Podcasts about little billy

St Nick visits a woman after her holiday office party. By BR_imornery81. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Okay, I admit it. I had drunk WAY too much at the Christmas party and had done some stupid things, but I never dreamed in my wildest dreams things would go to where they did!! I mean, I am glad I did not do anything really stupid in public and I am thankful that Jim and his wife drove me home, but what happened after the door closed and they drove off, just defies any rational explanation this morning. My husband, Bill; has been overseas working for the last two weeks and will not be able to fly back from China for another two months. To say it sucks would be the biggest understatement of the year!! We Skype and chat online and all of that, but I am so tired of sleeping by myself in our King-sized bed and worst of all, never feeling a man's warm body next to me to curl up against; to press my boobs against. To make my lower lips wet and to make me shudder and… well, you get the picture.Before he left, we went to an adult toy store and to be honest, I was shocked. I had never in my wildest dreams realized there were so many different dongs, vibes fake cocks or whatever you want to call them!! Some, I have to admit, I stared at thinking either, “That would never fit ANY woman for pleasure or, “Now how the hell do you find any pleasure in THAT?!” But eventually, we found “Little Billy” as I christened him, and he was my substitute while “Big Bill” was in China. But Little Billy only left me more horny, and soon I started going out of my mind wanting sex!! I mean, it has only been three weeks and I cannot walk by a breathing male between the ages of 18 and 75 and not think, “I wonder how he is hung?” So when I was sitting on Santa's lap for the department pictures, I vaguely remember putting my hand on the old Elf's crotch and finding he was quite happy working that night!! In fact, while the camera person got everyone organized, I handled him to a full erection that I only barely kept from attacking right then and there!!! Unfortunately, Jim's wife wanted to go home soon after the picture, and since they really were the only other people heading my direction, I piled into their car and accepted their hospitality. Actually, I acted like I was asleep and once we had driven five minutes I heard Bill start moaning, and then, after she looked back at me a couple of more times, “Mrs. Jim” took off her seat belt and was in her husband's lap, sucking his cock like a noisy whore! I was so jealous, that I reached in my shirt and unhooked my front hooker and played with my D cup tits! I saw Jim's eyes about bug out of his head and then he adjusted mirror as he drove with his wife giving him a blow job and I knew he was looking now at me. I slid my blouse off of my shoulder and ran a hand up my skirt and gave him a show above the waist while I came only seconds after he did and just a minute before he pulled into my apartment complex. I didn't bother hooking my bra back up and just barely got my blouse closed before the Missus looked back at me to verify that I had not caught her. I played drunk and she put her seat belt on and a minute later we pulled to a stop in front of the apartment. I made Bill get out and “wake me from my "stupor”. And then he walked me up to my door. As we walked I whispered to him, “I wish your cock had been in my shaved pussy instead of your old wife's mouth there, Jimmy.” He looked over at me and I looked up to see that we were not making eye contact. He was looking down at my chest, so I opened my shirt up for him to get a better look and said, “You could have had them, stud…” With that, we reached my door and I handed him my keys and he struggled to put the key in the lock. I laughed and once he got the door open, I moved into him as if to kiss him and said, “And here is what you could have had.” And with that I brought my left hand, still covered with the juices of my cum and pushed three fingers into his mouth. The bastard's eyes flew open and then, despite his wife watching from 30 feet away, he sucked and licked my fingers clean before I laughed and went inside. With my back against the door, I turned the lock and ran the fingers that were only moments ago in my coworker's mouth, back into the wet slit of my pussy and began frigging my clit furiously. I could feel the walls of my pussy clamping around the nothing that was there, and I ached for a cock. I could not believe how horny I was and then it was as if it was the first time. On the mantle was a peppermint stick, one of those white ones with red and green spiraling around it, about a good cock width around and 18 inches long. I will tell you what, Ole' St. Nick had nothing on me as I ran to the fireplace, grabbed the hard candy and started to run it up between my now wet thighs. But then, I thought about all of that sugar and a urinary tract infection and… well you know, so it was off like a flash to the bedroom upstairs to get one of my husband's “rump riding” rubbers. I peeled back the foil and rolled the condom onto the confectionery delight and flopped back on the bed to enjoy my own Northern Lights display. I don't know whether it was the booze, having watched Bill and his wife go at it in the car, teasing him at the door or the using of something as innocent as a Christmas candy in my cunt, but within a very few minutes I was cumming as hard as I had for months even before my enforced abstinence!! In fact, it relaxed me so much that I drifted off to sleep, and this is where things get weird. The next thing that I remember I was naked and in my bedroom, but … somehow I was tied spread-eagle against the wall where the dresser sits. (I have no idea where the dresser went, but the mirror was still there, because I could see the room behind me.) That was when I saw Santa, standing in the middle of my bedroom and he had one of those old fashioned buggy whips in his hand. It was a flexible stick; maybe three feet long with a light-weight cord attached at its end and on the other end of the cord was a leather tassel that was swishing through the air with the casual flicks of his wrist. “Ah, you are finally awake. You have been very naughty this year Sandy Barber and with the price of coal, giving that to you would be a reward! So instead, I have come up with some different ways to handle the naughty girls this year!!” With that, he landed the first brush of the leather thong on my bare ass!! It really did not sting, but I jumped anyway,… just from the surprise of it. I heard a chuckle that I knew was the Jolly Old Elf's, but I also knew was nothing like the one I had imagined as a little girl!! The leather touched my bare flesh again and again, quickly moving from my shoulders to my knees and back. Each one of the touches were not even mildly painful, but combined they caused my skin to warm and within a minute I was beginning to sweat and feel my flesh warm and become ever more sensitive to each lick. After a few minutes of non-stop wrist flicking, the sensations began to move more toward a mosquito and then a bee sting. I pulled and struggled to avoid the flashing whip, but I could not move at all. I looked in the mirror back at the man, and his cheeks were flushed and his brow, beaded with sweat. At the corners of his mouth, just beneath the handlebar mustache of white, a smile was just visible, as if he was concentrating deeply upon the task at hand, but the sheer enjoyment of what he was doing could not be hidden. Then he stopped and he moved up behind me and let the buggy whip fall to the floor. “Your skin blushes so well,” he whispered in my ear. Then I felt his hand at the top of the cleft of my ass as it slid all the way down between my hyper-sensitive cheeks. His finger only hesitated a moment as it made its way over the bud of my butthole. Before I knew what was happening, his fingers were opening the folds of my pussy from behind. “You are such a wet little slut, aren't you? I guess we will have to set that in order too.” With that he stepped back from me and my wondering eyes beheld his enormous bulge with fear, as he undid the thick belt around his waist and folded it over. When I blinked again, I saw his belt shrink and it was only a little more than a couple of finger widths and maybe a foot and a half long. He then dragged the soft leather across my hypersensitive flesh and it reminded me of velvet, so soft. “You are going to like this, my child. You are going to like this a lot,” he breathed into my ear and I shuddered. Then he stepped back and with an underhand stroke, landed the leather strap on the bud of my asshole and it whipped its way underneath me, covering my whole pussy with a sudden snap and stopping just short of my clit!! I let out a squeal!!! I have NEVER associated pain and sex. I thought that such things were so opposite in nature that there was no way possible that they could ever go together. And yet I found myself panting as his slaps caused the blood to come to the surface of my most tender flesh!! I knew this could not be real, but I had no idea how I could ever dream up such mixed emotions and feelings. My pussy was on fire and I felt the folds of flesh engorge and swell, wanting to grasp and hold something deep within itself. After what was probably no more than a couple of minutes, the man in red went to my nightstand, where a glass of ice cubes sat. His fingers collected a piece of ice and then, crossing the room, he moved up right behind me and allowed a few drops of ice cold water to fall upon my hot ass cheeks. I moaned. The contrast of my warmed skin and the ice water was incredible, and I heard the moans from deep in my chest, boiling up through my very soul and out my mouth. What he did next was cruel, as he rubbed the frozen cube across my burning labia and I thought I would faint!!! Back and forth, up and down he moved the ice as I squirmed and moved but I was no match for my bonds. Then, without a word of warning he slid what was left back toward my puckered asshole and he forced the tapered icicle missile inside my dark passage!!! As I moaned under his touch, my tormenter leaned over my shoulder and nibbled upon my ear before saying. “You are even more naughty than I knew!! It seems this may require a little more effort than I thought at first.” He then trailed his tongue down my neck to where it flared out for my shoulders where he sucked a love bite before saying, “Yes, you need the North pole treatment.” He turned his head and said, “Boys, get the chairs!” I saw the two elves then over by the door for the first time. They were maybe four feet tall at the most, and very slim, but also unmistakably male, and they darted out the door in a flash, only to return a second later, each with a wooden, straight-back chair in their hands. As I watched, they placed the two chairs facing each other and then tied their front legs together so that it almost made a bench with chair backs at either end. Santa led me over to stand behind the chairs. (How did I get untied? It was a strange dream!!!) Without a word, the elves each took a length of ribbon and fastened my ankles wide to the outside of the chair legs. With a hand on my back, Santa pushed my torso forward and I found that the back of the chair was the perfect height for keeping my lower body straight. The elves, once again, quickly and efficiently went to work and in the twinkle of an eye, my hands were made fast to the back of the far chair by more Christmas ribbon. I looked back and down between my breasts, which hung large and free beneath me, and saw what I could not believe. With the belt gone from his suit, Santa's pants had been kicked aside and my eyes saw the fattest cock I have ever seen!! I swear to God, the shaft was almost as big around as a can of beer and the head of his cock was even larger!!! “You are so wet, this should be a fun fuck my naughty girl.” I looked down and the elves were now sitting on either side of me the floor with their backs to the chairs. They had shed their pants, and one of them had my baby oil and was lubing up his cock with that, while the other was using my body lotion to polish his rod! Their cocks were normal in girth, but probably nearly 15 inches in length. They looked back at me, at just that moment and they laughed and rolled their heads back, right under my breasts and those little imps each latched deeply onto a nipple and began to suck my boobies down their throats!!! They sucked, in such a way that their tongues seemed to milk my nipples while their mouths and lip covered teeth clamped and pulled fluids from deep inside my body that had never been there before and I could almost feel milk spraying down their throats!! That sensation was interrupted as my lower lips were parted wide to accommodate the huge cock of old St. Nick. He paused only a moment… and then Santa began pushing his monster into me and I could, for a moment, understand what a chimney went through when the Jolly fat man with a sack of toys went down it! But from the sounds coming from the bearded man behind me as he worked himself deeper into my wet flesh, he enjoyed pushing himself into me far more than any chimney!!! He started slowly to move just a little in and out of me at first. But steadily he built the tempo and the thrust tempo into my body. I have never in all of my life felt so full!! At the same time, the two elves continued to do things to me with my breasts that no man or boy had ever done to me before. In fact, I think they could have made me cum, just by sucking on my boobs!!! I came in a thundering climax and I must have passed out for a minute or so, because when I came to, the elf that had used the baby oil on his cock had slid himself under me and was smearing more oil on my tits, as the other stood in front of me, pushing his fuck stick against my lips!! Old Saint Nick had built up quite a rhythm behind me and was pounding me from behind like a jack-hammer. I felt “Baby Oil” elf squeeze my tits together while pulling on my areolas and nipples in an erotic fashion that was only heightened by the feeling of his long meat moving up and back through my cleavage. I opened my mouth to scream and the other elf's throbbing cock slid into my mouth! I rolled my eyes up to look at him and saw him staring down at me with a wolfish smile. He stuck his tongue out at me and wagged the long, almost snake like ribbon of flesh at me as if to show me how talented he was and that his tongue was very capable of doing more than my husband had ever done for me. The unspoken offer was, that first I had to use my own mouth for his pleasure!! In that moment, I decided I would try my best to make all three of their Christmas wishes come true!!! There was a suddenly a new shocking sensation as Santa began opening my sphincter with spit and the tip of a thumb. Within a minute he was knuckle deep in me as he began roaring his lust as he slammed his body one final time, balls deep into me! I felt white hot jets of jizz shoot between my tits and onto my belly as the elf beneath me moaned and then my mouth was full of cum as well! All three of them just kept blowing load after load into me and all over my exposed body until my mind spun completely out of control, and I passed out again. When I next opened my eyes, the room was back to normal and Santa and his elves were gone. I smiled to myself as I thought in amazement how wonderful and amazing my over-active dream had seemed. Then I rolled over to go to the bathroom and the flood of cum ran down my leg. That was also when I saw the green sack sitting on the floor by the bathroom door. Out of the mouth of the bag, flowed a wonderful assortment of adult toys, beyond my most rich imaginations!!! Some may say there is no such thing as Santa…but I am here to tell you. My sore pussy, full toy drawer and bruised wrists tell a completely different story!! Wherever you are, my Jolly fat freak of an elf, I want to wish you a very Merry Christmas!! Thank you Santa!!! Please don't wait another year to cum again!!! By BR_imornery81 for Literotica

St Nick visits a woman after her holiday office party. By BR_imornery81. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Okay, I admit it. I had drunk WAY too much at the Christmas party and had done some stupid things, but I never dreamed in my wildest dreams things would go to where they did!! I mean, I am glad I did not do anything really stupid in public and I am thankful that Jim and his wife drove me home, but what happened after the door closed and they drove off, just defies any rational explanation this morning. My husband, Bill; has been overseas working for the last two weeks and will not be able to fly back from China for another two months. To say it sucks would be the biggest understatement of the year!! We Skype and chat online and all of that, but I am so tired of sleeping by myself in our King-sized bed and worst of all, never feeling a man's warm body next to me to curl up against; to press my boobs against. To make my lower lips wet and to make me shudder and… well, you get the picture.Before he left, we went to an adult toy store and to be honest, I was shocked. I had never in my wildest dreams realized there were so many different dongs, vibes fake cocks or whatever you want to call them!! Some, I have to admit, I stared at thinking either, “That would never fit ANY woman for pleasure or, “Now how the hell do you find any pleasure in THAT?!” But eventually, we found “Little Billy” as I christened him, and he was my substitute while “Big Bill” was in China. But Little Billy only left me more horny, and soon I started going out of my mind wanting sex!! I mean, it has only been three weeks and I cannot walk by a breathing male between the ages of 18 and 75 and not think, “I wonder how he is hung?” So when I was sitting on Santa's lap for the department pictures, I vaguely remember putting my hand on the old Elf's crotch and finding he was quite happy working that night!! In fact, while the camera person got everyone organized, I handled him to a full erection that I only barely kept from attacking right then and there!!! Unfortunately, Jim's wife wanted to go home soon after the picture, and since they really were the only other people heading my direction, I piled into their car and accepted their hospitality. Actually, I acted like I was asleep and once we had driven five minutes I heard Bill start moaning, and then, after she looked back at me a couple of more times, “Mrs. Jim” took off her seat belt and was in her husband's lap, sucking his cock like a noisy whore! I was so jealous, that I reached in my shirt and unhooked my front hooker and played with my D cup tits! I saw Jim's eyes about bug out of his head and then he adjusted mirror as he drove with his wife giving him a blow job and I knew he was looking now at me. I slid my blouse off of my shoulder and ran a hand up my skirt and gave him a show above the waist while I came only seconds after he did and just a minute before he pulled into my apartment complex. I didn't bother hooking my bra back up and just barely got my blouse closed before the Missus looked back at me to verify that I had not caught her. I played drunk and she put her seat belt on and a minute later we pulled to a stop in front of the apartment. I made Bill get out and “wake me from my "stupor”. And then he walked me up to my door. As we walked I whispered to him, “I wish your cock had been in my shaved pussy instead of your old wife's mouth there, Jimmy.” He looked over at me and I looked up to see that we were not making eye contact. He was looking down at my chest, so I opened my shirt up for him to get a better look and said, “You could have had them, stud…” With that, we reached my door and I handed him my keys and he struggled to put the key in the lock. I laughed and once he got the door open, I moved into him as if to kiss him and said, “And here is what you could have had.” And with that I brought my left hand, still covered with the juices of my cum and pushed three fingers into his mouth. The bastard's eyes flew open and then, despite his wife watching from 30 feet away, he sucked and licked my fingers clean before I laughed and went inside. With my back against the door, I turned the lock and ran the fingers that were only moments ago in my coworker's mouth, back into the wet slit of my pussy and began frigging my clit furiously. I could feel the walls of my pussy clamping around the nothing that was there, and I ached for a cock. I could not believe how horny I was and then it was as if it was the first time. On the mantle was a peppermint stick, one of those white ones with red and green spiraling around it, about a good cock width around and 18 inches long. I will tell you what, Ole' St. Nick had nothing on me as I ran to the fireplace, grabbed the hard candy and started to run it up between my now wet thighs. But then, I thought about all of that sugar and a urinary tract infection and… well you know, so it was off like a flash to the bedroom upstairs to get one of my husband's “rump riding” rubbers. I peeled back the foil and rolled the condom onto the confectionery delight and flopped back on the bed to enjoy my own Northern Lights display. I don't know whether it was the booze, having watched Bill and his wife go at it in the car, teasing him at the door or the using of something as innocent as a Christmas candy in my cunt, but within a very few minutes I was cumming as hard as I had for months even before my enforced abstinence!! In fact, it relaxed me so much that I drifted off to sleep, and this is where things get weird. The next thing that I remember I was naked and in my bedroom, but … somehow I was tied spread-eagle against the wall where the dresser sits. (I have no idea where the dresser went, but the mirror was still there, because I could see the room behind me.) That was when I saw Santa, standing in the middle of my bedroom and he had one of those old fashioned buggy whips in his hand. It was a flexible stick; maybe three feet long with a light-weight cord attached at its end and on the other end of the cord was a leather tassel that was swishing through the air with the casual flicks of his wrist. “Ah, you are finally awake. You have been very naughty this year Sandy Barber and with the price of coal, giving that to you would be a reward! So instead, I have come up with some different ways to handle the naughty girls this year!!” With that, he landed the first brush of the leather thong on my bare ass!! It really did not sting, but I jumped anyway,… just from the surprise of it. I heard a chuckle that I knew was the Jolly Old Elf's, but I also knew was nothing like the one I had imagined as a little girl!! The leather touched my bare flesh again and again, quickly moving from my shoulders to my knees and back. Each one of the touches were not even mildly painful, but combined they caused my skin to warm and within a minute I was beginning to sweat and feel my flesh warm and become ever more sensitive to each lick. After a few minutes of non-stop wrist flicking, the sensations began to move more toward a mosquito and then a bee sting. I pulled and struggled to avoid the flashing whip, but I could not move at all. I looked in the mirror back at the man, and his cheeks were flushed and his brow, beaded with sweat. At the corners of his mouth, just beneath the handlebar mustache of white, a smile was just visible, as if he was concentrating deeply upon the task at hand, but the sheer enjoyment of what he was doing could not be hidden. Then he stopped and he moved up behind me and let the buggy whip fall to the floor. “Your skin blushes so well,” he whispered in my ear. Then I felt his hand at the top of the cleft of my ass as it slid all the way down between my hyper-sensitive cheeks. His finger only hesitated a moment as it made its way over the bud of my butthole. Before I knew what was happening, his fingers were opening the folds of my pussy from behind. “You are such a wet little slut, aren't you? I guess we will have to set that in order too.” With that he stepped back from me and my wondering eyes beheld his enormous bulge with fear, as he undid the thick belt around his waist and folded it over. When I blinked again, I saw his belt shrink and it was only a little more than a couple of finger widths and maybe a foot and a half long. He then dragged the soft leather across my hypersensitive flesh and it reminded me of velvet, so soft. “You are going to like this, my child. You are going to like this a lot,” he breathed into my ear and I shuddered. Then he stepped back and with an underhand stroke, landed the leather strap on the bud of my asshole and it whipped its way underneath me, covering my whole pussy with a sudden snap and stopping just short of my clit!! I let out a squeal!!! I have NEVER associated pain and sex. I thought that such things were so opposite in nature that there was no way possible that they could ever go together. And yet I found myself panting as his slaps caused the blood to come to the surface of my most tender flesh!! I knew this could not be real, but I had no idea how I could ever dream up such mixed emotions and feelings. My pussy was on fire and I felt the folds of flesh engorge and swell, wanting to grasp and hold something deep within itself. After what was probably no more than a couple of minutes, the man in red went to my nightstand, where a glass of ice cubes sat. His fingers collected a piece of ice and then, crossing the room, he moved up right behind me and allowed a few drops of ice cold water to fall upon my hot ass cheeks. I moaned. The contrast of my warmed skin and the ice water was incredible, and I heard the moans from deep in my chest, boiling up through my very soul and out my mouth. What he did next was cruel, as he rubbed the frozen cube across my burning labia and I thought I would faint!!! Back and forth, up and down he moved the ice as I squirmed and moved but I was no match for my bonds. Then, without a word of warning he slid what was left back toward my puckered asshole and he forced the tapered icicle missile inside my dark passage!!! As I moaned under his touch, my tormenter leaned over my shoulder and nibbled upon my ear before saying. “You are even more naughty than I knew!! It seems this may require a little more effort than I thought at first.” He then trailed his tongue down my neck to where it flared out for my shoulders where he sucked a love bite before saying, “Yes, you need the North pole treatment.” He turned his head and said, “Boys, get the chairs!” I saw the two elves then over by the door for the first time. They were maybe four feet tall at the most, and very slim, but also unmistakably male, and they darted out the door in a flash, only to return a second later, each with a wooden, straight-back chair in their hands. As I watched, they placed the two chairs facing each other and then tied their front legs together so that it almost made a bench with chair backs at either end. Santa led me over to stand behind the chairs. (How did I get untied? It was a strange dream!!!) Without a word, the elves each took a length of ribbon and fastened my ankles wide to the outside of the chair legs. With a hand on my back, Santa pushed my torso forward and I found that the back of the chair was the perfect height for keeping my lower body straight. The elves, once again, quickly and efficiently went to work and in the twinkle of an eye, my hands were made fast to the back of the far chair by more Christmas ribbon. I looked back and down between my breasts, which hung large and free beneath me, and saw what I could not believe. With the belt gone from his suit, Santa's pants had been kicked aside and my eyes saw the fattest cock I have ever seen!! I swear to God, the shaft was almost as big around as a can of beer and the head of his cock was even larger!!! “You are so wet, this should be a fun fuck my naughty girl.” I looked down and the elves were now sitting on either side of me the floor with their backs to the chairs. They had shed their pants, and one of them had my baby oil and was lubing up his cock with that, while the other was using my body lotion to polish his rod! Their cocks were normal in girth, but probably nearly 15 inches in length. They looked back at me, at just that moment and they laughed and rolled their heads back, right under my breasts and those little imps each latched deeply onto a nipple and began to suck my boobies down their throats!!! They sucked, in such a way that their tongues seemed to milk my nipples while their mouths and lip covered teeth clamped and pulled fluids from deep inside my body that had never been there before and I could almost feel milk spraying down their throats!! That sensation was interrupted as my lower lips were parted wide to accommodate the huge cock of old St. Nick. He paused only a moment… and then Santa began pushing his monster into me and I could, for a moment, understand what a chimney went through when the Jolly fat man with a sack of toys went down it! But from the sounds coming from the bearded man behind me as he worked himself deeper into my wet flesh, he enjoyed pushing himself into me far more than any chimney!!! He started slowly to move just a little in and out of me at first. But steadily he built the tempo and the thrust tempo into my body. I have never in all of my life felt so full!! At the same time, the two elves continued to do things to me with my breasts that no man or boy had ever done to me before. In fact, I think they could have made me cum, just by sucking on my boobs!!! I came in a thundering climax and I must have passed out for a minute or so, because when I came to, the elf that had used the baby oil on his cock had slid himself under me and was smearing more oil on my tits, as the other stood in front of me, pushing his fuck stick against my lips!! Old Saint Nick had built up quite a rhythm behind me and was pounding me from behind like a jack-hammer. I felt “Baby Oil” elf squeeze my tits together while pulling on my areolas and nipples in an erotic fashion that was only heightened by the feeling of his long meat moving up and back through my cleavage. I opened my mouth to scream and the other elf's throbbing cock slid into my mouth! I rolled my eyes up to look at him and saw him staring down at me with a wolfish smile. He stuck his tongue out at me and wagged the long, almost snake like ribbon of flesh at me as if to show me how talented he was and that his tongue was very capable of doing more than my husband had ever done for me. The unspoken offer was, that first I had to use my own mouth for his pleasure!! In that moment, I decided I would try my best to make all three of their Christmas wishes come true!!! There was a suddenly a new shocking sensation as Santa began opening my sphincter with spit and the tip of a thumb. Within a minute he was knuckle deep in me as he began roaring his lust as he slammed his body one final time, balls deep into me! I felt white hot jets of jizz shoot between my tits and onto my belly as the elf beneath me moaned and then my mouth was full of cum as well! All three of them just kept blowing load after load into me and all over my exposed body until my mind spun completely out of control, and I passed out again. When I next opened my eyes, the room was back to normal and Santa and his elves were gone. I smiled to myself as I thought in amazement how wonderful and amazing my over-active dream had seemed. Then I rolled over to go to the bathroom and the flood of cum ran down my leg. That was also when I saw the green sack sitting on the floor by the bathroom door. Out of the mouth of the bag, flowed a wonderful assortment of adult toys, beyond my most rich imaginations!!! Some may say there is no such thing as Santa…but I am here to tell you. My sore pussy, full toy drawer and bruised wrists tell a completely different story!! Wherever you are, my Jolly fat freak of an elf, I want to wish you a very Merry Christmas!! Thank you Santa!!! Please don't wait another year to cum again!!! By BR_imornery81 for Literotica

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Holy Crap what are you thinking??? 2 FIVE HOUR SHOWS in the same season? Are you nuts?? But yes, your wait is over! FIVE HOUR SHOW LOVERS, REJOICE!! Finally, 5 Hours has come back to the Show!! With amazing chills and MINDALTERING thrills from OTHER GREAT 5 Hour Shows from the past. A veritable clip compendium of the BEST of the 5, count 'em, 5 Hour Shows. Little Billy says, "Nothing satisfies like a manly mug of murk, a Chesterfield, and a 5 Hour Show and Puzzling Evidence can really deliver the goods!" Contains ALL your favorite players! (Actual 5-Hour Show Content < 50%). Pro Tip: the actual "live" yakkin' with the 3 regulars starts at 3:48 The Puzzling Evidence Radio Show on KPFA. It has all the hours of a 5 hour show. But the hours are too short and soiled and smell like they have already been heavily used.

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St Nick visits a woman after her holiday office party. By BR_imornery81. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Okay, I admit it. I had drunk WAY too much at the Christmas party and had done some stupid things, but I never dreamed in my wildest dreams things would go to where they did!! I mean, I am glad I did not do anything really stupid in public and I am thankful that Jim and his wife drove me home, but what happened after the door closed and they drove off, just defies any rational explanation this morning. [[MORE]] My husband, Bill; has been overseas working for the last two weeks and will not be able to fly back from China for another two months. To say it sucks would be the biggest understatement of the year!! We Skype and chat online and all of that, but I am so tired of sleeping by myself in our King-sized bed and worst of all, never feeling a man's warm body next to me to curl up against; to press my boobs against. To make my lower lips wet and to make me shudder and… well, you get the picture. Before he left, we went to an adult toy store and to be honest, I was shocked. I had never in my wildest dreams realized there were so many different dongs, vibes fake cocks or whatever you want to call them!! Some, I have to admit, I stared at thinking either, “That would never fit ANY woman for pleasure or, “Now how the hell do you find any pleasure in THAT?!” But eventually, we found “Little Billy” as I christened him, and he was my substitute while “Big Bill” was in China. But Little Billy only left me more horny, and soon I started going out of my mind wanting sex!! I mean, it has only been three weeks and I cannot walk by a breathing male between the ages of 18 and 75 and not think, “I wonder how he is hung?” So when I was sitting on Santa's lap for the department pictures, I vaguely remember putting my hand on the old Elf's crotch and finding he was quite happy working that night!! In fact, while the camera person got everyone organized, I handled him to a full erection that I only barely kept from attacking right then and there!!! Unfortunately, Jim's wife wanted to go home soon after the picture, and since they really were the only other people heading my direction, I piled into their car and accepted their hospitality. Actually, I acted like I was asleep and once we had driven five minutes I heard Bill start moaning, and then, after she looked back at me a couple of more times, “Mrs. Jim” took off her seat belt and was in her husband's lap, sucking his cock like a noisy whore! I was so jealous, that I reached in my shirt and unhooked my front hooker and played with my D cup tits! I saw Jim's eyes about bug out of his head and then he adjusted mirror as he drove with his wife giving him a blow job and I knew he was looking now at me. I slid my blouse off of my shoulder and ran a hand up my skirt and gave him a show above the waist while I came only seconds after he did and just a minute before he pulled into my apartment complex. I didn't bother hooking my bra back up and just barely got my blouse closed before the Missus looked back at me to verify that I had not caught her. I played drunk and she put her seat belt on and a minute later we pulled to a stop in front of the apartment. I made Bill get out and “wake me from my “stupor”. And then he walked me up to my door. As we walked I whispered to him, “I wish your cock had been in my shaved pussy instead of your old wife's mouth there, Jimmy.” He looked over at me and I looked up to see that we were not making eye contact. He was looking down at my chest, so I opened my shirt up for him to get a better look and said, “You could have had them, stud…” With that, we reached my door and I handed him my keys and he struggled to put the key in the lock. I laughed and once he got the door open, I moved into him as if to kiss him and said, “And here is what you could have had.” And with that I brought my left hand, still covered with the juices of my cum and pushed three fingers into his mouth. The bastard's eyes flew open and then, despite his wife watching from 30 feet away, he sucked and licked my fingers clean before I laughed and went inside. With my back against the door, I turned the lock and ran the fingers that were only moments ago in my coworker's mouth, back into the wet slit of my pussy and began frigging my clit furiously. I could feel the walls of my pussy clamping around the nothing that was there, and I ached for a cock. I could not believe how horny I was and then it was as if it was the first time. On the mantle was a peppermint stick, one of those white ones with red and green spiraling around it, about a good cock width around and 18 inches long. I will tell you what, Ole' St. Nick had nothing on me as I ran to the fireplace, grabbed the hard candy and started to run it up between my now wet thighs. But then, I thought about all of that sugar and a urinary tract infection and… well you know, so it was off like a flash to the bedroom upstairs to get one of my husband's “rump riding” rubbers. I peeled back the foil and rolled the condom onto the confectionery delight and flopped back on the bed to enjoy my own Northern Lights display. I don't know whether it was the booze, having watched Bill and his wife go at it in the car, teasing him at the door or the using of something as innocent as a Christmas candy in my cunt, but within a very few minutes I was cumming as hard as I had for months even before my enforced abstinence!! In fact, it relaxed me so much that I drifted off to sleep, and this is where things get weird. The next thing that I remember I was naked and in my bedroom, but … somehow I was tied spread-eagle against the wall where the dresser sits. (I have no idea where the dresser went, but the mirror was still there, because I could see the room behind me.) That was when I saw Santa, standing in the middle of my bedroom and he had one of those old fashioned buggy whips in his hand. It was a flexible stick; maybe three feet long with a light-weight cord attached at its end and on the other end of the cord was a leather tassel that was swishing through the air with the casual flicks of his wrist. “Ah, you are finally awake. You have been very naughty this year Sandy Barber and with the price of coal, giving that to you would be a reward! So instead, I have come up with some different ways to handle the naughty girls this year!!” With that, he landed the first brush of the leather thong on my bare ass!! It really did not sting, but I jumped anyway,… just from the surprise of it. I heard a chuckle that I knew was the Jolly Old Elf's, but I also knew was nothing like the one I had imagined as a little girl!! The leather touched my bare flesh again and again, quickly moving from my shoulders to my knees and back. Each one of the touches were not even mildly painful, but combined they caused my skin to warm and within a minute I was beginning to sweat and feel my flesh warm and become ever more sensitive to each lick. After a few minutes of non-stop wrist flicking, the sensations began to move more toward a mosquito and then a bee sting. I pulled and struggled to avoid the flashing whip, but I could not move at all. I looked in the mirror back at the man, and his cheeks were flushed and his brow, beaded with sweat. At the corners of his mouth, just beneath the handlebar mustache of white, a smile was just visible, as if he was concentrating deeply upon the task at hand, but the sheer enjoyment of what he was doing could not be hidden. Then he stopped and he moved up behind me and let the buggy whip fall to the floor. “Your skin blushes so well,” he whispered in my ear. Then I felt his hand at the top of the cleft of my ass as it slid all the way down between my hyper-sensitive cheeks. His finger only hesitated a moment as it made its way over the bud of my butthole. Before I knew what was happening, his fingers were opening the folds of my pussy from behind. “You are such a wet little slut, aren't you? I guess we will have to set that in order too.” With that he stepped back from me and my wondering eyes beheld his enormous bulge with fear, as he undid the thick belt around his waist and folded it over. When I blinked again, I saw his belt shrink and it was only a little more than a couple of finger widths and maybe a foot and a half long. He then dragged the soft leather across my hypersensitive flesh and it reminded me of velvet, so soft. “You are going to like this, my child. You are going to like this a lot,” he breathed into my ear and I shuddered. Then he stepped back and with an underhand stroke, landed the leather strap on the bud of my asshole and it whipped its way underneath me, covering my whole pussy with a sudden snap and stopping just short of my clit!! I let out a squeal!!! I have NEVER associated pain and sex. I thought that such things were so opposite in nature that there was no way possible that they could ever go together. And yet I found myself panting as his slaps caused the blood to come to the surface of my most tender flesh!! I knew this could not be real, but I had no idea how I could ever dream up such mixed emotions and feelings. My pussy was on fire and I felt the folds of flesh engorge and swell, wanting to grasp and hold something deep within itself. After what was probably no more than a couple of minutes, the man in red went to my nightstand, where a glass of ice cubes sat. His fingers collected a piece of ice and then, crossing the room, he moved up right behind me and allowed a few drops of ice cold water to fall upon my hot ass cheeks. I moaned. The contrast of my warmed skin and the ice water was incredible, and I heard the moans from deep in my chest, boiling up through my very soul and out my mouth. What he did next was cruel, as he rubbed the frozen cube across my burning labia and I thought I would faint!!! Back and forth, up and down he moved the ice as I squirmed and moved but I was no match for my bonds. Then, without a word of warning he slid what was left back toward my puckered asshole and he forced the tapered icicle missile inside my dark passage!!! As I moaned under his touch, my tormenter leaned over my shoulder and nibbled upon my ear before saying. “You are even more naughty than I knew!! It seems this may require a little more effort than I thought at first.” He then trailed his tongue down my neck to where it flared out for my shoulders where he sucked a love bite before saying, “Yes, you need the North pole treatment.” He turned his head and said, “Boys, get the chairs!” I saw the two elves then over by the door for the first time. They were maybe four feet tall at the most, and very slim, but also unmistakably male, and they darted out the door in a flash, only to return a second later, each with a wooden, straight-back chair in their hands. As I watched, they placed the two chairs facing each other and then tied their front legs together so that it almost made a bench with chair backs at either end. Santa led me over to stand behind the chairs. (How did I get untied? It was a strange dream!!!) Without a word, the elves each took a length of ribbon and fastened my ankles wide to the outside of the chair legs. With a hand on my back, Santa pushed my torso forward and I found that the back of the chair was the perfect height for keeping my lower body straight. The elves, once again, quickly and efficiently went to work and in the twinkle of an eye, my hands were made fast to the back of the far chair by more Christmas ribbon. I looked back and down between my breasts, which hung large and free beneath me, and saw what I could not believe. With the belt gone from his suit, Santa's pants had been kicked aside and my eyes saw the fattest cock I have ever seen!! I swear to God, the shaft was almost as big around as a can of beer and the head of his cock was even larger!!! “You are so wet, this should be a fun fuck my naughty girl.” I looked down and the elves were now sitting on either side of me the floor with their backs to the chairs. They had shed their pants, and one of them had my baby oil and was lubing up his cock with that, while the other was using my body lotion to polish his rod! Their cocks were normal in girth, but probably nearly 15 inches in length. They looked back at me, at just that moment and they laughed and rolled their heads back, right under my breasts and those little imps each latched deeply onto a nipple and began to suck my boobies down their throats!!! They sucked, in such a way that their tongues seemed to milk my nipples while their mouths and lip covered teeth clamped and pulled fluids from deep inside my body that had never been there before and I could almost feel milk spraying down their throats!! That sensation was interrupted as my lower lips were parted wide to accommodate the huge cock of old St. Nick. He paused only a moment… and then Santa began pushing his monster into me and I could, for a moment, understand what a chimney went through when the Jolly fat man with a sack of toys went down it! But from the sounds coming from the bearded man behind me as he worked himself deeper into my wet flesh, he enjoyed pushing himself into me far more than any chimney!!! He started slowly to move just a little in and out of me at first. But steadily he built the tempo and the thrust tempo into my body. I have never in all of my life felt so full!! At the same time, the two elves continued to do things to me with my breasts that no man or boy had ever done to me before. In fact, I think they could have made me cum, just by sucking on my boobs!!! I came in a thundering climax and I must have passed out for a minute or so, because when I came to, the elf that had used the baby oil on his cock had slid himself under me and was smearing more oil on my tits, as the other stood in front of me, pushing his fuck stick against my lips!! Old Saint Nick had built up quite a rhythm behind me and was pounding me from behind like a jack-hammer. I felt “Baby Oil” elf squeeze my tits together while pulling on my areolas and nipples in an erotic fashion that was only heightened by the feeling of his long meat moving up and back through my cleavage. I opened my mouth to scream and the other elf's throbbing cock slid into my mouth! I rolled my eyes up to look at him and saw him staring down at me with a wolfish smile. He stuck his tongue out at me and wagged the long, almost snake like ribbon of flesh at me as if to show me how talented he was and that his tongue was very capable of doing more than my husband had ever done for me. The unspoken offer was, that first I had to use my own mouth for his pleasure!! In that moment, I decided I would try my best to make all three of their Christmas wishes come true!!! There was a suddenly a new shocking sensation as Santa began opening my sphincter with spit and the tip of a thumb. Within a minute he was knuckle deep in me as he began roaring his lust as he slammed his body one final time, balls deep into me! I felt white hot jets of jizz shoot between my tits and onto my belly as the elf beneath me moaned and then my mouth was full of cum as well! All three of them just kept blowing load after load into me and all over my exposed body until my mind spun completely out of control, and I passed out again. When I next opened my eyes, the room was back to normal and Santa and his elves were gone. I smiled to myself as I thought in amazement how wonderful and amazing my over-active dream had seemed. Then I rolled over to go to the bathroom and the flood of cum ran down my leg. That was also when I saw the green sack sitting on the floor by the bathroom door. Out of the mouth of the bag, flowed a wonderful assortment of adult toys, beyond my most rich imaginations!!! Some may say there is no such thing as Santa…but I am here to tell you. My sore pussy, full toy drawer and bruised wrists tell a completely different story!! Wherever you are, my Jolly fat freak of an elf, I want to wish you a very Merry Christmas!! Thank you Santa!!! Please don't wait another year to cum again!!! By BR_imornery81 for Literotica

St Nick visits a woman after her holiday office party. By BR_imornery81. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Okay, I admit it. I had drunk WAY too much at the Christmas party and had done some stupid things, but I never dreamed in my wildest dreams things would go to where they did!! I mean, I am glad I did not do anything really stupid in public and I am thankful that Jim and his wife drove me home, but what happened after the door closed and they drove off, just defies any rational explanation this morning. [[MORE]] My husband, Bill; has been overseas working for the last two weeks and will not be able to fly back from China for another two months. To say it sucks would be the biggest understatement of the year!! We Skype and chat online and all of that, but I am so tired of sleeping by myself in our King-sized bed and worst of all, never feeling a man's warm body next to me to curl up against; to press my boobs against. To make my lower lips wet and to make me shudder and… well, you get the picture. Before he left, we went to an adult toy store and to be honest, I was shocked. I had never in my wildest dreams realized there were so many different dongs, vibes fake cocks or whatever you want to call them!! Some, I have to admit, I stared at thinking either, “That would never fit ANY woman for pleasure or, “Now how the hell do you find any pleasure in THAT?!” But eventually, we found “Little Billy” as I christened him, and he was my substitute while “Big Bill” was in China. But Little Billy only left me more horny, and soon I started going out of my mind wanting sex!! I mean, it has only been three weeks and I cannot walk by a breathing male between the ages of 18 and 75 and not think, “I wonder how he is hung?” So when I was sitting on Santa's lap for the department pictures, I vaguely remember putting my hand on the old Elf's crotch and finding he was quite happy working that night!! In fact, while the camera person got everyone organized, I handled him to a full erection that I only barely kept from attacking right then and there!!! Unfortunately, Jim's wife wanted to go home soon after the picture, and since they really were the only other people heading my direction, I piled into their car and accepted their hospitality. Actually, I acted like I was asleep and once we had driven five minutes I heard Bill start moaning, and then, after she looked back at me a couple of more times, “Mrs. Jim” took off her seat belt and was in her husband's lap, sucking his cock like a noisy whore! I was so jealous, that I reached in my shirt and unhooked my front hooker and played with my D cup tits! I saw Jim's eyes about bug out of his head and then he adjusted mirror as he drove with his wife giving him a blow job and I knew he was looking now at me. I slid my blouse off of my shoulder and ran a hand up my skirt and gave him a show above the waist while I came only seconds after he did and just a minute before he pulled into my apartment complex. I didn't bother hooking my bra back up and just barely got my blouse closed before the Missus looked back at me to verify that I had not caught her. I played drunk and she put her seat belt on and a minute later we pulled to a stop in front of the apartment. I made Bill get out and “wake me from my “stupor”. And then he walked me up to my door. As we walked I whispered to him, “I wish your cock had been in my shaved pussy instead of your old wife's mouth there, Jimmy.” He looked over at me and I looked up to see that we were not making eye contact. He was looking down at my chest, so I opened my shirt up for him to get a better look and said, “You could have had them, stud…” With that, we reached my door and I handed him my keys and he struggled to put the key in the lock. I laughed and once he got the door open, I moved into him as if to kiss him and said, “And here is what you could have had.” And with that I brought my left hand, still covered with the juices of my cum and pushed three fingers into his mouth. The bastard's eyes flew open and then, despite his wife watching from 30 feet away, he sucked and licked my fingers clean before I laughed and went inside. With my back against the door, I turned the lock and ran the fingers that were only moments ago in my coworker's mouth, back into the wet slit of my pussy and began frigging my clit furiously. I could feel the walls of my pussy clamping around the nothing that was there, and I ached for a cock. I could not believe how horny I was and then it was as if it was the first time. On the mantle was a peppermint stick, one of those white ones with red and green spiraling around it, about a good cock width around and 18 inches long. I will tell you what, Ole' St. Nick had nothing on me as I ran to the fireplace, grabbed the hard candy and started to run it up between my now wet thighs. But then, I thought about all of that sugar and a urinary tract infection and… well you know, so it was off like a flash to the bedroom upstairs to get one of my husband's “rump riding” rubbers. I peeled back the foil and rolled the condom onto the confectionery delight and flopped back on the bed to enjoy my own Northern Lights display. I don't know whether it was the booze, having watched Bill and his wife go at it in the car, teasing him at the door or the using of something as innocent as a Christmas candy in my cunt, but within a very few minutes I was cumming as hard as I had for months even before my enforced abstinence!! In fact, it relaxed me so much that I drifted off to sleep, and this is where things get weird. The next thing that I remember I was naked and in my bedroom, but … somehow I was tied spread-eagle against the wall where the dresser sits. (I have no idea where the dresser went, but the mirror was still there, because I could see the room behind me.) That was when I saw Santa, standing in the middle of my bedroom and he had one of those old fashioned buggy whips in his hand. It was a flexible stick; maybe three feet long with a light-weight cord attached at its end and on the other end of the cord was a leather tassel that was swishing through the air with the casual flicks of his wrist. “Ah, you are finally awake. You have been very naughty this year Sandy Barber and with the price of coal, giving that to you would be a reward! So instead, I have come up with some different ways to handle the naughty girls this year!!” With that, he landed the first brush of the leather thong on my bare ass!! It really did not sting, but I jumped anyway,… just from the surprise of it. I heard a chuckle that I knew was the Jolly Old Elf's, but I also knew was nothing like the one I had imagined as a little girl!! The leather touched my bare flesh again and again, quickly moving from my shoulders to my knees and back. Each one of the touches were not even mildly painful, but combined they caused my skin to warm and within a minute I was beginning to sweat and feel my flesh warm and become ever more sensitive to each lick. After a few minutes of non-stop wrist flicking, the sensations began to move more toward a mosquito and then a bee sting. I pulled and struggled to avoid the flashing whip, but I could not move at all. I looked in the mirror back at the man, and his cheeks were flushed and his brow, beaded with sweat. At the corners of his mouth, just beneath the handlebar mustache of white, a smile was just visible, as if he was concentrating deeply upon the task at hand, but the sheer enjoyment of what he was doing could not be hidden. Then he stopped and he moved up behind me and let the buggy whip fall to the floor. “Your skin blushes so well,” he whispered in my ear. Then I felt his hand at the top of the cleft of my ass as it slid all the way down between my hyper-sensitive cheeks. His finger only hesitated a moment as it made its way over the bud of my butthole. Before I knew what was happening, his fingers were opening the folds of my pussy from behind. “You are such a wet little slut, aren't you? I guess we will have to set that in order too.” With that he stepped back from me and my wondering eyes beheld his enormous bulge with fear, as he undid the thick belt around his waist and folded it over. When I blinked again, I saw his belt shrink and it was only a little more than a couple of finger widths and maybe a foot and a half long. He then dragged the soft leather across my hypersensitive flesh and it reminded me of velvet, so soft. “You are going to like this, my child. You are going to like this a lot,” he breathed into my ear and I shuddered. Then he stepped back and with an underhand stroke, landed the leather strap on the bud of my asshole and it whipped its way underneath me, covering my whole pussy with a sudden snap and stopping just short of my clit!! I let out a squeal!!! I have NEVER associated pain and sex. I thought that such things were so opposite in nature that there was no way possible that they could ever go together. And yet I found myself panting as his slaps caused the blood to come to the surface of my most tender flesh!! I knew this could not be real, but I had no idea how I could ever dream up such mixed emotions and feelings. My pussy was on fire and I felt the folds of flesh engorge and swell, wanting to grasp and hold something deep within itself. After what was probably no more than a couple of minutes, the man in red went to my nightstand, where a glass of ice cubes sat. His fingers collected a piece of ice and then, crossing the room, he moved up right behind me and allowed a few drops of ice cold water to fall upon my hot ass cheeks. I moaned. The contrast of my warmed skin and the ice water was incredible, and I heard the moans from deep in my chest, boiling up through my very soul and out my mouth. What he did next was cruel, as he rubbed the frozen cube across my burning labia and I thought I would faint!!! Back and forth, up and down he moved the ice as I squirmed and moved but I was no match for my bonds. Then, without a word of warning he slid what was left back toward my puckered asshole and he forced the tapered icicle missile inside my dark passage!!! As I moaned under his touch, my tormenter leaned over my shoulder and nibbled upon my ear before saying. “You are even more naughty than I knew!! It seems this may require a little more effort than I thought at first.” He then trailed his tongue down my neck to where it flared out for my shoulders where he sucked a love bite before saying, “Yes, you need the North pole treatment.” He turned his head and said, “Boys, get the chairs!” I saw the two elves then over by the door for the first time. They were maybe four feet tall at the most, and very slim, but also unmistakably male, and they darted out the door in a flash, only to return a second later, each with a wooden, straight-back chair in their hands. As I watched, they placed the two chairs facing each other and then tied their front legs together so that it almost made a bench with chair backs at either end. Santa led me over to stand behind the chairs. (How did I get untied? It was a strange dream!!!) Without a word, the elves each took a length of ribbon and fastened my ankles wide to the outside of the chair legs. With a hand on my back, Santa pushed my torso forward and I found that the back of the chair was the perfect height for keeping my lower body straight. The elves, once again, quickly and efficiently went to work and in the twinkle of an eye, my hands were made fast to the back of the far chair by more Christmas ribbon. I looked back and down between my breasts, which hung large and free beneath me, and saw what I could not believe. With the belt gone from his suit, Santa's pants had been kicked aside and my eyes saw the fattest cock I have ever seen!! I swear to God, the shaft was almost as big around as a can of beer and the head of his cock was even larger!!! “You are so wet, this should be a fun fuck my naughty girl.” I looked down and the elves were now sitting on either side of me the floor with their backs to the chairs. They had shed their pants, and one of them had my baby oil and was lubing up his cock with that, while the other was using my body lotion to polish his rod! Their cocks were normal in girth, but probably nearly 15 inches in length. They looked back at me, at just that moment and they laughed and rolled their heads back, right under my breasts and those little imps each latched deeply onto a nipple and began to suck my boobies down their throats!!! They sucked, in such a way that their tongues seemed to milk my nipples while their mouths and lip covered teeth clamped and pulled fluids from deep inside my body that had never been there before and I could almost feel milk spraying down their throats!! That sensation was interrupted as my lower lips were parted wide to accommodate the huge cock of old St. Nick. He paused only a moment… and then Santa began pushing his monster into me and I could, for a moment, understand what a chimney went through when the Jolly fat man with a sack of toys went down it! But from the sounds coming from the bearded man behind me as he worked himself deeper into my wet flesh, he enjoyed pushing himself into me far more than any chimney!!! He started slowly to move just a little in and out of me at first. But steadily he built the tempo and the thrust tempo into my body. I have never in all of my life felt so full!! At the same time, the two elves continued to do things to me with my breasts that no man or boy had ever done to me before. In fact, I think they could have made me cum, just by sucking on my boobs!!! I came in a thundering climax and I must have passed out for a minute or so, because when I came to, the elf that had used the baby oil on his cock had slid himself under me and was smearing more oil on my tits, as the other stood in front of me, pushing his fuck stick against my lips!! Old Saint Nick had built up quite a rhythm behind me and was pounding me from behind like a jack-hammer. I felt “Baby Oil” elf squeeze my tits together while pulling on my areolas and nipples in an erotic fashion that was only heightened by the feeling of his long meat moving up and back through my cleavage. I opened my mouth to scream and the other elf's throbbing cock slid into my mouth! I rolled my eyes up to look at him and saw him staring down at me with a wolfish smile. He stuck his tongue out at me and wagged the long, almost snake like ribbon of flesh at me as if to show me how talented he was and that his tongue was very capable of doing more than my husband had ever done for me. The unspoken offer was, that first I had to use my own mouth for his pleasure!! In that moment, I decided I would try my best to make all three of their Christmas wishes come true!!! There was a suddenly a new shocking sensation as Santa began opening my sphincter with spit and the tip of a thumb. Within a minute he was knuckle deep in me as he began roaring his lust as he slammed his body one final time, balls deep into me! I felt white hot jets of jizz shoot between my tits and onto my belly as the elf beneath me moaned and then my mouth was full of cum as well! All three of them just kept blowing load after load into me and all over my exposed body until my mind spun completely out of control, and I passed out again. When I next opened my eyes, the room was back to normal and Santa and his elves were gone. I smiled to myself as I thought in amazement how wonderful and amazing my over-active dream had seemed. Then I rolled over to go to the bathroom and the flood of cum ran down my leg. That was also when I saw the green sack sitting on the floor by the bathroom door. Out of the mouth of the bag, flowed a wonderful assortment of adult toys, beyond my most rich imaginations!!! Some may say there is no such thing as Santa…but I am here to tell you. My sore pussy, full toy drawer and bruised wrists tell a completely different story!! Wherever you are, my Jolly fat freak of an elf, I want to wish you a very Merry Christmas!! Thank you Santa!!! Please don't wait another year to cum again!!! By BR_imornery81 for Literotica

St Nick visits a woman after her holiday office party.By BR_imornery81. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.Okay, I admit it. I had drunk WAY too much at the Christmas party and had done some stupid things, but I never dreamed in my wildest dreams things would go to where they did!! I mean, I am glad I did not do anything really stupid in public and I am thankful that Jim and his wife drove me home, but what happened after the door closed and they drove off, just defies any rational explanation this morning.My husband, Bill; has been overseas working for the last two weeks and will not be able to fly back from China for another two months. To say it sucks would be the biggest understatement of the year!! We Skype and chat online and all of that, but I am so tired of sleeping by myself in our King-sized bed and worst of all, never feeling a man's warm body next to me to curl up against; to press my boobs against. To make my lower lips wet and to make me shudder and… well, you get the picture.Before he left, we went to an adult toy store and to be honest, I was shocked. I had never in my wildest dreams realized there were so many different dongs, vibes fake cocks or whatever you want to call them!! Some, I have to admit, I stared at thinking either, “That would never fit ANY woman for pleasure or, “Now how the hell do you find any pleasure in THAT?!” But eventually, we found “Little Billy” as I christened him, and he was my substitute while “Big Bill” was in China.But Little Billy only left me more horny, and soon I started going out of my mind wanting sex!! I mean, it has only been three weeks and I cannot walk by a breathing male between the ages of 18 and 75 and not think, “I wonder how he is hung?” So when I was sitting on Santa's lap for the department pictures, I vaguely remember putting my hand on the old Elf's crotch and finding he was quite happy working that night!! In fact, while the camera person got everyone organized, I handled him to a full erection that I only barely kept from attacking right then and there!!!Unfortunately, Jim's wife wanted to go home soon after the picture, and since they really were the only other people heading my direction, I piled into their car and accepted their hospitality. Actually, I acted like I was asleep and once we had driven five minutes I heard Bill start moaning, and then, after she looked back at me a couple of more times, “Mrs. Jim” took off her seat belt and was in her husband's lap, sucking his cock like a noisy whore! I was so jealous, that I reached in my shirt and unhooked my front hooker and played with my D cup tits! I saw Jim's eyes about bug out of his head and then he adjusted mirror as he drove with his wife giving him a blow job and I knew he was looking now at me. I slid my blouse off of my shoulder and ran a hand up my skirt and gave him a show above the waist while I came only seconds after he did and just a minute before he pulled into my apartment complex.I didn't bother hooking my bra back up and just barely got my blouse closed before the Missus looked back at me to verify that I had not caught her. I played drunk and she put her seat belt on and a minute later we pulled to a stop in front of the apartment. I made Bill get out and “wake me from my “stupor”. And then he walked me up to my door. As we walked I whispered to him, “I wish your cock had been in my shaved pussy instead of your old wife's mouth there, Jimmy.”He looked over at me and I looked up to see that we were not making eye contact. He was looking down at my chest, so I opened my shirt up for him to get a better look and said, “You could have had them, stud…” With that, we reached my door and I handed him my keys and he struggled to put the key in the lock. I laughed and once he got the door open, I moved into him as if to kiss him and said, “And here is what you could have had.” And with that I brought my left hand, still covered with the juices of my cum and pushed three fingers into his mouth.The bastard's eyes flew open and then, despite his wife watching from 30 feet away, he sucked and licked my fingers clean before I laughed and went inside.With my back against the door, I turned the lock and ran the fingers that were only moments ago in my coworker's mouth, back into the wet slit of my pussy and began frigging my clit furiously. I could feel the walls of my pussy clamping around the nothing that was there, and I ached for a cock. I could not believe how horny I was and then it was as if it was the first time. On the mantle was a peppermint stick, one of those white ones with red and green spiraling around it, about a good cock width around and 18 inches long.I will tell you what, Ole' St. Nick had nothing on me as I ran to the fireplace, grabbed the hard candy and started to run it up between my now wet thighs. But then, I thought about all of that sugar and a urinary tract infection and… well you know, so it was off like a flash to the bedroom upstairs to get one of my husband's “rump riding” rubbers.I peeled back the foil and rolled the condom onto the confectionery delight and flopped back on the bed to enjoy my own Northern Lights display. I don't know whether it was the booze, having watched Bill and his wife go at it in the car, teasing him at the door or the using of something as innocent as a Christmas candy in my cunt, but within a very few minutes I was cumming as hard as I had for months even before my enforced abstinence!!In fact, it relaxed me so much that I drifted off to sleep, and this is where things get weird.The next thing that I remember I was naked and in my bedroom, but … somehow I was tied spread-eagle against the wall where the dresser sits. (I have no idea where the dresser went, but the mirror was still there, because I could see the room behind me.) That was when I saw Santa, standing in the middle of my bedroom and he had one of those old fashioned buggy whips in his hand. It was a flexible stick; maybe three feet long with a light-weight cord attached at its end and on the other end of the cord was a leather tassel that was swishing through the air with the casual flicks of his wrist.“Ah, you are finally awake. You have been very naughty this year Sandy Barber and with the price of coal, giving that to you would be a reward! So instead, I have come up with some different ways to handle the naughty girls this year!!” With that, he landed the first brush of the leather thong on my bare ass!! It really did not sting, but I jumped anyway,… just from the surprise of it. I heard a chuckle that I knew was the Jolly Old Elf's, but I also knew was nothing like the one I had imagined as a little girl!!The leather touched my bare flesh again and again, quickly moving from my shoulders to my knees and back. Each one of the touches were not even mildly painful, but combined they caused my skin to warm and within a minute I was beginning to sweat and feel my flesh warm and become ever more sensitive to each lick.After a few minutes of non-stop wrist flicking, the sensations began to move more toward a mosquito and then a bee sting. I pulled and struggled to avoid the flashing whip, but I could not move at all. I looked in the mirror back at the man, and his cheeks were flushed and his brow, beaded with sweat. At the corners of his mouth, just beneath the handlebar mustache of white, a smile was just visible, as if he was concentrating deeply upon the task at hand, but the sheer enjoyment of what he was doing could not be hidden.Then he stopped and he moved up behind me and let the buggy whip fall to the floor. “Your skin blushes so well,” he whispered in my ear. Then I felt his hand at the top of the cleft of my ass as it slid all the way down between my hyper-sensitive cheeks. His finger only hesitated a moment as it made its way over the bud of my butthole. Before I knew what was happening, his fingers were opening the folds of my pussy from behind. “You are such a wet little slut, aren't you? I guess we will have to set that in order too.”With that he stepped back from me and my wondering eyes beheld his enormous bulge with fear, as he undid the thick belt around his waist and folded it over. When I blinked again, I saw his belt shrink and it was only a little more than a couple of finger widths and maybe a foot and a half long. He then dragged the soft leather across my hypersensitive flesh and it reminded me of velvet, so soft. “You are going to like this, my child. You are going to like this a lot,” he breathed into my ear and I shuddered.Then he stepped back and with an underhand stroke, landed the leather strap on the bud of my asshole and it whipped its way underneath me, covering my whole pussy with a sudden snap and stopping just short of my clit!! I let out a squeal!!!I have NEVER associated pain and sex. I thought that such things were so opposite in nature that there was no way possible that they could ever go together. And yet I found myself panting as his slaps caused the blood to come to the surface of my most tender flesh!! I knew this could not be real, but I had no idea how I could ever dream up such mixed emotions and feelings. My pussy was on fire and I felt the folds of flesh engorge and swell, wanting to grasp and hold something deep within itself.After what was probably no more than a couple of minutes, the man in red went to my nightstand, where a glass of ice cubes sat. His fingers collected a piece of ice and then, crossing the room, he moved up right behind me and allowed a few drops of ice cold water to fall upon my hot ass cheeks. I moaned. The contrast of my warmed skin and the ice water was incredible, and I heard the moans from deep in my chest, boiling up through my very soul and out my mouth.What he did next was cruel, as he rubbed the frozen cube across my burning labia and I thought I would faint!!! Back and forth, up and down he moved the ice as I squirmed and moved but I was no match for my bonds. Then, without a word of warning he slid what was left back toward my puckered asshole and he forced the tapered icicle missile inside my dark passage!!!As I moaned under his touch, my tormenter leaned over my shoulder and nibbled upon my ear before saying. “You are even more naughty than I knew!! It seems this may require a little more effort than I thought at first.” He then trailed his tongue down my neck to where it flared out for my shoulders where he sucked a love bite before saying, “Yes, you need the North pole treatment.”He turned his head and said, “Boys, get the chairs!” I saw the two elves then over by the door for the first time. They were maybe four feet tall at the most, and very slim, but also unmistakably male, and they darted out the door in a flash, only to return a second later, each with a wooden, straight-back chair in their hands. As I watched, they placed the two chairs facing each other and then tied their front legs together so that it almost made a bench with chair backs at either end.Santa led me over to stand behind the chairs. (How did I get untied? It was a strange dream!!!) Without a word, the elves each took a length of ribbon and fastened my ankles wide to the outside of the chair legs. With a hand on my back, Santa pushed my torso forward and I found that the back of the chair was the perfect height for keeping my lower body straight. The elves, once again, quickly and efficiently went to work and in the twinkle of an eye, my hands were made fast to the back of the far chair by more Christmas ribbon.I looked back and down between my breasts, which hung large and free beneath me, and saw what I could not believe. With the belt gone from his suit, Santa's pants had been kicked aside and my eyes saw the fattest cock I have ever seen!! I swear to God, the shaft was almost as big around as a can of beer and the head of his cock was even larger!!! “You are so wet, this should be a fun fuck my naughty girl.”I looked down and the elves were now sitting on either side of me the floor with their backs to the chairs. They had shed their pants, and one of them had my baby oil and was lubing up his cock with that, while the other was using my body lotion to polish his rod! Their cocks were normal in girth, but probably nearly 15 inches in length. They looked back at me, at just that moment and they laughed and rolled their heads back, right under my breasts and those little imps each latched deeply onto a nipple and began to suck my boobies down their throats!!! They sucked, in such a way that their tongues seemed to milk my nipples while their mouths and lip covered teeth clamped and pulled fluids from deep inside my body that had never been there before and I could almost feel milk spraying down their throats!!That sensation was interrupted as my lower lips were parted wide to accommodate the huge cock of old St. Nick. He paused only a moment… and then Santa began pushing his monster into me and I could, for a moment, understand what a chimney went through when the Jolly fat man with a sack of toys went down it! But from the sounds coming from the bearded man behind me as he worked himself deeper into my wet flesh, he enjoyed pushing himself into me far more than any chimney!!!He started slowly to move just a little in and out of me at first. But steadily he built the tempo and the thrust tempo into my body. I have never in all of my life felt so full!! At the same time, the two elves continued to do things to me with my breasts that no man or boy had ever done to me before. In fact, I think they could have made me cum, just by sucking on my boobs!!!I came in a thundering climax and I must have passed out for a minute or so, because when I came to, the elf that had used the baby oil on his cock had slid himself under me and was smearing more oil on my tits, as the other stood in front of me, pushing his fuck stick against my lips!! Old Saint Nick had built up quite a rhythm behind me and was pounding me from behind like a jack-hammer. I felt “Baby Oil” elf squeeze my tits together while pulling on my areolas and nipples in an erotic fashion that was only heightened by the feeling of his long meat moving up and back through my cleavage.I opened my mouth to scream and the other elf's throbbing cock slid into my mouth! I rolled my eyes up to look at him and saw him staring down at me with a wolfish smile. He stuck his tongue out at me and wagged the long, almost snake like ribbon of flesh at me as if to show me how talented he was and that his tongue was very capable of doing more than my husband had ever done for me. The unspoken offer was, that first I had to use my own mouth for his pleasure!!In that moment, I decided I would try my best to make all three of their Christmas wishes come true!!!There was a suddenly a new shocking sensation as Santa began opening my sphincter with spit and the tip of a thumb. Within a minute he was knuckle deep in me as he began roaring his lust as he slammed his body one final time, balls deep into me!I felt white hot jets of jizz shoot between my tits and onto my belly as the elf beneath me moaned and then my mouth was full of cum as well! All three of them just kept blowing load after load into me and all over my exposed body until my mind spun completely out of control, and I passed out again.When I next opened my eyes, the room was back to normal and Santa and his elves were gone. I smiled to myself as I thought in amazement how wonderful and amazing my over-active dream had seemed.Then I rolled over to go to the bathroom and the flood of cum ran down my leg. That was also when I saw the green sack sitting on the floor by the bathroom door. Out of the mouth of the bag, flowed a wonderful assortment of adult toys, beyond my most rich imaginations!!!Some may say there is no such thing as Santa…but I am here to tell you. My sore pussy, full toy drawer and bruised wrists tell a completely different story!!Wherever you are, my Jolly fat freak of an elf, I want to wish you a very Merry Christmas!! Thank you Santa!!! Please don't wait another year to cum again!!!By BR_imornery81 for Literotica

St Nick visits a woman after her holiday office party.By BR_imornery81. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.Okay, I admit it. I had drunk WAY too much at the Christmas party and had done some stupid things, but I never dreamed in my wildest dreams things would go to where they did!! I mean, I am glad I did not do anything really stupid in public and I am thankful that Jim and his wife drove me home, but what happened after the door closed and they drove off, just defies any rational explanation this morning.My husband, Bill; has been overseas working for the last two weeks and will not be able to fly back from China for another two months. To say it sucks would be the biggest understatement of the year!! We Skype and chat online and all of that, but I am so tired of sleeping by myself in our King-sized bed and worst of all, never feeling a man's warm body next to me to curl up against; to press my boobs against. To make my lower lips wet and to make me shudder and… well, you get the picture.Before he left, we went to an adult toy store and to be honest, I was shocked. I had never in my wildest dreams realized there were so many different dongs, vibes fake cocks or whatever you want to call them!! Some, I have to admit, I stared at thinking either, “That would never fit ANY woman for pleasure or, “Now how the hell do you find any pleasure in THAT?!” But eventually, we found “Little Billy” as I christened him, and he was my substitute while “Big Bill” was in China.But Little Billy only left me more horny, and soon I started going out of my mind wanting sex!! I mean, it has only been three weeks and I cannot walk by a breathing male between the ages of 18 and 75 and not think, “I wonder how he is hung?” So when I was sitting on Santa's lap for the department pictures, I vaguely remember putting my hand on the old Elf's crotch and finding he was quite happy working that night!! In fact, while the camera person got everyone organized, I handled him to a full erection that I only barely kept from attacking right then and there!!!Unfortunately, Jim's wife wanted to go home soon after the picture, and since they really were the only other people heading my direction, I piled into their car and accepted their hospitality. Actually, I acted like I was asleep and once we had driven five minutes I heard Bill start moaning, and then, after she looked back at me a couple of more times, “Mrs. Jim” took off her seat belt and was in her husband's lap, sucking his cock like a noisy whore! I was so jealous, that I reached in my shirt and unhooked my front hooker and played with my D cup tits! I saw Jim's eyes about bug out of his head and then he adjusted mirror as he drove with his wife giving him a blow job and I knew he was looking now at me. I slid my blouse off of my shoulder and ran a hand up my skirt and gave him a show above the waist while I came only seconds after he did and just a minute before he pulled into my apartment complex.I didn't bother hooking my bra back up and just barely got my blouse closed before the Missus looked back at me to verify that I had not caught her. I played drunk and she put her seat belt on and a minute later we pulled to a stop in front of the apartment. I made Bill get out and “wake me from my “stupor”. And then he walked me up to my door. As we walked I whispered to him, “I wish your cock had been in my shaved pussy instead of your old wife's mouth there, Jimmy.”He looked over at me and I looked up to see that we were not making eye contact. He was looking down at my chest, so I opened my shirt up for him to get a better look and said, “You could have had them, stud…” With that, we reached my door and I handed him my keys and he struggled to put the key in the lock. I laughed and once he got the door open, I moved into him as if to kiss him and said, “And here is what you could have had.” And with that I brought my left hand, still covered with the juices of my cum and pushed three fingers into his mouth.The bastard's eyes flew open and then, despite his wife watching from 30 feet away, he sucked and licked my fingers clean before I laughed and went inside.With my back against the door, I turned the lock and ran the fingers that were only moments ago in my coworker's mouth, back into the wet slit of my pussy and began frigging my clit furiously. I could feel the walls of my pussy clamping around the nothing that was there, and I ached for a cock. I could not believe how horny I was and then it was as if it was the first time. On the mantle was a peppermint stick, one of those white ones with red and green spiraling around it, about a good cock width around and 18 inches long.I will tell you what, Ole' St. Nick had nothing on me as I ran to the fireplace, grabbed the hard candy and started to run it up between my now wet thighs. But then, I thought about all of that sugar and a urinary tract infection and… well you know, so it was off like a flash to the bedroom upstairs to get one of my husband's “rump riding” rubbers.I peeled back the foil and rolled the condom onto the confectionery delight and flopped back on the bed to enjoy my own Northern Lights display. I don't know whether it was the booze, having watched Bill and his wife go at it in the car, teasing him at the door or the using of something as innocent as a Christmas candy in my cunt, but within a very few minutes I was cumming as hard as I had for months even before my enforced abstinence!!In fact, it relaxed me so much that I drifted off to sleep, and this is where things get weird.The next thing that I remember I was naked and in my bedroom, but … somehow I was tied spread-eagle against the wall where the dresser sits. (I have no idea where the dresser went, but the mirror was still there, because I could see the room behind me.) That was when I saw Santa, standing in the middle of my bedroom and he had one of those old fashioned buggy whips in his hand. It was a flexible stick; maybe three feet long with a light-weight cord attached at its end and on the other end of the cord was a leather tassel that was swishing through the air with the casual flicks of his wrist.“Ah, you are finally awake. You have been very naughty this year Sandy Barber and with the price of coal, giving that to you would be a reward! So instead, I have come up with some different ways to handle the naughty girls this year!!” With that, he landed the first brush of the leather thong on my bare ass!! It really did not sting, but I jumped anyway,… just from the surprise of it. I heard a chuckle that I knew was the Jolly Old Elf's, but I also knew was nothing like the one I had imagined as a little girl!!The leather touched my bare flesh again and again, quickly moving from my shoulders to my knees and back. Each one of the touches were not even mildly painful, but combined they caused my skin to warm and within a minute I was beginning to sweat and feel my flesh warm and become ever more sensitive to each lick.After a few minutes of non-stop wrist flicking, the sensations began to move more toward a mosquito and then a bee sting. I pulled and struggled to avoid the flashing whip, but I could not move at all. I looked in the mirror back at the man, and his cheeks were flushed and his brow, beaded with sweat. At the corners of his mouth, just beneath the handlebar mustache of white, a smile was just visible, as if he was concentrating deeply upon the task at hand, but the sheer enjoyment of what he was doing could not be hidden.Then he stopped and he moved up behind me and let the buggy whip fall to the floor. “Your skin blushes so well,” he whispered in my ear. Then I felt his hand at the top of the cleft of my ass as it slid all the way down between my hyper-sensitive cheeks. His finger only hesitated a moment as it made its way over the bud of my butthole. Before I knew what was happening, his fingers were opening the folds of my pussy from behind. “You are such a wet little slut, aren't you? I guess we will have to set that in order too.”With that he stepped back from me and my wondering eyes beheld his enormous bulge with fear, as he undid the thick belt around his waist and folded it over. When I blinked again, I saw his belt shrink and it was only a little more than a couple of finger widths and maybe a foot and a half long. He then dragged the soft leather across my hypersensitive flesh and it reminded me of velvet, so soft. “You are going to like this, my child. You are going to like this a lot,” he breathed into my ear and I shuddered.Then he stepped back and with an underhand stroke, landed the leather strap on the bud of my asshole and it whipped its way underneath me, covering my whole pussy with a sudden snap and stopping just short of my clit!! I let out a squeal!!!I have NEVER associated pain and sex. I thought that such things were so opposite in nature that there was no way possible that they could ever go together. And yet I found myself panting as his slaps caused the blood to come to the surface of my most tender flesh!! I knew this could not be real, but I had no idea how I could ever dream up such mixed emotions and feelings. My pussy was on fire and I felt the folds of flesh engorge and swell, wanting to grasp and hold something deep within itself.After what was probably no more than a couple of minutes, the man in red went to my nightstand, where a glass of ice cubes sat. His fingers collected a piece of ice and then, crossing the room, he moved up right behind me and allowed a few drops of ice cold water to fall upon my hot ass cheeks. I moaned. The contrast of my warmed skin and the ice water was incredible, and I heard the moans from deep in my chest, boiling up through my very soul and out my mouth.What he did next was cruel, as he rubbed the frozen cube across my burning labia and I thought I would faint!!! Back and forth, up and down he moved the ice as I squirmed and moved but I was no match for my bonds. Then, without a word of warning he slid what was left back toward my puckered asshole and he forced the tapered icicle missile inside my dark passage!!!As I moaned under his touch, my tormenter leaned over my shoulder and nibbled upon my ear before saying. “You are even more naughty than I knew!! It seems this may require a little more effort than I thought at first.” He then trailed his tongue down my neck to where it flared out for my shoulders where he sucked a love bite before saying, “Yes, you need the North pole treatment.”He turned his head and said, “Boys, get the chairs!” I saw the two elves then over by the door for the first time. They were maybe four feet tall at the most, and very slim, but also unmistakably male, and they darted out the door in a flash, only to return a second later, each with a wooden, straight-back chair in their hands. As I watched, they placed the two chairs facing each other and then tied their front legs together so that it almost made a bench with chair backs at either end.Santa led me over to stand behind the chairs. (How did I get untied? It was a strange dream!!!) Without a word, the elves each took a length of ribbon and fastened my ankles wide to the outside of the chair legs. With a hand on my back, Santa pushed my torso forward and I found that the back of the chair was the perfect height for keeping my lower body straight. The elves, once again, quickly and efficiently went to work and in the twinkle of an eye, my hands were made fast to the back of the far chair by more Christmas ribbon.I looked back and down between my breasts, which hung large and free beneath me, and saw what I could not believe. With the belt gone from his suit, Santa's pants had been kicked aside and my eyes saw the fattest cock I have ever seen!! I swear to God, the shaft was almost as big around as a can of beer and the head of his cock was even larger!!! “You are so wet, this should be a fun fuck my naughty girl.”I looked down and the elves were now sitting on either side of me the floor with their backs to the chairs. They had shed their pants, and one of them had my baby oil and was lubing up his cock with that, while the other was using my body lotion to polish his rod! Their cocks were normal in girth, but probably nearly 15 inches in length. They looked back at me, at just that moment and they laughed and rolled their heads back, right under my breasts and those little imps each latched deeply onto a nipple and began to suck my boobies down their throats!!! They sucked, in such a way that their tongues seemed to milk my nipples while their mouths and lip covered teeth clamped and pulled fluids from deep inside my body that had never been there before and I could almost feel milk spraying down their throats!!That sensation was interrupted as my lower lips were parted wide to accommodate the huge cock of old St. Nick. He paused only a moment… and then Santa began pushing his monster into me and I could, for a moment, understand what a chimney went through when the Jolly fat man with a sack of toys went down it! But from the sounds coming from the bearded man behind me as he worked himself deeper into my wet flesh, he enjoyed pushing himself into me far more than any chimney!!!He started slowly to move just a little in and out of me at first. But steadily he built the tempo and the thrust tempo into my body. I have never in all of my life felt so full!! At the same time, the two elves continued to do things to me with my breasts that no man or boy had ever done to me before. In fact, I think they could have made me cum, just by sucking on my boobs!!!I came in a thundering climax and I must have passed out for a minute or so, because when I came to, the elf that had used the baby oil on his cock had slid himself under me and was smearing more oil on my tits, as the other stood in front of me, pushing his fuck stick against my lips!! Old Saint Nick had built up quite a rhythm behind me and was pounding me from behind like a jack-hammer. I felt “Baby Oil” elf squeeze my tits together while pulling on my areolas and nipples in an erotic fashion that was only heightened by the feeling of his long meat moving up and back through my cleavage.I opened my mouth to scream and the other elf's throbbing cock slid into my mouth! I rolled my eyes up to look at him and saw him staring down at me with a wolfish smile. He stuck his tongue out at me and wagged the long, almost snake like ribbon of flesh at me as if to show me how talented he was and that his tongue was very capable of doing more than my husband had ever done for me. The unspoken offer was, that first I had to use my own mouth for his pleasure!!In that moment, I decided I would try my best to make all three of their Christmas wishes come true!!!There was a suddenly a new shocking sensation as Santa began opening my sphincter with spit and the tip of a thumb. Within a minute he was knuckle deep in me as he began roaring his lust as he slammed his body one final time, balls deep into me!I felt white hot jets of jizz shoot between my tits and onto my belly as the elf beneath me moaned and then my mouth was full of cum as well! All three of them just kept blowing load after load into me and all over my exposed body until my mind spun completely out of control, and I passed out again.When I next opened my eyes, the room was back to normal and Santa and his elves were gone. I smiled to myself as I thought in amazement how wonderful and amazing my over-active dream had seemed.Then I rolled over to go to the bathroom and the flood of cum ran down my leg. That was also when I saw the green sack sitting on the floor by the bathroom door. Out of the mouth of the bag, flowed a wonderful assortment of adult toys, beyond my most rich imaginations!!!Some may say there is no such thing as Santa…but I am here to tell you. My sore pussy, full toy drawer and bruised wrists tell a completely different story!!Wherever you are, my Jolly fat freak of an elf, I want to wish you a very Merry Christmas!! Thank you Santa!!! Please don't wait another year to cum again!!!By BR_imornery81 for Literotica

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0:14 Hello, and thank you very much for listening to this episode of The Billy Newman photo podcast. I was just talking about terminal stuff and SSH in another podcast just a little bit ago. And I guess what I was gonna say is, how much about the channel? Do you know? Do you know any terminal tips? I was gonna try one out today, talking about it, it might be kind of tough. I'm sure that's what you're interested in listening to on your Alexa right now. Wait, I mean echo sorry. I was gonna mention the commands if you go to your Mac, or you go to a Unix system, as it were you open up a terminal. A couple of things you can run, it's probably going to run bash, I figure like I'm some expert, but I think that's the Bourne again, shall I think it's kind of one of the more modern, sort of basic default shells that seems to run. If you run Linux, I don't know got up. Yeah. And you probably know a lot more about it than I do already. So you know, you're on your terminal tip for the moment, especially if you're on a Macintosh, I guess it doesn't work on a Windows machine, because that runs DOS, right? It's not a Unix-based system shoot. But if you're on a Mac, and you want to get into your terminal, and you want to move around just a little bit to sort of seeing what it's like, I guess two commands that would get you started would be the ls command in the Bourne shell. So the bash shell. the ls command is like the list command. So when you type in LS, and then return, what you're going to have to happen is it's going to list the contents of the directory that you're currently in, in text and command line. Oh, man, it's pretty exciting. You're gonna be excited when you see it for the first time. If you want to see some other things, I guess what you try, this is a bonus one, this is a big one, too, is CD, this current directory command. So if you want to, I guess move directories from what directory you're at now, your root directory, let's say and you want to move up to your pictures directory that you see when you type in LS, you're going to type in cd space, pictures, and then you're going to hit return and that's going to move you to the directory of pictures. Then when you type in LS, you're going to get a list of the contents of the directory in pictures. Wow, pretty amazing. You moved a directory in Unix and you found out on this flash briefing. 2:30 You can see more of my work at Billy Newman photo calm, you can check out some of my photo books on Amazon. I think if you look at Billy Newman under the author's section there and see some of the photo books on film on the desert, on surrealism on camping, and cool stuff over there. I think Yeah like I said, I like the October period, you know, it's kind of a cool outdoor month for stuff and that's kind of what I'm going to talk about too is kind of layering up stuff for October I've been trying to kind of build up the layers of clothes and the layers of like shelter stuff that I have for some of the outdoor travel stuff that I go out and do and I do it on a budget and I don't have much stuff and like other people have a lot more experience of like just getting to try all these different pieces and see like the benefits or the kind of weigh out the pluses and minuses of different pieces. And so I'm sure it's probably the case that like the best gear is always the best gear. It's kind of interesting to sort of go through those checklists or you know, like kind of in your mind like seeing like what like how's this work or what's better for me for this thing or not. So I've been pretty happy to always have or for the last couple of years to have like a vortex range outlay and for a lot of outdoor stuff that I do in Oregon, later into the year that's been like a real lifesaver for having just like a hard waterproof shell that I can like the trust that as like a good hood on it that I can keep me dry for most of the day. That along with I guess kind of like working inward like the puffy jacket makes a huge difference. And so I use a puffy jacket all the time. There are a few differences like sizes though and you sort of have to like look at the down fill layer to see what's going to be best for you and like the climate that you're going out to that it's kind of weird it goes back and forth through me a little bit. So like out here in Oregon, where I am like west of the Cascades it's sort of a mild climate a lot of the year and so I'm able to I think you're kind of dealing with like above freezing temperatures. Most hours and on most days through the year I think like you know there's some sections of the year where you get some heavy freezes but outside of those storm times it's like pretty mild weather a lot of the time and if I'm going camping or doing something outdoors in the winter. Well, there are a couple of different types I definitely use it but really for a lot of like the three-season work I do. I use a light puffy jacket either because of North Face Thermal, or thermo ball, I think it's like a like polyester-based one. It's not a downfield, puffy jacket. But I've used that for maybe six years now. And I appreciate having that I think it's great. That's probably one of my most used insulating layers when I'm going out and I mean works great, really all four seasons with the kind of compared in these mild weather circumstances like I am here in Oregon like that paired with that shell, it has been enough for me to go out. And in almost every kind of weather circumstances I've been in when I've gone out and been working or like when I was working outside a lot in the rain and trying to be outside like most days through the fall and winter, it was really fine to do that with a strong or like a good GoreTex shell that keeps you dry all the way and puffy, thermo insulating layer that keeps you warm. So it's pretty cool, but kind of comparing that and I have like this Patagonia jacket that I think has a heavier down fill rating and that has a lot of insulation to it, which is cool, warm jackets are great. And I take that out kind of deeper into the winter. But what I noticed though, is that for a lot of circumstances, like I said three season work. And while you're working or kind of like physically kind of exerting yourself I've noticed like if it's not below freezing that is too warm of a jacket to wear. And so you kind of get to pick a little bit of like where your environmental thresholds are like what kind of environment you spend a lot of time in and is it going to be above freezing temperatures below freezing temperatures, or is it going to be hot weather temperatures like where you're working, you know, your coldest temperatures might be 50, but you're going up towards like the 80s and 90s pretty regularly. And that's kind of a different environment to work into. So I've been kind of trying to keep an eye on that. But as we're kind of dropping into October the outfitting stuff that I'm doing is sort of away from the heat gear stuff that I would have been using where I'm in like lighter synthetic shorts and 6:59 trying to use lighter layers and stuff like in the winter you kind of get to layer up and stuff we just got to kind of fun sweater weather right so what I picked up last year I'm kind of excited to put some more use into it was a wool baselayer so I got a great wool t-shirt and I kind of appreciate trying to cut out some of the cotton material that I'm using when I'm going out and doing some more outdoor stuff and I guess it's because back in the day cotton was a great revolution right you know it was a more breathable fabric and it would dry faster than other fabrics that they had available to them I guess is part of what was cool about it. But as I sort of understand now it's one of the riskier types of fabric that you can wear as a base layer when you're out in the woods for a couple of days or when you're out camping or you know the talking TV shows about when you're in a survival situation. And not only that but yeah when you're out camping or if you were going to go hunting or you're going to go on a couple of day photo trip in the woods and you're just going to be living out of your truck and stuff. It kind of is it ends up being a little difficult to use a lot of cotton pieces especially if you're going to get wet or if it's cold and you don't want to get wet but you do get wet and that's a bummer because the cotton stuff just kind of stays wet and it gets cold when it gets wet. And a couple of those things just sort of lead to it being a little bit frustrating and I guess that's where some of the survival complications have happened with people who are out in okay conditions they get hit with cold rain or wet snow and they're in like an outer let you know their insulating layers but they're like a cotton coating. Or like I guess tough, warm-insulated Carhartt jackets on hunting in that they got into some wet snow on the second morning. The Carhart wet pants got or the pants that were insulated. got wet from the tall grass and brush that they walked through and then the person became hypothermic because of their exposure to the cold that soaked through their pants that got them very cold I think they had to like ditch the band's get into their sleeping bag it was synthetic and then they tried to like to warm them up with a hot water bottle in a sleeping bag or something like that out of the Jetboil but like it ended the trip I think they like they can't continue that sort of stuff so it's kinda interesting I like that kind of thing can go and I know people have probably heard anecdotes like that similarly in the past I'd hear like someone else talking about like a warm weather thing where I think they were going out on like a 42-day canoe trip Can you imagine that like going through some big river system and Labrador up in Canada. Wow, fun times popping out in Hudson Bay or something. Who knows. But they would go up there and they would talk about like all like the specific limitations on the type of fabrics that they would select to use because like if they got wet in the river or I think it was like cold weather or Who knows what kind of weather you're going to get sort of circumstances where you go between hot and cold and Canada kayaking or canoeing down 1100 miles or something like that just big long trips like that and they would kind of be really specific about how like they won't even have cotton boxers or cotton underwear because it'll be the thing that ends up being a problem other people or another person, I think kind of there's a lot of great ways to sort of work through this next problem, but I think someone argued that they did have cotton on them so that they could use it as a fire starter. If they needed a fire starter I suggest just bringing a fire starter or some other material like that, I think it would probably get you by a little better than, your cotton underwear. The best fire starter that I've used and heard about was 10:55 Well, I mean, yeah, like a stove or whatever. But if you're trying to light a fire in the winter, having a plastic bag with Vaseline-dipped cotton swabs was like a pretty inert material. Just like having a backpack that doesn't smell like kerosene or something. And it has multiple uses, you can use it cosmetically for everything's our goodness if your lips chapp I hate it when it gets dry and cold and you go oh man, my pores can't handle it. They were in a different environment. 5000 feet a difference in elevation a day ago, too much change and too much seasonal change. Now you get like, I don't know just rough spots or dry spots or you use a Vaseline you get the cotton swabs for all sorts of different things, but they're fantastic. If you light that up. It's a great little flame ball and you can use that with a stack of your other dry materials to get a fire going. Even in pretty wet conditions especially if you're kind of keeping your Firestarter material protected in some little party backpack, keep it dry and stuff that works out pretty well. And I think it works better than your underwear on a rafting trip. So but yeah, I've heard of that. Yeah, people, people try to not use that people try to like drop their leather belts. Like they won't take a leather belt out into the woods either. I like having like a sturdy belt. Like what you see people like big leather boots or whatever it's not because it gets washed, or waterlogged, but I guess because it's maybe a weight thing. I think that's what the idea was for, for maybe they're like going backpacking use like a piece of nylon webbing as a belt at that time. or other stuff we're like, I don't know just little tricks and things of like how you kind of hide certain materials and other materials and stuff. But it's weird how it goes. So I guess yeah, cotton stuff is sort of a go. They talk about using wool a lot as sort of like a preferred material to make it out of or down here like down stuff is kind of a preferred material. And then I also kind of hear similarly sided, bad things about sort of the petroleum developed products that you get from polyesters or nylons, or I guess like this polyester insulating foams, you get like those thermo ball insulating foam that would be in the pouches of another polyester material that makes up like the puffy jacket that I wear. For the Patagonia one that's a downfield, puffy jacket. You have little goose feathers poking, poking out of it all the time, too. Yeah, I feel like you feel around the right way a little goose feather I'll punch out the side and pull it out a little feather right there a little down feather, which is kind of trippy. But those I guess are like a better insulating system. Then like the synthetic kind of oil-based stuff and I guess the same goes for like sleeping bags too. If you want to get into like a sleeping bag to keep you warm. There's something like the 15-degree bags that are well I don't know and it has a couple of other features too. I guess it's like light and it stretches down well and if you get it wet, you can get it dry again. Well, I guess it depends on like certain qualities down sometimes that kind of gets I think a little tricky. But the wall I guess you can get. You can get wet, you'll stay warm and you can get it dry faster. And I think that's sort of the benefit of the war on the animal that gets wet to you know like if you think of a sheep getting rained on all the time. I guess it's sort of part of the fibers that don't attract a lot of odor because it has to be on an animal all the time. And I guess it does well to not have to like make you cold when it gets wet. I guess that's a big part of it. So a lot of the merino wool fabrics that have come out, or the merino wool blends that are with some little bit of spandex or some other kind of natural fiber product that they try and put in helps to kind of be a little bit more durable when they have those little blends. But mostly you want a pretty strong merino wool fabric. And that's pretty cool if you're getting sort of like a base layer or something like that. It's A little bit more tuned for the outdoors it's like wool sweaters or something that you can find but that's not quite there cool old wool shirts you know like an old old Pendleton shirt or an old Filson shirt that's like a lagers kind of wool button that would go into like a canvas jacket. I kind of think is cool but that's sort of a different look and it used to be the technical gear layering and probably still you'd see if you get like I don't know like a horse guide like a guided trip with a horse or a mule or something like that's the pack in a bunch of stuff they probably still use gear that sort of similar to that without the kind of like the technical synthetic gear that you try and find it like Rei hiking places or something or, or wherever, whatever else similarly branded. But yeah, it's cool trying to do some wool Merino underlayers and trying to work with those puffy jackets when they can 15:56 try to work with well I have a soft shell that gets a lot less useful than it used to be. I used to try new soft shells all the time but I just kind of go with the wool, the wool base layer, The North Face kind of wore you know like a warmer temperature-rated puffy jacket and then have the gore-tex layer over that. picked up a hat this year. That's pretty cool like in that boots. I had a couple of different sets of boots for the October stuff before it gets really heavy in the season and before it gets like real wet or rainy. Now while I'm kind of doing some of this lighter outdoor stuff I have like a pair of heavy leather boots that are super cool for some of that deeper hiking stuff that you get into especially after it's wet and rainy and stuff but really for a lot of the light season stuff and sort of summer spring stuff. I have these Nike s FB boots, it's like military boots I picked them up in brown like a desert tan color. And then I also picked up a similar pair, the underarm remakes and so they're kind of like a lighter, more athletic shoe from the base but they have like kind of tall neck that goes up to like your mid-upper ankle there. And so it's not like a real table or like it's not like galoshes they're not waterproof they're kind of vent on the sides and they dry out they're kind of like a synthetic material that dries out pretty quick when you do get it wet but it also has like a good bit of tread and you can get them wet get them dry and wet. I think they kind of made for 17:29 an okay dry environment that's sort of where I use them most of the time is you know hiking around for any of this kind of lighter duty forest I was nice because they're light boots like with those other heavy leather ones like just the soles of the boots seem like they pound each you know you kind of like feel it the first couple days you getting back into the use of them during the season where you're like man my feet are like four pounds heavier it seems like each just kind of like walking with a weight on it. So it's nice to have one of the newer sorts of higher tech boots that don't have the same kind of ankle support as a thicker leather boot does or they don't have the same kind of heel support. I like to talk about like those you know thick, like like a two-inch heel or something that like one of those white boots has. Or if you get like Red Wings they have like a real deep, thick heel that you can use to kind of stomp in and cut in on some hiking stuff, and for these yeah it's just kind of like a good sort of smooth walking boot and you get some ankle support from that that tall neck but it's sort of fabric so that it seems like it you're just it's a light boot as seems like you're ready to you know run and you can do like an athletic maneuver and these pretty well and it doesn't seem like the boot is going to be too heavy to slow you down not right for every circumstance like if I'm going in a deeper area. It's cool it's nice to have like the kind of protection of a steel-toed leather boot. But like the normal s sfbs I think are not steel toe I think I think these Under Armour ones though are and then there are steel-toe versions that are out there. But that does seem to I've kind of run into a few circumstances where after some of the more woodsy stuff it seems like having the steel toe has helped a lot to keep my feet protected and stuff and if you hike in a lie you got to get to watch out for blisters and stuff too. One of the big things I've noticed to help that is like really breaking in your shoes with three weeks or more but three weeks of like pretty near full-time use to start getting them broken in or to get kind of the feel the break the crease, the kind of the fabric kind of working together in the way that it's going to fit around your body and stuff. But yeah, it seems like it takes about three weeks to sort of get those issues broken into a spot that that ends up being comfortable for longer trips and longer where I had like a pair of chocos and this Draco's, they were great you know that you don't wear socks if you don't like to buffer it with wool socks or something. But I remember I think working with those for like, three weeks or so at first your feet man. They will Rub raw. Yeah, yeah they'll you'll get some hot spots with the webbing on those chalk as it's like this really kind of tough webbing but after like three weeks or so like after you kind of wear your foot into it so that it's kind of strong enough to deal with it. And you also start breaking in the rubber of the boot or the rubber of that foot for the shoe. It's you it's your foot. But once you get that all kind of broken and I was able to hike for miles and miles in those and have no rub problems at all. I think I did. I think I did the whole hiking trip up to the summit of the paintbrush divide and the cascade Can you know, like the Teton's chip I talked about sometimes Yeah, I did that whole hiking trip with the Tetons in early, mid-late September. Probably right around now. But I did that trip in the Tetons with just those black shakos that I had that had like kind of that boot shed bottom and I did great through that whole trip I did like a 42-mile trip down the lower road that was like a hiking backpacking trip so you have a background backpack on the got these little river shoes on and you're hiking away on the trail and yeah, a lot of the times if you're not really in shape for it man, those will just rip your feet up pretty badly and I've seen it affect people's trips before you know like where their shoes just like really start to bite in on them. And it happens fast. As soon as you get like a hot spot or something it can be just a quarter mile or another mile and then like that problem has been exacerbated a lot so as soon as like gets bad boom man gets bad fat or it starts to degrade fast and then once it's gone it's gone on for a while you know it's bad. And it can cause some mobility problems when you're out there. So I think kind of to kind of deal with some of that stuff. We're kind of breaking them in earliest at school, which is what I've been trying to do with some of my shoes. But yeah, trying to get outfitted for this stuff in October. It's been kind of fun, trying to work out the layers 21:58 and stuff. You can check out more information at Billy Newman's photo comm 22:08 you can go to Billy Newman photo.com Ford slash support if you want to help me out and participate in the value-for-value model that we're running this podcast with. If you receive some value out of some of the stuff that I was talking about, you're welcome to help me out and send some value my way through the portal at Billy Newman photo comm forward slash support, you can also find more information there about Patreon and the way that I use it if you're interested or feel more comfortable using Patreon that's patreon.com forward slash Billy Newman photo. 22:45 But the holidays were kind of an interesting time because I ended up sort of thinking a lot about what But well, what photographs are, you know, I'm getting a little bit older now. And I think there's there's sort of like a change in the vision that I have of the way that I kind of think about photographs or you know, what, what is their purpose? Why are we making them and in a big way, like maybe propagated by the Instagram culture or the sharing content creation culture that sort of seems to be out right now, especially for those you know, photographers or artists, I think they feel the pressure to be content producers now, and that maybe is a little bit of a different job than the photographer or the real artists, that kind of person. And so I've been trying to sort of think about that a little bit. And then and sort of taking a look at the trends of Instagram and my art is what I need to pursue. And a lot of the time I sort of noticed this, and even in my images, this like super sharp, super crisp, everything has to be perfect or edited or meaningful and dramatic and these images. And what I'm noticing a little bit especially as I review my older images is the photographs that I'm drawn to. They're the photographs that represent the truth more, they're the photographs that kind of have 24:03 I don't know what it is really but they have a little bit more of an essence of reality. Or maybe it's its reality, but it's also a little bit of grit to it to like this happened it was magical. It was interesting, I liked that surrealism in the photographs that I take and I have for a long time but there's a little bit more and I've always I think a lot of stuff I've done kind of pushed for the Unreal. And some of the stuff that I'm kind of noticing the last couple of years as I looked at like the photographs and how they change this sort of how that shifted from the Unreal of landscapes of the world. You know kind of trying to select things about landscapes You know, when they have unusual colors to them, or unusual dynamics or phenomena like clouds or weather or water or something like that makes it sort of feel like a different look or a different image than like what we'd see midday at noon if we looked at the same thing. So I think that's still part of photography but one thing I was noticing through the holidays and reviewing a bunch of my old photographs was how much the stock value of, a photograph goes up over time, over one year, it's a bit over a few years, it's a bit more, but over a decade, you get, you get to see the change that happens in time, you know, I get to see, like much younger relatives. And these photographs took 15 years ago than they are now and it seems like kind of an obvious point or seems like something everyone should know. But really, there's a huge amount of value in the photographs because they capture something at the time that it was and you get to hold on to that after their people or the moment or the event or the experience changes. Certainly, notice as I'm getting older that life does sort of change, it changes, then it's an obvious kind of the point of fact that everybody's sort of known about for a long time. But in my naive sense, I've been so focused on photography or image creation or on the product making something that's kind of crisp and sharp and perfectly usable today. I don't know if I was thinking so clearly about how the nostalgia factor or how the value of something you know, from a family or just sort of a small moment that's captured this, this more real, how that escalates in value over time. And like coming at these photos, 15 years later, even like seven years later, from some of the stuff that I had, it's really interesting to see, like, wow, like I took a ton of photos of this type of topic. But I didn't, I didn't take as many photographs that sort of represented my artistic experience in my life. For that humanity, I want to try and show more of that in the photographs, the humanity that kind of the way you feel about a photograph. And I think that's so much about what a photographer is there to do is sort of being able to kind of pick and select which moments to capture and which ways you're going to be able to share that stuff in the future that's going to become more nostalgic, more meaningful, or just a way of kind of knowing Oh, this was part of my life. Wow, that's cool. So I've been trying to think about some of those ideas around photography for the new year a little bit but along with that I've been going through the last like 15 years of photos and in my big super catalog that that collection of Lightroom photos I made that's kind of trying to pull in every phone photo, every phone video every different camera I've had since 2002 I'm trying to get all those photos together, put them in there I think it was like 120,000 images something like that which isn't that many photos for someone that's been doing stuff for a long time. But I went through those and I tried to like punch those down to a lot of the Select so out of the images that I kind of want to keep from and I was trying to pull out a lot of good photos but but photos that were kind of irrelevant to me for this sort of future moving forward catalogue of stuff I want to get rid of like product photos or word photos that are hundreds and 1000s of photos even that kind of fill up space and memory in the catalog I'll keep those definitely but those will be backed up on another hard drive but what's active to me what's in my library currently I want to be like the last I think I've talked about this for like the last two years or so photos and whole in total so I can get back to that library and edit any one of those raw files that have but for stuff that's older than two years like 2015 and before I kind of want to pair those down a little bit so that I'm a little bit more specific and unable to get to those photos that were selects a little bit faster and then especially for older stuff like pre pre 2010 or so I want to around really have those pared down to like the the 100 photos I actually you know I need to have around two to get to for for whatever kind of stuff I need to do. But it was cool that going through the old photos and you just kind of do it in this pretty quick way you know this is a star This is a two-star kind of thing. So you kind of punch through those pretty fast and then and then I have another round to do or I'm going to try and punch it you know from one star to two stars those are going to be what I keep for a while and then from that I'm going to try to render that down to select all the three-star photos all the that's kind of like I would take this photo and sort of put it under review and then and then my system at least is a little bit of the four-star five stars zone that's for this is going to be published or this is going into the portfolio or as content sort of thing. So yeah, I'm gonna try and push on that stuff a bit more and get some photographs sorted for the year but is cool going through all of these old trips that we've done all those different places that we've gone to and of course I've seen well one thing I've noticed is good lord how bad at Photoshop I was. And I want to say that I'm going to put a little blame because I remember this happened at the time but I want to put a little blame on how god awful my laptop monitor was like a 2006 2007 2008 laptop monitor just had no color gamut against what we know now in like modern o l or LED Retina Display monitors like Apple puts out or like any kind of modern LED, more color accurate monitor that we have now but I was looking at it and there's like it's just so muddy. There are few colors that it can represent. So you have to push things a little further out of the gamut, or at least I did at the time, kind of not understanding what I was compensating to. So I look back at some of these photos and go, Oh, I would never make it this yellow and green in a modern world. So it's kind of interesting what you know, whatever was going on, or whatever I was thinking about at the time visually, that sort of drew me to that place. But it's interesting to see like how that changes, how your aesthetic sort of changes, and also a little bit of how your tools and calibration systems changed and sort of seeing like, wow, off was that way back, then. So all stuff that you kind of learn and you get better at and it's interesting, at least to the benefit, you get better over time. And like a decade later, I see changes in the kind of creative or the style that I would lay out just if I started working, you know, out without actually having to try and implement a style, you know, try and lay with Oh, I'm going to make a photograph that's black and white, and of events and personal or something, instead of trying to go out with, you know, a set intention of that which you should or could in any set of photos. But if I just go out and am shooting what I am drawn to the photographs that are capturing get in the way that I kind of perceive what they look like, and how I want to show them to people, that's all kind of changed and evolved. And it seems like my choices in that are better than they once were. But it was interesting to just kind of seeing like, man, how many years and years and years, it takes me taking photographs before any of these photographs really got good or got to the point where they were more than snapshots or more than just kind of data collection sort of thought of myself as an archivist for a long time where we're like the job wasn't really to be a photographer where it was editing to select like a moment and character and sort of like nuance between things that have like an emotional pole to them, I didn't really understand that type of composition stuff, I just sort of understood the camera mechanically functioning is a light capturing tool. And so that was like that was probably the first four years of photography was sort of thinking about it like that, like I'm capturing data of reality. And then that's going to be processed into something else later. And it wasn't really for years until I understood like emotional vision or you know, like having some way to kind of tie the way you feel to the way that you see something and that was interesting kind of learning about how some of those things work and it's still such a long road and I still have you know, no, no real understanding no real experience in that by anybody that's trained just self-taught. Little Billy out here and nowhere Willamette Valley So yeah, that's some of the stuff about making selects. 32:40 Thanks a lot for checking out this episode of The Billy Newman photo podcast. Hope you guys check out some stuff on Billy Newman's photo comm a few new things up there some stuff on the homepage and some good links to other outbound sources. some links to books and links to some podcasts. Like these blog posts are pretty cool. Yeah, check it out at Billy noon in a photo calm. Thanks for listening to this episode and the backend.

Welcome to Episode 8 of The Kotaku Australia Podcast! Each week, Kotaku Australia's editor David Smith and writer Ruby Innes discuss the biggest upcoming releases and all the games they've been playing lately. This week: David gushes about one of his potential GOTY's, indie horror game Dredge from New Zealand studio Black Salt Games. Ruby has fallen madly in love with a werewolf, which exist in a game she has fallen madly in love with: Wylde Flowers by Studio Drydock. Then, we chat through the coming week's biggest releases, including Crab Champions, Meet Your Maker, Moviehouse: The Film Studio Tycoon, Across the Valley VR, and more! For more Australian gaming content from Kotaku Australia: http://trib.al/d7EeR7T Follow us on social for more updates on what's happening across the gaming world: f: https://www.facebook.com/KotakuAustralia t: https://twitter.com/KotakuAU ig: https://www.instagram.com/kotakuau/ twitch: https://www.twitch.tv/kotakuau See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.Get all the gaming news daily on Kotaku Australia!: https://www.kotaku.com.auSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Lee Russell is back on the beef to bring you our long awaited and half-assed attempt to follow-up our tribute to fine character actor Michael J. Pollard. The post Cinema Beef Podcast : Dirty Mikey and the Girls (The Legend Of Frenchie King/Dirty Little Billy) first appeared on Legion.

Lee Russell is back on the beef to bring you our long awaited and half-assed attempt to follow-up our tribute to fine character actor Michael J. Pollard. ★ Support this podcast on Patreon ★

This episode presents a setting of Little Billy Wilson from a session at the R House in Baltimore and discusses all the aspects parts of Old-Time fiddle style.The artists mentioned are Brad Kolodner, Ken Kolodner, Uncle Jimmy Thompson, and Eck Robertson.Meg's new fiddle album Broke the Floor is available on Bandcamp!Find the sheet music for this fiddle tune on the Fiddle Studio blog. Get more information about Meg's books, courses, and membership for learning to play the fiddle at fiddlestudio.com.Keep in touch with Meg at meganbeller@fiddlestudio.com.

St Nick visits a woman after her holiday office party.By BR_imornery81. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.Okay, I admit it. I had drunk WAY too much at the Christmas party and had done some stupid things, but I never dreamed in my wildest dreams things would go to where they did!! I mean, I am glad I did not do anything really stupid in public and I am thankful that Jim and his wife drove me home, but what happened after the door closed and they drove off, just defies any rational explanation this morning.My husband, Bill; has been overseas working for the last two weeks and will not be able to fly back from China for another two months. To say it sucks would be the biggest understatement of the year!! We Skype and chat online and all of that, but I am so tired of sleeping by myself in our King-sized bed and worst of all, never feeling a man's warm body next to me to curl up against; to press my boobs against. To make my lower lips wet and to make me shudder and… well, you get the picture.Before he left, we went to an adult toy store and to be honest, I was shocked. I had never in my wildest dreams realized there were so many different dongs, vibes fake cocks or whatever you want to call them!! Some, I have to admit, I stared at thinking either, “That would never fit ANY woman for pleasure or, “Now how the hell do you find any pleasure in THAT?!” But eventually, we found “Little Billy” as I christened him, and he was my substitute while “Big Bill” was in China.But Little Billy only left me more horny, and soon I started going out of my mind wanting sex!! I mean, it has only been three weeks and I cannot walk by a breathing male between the ages of 18 and 75 and not think, “I wonder how he is hung?” So when I was sitting on Santa's lap for the department pictures, I vaguely remember putting my hand on the old Elf's crotch and finding he was quite happy working that night!! In fact, while the camera person got everyone organized, I handled him to a full erection that I only barely kept from attacking right then and there!!!Unfortunately, Jim's wife wanted to go home soon after the picture, and since they really were the only other people heading my direction, I piled into their car and accepted their hospitality. Actually, I acted like I was asleep and once we had driven five minutes I heard Bill start moaning, and then, after she looked back at me a couple of more times, “Mrs. Jim” took off her seat belt and was in her husband's lap, sucking his cock like a noisy whore! I was so jealous, that I reached in my shirt and unhooked my front hooker and played with my D cup tits! I saw Jim's eyes about bug out of his head and then he adjusted mirror as he drove with his wife giving him a blow job and I knew he was looking now at me. I slid my blouse off of my shoulder and ran a hand up my skirt and gave him a show above the waist while I came only seconds after he did and just a minute before he pulled into my apartment complex.I didn't bother hooking my bra back up and just barely got my blouse closed before the Missus looked back at me to verify that I had not caught her. I played drunk and she put her seat belt on and a minute later we pulled to a stop in front of the apartment. I made Bill get out and “wake me from my “stupor”. And then he walked me up to my door. As we walked I whispered to him, “I wish your cock had been in my shaved pussy instead of your old wife's mouth there, Jimmy.”He looked over at me and I looked up to see that we were not making eye contact. He was looking down at my chest, so I opened my shirt up for him to get a better look and said, “You could have had them, stud…” With that, we reached my door and I handed him my keys and he struggled to put the key in the lock. I laughed and once he got the door open, I moved into him as if to kiss him and said, “And here is what you could have had.” And with that I brought my left hand, still covered with the juices of my cum and pushed three fingers into his mouth.The bastard's eyes flew open and then, despite his wife watching from 30 feet away, he sucked and licked my fingers clean before I laughed and went inside.With my back against the door, I turned the lock and ran the fingers that were only moments ago in my coworker's mouth, back into the wet slit of my pussy and began frigging my clit furiously. I could feel the walls of my pussy clamping around the nothing that was there, and I ached for a cock. I could not believe how horny I was and then it was as if it was the first time. On the mantle was a peppermint stick, one of those white ones with red and green spiraling around it, about a good cock width around and 18 inches long.I will tell you what, Ole' St. Nick had nothing on me as I ran to the fireplace, grabbed the hard candy and started to run it up between my now wet thighs. But then, I thought about all of that sugar and a urinary tract infection and… well you know, so it was off like a flash to the bedroom upstairs to get one of my husband's “rump riding” rubbers.I peeled back the foil and rolled the condom onto the confectionery delight and flopped back on the bed to enjoy my own Northern Lights display. I don't know whether it was the booze, having watched Bill and his wife go at it in the car, teasing him at the door or the using of something as innocent as a Christmas candy in my cunt, but within a very few minutes I was cumming as hard as I had for months even before my enforced abstinence!!In fact, it relaxed me so much that I drifted off to sleep, and this is where things get weird.The next thing that I remember I was naked and in my bedroom, but … somehow I was tied spread-eagle against the wall where the dresser sits. (I have no idea where the dresser went, but the mirror was still there, because I could see the room behind me.) That was when I saw Santa, standing in the middle of my bedroom and he had one of those old fashioned buggy whips in his hand. It was a flexible stick; maybe three feet long with a light-weight cord attached at its end and on the other end of the cord was a leather tassel that was swishing through the air with the casual flicks of his wrist.“Ah, you are finally awake. You have been very naughty this year Sandy Barber and with the price of coal, giving that to you would be a reward! So instead, I have come up with some different ways to handle the naughty girls this year!!” With that, he landed the first brush of the leather thong on my bare ass!! It really did not sting, but I jumped anyway,… just from the surprise of it. I heard a chuckle that I knew was the Jolly Old Elf's, but I also knew was nothing like the one I had imagined as a little girl!!The leather touched my bare flesh again and again, quickly moving from my shoulders to my knees and back. Each one of the touches were not even mildly painful, but combined they caused my skin to warm and within a minute I was beginning to sweat and feel my flesh warm and become ever more sensitive to each lick.After a few minutes of non-stop wrist flicking, the sensations began to move more toward a mosquito and then a bee sting. I pulled and struggled to avoid the flashing whip, but I could not move at all. I looked in the mirror back at the man, and his cheeks were flushed and his brow, beaded with sweat. At the corners of his mouth, just beneath the handlebar mustache of white, a smile was just visible, as if he was concentrating deeply upon the task at hand, but the sheer enjoyment of what he was doing could not be hidden.Then he stopped and he moved up behind me and let the buggy whip fall to the floor. “Your skin blushes so well,” he whispered in my ear. Then I felt his hand at the top of the cleft of my ass as it slid all the way down between my hyper-sensitive cheeks. His finger only hesitated a moment as it made its way over the bud of my butthole. Before I knew what was happening, his fingers were opening the folds of my pussy from behind. “You are such a wet little slut, aren't you? I guess we will have to set that in order too.”With that he stepped back from me and my wondering eyes beheld his enormous bulge with fear, as he undid the thick belt around his waist and folded it over. When I blinked again, I saw his belt shrink and it was only a little more than a couple of finger widths and maybe a foot and a half long. He then dragged the soft leather across my hypersensitive flesh and it reminded me of velvet, so soft. “You are going to like this, my child. You are going to like this a lot,” he breathed into my ear and I shuddered.Then he stepped back and with an underhand stroke, landed the leather strap on the bud of my asshole and it whipped its way underneath me, covering my whole pussy with a sudden snap and stopping just short of my clit!! I let out a squeal!!!I have NEVER associated pain and sex. I thought that such things were so opposite in nature that there was no way possible that they could ever go together. And yet I found myself panting as his slaps caused the blood to come to the surface of my most tender flesh!! I knew this could not be real, but I had no idea how I could ever dream up such mixed emotions and feelings. My pussy was on fire and I felt the folds of flesh engorge and swell, wanting to grasp and hold something deep within itself.After what was probably no more than a couple of minutes, the man in red went to my nightstand, where a glass of ice cubes sat. His fingers collected a piece of ice and then, crossing the room, he moved up right behind me and allowed a few drops of ice cold water to fall upon my hot ass cheeks. I moaned. The contrast of my warmed skin and the ice water was incredible, and I heard the moans from deep in my chest, boiling up through my very soul and out my mouth.What he did next was cruel, as he rubbed the frozen cube across my burning labia and I thought I would faint!!! Back and forth, up and down he moved the ice as I squirmed and moved but I was no match for my bonds. Then, without a word of warning he slid what was left back toward my puckered asshole and he forced the tapered icicle missile inside my dark passage!!!As I moaned under his touch, my tormenter leaned over my shoulder and nibbled upon my ear before saying. “You are even more naughty than I knew!! It seems this may require a little more effort than I thought at first.” He then trailed his tongue down my neck to where it flared out for my shoulders where he sucked a love bite before saying, “Yes, you need the North pole treatment.”He turned his head and said, “Boys, get the chairs!” I saw the two elves then over by the door for the first time. They were maybe four feet tall at the most, and very slim, but also unmistakably male, and they darted out the door in a flash, only to return a second later, each with a wooden, straight-back chair in their hands. As I watched, they placed the two chairs facing each other and then tied their front legs together so that it almost made a bench with chair backs at either end.Santa led me over to stand behind the chairs. (How did I get untied? It was a strange dream!!!) Without a word, the elves each took a length of ribbon and fastened my ankles wide to the outside of the chair legs. With a hand on my back, Santa pushed my torso forward and I found that the back of the chair was the perfect height for keeping my lower body straight. The elves, once again, quickly and efficiently went to work and in the twinkle of an eye, my hands were made fast to the back of the far chair by more Christmas ribbon.I looked back and down between my breasts, which hung large and free beneath me, and saw what I could not believe. With the belt gone from his suit, Santa's pants had been kicked aside and my eyes saw the fattest cock I have ever seen!! I swear to God, the shaft was almost as big around as a can of beer and the head of his cock was even larger!!! “You are so wet, this should be a fun fuck my naughty girl.”I looked down and the elves were now sitting on either side of me the floor with their backs to the chairs. They had shed their pants, and one of them had my baby oil and was lubing up his cock with that, while the other was using my body lotion to polish his rod! Their cocks were normal in girth, but probably nearly 15 inches in length. They looked back at me, at just that moment and they laughed and rolled their heads back, right under my breasts and those little imps each latched deeply onto a nipple and began to suck my boobies down their throats!!! They sucked, in such a way that their tongues seemed to milk my nipples while their mouths and lip covered teeth clamped and pulled fluids from deep inside my body that had never been there before and I could almost feel milk spraying down their throats!!That sensation was interrupted as my lower lips were parted wide to accommodate the huge cock of old St. Nick. He paused only a moment… and then Santa began pushing his monster into me and I could, for a moment, understand what a chimney went through when the Jolly fat man with a sack of toys went down it! But from the sounds coming from the bearded man behind me as he worked himself deeper into my wet flesh, he enjoyed pushing himself into me far more than any chimney!!!He started slowly to move just a little in and out of me at first. But steadily he built the tempo and the thrust tempo into my body. I have never in all of my life felt so full!! At the same time, the two elves continued to do things to me with my breasts that no man or boy had ever done to me before. In fact, I think they could have made me cum, just by sucking on my boobs!!!I came in a thundering climax and I must have passed out for a minute or so, because when I came to, the elf that had used the baby oil on his cock had slid himself under me and was smearing more oil on my tits, as the other stood in front of me, pushing his fuck stick against my lips!! Old Saint Nick had built up quite a rhythm behind me and was pounding me from behind like a jack-hammer. I felt “Baby Oil” elf squeeze my tits together while pulling on my areolas and nipples in an erotic fashion that was only heightened by the feeling of his long meat moving up and back through my cleavage.I opened my mouth to scream and the other elf's throbbing cock slid into my mouth! I rolled my eyes up to look at him and saw him staring down at me with a wolfish smile. He stuck his tongue out at me and wagged the long, almost snake like ribbon of flesh at me as if to show me how talented he was and that his tongue was very capable of doing more than my husband had ever done for me. The unspoken offer was, that first I had to use my own mouth for his pleasure!!In that moment, I decided I would try my best to make all three of their Christmas wishes come true!!!There was a suddenly a new shocking sensation as Santa began opening my sphincter with spit and the tip of a thumb. Within a minute he was knuckle deep in me as he began roaring his lust as he slammed his body one final time, balls deep into me!I felt white hot jets of jizz shoot between my tits and onto my belly as the elf beneath me moaned and then my mouth was full of cum as well! All three of them just kept blowing load after load into me and all over my exposed body until my mind spun completely out of control, and I passed out again.When I next opened my eyes, the room was back to normal and Santa and his elves were gone. I smiled to myself as I thought in amazement how wonderful and amazing my over-active dream had seemed.Then I rolled over to go to the bathroom and the flood of cum ran down my leg. That was also when I saw the green sack sitting on the floor by the bathroom door. Out of the mouth of the bag, flowed a wonderful assortment of adult toys, beyond my most rich imaginations!!!Some may say there is no such thing as Santa…but I am here to tell you. My sore pussy, full toy drawer and bruised wrists tell a completely different story!!Wherever you are, my Jolly fat freak of an elf, I want to wish you a very Merry Christmas!! Thank you Santa!!! Please don't wait another year to cum again!!!By BR_imornery81 for Literotica

St Nick visits a woman after her holiday office party.By BR_imornery81. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.Okay, I admit it. I had drunk WAY too much at the Christmas party and had done some stupid things, but I never dreamed in my wildest dreams things would go to where they did!! I mean, I am glad I did not do anything really stupid in public and I am thankful that Jim and his wife drove me home, but what happened after the door closed and they drove off, just defies any rational explanation this morning.My husband, Bill; has been overseas working for the last two weeks and will not be able to fly back from China for another two months. To say it sucks would be the biggest understatement of the year!! We Skype and chat online and all of that, but I am so tired of sleeping by myself in our King-sized bed and worst of all, never feeling a man's warm body next to me to curl up against; to press my boobs against. To make my lower lips wet and to make me shudder and… well, you get the picture.Before he left, we went to an adult toy store and to be honest, I was shocked. I had never in my wildest dreams realized there were so many different dongs, vibes fake cocks or whatever you want to call them!! Some, I have to admit, I stared at thinking either, “That would never fit ANY woman for pleasure or, “Now how the hell do you find any pleasure in THAT?!” But eventually, we found “Little Billy” as I christened him, and he was my substitute while “Big Bill” was in China.But Little Billy only left me more horny, and soon I started going out of my mind wanting sex!! I mean, it has only been three weeks and I cannot walk by a breathing male between the ages of 18 and 75 and not think, “I wonder how he is hung?” So when I was sitting on Santa's lap for the department pictures, I vaguely remember putting my hand on the old Elf's crotch and finding he was quite happy working that night!! In fact, while the camera person got everyone organized, I handled him to a full erection that I only barely kept from attacking right then and there!!!Unfortunately, Jim's wife wanted to go home soon after the picture, and since they really were the only other people heading my direction, I piled into their car and accepted their hospitality. Actually, I acted like I was asleep and once we had driven five minutes I heard Bill start moaning, and then, after she looked back at me a couple of more times, “Mrs. Jim” took off her seat belt and was in her husband's lap, sucking his cock like a noisy whore! I was so jealous, that I reached in my shirt and unhooked my front hooker and played with my D cup tits! I saw Jim's eyes about bug out of his head and then he adjusted mirror as he drove with his wife giving him a blow job and I knew he was looking now at me. I slid my blouse off of my shoulder and ran a hand up my skirt and gave him a show above the waist while I came only seconds after he did and just a minute before he pulled into my apartment complex.I didn't bother hooking my bra back up and just barely got my blouse closed before the Missus looked back at me to verify that I had not caught her. I played drunk and she put her seat belt on and a minute later we pulled to a stop in front of the apartment. I made Bill get out and “wake me from my “stupor”. And then he walked me up to my door. As we walked I whispered to him, “I wish your cock had been in my shaved pussy instead of your old wife's mouth there, Jimmy.”He looked over at me and I looked up to see that we were not making eye contact. He was looking down at my chest, so I opened my shirt up for him to get a better look and said, “You could have had them, stud…” With that, we reached my door and I handed him my keys and he struggled to put the key in the lock. I laughed and once he got the door open, I moved into him as if to kiss him and said, “And here is what you could have had.” And with that I brought my left hand, still covered with the juices of my cum and pushed three fingers into his mouth.The bastard's eyes flew open and then, despite his wife watching from 30 feet away, he sucked and licked my fingers clean before I laughed and went inside.With my back against the door, I turned the lock and ran the fingers that were only moments ago in my coworker's mouth, back into the wet slit of my pussy and began frigging my clit furiously. I could feel the walls of my pussy clamping around the nothing that was there, and I ached for a cock. I could not believe how horny I was and then it was as if it was the first time. On the mantle was a peppermint stick, one of those white ones with red and green spiraling around it, about a good cock width around and 18 inches long.I will tell you what, Ole' St. Nick had nothing on me as I ran to the fireplace, grabbed the hard candy and started to run it up between my now wet thighs. But then, I thought about all of that sugar and a urinary tract infection and… well you know, so it was off like a flash to the bedroom upstairs to get one of my husband's “rump riding” rubbers.I peeled back the foil and rolled the condom onto the confectionery delight and flopped back on the bed to enjoy my own Northern Lights display. I don't know whether it was the booze, having watched Bill and his wife go at it in the car, teasing him at the door or the using of something as innocent as a Christmas candy in my cunt, but within a very few minutes I was cumming as hard as I had for months even before my enforced abstinence!!In fact, it relaxed me so much that I drifted off to sleep, and this is where things get weird.The next thing that I remember I was naked and in my bedroom, but … somehow I was tied spread-eagle against the wall where the dresser sits. (I have no idea where the dresser went, but the mirror was still there, because I could see the room behind me.) That was when I saw Santa, standing in the middle of my bedroom and he had one of those old fashioned buggy whips in his hand. It was a flexible stick; maybe three feet long with a light-weight cord attached at its end and on the other end of the cord was a leather tassel that was swishing through the air with the casual flicks of his wrist.“Ah, you are finally awake. You have been very naughty this year Sandy Barber and with the price of coal, giving that to you would be a reward! So instead, I have come up with some different ways to handle the naughty girls this year!!” With that, he landed the first brush of the leather thong on my bare ass!! It really did not sting, but I jumped anyway,… just from the surprise of it. I heard a chuckle that I knew was the Jolly Old Elf's, but I also knew was nothing like the one I had imagined as a little girl!!The leather touched my bare flesh again and again, quickly moving from my shoulders to my knees and back. Each one of the touches were not even mildly painful, but combined they caused my skin to warm and within a minute I was beginning to sweat and feel my flesh warm and become ever more sensitive to each lick.After a few minutes of non-stop wrist flicking, the sensations began to move more toward a mosquito and then a bee sting. I pulled and struggled to avoid the flashing whip, but I could not move at all. I looked in the mirror back at the man, and his cheeks were flushed and his brow, beaded with sweat. At the corners of his mouth, just beneath the handlebar mustache of white, a smile was just visible, as if he was concentrating deeply upon the task at hand, but the sheer enjoyment of what he was doing could not be hidden.Then he stopped and he moved up behind me and let the buggy whip fall to the floor. “Your skin blushes so well,” he whispered in my ear. Then I felt his hand at the top of the cleft of my ass as it slid all the way down between my hyper-sensitive cheeks. His finger only hesitated a moment as it made its way over the bud of my butthole. Before I knew what was happening, his fingers were opening the folds of my pussy from behind. “You are such a wet little slut, aren't you? I guess we will have to set that in order too.”With that he stepped back from me and my wondering eyes beheld his enormous bulge with fear, as he undid the thick belt around his waist and folded it over. When I blinked again, I saw his belt shrink and it was only a little more than a couple of finger widths and maybe a foot and a half long. He then dragged the soft leather across my hypersensitive flesh and it reminded me of velvet, so soft. “You are going to like this, my child. You are going to like this a lot,” he breathed into my ear and I shuddered.Then he stepped back and with an underhand stroke, landed the leather strap on the bud of my asshole and it whipped its way underneath me, covering my whole pussy with a sudden snap and stopping just short of my clit!! I let out a squeal!!!I have NEVER associated pain and sex. I thought that such things were so opposite in nature that there was no way possible that they could ever go together. And yet I found myself panting as his slaps caused the blood to come to the surface of my most tender flesh!! I knew this could not be real, but I had no idea how I could ever dream up such mixed emotions and feelings. My pussy was on fire and I felt the folds of flesh engorge and swell, wanting to grasp and hold something deep within itself.After what was probably no more than a couple of minutes, the man in red went to my nightstand, where a glass of ice cubes sat. His fingers collected a piece of ice and then, crossing the room, he moved up right behind me and allowed a few drops of ice cold water to fall upon my hot ass cheeks. I moaned. The contrast of my warmed skin and the ice water was incredible, and I heard the moans from deep in my chest, boiling up through my very soul and out my mouth.What he did next was cruel, as he rubbed the frozen cube across my burning labia and I thought I would faint!!! Back and forth, up and down he moved the ice as I squirmed and moved but I was no match for my bonds. Then, without a word of warning he slid what was left back toward my puckered asshole and he forced the tapered icicle missile inside my dark passage!!!As I moaned under his touch, my tormenter leaned over my shoulder and nibbled upon my ear before saying. “You are even more naughty than I knew!! It seems this may require a little more effort than I thought at first.” He then trailed his tongue down my neck to where it flared out for my shoulders where he sucked a love bite before saying, “Yes, you need the North pole treatment.”He turned his head and said, “Boys, get the chairs!” I saw the two elves then over by the door for the first time. They were maybe four feet tall at the most, and very slim, but also unmistakably male, and they darted out the door in a flash, only to return a second later, each with a wooden, straight-back chair in their hands. As I watched, they placed the two chairs facing each other and then tied their front legs together so that it almost made a bench with chair backs at either end.Santa led me over to stand behind the chairs. (How did I get untied? It was a strange dream!!!) Without a word, the elves each took a length of ribbon and fastened my ankles wide to the outside of the chair legs. With a hand on my back, Santa pushed my torso forward and I found that the back of the chair was the perfect height for keeping my lower body straight. The elves, once again, quickly and efficiently went to work and in the twinkle of an eye, my hands were made fast to the back of the far chair by more Christmas ribbon.I looked back and down between my breasts, which hung large and free beneath me, and saw what I could not believe. With the belt gone from his suit, Santa's pants had been kicked aside and my eyes saw the fattest cock I have ever seen!! I swear to God, the shaft was almost as big around as a can of beer and the head of his cock was even larger!!! “You are so wet, this should be a fun fuck my naughty girl.”I looked down and the elves were now sitting on either side of me the floor with their backs to the chairs. They had shed their pants, and one of them had my baby oil and was lubing up his cock with that, while the other was using my body lotion to polish his rod! Their cocks were normal in girth, but probably nearly 15 inches in length. They looked back at me, at just that moment and they laughed and rolled their heads back, right under my breasts and those little imps each latched deeply onto a nipple and began to suck my boobies down their throats!!! They sucked, in such a way that their tongues seemed to milk my nipples while their mouths and lip covered teeth clamped and pulled fluids from deep inside my body that had never been there before and I could almost feel milk spraying down their throats!!That sensation was interrupted as my lower lips were parted wide to accommodate the huge cock of old St. Nick. He paused only a moment… and then Santa began pushing his monster into me and I could, for a moment, understand what a chimney went through when the Jolly fat man with a sack of toys went down it! But from the sounds coming from the bearded man behind me as he worked himself deeper into my wet flesh, he enjoyed pushing himself into me far more than any chimney!!!He started slowly to move just a little in and out of me at first. But steadily he built the tempo and the thrust tempo into my body. I have never in all of my life felt so full!! At the same time, the two elves continued to do things to me with my breasts that no man or boy had ever done to me before. In fact, I think they could have made me cum, just by sucking on my boobs!!!I came in a thundering climax and I must have passed out for a minute or so, because when I came to, the elf that had used the baby oil on his cock had slid himself under me and was smearing more oil on my tits, as the other stood in front of me, pushing his fuck stick against my lips!! Old Saint Nick had built up quite a rhythm behind me and was pounding me from behind like a jack-hammer. I felt “Baby Oil” elf squeeze my tits together while pulling on my areolas and nipples in an erotic fashion that was only heightened by the feeling of his long meat moving up and back through my cleavage.I opened my mouth to scream and the other elf's throbbing cock slid into my mouth! I rolled my eyes up to look at him and saw him staring down at me with a wolfish smile. He stuck his tongue out at me and wagged the long, almost snake like ribbon of flesh at me as if to show me how talented he was and that his tongue was very capable of doing more than my husband had ever done for me. The unspoken offer was, that first I had to use my own mouth for his pleasure!!In that moment, I decided I would try my best to make all three of their Christmas wishes come true!!!There was a suddenly a new shocking sensation as Santa began opening my sphincter with spit and the tip of a thumb. Within a minute he was knuckle deep in me as he began roaring his lust as he slammed his body one final time, balls deep into me!I felt white hot jets of jizz shoot between my tits and onto my belly as the elf beneath me moaned and then my mouth was full of cum as well! All three of them just kept blowing load after load into me and all over my exposed body until my mind spun completely out of control, and I passed out again.When I next opened my eyes, the room was back to normal and Santa and his elves were gone. I smiled to myself as I thought in amazement how wonderful and amazing my over-active dream had seemed.Then I rolled over to go to the bathroom and the flood of cum ran down my leg. That was also when I saw the green sack sitting on the floor by the bathroom door. Out of the mouth of the bag, flowed a wonderful assortment of adult toys, beyond my most rich imaginations!!!Some may say there is no such thing as Santa…but I am here to tell you. My sore pussy, full toy drawer and bruised wrists tell a completely different story!!Wherever you are, my Jolly fat freak of an elf, I want to wish you a very Merry Christmas!! Thank you Santa!!! Please don't wait another year to cum again!!!By BR_imornery81 for Literotica

You've made it through Halloween, now try and survive Christmas! Little Billy witnesses his parents getting killed by Santa after being warned by his senile grandpa that Santa punishes those who are naughty. Now Billy is 18 and out of the orphanage, and he has just become Santa himself. He knows when you've been naughty!

Silent Night, Deadly Night (1984) synopsis: “Little Billy witnesses his parents getting killed by Santa after being warned by his senile grandpa that Santa punishes those who are naughty. Now Billy is 18 and out of the orphanage, and he has just become Santa himself.”Starring: Lilyan Chauvin, Gilmer McCormick, Robert Brian Wilson, and Linnea QuigleyDirector: Charles E. Sellier Jr.This week on Podcasting After Dark, Corey wraps-up the holiday season with Silent Night, Deadly Night. The Christmas slasher that put Christmas slashers on the map lol! Silent Night, Deadly Night is a true cult classic of the 80s, complete with brutal kills, lots of nudity, and even mainstream controversy. But it also has a fantastic original soundtrack that Zak and Corey highly praise!Note the boys are reviewing the uncut version that Shout Factory put out on Blu-ray. As you'll hear on the review, they do recommend the theatrical cut over this one. Just putting that out there for all the listeners that like to watch the movie before listening.Silent Night, Deadly Night is our last proper review of the year. We'll catch you on the warm side of the door in 2023! Happy Holidays and have a safe new year's eve!— SUPPORT PODCASTING AFTER DARK —PATREON - Two extra shows a month including Wrap-Up After Dark and The Carpenter Factor, plus other exclusive content!MERCH STORE - We have a fully dedicated merch store at TeePublic with multiple designs and products!REDDIT - Join our growing Subreddit community!INSTAGRAM / FACEBOOK - Follow us on social media for updates and announcements!Purchase 7 WINTERS ALONE on Amazon: HARDCOVER / PAPERBACK / KINDLEThis podcast is part of the BFOP Network

This week on the show I am talking about the controversial 1984 film Silent Night, Deadly Night. This was my first time seeing the film so I have a lot of thoughts! Little Billy witnesses his parents getting killed by Santa after being warned by his senile grandpa that Santa punishes those who are naughty. Now Billy is 18 and out of the orphanage, and he has just become Santa himself. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Check us out on our Social Media sites below:

On this weeks show we have two guests; Smitt E. Smitty, ex drummer of Figures On A Beach and Fireking, who now resides with Smitt E. Smitty & The Fezztones and Little Lost Billy, and also media veteran and musician/Elvis lover Charles Rivers. Two completely different conversations jammed into one special episode. And in our "what's trending musically" section - Is Taylor Swift really the biggest and most popular recording artist on the planet. Apparently so. Music Milquetoast "Cigarette Burns"(Intro and outro music) Little Lost Billy "Whiskey Pointe" Moving Targets "Apart" Recorded and edited by Mike Nash at Voice Motel on October 29, 2022 This podcast was supported by Baby Loves Tacos(Pittsburgh PA), Spectacle(Boston MA), and Joe Albums(Worcester/Northampton MA) The Blowing Smoke with Twisted Rico podcast is brought to you by Light Street Media. #BlowingSmokewithTwistedRico --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/blowingsmoketr/support

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By Richard Hunt It takes a lot of prayer and planning for a 15-member mission team to get ready for a 2,000 mile trip from Georgia to Montana. “I went over with them what conditions would be, which meant 100-degrees during the day, down to 40-degrees at night,” explains Richie Howard, who is on the Mission Staff at First Baptist Jonesboro, just south of Atlanta. Each team member understood they'd be sleeping in teepees that they had to build first, “no air, no heat, no running water.” On the spiritual level, Richie shared that the pow-wow they were attending as volunteer workers, was not particularly warm toward the Christian faith.

By Richard Hunt It takes a lot of prayer and planning for a 15-member mission team to get ready for a 2,000 mile trip from Georgia to Montana. “I went over with them what conditions would be, which meant 100-degrees during the day, down to 40-degrees at night,” explains Richie Howard, who is on the Mission Staff at First Baptist Jonesboro, just south of Atlanta. Each team member understood they'd be sleeping in teepees that they had to build first, “no air, no heat, no running water.” On the spiritual level, Richie shared that the pow-wow they were attending as volunteer workers, was not particularly warm toward the Christian faith.

【句子】Oh. That's where we're gonna chime in. 【ModernFamilyS3E08】 【发音】/əʊ/ /ðæts/ /weə(r)/ /wɪə(r)/ /ˈgə.nə/ /ˈgɑː.nə/ /tʃaɪm/ /ɪn/【发音技巧】chime in连读；【翻译】听了半天你就在这评论一句？【适用场合】 今天的节目中我们主要学习这个短语，叫做chime in：“就某件事情参与讨论、提出自己看法”to join in a discussion about something; to offer one's thoughts或者to interrupt someone or join a conversation suddenly, especially with an uninvited opinioneg: When I heard them discussing my department, I just had to chime in with my own suggestions.当我听到他们在讨论我的部门的事情，我不得不加入讨论，说说我自己的想法和建议。eg: Little Billy chimed in with a suggestion. 小Billy加入了讨论，发表了自己的建议。eg: Feel free to chime in if you've got something to add.如果你有什么想要补充的，就畅所欲言。eg: When Mary agreed, her sister chimed in that she'd join her. Mary同意的时候，她姐姐也发表了意见说愿意和Mary一起。【尝试翻译以下句子，并留言在文章留言区】He chimed in too late. The meeting was breaking up.

【句子】Oh. That's where we're gonna chime in. 【ModernFamilyS3E08】 【发音】/əʊ/ /ðæts/ /weə(r)/ /wɪə(r)/ /ˈgə.nə/ /ˈgɑː.nə/ /tʃaɪm/ /ɪn/【发音技巧】chime in连读；【翻译】听了半天你就在这评论一句？【适用场合】 今天的节目中我们主要学习这个短语，叫做chime in：“就某件事情参与讨论、提出自己看法”to join in a discussion about something; to offer one's thoughts或者to interrupt someone or join a conversation suddenly, especially with an uninvited opinioneg: When I heard them discussing my department, I just had to chime in with my own suggestions.当我听到他们在讨论我的部门的事情，我不得不加入讨论，说说我自己的想法和建议。eg: Little Billy chimed in with a suggestion. 小Billy加入了讨论，发表了自己的建议。eg: Feel free to chime in if you've got something to add.如果你有什么想要补充的，就畅所欲言。eg: When Mary agreed, her sister chimed in that she'd join her. Mary同意的时候，她姐姐也发表了意见说愿意和Mary一起。【尝试翻译以下句子，并留言在文章留言区】He chimed in too late. The meeting was breaking up.

1972 d. Stan Dragoti We're back after some time off and talking the little seen 70s western Dirty Little Billy. We also talk lots of other stuff we watched including recent releases such as Ambulance, Top Gun:Maverick, Crimes of the Future, Men, and much, much more. Thanks for listening. Enjoy! filmyakpodcast@gmail.com filmyakpodcast.com

You've made it through Halloween, now try to survive Christmas. Little Billy witness his parents getting killed by Santa after being warned by his senile grandpa that Santa punishes those who are naughty. Now Billy is 18, and out of the orphanage, and he has just become Santa, himself. Join T-Shon as he reviews the Christmas horror movie classic, 1984's Silent Night, Deadly Night. Starring Robert Brian Wilson, Lilyan Chauvin, Linnea Quigley, and Britt Leach. And give us a like on Facebook And follow us on Twitter

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QUESTIONS IN A DARK ROOM Written and produced by Julie Hoverson Carol wakes in a strange dark room, with a man she's never seen before - and when the questions start to fly, there's lives at stake. CAST Carol - Beverly Poole Thaddeus - Cole Hornaday Madame Foulet - Julie Hoverson Tour Guide - Julie Hoverson Music:  Kevin MacLeod (Incompetech.com) Editing and Sound:   Julie Hoverson Sound effects found on Soundsnap.com Cover Photos:  Front - Nazareth Maceda  (courtesy of Stock Xchange.com) "What kind of a place is it?  Why, it's a residential hotel, sometime between the two World Wars, can't you tell?" ****************************************** QUESTIONS IN A DARK ROOM   Cast: [Olivia, host] Carol (20F), urban songbird Thaddeus (20-30M), deep south Madame Foulet (50-60F), calm older lady Crowd Noise (any) Tour Guide (any) OLIVIA    Did you have any trouble finding it?  What do you mean, what kind of a place is it?  Why, it's a residential hotel, can't you tell? MUSIC CREEPS IN NOTE:  there are no definite "scene changes" in this episode - characters slide in and out of scenes without any break until the very end.  Scene changes are marked only when Foulet enters and leaves   SCENE 1.   DARK ROOM, SLIGHTLY ECHOEY, NO SPECIFIC ERA.  CAROL SPEAKS LIKE SOMEONE FROM THE 1920s, THADDEUS IS FROM THE 1860S DEEP SOUTH CAROL   [waking up noises]  Mmm.  Oh.  [suddenly sitting up]  What!  [panicking]  Where-- THADDEUS   Don' you worry none.  You safe now. CAROL   Safe?  Why--?  Who are you?  I-I don't know you.  [rising hysteria]  Is this... your room?  THADDEUS   Calm yourself, now, miss.  I be all the way over here.  No threat to you, I promise.  CAROL   But I -- how did I get here?  What's going on?  [whimper of pain]  Ahh!  My side.  What.. happened? THADDEUS   Probly a bruise.  You was attacked, miss.  In the stairs.  I spect he hit you some.  I got you outta there and din't have no other place to put you.  You been out cold. CAROL   [calming a bit, but still in pain]  You rescued me?  [deep breath]  Oh, goodness that hurts.  Well, thank y--  [sharp]  In the stairs, you said? THADDEUS   Yes miss.  I heared you start--  Well, I heared it when you screamed.  The stairwell, it echoes somethin fierce. CAROL   I guess I'm lucky you were there. THADDEUS   Well, I was kind of listenin fer you, miss. CAROL   Listening? THADDEUS    [aw shucks]  I got a lot of time on my hands during days, and one time a while back I heared you singin in there, so sometimes I jest ... wait. CAROL   [pleased and embarrassed]  Oh.  Thank you.  But--  But, do you think -- the creep who attacked me... was...? THADDEUS   I don' see the papers much, miss, but even I heared about that there Stairway Stabber.  I'm pretty sure that was the fella, all right. CAROL   They say he's already killed at least eight girls! THADDEUS   That they do.  At least. CAROL   Oh!  Oh, goodness.  I - I could have been murdered!  THADDEUS   [quiet]  Yes'm. CAROL   You saved me?  THADDEUS   I did what I could, miss.  You was right out before I done got there. CAROL   I -- I don't remember ... well, anything, really.  Um, what should I call you?  Your name.  I mean.  THADDEUS   I understand, miss.  You can call me Thaddeus.  Tha's my name. CAROL   And you live in my building? THADDEUS   More years'n I care to count.  I mostly jest keep an eye on things.  Don' you worry now, I don' take up much space. CAROL   I didn't mean to imply-- THADDEUS   It's understandable, miss.  I don' much look like I belong here. CAROL   Please.  I don't want to sound like a snob.  I'm really just overwhelmed.  And you can call me Carol, if you'd like.  I mean, you don't have to call me "miss" all the time. THADDEUS   I'd be right pleased to, Miss Carol. CAROL   [forced laugh]  Just Carol, Thaddeus.  No miss.  Please. THADDEUS   Don' seem quite respectful, miss Carol.   SCENE 2.   MADAME   [filter]  Is there anyone here? THADDEUS   By golly, she early. CAROL   What was that? THADDEUS   This lady wanna ask about what happened.  She with the police. CAROL   But I don't remember-- THADDEUS   And I din't see much, but we gots to talk to her.  You gon' be all right?  I can hep you. CAROL   [standing]  Well, I'm a little wobbly, but I'm game, I guess.  SOUND:   SLOW FOOTSTEPS  CAROL   But, my head -- it's amnesia.  I'm sure of it. THADDEUS   You might be surprised what all come back to you if a body ask the right questions.  Come on now. SOUND   Door opens.  Footsteps continue. CAROL   Why is the room so dark?  I can barely see her. NOTE:     [unless otherwise mentioned, Madame sounds very calm and speaks almost in a sing song voice.] MADAME   Ah.  [deep breath]  I mean you no harm.  Please come and speak with me.  Am I addressing Carol Bournemouth? CAROL   Why yes.  [to Thaddeus]  Did you--  [puzzled]  Oh... no, I only just told you my name. THADDEUS   I said she with the police.  She know a lot. MADAME   Carol, I want to hear what happened to you yesterday. CAROL   Yesterday?  I was knocked out for a whole day? THADDEUS   Shh now, and answer, miss Carol. CAROL   Oh.  I really don't....  I don't remember a darn thing.  He -- Thaddeus -- said I was attacked in the stairwell.  I think I was hit on the head.  SOUND   Very distant sound of someone knocking on a door. CAROL   Amnesia.  I don't remember a thing!  Really! MADAME   Calm down, Carol.  There is no need to--  CAROL   I'm...sorry.  MADAME   Ah, good.  Everything is all right now.  You are safe.  It is safe to remember.  Think of it like a movie, and you are the projector.  The projector can stop a movie, Carol.  The projector can simply freeze on a single frame, and the movie never has to reach its end.  Have you ever seen that happen, Carol? CAROL   Why is she talking like that?  THADDEUS   Can they really just up and stop a movin' picture?  That would be somethin' to see. CAROL   Not very exciting, really.  It's -- well, it's just a slide, then.  MADAME   [sharp]  Carol!  [calm again]  I need you to concentrate.  What is the last thing you remember? CAROL   [pain]  Oh!  [deep breaths] SOUND   Knocking on door again. THADDEUS    Just a minute, ma'am.  She got a stitch. MADAME   Relax Carol.  Relax.  Remember, you are the projector, and the movie can stop long before anything unpleasant happens.  Just take it one frame at a time, Carol.  Do you remember going into the stairwell?  Picture the door for me.  You push open the door and step in.  There are five flights of stairs below you, but you walk them every day, don't you?  You walk them-- CAROL   It's slimming.  MADAME   You begin to walk down the stairs, just as usual.  One step, then another. CAROL   The way she talks-- MADAME   You pass the fourth floor door.  Nothing there for you.  THADDEUS   She just tryin to help. MADAME   One brisk step in front of another-- CAROL   [getting agitated]  But it's like-- it's like she's trying to hypnotize me! SOUND   Knocking on door, slightly louder. MADAME   Passing the baby carriage the Joneses leave tucked into the corner of the third floor landing-- THADDEUS   Don' know nothin 'bout that, but I spect she think it'a help you 'member what happened. MADAME   All the way around to the next set of stairs-- CAROL   STOP IT.  I don't want to be hypnotized!  I don't want to--  [pain] Aaagh!  Whatever happened, I don't want to remember it, you hear?  Do you HEAR me? SOUND   Muffled and distant:  Strange thumping and crashing noises.  Particularly, a noise like someone pounding on a door, and a crash of a broken glass.   SCENE 3.   THADDEUS   Shh, listen, miss Carol.  Shh. CAROL   What was that?  Something broke? THADDEUS   Don't pay it no mind.  They's some noisy neighbors in this building. CAROL   But-- It's-- it's gone now. THADDEUS   Yes'm.  Never lasts.  Just so long as someone done got a mad on.  Then it blow over.  CAROL   Oh. THADDEUS   You gon' try and answer the lady, now? CAROL   What?  No, no Thaddeus, I can't.  I don't remember anything, and when I try, oh, it hurts!  THADDEUS   Look around.  Ain't no one here gon' hurt you, and that there pain in your side - well, a bruise is jest a bruise, ain't it?  Whatever caused it, that's all over now, and you safe.  CAROL   Safe? THADDEUS   I swear'n I won't let no one touch you.  The lady, she jest tryin to find out what you know so's the police can stop this fella. CAROL   Oh.  Yes, you said she's with the police. THADDEUS   Since I never saw none of his face, you the only one who can help.  You got to help stop this fella. CAROL   She looks -- awfully tired. THADDEUS   [gently]  You been wearin her out a bit with your temper.   SCENE 4.   CAROL   Oh.  I'll try and do better.  You're-- sure it's safe? THADDEUS   She said you the projector, miss Carol, you can-- MADAME    [a bit gravelly]  Shall we continue?  Ahem.  [normal, not sing song] Carol.  If you will not help, please let me know.  I want to work you through this, but your resistance-- CAROL   I just don't know what I can do!  I'm frustrated too, you know.  I can't remember a thing about--  [realizing]  Oh. MADAME   Yes?  Continue. CAROL   I was in a hurry.  On my way to a job interview.  Or was that Tuesday? MADAME   Yesterday was Tuesday, yes. CAROL   Oh!  So I was dashing down the stairs, quick as I could -- I'm faster than the elevator, you see.  That old thing.  [chuckles]  I swear it's pulled by mice. THADDEUS    [chuckles] MADAME   Can you remember how far you got?  Did you reach the second floor landing? CAROL   Second floor.  Hmm.  I -- yes!  Little Billy from 203 keeps dropping gum wrappers in there, and I was thinking--  [gasp of pain] MADAME   [gasp of pain] SOUND   distant, barrage of knocks on a door. THADDEUS   Miss Carol?  Miss Carol, come on -- you tough.  You can do this.  No old stitch gon' slow you down.  Here, take my hand.  Right there, now you squeeze.  Squeeze out all that bad old pain.  CAROL   No!  No, I-- THADDEUS   [hiss intake of breath]  Good.  You keep on squeezin long as you need.  CAROL   [several quick breaths, then one deep one]  I think  --  Thaddeus, I think that's when he hit me.  He must have hit me real hard. MADAME   [deep breath]  Carol.  I need to stop for now.  I will return soon.  While I'm gone, can you try and remember? CAROL   I'll try... MADAME   Goodbye.  [NO footsteps or door] SOUND   brief, vague rumble of voices, nothing clear.   SCENE 5.   CAROL   Are they having a party? THADDEUS   Who? CAROL   Your neighbors. THADDEUS   Might could be.  You doin' all right? CAROL   Sorry to be such a baby about all this.  When it hurts - well it really hurts. THADDEUS   I know.  Get myself the same thing in my neck sometimes. CAROL   Oh?  [beat, changing subject]  So, do you know her?  The woman asking the questions? THADDEUS    A bit.  She Madame Foulet and work for police, I do know that.  Some years back, she asked me a coupla questions.  CAROL   About what? THADDEUS    Somethin I seen ... way back when.  CAROL   She seems kind of old to be a police matron or whatever she is.  THADDEUS   She one of a kind, I guess.  they cain't afford to retire her. CAROL   Is she a hypnotist?  Was I right? THADDEUS   I don' know nothin about that, miss.  I spect you probly mostly right. CAROL   [decisive]  Well.  If I want this guy caught - and boy do I want him caught, especially if he's the one who killed all those girls - I better get cracking and remember something. SOUND   pacing footsteps CAROL   In the movies, if you hit your head and get amnesia, you can hit your head again to get your memory back.  THADDEUS   I don' guess it work that way in real life, miss. CAROL   I have got to stop being a whiny baby about this - after all, I survived, didn't I? THADDEUS   [dubious]  Well-- CAROL   So, it's all in the past and I shouldn't be frightened.  Oh.  SOUND:     PACING STOPS CAROL   Unless he decides to come back -- to make sure I can't identify him. THADDEUS   He won't never find you now.  I promise you that. CAROL   Really?  You didn't...  THADDEUS   Din't what, miss? CAROL   No, no.  You said you never even-- THADDEUS   [amused]  You thinkin I mighta kilt him?  I know I'm a big fella, but I cain't-- CAROL   I meant it as a compliment. THADDEUS   I guess so.  CAROL   Did you have to ... fight him off?  I mean, to save me? THADDEUS    [distinctly uncomfortable]  Nah.  When he caught sight a me, he jest run.  CAROL   [smiling]  You do look pretty intimidating. THADDEUS   Nah.  Look, you should be tryin' t'member-- CAROL   [sigh]  I know, but this takes my mind off it.  I figure, it's like a word at the tip of your tongue.  When you THINK about it SO HARD that you feel like your brain may be squeezed out your ears, it never comes.  Then, the minute your mind is off it, voila!  The word tumbles right out. THADDEUS   That sounds 'bout right. CAROL   I need to get into the stairwell.  That'll really jog my memory. SOUND   Rapid footsteps.  Doorknob turns, but doesn't open. CAROL   What?  Why is the door locked?  THADDEUS   I reckon it's jest stuck, miss.  [worried] But you really don' wanna go into the stairwell.  I- I promise you that. CAROL   Open this door!  I don't like being locked in here-- THADDEUS   With me? CAROL   What?  No, no.  No-- It's got nothing to do with you, Thaddeus.  I like you.  I just [SOUND: pounds once on door] don't [pound] like [pound, weakening] being [more of a smack] locked [tap] in [tap].   SCENE 6.   MADAME   [slightly off mike] Good.  We can begin again. CAROL   What?  Where'd she...? THADDEUS   Madame said she jest needed a lil break.  She didn't say she was goin' off no place. CAROL   But she was gone. THADDEUS   It's real dark in here.  I never heared her go.  CAROL   Then she must have listened to everything we said. THADDEUS   I spect she jest shut up her eyes and her ears and took a lil nap, miss.  MADAME   May we proceed? CAROL   [sigh] Yes.  [fierce] Yeah, I want this fiend drawn and quartered! SOUND   distant brief chuckle, like several people in another room. MADAME   Now, Carol.  We'll start with something easy.  I want you to be comfortable.  I want you to remember something very pleasant.  CAROL   Pleasant? MADAME   Think back to a time when you were happy. CAROL   [thinking]  Oh! No, no - that's too silly.  MADAME   The first thing that comes to mind, Carol. CAROL   Well, I was very sick once, when I was little - measles, I think, but I don't remember too well - Just the itching.  Oh, how it itched!  Mama gave me sweet tea each night she came home and didn't see any scratches on me.  If I could just control myself, I could have sweet tea.  [pause] Of course, I fooled her - I learned to scratch around. THADDEUS   Scratch around? CAROL   Yes.  Maybe it was chicken pox.  But anyway, if you scratch around the spots, it stops some of the itch, but doesn't look like you've been scratching.  THADDEUS   Your best memory is of feelin poorly? CAROL   No, don't be silly.  She just asked me for a memory of a happy time, and it was... oddly enough.  I got sweet tea, AND I fooled my mother.  [giggle] SOUND   distant chuckles CAROL   Sounds like they're having a whale of a time over there. MADAME   Very good Carol.  You sound like you feel better now.  I need you to keep this feeling of well-being with you while we try again. CAROL   I still don't think it will work. THADDEUS   Try. CAROL   All right. MADAME   Ignore any pain.  Ignore any fear.  Ignore any interruptions.  Ignore any distractions.  We must find this man.  We must find him and stop him.  [beat]  You have just reached the second floor landing.  What do you see, Carol? CAROL   [breathing rapidly]  I see the gum wrappers.  Little brat.  Then a shadow.  I hardly ever see people - oh! - on the stairs.  [groans]  MADAME   Continue, please. THADDEUS   Take my hand, Carol, jest like before.  Thass a girl. SOUND   very distant knocking and shuffling noises. CAROL   [whining gasp, obviously in pain]  I turn around, and there's a flash - like sunlight on water.  MADAME   Ignore the flash.  Look only at the face.  SOUND   knocking and shuffling noises get louder, nearer. CAROL   No!  No I can't  - it hurts too much! THADDEUS   Yes you can.  You gots to.  You the only one left behind - none of them other girls can say nothin, but you - you got yourself a chance to be a hero, now.  CAROL   Are you sure he can't come back and get me? SOUND   glass breaks THADDEUS   Sure as I'm sittin here wit you, miss.  He cain't never even touch you - no way, no how. MADAME   Carol!  Stop the movie!  You need to stop it and look!  Break the film in your mind, so there IS NO END.  Nothing but the face. CAROL   No, I can't! SOUND   heavy pounding, neighbors getting upset. THADDEUS   Shh.  Shh.  You takin my hand right off, miss Carol. SOUND   ALL sounds stop abruptly. CAROL   It's a knife, isn't it? THADDEUS   Yes. CAROL    He's holding a knife, but it's on my right - my right...  Oh No!  Oh, Thaddeus, I'm-- SOUND   distant knocking begins again. THADDEUS   That ain't nothing, miss Carol.  You gots to see it's just hysteria. SOUND   Knocking gets louder CAROL   [in tears]  But I'm bleeding!  I have to get to a doctor! THADDEUS   They ain't no blood, miss.  Not a chance of it.  It's all in ya' head, see? CAROL   No, look, my side, it hurts-- THADDEUS   Shh.  I don' see no blood. SOUND   knocking begins to recede CAROL    No blood? THADDEUS   Not a bit of it.  CAROL   [deep breath]  All right.  [realization]  Oh!  But if I saw a knife in his hand, on my right, then he must be left-handed!  That's important, isn't it? MADAME   [very tired]  Very ...good.  I must have another rest.  We shall speak again.  Goodbye.   SCENE 7.    CAROL   How does she do that? THADDEUS   What? CAROL   She just -- it was like she just wrapped some of the darkness around her and vanished. THADDEUS   She probly jest turned off a light.  You doin all right? CAROL   No.  My side hurts.  I want to go home. THADDEUS   Got to finish first.  This GOT to be done. CAROL   I know, but-- [begins to weep] THADDEUS   I shore do like that song Poor Papa you sing sometimes. CAROL   [surprised]  What?  THADDEUS   I heared you sing it over and over one day, so I got it near enough memorized myself. CAROL   [sniffs, but no longer crying]  I was getting ready for an audition.  No one can hear me in the stairwell, so it doesn't bother anyone if I practice there.  THADDEUS   And that song -- that song is jest plain funny.  When mama gets to ride in the car-- CAROL   [cheering up] Oh, yes, when "papa bought a limousine, the most expensive kind, now he wears a chauffeur's suit, and mama rides behind!" THADDEUS   [laughing]  Thassa one, thassa one gets me every time.  One tough female, mama is. CAROL   You really listen to me? THADDEUS   Whenever I hears you in the stair, I'm there quick as all get out, tucked up high so's not to bother you or, well, make you afeared. CAROL   Oh, I'm not afraid of you. THADDEUS    You probly would be if'n we hadn't talked first.  CAROL   [beat] I wish I could say you were wrong.  [deep breath]  Thank you. THADDEUS   Fer what? CAROL   For the distraction. THADDEUS   [teasing]  Is that what I's doin?  I thought I was complimentin you on your singin, thass all. CAROL   Don't act dopey.  THADDEUS   You up to tryin again?  CAROL   Maybe...  Should we see if she'll come back? THADDEUS   Nah.  Jest try right here.  Maybe SHE the one makin it hard fer you to think.  You come up with somethin now, you can always tell her when she come back. SOUND   PACING CAROL   [beat]  This is futile. THADDEUS   Nah-- CAROL   [revving up]  Futile.  Pointless!  Hopeless!  THADDEUS   You know what you needs?  You needs to scratch around. CAROL   What? THADDEUS   You cain't scratch the spot what itches, cause that jest get you into trouble.  Scratch around.  CAROL   [realizing]  Thaddeus, you're brilliant!  [beat]  But, how CAN I think around--?  THADDEUS   Mebbe... you ever see them funny pictures with an artist, and he holdin up his thumb?  How bout if you hold up ya' thumb - block out the part you gots to scratch around. CAROL   I think I see -- Just look at the edges, because the middle is too scary. THADDEUS   Yes'm. CAROL   I see the door to the second floor hallway.  It's off to my left.  I see the light fixture on the wall. THADDEUS   Don' worry about no lights. CAROL   Right.  I see a [deep breath] a hat - no a cap, like a deliveryman would wear.  It's [breathes quickly for a moment]  blue- I think it's blue-- SOUND   Thud, like a body drop. THADDEUS   Calm now, Miss Carol. CAROL   --and hair, blonde?  Or maybe light brown.    SCENE 8.   MADAME   Be calm, Carol. CAROL   Yes, a deliveryman.  I remember!  I was thinking it must have been a small package, since he was coming up the stairs instead of the elevator, when-- [hollow, pained] oh! SOUND   LOUDEST thumpings and rattlings yet.  they CONTINUE until noted. CAROL   Oh! THADDEUS   S'all right. CAROL   Oh!  No, but Thaddeus-- THADDEUS   I understand.  I promise you, I do. CAROL   But-- SOUND   CRASH OF GLASS. CROWD   [reactions - gasps, a scream.] CAROL   But, he ... he killed me, didn't he?  [beat] Didn't he Thaddeus? SOUND   Deep creaking & cracking noises. CROWD   [reacts again] MADAME   Carol.  I need to end this now.  Goodbye. SOUND   Sudden silence.   SCENE 9.   CAROL   Thaddeus? THADDEUS   Yes, miss Carol? CAROL   [calm] I'm right, aren't I? THADDEUS   I spect you'd rather not be, but -- yes.  You dead, too. CAROL   Too? THADDEUS   I wished I coulda stopped him, I truly do - but they ain't nothin much a ghost can do!  Jest makin him see me was hard enough, and I was ... too late... CAROL   But, what do I do now?  Do I go somewhere? THADDEUS   [rueful laugh] If'n I had an answer fer that, miss Carol, I spect I wouldn't be here talkin wit' you. MUSIC   SCENE 10.   TOUR GUIDE   [clearly reading]  And here we are at stop number 12 on the haunted hotel tour, the Garibaldi Residential Suites -- rumored to be home to a plethora of ghosts, including a baby in the basement, a chain rattling spook in suite 405, a runaway slave, and the poor girl who was the final victim of the stairway stabber - and can sometimes be heard singing in the stairwells. MUSIC OLIVIA   Now that you know how to find us, you'll have to come back.  Maybe next week?  Don't be a stranger - we have enough of those already...   "Poor Papa" lyrics by Billy Rose, 1926.     ******************************************

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Our spookiest episode to date, this whole episode is dedicated to ghost and demon stories from the boys. Daniel is afraid of demon old people and we discover Lee has no soul.

Business plans may not sound fun, but this episode might change your mind. What is “Little Billy” thinking about when creating his business plan? Well, he may not be headed in the right direction, but we will help steer you. This doesn't have to be stressful, but making a plan should give you confidence on the key parts of the business that you should have a good handle on. With that vision, you stand a much better chance of reaching your goals. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Business plans may not sound fun, but this episode might change your mind. What is “Little Billy” thinking about when creating his business plan? Well, he may not be headed in the right direction, but we will help steer you. This doesn't have to be stressful, but making a plan should give you confidence on the key parts of the business that you should have a good handle on. With that vision, you stand a much better chance of reaching your goals. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

A couple move into a house with their young son, then discover its supposed to be haunted. Little Billy talks to the old lady at the foot of his bed at night. Ghostly organ music assaults them at night! Spirits play out the murder of the previous tenants by the caretaker… who then shows up with a gun! The walls crumble to reveal an old organ and several corpses! This track will be in our "Horror/Suspense" Playlist.

Welcome to the #RunPainFree podcast. Today, Coach Jessica Marie Rose Leggio chats with Little Billy about one of the most common problems runners face – knee pain after running. If you've just rolled in from a run, get yourself a glass of water, your foam roller, and listen up. Coach Jessica is going to tell you straight.  Hey Coach, I have knee pain after running.  Oh, Little Billy, so much to learn.  The first thing you need to realize is that knee pain is not an injury. Your knees are fine. The pain has nothing to do with your knees.  Sidebar: In 2011, Coach Jessica Marie Rose Leggio published an E-book on this very topic: Correcting Knee Pain: Find the root of your knee pain!  Well, they are fine when I put on a knee brace.  Please, step away from the knee braces!  So many runners use knee braces, running compression sleeves and get shots in their knees. Or they take Advil pre and post-run to mask the pain. To add insult to injury, despite all my PSA's, most runners are still lacing up their stability sneakers every time they go running.  None of this stuff works.  Sidebar: Yes, we have an entire episode on how to Protect Yourself From the Stability Shoe Scam When you're getting knee pain after running, embrace it in terms of feedback. Don't smother your knee with a brace; locking up joints is never a good move. Remember, the pain you are experiencing in your knee is from somewhere else. You should not be persevering through the pain with quick fixes like a knee brace. You need to address the root cause, so it stops.  So what's the root cause? Let me guess, my hips?  Yes, damn straight, it's your hips that are in dysfunction! The reason why is complex, so here is some quick advice… Foam roll! Foam roll! Foam roll! Foam rolling will alleviate your knee pain after running almost instantly. If foam rolling doesn't make the pain go, you are likely not foam rolling correctly.  Sidebar: #RunPainFreenow.com offers free consultations with Jessica on how to foam roll. She will give a one-on-one session and teach you the fundamentals of how to foam roll properly.  If you foam roll and the pain comes back, that is the feedback that something more serious is going on. Consider it your wake-up call; you've got to go to it like a bull to a red flag! Ok, but why do my hip problems show up in my knees?  Hey kiddo, you're all right – you're learning, asking the right questions, maybe one day you will run pain-free. I digress… Your knees are the fastest, easiest way for your body to express to you there's a problem further up the chain. Likewise, shin splints are also one of the first signs of a problem at your hips.  So, why do I only have knee pain after running?  Really, come on, Little Billy, you know this one. No, the answer isn't on the ceiling.  Most runners won't experience knee pain mid-run because running generates blood flow. When you stop, your blood flow goes back to homeostasis or a balanced state. So that's why you start to feel knee pain after running. And that's why foam rolling should be a part of your life.  –     Why?  –     Because it generates blood flow.  –     ­You want me to foam roll?  –     I told you at the top of this piece to grab your foam roller!  If you're not foam rolling as a runner, you really should stop running. Just hang up your shoes and do a basic workout. Running is not a workout; running is a sport that you need to train for. No, that doesn't mean just doing recovery runs between your tempo runs and long runs; we are talking about conditioning exercises. Sidebar: Curious about how to look after your hips? Check out our episode: Secrets of a Healthy Hip Am I dysfunctional?  Look, little Billy, you'll be ok. But yes, you are. Hey, don't take it so bad! Almost everyone has some form of dysfunction in their body. In modern life, sitting in office chairs during the day and on couches in the evening doesn't do anybody favors.  You don't feel these problems until you start using your entire body and nothing uses your whole body like running. Long-distance running requires your body to work as a unit for hours at a time. When something isn't working, it's going to show up. But if you get on to your knee pain early, you can prevent incurring a significant injury. Consider your knee pain like a status update from your body. It's saying, 'hey little Billy, can you just fix me really quick because I like this whole running thing.'  If you've had knee pain from the day you started running, then you've had this problem even before you started running.  But why can't I wear my knee braces? Didn't we go through this already?  Ok. Wherever you put a brace on your body, your subsequent injury will be at the next joint up. For example, if you put on an ankle brace, you'll get a knee injury. If you put on a knee brace, you will get a hip injury. With a bandage or a brace on your knee, you lock up the knee. Now the ankle and the hip have to work even more because there's a knee joint restriction. Yet, your ankle and your hips were the problems, to begin with! You might be thinking, how do I know about your ankle niggle. Well, that's because your hips and ankles are synonymous in terms of movement.  If your hips and ankles are not moving correctly, your knee is also going to flare up because it is in the leg's midline, which is the most vulnerable spot of the leg.  When you lock up your joints with these bands, bandages, stability shoes or braces, or whatever else, you are gagging your body's inbuilt feedback mechanism. It's like duct taping your body to drown out its screams while you torture it running.  See your knee pain as a red flag and work out what you need to do to address the dysfunction in your hips.  But all the runners I know have some pain from running?  Sorry, Billy, that is not normal. You can push yourself and challenge yourself, but that is not pain. Fatigue pain caused by running and injury pain are worlds apart – so don't confuse the two. This idea is why many people get injured because they don't separate the two.  So how do I figure out what's going on?  Take notes of how you're feeling after every run. To be specific, if you felt a minor niggle somewhere, write it down. If you feel fine or sluggish, write it down. Add details like the type of course, distance, and time. Over time, you'll be able to go back and look at your calendar, and you'll be able to start mapping your own body and figuring out why that pain is happening. Bottom line: If you listen to your body and figure out the root cause of your aches and pains, you will prevent an injury. And isn't that the best type of correction? Injury prevention. Takeaway lesson.  Knee pain after running is the first red flag you'll ever get with running. Your first point of action should be to start foam rolling pre and post-run. If you're foam rolling and not feeling better afterward, contact us for an online consultation. They're complimentary. We can figure out exactly what's going on with your body, and we will teach you how to foam roll properly. If foam rolling doesn't solve your knee pain, it is a sign that you have a bigger problem at your hips. TIMESTAMPS 01:18 – Intro 02:27 – Why you should avoid knee braces 5:08 – So what's the root cause? Let me guess, my hips?  08:40 – So, Why do I only have knee pain after running? 10:50 – Am I dysfunctional?  17:41 – But all the runners I know have some pain from running? 20:15 – How do I figure out what's going on? 21:50 – Takeaway lesson  KEY LEARNING POINTS –     The root cause of your knee pain is hip dysfunction –     Start foam rolling pre and post-run to generate blood flow –     Avoid braces, bandages, and stability shoes –     Start introducing conditioning exercises for your hips MENTIONED LINKS Get an Assessment With Jessica: https://www.runpainfreenow.com Resources & Programs To Run Injury-Free: https://www.runpainfreeacademy.com How Sport Braces, Cortisone Shots, and KT-Tape Hurt Runners and  Marathoners: https://www.runpainfreepodcast.com/blog/how-sport-braces-cortisone-shots-amp-kt-tape-hurt-runners-amp-marathoners Secrets of a Healthy Hip: https://www.runpainfreepodcast.com/blog/secrets-of-a-healthy-hip Thanks so much for tuning in this week. I hope this helps you unravel the mystery of where your knee pain is coming from.  Have some feedback you'd like to share? Did you like the cameo by our new fictitious guest Little Billy? Please leave a note in the comments section below! If you enjoyed this episode, please share it with your friends.  Don't forget to subscribe to the show on iTunes to get automatic episode updates for our "#RunPainFree Podcast!" And, finally, please take a minute to leave us an honest review and rating on iTunes. They help us out with the show's ranking, and I make it a point to read every single one of the reviews we get. Keep running and keep learning!

On this episode, the dads discuss a common issue that happens with newborns and how that can be communicated to new parents. Chris and Christian compare their experiences with this particular issue. “Rapid Fire” and “From the Vault” make their return to the podcast. ** Note: This episode was recorded prior to Tiger Woods' car accident. We wish him well and a full recovery. **

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Anthony & Lauren tell the Story of Little Billy Stephenson, written by Robyn Crowe.Billy doesn't want to wash his hands but along the way he learns why hand washing is so important! Did you know that you should wash your hands for at least 20 seconds with warm water and soap? Lauren and Anthony make hand washing fun with their catchy tune ‘Germs'. Singalong as you wash those germs away!Listen and Sign along with Anthony & Lauren…Link to Robyn Crowe's Website: https://robyncrowe.com/Link to Story Surprise: Hand Hygiene! Little Billy Stephenson on YouTube: https://youtu.be/Eo33RRjSBLMFind Anthony & Lauren here...Facebook: Page name: Story SurpriseUsername: @storysurpriseauhttps://www.facebook.com/storysurpriseau Instagram: @storysurpriseauhttps://www.instagram.com/storysurpriseau/ YouTube: Story Surprise!https://www.youtube.com/c/storysurpriseau/ Tik Tok: @storysurpriseauhttps://vm.tiktok.com/ZSpussbP/Tangi: @storysurpriseauhttps://tangi.co/p/storysurpriseau?utm_source=in_app_share My Kids Club: Story Surprise!http://www.mykidsclub.com/channel/120/channel-videosListen to Story Surprise! With Anthony & Lauren on Little Rockers kids Radio daily at 11am and 5pm. www.littlerockersradio.com.au

Chance Raspberry, lead animator on The Simpsons and creator of Little Billy (the world's first and only animated series about life with a neurodiversity), talks about growing up "different", going to school, finding employment and following your passion and your dreams.