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

People really don't understand how seriously Victoria takes this trivia game. Today, she gets LEGITIMATELY mad at Nina. Listen to find out why. The ultimate trivia showdown from The Jubal Show! Think you’ve got the brains to take down Victoria? Listeners go head-to-head with her in a battle of wits, testing their knowledge on everything from pop culture to random facts. Will you come out on top, or will Victoria destroy you? Play along, laugh out loud, and see if you have what it takes to claim victory! ➡︎ Sign up to battle Victoria - https://thejubalshow.com This is just a tiny piece of The Jubal Show. You can find every podcast we have, including the full show every weekday right here…➡︎ https://thejubalshow.com/podcasts The Jubal Show is everywhere, and also these places: Website ➡︎ https://thejubalshow.com Instagram ➡︎ https://instagram.com/thejubalshow X/Twitter ➡︎ https://twitter.com/thejubalshow Tiktok ➡︎ https://www.tiktok.com/@the.jubal.show Facebook ➡︎ https://facebook.com/thejubalshow YouTube ➡︎ https://www.youtube.com/@JubalFresh Support the show: https://the-jubal-show.beehiiv.com/subscribeSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

People really don't understand how seriously Victoria takes this trivia game. Today, she gets LEGITIMATELY mad at Nina. Listen to find out why. The ultimate trivia showdown from The Jubal Show! Think you’ve got the brains to take down Victoria? Listeners go head-to-head with her in a battle of wits, testing their knowledge on everything from pop culture to random facts. Will you come out on top, or will Victoria destroy you? Play along, laugh out loud, and see if you have what it takes to claim victory! ➡︎ Sign up to battle Victoria - https://thejubalshow.com This is just a tiny piece of The Jubal Show. You can find every podcast we have, including the full show every weekday right here…➡︎ https://thejubalshow.com/podcasts The Jubal Show is everywhere, and also these places: Website ➡︎ https://thejubalshow.com Instagram ➡︎ https://instagram.com/thejubalshow X/Twitter ➡︎ https://twitter.com/thejubalshow Tiktok ➡︎ https://www.tiktok.com/@the.jubal.show Facebook ➡︎ https://facebook.com/thejubalshow YouTube ➡︎ https://www.youtube.com/@JubalFresh Support the show: https://the-jubal-show.beehiiv.com/subscribeSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

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Hawk has the news featuring a story about a very attractive murderer, the debate on Sam Darnold continues with Ben Leber breaking down what he thinks is best for Sam's future

Hawk has the news featuring a story about a very attractive murderer, the debate on Sam Darnold continues with Ben Leber breaking down what he thinks is best for Sam's future

Hawk has the news featuring a story about a very attractive murderer, the debate on Sam Darnold continues with Ben Leber breaking down what he thinks is best for Sam's future

"That's not Cranberry Sauce!" The Thanksgiving week is upon us so you know what that means, the Thanksgiving Favorites line up is coming to an end but don't worry because we've saved the best for last! This week, we're joining Henrique and David in Jacksonville, FL for slice and dice Thanksgiving film that leaves no leftovers and certainly is not cranberry sauce! An evil twin returns to his homicidal ways when the news is received that his brother whom he framed for murder has escaped 10 years later in 1987's "BLOOD RAGE" aka "SLASHER" aka "NIGHTMARE AT SHADOW WOODS aka "COMPLEX" !Directed by John Grissmer and starring Louise Lasser, Mark Soper, and Julie Gordon. Hear your hosts discuss the Arrow release of this lost slasher classic that helped them both to discover it back in 2015, why Louise Lasser is a gem in very scene she appears in, how troubling the production was to a point it was almost shut down, why this makes for a perfect Thanksgiving horror film, plus Henrique shares his reviews for "Heretic" and "Anora", and is David ever going to figure out the proper use of "Legitimately"? Visit our website: DoYouEvenMovie.com Email us: doyouevenmoviepod@gmail.com LIKE us on Facebook: Do You Even Movie? - PodcastFollow Us on Instagram: @DoYouEvenMoviePod Twitter: https://x.com/dyempodWatch BLOOD RAGE on Mometu:https://watch.mometu.com/feature/blood-rage

"That's not Cranberry Sauce!" The Thanksgiving week is upon us so you know what that means, the Thanksgiving Favorites line up is coming to an end but don't worry because we've saved the best for last! This week, we're joining Henrique and David in Jacksonville, FL for slice and dice Thanksgiving film that leaves no leftovers and certainly is not cranberry sauce! An evil twin returns to his homicidal ways when the news is received that his brother whom he framed for murder has escaped 10 years later in 1987's "BLOOD RAGE" aka "SLASHER" aka "NIGHTMARE AT SHADOW WOODS aka "COMPLEX" !Directed by John Grissmer and starring Louise Lasser, Mark Soper, and Julie Gordon. Hear your hosts discuss the Arrow release of this lost slasher classic that helped them both to discover it back in 2015, why Louise Lasser is a gem in very scene she appears in, how troubling the production was to a point it was almost shut down, why this makes for a perfect Thanksgiving horror film, plus Henrique shares his reviews for "Heretic" and "Anora", and is David ever going to figure out the proper use of "Legitimately"? Visit our website: DoYouEvenMovie.com Email us: doyouevenmoviepod@gmail.com LIKE us on Facebook: Do You Even Movie? - PodcastFollow Us on Instagram: @DoYouEvenMoviePod Twitter: https://x.com/dyempodWatch BLOOD RAGE on Mometu:https://watch.mometu.com/feature/blood-rage

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This week, Mark is joined by Ben Bailey Smith to give you the lowdown on the week's cinematic releases. Ben chats to Naomi Scott about her tour-de-force performance in ‘Smile 2', the second outing for the smash-hit horror-thriller franchise. It's a big week for Mark as two of his favourite interests converge – reviewing films and Donald Trump – in ‘The Apprentice', the Sebastian Stan and Jeremy Strong-starring story of how a young Donald Trump started his real-estate business in 1970s and ‘80s New York with the helping hand of his infamous lawyer Roy Cohn. He also gives his take on ‘The Wild Robot', a starry animated sci-fi survival film, which sees a robot shipwrecked on a deserted island and forced to adapt to its new surroundings, developing a parental bond with an orphaned gosling in the process. Strap in for some stellar takes! Plus, get your tickets to our Live Christmas Spectacular here: https://www.fane.co.uk/kermode-and-mayo Timecodes (relevant only for the Vanguard - who are also ad-free!): The Wild Robot Review: 07:21 Naomi Scott Interview: 24:35 Smile 2 Review: 39:49 The Apprentice Review: 52:02 You can contact the show by emailing correspondence@kermodeandmayo.com or you can find us on social media, @KermodeandMayo EXCLUSIVE NordVPN Deal ➼ https://nordvpn.com/take Try it risk-free now with a 30-day money-back guarantee! A Sony Music Entertainment production. Find more great podcasts from Sony Music Entertainment at sonymusic.com/podcasts and follow us @sonypodcasts To advertise on this show contact: podcastadsales@sonymusic.com And to find out more about Sony's new show Origins with Cush Jumbo, click here Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

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Can you imagine facing a debilitating physical condition in the first century without the modern care we enjoy today? According to a 2024 study, there are over 1.1 million primary and specialist physicians practicing in our country. Those facing disabling conditions are supported with handicap accessibility in most public places to enable them to function in life. For the man with the palsy in Capernaum, this was not the case. He would have faced gross neglect by most of society. Begging for food and money would have been his lot in life. Many in his town would have presumed that he had done something really bad to deserve such a condition. Legitimately, this man had an incredibly rough life. There was no hope, until Jesus came to town.  Thanks for joining us for this episode and please take a moment to subscribe on Apple Podcasts, Spotify, or wherever you listen to podcasts. If you enjoy this content, please don't hesitate to leave us a 5-star review and share this podcast with your friends.  We'd like to extend an invitation to you and your family to join us for worship this week at Grace Baptist Church. We'd also love to connect with you online at https://gracekettering.org. Thanks again for checking out this episode, and we look forward to having you join us again right here on the Grace Baptist Church Podcast!

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

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One of the Petes was yelled at by his wife about being too loud before recording this, so he whispered the whole episode. Legitimately sorry about that! Trying this out with no intro or outro, please let us know what you think about it. Not out of laziness, but just wondering if people hate it or like it!

We talk about a sleeping arrangement conundrum for the Rayman, and we get into a fun, innocent story about a harmless jab that Chuck played upon a friend. And then - like a straight-up slap - we're cracking that sac!!! That's right, we're diving into our listener mail and laying it ALL on the line! Do people LEGITIMATELY support Brad's hot dog habits? Does a listener have the audacity to fact-check us? Did our SAW recap episodes SAVE a marriage?! Find out! @funbearablepod / funbearablepod.com #podcast #listener #mail #writein #friends #lol

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Brewers reporter Curt Hogg and host JR Radcliffe check in on Brewers' spring training with their Microbrew podcast, including an injury to closer Devin Williams that might sideline him for the start of the regular season. How exactly are the Brewers going to deploy their pitchers? Is Sal Frelick actually going to be a real candidate to play at third base early in the season? What's the latest on Jackson Chourio? Plus, an Oscars-themed Brewers trivia question. Music intro: https://www.bensound.com/royalty-free-music. 

Brenden Schaeffer discusses the news of the day in Cardinals land as Matt Carpenter is back with the team on a one-year contract in the Year of Our Lord 2024. What do you make of the move, Cardinals fans? SUBSCRIBE to this channel for Cardinals content all year long! --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/bschaeffer12/message

On today's episode of Locked on Wild, Zach Zeman joins the show as we fire up an impromptu mailbag looking to the future in the light of a recent run of mostly ineffective play. We start by discussing the current temperature of Bill Guerin's seat in light of all of the turmoil this season. Seth and Zach agree that while Guerin's seat may not be as warm now as many would think, the burner has definitely been turned on and if these issues persist and carry over into next season that may be enough to ensure he doesn't stick around to see the end of his vision play out. Seth and Zach also discuss when we can expect the Wild to legitimately contend, and both agree that it is most likely that 2026-27 starts the serious contention window, depending on if Kirill Kaprizov decides to re-sign in Minnesota. Seth and Zach finish by looking at the biggest needs for the Wild to turn them into true contenders, with Zach begging for the team to find a consistent direction forward as opposed to continually being stuck in the "muddy middle". Subscribe to our YouTube Channel: Locked On Wild Follow/Subscribe Anywhere: linktr.ee/LockedOnWild Follow Locked On NHL: linktr.ee/lockedonNHL Support Us By Supporting Our Sponsors! AG1 - If a comprehensive solution is what you need from your supplement routine, then try AG1 and get a FREE 1-year supply of Vitamin D AND 5 free AG1 Travel Packs with your first purchase. Go to drinkAG1.com/NHLNETWORK. eBay Motors - With all the parts you need at the prices you want, it's easy to turn your car into the MVP and bring home that win. Keep your ride-or-die alive at EbayMotors.com. Eligible items only. Exclusions apply. eBay Guaranteed Fit only available to US customers. Jase Medical - Get $20 off these lifesaving antibiotics with Jase Medical by using code LOCKEDON at checkout on jasemedical.com. Sleeper - Download the Sleeper App and use promo code LOCKEDONNHL to get up to a $100 match on your first deposit. Terms and conditions apply. See Sleeper's Terms of Use for details. Gametime - Today's episode is brought to you by Gametime. Take the guesswork out of buying tickets with Gametime. Download the Gametime app, create an account, and use code LOCKEDONNHL for $20 off your first purchase. FanDuel - Score early this NFL season with FanDuel, America's Number One Sportsbook! Right now, NEW customers get ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY DOLLARS in BONUS BETS with any winning FIVE DOLLAR MONEYLINE BET! That's A HUNDRED AND FIFTY BUCKS – if your team wins! Visit FanDuel.com/LOCKEDON to get started. FANDUEL DISCLAIMER: 21+ in select states. First online real money wager only. Bonus issued as nonwithdrawable free bets that expires in 14 days. Restrictions apply. See terms at sportsbook.fanduel.com. Gambling Problem? Call 1-800-GAMBLER or visit FanDuel.com/RG (CO, IA, MD, MI, NJ, PA, IL, VA, WV), 1-800-NEXT-STEP or text NEXTSTEP to 53342 (AZ), 1-888-789-7777 or visit ccpg.org/chat (CT), 1-800-9-WITH-IT (IN), 1-800-522-4700 (WY, KS) or visit ksgamblinghelp.com (KS), 1-877-770-STOP (LA), 1-877-8-HOPENY or text HOPENY (467369) (NY), TN REDLINE 1-800-889-9789 (TN) Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

On today's episode of Locked on Wild, Zach Zeman joins the show as we fire up an impromptu mailbag looking to the future in the light of a recent run of mostly ineffective play. We start by discussing the current temperature of Bill Guerin's seat in light of all of the turmoil this season. Seth and Zach agree that while Guerin's seat may not be as warm now as many would think, the burner has definitely been turned on and if these issues persist and carry over into next season that may be enough to ensure he doesn't stick around to see the end of his vision play out. Seth and Zach also discuss when we can expect the Wild to legitimately contend, and both agree that it is most likely that 2026-27 starts the serious contention window, depending on if Kirill Kaprizov decides to re-sign in Minnesota. Seth and Zach finish by looking at the biggest needs for the Wild to turn them into true contenders, with Zach begging for the team to find a consistent direction forward as opposed to continually being stuck in the "muddy middle".Subscribe to our YouTube Channel: Locked On WildFollow/Subscribe Anywhere: linktr.ee/LockedOnWildFollow Locked On NHL: linktr.ee/lockedonNHLSupport Us By Supporting Our Sponsors!AG1 - If a comprehensive solution is what you need from your supplement routine, then try AG1 and get a FREE 1-year supply of Vitamin D AND 5 free AG1 Travel Packs with your first purchase. Go to drinkAG1.com/NHLNETWORK.eBay Motors - With all the parts you need at the prices you want, it's easy to turn your car into the MVP and bring home that win. Keep your ride-or-die alive at EbayMotors.com. Eligible items only. Exclusions apply. eBay Guaranteed Fit only available to US customers.Jase Medical - Get $20 off these lifesaving antibiotics with Jase Medical by using code LOCKEDON at checkout on jasemedical.com.Sleeper - Download the Sleeper App and use promo code LOCKEDONNHL to get up to a $100 match on your first deposit. Terms and conditions apply. See Sleeper's Terms of Use for details.Gametime - Today's episode is brought to you by Gametime. Take the guesswork out of buying tickets with Gametime. Download the Gametime app, create an account, and use code LOCKEDONNHL for $20 off your first purchase.FanDuel - Score early this NFL season with FanDuel, America's Number One Sportsbook! Right now, NEW customers get ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY DOLLARS in BONUS BETS with any winning FIVE DOLLAR MONEYLINE BET! That's A HUNDRED AND FIFTY BUCKS – if your team wins! Visit FanDuel.com/LOCKEDON to get started.FANDUEL DISCLAIMER: 21+ in select states. First online real money wager only. Bonus issued as nonwithdrawable free bets that expires in 14 days. Restrictions apply. See terms at sportsbook.fanduel.com. Gambling Problem? Call 1-800-GAMBLER or visit FanDuel.com/RG (CO, IA, MD, MI, NJ, PA, IL, VA, WV), 1-800-NEXT-STEP or text NEXTSTEP to 53342 (AZ), 1-888-789-7777 or visit ccpg.org/chat (CT), 1-800-9-WITH-IT (IN), 1-800-522-4700 (WY, KS) or visit ksgamblinghelp.com (KS), 1-877-770-STOP (LA), 1-877-8-HOPENY or text HOPENY (467369) (NY), TN REDLINE 1-800-889-9789 (TN) Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Laurence Holmes & Leila Rahimi talk with Score Football analyst Anthony Herron after the Bears victory over the Falcons on Sunday, and Herron says that over his 2 seasons being the offensive play caller, Luke Getsy has improved during his time on the job.

Chase Thomas is the Sports Renaissance Man, Atlanta Sports Guy & VFL. On today's program, Chase is joined by CBB writer Will Warren to talk about why Clemson is legitimately good, Duke going to be fine in the long run, questions about Tennessee's rotation and issues with where Mashak and Dillione fit, Louisville is still terrible, and Ole Miss being frauds this year. Host: Chase ThomasGuests: Will WarrenTo learn more about CT and the pod please go visit: https://chasethomaspodcast.comBy the way, this is a free, independent national sports podcast. To keep it that way, I'm going to need some help from you guys. If you're a fan of the pod and you haven't already, take a second right now and leave the show a 5-star rating and a review on Apple, Spotify or wherever you get your podcasts. It really does help, and it's so quick and easy to do. Thanks, y'all!Keep up with Chase on social media:Follow me on Twitter: https://twitter.com/PodChaseThomasFollow me on Instagram: https://bit.ly/3kFHPDnFollow me on TikTok: https://bit.ly/3JdZ3RF'Like' me on Facebook: https://bit.ly/3ZmURo4 Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

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Andy and Randy chat about both the Falcons and Saints coming off a bye week and preparing for a key divisional game.

Welcome back to Common Sense Medicine! In this episode, we're joined by Dr. Jimmy Turner, an academic anesthesiologist, self-proclaimed money nerd, and host of "Money Meets Medicine" podcast. He's also the author of "The Physician Philosopher's Guide to Personal Finance" Dr. Turner's mission is to empower doctors to find work-life balance and financial freedom. We delve into his journey from burnout to empowerment and discuss his involvement with Attend, a groundbreaking startup that redefines how physicians navigate financial challenges. For more insightful discussions, be sure to follow him on Twitter (@TPP_MD) and check out his book, and visit Attend's website for valuable resources and support. Join me as I explore the intersection of medicine and finance and discover practical solutions for physicians seeking a better quality of life.Again, if you've been forwarded this email and are just getting this for the first time— thanks for reading! I publish podcasts monthly and I'd love for you to subscribe using the link below. Video version[0:00] Introduction[0:34] Jimmy's story and learning more about the startup world* He did anesthesiology residency and fellowship at Wake Forest, and stayed on faculty there * Really started getting involved in learning about how to manage his money during fellowship — read the blogs, the books, and dove deep into the podcasts around personal finance* He really liked teaching others and he stayed in academic medicine and students, residents, and fellows used to ask his tips about money management* He married burnout with financial wellness, and his first business, The Physician's Philosopher (TPP) was around combating this idea about financial wellness* There is an intrinsic link between financial wellness and specialty choice / when you start a family / how you practice* He started a couple of podcasts, wrote a book, and became a top 5 name for physician blogger with TPP* That led to him starting a business with his co-host for Money Meets Medicine podcast, Dr. Lisha Taylor* Attend's north star - “Legitimately do what's good for doctors using technology”* Jimmy's mission is trying to put people over profit, and Attend's mission of being the comprehensive solution which is best for doctor's financial wellness was too good to pass up and was highly appealing to him [5:00] How do financial incentives impact physicians? * Jimmy would get told not to make a formal curriculum for students and residents around personal finance, both of which he does now* Nobody wanted to talk about money because they didn't want to cause any trouble * In fact, higher student loan burdens are linked with lower in-training exam scores. In-training exams in an internal medicine cohort (n = 16,394) showed that scores decreased as educational debt increased, with a mean difference of 5 points (IM-ITEs are scored as a percentage of total questions answered, only 260 out of the 300 items are scored).* This suggested to Jimmy that as a residency program, they should be ethically bound to teach their residents the ins and outs of personal finance wellness * Conflicts of interests are important to consider, but physicians already have conflicts when they have relationships with device manufacturers[07:15] Jimmy's experience with entrepreneurship and lessons learned* There are 2 schools of thought around entrepreneurship — (1) hustle as hard as you can or (2) take some time for yourself and make sure you can have a sustainable life outside of your business* He started out on the first camp, and now he's squarely on the second. He first started out with 60 hours / week with his main job as an anesthesiologist, and 20 hours / week on the business. It transitioned to more hours in the busines and less hours in anesthesiology until he arrived at his current split of 2 days / week as an anesthesiologist and the rest is on the business.* By the end of the first year, he hadn't made any money. By month eighteen, he might have broken even in the $5,000 he put in to make the website* He realized that in order to help people, he had to make his business grow, which in turn required revenue* He sold the personal finance business of TPP to Attend, where he became the Chief Medical OfficerFear is by far and the way the biggest lesson. Doctors are usually afraid of failure, and we haven't experienced much of it. However, in entrepreneurship, you're going to have a product, or a service line, which doesn't bring any profit to you. And you're going to have to take those learnings and improve. [11:12] How does Attend make money? * Attend makes money on consults for student loans / disability insurance. From their website, they can work with you in defining a plan for you post medical school how to manage your loans and how to pick a good disability insurance* Jimmy said that their consults usually cost around $200-500 per consult, and they are framing it as a way to save hundreds of thousands of dollars in the long term with your student loan burden* Jimmy mentions that his friend decided to refinance his student loans with a private loan lender, and it cost him $400,000 in student loans because he doesn't qualify for the public loan forgiveness program (PSLF)* Shree's research: I found that their products include $199.00 per student loan consult and can split it up over a few months, and they serve as a point person for good insurance disability quotes. I think that they have some sort of relationship with the brokers that they use for disability insurance, to either get a flat fee paid out to be part of their “trusted broker” list or some other revenue sharing arrangement. * Jimmy mentions that all of their employees earn a flat salary so they are not incentivized to push any larger policies to earn a larger commission; they are trying to design incentives so they don't screw people over by preventing them from being eligible for disability insurance[13:38] Jimmy's story about disability insurance / his journey to personal finance * When Jimmy was a fourth-year medical student, he had his first child, and wanted to get life insurance* He sat with a brother of a friend who was an insurance salesman and bought a private disability insurance policy which was fully underwritten and involved a deep dive into his medical history* Jimmy takes propranolol for essential tremor and has an ADHD diagnosis which he takes medication for, and this prevented him from getting disability insurance* Most residency programs have a Guaranteed Standard Issue (GSI) policy which is available to trainees if they haven't been denied or haven't been disabled. If you don't have an income, this none of the rest of personal finance matters* He thinks that disability insurance is the #1 financial task for physicians in residency because you'll never be more insurable than you are now* You have to be able to tell the insurance agent everything, because they can't go to the medical boards. If they find something in the medical underwriting piece, you're toast * Most insurance agents won't tell you about the GSI plan* GSI plan is only available during training and three months, usually, out of training. It locks in your rate in training and then, when you're out of training, allows you to buy more insurance as your income increases* A fully underwritten policy isn't bad if you're healthy, but make sure that you get a benefits rider to make sure your health history is “locked-in” at this current time because most people develop a medical problem during residency[18:53] What are some financial lessons which residents and students should know as they're starting their career? * When you're graduating medical school, the name of the game is preventing debt* When you get to residency, get disability insurance and make a student loan plan and see how you're going to join PSLF. Avoid revolving credit card debt like the plague* Work on the smaller tasks during residency — make an emergency fund ($1,000 as a resident, 3-6 months of living expenses as an attending physician)* Doctors are really bad at backcasting, and don't reverse engineer when they want to retire * The Diderot Effect, AKA lifestyle creep - obtaining a new possession often creates a spiral of consumption which leads you to acquire more new things. As a result, we end up buying things that our previous selves never needed* If you have extra money, you will spend that money. You have to know that it is coming as an attending physician[22:05] Discussion around Roth IRA / 401K and investing* You would rather pay the taxes and then invest as a Resident in a Roth IRA, and when you're in your Peak earning years, you put it in a Pre-tax vehicle (401K) (RR, PP)* The only caveat is that as a trainee, in an income-driven repayment program, your loan payments are based on your post-tax income (Adjusted gross income - discretionary income). If you contribute to a 401K, your student loan payments will be smaller* If you have a 401K match in residency, then you should definitely use it (“It's free money!”), but be careful about the vesting period — you don't want the money that you earned during the match to evaporate if you sign a job offer at a different institution[26:09] Refinancing student loans — why are doctors so bad at decision making? * The savings from Attend are often immediate — long term, there is always a return for these consults* When refinancing, you don't want to do it with a private lender. Jimmy thinks that every single company should have the disclaimer that “If you refinance your student loans, then you can never do PSLF ever!” * Every company which recommends a particular lender to refinance with gets a kickback to do so* PSLF is public service loan forgiveness program, which is a program which lets you get your loans forgiven tax-free. * In order to qualify for this program, you have to be enrolled in an income-driven repayment program (IDR) administered by the federal government, where loan payments are driven by your income* The two IDR programs are SAVE (formerly REPAYE) and IBR (income-based repayment). SAVE is a great plan for a majority of people — it allows for a cap on interest for your loans and can exclude your spouse's income. * Right now, there are four IDR programs, but they are consolidating into two (SAVE and IBR) in 15 months and you have to be in one of them to get PSLF* You have to make 120 non-consecutive qualifying payments on a federal loan, have to be in an income-driven repayment program (IDR) and work at least 30 hours a week for a qualifying employer (80% of hospitals are qualified state organization, federal organization, non-profits which allow for this) to get your loans forgiven. Residency payments which are low qualify for this program[33:10] Non-clinical careers — what do you tell people about making the switch?* You can still be an entrepreneur in medicine — a private practice doc, etc. Entrepreneurship allows for autonomy and allows Jimmy to control his schedule in a holistic way, more than medicine does * Also, burnout is a big problem for physicians and people are tired of it* If you can find a coach who can accelerate your journey for what you want to do, it's easier to achieve your goals. It is an uphill battle to found your own practice, but lean on people who have done the work before[40:11] Jimmy reflects on the most valuable advice he was given* He had a coach walk him through the process of why his business was failing. He wasn't trained as well to manage a business. The coach mentioned that he didn't have to do it all by himself* He was initially worried about the cost of running a business, but bringing more people into the business was helped him to improve the business * The best process improvement that happened during his business-building experience was the onboarding process for customers and building out the customer relationship management (CRM) system[43:40] What are the biggest failures that you've faced? * Ryan Holiday's “Obstacle is the Way” really helped him contextualize the process of failure into a stepping stone rather than a final destination* You have to experience the failure in order to learn the lesson* He was scared of offending people, and he had to realize that he was going to offend someone when he picked up a mic or typed something on a keyboard* Getting over the fear of being perceived as a failure was a big hurdle for him as well, and he was scared of being judged* Jimmy thinks that sales is a service, and it's not sleazy. You're trying to provide them a service which makes that [47:29] What's Jimmy's favorite car? * It would have to have manual transmission, and it would have to have a lot of horsepower * There aren't that many cars left like this: You have the CT4 Blackwing (which he drives), or a CT5, or the M3 / M5 BMWs [49:23] Which books would you recommend? * From a business perspective, “Never Split the Difference” by Chris Voss, “Think Again” by Adam Grant, “Leaders eat Last” by Simon Sinek, and “The Hard Thing about Hard Things” by Ben Horowitz This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit www.shreenadkarni.com

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Paul joins the fellas to discuss the Celtics acquisition of Jrue Holiday, The current shape of the NBA and the many things wrong with the New England Patriots.

“When you subsidize something, you hide the cost to consumers. So they purchase more of it than they want to, than they meant to. More people will make it, but there's less real demand for it … All subsidies and taxes turn prices into lies.”In this episode, I'm joined by Grover Norquist, founder and president of Americans for Tax Reform. In a time of soaring inflation and economic hardship, we sat down to discuss what Americans can do to legitimately reduce their taxes.“Consider moving to a state that doesn't have an income tax or that has a single-rate tax,” says Mr. Norquist. “New York City: city and state personal income tax? About 14 percent-plus. Move to Miami: state and city income tax? Zero.”How do corporate income taxes, subsidies, and bail-outs impact the economy? And what can the federal government learn from individual states about how to formulate its tax policy?“Governments shouldn't fix recessions. They should step out of the way, reduce taxes, reduce regulations, let prices reassert themselves … And as happened in 1921, and earlier ones, short recessions fix themselves quickly if everybody's allowed to reallocate their resources, their time, switch jobs, and so on. But if the government says, well, here's how we fix things—that's how we got into the problem in the first place,” says Mr. Norquist.

Those bizarre moments when WWE was actually, you know... cool. Gareth Morgan presents 10 Times WWE Was Legitimately The COOLEST Place On Planet Earth...ENJOY!Follow us on Twitter:@GMorgan04@WhatCultureWWEFor more awesome content, check out: whatculture.com/wwe Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Legitimately one of the most accomplished records we've had the pleasure of hearing since we started the pod this week homies. Johnny Booth just smashed metalcore to bits. Agriculture unleash their ecstatic brilliance and it is gorgeous. Double dosage of dense death from Outer Heaven and Gateway. FANTASTIC RECORDS AS BLOODY PER X

This episode is about a conflict between what our inner child wants and what our adult self needs. Today's caller, Cindy, is in a relationship that she knows she needs to leave but she feels frozen. She is looking for guidance on how to move forward and take action. This can be applied to anything whether it is a relationship, a job, or a pattern. There are some great tidbits about why we don't shift.    [For show notes go here: Christinehassler.com/episode397]   When we know there is an action we need to take but we just can't seem to do it we can analyze it, process it, and have awareness about it but we may still feel frozen and unable to take action.   Freeze is a trauma response. It doesn't matter how much we know what we “should” do when we are in a trauma response it all gets overridden with survival patterns. Our inner child believes that we will heal a wound by being with someone similar to the person who prompted our trauma.    One of the best ways that you can make a change in your life is to do something different to get out of your comfort zone but to do it with a lot of love.     For empathetic or people with co-dependent threads, love bombing is like a drug. Whether someone's a diagnosed narcissist or they have narcissistic tendencies, love bombing is not about the person receiving the love bomb. It's about control. It's not love.     So, choose yourself. Legitimately and authentically love yourself out of the situation.    My upcoming Signature Retreat is for women who want to go deeper into their own consciousness, release layers that need to go, expand their femininity, get clear about their purpose, and heal wounds. It is October 13-15 in San Diego, CA. Early bird pricing ends soon so to sign up go to ChristineHassler.com/signatureretreat.    Consider/Ask Yourself: Are you in a situation, relationship, friendship, or work situation where you know you need to make a change but you just can't seem to do it? Do you know that some of your choices are coming from your inner child but can't seem to make different choices? Do you often let fear stop you from doing something you need to do?  Are you frustrated with yourself because you know better but you just keep wondering why you're not doing better?   Cindy's Question: Cindy is in a toxic marriage. She wants to end the relationship and get a divorce but she feels stuck and is not sure how to move forward. Cindy's Key Insights and Ahas: She is finding it difficult to make a decision. She struggles with shame and anger about not leaving. She feels frozen. She feels her partner and her father are similar. Her father had an undiagnosed mental problem. Her partner love bombed her at the beginning of her relationship. She knows the relationship is not good for her. She feels her partner destroyed her life. She knows she has choices to make.  She is a people pleaser. She feels financially tied to the relationship. Her partner plays on her core wounds. She found it easier to get out of her first marriage. She will keep herself away from men that come with red flags.   How to Get Over It and On With It: Talk to her inner child about what love truly is. Assure her inner child that she will take care of her. Attend Christine's Signature Retreat. Make a decision by May 1, 2023.   Sponsor: Aquatru — purifies water using a four-stage reverse osmosis process. The countertop purifiers remove 15 times more contaminants than ordinary pitcher filters. Their long-lasting and affordable filters are independently tested and certified to NSF standards to remove over 80% of the most harmful contaminants. Go to Aquatru.com and enter OVERIT at checkout to get 20% off any filter.   Resources: Christine Hassler — Join the Free Over It and On With It Community Christine Hassler Podcasts Including Coaches Corner Christine on Facebook Expectation Hangover, by Christine Hassler @ChristinHassler on Twitter @ChristineHassler on Instagram @SacredUnionCouples on Instagram Assist@ChristineHassler.com Jill@ChristineHassler.com — For information on any of my services Get on the Waitlist to be coached on the show. Get on the list to be notified about the upcoming certification program for coaches.  

Aunts, uncles, parents – the whole family are giddy! Marcus, Jim and David react to England's thrashing of Iran – which leaves one of the present company stuffed with humble pie. That Jude Bellingham kid is pretty good, isn't he?We also discuss the FA's decision for Harry Kane not to wear the One Love armband after pressure from FIFA and Cristiano Ronaldo speaks to someone whose first name isn't Piers.For more on the issues facing the LGBT community in Qatar, listen to Episode 3 of Inside the Qatar World Cup here.Tweet us @FootballRamble and email us here: show@footballramble.com.Sign up for our Patreon for exclusive live events, ad-free Rambles, full video episodes and loads more: patreon.com/footballramble.***Please take the time to rate and review us on Apple Podcasts or wherever you get your pods. It means a great deal to the show and will make it easier for other potential listeners to find us. Thanks!*** Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

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