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Cecily Wilborn, an Arkansas native and Full Sail University Music Production graduate, has quickly risen in the music scene with her self-produced hit single "Southern Man," which garnered over 4 million streams worldwide in its first year. As an independent artist under JayWil Entertainment, Cecily has performed alongside notable artists like King George and West Love, captivating audiences at venues such as BB King's in Memphis, the Essence Festival, The Apollo, and the FedEx Forum. Her music is a unique blend of Blues, RnB, Country, Pop, Gospel, and Southern influences, reflecting her roots and versatility. Cecily recently released her new album, *Kuntry Gurl Playlist,* featuring tracks like "Party" and "Red Cup Blues," in partnership with OneRPM. Growing up in the small town of Marianna, Arkansas, with a population of about 3,500, Cecily, a Preacher's Kid, comes from a musically gifted family. In this episode, she shares the challenges of navigating the music industry, particularly working with her husband as her manager, and reflects on the personal and professional shifts she has faced, including the loss of her brother Cecil during the launch of her new album. Enjoy the soulful sounds and stories of Cecily Wilborn.

Cecily Wilborn, an Arkansas native and Full Sail University Music Production graduate, has quickly risen in the music scene with her self-produced hit single "Southern Man," which garnered over 4 million streams worldwide in its first year. As an independent artist under JayWil Entertainment, Cecily has performed alongside notable artists like King George and West Love, captivating audiences at venues such as BB King's in Memphis, the Essence Festival, The Apollo, and the FedEx Forum. Her music is a unique blend of Blues, RnB, Country, Pop, Gospel, and Southern influences, reflecting her roots and versatility. Cecily recently released her new album, *Kuntry Gurl Playlist,* featuring tracks like "Party" and "Red Cup Blues," in partnership with OneRPM. Growing up in the small town of Marianna, Arkansas, with a population of about 3,500, Cecily, a Preacher's Kid, comes from a musically gifted family. In this episode, she shares the challenges of navigating the music industry, particularly working with her husband as her manager, and reflects on the personal and professional shifts she has faced, including the loss of her brother Cecil during the launch of her new album. Enjoy the soulful sounds and stories of Cecily Wilborn.

Slim, Kuntry, & Mr. Webb

Slim, Kuntry & Mr. Webb

Village reunion turns steamy, fueled by erotic river sighting. by Kuntry yute. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories. The rain burst out of nowhere, as it usually does. One minute the afternoon was bright and sunny, then the sun just disappeared behind a big dark cloud and the rain cut loose. No one was in the house but me, with Mama off to see her church sister. The rain was heavy. You could see it in the fat drops and the fast-moving muddy streams that turned the yard into a small riverbed. But the best part for me was the pounding on the zinc roof, as if the rain was playing a whole heap of kette drums at the same time. The wind picked up at times, lashing the large banana leaves into a crazy dance, like big, awkward hands flapping to the heavy rain drops. I watched and listened, content inside the warm, dry house. It was a good mood, like I could roll with the energy and rhythm and dance to my heart's content, or get a sheet and curl up in the big couch, to just rest or doze off.I had something else in mind though, and the first real buzz of anticipation and excitement coursed through my body, leaving me tingling and warming up all over, especially down in my belly bottom and my nipples. The sensation cooled off a bit as I thought about Mama coming home sooner than expected. She had almost caught me once, and I was saved only by the fact that she had left her keys and had to call me to open the door. She had her keys now, and the rain would mask any sound of her approach. But I wasn't going to be denied. This moment was too good to waste. The living room had a big window that looked out on the yard and provided a full view of anyone approaching, as long as the curtain was not fully drawn. I could enjoy the comfort of the love seat and keep an eye out for Mama; all I needed to do was turn it around to face the yard. I easily flipped the couch around, nervous excitement overtaking my senses and body as I imagined the delights just seconds away. I quickly washed my hands in the bathroom, pulled a couple items from my drawer and hustled back to the living room. I started opening the curtains and recoiled in shock and irritation. Someone – looks like a man - was out there in the rain, splashing up on the verandah and depositing a rickety black umbrella in a corner before knocking on the door. The umbrella was useless, on account of all the water he was busy brushing off his arms and legs. I stashed my items under the couch seat and opened the door, intent on quickly dealing with him and getting to my pleasure. “Hi Cherry” he greeted after a slight pause, surprised uncertainty in his eyes as he brushed a few droplets from his face. I figured he was expecting to see Mama instead of me. “Tony, right?” I responded with a smile. “Yes,” he said, grinning suddenly at me from his rain-wet face. My irritation was dissolving rapidly as I looked him over. I had glimpsed him three nights ago, the first time since he had left for university two years ago. Many people didn't go to university from this village, and people talked about him a lot, including his mother who couldn't stop boasting about her bright son. It was annoying, especially for someone like me that didn't make it to university. I wasn't annoyed now though. He was short and stocky when we were kids. He wasn't tall now, just medium height, about two inches taller than my five foot eight. The stocky look was still there, but more athletic, like he was a sprinter or one of those American football players. As a boy his father used to give him bad haircuts, and it worsened the look of his face which was already ordinary with the flat nose and large, almost bulging eyes. Nobody would call him handsome now, but he had grown up well, sporting a clean shaved head, with eyes that were sharp and intelligent looking, and a face that was strong and hard, like a thick chunk of cured pimento wood. His eyes moved quickly, up and down, just as I had done. But it was open and forward, the type of look that said he was not afraid to show his hand. He wanted me to know he was seeing me as a woman, a woman that grabbed his interest, and he wanted me to react to that interest. I was interested in him for real, no doubt about it. I had felt it when I saw him last Friday, that flash of sexual curiosity, seeing him all sexy and relaxed. He had looked at me quickly, followed by a smile of recognition and a polite greeting. I smiled back, blushing and hoping he hadn't seen the interest in my eyes. Now I grinned to myself, thinking how smooth he was then in the public place, acting all polite and decent, when he was clearly interested and just biding his time. There was a prickling on my skin, leaving goosebumps on my arms and my nipples felt like someone was giving them little electric shocks. My pumpum twitched suddenly with pleasure, a sweet, achy pleasure. I was shocked at the reaction in my body and suddenly my thighs squeezed together, as if to keep the feelings trapped down there and not affecting the rest of me, for fear he could see his effect on me. He was like a godsend, appearing as if by miracle, just when I was in the mood to frig myself with the weather and Mama cooperating so well. But with some effort I reined in the feelings. There was desire in his eyes, but I couldn't assume he was planning to do anything about it right now. “You here to see Mama?” I asked. “Yeah,” he said, after a little hesitation. “My Mama asked me to drop off this partner money, and I couldn't pass up the chance to see you.” “I see you develop some sweet tongue,” I said saucily but I am sure he could tell I was flattered by his words. “Sweet tongue yes, but truth too,” he said boldly, eyes lively with daring. “Well, it's good to see you too,” I said, giving him a little something in return, although I was warming up to him much faster than my words would indicate. He held out his hand, offering an envelope that bulged slightly with the contents. “I'll give it to her,” I said, taking the envelope. He stood there for a moment, eyes thoughtful, looking me over. I watched him, imagining the wheels turning in his head, figuring out how he should proceed. I waited, realizing belatedly with a touch of embarrassment that my lips were parted in anticipation of his next move. “You want to dry those clothes?” I asked suddenly, surprising myself with the question. “Could give you time for the rain to ease off and you can tell me about life in Kingston.” He looked at me sharply, surprise on his face. He looked down at his body with a frown, no doubt seeing and feeling the wetness in his shirt and pants. He looked at me, eyes steady, thinking it over. “Ok,” he said with a shrug and smile. “Do you have something for me to put on or am I supposed to wait naked?” “Not a bad idea,” I laughed back at him, knowing he was seeing the devilry in my eyes. “Don't worry though, I'll get you some of Papa's clothes. He doesn't need them anymore.” I found a clean set of pants and shirt that looked close enough for his size. It was far from perfect though, because he was shorter and more muscular than Papa. The shirt was tight across his chest and arms and the pants were snug in the butt and crotch. He looked funny and sexy at the same time. He went and sat in my couch, making himself comfortable while I draped his wet clothes on the warm grate behind the fridge. We talked for a bit, catching up on each other's life over the past two years. I felt jealous, because he seemed to be doing so much and here I was wasting away in the dead-end village. He surprised me though, by praising what I was doing. “Honey is a big deal,” he said, a little frown on his face. “You just need to scale up and get connected to the right distribution channels.” I didn't go to university, but I was always learning shit from free college courses and podcasts when the internet complied, so I knew what he was talking about. “Scale up needs money and time, and that's time I have to put in my regular job.” “Let me think about it,” he replied, then leaned back in the couch with a strange smile on his face. “I see you still go to the river?” “What?” I asked, frowning at him. I was perplexed as to why he would ask about the river. “Those days were exciting even with the hard work,” he said with a longing look on his face. “Remember how we all used to play after the wash? Hide and seek, catch crawfish, eat guineps till we couldn't walk properly…” “Oh boy,” I smiled, remembering. “Those were the good old days. Kids nowadays just want to play video games. No love for nature. We don't even wash clothes down there anymore. That life pretty much done.” “Yet you were there yesterday,” he said quietly, his eyes still on my face. “You were at the river?” I asked him, a nervous type of anxiousness spreading slowly through my belly. He nodded silently, watching me. It might not be too bad, I thought to myself. Maybe he saw me going down or coming up, not necessarily in the river itself. But his next words shattered my flimsy hope. “That big pool with the mango tree over it. I was heading for it, but just as I was about to climb down the bank, I saw you. I immediately thought of leaving but I just stood there, as if I had no power to move. I'm sorry for snooping on you but it was as if you hooked me right there, and the more I looked the more you pulled me in.” I was ashamed and angry. In truth I really didn't mind if someone sees me naked if I know and can make the decision for myself. But this was Peeping Tom stuff, him seeing me and copping a look without me knowing. “You were snooping on me?” I snapped at him. “Your fault for bathing out in public,” he said calmly, a little smile dancing across his lips, no doubt enjoying himself. It was true. I knew it could happen but figured and hoped no one would be around. I was dying for a river bath; to have all the water I need to wash freely without thinking about conserving water. At least I didn't bathe fully naked, although the flimsy slip was not much covering, especially when wet. “What was so enticing?” I asked. His reasoning had taken away my excuse for being angry, and I decided to focus on the exciting part of what he had said. “Everything,” he said, a faraway look in his eyes, faraway and happy. “I could just look at you all day, if you were just standing there in that wet slip, sticking to you like a second skin, you all curvy and sweet. But when you start to wash yourself it just make it sweeter.” I am accustomed to men telling me how I look, in explicit terms. This was different. It's amazing how two men could make it clear that they want bed you, and one leaves you disgusted while the other makes you wat to take off your panties right away. Tony was the panty dropping type. He looked me in the eye once more and shuffled around in the couch, trying to make himself more comfortable, maybe because the pants were too tight for him. Without thinking my eyes slipped down to his crotch and they popped in surprise when I saw the clear outline of his hood to one side. I was surprised but the achiness in my pussy ramped up even more as I imagined him without pants. He must have caught my eyes, and I am sure now that I wanted him to see me checking him out like that. His expression changed, his eyes boring into me, so intense that it was like I was not wearing any clothes and he could see all my nakedness and even into my thoughts. it was surprising to me how comfortable and excited I felt, all alone here with him. Somehow, he had put me at ease without trying too hard, just by being himself. It helped a lot that I was already in the mood to play, but he sure revved up my interest. It was strange. He wasn't really my type. He was this nice, book type, not the big-talking rude boys I tend to like, even though they were not the best for me. Tony was different in a good way from way back, and his time in the city sure made him a sexy, confident man. “So what exactly got you so spellbound at the river?” I asked finally. “All of you, but it was a different level of wonder when you started to soap up,” he said, pulling my attention firmly back from my thoughts and squarely on to him. “It was like watching you caressing yourself for my benefit, caressing and massaging, your body wet and covered in soap bubbles. And the way you did it…it was not just a chore, not just cleaning yourself. I could tell you were enjoying it, and that part was a huge turn on too.” “I love taking a bath,” I said, my mind all woozy with the beauty and sexiness of what he was saying. I always love poetry and he was speaking the sweetest, hottest verses to me right now “And I can't forget,” he continued, eyes glazed and slowly licking his lips at the memory. “You squatted down a bit, spreading your legs wide, and the slip ride up, showing off all of them firm, smooth thighs. And then you move that soapy rag up between them. I couldn't see exactly what you were doing, but I could see your hand moving in, way in, then slowly and firmly up and down, soap suds covering all of your hand, your upper thighs and pussy area. You keep washing, up and down, then around in little circles, then in and out. I managed to look at your face a few times, hoping you were not noticing me watching you. But your eyes were closed by then…as if you were in another world. Your body trembled then, vibrating…and when you opened your eyes you looked so blissful…the joy on your face was real as your hand moved under the dress. "Afterwards you waded into deeper water and sink down till the water was up to your chest. You bobbed up and down, rinsing off. You weren't wearing any brassiere and your breasts bounced up and down, so round and juicy looking with the wet slip plastered tight on them. I couldn't take my eyes off them. You were smiling at this time, a little smile, but a real smile…and I wonder how good it must feel to get such pleasure from washing your pumpum.” He stopped talking and I realized I was staring at him, my mouth wide open, hardly breathing, legs turning jelly. My body felt hot all over and I knew I was in heat. My pumpum was fluttering, steady and strong, like another heart was down there between my legs. There was a wetness too, warm and sticky, like a raw honey spring was starting to open up inside of me. “It was a good feeling,” I said to him, but decided not to mention that all that trembling and vibrating was me cumming. Maybe he knew and decided not to go there too. “And that's what has you running over here to see me?” “Yeah,” he smiled. “It was the exclamation point. I had seen you a couple days before and was going to check on you, but that just sealed the deal. I knew I had to come and see you” “And I am glad you did. You are just what I need with this rain pouring down out there.” I was shocked at how forward I sounded, but he had me feeling a certain way and I was in no condition to resist him, not that I wanted to at all. “I wished you would say that,” he responded, flexing his strong legs, spreading them wide, causing his cock to shift and stand out even more in the tight pants. He followed my eyes, then looked back at me. “Come over here. I want to feel what it's like to stroke your pussy the way you did.” The rain was still lashing outside as I walked the short distance over to him. I stopped a few inches from him, and he leaned forward, his face in line with my crotch. He looked up at me, eyes locked with mine, a little question in his eyes. I realized he was asking permission, even though I would bet he was picking up my sex scent and knew I was ready for him. I smiled at him and he smiled back, the question disappearing from his face. He was the man now, eyes heavy with desire and a lot of good, healthy lust. His wide nostrils opened up, like a jack donkey scenting the ginnie in heat. His tongue was out, slowly moistening the thick lips, moving slowly back and forth. His hands went around my waist and down to my ass, his fingers strong and possessive, gently squeezing my big, soft ass. I grunted as the pleasure build up some more. He looked up at me, satisfied with my response, then got bolder. His hands went under my dress and palmed my ass cheeks again. This time I felt the hard warmth of his hands on my bare ass, because I was wearing one of those thongs with just a little string buried deep between my ass cheeks. “You feel good,” he said softly, his hands busy, roaming all over my ass, fingertips finding and tracing the two dimples on my left cheek, then stroking all over, exploring me to his heart's content. “I like it, don't stop,” I encouraged him, leaning in to brace myself on his broad shoulders. He was like a rock, hard and firm, and I leaned into him as he owned my ass, kneading and stroking, then spreading the cheeks apart, so wide until I could feel my pussy lips opening slightly. “No stopping,” he said again, looking up at me. He kept his eyes on mine and I felt his fingers snaked under the strings of the thongs and slowly rolled them down my thighs. He carefully removed them from around my feet, then tucked them in the pants pocket. He flipped up the hem of the dress and his head disappeared from my view. He sniffed my pussy. Sniffed again, his lips so close to my flesh I could feel his warm breath on the sensitive lips. “You smell good,” he said from beneath the dress, his voice muffled but clear enough for me to hear him above the crashing rain. “It smell like good pussy.” He stood up suddenly and pointed to the couch. “Sit down,” he said, his voice all of a sudden sounding like a command. I quickly complied, body buzzing with anticipation. “Lean back,” he commanded again. “Make yourself comfortable.” I leaned back meekly, totally at his mercy. He seemed to tower over me, standing there, legs braced, his dick thick and hard in my dead Papa's pants. “Spread your legs. Put them up on the armrest. I want you wide open for me.” I hesitated a bit, but he was having none of it. “Just do it,” he said firmly, his bare foot nudging mine. I did as he demanded, lifting my legs up on to the armrest. The dress ride up all the way on my thighs to my belly. I lay there like that, fully skin out, exposing all of my wide-open thighs and my pussy to his eyes. And the doubt hit me hard as I lay there like that, doubt filling up my mind with negative thoughts, doubt that he would be disappointed. He didn't say or do anything, just stand there, eyes fastened on my pumpum, his mouth hanging open and breathing hard. He looked like he was in a spell, like the pussy put obeah on him. The doubt vanished and I smiled with relief and satisfaction. And I could feel the warmth spreading all over me again, starting out in my open pussy, like there was a fire growing down there, growing and spreading out. “What a way you like the pussy, ehh?” I asked him, although it was more like telling him. “Yeah,” he breathed, kneeling down and shuffling in between my legs. “What you like?” “How it's pretty,” he said, eyes roving over it. “So fat and juicy looking. The way you trim it low I can see all the meat. So plump and fresh looking. And the way it's opening up, showing off the sweet puffy brown lips and that wet, pink insides. Look at the clit…I can't wait to lick it good.” “Lick…??” He must have seen the shock on my face because he laughed and firmly nodded his head, making it clear he was going to do whatever he wanted. “Never get your pussy licked? Anybody ever eat you out?” “No,” I said, shocked and embarrassed at the same time, but the excitement hit me hard and I feel my pussy spasm, the hole opening and closing like the mouth of a red snapper out of water. He moved fast without any warning. One minute he was staring at my pumpum pulsing before him and the next second his head dive in and his tongue was swiping through my pussy from bottom all the way up to the top. It was electric, his thick warm tongue licking my wet flesh like he was licking his favorite Devon House ice-cream, when you don't want it to melt and waste in the hot sun. “Oh Jesus,” I moaned, shutting my eyes in ecstasy and my toes curled as the pleasure run through my legs, almost giving me muscle contract as my body tensed up from the sweetness. “It's not Jesus,” he said, talking directly into my pussy. “It's Tony.” His hands grasped my thighs and pushed them wider apart and his lips fastened on my clit and sucked softly. As my head threatened to explode his tongue flicked out and lashed the sensitive meat, swirling around it in little circles that drove me wild. “Rahtid,” I gasped. “it's so good.” “Lots more to come,” he promised, leaning back and looking up at me, his mouth glistening with my pussy juice. “Just lean back and enjoy it.” His hands were warm and firm on my thighs, pressing in, bending me back in two until my legs were pressed against my breasts and my pussy and ass were wide open, on full display before his hungry eyes. I could see all of it, between my big tits, past my rounded tummy and between my thighs. The pussy mound was high, like a little round hill with the trimmed bush barely hiding the meat beneath. The mound split, separating into the plump pussy lips that always stand out like two juicy sausages in my panties, so fat they were usually peeping out on each side of the panty. And right in the middle, above the deep pussy groove, was the clit, as big as my thumb top, standing up hard, glistening with his spit and my cream. He was in awe of my pumpum, but his eyes were everywhere, roving all over my body. I love my body, but I have this shame about some parts, like my tummy. His eyes were glowing, pure joy in them as he took in all of me. From my full breasts, over my belly, then down my quaking thighs then back up to my pussy, resting there, like it was the gold mine of his search. He licked my inner thighs, the soft, delicate flesh just below my pumpum, the part that kissed each other when I sit down or walk. “That sweet,” I said, trying to spread my legs more, invite him in even more. He licked again, a long, slow lick from my fleshy thigh up to my sex, stopping just below the fat lips. “I'm not playing with you anymore,' he said, eyes flashing up to me before returning to the business at hand. True, he had just licked my pussy, and I was now exposed to the pleasure of oral sex. But I wasn't prepared for the intense pleasure, the strange closeness and the nastiness that he was about to deliver to me, straight through my eager, creaming pussy. He licked me again, his tongue delving into the center of my pussy, slurping up my sticky juices, then licking the tender inner lips. "Oh God,” I moaned, as his tongue bored back into my hot hole and lapped me up, like he was drinking his favorite soup. He sucked up and down, drawing out the creamy cum, the sounds lewd and sexy all at once. It was sex sound, pussy sound, pleasure sound and my body and mind accepted and reacted to it, making my cunt even more soft and gushy, till the cream leaked out of me, running down the crease in my ass cheeks and on to the couch. “Eat out my pussy,” I coaxed him, my hand now on his shaved head, urging him on. He didn't need any encouragement, but the slurping got louder, and his tongue felt like a little cock, stimulating every nerve in my pumpum. “My clit now,' I groaned, arching up my ass off the couch, offering him all of my pussy. "Suck it like a lollipop. He did. "Oh sweet Jesus,' I bawled, as the heat and electricity exploded in my fat clit, sending the shivers down into my pumpum. He lapped me, the thick pink tongue gliding in and out of my pussy as it spasmed and spewed more cream for him to slurp. His hands left my thighs and I held them wide for him as his hands spread my pussy lips wide open and he dove in, his tongue straight and firm, digging into me like a hard cock. "Oh God, you so nasty,” I wailed as the tongue lashing put me in tremors. He didn't answer but suddenly I felt his finger sliding into my pussy and his tongue moved to claim my clit. He fucked me slowly with his finger, sinking all the way in then stroking firmly on the way out, teasing and exciting my pussy as no one had ever done before. He sucked and licked my clit at the same time, making me bawl with the twin pleasure. The rain thundered on the roof, matching my wails, and I felt a huge pressure building up inside me, way down in the depths of my cunt. It started to vibrate, big waves of delight rolling out with each lick and each finger fuck stroke. My body was trembling too, shaking in a frenzy. I gripped his head again, mashing his face into my cum plastered pussy and my thighs closed around his shoulders, squeezing and pressing him into me, as if I wanted his entire body to fuck my overstimulated pussy “Come for me now,' he ordered, screwing me with two fingers now, his lips and tongue going back to my clit, abusing it with delicious swirls and licks. My pussy was on fire, thanks to this grown up country nerd and I bellowed in the rain, cross-eyed and delirious from the pleasure attack. "Come for me,” he commanded again. “Give it up gal. Make this fat pussy buss in my mouth.” It was too sweet. And the rough, in-charge patois pushed me over the edge. The spasm hit like a big earthquake and the pussy erupted. The ecstasy washed over me, and I bucked up into him, bawling with every bolt of pleasure. He stayed with me, holding me in place, his lips and tongue working on my heated clit, keeping the pleasure going as my juices flowed like ripe honey, coating his lips and chin. Finally it slowed down, and I relaxed back into the couch, the seat warm and sticky beneath me. He moved his mouth off my pussy and leaned in over me, a pleased puss smile on his face. He was plastered in cum, and I could see a small piece of pussy hair sticking to his lip. I gently removed it and showed it to him, and we laughed out loud. Suddenly I heard the hurried footsteps out back and I looked at Tony in shock and worry. He heard it too, a questioning look on his face. I moved quickly, no time to think about a big plan. “Go hide under the bed in there,” I instructed, pointing in the direction of my bedroom. “take your shoes with you.” His eyes widened in surprise, but he didn't question me, just did as I said. I straightened out my dress, looked around for my panties and recalled that Tony had put them in the pants pocket. I pushed the couch back in its right spot and cringed at the wet spot on it. I didn't have time to come up with a solution because the door rattled for a second or two then burst open as Mama rushed in, dripping rainwater. “You all wet,” I said. “Let me get you a towel.” “It's ok,” she replied. “I'll dry off after I get some food stuff at the shop. I just stopped to drop off my handbag and a few things. Thought of sending you but I need to pick out some things myself.” I breathed a big sigh of relief and waited in suspense, hoping Tony would keep quiet and out of sight. “It smell a little funny in here,” Mama frowned, nose sniffing the air. I knew what it was, and it was all over me and on the couch, like an irresistible perfume. “Might be the saltfish?” I asked innocently, gesturing towards the pot that contained the salted cod that was soaking in the water, in preparation for cooking. “Hmm,” she said doubtfully. “Must be a different type of saltfish that. It really smell high this time. Anyway, let me go get these things and come back. Start boil the saltfish.” She left the way she came in and when she got to the front of the house I watched her, peeking out through a small gap between the curtain and the wall. I waited until she was out the yard and up to the street, then watched some more until she disappeared around the corner. “You can come out now,” I called out to Tony. He was out in no time, a look of relief on his face and I could tell he was dying to laugh as well. “That was close, eh? You think really fast on your feet. What if there was no saltfish on the stove?” “I'd have to come up with something I guess,” I said, laughing at him. I switched the water in the pot and turned on the stove. We stood in silence for a bit, smiling at each other, eyes communicating the same message of delight over what we just did. But then his eyes roamed my body once more and grew sharp with desire. I looked at him, mouth going dry as I picked up his intention. My pussy clenched at the realization and I shivered with the thought of what he wanted to do to me. “You want to fuck me?” I asked slowly. “Yeah,” he nodded, moving in and kissing me. It was a long, deep kiss, and I tasted me in the kiss. I could tell he wanted me to taste it because he licked me all over, sucking in my wetness and giving me his, mingling everything together for us to enjoy as we greedily licked and sucked each other's lips and tongue. His hands palmed my ass once more and crushed me against him so that his hard cock rubbed against my lower belly, just above my pussy mound. He dipped slightly until it was pressed firmly against my sex. He rubbed against me like that and I felt him everywhere; his tongue deep in my mouth, hard chest stimulating my hard nipples, his hands spreading my ass cheeks and his cock exciting my pussy. “A going to fuck you now before your mother come back. Come over here.” He stripped off quickly and stood before me naked. I took my time. In the back of my head I knew we didn't have a lot of time and I needed him to dick me down good, but I took my time. He was fine. His body was hard from years of hard country work and developing bigger and harder, most likely from sports or the gym. His cock was a magnet. Even as I drank in his entire body I was tracking it from the corner of my eyes. It was there in shadowy form, but very real in the unmistakable bulk and the slight bobbing as he rocked back and forth on his heels. I looked at it now, fully giving it all my attention. It was not long but thick and heavy looking, very much like him, the skin smooth and tight, with a big vein running from top to bottom. He was circumcised, and the bulby head was extra smooth and shiny, as if it was polished with the greatest care. “I want to touch it,” I heard myself say. It wasn't my first cock by a long shot, but it had me in a trance, making me act like a spellbound virgin. “Say please,” he said, voice so firm I looked at him in surprise. “Say please,” he said again, eyes staring me down. “Please,” I said, my voice suddenly meek and soft, wondering how this man was bossing me around in my own house. “Get down on your knees.” Anger started to well up in me, but he moved into me, his eyes no more than two inches from mine. He was intense and in charge, suddenly reminding me of the big mongrel stalking the bitch in heat, knowing she was at his mercy. He knew I wanted him badly, and he was taking advantage of it to control me now. He saw the surrender in my eyes and his eyes blazed with the knowledge of the full conquest. His hands were on my shoulders, gentle but firm at the same time. I went down to my knees, the floor hard beneath them. I stared at his thigs, firm and strong like the mahogany tree trunk. His cock swayed between them, capturing my attention once more. I took it in my hands, cupping it, amazed at the heaviness and the heat radiating from it, thinking how it would easily fill up my pussy and heat it up. I caressed it slowly with my fingers, loving the smooth, silky feel, then closing my eyes and tracing the vein, enjoying the ridged feel. He inhaled suddenly and I looked up to see the look of pleasure on his face and it filled me with satisfaction that I could affect him like that. I circled the shiny head and he inhaled and grunted when my fingertip brushed the wide-open pee hole. “That's good,” he groaned, his thighs trembling with tension, as if he was in some sort of torture, which I guess he was, but the good type. I had never done it before and had no plans to do so but I took his cock in my mouth. His reaction had me charged up now, and the hood was so pretty and scary looking at the same time that I must have lost my mind and gave into whatever erotic message my pussy was sending. “Oh God,” he moaned, as I took the fat head in and let my saliva cover it. I sucked him softly, knowing that his dick head was bound to be super sensitive. “Yeah, I like that,” he grunted, his hips swinging forward to push some more dick into my mouth. I gently braced against his thighs to stop him from choking me and I licked him good, getting the head sloppy and wet and excited. “You suck cock good,” he mumbled, his hands firm on my shoulders as he slowly fucked my mouth with just the cock head. “But a not cumming like this. A going to fuck you. Get up.” I got up quickly and he flipped me around and guided me up on the couch, spreading my thighs as wide as they could go. He rolled up my dress until my ass and back were bare and my breasts hang exposed, brushing slightly against the backrest. I grabbed a hold of the couch and looked back at him, eager to see him preparing to fuck me. He was ready. His eyes were firmly planted on my swaying ass cheeks, then traveling down to stare at my wide-open lips and cum soaked pussy. His right hand was on my waist, steadying my body, and his left hand palmed the dick that looked really hard and fat now. I shivered in anticipation and my body vibrated with pleasure when the blunt head creased my waiting pussy lips. I kept my eyes on him and he looked me in the eyes as he slowly fed the thick hood into my pussy. The head stuck for a brief moment and I felt his fullness then, giving my soft, plump lips a good stretch before popping in. I felt the immediate relief and the sweetness, but he did not give me any time to rest. He lunged forward in one smooth motion and buried the cock all the way in my pussy. I took him like a champion, and the wet pussy squelched and farted when he bottomed out. He leaned in and his hands circled me, one high around my breasts and the other low, his forearm keeping me tight against him as his fingers and palm cupped my pussy mound. “We going to fuck now,” he whispered in my ears, and then he was hitting it hard. The couch rocked and the rain fell in a soft drizzle, barely audible on the roof as he screwed into me, every stroke churning my cream and filling the room with the sound of good fucking. “Give it to me good,” I begged him, slamming back on to his strokes. “Take it,' he ordered, pulling me in tighter and rabbit fucked me so hard that my pussy was creaming nonstop and his balls were slapping good against my clit as my insides burned with the sweetness. "Fuck me, you fucker,” I cried, fingers digging into the couch for dear life as he stroked me good. “I bet you dying for this pussy, huh?” “Oh yes,” he grunted. “I never dreamt it would happen for real, so I am a lucky man.” “I am lucky too,” I said, screwing my ass and squealing in delight as the fucking felt sweeter with the new motion. “You can fuck,” he said with admiration. “I love that. Love when a woman show that she love the sex.” “You good too,” I groaned, as he slowed down and sink it deep into me, the big vein rubbing and stimulating my steamy pussy. “I could fuck you all day and night but a want you to cum and your Mama soon come back.” He shifted behind me, climbing up on the couch, crouching over me like a male lion, his feet outside my legs, his hard, wet cock bobbing against my puffy labia. His left hand was now lower on my pussy, fingers over the lips, his other hand on my shoulder. He slid into me, gliding in easily, his cock soaked in my juices. I felt the difference when he picked up the speed, the cock hitting different, raking more against the front part of my pussy. He got into a steady rhythm and I rested on the couch and closed my eyes as my pussy hummed once more under the relentless dicking. “I love it,” I whispered, almost to myself. “You have good pussy,” he whispered back. “And I am owning it, ok?” He fucked me, over and over and I wailed into the lazy drizzle as my pussy voiced its pleasure with wet, sucking sounds. “Your Mama is coming,' he said. Panic surged in me and I glanced out the window. She was coming for real, hustling in the light drizzle. "You have 30 seconds to cum,” he said. “So that we will have time to clean up enough. Come with me.” He quickened the pace, his cock pumping into me in earnest, causing the juice to fly out of my pussy and wetting up my thighs. His finger found my clit, stroking it and giving me even more pleasure. I rocked with him, skewering my pussy on his hard cock, loving the delicious ache as she pounded my pussy. I stared out, anxiety mounting as I saw Mama coming closer and closer. And the exquisite sensations in my pussy grew and grew until I was shaking all over in ecstasy. I felt his cock pulsed in me, like a drumbeat. It pulsed again, harder this time, and with each stroke it vibrated even more until the extra stimulation was too much to bear. My pussy quaked, tremored, pulsed…and then it exploded. “Oh Jesus, I am coming,” I wailed. “Good,” he grunted, his strokes harder and shorter now, his fingers delivering mind numbing pleasure to my clit as I gushed on his dick. “I'm coming now,” he warned, and his cock pulsed powerfully in the middle of my orgasm, and I felt the gush of semen as he filled me up. He fucked me through it, and I held him tight to me, enjoying the feel of his cock vibrating in my clasping pussy as his seed swirled in me. There wasn't much room for it and it soon leaked out on to my vulva. I wanted to stay there and savor it, revel in the sweet nastiness but Mama was less than two minutes away. “Let's clean up,” I said, shuffling beneath him. He backed away carefully, his cock making an audible pop as it left my pussy. I suddenly felt the emptiness and wished I could sink back on to him, but had to use common sense. We cleaned up quickly, fixing up as best as possible. The scent of well fucked pussy hung heavy in the air, and I panicked again at the thought of Mama walking into it. But relief washed over me a second later, rolling in on the pungent aroma of boiling saltfish. I opened the door, casually looking out as I let in fresh air to help freshen the room. “Tony!” Mama gushed as soon as she set eyes on him. “What a pleasant surprise!” The joy and respect were evident in her eyes. And he looked smart and respectable there, all dressed up again, his manner very much like the intelligent, church-going young man she knew. I grinned to myself, doing my best to keep the expression inside of me. It was funny seeing her reverence when she would have been horrified if she had seen him fucking me senseless just minutes ago. I grinned again as I felt his seed seeping from my still throbbing pussy. “You have to stay for dinner,” she said, bustling about the kitchen. “How long you down for?” ‘All of the summer, ma'am.“ "Well, it's good to have you and I hope you will visit us some more.” “Yes ma'am,” he said with a straight face. My expression was neutral too as my bare pussy pulsed at the thought of him visiting again and again. by Kuntry yute for Literotica

Village reunion turns steamy, fueled by erotic river sighting. by Kuntry yute. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories. The rain burst out of nowhere, as it usually does. One minute the afternoon was bright and sunny, then the sun just disappeared behind a big dark cloud and the rain cut loose. No one was in the house but me, with Mama off to see her church sister. The rain was heavy. You could see it in the fat drops and the fast-moving muddy streams that turned the yard into a small riverbed. But the best part for me was the pounding on the zinc roof, as if the rain was playing a whole heap of kette drums at the same time. The wind picked up at times, lashing the large banana leaves into a crazy dance, like big, awkward hands flapping to the heavy rain drops. I watched and listened, content inside the warm, dry house. It was a good mood, like I could roll with the energy and rhythm and dance to my heart's content, or get a sheet and curl up in the big couch, to just rest or doze off.I had something else in mind though, and the first real buzz of anticipation and excitement coursed through my body, leaving me tingling and warming up all over, especially down in my belly bottom and my nipples. The sensation cooled off a bit as I thought about Mama coming home sooner than expected. She had almost caught me once, and I was saved only by the fact that she had left her keys and had to call me to open the door. She had her keys now, and the rain would mask any sound of her approach. But I wasn't going to be denied. This moment was too good to waste. The living room had a big window that looked out on the yard and provided a full view of anyone approaching, as long as the curtain was not fully drawn. I could enjoy the comfort of the love seat and keep an eye out for Mama; all I needed to do was turn it around to face the yard. I easily flipped the couch around, nervous excitement overtaking my senses and body as I imagined the delights just seconds away. I quickly washed my hands in the bathroom, pulled a couple items from my drawer and hustled back to the living room. I started opening the curtains and recoiled in shock and irritation. Someone – looks like a man - was out there in the rain, splashing up on the verandah and depositing a rickety black umbrella in a corner before knocking on the door. The umbrella was useless, on account of all the water he was busy brushing off his arms and legs. I stashed my items under the couch seat and opened the door, intent on quickly dealing with him and getting to my pleasure. “Hi Cherry” he greeted after a slight pause, surprised uncertainty in his eyes as he brushed a few droplets from his face. I figured he was expecting to see Mama instead of me. “Tony, right?” I responded with a smile. “Yes,” he said, grinning suddenly at me from his rain-wet face. My irritation was dissolving rapidly as I looked him over. I had glimpsed him three nights ago, the first time since he had left for university two years ago. Many people didn't go to university from this village, and people talked about him a lot, including his mother who couldn't stop boasting about her bright son. It was annoying, especially for someone like me that didn't make it to university. I wasn't annoyed now though. He was short and stocky when we were kids. He wasn't tall now, just medium height, about two inches taller than my five foot eight. The stocky look was still there, but more athletic, like he was a sprinter or one of those American football players. As a boy his father used to give him bad haircuts, and it worsened the look of his face which was already ordinary with the flat nose and large, almost bulging eyes. Nobody would call him handsome now, but he had grown up well, sporting a clean shaved head, with eyes that were sharp and intelligent looking, and a face that was strong and hard, like a thick chunk of cured pimento wood. His eyes moved quickly, up and down, just as I had done. But it was open and forward, the type of look that said he was not afraid to show his hand. He wanted me to know he was seeing me as a woman, a woman that grabbed his interest, and he wanted me to react to that interest. I was interested in him for real, no doubt about it. I had felt it when I saw him last Friday, that flash of sexual curiosity, seeing him all sexy and relaxed. He had looked at me quickly, followed by a smile of recognition and a polite greeting. I smiled back, blushing and hoping he hadn't seen the interest in my eyes. Now I grinned to myself, thinking how smooth he was then in the public place, acting all polite and decent, when he was clearly interested and just biding his time. There was a prickling on my skin, leaving goosebumps on my arms and my nipples felt like someone was giving them little electric shocks. My pumpum twitched suddenly with pleasure, a sweet, achy pleasure. I was shocked at the reaction in my body and suddenly my thighs squeezed together, as if to keep the feelings trapped down there and not affecting the rest of me, for fear he could see his effect on me. He was like a godsend, appearing as if by miracle, just when I was in the mood to frig myself with the weather and Mama cooperating so well. But with some effort I reined in the feelings. There was desire in his eyes, but I couldn't assume he was planning to do anything about it right now. “You here to see Mama?” I asked. “Yeah,” he said, after a little hesitation. “My Mama asked me to drop off this partner money, and I couldn't pass up the chance to see you.” “I see you develop some sweet tongue,” I said saucily but I am sure he could tell I was flattered by his words. “Sweet tongue yes, but truth too,” he said boldly, eyes lively with daring. “Well, it's good to see you too,” I said, giving him a little something in return, although I was warming up to him much faster than my words would indicate. He held out his hand, offering an envelope that bulged slightly with the contents. “I'll give it to her,” I said, taking the envelope. He stood there for a moment, eyes thoughtful, looking me over. I watched him, imagining the wheels turning in his head, figuring out how he should proceed. I waited, realizing belatedly with a touch of embarrassment that my lips were parted in anticipation of his next move. “You want to dry those clothes?” I asked suddenly, surprising myself with the question. “Could give you time for the rain to ease off and you can tell me about life in Kingston.” He looked at me sharply, surprise on his face. He looked down at his body with a frown, no doubt seeing and feeling the wetness in his shirt and pants. He looked at me, eyes steady, thinking it over. “Ok,” he said with a shrug and smile. “Do you have something for me to put on or am I supposed to wait naked?” “Not a bad idea,” I laughed back at him, knowing he was seeing the devilry in my eyes. “Don't worry though, I'll get you some of Papa's clothes. He doesn't need them anymore.” I found a clean set of pants and shirt that looked close enough for his size. It was far from perfect though, because he was shorter and more muscular than Papa. The shirt was tight across his chest and arms and the pants were snug in the butt and crotch. He looked funny and sexy at the same time. He went and sat in my couch, making himself comfortable while I draped his wet clothes on the warm grate behind the fridge. We talked for a bit, catching up on each other's life over the past two years. I felt jealous, because he seemed to be doing so much and here I was wasting away in the dead-end village. He surprised me though, by praising what I was doing. “Honey is a big deal,” he said, a little frown on his face. “You just need to scale up and get connected to the right distribution channels.” I didn't go to university, but I was always learning shit from free college courses and podcasts when the internet complied, so I knew what he was talking about. “Scale up needs money and time, and that's time I have to put in my regular job.” “Let me think about it,” he replied, then leaned back in the couch with a strange smile on his face. “I see you still go to the river?” “What?” I asked, frowning at him. I was perplexed as to why he would ask about the river. “Those days were exciting even with the hard work,” he said with a longing look on his face. “Remember how we all used to play after the wash? Hide and seek, catch crawfish, eat guineps till we couldn't walk properly…” “Oh boy,” I smiled, remembering. “Those were the good old days. Kids nowadays just want to play video games. No love for nature. We don't even wash clothes down there anymore. That life pretty much done.” “Yet you were there yesterday,” he said quietly, his eyes still on my face. “You were at the river?” I asked him, a nervous type of anxiousness spreading slowly through my belly. He nodded silently, watching me. It might not be too bad, I thought to myself. Maybe he saw me going down or coming up, not necessarily in the river itself. But his next words shattered my flimsy hope. “That big pool with the mango tree over it. I was heading for it, but just as I was about to climb down the bank, I saw you. I immediately thought of leaving but I just stood there, as if I had no power to move. I'm sorry for snooping on you but it was as if you hooked me right there, and the more I looked the more you pulled me in.” I was ashamed and angry. In truth I really didn't mind if someone sees me naked if I know and can make the decision for myself. But this was Peeping Tom stuff, him seeing me and copping a look without me knowing. “You were snooping on me?” I snapped at him. “Your fault for bathing out in public,” he said calmly, a little smile dancing across his lips, no doubt enjoying himself. It was true. I knew it could happen but figured and hoped no one would be around. I was dying for a river bath; to have all the water I need to wash freely without thinking about conserving water. At least I didn't bathe fully naked, although the flimsy slip was not much covering, especially when wet. “What was so enticing?” I asked. His reasoning had taken away my excuse for being angry, and I decided to focus on the exciting part of what he had said. “Everything,” he said, a faraway look in his eyes, faraway and happy. “I could just look at you all day, if you were just standing there in that wet slip, sticking to you like a second skin, you all curvy and sweet. But when you start to wash yourself it just make it sweeter.” I am accustomed to men telling me how I look, in explicit terms. This was different. It's amazing how two men could make it clear that they want bed you, and one leaves you disgusted while the other makes you wat to take off your panties right away. Tony was the panty dropping type. He looked me in the eye once more and shuffled around in the couch, trying to make himself more comfortable, maybe because the pants were too tight for him. Without thinking my eyes slipped down to his crotch and they popped in surprise when I saw the clear outline of his hood to one side. I was surprised but the achiness in my pussy ramped up even more as I imagined him without pants. He must have caught my eyes, and I am sure now that I wanted him to see me checking him out like that. His expression changed, his eyes boring into me, so intense that it was like I was not wearing any clothes and he could see all my nakedness and even into my thoughts. it was surprising to me how comfortable and excited I felt, all alone here with him. Somehow, he had put me at ease without trying too hard, just by being himself. It helped a lot that I was already in the mood to play, but he sure revved up my interest. It was strange. He wasn't really my type. He was this nice, book type, not the big-talking rude boys I tend to like, even though they were not the best for me. Tony was different in a good way from way back, and his time in the city sure made him a sexy, confident man. “So what exactly got you so spellbound at the river?” I asked finally. “All of you, but it was a different level of wonder when you started to soap up,” he said, pulling my attention firmly back from my thoughts and squarely on to him. “It was like watching you caressing yourself for my benefit, caressing and massaging, your body wet and covered in soap bubbles. And the way you did it…it was not just a chore, not just cleaning yourself. I could tell you were enjoying it, and that part was a huge turn on too.” “I love taking a bath,” I said, my mind all woozy with the beauty and sexiness of what he was saying. I always love poetry and he was speaking the sweetest, hottest verses to me right now “And I can't forget,” he continued, eyes glazed and slowly licking his lips at the memory. “You squatted down a bit, spreading your legs wide, and the slip ride up, showing off all of them firm, smooth thighs. And then you move that soapy rag up between them. I couldn't see exactly what you were doing, but I could see your hand moving in, way in, then slowly and firmly up and down, soap suds covering all of your hand, your upper thighs and pussy area. You keep washing, up and down, then around in little circles, then in and out. I managed to look at your face a few times, hoping you were not noticing me watching you. But your eyes were closed by then…as if you were in another world. Your body trembled then, vibrating…and when you opened your eyes you looked so blissful…the joy on your face was real as your hand moved under the dress. "Afterwards you waded into deeper water and sink down till the water was up to your chest. You bobbed up and down, rinsing off. You weren't wearing any brassiere and your breasts bounced up and down, so round and juicy looking with the wet slip plastered tight on them. I couldn't take my eyes off them. You were smiling at this time, a little smile, but a real smile…and I wonder how good it must feel to get such pleasure from washing your pumpum.” He stopped talking and I realized I was staring at him, my mouth wide open, hardly breathing, legs turning jelly. My body felt hot all over and I knew I was in heat. My pumpum was fluttering, steady and strong, like another heart was down there between my legs. There was a wetness too, warm and sticky, like a raw honey spring was starting to open up inside of me. “It was a good feeling,” I said to him, but decided not to mention that all that trembling and vibrating was me cumming. Maybe he knew and decided not to go there too. “And that's what has you running over here to see me?” “Yeah,” he smiled. “It was the exclamation point. I had seen you a couple days before and was going to check on you, but that just sealed the deal. I knew I had to come and see you” “And I am glad you did. You are just what I need with this rain pouring down out there.” I was shocked at how forward I sounded, but he had me feeling a certain way and I was in no condition to resist him, not that I wanted to at all. “I wished you would say that,” he responded, flexing his strong legs, spreading them wide, causing his cock to shift and stand out even more in the tight pants. He followed my eyes, then looked back at me. “Come over here. I want to feel what it's like to stroke your pussy the way you did.” The rain was still lashing outside as I walked the short distance over to him. I stopped a few inches from him, and he leaned forward, his face in line with my crotch. He looked up at me, eyes locked with mine, a little question in his eyes. I realized he was asking permission, even though I would bet he was picking up my sex scent and knew I was ready for him. I smiled at him and he smiled back, the question disappearing from his face. He was the man now, eyes heavy with desire and a lot of good, healthy lust. His wide nostrils opened up, like a jack donkey scenting the ginnie in heat. His tongue was out, slowly moistening the thick lips, moving slowly back and forth. His hands went around my waist and down to my ass, his fingers strong and possessive, gently squeezing my big, soft ass. I grunted as the pleasure build up some more. He looked up at me, satisfied with my response, then got bolder. His hands went under my dress and palmed my ass cheeks again. This time I felt the hard warmth of his hands on my bare ass, because I was wearing one of those thongs with just a little string buried deep between my ass cheeks. “You feel good,” he said softly, his hands busy, roaming all over my ass, fingertips finding and tracing the two dimples on my left cheek, then stroking all over, exploring me to his heart's content. “I like it, don't stop,” I encouraged him, leaning in to brace myself on his broad shoulders. He was like a rock, hard and firm, and I leaned into him as he owned my ass, kneading and stroking, then spreading the cheeks apart, so wide until I could feel my pussy lips opening slightly. “No stopping,” he said again, looking up at me. He kept his eyes on mine and I felt his fingers snaked under the strings of the thongs and slowly rolled them down my thighs. He carefully removed them from around my feet, then tucked them in the pants pocket. He flipped up the hem of the dress and his head disappeared from my view. He sniffed my pussy. Sniffed again, his lips so close to my flesh I could feel his warm breath on the sensitive lips. “You smell good,” he said from beneath the dress, his voice muffled but clear enough for me to hear him above the crashing rain. “It smell like good pussy.” He stood up suddenly and pointed to the couch. “Sit down,” he said, his voice all of a sudden sounding like a command. I quickly complied, body buzzing with anticipation. “Lean back,” he commanded again. “Make yourself comfortable.” I leaned back meekly, totally at his mercy. He seemed to tower over me, standing there, legs braced, his dick thick and hard in my dead Papa's pants. “Spread your legs. Put them up on the armrest. I want you wide open for me.” I hesitated a bit, but he was having none of it. “Just do it,” he said firmly, his bare foot nudging mine. I did as he demanded, lifting my legs up on to the armrest. The dress ride up all the way on my thighs to my belly. I lay there like that, fully skin out, exposing all of my wide-open thighs and my pussy to his eyes. And the doubt hit me hard as I lay there like that, doubt filling up my mind with negative thoughts, doubt that he would be disappointed. He didn't say or do anything, just stand there, eyes fastened on my pumpum, his mouth hanging open and breathing hard. He looked like he was in a spell, like the pussy put obeah on him. The doubt vanished and I smiled with relief and satisfaction. And I could feel the warmth spreading all over me again, starting out in my open pussy, like there was a fire growing down there, growing and spreading out. “What a way you like the pussy, ehh?” I asked him, although it was more like telling him. “Yeah,” he breathed, kneeling down and shuffling in between my legs. “What you like?” “How it's pretty,” he said, eyes roving over it. “So fat and juicy looking. The way you trim it low I can see all the meat. So plump and fresh looking. And the way it's opening up, showing off the sweet puffy brown lips and that wet, pink insides. Look at the clit…I can't wait to lick it good.” “Lick…??” He must have seen the shock on my face because he laughed and firmly nodded his head, making it clear he was going to do whatever he wanted. “Never get your pussy licked? Anybody ever eat you out?” “No,” I said, shocked and embarrassed at the same time, but the excitement hit me hard and I feel my pussy spasm, the hole opening and closing like the mouth of a red snapper out of water. He moved fast without any warning. One minute he was staring at my pumpum pulsing before him and the next second his head dive in and his tongue was swiping through my pussy from bottom all the way up to the top. It was electric, his thick warm tongue licking my wet flesh like he was licking his favorite Devon House ice-cream, when you don't want it to melt and waste in the hot sun. “Oh Jesus,” I moaned, shutting my eyes in ecstasy and my toes curled as the pleasure run through my legs, almost giving me muscle contract as my body tensed up from the sweetness. “It's not Jesus,” he said, talking directly into my pussy. “It's Tony.” His hands grasped my thighs and pushed them wider apart and his lips fastened on my clit and sucked softly. As my head threatened to explode his tongue flicked out and lashed the sensitive meat, swirling around it in little circles that drove me wild. “Rahtid,” I gasped. “it's so good.” “Lots more to come,” he promised, leaning back and looking up at me, his mouth glistening with my pussy juice. “Just lean back and enjoy it.” His hands were warm and firm on my thighs, pressing in, bending me back in two until my legs were pressed against my breasts and my pussy and ass were wide open, on full display before his hungry eyes. I could see all of it, between my big tits, past my rounded tummy and between my thighs. The pussy mound was high, like a little round hill with the trimmed bush barely hiding the meat beneath. The mound split, separating into the plump pussy lips that always stand out like two juicy sausages in my panties, so fat they were usually peeping out on each side of the panty. And right in the middle, above the deep pussy groove, was the clit, as big as my thumb top, standing up hard, glistening with his spit and my cream. He was in awe of my pumpum, but his eyes were everywhere, roving all over my body. I love my body, but I have this shame about some parts, like my tummy. His eyes were glowing, pure joy in them as he took in all of me. From my full breasts, over my belly, then down my quaking thighs then back up to my pussy, resting there, like it was the gold mine of his search. He licked my inner thighs, the soft, delicate flesh just below my pumpum, the part that kissed each other when I sit down or walk. “That sweet,” I said, trying to spread my legs more, invite him in even more. He licked again, a long, slow lick from my fleshy thigh up to my sex, stopping just below the fat lips. “I'm not playing with you anymore,' he said, eyes flashing up to me before returning to the business at hand. True, he had just licked my pussy, and I was now exposed to the pleasure of oral sex. But I wasn't prepared for the intense pleasure, the strange closeness and the nastiness that he was about to deliver to me, straight through my eager, creaming pussy. He licked me again, his tongue delving into the center of my pussy, slurping up my sticky juices, then licking the tender inner lips. "Oh God,” I moaned, as his tongue bored back into my hot hole and lapped me up, like he was drinking his favorite soup. He sucked up and down, drawing out the creamy cum, the sounds lewd and sexy all at once. It was sex sound, pussy sound, pleasure sound and my body and mind accepted and reacted to it, making my cunt even more soft and gushy, till the cream leaked out of me, running down the crease in my ass cheeks and on to the couch. “Eat out my pussy,” I coaxed him, my hand now on his shaved head, urging him on. He didn't need any encouragement, but the slurping got louder, and his tongue felt like a little cock, stimulating every nerve in my pumpum. “My clit now,' I groaned, arching up my ass off the couch, offering him all of my pussy. "Suck it like a lollipop. He did. "Oh sweet Jesus,' I bawled, as the heat and electricity exploded in my fat clit, sending the shivers down into my pumpum. He lapped me, the thick pink tongue gliding in and out of my pussy as it spasmed and spewed more cream for him to slurp. His hands left my thighs and I held them wide for him as his hands spread my pussy lips wide open and he dove in, his tongue straight and firm, digging into me like a hard cock. "Oh God, you so nasty,” I wailed as the tongue lashing put me in tremors. He didn't answer but suddenly I felt his finger sliding into my pussy and his tongue moved to claim my clit. He fucked me slowly with his finger, sinking all the way in then stroking firmly on the way out, teasing and exciting my pussy as no one had ever done before. He sucked and licked my clit at the same time, making me bawl with the twin pleasure. The rain thundered on the roof, matching my wails, and I felt a huge pressure building up inside me, way down in the depths of my cunt. It started to vibrate, big waves of delight rolling out with each lick and each finger fuck stroke. My body was trembling too, shaking in a frenzy. I gripped his head again, mashing his face into my cum plastered pussy and my thighs closed around his shoulders, squeezing and pressing him into me, as if I wanted his entire body to fuck my overstimulated pussy “Come for me now,' he ordered, screwing me with two fingers now, his lips and tongue going back to my clit, abusing it with delicious swirls and licks. My pussy was on fire, thanks to this grown up country nerd and I bellowed in the rain, cross-eyed and delirious from the pleasure attack. "Come for me,” he commanded again. “Give it up gal. Make this fat pussy buss in my mouth.” It was too sweet. And the rough, in-charge patois pushed me over the edge. The spasm hit like a big earthquake and the pussy erupted. The ecstasy washed over me, and I bucked up into him, bawling with every bolt of pleasure. He stayed with me, holding me in place, his lips and tongue working on my heated clit, keeping the pleasure going as my juices flowed like ripe honey, coating his lips and chin. Finally it slowed down, and I relaxed back into the couch, the seat warm and sticky beneath me. He moved his mouth off my pussy and leaned in over me, a pleased puss smile on his face. He was plastered in cum, and I could see a small piece of pussy hair sticking to his lip. I gently removed it and showed it to him, and we laughed out loud. Suddenly I heard the hurried footsteps out back and I looked at Tony in shock and worry. He heard it too, a questioning look on his face. I moved quickly, no time to think about a big plan. “Go hide under the bed in there,” I instructed, pointing in the direction of my bedroom. “take your shoes with you.” His eyes widened in surprise, but he didn't question me, just did as I said. I straightened out my dress, looked around for my panties and recalled that Tony had put them in the pants pocket. I pushed the couch back in its right spot and cringed at the wet spot on it. I didn't have time to come up with a solution because the door rattled for a second or two then burst open as Mama rushed in, dripping rainwater. “You all wet,” I said. “Let me get you a towel.” “It's ok,” she replied. “I'll dry off after I get some food stuff at the shop. I just stopped to drop off my handbag and a few things. Thought of sending you but I need to pick out some things myself.” I breathed a big sigh of relief and waited in suspense, hoping Tony would keep quiet and out of sight. “It smell a little funny in here,” Mama frowned, nose sniffing the air. I knew what it was, and it was all over me and on the couch, like an irresistible perfume. “Might be the saltfish?” I asked innocently, gesturing towards the pot that contained the salted cod that was soaking in the water, in preparation for cooking. “Hmm,” she said doubtfully. “Must be a different type of saltfish that. It really smell high this time. Anyway, let me go get these things and come back. Start boil the saltfish.” She left the way she came in and when she got to the front of the house I watched her, peeking out through a small gap between the curtain and the wall. I waited until she was out the yard and up to the street, then watched some more until she disappeared around the corner. “You can come out now,” I called out to Tony. He was out in no time, a look of relief on his face and I could tell he was dying to laugh as well. “That was close, eh? You think really fast on your feet. What if there was no saltfish on the stove?” “I'd have to come up with something I guess,” I said, laughing at him. I switched the water in the pot and turned on the stove. We stood in silence for a bit, smiling at each other, eyes communicating the same message of delight over what we just did. But then his eyes roamed my body once more and grew sharp with desire. I looked at him, mouth going dry as I picked up his intention. My pussy clenched at the realization and I shivered with the thought of what he wanted to do to me. “You want to fuck me?” I asked slowly. “Yeah,” he nodded, moving in and kissing me. It was a long, deep kiss, and I tasted me in the kiss. I could tell he wanted me to taste it because he licked me all over, sucking in my wetness and giving me his, mingling everything together for us to enjoy as we greedily licked and sucked each other's lips and tongue. His hands palmed my ass once more and crushed me against him so that his hard cock rubbed against my lower belly, just above my pussy mound. He dipped slightly until it was pressed firmly against my sex. He rubbed against me like that and I felt him everywhere; his tongue deep in my mouth, hard chest stimulating my hard nipples, his hands spreading my ass cheeks and his cock exciting my pussy. “A going to fuck you now before your mother come back. Come over here.” He stripped off quickly and stood before me naked. I took my time. In the back of my head I knew we didn't have a lot of time and I needed him to dick me down good, but I took my time. He was fine. His body was hard from years of hard country work and developing bigger and harder, most likely from sports or the gym. His cock was a magnet. Even as I drank in his entire body I was tracking it from the corner of my eyes. It was there in shadowy form, but very real in the unmistakable bulk and the slight bobbing as he rocked back and forth on his heels. I looked at it now, fully giving it all my attention. It was not long but thick and heavy looking, very much like him, the skin smooth and tight, with a big vein running from top to bottom. He was circumcised, and the bulby head was extra smooth and shiny, as if it was polished with the greatest care. “I want to touch it,” I heard myself say. It wasn't my first cock by a long shot, but it had me in a trance, making me act like a spellbound virgin. “Say please,” he said, voice so firm I looked at him in surprise. “Say please,” he said again, eyes staring me down. “Please,” I said, my voice suddenly meek and soft, wondering how this man was bossing me around in my own house. “Get down on your knees.” Anger started to well up in me, but he moved into me, his eyes no more than two inches from mine. He was intense and in charge, suddenly reminding me of the big mongrel stalking the bitch in heat, knowing she was at his mercy. He knew I wanted him badly, and he was taking advantage of it to control me now. He saw the surrender in my eyes and his eyes blazed with the knowledge of the full conquest. His hands were on my shoulders, gentle but firm at the same time. I went down to my knees, the floor hard beneath them. I stared at his thigs, firm and strong like the mahogany tree trunk. His cock swayed between them, capturing my attention once more. I took it in my hands, cupping it, amazed at the heaviness and the heat radiating from it, thinking how it would easily fill up my pussy and heat it up. I caressed it slowly with my fingers, loving the smooth, silky feel, then closing my eyes and tracing the vein, enjoying the ridged feel. He inhaled suddenly and I looked up to see the look of pleasure on his face and it filled me with satisfaction that I could affect him like that. I circled the shiny head and he inhaled and grunted when my fingertip brushed the wide-open pee hole. “That's good,” he groaned, his thighs trembling with tension, as if he was in some sort of torture, which I guess he was, but the good type. I had never done it before and had no plans to do so but I took his cock in my mouth. His reaction had me charged up now, and the hood was so pretty and scary looking at the same time that I must have lost my mind and gave into whatever erotic message my pussy was sending. “Oh God,” he moaned, as I took the fat head in and let my saliva cover it. I sucked him softly, knowing that his dick head was bound to be super sensitive. “Yeah, I like that,” he grunted, his hips swinging forward to push some more dick into my mouth. I gently braced against his thighs to stop him from choking me and I licked him good, getting the head sloppy and wet and excited. “You suck cock good,” he mumbled, his hands firm on my shoulders as he slowly fucked my mouth with just the cock head. “But a not cumming like this. A going to fuck you. Get up.” I got up quickly and he flipped me around and guided me up on the couch, spreading my thighs as wide as they could go. He rolled up my dress until my ass and back were bare and my breasts hang exposed, brushing slightly against the backrest. I grabbed a hold of the couch and looked back at him, eager to see him preparing to fuck me. He was ready. His eyes were firmly planted on my swaying ass cheeks, then traveling down to stare at my wide-open lips and cum soaked pussy. His right hand was on my waist, steadying my body, and his left hand palmed the dick that looked really hard and fat now. I shivered in anticipation and my body vibrated with pleasure when the blunt head creased my waiting pussy lips. I kept my eyes on him and he looked me in the eyes as he slowly fed the thick hood into my pussy. The head stuck for a brief moment and I felt his fullness then, giving my soft, plump lips a good stretch before popping in. I felt the immediate relief and the sweetness, but he did not give me any time to rest. He lunged forward in one smooth motion and buried the cock all the way in my pussy. I took him like a champion, and the wet pussy squelched and farted when he bottomed out. He leaned in and his hands circled me, one high around my breasts and the other low, his forearm keeping me tight against him as his fingers and palm cupped my pussy mound. “We going to fuck now,” he whispered in my ears, and then he was hitting it hard. The couch rocked and the rain fell in a soft drizzle, barely audible on the roof as he screwed into me, every stroke churning my cream and filling the room with the sound of good fucking. “Give it to me good,” I begged him, slamming back on to his strokes. “Take it,' he ordered, pulling me in tighter and rabbit fucked me so hard that my pussy was creaming nonstop and his balls were slapping good against my clit as my insides burned with the sweetness. "Fuck me, you fucker,” I cried, fingers digging into the couch for dear life as he stroked me good. “I bet you dying for this pussy, huh?” “Oh yes,” he grunted. “I never dreamt it would happen for real, so I am a lucky man.” “I am lucky too,” I said, screwing my ass and squealing in delight as the fucking felt sweeter with the new motion. “You can fuck,” he said with admiration. “I love that. Love when a woman show that she love the sex.” “You good too,” I groaned, as he slowed down and sink it deep into me, the big vein rubbing and stimulating my steamy pussy. “I could fuck you all day and night but a want you to cum and your Mama soon come back.” He shifted behind me, climbing up on the couch, crouching over me like a male lion, his feet outside my legs, his hard, wet cock bobbing against my puffy labia. His left hand was now lower on my pussy, fingers over the lips, his other hand on my shoulder. He slid into me, gliding in easily, his cock soaked in my juices. I felt the difference when he picked up the speed, the cock hitting different, raking more against the front part of my pussy. He got into a steady rhythm and I rested on the couch and closed my eyes as my pussy hummed once more under the relentless dicking. “I love it,” I whispered, almost to myself. “You have good pussy,” he whispered back. “And I am owning it, ok?” He fucked me, over and over and I wailed into the lazy drizzle as my pussy voiced its pleasure with wet, sucking sounds. “Your Mama is coming,' he said. Panic surged in me and I glanced out the window. She was coming for real, hustling in the light drizzle. "You have 30 seconds to cum,” he said. “So that we will have time to clean up enough. Come with me.” He quickened the pace, his cock pumping into me in earnest, causing the juice to fly out of my pussy and wetting up my thighs. His finger found my clit, stroking it and giving me even more pleasure. I rocked with him, skewering my pussy on his hard cock, loving the delicious ache as she pounded my pussy. I stared out, anxiety mounting as I saw Mama coming closer and closer. And the exquisite sensations in my pussy grew and grew until I was shaking all over in ecstasy. I felt his cock pulsed in me, like a drumbeat. It pulsed again, harder this time, and with each stroke it vibrated even more until the extra stimulation was too much to bear. My pussy quaked, tremored, pulsed…and then it exploded. “Oh Jesus, I am coming,” I wailed. “Good,” he grunted, his strokes harder and shorter now, his fingers delivering mind numbing pleasure to my clit as I gushed on his dick. “I'm coming now,” he warned, and his cock pulsed powerfully in the middle of my orgasm, and I felt the gush of semen as he filled me up. He fucked me through it, and I held him tight to me, enjoying the feel of his cock vibrating in my clasping pussy as his seed swirled in me. There wasn't much room for it and it soon leaked out on to my vulva. I wanted to stay there and savor it, revel in the sweet nastiness but Mama was less than two minutes away. “Let's clean up,” I said, shuffling beneath him. He backed away carefully, his cock making an audible pop as it left my pussy. I suddenly felt the emptiness and wished I could sink back on to him, but had to use common sense. We cleaned up quickly, fixing up as best as possible. The scent of well fucked pussy hung heavy in the air, and I panicked again at the thought of Mama walking into it. But relief washed over me a second later, rolling in on the pungent aroma of boiling saltfish. I opened the door, casually looking out as I let in fresh air to help freshen the room. “Tony!” Mama gushed as soon as she set eyes on him. “What a pleasant surprise!” The joy and respect were evident in her eyes. And he looked smart and respectable there, all dressed up again, his manner very much like the intelligent, church-going young man she knew. I grinned to myself, doing my best to keep the expression inside of me. It was funny seeing her reverence when she would have been horrified if she had seen him fucking me senseless just minutes ago. I grinned again as I felt his seed seeping from my still throbbing pussy. “You have to stay for dinner,” she said, bustling about the kitchen. “How long you down for?” ‘All of the summer, ma'am.“ "Well, it's good to have you and I hope you will visit us some more.” “Yes ma'am,” he said with a straight face. My expression was neutral too as my bare pussy pulsed at the thought of him visiting again and again. by Kuntry yute for Literotica

Village reunion turns steamy, fueled by erotic river sighting. by Kuntry yute. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories. The rain burst out of nowhere, as it usually does. One minute the afternoon was bright and sunny, then the sun just disappeared behind a big dark cloud and the rain cut loose. No one was in the house but me, with Mama off to see her church sister. The rain was heavy. You could see it in the fat drops and the fast-moving muddy streams that turned the yard into a small riverbed. But the best part for me was the pounding on the zinc roof, as if the rain was playing a whole heap of kette drums at the same time. The wind picked up at times, lashing the large banana leaves into a crazy dance, like big, awkward hands flapping to the heavy rain drops. I watched and listened, content inside the warm, dry house. It was a good mood, like I could roll with the energy and rhythm and dance to my heart's content, or get a sheet and curl up in the big couch, to just rest or doze off.I had something else in mind though, and the first real buzz of anticipation and excitement coursed through my body, leaving me tingling and warming up all over, especially down in my belly bottom and my nipples. The sensation cooled off a bit as I thought about Mama coming home sooner than expected. She had almost caught me once, and I was saved only by the fact that she had left her keys and had to call me to open the door. She had her keys now, and the rain would mask any sound of her approach. But I wasn't going to be denied. This moment was too good to waste. The living room had a big window that looked out on the yard and provided a full view of anyone approaching, as long as the curtain was not fully drawn. I could enjoy the comfort of the love seat and keep an eye out for Mama; all I needed to do was turn it around to face the yard. I easily flipped the couch around, nervous excitement overtaking my senses and body as I imagined the delights just seconds away. I quickly washed my hands in the bathroom, pulled a couple items from my drawer and hustled back to the living room. I started opening the curtains and recoiled in shock and irritation. Someone – looks like a man - was out there in the rain, splashing up on the verandah and depositing a rickety black umbrella in a corner before knocking on the door. The umbrella was useless, on account of all the water he was busy brushing off his arms and legs. I stashed my items under the couch seat and opened the door, intent on quickly dealing with him and getting to my pleasure. “Hi Cherry” he greeted after a slight pause, surprised uncertainty in his eyes as he brushed a few droplets from his face. I figured he was expecting to see Mama instead of me. “Tony, right?” I responded with a smile. “Yes,” he said, grinning suddenly at me from his rain-wet face. My irritation was dissolving rapidly as I looked him over. I had glimpsed him three nights ago, the first time since he had left for university two years ago. Many people didn't go to university from this village, and people talked about him a lot, including his mother who couldn't stop boasting about her bright son. It was annoying, especially for someone like me that didn't make it to university. I wasn't annoyed now though. He was short and stocky when we were kids. He wasn't tall now, just medium height, about two inches taller than my five foot eight. The stocky look was still there, but more athletic, like he was a sprinter or one of those American football players. As a boy his father used to give him bad haircuts, and it worsened the look of his face which was already ordinary with the flat nose and large, almost bulging eyes. Nobody would call him handsome now, but he had grown up well, sporting a clean shaved head, with eyes that were sharp and intelligent looking, and a face that was strong and hard, like a thick chunk of cured pimento wood. His eyes moved quickly, up and down, just as I had done. But it was open and forward, the type of look that said he was not afraid to show his hand. He wanted me to know he was seeing me as a woman, a woman that grabbed his interest, and he wanted me to react to that interest. I was interested in him for real, no doubt about it. I had felt it when I saw him last Friday, that flash of sexual curiosity, seeing him all sexy and relaxed. He had looked at me quickly, followed by a smile of recognition and a polite greeting. I smiled back, blushing and hoping he hadn't seen the interest in my eyes. Now I grinned to myself, thinking how smooth he was then in the public place, acting all polite and decent, when he was clearly interested and just biding his time. There was a prickling on my skin, leaving goosebumps on my arms and my nipples felt like someone was giving them little electric shocks. My pumpum twitched suddenly with pleasure, a sweet, achy pleasure. I was shocked at the reaction in my body and suddenly my thighs squeezed together, as if to keep the feelings trapped down there and not affecting the rest of me, for fear he could see his effect on me. He was like a godsend, appearing as if by miracle, just when I was in the mood to frig myself with the weather and Mama cooperating so well. But with some effort I reined in the feelings. There was desire in his eyes, but I couldn't assume he was planning to do anything about it right now. “You here to see Mama?” I asked. “Yeah,” he said, after a little hesitation. “My Mama asked me to drop off this partner money, and I couldn't pass up the chance to see you.” “I see you develop some sweet tongue,” I said saucily but I am sure he could tell I was flattered by his words. “Sweet tongue yes, but truth too,” he said boldly, eyes lively with daring. “Well, it's good to see you too,” I said, giving him a little something in return, although I was warming up to him much faster than my words would indicate. He held out his hand, offering an envelope that bulged slightly with the contents. “I'll give it to her,” I said, taking the envelope. He stood there for a moment, eyes thoughtful, looking me over. I watched him, imagining the wheels turning in his head, figuring out how he should proceed. I waited, realizing belatedly with a touch of embarrassment that my lips were parted in anticipation of his next move. “You want to dry those clothes?” I asked suddenly, surprising myself with the question. “Could give you time for the rain to ease off and you can tell me about life in Kingston.” He looked at me sharply, surprise on his face. He looked down at his body with a frown, no doubt seeing and feeling the wetness in his shirt and pants. He looked at me, eyes steady, thinking it over. “Ok,” he said with a shrug and smile. “Do you have something for me to put on or am I supposed to wait naked?” “Not a bad idea,” I laughed back at him, knowing he was seeing the devilry in my eyes. “Don't worry though, I'll get you some of Papa's clothes. He doesn't need them anymore.” I found a clean set of pants and shirt that looked close enough for his size. It was far from perfect though, because he was shorter and more muscular than Papa. The shirt was tight across his chest and arms and the pants were snug in the butt and crotch. He looked funny and sexy at the same time. He went and sat in my couch, making himself comfortable while I draped his wet clothes on the warm grate behind the fridge. We talked for a bit, catching up on each other's life over the past two years. I felt jealous, because he seemed to be doing so much and here I was wasting away in the dead-end village. He surprised me though, by praising what I was doing. “Honey is a big deal,” he said, a little frown on his face. “You just need to scale up and get connected to the right distribution channels.” I didn't go to university, but I was always learning shit from free college courses and podcasts when the internet complied, so I knew what he was talking about. “Scale up needs money and time, and that's time I have to put in my regular job.” “Let me think about it,” he replied, then leaned back in the couch with a strange smile on his face. “I see you still go to the river?” “What?” I asked, frowning at him. I was perplexed as to why he would ask about the river. “Those days were exciting even with the hard work,” he said with a longing look on his face. “Remember how we all used to play after the wash? Hide and seek, catch crawfish, eat guineps till we couldn't walk properly…” “Oh boy,” I smiled, remembering. “Those were the good old days. Kids nowadays just want to play video games. No love for nature. We don't even wash clothes down there anymore. That life pretty much done.” “Yet you were there yesterday,” he said quietly, his eyes still on my face. “You were at the river?” I asked him, a nervous type of anxiousness spreading slowly through my belly. He nodded silently, watching me. It might not be too bad, I thought to myself. Maybe he saw me going down or coming up, not necessarily in the river itself. But his next words shattered my flimsy hope. “That big pool with the mango tree over it. I was heading for it, but just as I was about to climb down the bank, I saw you. I immediately thought of leaving but I just stood there, as if I had no power to move. I'm sorry for snooping on you but it was as if you hooked me right there, and the more I looked the more you pulled me in.” I was ashamed and angry. In truth I really didn't mind if someone sees me naked if I know and can make the decision for myself. But this was Peeping Tom stuff, him seeing me and copping a look without me knowing. “You were snooping on me?” I snapped at him. “Your fault for bathing out in public,” he said calmly, a little smile dancing across his lips, no doubt enjoying himself. It was true. I knew it could happen but figured and hoped no one would be around. I was dying for a river bath; to have all the water I need to wash freely without thinking about conserving water. At least I didn't bathe fully naked, although the flimsy slip was not much covering, especially when wet. “What was so enticing?” I asked. His reasoning had taken away my excuse for being angry, and I decided to focus on the exciting part of what he had said. “Everything,” he said, a faraway look in his eyes, faraway and happy. “I could just look at you all day, if you were just standing there in that wet slip, sticking to you like a second skin, you all curvy and sweet. But when you start to wash yourself it just make it sweeter.” I am accustomed to men telling me how I look, in explicit terms. This was different. It's amazing how two men could make it clear that they want bed you, and one leaves you disgusted while the other makes you wat to take off your panties right away. Tony was the panty dropping type. He looked me in the eye once more and shuffled around in the couch, trying to make himself more comfortable, maybe because the pants were too tight for him. Without thinking my eyes slipped down to his crotch and they popped in surprise when I saw the clear outline of his hood to one side. I was surprised but the achiness in my pussy ramped up even more as I imagined him without pants. He must have caught my eyes, and I am sure now that I wanted him to see me checking him out like that. His expression changed, his eyes boring into me, so intense that it was like I was not wearing any clothes and he could see all my nakedness and even into my thoughts. it was surprising to me how comfortable and excited I felt, all alone here with him. Somehow, he had put me at ease without trying too hard, just by being himself. It helped a lot that I was already in the mood to play, but he sure revved up my interest. It was strange. He wasn't really my type. He was this nice, book type, not the big-talking rude boys I tend to like, even though they were not the best for me. Tony was different in a good way from way back, and his time in the city sure made him a sexy, confident man. “So what exactly got you so spellbound at the river?” I asked finally. “All of you, but it was a different level of wonder when you started to soap up,” he said, pulling my attention firmly back from my thoughts and squarely on to him. “It was like watching you caressing yourself for my benefit, caressing and massaging, your body wet and covered in soap bubbles. And the way you did it…it was not just a chore, not just cleaning yourself. I could tell you were enjoying it, and that part was a huge turn on too.” “I love taking a bath,” I said, my mind all woozy with the beauty and sexiness of what he was saying. I always love poetry and he was speaking the sweetest, hottest verses to me right now “And I can't forget,” he continued, eyes glazed and slowly licking his lips at the memory. “You squatted down a bit, spreading your legs wide, and the slip ride up, showing off all of them firm, smooth thighs. And then you move that soapy rag up between them. I couldn't see exactly what you were doing, but I could see your hand moving in, way in, then slowly and firmly up and down, soap suds covering all of your hand, your upper thighs and pussy area. You keep washing, up and down, then around in little circles, then in and out. I managed to look at your face a few times, hoping you were not noticing me watching you. But your eyes were closed by then…as if you were in another world. Your body trembled then, vibrating…and when you opened your eyes you looked so blissful…the joy on your face was real as your hand moved under the dress. "Afterwards you waded into deeper water and sink down till the water was up to your chest. You bobbed up and down, rinsing off. You weren't wearing any brassiere and your breasts bounced up and down, so round and juicy looking with the wet slip plastered tight on them. I couldn't take my eyes off them. You were smiling at this time, a little smile, but a real smile…and I wonder how good it must feel to get such pleasure from washing your pumpum.” He stopped talking and I realized I was staring at him, my mouth wide open, hardly breathing, legs turning jelly. My body felt hot all over and I knew I was in heat. My pumpum was fluttering, steady and strong, like another heart was down there between my legs. There was a wetness too, warm and sticky, like a raw honey spring was starting to open up inside of me. “It was a good feeling,” I said to him, but decided not to mention that all that trembling and vibrating was me cumming. Maybe he knew and decided not to go there too. “And that's what has you running over here to see me?” “Yeah,” he smiled. “It was the exclamation point. I had seen you a couple days before and was going to check on you, but that just sealed the deal. I knew I had to come and see you” “And I am glad you did. You are just what I need with this rain pouring down out there.” I was shocked at how forward I sounded, but he had me feeling a certain way and I was in no condition to resist him, not that I wanted to at all. “I wished you would say that,” he responded, flexing his strong legs, spreading them wide, causing his cock to shift and stand out even more in the tight pants. He followed my eyes, then looked back at me. “Come over here. I want to feel what it's like to stroke your pussy the way you did.” The rain was still lashing outside as I walked the short distance over to him. I stopped a few inches from him, and he leaned forward, his face in line with my crotch. He looked up at me, eyes locked with mine, a little question in his eyes. I realized he was asking permission, even though I would bet he was picking up my sex scent and knew I was ready for him. I smiled at him and he smiled back, the question disappearing from his face. He was the man now, eyes heavy with desire and a lot of good, healthy lust. His wide nostrils opened up, like a jack donkey scenting the ginnie in heat. His tongue was out, slowly moistening the thick lips, moving slowly back and forth. His hands went around my waist and down to my ass, his fingers strong and possessive, gently squeezing my big, soft ass. I grunted as the pleasure build up some more. He looked up at me, satisfied with my response, then got bolder. His hands went under my dress and palmed my ass cheeks again. This time I felt the hard warmth of his hands on my bare ass, because I was wearing one of those thongs with just a little string buried deep between my ass cheeks. “You feel good,” he said softly, his hands busy, roaming all over my ass, fingertips finding and tracing the two dimples on my left cheek, then stroking all over, exploring me to his heart's content. “I like it, don't stop,” I encouraged him, leaning in to brace myself on his broad shoulders. He was like a rock, hard and firm, and I leaned into him as he owned my ass, kneading and stroking, then spreading the cheeks apart, so wide until I could feel my pussy lips opening slightly. “No stopping,” he said again, looking up at me. He kept his eyes on mine and I felt his fingers snaked under the strings of the thongs and slowly rolled them down my thighs. He carefully removed them from around my feet, then tucked them in the pants pocket. He flipped up the hem of the dress and his head disappeared from my view. He sniffed my pussy. Sniffed again, his lips so close to my flesh I could feel his warm breath on the sensitive lips. “You smell good,” he said from beneath the dress, his voice muffled but clear enough for me to hear him above the crashing rain. “It smell like good pussy.” He stood up suddenly and pointed to the couch. “Sit down,” he said, his voice all of a sudden sounding like a command. I quickly complied, body buzzing with anticipation. “Lean back,” he commanded again. “Make yourself comfortable.” I leaned back meekly, totally at his mercy. He seemed to tower over me, standing there, legs braced, his dick thick and hard in my dead Papa's pants. “Spread your legs. Put them up on the armrest. I want you wide open for me.” I hesitated a bit, but he was having none of it. “Just do it,” he said firmly, his bare foot nudging mine. I did as he demanded, lifting my legs up on to the armrest. The dress ride up all the way on my thighs to my belly. I lay there like that, fully skin out, exposing all of my wide-open thighs and my pussy to his eyes. And the doubt hit me hard as I lay there like that, doubt filling up my mind with negative thoughts, doubt that he would be disappointed. He didn't say or do anything, just stand there, eyes fastened on my pumpum, his mouth hanging open and breathing hard. He looked like he was in a spell, like the pussy put obeah on him. The doubt vanished and I smiled with relief and satisfaction. And I could feel the warmth spreading all over me again, starting out in my open pussy, like there was a fire growing down there, growing and spreading out. “What a way you like the pussy, ehh?” I asked him, although it was more like telling him. “Yeah,” he breathed, kneeling down and shuffling in between my legs. “What you like?” “How it's pretty,” he said, eyes roving over it. “So fat and juicy looking. The way you trim it low I can see all the meat. So plump and fresh looking. And the way it's opening up, showing off the sweet puffy brown lips and that wet, pink insides. Look at the clit…I can't wait to lick it good.” “Lick…??” He must have seen the shock on my face because he laughed and firmly nodded his head, making it clear he was going to do whatever he wanted. “Never get your pussy licked? Anybody ever eat you out?” “No,” I said, shocked and embarrassed at the same time, but the excitement hit me hard and I feel my pussy spasm, the hole opening and closing like the mouth of a red snapper out of water. He moved fast without any warning. One minute he was staring at my pumpum pulsing before him and the next second his head dive in and his tongue was swiping through my pussy from bottom all the way up to the top. It was electric, his thick warm tongue licking my wet flesh like he was licking his favorite Devon House ice-cream, when you don't want it to melt and waste in the hot sun. “Oh Jesus,” I moaned, shutting my eyes in ecstasy and my toes curled as the pleasure run through my legs, almost giving me muscle contract as my body tensed up from the sweetness. “It's not Jesus,” he said, talking directly into my pussy. “It's Tony.” His hands grasped my thighs and pushed them wider apart and his lips fastened on my clit and sucked softly. As my head threatened to explode his tongue flicked out and lashed the sensitive meat, swirling around it in little circles that drove me wild. “Rahtid,” I gasped. “it's so good.” “Lots more to come,” he promised, leaning back and looking up at me, his mouth glistening with my pussy juice. “Just lean back and enjoy it.” His hands were warm and firm on my thighs, pressing in, bending me back in two until my legs were pressed against my breasts and my pussy and ass were wide open, on full display before his hungry eyes. I could see all of it, between my big tits, past my rounded tummy and between my thighs. The pussy mound was high, like a little round hill with the trimmed bush barely hiding the meat beneath. The mound split, separating into the plump pussy lips that always stand out like two juicy sausages in my panties, so fat they were usually peeping out on each side of the panty. And right in the middle, above the deep pussy groove, was the clit, as big as my thumb top, standing up hard, glistening with his spit and my cream. He was in awe of my pumpum, but his eyes were everywhere, roving all over my body. I love my body, but I have this shame about some parts, like my tummy. His eyes were glowing, pure joy in them as he took in all of me. From my full breasts, over my belly, then down my quaking thighs then back up to my pussy, resting there, like it was the gold mine of his search. He licked my inner thighs, the soft, delicate flesh just below my pumpum, the part that kissed each other when I sit down or walk. “That sweet,” I said, trying to spread my legs more, invite him in even more. He licked again, a long, slow lick from my fleshy thigh up to my sex, stopping just below the fat lips. “I'm not playing with you anymore,' he said, eyes flashing up to me before returning to the business at hand. True, he had just licked my pussy, and I was now exposed to the pleasure of oral sex. But I wasn't prepared for the intense pleasure, the strange closeness and the nastiness that he was about to deliver to me, straight through my eager, creaming pussy. He licked me again, his tongue delving into the center of my pussy, slurping up my sticky juices, then licking the tender inner lips. "Oh God,” I moaned, as his tongue bored back into my hot hole and lapped me up, like he was drinking his favorite soup. He sucked up and down, drawing out the creamy cum, the sounds lewd and sexy all at once. It was sex sound, pussy sound, pleasure sound and my body and mind accepted and reacted to it, making my cunt even more soft and gushy, till the cream leaked out of me, running down the crease in my ass cheeks and on to the couch. “Eat out my pussy,” I coaxed him, my hand now on his shaved head, urging him on. He didn't need any encouragement, but the slurping got louder, and his tongue felt like a little cock, stimulating every nerve in my pumpum. “My clit now,' I groaned, arching up my ass off the couch, offering him all of my pussy. "Suck it like a lollipop. He did. "Oh sweet Jesus,' I bawled, as the heat and electricity exploded in my fat clit, sending the shivers down into my pumpum. He lapped me, the thick pink tongue gliding in and out of my pussy as it spasmed and spewed more cream for him to slurp. His hands left my thighs and I held them wide for him as his hands spread my pussy lips wide open and he dove in, his tongue straight and firm, digging into me like a hard cock. "Oh God, you so nasty,” I wailed as the tongue lashing put me in tremors. He didn't answer but suddenly I felt his finger sliding into my pussy and his tongue moved to claim my clit. He fucked me slowly with his finger, sinking all the way in then stroking firmly on the way out, teasing and exciting my pussy as no one had ever done before. He sucked and licked my clit at the same time, making me bawl with the twin pleasure. The rain thundered on the roof, matching my wails, and I felt a huge pressure building up inside me, way down in the depths of my cunt. It started to vibrate, big waves of delight rolling out with each lick and each finger fuck stroke. My body was trembling too, shaking in a frenzy. I gripped his head again, mashing his face into my cum plastered pussy and my thighs closed around his shoulders, squeezing and pressing him into me, as if I wanted his entire body to fuck my overstimulated pussy “Come for me now,' he ordered, screwing me with two fingers now, his lips and tongue going back to my clit, abusing it with delicious swirls and licks. My pussy was on fire, thanks to this grown up country nerd and I bellowed in the rain, cross-eyed and delirious from the pleasure attack. "Come for me,” he commanded again. “Give it up gal. Make this fat pussy buss in my mouth.” It was too sweet. And the rough, in-charge patois pushed me over the edge. The spasm hit like a big earthquake and the pussy erupted. The ecstasy washed over me, and I bucked up into him, bawling with every bolt of pleasure. He stayed with me, holding me in place, his lips and tongue working on my heated clit, keeping the pleasure going as my juices flowed like ripe honey, coating his lips and chin. Finally it slowed down, and I relaxed back into the couch, the seat warm and sticky beneath me. He moved his mouth off my pussy and leaned in over me, a pleased puss smile on his face. He was plastered in cum, and I could see a small piece of pussy hair sticking to his lip. I gently removed it and showed it to him, and we laughed out loud. Suddenly I heard the hurried footsteps out back and I looked at Tony in shock and worry. He heard it too, a questioning look on his face. I moved quickly, no time to think about a big plan. “Go hide under the bed in there,” I instructed, pointing in the direction of my bedroom. “take your shoes with you.” His eyes widened in surprise, but he didn't question me, just did as I said. I straightened out my dress, looked around for my panties and recalled that Tony had put them in the pants pocket. I pushed the couch back in its right spot and cringed at the wet spot on it. I didn't have time to come up with a solution because the door rattled for a second or two then burst open as Mama rushed in, dripping rainwater. “You all wet,” I said. “Let me get you a towel.” “It's ok,” she replied. “I'll dry off after I get some food stuff at the shop. I just stopped to drop off my handbag and a few things. Thought of sending you but I need to pick out some things myself.” I breathed a big sigh of relief and waited in suspense, hoping Tony would keep quiet and out of sight. “It smell a little funny in here,” Mama frowned, nose sniffing the air. I knew what it was, and it was all over me and on the couch, like an irresistible perfume. “Might be the saltfish?” I asked innocently, gesturing towards the pot that contained the salted cod that was soaking in the water, in preparation for cooking. “Hmm,” she said doubtfully. “Must be a different type of saltfish that. It really smell high this time. Anyway, let me go get these things and come back. Start boil the saltfish.” She left the way she came in and when she got to the front of the house I watched her, peeking out through a small gap between the curtain and the wall. I waited until she was out the yard and up to the street, then watched some more until she disappeared around the corner. “You can come out now,” I called out to Tony. He was out in no time, a look of relief on his face and I could tell he was dying to laugh as well. “That was close, eh? You think really fast on your feet. What if there was no saltfish on the stove?” “I'd have to come up with something I guess,” I said, laughing at him. I switched the water in the pot and turned on the stove. We stood in silence for a bit, smiling at each other, eyes communicating the same message of delight over what we just did. But then his eyes roamed my body once more and grew sharp with desire. I looked at him, mouth going dry as I picked up his intention. My pussy clenched at the realization and I shivered with the thought of what he wanted to do to me. “You want to fuck me?” I asked slowly. “Yeah,” he nodded, moving in and kissing me. It was a long, deep kiss, and I tasted me in the kiss. I could tell he wanted me to taste it because he licked me all over, sucking in my wetness and giving me his, mingling everything together for us to enjoy as we greedily licked and sucked each other's lips and tongue. His hands palmed my ass once more and crushed me against him so that his hard cock rubbed against my lower belly, just above my pussy mound. He dipped slightly until it was pressed firmly against my sex. He rubbed against me like that and I felt him everywhere; his tongue deep in my mouth, hard chest stimulating my hard nipples, his hands spreading my ass cheeks and his cock exciting my pussy. “A going to fuck you now before your mother come back. Come over here.” He stripped off quickly and stood before me naked. I took my time. In the back of my head I knew we didn't have a lot of time and I needed him to dick me down good, but I took my time. He was fine. His body was hard from years of hard country work and developing bigger and harder, most likely from sports or the gym. His cock was a magnet. Even as I drank in his entire body I was tracking it from the corner of my eyes. It was there in shadowy form, but very real in the unmistakable bulk and the slight bobbing as he rocked back and forth on his heels. I looked at it now, fully giving it all my attention. It was not long but thick and heavy looking, very much like him, the skin smooth and tight, with a big vein running from top to bottom. He was circumcised, and the bulby head was extra smooth and shiny, as if it was polished with the greatest care. “I want to touch it,” I heard myself say. It wasn't my first cock by a long shot, but it had me in a trance, making me act like a spellbound virgin. “Say please,” he said, voice so firm I looked at him in surprise. “Say please,” he said again, eyes staring me down. “Please,” I said, my voice suddenly meek and soft, wondering how this man was bossing me around in my own house. “Get down on your knees.” Anger started to well up in me, but he moved into me, his eyes no more than two inches from mine. He was intense and in charge, suddenly reminding me of the big mongrel stalking the bitch in heat, knowing she was at his mercy. He knew I wanted him badly, and he was taking advantage of it to control me now. He saw the surrender in my eyes and his eyes blazed with the knowledge of the full conquest. His hands were on my shoulders, gentle but firm at the same time. I went down to my knees, the floor hard beneath them. I stared at his thigs, firm and strong like the mahogany tree trunk. His cock swayed between them, capturing my attention once more. I took it in my hands, cupping it, amazed at the heaviness and the heat radiating from it, thinking how it would easily fill up my pussy and heat it up. I caressed it slowly with my fingers, loving the smooth, silky feel, then closing my eyes and tracing the vein, enjoying the ridged feel. He inhaled suddenly and I looked up to see the look of pleasure on his face and it filled me with satisfaction that I could affect him like that. I circled the shiny head and he inhaled and grunted when my fingertip brushed the wide-open pee hole. “That's good,” he groaned, his thighs trembling with tension, as if he was in some sort of torture, which I guess he was, but the good type. I had never done it before and had no plans to do so but I took his cock in my mouth. His reaction had me charged up now, and the hood was so pretty and scary looking at the same time that I must have lost my mind and gave into whatever erotic message my pussy was sending. “Oh God,” he moaned, as I took the fat head in and let my saliva cover it. I sucked him softly, knowing that his dick head was bound to be super sensitive. “Yeah, I like that,” he grunted, his hips swinging forward to push some more dick into my mouth. I gently braced against his thighs to stop him from choking me and I licked him good, getting the head sloppy and wet and excited. “You suck cock good,” he mumbled, his hands firm on my shoulders as he slowly fucked my mouth with just the cock head. “But a not cumming like this. A going to fuck you. Get up.” I got up quickly and he flipped me around and guided me up on the couch, spreading my thighs as wide as they could go. He rolled up my dress until my ass and back were bare and my breasts hang exposed, brushing slightly against the backrest. I grabbed a hold of the couch and looked back at him, eager to see him preparing to fuck me. He was ready. His eyes were firmly planted on my swaying ass cheeks, then traveling down to stare at my wide-open lips and cum soaked pussy. His right hand was on my waist, steadying my body, and his left hand palmed the dick that looked really hard and fat now. I shivered in anticipation and my body vibrated with pleasure when the blunt head creased my waiting pussy lips. I kept my eyes on him and he looked me in the eyes as he slowly fed the thick hood into my pussy. The head stuck for a brief moment and I felt his fullness then, giving my soft, plump lips a good stretch before popping in. I felt the immediate relief and the sweetness, but he did not give me any time to rest. He lunged forward in one smooth motion and buried the cock all the way in my pussy. I took him like a champion, and the wet pussy squelched and farted when he bottomed out. He leaned in and his hands circled me, one high around my breasts and the other low, his forearm keeping me tight against him as his fingers and palm cupped my pussy mound. “We going to fuck now,” he whispered in my ears, and then he was hitting it hard. The couch rocked and the rain fell in a soft drizzle, barely audible on the roof as he screwed into me, every stroke churning my cream and filling the room with the sound of good fucking. “Give it to me good,” I begged him, slamming back on to his strokes. “Take it,' he ordered, pulling me in tighter and rabbit fucked me so hard that my pussy was creaming nonstop and his balls were slapping good against my clit as my insides burned with the sweetness. "Fuck me, you fucker,” I cried, fingers digging into the couch for dear life as he stroked me good. “I bet you dying for this pussy, huh?” “Oh yes,” he grunted. “I never dreamt it would happen for real, so I am a lucky man.” “I am lucky too,” I said, screwing my ass and squealing in delight as the fucking felt sweeter with the new motion. “You can fuck,” he said with admiration. “I love that. Love when a woman show that she love the sex.” “You good too,” I groaned, as he slowed down and sink it deep into me, the big vein rubbing and stimulating my steamy pussy. “I could fuck you all day and night but a want you to cum and your Mama soon come back.” He shifted behind me, climbing up on the couch, crouching over me like a male lion, his feet outside my legs, his hard, wet cock bobbing against my puffy labia. His left hand was now lower on my pussy, fingers over the lips, his other hand on my shoulder. He slid into me, gliding in easily, his cock soaked in my juices. I felt the difference when he picked up the speed, the cock hitting different, raking more against the front part of my pussy. He got into a steady rhythm and I rested on the couch and closed my eyes as my pussy hummed once more under the relentless dicking. “I love it,” I whispered, almost to myself. “You have good pussy,” he whispered back. “And I am owning it, ok?” He fucked me, over and over and I wailed into the lazy drizzle as my pussy voiced its pleasure with wet, sucking sounds. “Your Mama is coming,' he said. Panic surged in me and I glanced out the window. She was coming for real, hustling in the light drizzle. "You have 30 seconds to cum,” he said. “So that we will have time to clean up enough. Come with me.” He quickened the pace, his cock pumping into me in earnest, causing the juice to fly out of my pussy and wetting up my thighs. His finger found my clit, stroking it and giving me even more pleasure. I rocked with him, skewering my pussy on his hard cock, loving the delicious ache as she pounded my pussy. I stared out, anxiety mounting as I saw Mama coming closer and closer. And the exquisite sensations in my pussy grew and grew until I was shaking all over in ecstasy. I felt his cock pulsed in me, like a drumbeat. It pulsed again, harder this time, and with each stroke it vibrated even more until the extra stimulation was too much to bear. My pussy quaked, tremored, pulsed…and then it exploded. “Oh Jesus, I am coming,” I wailed. “Good,” he grunted, his strokes harder and shorter now, his fingers delivering mind numbing pleasure to my clit as I gushed on his dick. “I'm coming now,” he warned, and his cock pulsed powerfully in the middle of my orgasm, and I felt the gush of semen as he filled me up. He fucked me through it, and I held him tight to me, enjoying the feel of his cock vibrating in my clasping pussy as his seed swirled in me. There wasn't much room for it and it soon leaked out on to my vulva. I wanted to stay there and savor it, revel in the sweet nastiness but Mama was less than two minutes away. “Let's clean up,” I said, shuffling beneath him. He backed away carefully, his cock making an audible pop as it left my pussy. I suddenly felt the emptiness and wished I could sink back on to him, but had to use common sense. We cleaned up quickly, fixing up as best as possible. The scent of well fucked pussy hung heavy in the air, and I panicked again at the thought of Mama walking into it. But relief washed over me a second later, rolling in on the pungent aroma of boiling saltfish. I opened the door, casually looking out as I let in fresh air to help freshen the room. “Tony!” Mama gushed as soon as she set eyes on him. “What a pleasant surprise!” The joy and respect were evident in her eyes. And he looked smart and respectable there, all dressed up again, his manner very much like the intelligent, church-going young man she knew. I grinned to myself, doing my best to keep the expression inside of me. It was funny seeing her reverence when she would have been horrified if she had seen him fucking me senseless just minutes ago. I grinned again as I felt his seed seeping from my still throbbing pussy. “You have to stay for dinner,” she said, bustling about the kitchen. “How long you down for?” ‘All of the summer, ma'am.“ "Well, it's good to have you and I hope you will visit us some more.” “Yes ma'am,” he said with a straight face. My expression was neutral too as my bare pussy pulsed at the thought of him visiting again and again. by Kuntry yute for Literotica

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We are 6 days removed from the Seattle Seahawks defeat, and the Detroit Lions are in a bad mood and ready for vengeance. Rolling into Motown this week is the 2-0 Atlanta Falcons, spearheaded by the formidable 1-2 punch of Bijan Robinson and Tyler Allgeier and fielding a defence that has given up a measly average of 17 points a game over the first 2 weeks. Join the panel as they preview week 3 for the Detroit Lions. Can we stop the Falcons run game? Can the Lions defence get it's act together? Can the team win what is a critical game going into a short week? One thing we do know is every time we play the Falcons, it's stress inducing and always goes down to the wire! We will be joined by Atlanta Falcons fan Big Low Kuntry who will give us the lowdown on the Falcons and why they will be eyeing up a 3-0 start to the season. Explicit Language is in this Podcast. Facebook page: @Roarothelionsuk Facebook group: Detroit Lions Fans UK One Pride World Wide Twitter: @ROTL_UK Instagram: @ROTL.UK Twitch: rotl_uk YouTube: Roar Of The Lions UK Website: Roarofthelionsuk.com

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Slim and Kuntry are back with another CnA Short video with an update on the oral sex situation.

Slim and Kuntry are back with another CnA Short video about IG post "Doctors warning about oral sex causing throat cancer"

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Slim and Kuntry jump into Nintendo increasing wages despite the 20% sales drop. Orange Crush weekend gets crazy and videos show everything.

Thoughtful Tuesday with Co-Host SC  (Interview with Comedian Kuntry T)

Slim and Kuntry let you know which state could banned TikTok first in the US and the 200K shower on the highway.

Slim and Kuntry talk about homeowners making tax-free money renting out their homes. Mcdonald's closes corporate offices as it lays offs hundreds of workers.

Joining us on this pop up show is Big Low Kuntry Sports and @RIFalcons(Twitter)! Draft is around the corner and we here to give you some scenarios that could happen on draft night. Jalen Carter might not be there at 8 so what should we do next? Fans want Bijan Robinson but should you draft him at 8 or trade back? Pull up and let's talk about it! RiseUp #nfl #football #sports #Nflnews #Nfldraft #AtlantaFalcons #Atlanta #DrakeLondon #DesmondRidder #Nfcsouth #Podcast #FalconsNews #FalconsChat #FalconsFans #LIVE #CalaisCampbell #ScottyMiller #NFLDRAFT #NFLDRAFT2023 #JalenCarter #BijanRobinson #LukeVanNess #NolanSmith #WillAnderson https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_IsZ23iJMeI&t=71s

Slim & Kuntry jump into the new restrictions with the VPN, the US currency is in trouble, and France is not playing with their influencers

Slim and Kuntry have a special guest from season one. Discussing life, relationships, marriage, and etc.

Slim and Kuntry wrap up the Ja situation and dive right into the IRS.

Another Sunday with no Atlanta Falcons football but we are here to keep you posted on what's going on with the organization. Special guest Saivion Mixson stops by to tell us his thoughts on the Falcons! Big S/O to the special guest co host Big Low Kuntry Sports!! Falcons fans 4 life!! #Atlanta #Falcons

Slim and Kuntry dive into custom shoes, and luxury brands.

Slim and Kuntry are back with another kickin s--t episode to wrap up February.

On this week's episode of Big, Tan & Rich, we talk Buc-ee's, Ant Man, what's next for Marvel (no spoilers), NFL cuts, updates on Titans and Saints. Plus, we chat about the week and more. Give it a listen y'all! 

Slim and Kuntry find the story about the worker accused of taking $1.5 million in chicken wings. Bape has to prepare for a big legal battle with a Giant shoe company.

Now here's a KUNTRY song. Hope y'all enjoy! ****I don't own the rights to this song, or any songs I talk about throughout this podcast.**** One Two Step Closer- Joe Nichols Songwriters: Lance Alan Miller, Justin Lantz IG/Twitter/TikTok: @andy_mwl Email: podcast.millennial@gmail.com

Slim and Kuntry touch on the police situation which leads to the death of Tyre Nichols, South Florida nursing schools selling fake diplomas, and Valentine's Day is here again so you know what that means.

Slim and Kuntry talk about a blind guy being able to identify if a person is black based on how aggressive they speak. A woman hits for million at a slot machine and it goes left. Things across the globe get interesting with the animal kingdom.

Slim and Kuntry dive into the sex scandal with the Lavergne, Tennessee police. A crazy woman does a number on the airport and Caresha loves her golden showers. Also random conversations between subjects as well. 

From Division 1 football to building Steep Kuntry Outdoors with his father, Rich Bettencourt has transformed himself from a gridiron grinder to a backcountry beast. We talk about his journey, losing 80lbs after his football career to the growth of Steep Kuntry and relationships built with Pnuma Outdoors and sharing his passion for the outdoors, Rich and his father have built a truly unique brand. Check out this weeks episode and enjoy! Links: Instagram: @SteepKuntryOutdoors Youtube: @SteepKuntryOutdoors www.hunthikeharvest.com Want more deals and discounts? Head over to the H3O webpage and take full advantage of all the discounts exclusive to our followers. Use the code H3O20 and save 20% off your entire first order at Pnuma! Go to www.pnumaoutdoors.com/hunthikeharvest --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app

Slim n Kuntry reflect on the Thanksgiving holidays and talk about different situations. It is very important to love yourself.

Slim N Kuntry brings you another Thanksgiving episode with Kuntry rant and Black Friday events. 

Big Low joins us to help breakdown this upcoming matchup with the Bengals and of course get into other Falcons talk!! Listener email Big Low's thoughts on the team and Arthur Smith. Belief in Marcus? Run game going to continue vs. the Bengals? What to watch for from Cincy's offense and defense. Hell of an In or Out segment! Make sure to leave us a 5 star review on Spotify or iTunes. Write us a few kind words on iTunes and we'll shout you out on the show! Tell your Falcons friends and family. Much love Dirty Birds! --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/outtayourfalconmind/support

Sports Illustrated's James Rapien joins Off The Bench to talk about  Falcons YouTuber Big Low Kuntry joins the show to share thoughts about the Bengals/Falcons game. Writer of The Morning Line Paul Daughtery joins OTB to talk about the status of the Bengals season. Tracy Jones joins for his usual Thursday segment.

This week we talk about Week 1 in the NFL and the heartbreak that I suffered via the Atlanta Falcons. We chop it up with Kuntry Cool about their musical journey. Join us live, every Monday at The Blendz 2 (632 S. Central Ave in Hapeville, GA). Doors open at 7 and we shut down at midnight.

Slim and Kuntry vibing and kickin s—t

Join Big Q as he covers the latest Black & Gold News topics.- Big Low form Big Low Kuntry Sports joins us to help breakdown the regular season week one match up against the Atlanta Falcons- & MORE...Please sub, like & share! LINKTREE- https://linktr.ee/thepromedianetworkTSC HAT SHOP: https://tinyurl.com/PROHATSHOPGET YOUR TEAMJAMEIS GEAR TODAY! SUPPORT OUR QB NOW! https://tinyurl.com/JAMEISFAITHhttps://tinyurl.com/teamjameisgearTodays stream is entitled: Saints Vs Falcons WK 1 Preview with guest Big Low Kuntry Sports

Slim N Kuntry discuss Top 10 worst nutritional cearals, A mother becomes a surrogate for her son, Another Mother engage in sexual acts with her son and his girlfriend, Story time with Kuntry and Slim's Q&A, Tap in for a good time.

Slim N Kuntry Discuss the tear down and build up. Kuntry rant leads to McDonald's and Slim has a moment.

Actor/Comedian Jordan Jackson sits down with the Cognac Boyz Fredo Davis & Ron Manley --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/cognacboyz/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/cognacboyz/support

Slim and Kuntry discuss Mike Tyson's edibles, situation that makes you question everything, and the question of the day.  --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app

The Snake Pit Episode 178 With Kuntry Dela Rosa. Follow Kuntry Dela Rosa :https://www.instagram.com/weirdokuntry/https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100010237428579Watch The Shadows are Upon You: A short film by Bradley Garcia.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vNlTkrR3lScFollow Hella Soft :https://www.instagram.com/hella.soft/https://www.instagram.com/texaschainsawalchemist/Subscribe to the Youtube https://www.youtube.com/c/TheSnakePitWithRattlesnakeRoySubscribe to the Patreon https://www.patreon.com/rattlesnakeroyBuy Snake Pit Merch https://thesnakepitwithrattlesnakeroy.com/Follow on social mediaTwitter: https://twitter.com/rattlesnakeroyInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/rattlesnakeroy_/Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/rattlesnakeroyTikTok : https://www.tiktok.com/@thesnakepitpod?lang=en

Slim and Kuntry discuss the Snow Day that had everyone lost in the sauce, Nike and Columbia wants to terminate all employees that have not taken the Jab, and Netflix price markups are getting out of controlled. Tune in  --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app

Big Q covers the latest news on the your Black & Gold Saints. In this show discuss the New Orleans Saints (8-8) VS the Atlanta Falcons (7-9) match up on the road with Atlanta Falcon Broadcaster Big Low Kuntry Sports. Please subscribe, like & share the shows link!**********************************************************************❤️ GET THE MERCH NOW & SUPPORT THE PLATFORM WHO DAT BABY! ❤️ FB SHOP: https://tinyurl.com/FBProshop❤️PRO SHOP 1 https://tinyurl.com/theproshops1❤️ PRO SHOP 2: https://tinyurl.com/theproshops2**********************************************************************

Slim and Kuntry discuss business ventures and other thing with Phaion Mack. Tune in to this episode. --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app

Big Q covers the New Orleans Saints latest news & notes. In todays stream we welcome in Big Low from Big Low Kuntry Sports to discuss the Saints/Falcons match up.(Summary) Matt Ryan's last and longest of several deep completions spared the Atlanta Falcons from another infamous collapse.Ryan hit Cordarrelle Patterson for a 64-yard gain with a minute left to set up Younghoe Koo's 29-yard field goal as time expired, and Atlanta defeated mistake-prone New Orleans on Sunday after allowing the Saints to wipe out an 18-point, fourth-quarter deficit.GET YOUR #2TEAMJAMEIS GEAR TODAY! SUPPORT OUR QB NOW! https://tinyurl.com/teamjameisgearBuy The TSC Show Theme Song https://tinyurl.com/tscthemesongTodays stream is entitled: TSC: WK 9 Saints VS Falcons Watch PartyPlease subscribe, like & share the shows link!**********************************************************************❤️ GET THE MERCH NOW & SUPPORT THE PLATFORM WHO DAT BABY! ❤️ FB SHOP: https://tinyurl.com/FBProshop❤️PRO SHOP 1 https://tinyurl.com/theproshops1❤️ PRO SHOP 2: https://tinyurl.com/theproshops2**********************************************************************

(DISCLAIMER… THIS IS JUST AUDIO FOR THE MOST PART … WE HAD SOME AUDIO ISSUES, BUT WE GOT THE POINT ACROSS! IT'S NOT THAT BAD.) ON TODAYS PODCAST I SPOKE WITH RALPH “COACH RALP” LEWIS. WE SPOKE ON HIS UPBRINGING, MENTORSHIP, BEING A COACH AND MAKING IT TO THE CHIP AND MUCH MUCH MORE. TUNE IN AND SHARE LIKE SUBSCRIBE AND COMMENT. ALL CONTENT IS UP ON SPOTIFY, GOOGLE AND WHEREEVER YOU LISTENING NEEDS ARE AT. VIDEO IS UP ON YOUTUBE PER USUAL. THANK YOU. --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app

Savage Kuntry Interview Lets Talk Carl Thomas, LiL Boosie, Jay-Z, Showtime & Plus More! | I Trust Self EP: 75 What's The Truth ? I Trust Self is a family based company. We here to show love and respect to the world! This is a turn for the best actually a win for the crew. Thank Everyone The Three 'F' (Family) (Friends) (Fans) Host @vantheman973 @dollasignison @sheenatamikah @clack58_blkbennjerry --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/itrustselfpodcast/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/itrustselfpodcast/support

Welcome back to RLVNTNEWS PODCAST SEASON II where you can find some relevant news, meet new artists from around the nation and I promise you'll enjoy it. On todays show we pull up with M-Mason, Lz Worth, Steel Kuntry, Doedi Dizzle, Naps, Sosa, Yungdaygo, Dev, O.G. Buccet Loc, Doc Dallas, DJ One Eye & Atrain Dagod  at the 1ST ANNUAL 2021 OKC HIP HOP MUSIC FESTIVAL. Shouts out to everyone who pulled up, I didn't get to chop it up with everyone but we gon get it regardless, but its LRM OVER EVERYTHING and I HOPE YOU ENJOY. SEASON II FINALE DROPS WHEN I FEEL LIKE ITS NEEDED. 

Slim N Kuntry Discuss a moment within a thought, trip gone wrong with unexpected guest, IKEA prank gone wrong, and Lottery winner didn't see it coming. --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app

Slim and Kuntry convo with Troy and getting to know her. Finding out how Troy got started, Minnesota Women, and Unemployment. --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app

Slim and Kuntry discuss Memorial Day weekend, a dollar a day, RIP Paul Mooney, and more. So tune in and enjoy this kicking s-t episode --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app

Slim and Kuntry discuss Gold Rush in the mountain where digging leads to finding gold,Synthetic fraud ain’t paying no rent when you finesse the system they get piss, and They’re the BOTS so now we know why kicks were sold out because there was a inside women & child. --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app

MEET OUR GUEST: Gloria is a vegan blogger who decided to cook vegan meals for the community. When Covid hit she had to switch up the strategy so she decided to do cooking demos via zoom. She did a small catering with masks and social distances enforced. Since Covid started she has been doing a mix of online vegan cooking demos and small catering for customers. Gloria turned to zoom for the cooking demos. She has also created online cooking class on Eventbrite. She is a blogger and she works full time as a Nurse's Aid in a local hospital and do her vegan cooking as a side job to generate extra income. FB: https://www.facebook.com/soulfulvegan72 Subscribe to Pivot! A Vegan Business Interview Series on Soundwise

Slim N Kuntry discuss Master P and old Tesla Engineer create a new car. Trump pardons 150 people which Slim & Kuntry believes it was a money play. Disrespectful trying to give black people one month which is Black History Month to celebrate but everything happens. Tune in to hear Slim and Kuntry ranted --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app

In this episode, we begin with country artist Addison Johnson about his journey in music, and his upcoming album, Dark Side Of The Mountain. From there we recapped NFL games of the divisional round, and briefly analyzed the NBA. Following sports, friend to the show, Luke Wagner joined us to talk about some evolutions in music. We hope you enjoy Episode 8 of The Bobby Turtle Podcast! Thanks for tuning in and be sure to go follow the socials @bobbyturtlepod across the board.  --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/bobbyturtlepod/support

Slim N Kuntry talking about Christmas and the holidays plus Slim gets lost mid episode and Kuntry has to reel him back in. --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app

Special Guest @cakeby_theocean grace Slim and Kuntry her presence to talk about Situationships and etc. So tune in --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app

Episode 79 with Kuntry Dela Rosa.Follow Kuntryhttps://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100010237428579https://www.instagram.com/weirdokuntry/Subscribe to Kuntry's Youtube Channel https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCTAYeN4_Bkn4yaeqP1ndOgASubscribe to the YouTube Channel The Snake Pit https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCB8DdfBdgoJnNQoZsI1O5MQSubscribe to the Patreon https://www.patreon.com/rattlesnakeroyCheck out the website https://thesnakepitwithrattlesnakeroy.com/Follow on social mediaTwitter: https://twitter.com/rattlesnakeroyInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/rattlesnakeroy_/Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/rattlesnakeroy

CRAGG Live From December 12th, 2020Kookshow Baby's Kuntry Khristmas KornerJoin us this week as Kookshow Baby takes over for her annual 2 hour Christmas special.  For this year's Kookshow's Kuntry Khristmas Korner, Kookshow Baby shares a profile on Dolly Parton's new Christmas album "A Holly Dolly Christmas" among other fun holiday treats.  Listen to the show HERE.What is CRAGG Live Anyways?!  The flagship radio show of Cult Radio A-Go-Go!'s, CRAGG Live is a lively 3 hour talk radio show hosted by Terry and Tiffany DuFoe LIVE from an old abandoned Drive-In Movie theater with Wicked Kitty and Fritz the studio cats and CRAGG The Gargoyle. We play retro pop culture, Drive-In movie, classic TV and old radio audio along with LIVE on the air celebrity interviews from the world of movies, TV, music, print, internet and a few odd balls thrown in for good measure. We air Saturdays 6:30-9:30 pm PST.We air on www.cultradioagogo.com which is a 24/7 free internet radio network of old time radio, music, movie trailers, old nostalgic commercials, snack bar audio, AND much more!  This show is copyright 2020 DuFoe Entertainment and the live interviews contained in this show may not be reproduced, transcribed or posted to a blog, social network or website without written permission from DuFoe Entertainment.NOTE* There is a brief leader before & after the show which was recorded "LIVE" off the air.

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Slim and Kuntry discuss riots and police brutality --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app

Host Miranda Monday, Co-host Joe Kemp, and producer Jason Aaron chat with Kuntry Strong & Danny McAllen (aka Danny O’Moore) of BoonDock Kingz

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CRAGG Live From December 14th, 2019Kookshow Baby's Kuntry Khristmas Korner 2019Join us this week as backwoods barbie Kookshow Baby takes over CRAGG Live for a 2 hour Christmas special featuring classic country & western music! Listen to the show HERE.What is CRAGG Live Anyways?!  The flagship radio show of Cult Radio A-Go-Go!'s, CRAGG Live is a lively 3 hour talk radio show hosted by Terry and Tiffany DuFoe LIVE from an old abandoned Drive-In Movie theater with Wicked Kitty and Fritz the studio cats and CRAGG The Gargoyle. We play retro pop culture, Drive-In movie, classic TV and old radio audio along with LIVE on the air celebrity interviews from the world of movies, TV, music, print, internet and a few odd balls thrown in for good measure. We air Saturdays 6:30-9:30 pm PST.We air on www.cultradioagogo.com which is a 24/7 free internet radio network of old time radio, music, movie trailers, old nostalgic commercials, snack bar audio, AND much more!  This show is copyright 2019 DuFoe Entertainment and the live interviews contained in this show may not be reproduced, transcribed or posted to a blog, social network or website without written permission from DuFoe Entertainment.NOTE* There is a brief leader before & after the show which was recorded "LIVE" off the air.

On this episode, Dr. Jones learns from Community & Education Advocate Ms. Elisha Booth as she discusses the three fold efforts of her organization Kuntry Kidz, Inc. This nonprofit organization is designed to expose middle and high school students to unique opportunities that help them to overcome self-defeating talk and complacency in order to excel in the future.

The Music Featured On This Weeks Episode Is From The Following Albums: H.J. Kuntry – They Call Me H.J. Kuntry (1975) Patreon.com/oldsoulradioshow (Subscribe to show on Apple device) Itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/w.b.-walkers-old-soul-radio/id632683666?mt=2 (Subscribe to show on Android device) Stitcher.com/podcast/wb-walkers-old-soul-radio-show Glen-simpson.com All music is used with permission.

We laten je met een gitaar en bierfles het verschil horen tussen pop en country, spelen de openingstune live en worden steeds zatter.--Koop hier je kaartje voor de 100ste aflevering LIVE in Ekko met Lowlands eindbaas Eric van Eerdenburg, op dinsdag 25 juni: www.klapvandemolen.org.--Wil jij met je plaat op onze speler in de uitzending? Stuur ‘m in met een gezellig handgeschreven briefje:Klap van de MolenCAB-Rondom 90A3534 BE Utrecht--Heb jij een opmerking over deze podcast of wil je een vraag of punt indienen die we behandelen tijdens het volgende gesprek? Stuur een whats-app spraakbericht naar De Kroegmobiel: 06 494 222 31--Klap van de Molen is de podcast over muziek van David Achter de Molen die elke 14 dagen verschijnt. In elke aflevering nieuwe muziektips, gesprekken met mensen uit de industrie en verslagen vanaf festivals.--Vind jij deze podcast tof? Ben jij een vaste luisteraar en wil je iets terug doen? Steun de podcast en word daarmee Patron! Als patron geniet je voordelen zoals inspraak in de podcast, patron-only posts, de afleveringen eerder dan de rest horen, nooit uitgezonden afleveringen luisteren, t-shirts van de podcast en de mogelijkheid om van tevoren vragen in te dienen. Daarnaast geef je mij de mogelijkheid om deze podcast verder te ontwikkelen naar concrete doelen die ik op mijn Patreon pagina opgesteld heb. Ook kan ik dankzij deze kerngroep van vaste luisteraars de gesprekken aan blijven bieden zoals je ze nu kent, namelijk zonder tussenkomst van grote bedrijven.Wordt onderdeel van de club op www.patreon.com/klapvandemolen--De laatste episodes van de podcast zijn te luisteren via: iTunes: bit.ly/KlapvaniTunesSpotify: bit.ly/KlapvanSpotifyYouTube: bit.ly/KlapvanYouTubeIn je browser: www.klapvandemolen.orgVolg Klap van de Molen op:Facebook: www.facebook.com/klapvandemolenInstagram: www.instagram.com/klapvandemolenTwitter: twitter.com/klapvandemolennDe nummers die je in de meest recente afleveringen hoorde, zijn te vinden in deze playlist op Spotify: bit.ly/DraaiMolen (maandelijks ververst).Op mijn website zie je welke podcasts ik nog meer produceer en hoe je met mij in contact kan komen: www.davidachterdemolen.com

On this episode of Kyle Moucha Won't Shut Up the guys "kunrty." Continue Reading → The post Episode 11 – Kuntry Kyle appeared first on Moot.tv.

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You can see tonights Spicecast guests right on over at SideTracks Music Hall for HIP HOP LIVE.   We have the dynamic duo that comprises Kuntry Locos, Kilo and Kuntry themselves in the Spice Rack tonight. We talk to the guys about unity through hip hop, the formation of Kuntry Locos and hear some of their latest tracks. Check out the podcast right now and see them live tonight! On Today's cast we hear three tracks, "Don't See", "Hu$tle" and "Kuntry Roads".   [This Podcast includes explicit Language]

You can see tonights Spicecast guests right on over at SideTracks Music Hall for HIP HOP LIVE.   We have the dynamic duo that comprises Kuntry Locos, Kilo and Kuntry themselves in the Spice Rack tonight. We talk to the guys about unity through hip hop, the formation of Kuntry Locos and hear some of their latest tracks. Check out the podcast right now and see them live tonight! On Today's cast we hear three tracks, "Don't See", "Hu$tle" and "Kuntry Roads".   [This Podcast includes explicit Language]

We are honored to speak with an ATL legend and P$C Member, @KuntryKing ! Kuntry stops thru to drop some major jewels on achieving success in the rap game while keeping it pimpin. Plug up and enjoy! Make sure you check out our website www.theignantagenda.com for the latest interviews, episodes, and events.

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 Mrs. Kuntry shares remedies that will help you conquer High Blood Pressure.Breaking the Yoke of Bondage Through the Love and Peace of God  Welcome to My Gospel Soul Central Website: mygospelsoulcentral.yolasite.com At My Gospel Soul Central we are Pursuing God. We are pursuing the Peace of God. We are Currently a home based ministry. We are training up strong Saints of God that will Love the way God teaches to Love through the Power of the Word of God. We want to challenge others in the Body of Christ to stand and Decree and Declare the Gospel of Jesus Christ in the Highways and Byways. We believe God that Souls will be saved and that The Saints of God will begin to Stand without fear, knowing that God is with them. It is no time for Compromising with the World. We must impact the World and not let the World impact the body of Christ. We are using this website to provide an online gateway to every outlet Pastor J uses to share the Word of God. Messages of Healing and Deliverance are shared. Testimonies of Empowerment, Breakthroughs, and God's Divine Power are shared for the entire world to bare witness of his excellent greatness.

Mrs. Kuntry Talks about Cornbread Casserole and How to make a Sweet Potato Pie. Breaking the Yoke of Bondage Through the Love and Peace of God  Welcome to Eagles United Ministries At Eagles United Ministries Ministries we are Pursuing God. We are pursuing the Peace of God. We are Currently a home based ministry. We are training up strong Saints of God that will Love the way God teaches to Love through the Power of the Word of God. We want to challenge others in the Body of Christ to stand and Decree and Declare the Gospel of Jesus Christ in the Highways and Byways. We believe God that Souls will be saved and that The Saints of God will begin to Stand without fear, knowing that God is with them. It is no time for Compromising with the World. We must impact the World and not let the World impact the body of Christ. We are using this website to provide an online gateway to every outlet Pastor Jackson uses to share the Word of God. Messages of Healing and Deliverance are shared. Testimonies of Empowerment, Breakthroughs, and God's Divine Power are shared for the entire world to bare witness of his excellent greatness.

Welcome to another edition of Po Politickin. In this episode, we politick with Grand Hustle/Atlantic Records recording artist Big Kuntry King. The Pimp Squad Clique member discusses his new label (Bread Box Muzic) and his second solo album entitled "Dope & Champagne" .

Featuring BliSs, Mrs. BliSs, Erica Cumbo, Braile, Rio aka Kuntry Boyy, the Breax, T Juan, Edward Long, T-Haddy and More!