemnity mash-up, Jism (2003).Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Noirvember 2019 wraps up with Billy Wilder's Double Indemnity (1944). With a screenplay co-written by Wilder and Raymond Chandler and based on a story by James M. Cain, the film is one of the seminal works of film noir. It stars Fred MacMurray as fast-talking Walter Neff, an insurance agent who gets played for a dope by a dame. The dame in question, Phyllis Dietrichsen, is played by the one and only Barbara Stanwyk. The two cook up an insurance scam to pay off big after they bump off her husband. Keith Gordon and Kat Ellinger join Mike to discuss Double Indemnity, it's 1973 remake, the adult adaptation Eruption (1977), Body Heat (1981), and the Body Heat/Double Indemnity mash-up, Jism (2003).

Noirvember 2019 wraps up with Billy Wilder's Double Indemnity (1944). With a screenplay co-written by Wilder and Raymond Chandler and based on a story by James M. Cain, the film is one of the seminal works of film noir. It stars Fred MacMurray as fast-talking Walter Neff, an insurance agent who gets played for a dope by a dame. The dame in question, Phyllis Dietrichsen, is played by the one and only Barbara Stanwyk. The two cook up an insurance scam to pay off big after they bump off her husband. Keith Gordon and Kat Ellinger join Mike to discuss Double Indemnity, it's 1973 remake, the adult adaptation Eruption (1977), Body Heat (1981), and the Body Heat/Double Indemnity mash-up, Jism (2003).

Amanda is nearly dead from exhaustion, Rissy has been reading some weird-ass Penanggalan erotica, and Blythe defends A Quiet Place. They wrap up by discussing whether or not they would deuce out in an apocalypse during the Dork Pride Chat. 

The latest edition of the podcast which asks: if the Thompson Twins made you a sandwich, would you want to eat it? It’s Christmas Time, Pop-Crazed Youngsters, but there’s no need to be afraid – because we’re a full year away from any Band Aid rubbishness. It’s the last episode of The Pops before Xmas of 1983, and the studio is festooned with balloons and party hats, making it just like every other episode that year. And what a line-up – sneered at by John Peel and jollied along by Kid Jensen – it isn’t! Musicwise, this is the mankiest Selection Box of teeth-loosening dessicated cat shit we’ve come across in a long while. Out go the Synth-mentalists of a few years ago, and in come in bare-footed, frizz-haired Serious Musicians. Terry and Arfur pop up to flog one of the crappiest Christmas songs ever, a Breakfast TV puppet with johnnies for ears defiles hip-hop, and Paul McCartney has a war with himself. On the plus side, Billy Joel goes back 20 years to leer at some girls having a pyjama party, Slade go back ten years and ignore a couple of Zoo Wankers, and Culture Club put a full orchestra in serious danger.  And the No.1 is properly right-on. Neil Kulkarni and Simon Price join Al Needham for this one, and have a good stare through the window of late 1983 like Dickensian urchins, breaking off to discuss such important matters as sex education videos of the 80s, running into Mrs McCluskey in a charity shop, asking lead singers how to get to Wales while they’re nobbing someone up against a tour bus, and the curse of Sta-Prest Fanny. With all the swearing you could ever want.    See acast.com/privacy for privacy and opt-out information.

In which Piers finally learns how to pronounce "neologism," and Erik learns what a "life pro-tip" is about ten years too late.

Hi everyone, here's a bonus episode for this week. We were invited to be on a panel talking about movie podcasting in our hometown of Edmonton! Show notes: Northwestfest (http://northwestfest.ca), the latest incarnation of the longest-running documentary film festival in Canada, invited us on to talk about the world of movie podcasts. Paul Matwychuk (@myelbow), Erin's co-host on Trash, Art and the Movies, who you'll remember from Episode 23 on DEVDAS and DEV.D (https://audioboom.com/posts/4821508-episode-23-devdas-vs-dev-d-with-paul-matwychuk) hosted the panel, and J.P. Fournier of The Movie Jerks (@moviejerks) also spoke with us. He was on our now-legendary episode on the JISM films (https://audioboom.com/posts/5013228-episode-26-a-double-dose-of-jism-with-the-movie-jerks) with his co-host Shawn Gramiak. Topics we spoke on included the shift from traditional criticism to podcasting, broadcasting Edmonton out to the world, how to start a podcast and do research, and more! #Edmonton #Canada #podcast #podcasting #Bollywood #Bollywoodpodcast #BollywoodisforLovers #TheMovieJerks #TrashArtandtheMovies

In this episode, we read Seduced by the Angel (Divine Fornication I--An Erotic Story of Angels, Vampires and Werewolves (Divine Fornication series Book 1) by Aimélie Aames. It's a nice little pamphlet about the medical cure for blindness and how annoying smoke breaks are for hospital workers. Oh wait, it's actually three page chunks of other books the author wants us to buy! Anyway, it's not the worst thing, but it's also not exactly a good thing either. Join us for a fun discussion of angels and sex and whatever else we think about! Also Sadchat - tm tm tm tm tm. Twitter: @td3somepodcast Facebook: facebook.com/td3somepodcast Email: thedevilsthreesomepodcast@gmail.com See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

We welcome fellow Edmonton podcasters and funny people The Movie Jerks (http://www.themoviejerks.ca/) on to discuss Jism and Jism 2. Show Notes: Welcome to The Movie Jerks and our lost collaboration episode Aśoka (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/A%C5%9Boka_(film)) and Saawariya (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saawariya) Liking movies that flop Shawn Gramiak’s desire to be beat up by Salman Khan How Bollywood challenges western perceptions of quality cinema Cinematography, colour, and travelogues Jism (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jism_(2003_film)) (remake of Body Heat (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Body_Heat), which is itself a remake of Double Indemnity (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Double_Indemnity_(film)) John Abraham (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Abraham_(actor)) and Bipasha Basu (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bipasha_Basu) Channel 4 poll of the 100 sexiest film scenes (http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/entertainment/bollywood/news-interviews/Jism-among-hottest-in-UK-poll/articleshow/362453.cms?referral=PM) Sexual tension (https://youtu.be/wK4fHX9K6Q4) (INTERVAL (“Maula (https://youtu.be/yqiNOCfn-wU)” from Jism 2) · Jism 2 (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jism_2) · Arunoday Singh (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arunoday_Singh) · Unreliable subtitles · Sunny Leone’s (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sunny_Leone) debut · The Jism cinematic universe and thematic sequels · Objectification of the female body · Chemistry between Randeep Hooda (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Randeep_Hooda) and Leone (https://youtu.be/FzjRz4ijgCM) · Beeba Boys (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Beeba_Boys) NEXT TIME: For our first anniversary we’re looking at one of the most iconic and acclaimed Bollywood films of all time, Lagaan Find us on iTunes (https://itunes.apple.com/ca/podcast/bollywood-is-for-lovers/id1036988030?mt=2)! and Stitcher (http://www.stitcher.com/podcast/bollywood-is-for-lovers)! and audioBoom (https://audioboom.com/channel/bollywood-is-for-lovers)! Follow us on Twitter (https://twitter.com/BollywoodPod)! Like us on Facebook (https://www.facebook.com/BollywoodIsForLovers)! #Jism #JohnAbraham #BipashaBasu #Jism2 #SunnyLeone #RandeepHooda #Arunoday Singh #Bollywood #Bollywoodpodcast #BollywoodisforLovers

We discuss Bollywood’s next leading man, heartthrob Varun Dhawan and three films that showcase his exceptional range. Show Notes: · Varun Dhawan (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Varun_Dhawan), is he a dreamboat or a heartthrob? · Is there Bollywood Dirty Dancing (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dirty_Dancing)? (Apparently Pooja Bhatt’s Holiday (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Holiday_(2006_film)) is a remake of DD) · Nepotism in Bollywood Student of The Year (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Student_of_the_Year) (listen to us discuss it here: https://audioboom.com/boos/4467740-episode-4-bollywood-the-next-generation?t=0), Humpty Sharma Ki Dulhania (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Humpty_Sharma_Ki_Dulhania) (which we discuss here: https://audioboom.com/boos/4467733-episode-12-bollywood-s-sweetheart-alia-bhatt?t=0), and Dilwale (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dilwale_(2015_film)) (here: https://audioboom.com/boos/4467734-episode-9-dilwale-bajirao-mastani-with-juliet-franklin?t=0) As an intertextual (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Intertextuality) star · Main Tera Hero (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Main_Tera_Hero) · The plot doesn’t matter · Songs: “Besharmi Ki Height (https://youtu.be/IFYJNLZT_B0)” “Galat Baat Hai (https://youtu.be/coQ95u7w_18)” · Four colour comics (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Four_Color) · His bulge (https://www.buzzfeed.com/andreborges/people-really-think-that-varun-dhawan-has-a-boner-in-this-in?utm_term=.pi611j1wXj#.prORR5ROM5) (INTERVAL (“Palat Tera Hero Idhar Hai (https://youtu.be/9vkcYxbGdTE)” from Main Ter Hero) · Badlapur (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Badlapur_(film)) · Erin forgot she had seen this film before · A bleak noir (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Film_noir) · A transformative performance · The Nawazuddin Siddiqui Memorial Award for Enduring Police Brutality · Credits song: “Jee Karda (https://youtu.be/VAJK04HOLd0)” · Kuleshov effect (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kuleshov_effect) · The title’s double meaning · Consumed by grief and revenge · Dishoom (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dishoom) · A fictional Arabian rogue nation · Buddy cop dynamics and action · The credits song, “Jaaneman Aah (https://youtu.be/w_M_9T-_qM0)” and the opening title song, “Toh Dishoom (https://youtu.be/OCZTqrm2QJA)” · The Arabian club banger: “Sau Tarah Ke (https://youtu.be/PIyf0hMc498)” NEXT TIME: We are joined by The Movie Jerks (http://www.themoviejerks.ca/) to discuss the unfortunately titled Jism and Jism 2 Find us on iTunes (https://itunes.apple.com/ca/podcast/bollywood-is-for-lovers/id1036988030?mt=2)! and Stitcher (http://www.stitcher.com/podcast/bollywood-is-for-lovers)! and audioBoom (https://audioboom.com/channel/bollywood-is-for-lovers)! Follow us on Twitter (https://twitter.com/BollywoodPod)! Like us on Facebook (https://www.facebook.com/BollywoodIsForLovers/)! #VarunDhawan #MainTeraHero #NargisFakhri #IleanaDCruz #Badlapur #NawazuddinSiddiqui #HumaQureshi #Dishoom #JohnAbraham #JacquelineFernandez #SaqibSaleem #AkshayeKhanna #Bollywood #BollywoodPodcast #BollywoodIsForLovers

The Basterds are back from Xmas break! Join them and special guest Levi Travis as they throw 16 iconic Xmas characters into the Thunderdorm and force them to fight to the death using randomly drawn New Years resolutions. Its the gift that keeps on giving!

Logan has his first experience with JISM, the Jansen Improv Sound Machine,(made up of Nathan Jansen, Ben McFadden, and Mike Marunowski) at What's Behind Door Number 3, The Double Door's solely free comedy show every Tuesday at 7pm.

Jism 2 (2012) Izna, a porn star, is given a task by IB Officer Ayaan Thakur to get hold of her ex-lover Kabir, who is now a gangster. But will Kabir accept Izna back into his life?

Jism 2 (2012) Izna, a porn star, is given a task by IB Officer Ayaan Thakur to get hold of her ex-lover Kabir, who is now a gangster. But will Kabir accept Izna back into his life?

April 29, 2007 at 11:38 PM The MAP is back and the Kids got a new computer. Its a super late edition of the show. We talk about Katie from the bar, the potential lingerie party with hot chicks, how damn stupid it is to wear the same color shirt at a b-ball game and hating dikes.