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From Lost In Eros – Book 1Orgy Amy, & More Games with ‘the Player'In 10 Parts By BradentonLarry.  Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.Toshia eventually came upon Don when his head popped back up from a tangled ensemble of painted bodies, in the dark fluorescent party hall. An exotic looking woman with yellow stripes running down the length of her body was now positioning herself over Martina's face facing Don. Don gave the striped woman a smile, and then turned his attention to the green and yellow woman who had taken it upon herself to have him fuck her.Don worked his hand under her hip and gently nudged her upward. She got the idea pretty quickly, and started to lever herself up into a kneeling position without taking her mouth off the cock she'd been sucking. Don managed to move with her, kneeling as he did so. Once they were upright he began to fuck in and out of her seriously. He watched from behind as the woman's head bobbed up and down on the man's cock, almost in rhythm to the fucking Don was giving her cunt.Next to him, a man had moved between Martina's legs, lifted her by the waist and started to fuck her.The woman Don was fucking seemed to stop sucking the guy in front of her, but then Don worked out that the guy was coming. The woman leaned back, and Don sat back on his haunches to let her, so the guy she'd been sucking could scoot out of the way. Don slipped his hands around to the woman's front, where he cupped her nice medium-sized tits. She leaned back against him, turned to look at him over her shoulder, and said, “Um, thanks for the fuck. I'm Amy, by the way.”“It's my pleasure, and I'm Don,” He noticed that her face was also covered in green and yellow paint, as well as quite a spattering of cum. Don thought this was incredibly hot, and he moved his right hand down her taut belly to run his fingertips over her clit.Amy bit her lower lip and moved up and down on his cock. She said, “Keep doing that.”A man in purple and yellow paint stepped up in front of Amy with his cock in hand.“Do you mind?” Amy asked Don.“No; by all means!”Amy reached out and pulled the man's cock to her mouth and began to suck it enthusiastically. Don watched intently, while continuing to stroke her clit from behind. While she was sucking she held still on Don's cock.Glancing over to his left, Don saw the man fucking Martina pull out and shoot a long jet of cum over her lanky body. The woman riding her face leaned forward over her and sucked on the man's cock, getting her tits in the cum on Martina's belly in the process.When the guy in Amy's mouth got ready to come, she took his cock out and stroked it until it sprayed all over her face and tits. She stroked it a couple more times, and sucked on the head, finally kissing it goodbye. The guy moved off in search of other game, and Amy turned back to Don and said, “Do you like that?”“Hell yes!” he said.“I love it when a guy comes on me. Want me to do another one?”“Sure!”Amy flagged down another guy, who was more than happy to let her suck on him.Don took a moment to look over to see what Shelonda was up to, and saw her with her legs scissored with those of a cute little woman with large tits, in bright pink paint. The two women were grinding against each other intently.Don turned his attention back to Amy who was now jerking the guy's cock. He came in a thick gout that splattered on her chin and landed heavily on her left tit. Don moved his hand a little to smear the thick dollop over Amy's nipple.“Oh, nice!” she said, and began to ride up and down on him again. Another guy now stepped up in front of her of his own initiative, and she started to suck him without asking Don. She kept sliding up and down on his cock this time, though, and he started stroking her clit a bit more intently, pinching and pulling on it. The guy must have been watching Amy, because when he was ready, he pulled his cock out and stroked it for her, which enabled her to relax and enjoy the sensations in her cunt and clit. As his cum shot out and splattered all over her face, and then her tits, Amy came on Don's cock. As she shook, her hands moved over her tits and face, smearing the cum all over her. Don took his hand from her crotch and did the same, while also kissing her shoulder and neck through her hair.“I like having you watch me,” she said. “Can I keep you?”“Do you know how to get to the garden?”“No, why?”“It's not important right now,” Don laughed.“Well, what is important that you shoot your cum on my face,” Amy said with a smile.“I think that can be arranged,” Don smiled.Amy fell forward to her hands and knees, pulling off Don's cock in the process. She grabbed a couple of pillows and then lay down on her back with her head propped up, and then said, “Now bring that bad boy up here.”Don quickly complied, straddling the top of her chest. She pulled his cock down toward her mouth and said, “Just fuck my mouth until you're about to come.”Don obliged, pushing forward as soon as she had her mouth on him. He watched her, loving the look of her pretty yellow and green face as she sucked on his thick cock.Glancing to the left, he saw Shelonda crawling over to watch him and Amy. When she got there, she ran her hands over both Amy's and Don's body. This helped push Don toward his orgasm, which he had been holding off since Toshia's little gangbang in the corridor. The thought of that gangbang, and then seeing Toshia getting fucked in the pit did the trick,  He pulled back out of Amy's mouth and promptly spewed a veritable deluge of cum all over her face.Amy laughed and smiled up at him, “Thank you!”“My pleasure!” he laughed in return.Shelonda leaned down to suck on Don's cock a little and then to kiss Amy's sticky mouth.When Shelonda looked up at Don, he said, “Should we go and see what Toshia's up to?”“That should be good!” Shelonda grinned.“Who's Toshia ?” Amy wanted to know.“My friend,” Don said. “She was going a bit fuck crazy in the pit earlier.”“Ooh, my kind of gal!” Amy said. “Can I come too?”“Of course,” Don said.After they wiped the fluorescent paint off each other; Amy's taking quite a bit of time; they headed down into the main area of the disco. They cruised the long platform around the pit and worked their way through the smoke, which was now less densely populated, but saw no sign of her. They finally found her in the bubble bath room.She was about half way around the big tub. At first all Don saw was a muscular back flexing in the bubbles, and a woman's hands on the man's shoulders. A guy stood on either side of the guy with the back, and each of them were reaching in front of the main guy, and now and then leaning in front of him. As he moved around the tub a bit, though, Don saw that it was Toshia in front of the man, with her legs crooked over his forearms. The men on either side were teasing her tits and occasionally kissing her.There were other people playing in the bubbles, so Don didn't notice at first that the buxom blonde from the pit was also there. She was facing the side of the tub, bent over getting drilled from behind, while reaching over to play with the cock of the guy to Toshia's right.“Wow,” Shelonda said.“Yeah,” Don agreed. He gestured with his head toward Toshia for Amy's benefit and said, “That's Toshia .”“Sweet. You're not going to interrupt her are you?”“Hell no,” Don said, “I'm going to sit here and watch.” And he promptly sat down on the edge of the tub to do just that. Shelonda and Amy sat down on either side of him. The strobe lights made the whole show a bit bizarre, but they watched as the guy with the back apparently finished and lowered Toshia's legs. The guy on Toshia's right then stepped up in front of her, and the guy on the left moved around to the right, where buxom blonde girl reached out to stroke him. The man in front of  Toshia moved in close, and she wrapped her arms around him, and presumably, under the bubbles, her legs.Shelonda's hand stole into Don's lap and began to stroke his already very hard cock. An anonymous guy came and sat down on the opposite side of Amy. Soon she leaned over to suck on this new cock, and before long, she slipped into the bubbles to face the man and suck him from there. Don noted that this side of the tub must be shallower than Toshia's.The guy fucking Toshia finished, and as the next guy moved in front of her, she turned around to put her hands on the side of the tub. The guy now behind her began to screw her. The guy fucking Toshia's new girlfriend apparently finished and moved away, so the blonde ducked under Toshia's arm to come up in front of her and proceeded to make out with her while Toshia got fucked.Don looked down just in time to catch Amy; who was even prettier without the paint; getting rained on by a stream of cum. He smiled at her, leaned down and said, “Don't go anywhere.”Amy grinned and nodded.Then Don said to Shelonda, “I'll be right back.”Don dropped into the tub, and made his way across to just behind the guy screwing Toshia , and waited patiently. It didn't take long; the man finished and moved off to the right. Toshia continued to make out with her friend, not immediately changing her stance. Don stepped up and ran his hands over Toshia's ass. He shook his head and smiled when she merely wiggled her ass invitingly. He took his hard cock and pushed it into her very wet cunt in one smooth motion. He felt cum and Toshia's juices squishing out around his thick shaft.Toshia pushed back at him, and he began to fuck himself in and out of her. Only when he had a good rhythm going did he lean forward over her arched back and ask, “So how many cocks have you fucked here?”“Including yours?” she asked, looking over her shoulder at him.“Well, I'm not done yet.”“And just in here or since coming into the disco?”“All together.”“Eighteen.”“Eighteen?” Don said, almost stopping his fucking.“It wasn't easy keeping count, believe me,” Toshia said.“Damn,” he said, “I can only account for six, and that's impressive anyway.”Toshia kept pushing back at him, though a bit more forcefully now that she knew it was Don. “There was the guy you saw me with first,” she said. “I was just dancing, and he started grinding behind me and running his hands all over me, and then he was fucking me and I loved it. I loved getting fucked in the middle of everyone. Then, you saw the next guy; that was intense. Then I started dancing with Jamie here, and two guys came up behind us and we just kind of bent over a little and let them fuck us. They didn't come until they switched places. God, that was hot.”“I can imagine,” Don said, reaching around to squeeze Toshia's tits. He felt Jamie's fingers down below touching the base of his cock as she played with Toshia's clit.“It gets  better,” Toshia said. “After those two, we drew some attention on the dance floor, and guys swarmed all around us. There were cocks all over the place, I had two in my hands all the time, and guys were shoving their cocks between my legs, but not getting anywhere. I was getting all hot and bothered, but we eventually wound up on the steps there, and we both just got on our hands and knees on the second step. Five guys fucked me there, just one after the other, every one coming inside me. There was cum running down the insides of my legs. I must have come myself about eight times.”Don felt between Toshia's ass cheeks and noticed they were quite slick with assorted juices. As he pressed his thumb against her tight little asshole, he said, “Go on.”“Oh! Nobody did that,” she said. He felt her make an effort to relax and his thumb slipped into her. “Umm, I like that! Where was I? Oh yeah, on the steps. At one point this guy sat on the step in front of me and I was sucking on his cock while two different guys screwed me. Then I just moved up and sat on the cock in front of me. That was number, ”“Ten,” Don said. He was working both his thumb and cock in and out of her.“Yeah,  fuck! You two are going to make me come like this.”“Go on,” Don said firmly.“Um, Okay. Well, I thought we could use a break so we came up here; looking for you, by the way; and well, this wasn't much better, except that the bubbles feel nice and slippery. I had Jamie get up on the edge and was licking all the sweet cum from her cunt, when I felt someone playing with my cunt from behind. I looked back and saw a nice fellow standing there, and I just said, ‘Go ahead,' and he did. After he came, two more guys took a turn. And I loved it!”Then  Toshia was shaking with an intense orgasm, and gasping. Jaime finally stopped stroking her clit and took her mouth off Toshia's right nipple.“Hi Don,” Jamie finally said, with a big white smile.“Hi Jamie,” Don grinned back. He also saw Shelonda come and sit down over them. Don shoved into Toshia a bit harder and said, “That's only 13.”“Oh, well, I got up on the side to have Jamie go down on me, and while she was doing it, a couple of guys came by and said they'd been admiring us all evening. So, I said, ‘Well are you just going to admire us?' The one guy laughed and said, 'I want this one first,' and started rubbing his cock all over my mouth, so I started giving him a blowjob. His buddy got down and started fucking Jamie while she licked me. That was hot too! Anyway, I came ,  Fuck, Don!”Shelonda dropped down into the tub and knelt down under the bubbles. Soon, Don felt her tongue as Shelonda started licking at Toshia's clit.“Oh,” Toshia trembled.“What happened then?” Don insisted.“Well, um, I came, and then I asked the guy who I was sucking if he wanted my cunt. As it turns out he did, so I got on my back and he fucked me. His buddy climbed out of the tub and did the same after he came. God, I'm such a slut! Damn; where was I?”“Just before the last three, I think,” Don said, now intently fucking in and out of her.“Oh ,  yeah ,  uh ,  Jamie and I got back in the bubbles and were dancing and messing around when this big strong guy and his three buddies came and were dancing with us. Um ,  well ,  we wound up at this end of the tub ,  and then the big guy lifted me up and fucked me with ,  his ,  big ,  cock. And then two of his buddies,  oh god ,  they fucked me too , ! God, Don! Now you're fucking me,  let me turn around.”He pulled out of her as she pushed Shelonda away.  Toshia turned around and grabbed Don by the back of the neck and pulled him to her for a wildly passionate kiss. She got up on her tip toes, and reached down to grab his cock. Don took her ass in his hands and lifted her up, bracing her back against the wall of the tub. Then he lowered her down on his cock, and she was rocking her hips against him, while he fucked in and out of her.“Don, fuck me,” she moaned. “Come inside me!”Then she was coming again and he was coming too. He pumped hot cum up into her, while her body clenched at his with intense need. They kept fucking while they came, only slowly coming to a halt. She leaned down a bit and, holding his head in her hands, kissed him again, long and passionately.Big BedroomWhen the four of them; Toshia, Don, Shelonda and Jamie; finally climbed out of the huge tub of bubbles, they were joined by a beautiful young woman with a very nice curvy, yet trim and compact body, brown hair with blonde and auburn highlights, and a saucy, playful face. She clearly had cum on her face, throat and tits. Don said, “Toshia and Jamie, this is Amy.”Feeling extremely relaxed after the activities of the day and evening, Toshia leaned over and started to lick the delicious cum off Amy's tits. Amy responded by running her hands over Toshia's body. After several moments of this, Toshia looked up at Amy and said, “Pleased to meet you.”“Likewise,” Amy smiled.“Okay, Don,” Toshia said, turning back to him, “why don't we take a break and you tell me what you've been up to?”They sat on the edge of the tub, watching the people playing in the bubbles, while Don told Toshia about his relatively minor exploits in the pit; first fucking Shana and then Shelonda.“You fucked her in the ass, eh?” Toshia said, smiling acros

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Learn how Off Color Brewing's yeast-first focus makes its beers distinct from the more common hops-focused breweries in the craft beer industry.Off Color Brewing co-founder and head brewer John Laffler shares the science behind his yeast-first brewery and how it stands apart from other more hop-focused breweries. He discusses the revival of forgotten beer styles, focusing on esoteric brews crafted before the Bavarian Purity Law and highlighting his brewery's reputation for challenging conventional tastes with unique beers. He also explains his brewery's foeders and delves into the sustainable and artisanal brewing approach of Off Color, which prioritizes specialized production over mass market expansion.John also shares the story behind several of Off Color's beers, including their wildly popular Apex Predator saison, their native fermented witbier “Critters” with its delectable rosé-like acidity, and their playful reinvention of Miller High Life. Plus: how the innovative Miscellanea project experiments with wild yeasts to find “evolving” flavors, why Off Color's website is so amazing for beer nerds, and the sandwich you have to try along with your next British brown ale.About Off Color Brewing: A craft beer brewery in Chicago, Off Color first began operating with a focus on brewing forgotten styles of beer, particularly those made in Germany before Reinheitsgebot (i.e. the Bavarian Purity Law) was proclaimed in the late 15th century. Learn more on their website at https://www.offcolorbrewing.com/ —You can learn more about Crafty Brewers and get in touch with us on our official website, https://craftybrewerspod.com Crafty Brewers is a production of Quantum Podcasts, LLC. Is your brewery or business looking to capture a loyal audience to drive business results with the power of podcasting? Then visit https://quantum-podcasts.com/ to learn more.Our executive producer and editor is award-winning podcaster Cody Gough. He insists that we tell you that in this episode, you'll learn about: forgotten beer styles, Reinheitsgebot, Critters beer, wood-fermented beer, beer pairings, wild yeast cultures, brewing sustainability, beer evolution, craft brewing transparency, homebrewing, large wooden barrels, foeders, Apex Predator saison, Miller High Life collaboration, Beer for Lounging, Beer for Pizza, quick fermentation, kettle souring, lactic acid, lactobacillus, acidified beers, sour malt, Brettanomyces, traditional Belgian beers, craft brewery expansion, pilsners, wheat beer, IPAs, Gozas, blender vices, and regional beers.

so what does a lounging spy listen to in his apartment at night...lets find out Dave Lowe- No Time To Die Hugo Montenegro-Thunderball Sam Rivers- Euterpe  Denis Farnon- Highballs At Villa Rienza Baby Grand- Just Drive Teddy Randazzo-The Countess Dave Grusin-The Girl From U.N.C.L.E. James Bond Sextet-Casino Royale Robby Poietivin-The Syndicate Robert Short-  The Cairo Connection Robert Short- Nassau Night Moves Dan Stein-Elegant Manhattan Pepper Greenwald-Morocco Henry Mancini-Blue Mantilla Pepper Greenwald-Rooftops SpyFi-Theme From The World Espionage Bureau

Today on 2 Pros and a Cup of Joe, the guys get ready for kickoff at the Orange Bowl as they recount stories of travel troubles, their first night in Miami, and an interesting Ravens trend on today's edition of ICYMI.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

@rundff joins @dynastyouthouse, @dynastyffaddict, & @frankinthechat to talk listener questions, news, and Trade Addicts trades.

Even spies need some downtime with cocktail jazz   John Neel-Blue Martini Octobop-Playboy Theme Jerry Goldsmith-New York Skyline Teddy Randazzo April The Martini Kings- Rumble Johnny Mandel- Temple of the Clouds Ran Blake- Speak Low Robert Short-The Cairo Connection Robert Short- Nassau Night Moves Hugo Montenegro-The Spy Who Came In from the Cold Hugo Montenegro-The Silencers Keith Williams and His Orchestra Sound and the Fury Hollywood Film Music Orchestra- Fab Chick  Robby Poitevin-Jazz Cave Dawan Muhammad-Smoke Signal Dan Stein-Elegant Manhattan Combustible Edison- A Shot In The Dark

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What a perfect way to celebrate Nebraska's first bowl berth in 8 years by hanging out at the Circa Resort in Las Vegas. Conversations about our sportsbook experience, Nebraska's possible bowl destination, and a bunch of random shenanigans.

Bongani Bingwa meets with Mi Casa trumpeter Mo-T, who discusses Micasa music being passed down via his family, his band 'Micasa' releasing a new album, and what people can anticipate when he performs at Untitled Basement for his 'Forever Lounging' event on October 18th.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Very pleased to share that Bob Walkenhorst joined me for Episode No. 139, and it was a privilege to get to know him a little bit.I really enjoyed gaining a little bit of insight into Bob's perspective of the live-music scene in 1980s Kansas City as he and The Rainmakers really found their writing and gigging groove.As a 71-years-young rock star, Bob's still gigging twice a month at Mike Kelly's Westsider, and you can glean more details about those shows if you give his Facebook page a follow.His Web site, bobwalkenhorst.com is absolutely full of treats, including 12 LPs, unique prints, a book, and the means for you to hire him to do music for your private events.Bob and I of course chatted up a few of his favorite records, and those were these:Simon & Garfunkel's Bookends (1968)A Tramp Shining (1968), Richard HarrisJoni Mitchell's Blue (1971)Warren Zevon's self-titled album (1976)Early Days (1994), The WatersonsFind all of Bob's music on Apple or Spotify and don't forget to check out his book, Whirlybird Day, whilst perusing his Web site.Thank you for your support of the progrum.Note: I flubbed an author/title situation during my conversation with Bob: Stephen King's book is called On Writing Well; Writing Down the Bones is by Natalie Goldberg.copyright disclaimer: I do not own the rights to the audio samples contained within this episode. They are clips from a tune called, "Pick Me Up," by The Deadbeats from their 1999 album, Lounging, c/o Space Hopper.

Mike is on a mission to find out why 9.4 million Brits are unemployed and steps on some nerves in the process. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

On this hour of the W&J show, the boys talk about Biden relaxing in his mansion in Delaware, and why it never mattered; he isn't the one in charge.

The Squat Plug takes a breather.Mateo, Mark, and Ylli catch up and talk about what's on their minds at the moment.- The differences between Signature Series and Pro Series- Logistics and Design at White Toe- SponsorshipsLet us know what you think.Send us some questions.Enjoy.You can reach out to TSP if you send us a text through this linkHosts:Mateo Manko @whitetoe_connoisseur Ylli Mujaj @brolicgramMark Doherty @mark_collaborativestrengthProducer:Producer Bestar Mujaj @beunz

Our conversation for The Valley Business Today - Front Royal/Warren County edition - features Niki Foster from Front Royal/Warren County Chamber of Commerce.  We cover various topics related to the Chamber's activities and events. Niki shares updates on the redesign and redecoration of the Chamber's space, which is being transformed into a cozy and colorful member lounge offering facilities for meetings, social media creation, and more. We also discuss upcoming events, including the new teacher reception happening at the end of July, highlighting the retirement of Jeff Hinson, the chair of the education committee. Niki elaborates on the significance of the Chamber's new program, Coffee and Conversations, aimed at disseminating accurate community information. She also emphasizes the importance of the Community Leadership Program, which opens for applications on July 15th, encouraging community engagement and knowledge. Niki also mentions the Business After Hours event at Warren Heritage Society on July 23rd, showcasing recent developments under the new executive director, Joe Petty.  Learn more about chamber events and programs on their website: https://www.frontroyalchamber.com/ 

Lounging in the sun can make you feel and look great but without the proper care, you might be unintentionally hurting your skin. In our first episode of Skinquiries, Nicole Berrie explores our skin's relationship with the sun. Nicole speaks to skin cancer survivor and patient advocate Jacqueline Smith about the dangers of assuming that any skin is immune from sun damage. And dermatologist and skin cancer doctor Mary Stevenson weighs in on the safest ways to enjoy the great outdoors while protecting ourselves. Take a listen to find out how much sunscreen you should really be using, ways to have fun but stay safe in the sun, and when to stop wondering what's going on with your skin and seek help. Get ready to rethink your approach to sun protection and skincare –it's time to shed light on the truth behind sun-kissed skin.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Fertility Clinic nurse assistant studies female anatomy.By thomas_dean. Subscribe & listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Chapter 7: Pillow TalkI may have spoken of the much about my romantic interludes, sex play with my husband Jerry during my internship at the Fertility Clinic in my last year in college. I sighed 'husband' and 'wife' had become archaic words officially, but everyone in heterosexual relations still used those words in lieu of the official term `partner.' In a reflective moment cuddling, "Partners," Jerry had dismissed much modern parlance, "Sounds like something cowhands said to other guys in the old Western Movies."With both of us in school and working, our quest for physical intimacy tended to result in a quick, but spirited struggle, a wrestling match, Jerry called sexercises. There was only precious moments for a little cuddling time which generates pillow talk. As days grew longer and time in school shortened, we suddenly found more time for each other."Have you thought what you'll do after you graduate?" Jerry asked the frightening question. Up to now my hectic schedule, at school and work, gave me little time to ponder that the curtain would close on this life shortly.My mornings began early. I was due in at the Clinic at 5:45 AM. I had to give myself extra time. On my way to the bathroom on those mornings, Jerry's strong hand often landed on my shoulders. I'd feel the stumble of his whiskers rubbing against my neck, especially if I awoke still in my improvised PJs, worn panties and Jerry's raggy tee shirt."Jerry," I'd chide him, "Why do I know that if I find myself wearing my panties when I wake, it was good to have allowed extra time to get ready?" Wrestling me to the ground to take me from behind, Jerry quickly whipped my night clothes off. We rocked together till he came. "All too quickly," I pouted, "even if you never make me late for work."On my birthday, Jerry presented me with a harem girl PJs, a flimsy cotton bra and baggy bloomers tight at the waist and mid-calf ballooning out in between. "Hmm," I inspected the present, "Sheer. They should slide off easily enough when your projectile rules your brain."Contrary to his rough grab and tumble style, ritualizing the extraction procedure practiced in the Fertility Clinic dominated our sex play. Jerry played the docile partner when we reenacted my experiences at work.As much as I tried to keep my work life as an Intern at the Fertility Clinic entirely separate from my life at home, my husband Jerry's fascination with my role in assisting the drawing of sperm from virile young men occupied not only what few moments we could spare for our table talk, but also our sex play. Lounging on our couch with Jerry in my harem girl outfit, a loose fitting, billowy PJ bottom and matching cotton bra, Jerry appeared to be more intrigued than concerned. "It's a mechanical process," Jerry recognized, "without an emotional attachment. Kind of like the short-arm inspection in the service."Joining the nursing assistants in what we dubbed 'The Walk of Shame,' strolling nude from the locker where we stowed our street clothes to the employees' showers, Dr. Velour, exchanging pleasantries, smiled as she watched my eyes follow her double double D boobs bouncing with her every stride. "You're married to a male partner. Right? I meant to ask you," Dr. Velour got directly to the point, "how does your partner feel about your role in harvesting semen?""My husband," I paused for emphasis before continuing the response, "Jerry regards it as a process, like drilling for oil." I paused. "The clinic produces a yield and sells its product aloof from any personal commitment beyond professional pride in the product. The physical contact is incidental to the process, entirely impersonal without an emotional dimension."Snuggling with Jerry on the couch, I exclaimed, "Truth," I paused for emphasis, "could never have been better said! How could my work in extracting sperm from a male donor be any different from operating a pump?" I shot Jerry an expression of benign innocence as I plucked his member from his boxers. "All we do is work the handle to draw fluid from the well. A pure question of hydraulics. You're the engineering student. All that is little more than Archimedes Principles at work," I declared.Told of Jerry's description of inducing an emission as an application of the principles of `sexual hydraulics,' Dr. Velour described Jerry's reaction as objective with a bias toward structural analysis that she'd might expect from an engineering student. Pausing to think, Dr. Velour remarked, "It's good you have support at home. Some women might eh—not want to be so open with a partner. Surprisingly—men are different.""Jerry is so fascinated with my work at the Fertility Clinic," I shook my head, "We reenact the procedures to draw sperm. Interaction, says Jerry, might stimulate the donor, but the purpose is impersonal to draw the product, not to administer pleasure.""Hmm, there is," Dr. Velour raised her penciled in eyebrows, "a slender difference between the pleasure of business," She smiled, "and the business of pleasure, one wavering on a subtle question of purpose, intent and motivation."I chuckled. "Motivations, that's my field in Industrial Psychology."On the couch with Jerry cuddling up in a rare precious moment, I nested my breasts into his bare hairy chest. The outline of erect nipples proudly jutted out in the soft cotton fabric of the harem girl top. Whispering provocatively, I tapped Jerry's chest with the tip of my index finger, "two romantically motivated people putting their heads together can have more fun than one guy hitched to a post to jerk off."Then came the moment I dreaded. An aroused and tempted Jerry, brushing past the thin elastic band of my baggy bloomers, seized the flesh of my ass in his hand and kneaded it for a full minute before his hand reached over my hip and plunged down toward my pubes. "Slick!" Jerry's shriek ventured into such a high octave it sounded as if I had yanked his testicles. "When did this happen? If you wanted to go bald down there, why didn't you let me shave you?" Jerry cried.I sighed. "Shaving is so passe," I protested, "To avoid infections, hospitals, these days, use depilatory creams. No nicks, no cuts, no razor burns, thank god!" I exclaimed.At the entrance to the shower, I stood with Dr. Velour. Tilting her head back in a moment of reflection, Dr. Velour placed a firm hand on my bare shoulder. A shot of electricity ran through my body. My breath quickened; my nipples hardened, but I was confused. Velour was a woman.I had classified myself as a heterosexual. That's what it said on my marriage license in the statistical section-a totally private declaration not available to the public or even to `my partner,' but of course was available to the advertisers who loaded down our mailbox.Dr. Velour remarked, "Much of what we do here in the clinic to some outsiders may seem a semantic shuffle. It is unlawful for say a brother and sister to have sex, but a client seeking certain features might request a sister be inseminated by her brother's sperm.""Hmm, perfectly legal?" I inquired."Yes, but what are the ethics," Dr. Velour continued the hypothetical, "of inseminating a woman with sperm from a male with whom she could not legally have sex? From the perspective of your discipline, could you prepare me an opinion of whether we should tell the sister that she's being inseminated by her brother? Are you up to it?""A project of that nature would be difficult, lasting well beyond the few days I have left in school-and in this internship." I was reminded of Jerry's gut-wrenching question. Also, to graduate, I had finals to study for. I daringly raised the issue, "Could this project lead to a permanent job?"With a pleasant smile, Dr. Velour announced, "Perhaps, then I should consider rounding out your experience here at the clinic. I think it's time to advance your nurse-trainees' group to the next level, the female's body. The female body, like the female mind, is far more complex. I'll summon the rest of the group to meet downstairs in the theatre."Inside the shower, Dr. Velour seemed to vanish into the misty droplets that permeated the room before it condensed in dips on the tiled wall. I guessed Dr. Velour was in a hurry to accomplish some tasks before a training session. After rinsing off, I told the clerk, "I need scrubs for Dr. Velour's Nursing Assistant training.""Next level?" To my nod, the Clerk advised with a pleasant smile, "Congratulations, promoted to tend to females." A disarming smile filled her face when she reminded me, "With each little step the next one becomes that much easier.""Now, if that leads to a full-time job after graduation ..." I shook my head."Today," the clerk noted as she handed me a package, "you get the Nursing Assistant's full kit—scrubs, your very own plastic name tag, granny panties, bra and white sneakers.""I suppose I could attach the plastic name tag to the Shower Siren's top-the white bikini top the girl who works the donor's shower sports, but," I smiled, "there's something—a special eh, different appeal—to the nurse's scrubs," I remarked as I accepted the uniform. "Clothing defines the person and their role."On the couch with Jerry, I tried to conceal my delight over Jerry's present of harem girl pajamas. Holding the bottoms in front of me, I tried to assume a clinical tone in my comment, "tight at the waist and ankle, puffing out in between. Thin waist band may have trouble holding the bottoms up."To Jerry's smile, I shook my head. "I guess they're not intended to stay up. But this bra," I pulled the two ends to test it, "Cotton, no elastic, do you think this bra is sturdy enough to bind my wrists."Jerry responded with a devilish grin. Tilting my head, I smiled. "I guess you prefer to whip these PJs off my body to use me like a whore." With an evil smile, I added, "I should be proud to accept this gift as your candid appraisal of eh, my talents, quite a complement.""Clothing does add something," Jerry quipped, "even if I don't figure that you'll need it all night long."Receiving the scrubs from the clerk reporting in after showering at the Fertility Clinic, I reflected, "Scrubs do lend an air of authority." My comment drew a polite half smile and a nod.Fully dressed in fresh scrubs, I walked with an air of confidence as passed by co-workers moving toward the ramp that led to the subsurface level gym, pool and theatre. Trading pleasantries, I enthusiastically declared, "class exercises today, Introduction to Female Anatomy."When I entered the small theatre next to Dr. Velour's office, the other nursing assistant trainees, Cassie, employed by the clinic's gym, muscles bulging under short sleeved scrubs, Pat, the big breasted college girl, participating in an experiment at the Clinic and dark-haired Beth the oldest of the group had previously acted as a surrogate mother. All turned their heads to look when I entered, as if they had been waiting. Waiting for what? I wondered. What was up?On stage, Dr. Velour stood hand resting on a gynecological table. "Amy," Dr. Velour beckoned to me in a pleasant but officious tone, "how good of you to join us." To her left side in a corner of the stage rested a 5 foot by 5 foot white privacy screen. Inviting me on the stage, Dr. Velour announced, "Ladies, our study of anatomy of the female begins. Amy, would you go behind the screen, disrobe and put on a gown for us."I shook my head. "Why did you waste time by having me dress?" I allowed a tone of annoyance of enter my voice. "An anatomical model needs no costume.""The gown is optional, Amy," Dr. Velour, raising her eyebrows, snapped, "at your discretion.""You're going to poke and prod," I replied, "the gown will just be getting in the way."Undressing quickly behind the screen, I dismissed the fear that I was being submissive. Jerry taught me that he got over the rigors of the Marine Corps by responding enthusiastically to outrageous orders and overdoing it. "They're trying to cow you. But, if you show you can't be humiliated, they'll think you're crazy and leave you alone."Emerging from behind the screen, I held my arms out, "tah dah!" The faces of the nurse-trainees fell; Even Dr. Velour looked away. No one laughed. I had humiliated them. "I've exhibited my virtues. What's next?" I demanded.After a deep breath, Dr. Velour recovered from her surprise. "Lesson One is prepping, but first we have an initial evaluation," Dr. Velour pointed to my hair "hair clean, skin clear, breasts symmetric, no obvious discoloration of the nipples. You'll notice Amy has untamed pubic hair, slightly darker than her auburn hair."Ordered to turn around, I felt a tingle when Dr. Velour laid sturdy hands on my bare shoulders and grabbed the flesh around my hips. Tickling me by running a fingernail down my spine, Dr. Velour complimented me, "good posture."Stood on a scale on the right side of the stage, I measured in at 5 foot 2 and weighed 115 pounds. I jumped when Dr. Velour placed the cold steel of the stethoscope against my bare chest wall to listen to my heartbeat. With a playful, slap on my bare tush, she ordered me up on the table. I felt my fanny with great exaggeration like a chastised child.Placing my feet in the stirrups, Dr. Velour invited the other trainees on stage. "To examine the vulva, the female's external genitalia thoroughly, there is only one way: first remove the pubic hair." Leaning over to address me, Dr. Velour asked my permission, "Is that OK with you, Amy?"I had already decided to co-operate. "I'm willing for the cause of-science, but what do I tell my guy?" I asked in an exaggerated plaintive voice.Momentarily stunned, Dr. Velour hesitated. After a delay, she spoke, "You may tell your guy. `I was lucky," Dr. Velour took a breath, "`I wasn't shaved. My curly mess was trimmed by an experienced person, not a trainee and the hair was vaporized by a gentle cream."Turning to her audience, Dr. Velour discoursed, "In the course of human evolution, hairless bodies with smooth, clear skin signaled good health. Even though women are naturally less hirsute, sexual selection, ie attraction of a mate, may be the female's hidden agenda in her preference for bare pubes. Motivations and preferences are your field, Amy." Dr. Velour threw the question back to me, "Do you have any thoughts?""As far as male donors," I replied, "and female surrogates, the clinic insists that all females participating in our programs as well as male donors be shorn-With the male a clean pubic region assures that the iron jock strap fit snuggly. Also, it makes visual examination of the reproductive organs easier-for signs of infection or injuries.""In the outside world," Dr. Velour lectured, "some women and men remove body hair for aesthetic purposes; others for hygienic purposes; still many others as a matter of arbitrary choice. Soon, each of you will begin depilating the body hair of a patient. However, first you must watch it done. Amy, with your permission, I'm going to depilate your pubic hair." When I deliberately hesitated, Dr. Velour prodded me, "Are you ready?""I hear short skirts are coming back," I replied enthusiastically, "this is free grooming.""First, we comb the pubes for lose hair from the external genitalia, the perineum under the vaginal orifice and the perianal skin around the anus. Pat," Dr. Velour calling the college girl forward, "You're in the milk induction study and regularly are groomed here. Could you show Amy how it's done?" When Pat snatched the fine-toothed comb, Dr. Velour, grasping Pat's hand to guide Pat through the tangled web over my pubic mound, pleasantly reminded her, "gently."Summoned to the stage, Cassie was handed a damp rag and told to clean my pubic region. "This will remove whatever loose hairs and dirt the comb did not pick up." Beth was invited to scissor clip my bush. Beth pleasantly chattered away before she left me with stubble. "Good bedside manner," Dr. Velour complimented Beth, "Now I'll take over and apply the cream."Taking a small jar of cream, "nothing works better than my own special concoction," Dr. Velour assured me. "I'm going to rub the depilatory cream into the inguinal crease, the boundary, often hairy, between the thigh and the pelvis." The sensation was pleasant when she worked the cream into the crease massaging the outer edge of my vaginal lips in the process.When I reacted to her circular motions rubbing the cream in an arc across my mound, by attempting to rear up my butt, struggling against the stirrups, she, in comforting almost hypnotic tones whispered, "Close your eyes. Relax. Breathe easily. Think of yourself somewhere else with your guy, except he's doing it your way."Her voice-or was it some property in the cream-sent me into an altered state. I chose not to fight it. I was vaguely aware that Dr. Velour was addressing the ladies, "While we wait for the depilatory cream did as instructed, we can continue to study the vulva, older texts may call the area between the legs the pudendum. In the center is the vestibule of the vaginal orifice. Superior to the vaginal vestibule is the urinary orifice and the clitoris, the analogue to the male penis, and the seat of much-eh, eh --," she giggled, "mischief."I'm pretty sure she smiled as a gloved finger prodded the clitoris. "Distal to the vaginal," Dr. Velour expounded, "vestibule are the vaginal lips or labia, the fleshy folds that surround the opening the vagina. Hair can grow in the pudendal cleft the crease or crevice between the ridges of the major and minor labia. Let me work some cream there."My heart was palpitating as she worked the crease between the vaginal lips. "The inner lips," Dr. Velour taught, "the labia minora link up superior to the clitoris at the frenulum or prepuce and inferior to the clitoris at the glans clitoris or clitoral hood."I was there, listening to the lecture, but no longer cared anymore. I was hoovering on the edge of an orgasm when Dr. Velour's nimble fingers outlines the folds around the clitoral hood. "Inferior to the vaginal vestibule are the perineum and the anal cavity," Dr. Velour addressed the trainees, "still covered in the depilatory cream."

Fertility clinic nurse explores magic of sex play in study.By thomas_dean. Subscribe & listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Chapter 4: Fun & Games People Play.My tall and muscular husband Jerry, pleasantly bemused, encouraged my studies and offered his body for practice."First, I wash my hands and introduce myself," I went through my checklist, "Good morning Mr.Warbler. I'm Nursing Assistant Amy Warbler. After I release you from chastity, I'm going to conduct a testicular exam, a complete physical inspection of the genitalia, the penis, scrotum, and testicles.""Oh, please do," said Jerry with a smile.I moved his chin to the right and ordered Jerry to put his hands on his head.Passing my written and practical test, with Jerry's help, I found myself in a somewhat more staid, professionalized environment. On duty, I was addressed as Miss Warbler. I wore medical scrubs replete with a name tag that identified me as a Nursing Assistant.Co-opting in the trial run-through for the hands-on portion of the exam, Jerry complained that I should borrow surgical scrubs for more realism in my exam. "There's something to the medical accoutrements, the scrubs, the name tag, and the stethoscope that promote cooperation of the subject."With Jerry's size and strength, I needed all the help the prop of an improvised costume could bring to assure his pliancy.To accommodate Jerry's quest for realism, I wore one of his white shirts, backwards, over a loose, billowy pj bottom. I preferred the short sleeve shirt to tease Jerry with a glimpse at my breasts. Jerry's T-Shirt fit loose enough; I only buttoned the top button to make sure the top flowed with my movement. To Jerry's suggestion that, on duty, I wear a bra or a T-shirt under the scrubs, I reminded him that paying customers give tips."Tips for Tits!" Jerry exclaimed. "You must model this exceptional garment for me. Bring a pair home.""To leave at the end of my shift," I replied, "I have to walk naked from a communal shower along a steel mesh parapet for 100 paces. How can I spirit scrubs out of the clinic?"Still, even after elevation to a demi-professional caste, we had to strip, stow our street clothes in a locker, and walk naked along a catwalk about 100 feet to communal showers. Instead of the 4AM race of the cleaning crew to the showers, we leisurely strolled to the showers. One of the women walked with the man, idly chatting. Next to me walked a cherubic brunette Darrie. "Think of it as short for Darling," she told me."Appropriate name," I replied, "for the angel who releases the male donor from the cock block to release the built-up eh—tension.""Angel Darlin', now that would be a nice name," Darrie chuckled, "the guys call the nurse in the locker the Angel of Mercy. We call her the `Warden.'"In our practice for my hands on exam, Jerry expressed interest in experiencing me in the role of the Angel of Mercy."Not ready to recognize me as your warden," I chided Jerry.Perhaps, Jerry suggested as he stood naked in front of me that I should have obtained permission to borrow a chastity belt for that purpose. "The clinic might have allowed issuance of the belt, but not the electronic notebook. You might find a chastity grows on you. Without the release button on the electronic notebook, you'll find the belt is easier to get into than to get out of."Under the spigot next to me, Darrie, looking around the shower, sighed. "You're new. The only problem with working at the Fertility Clinic is," a silly expression appeared on her face, "it grows on you.""Quite an interesting comment," I replied, "about an institution designed to grow eh, people.""The longer you are here," Darrie smiled, "the more you're bound up in it, the harder it is to leave, and the more you find yourself willing to do."Though there were enough spigots in the shower for us to keep a respectful distance from each other, we tended to congregate within arms' reach of each other. "I'm going to help you-just for the first few customers-In the locker-just to show," Darrie proposed, "you how to handle eh, the ropes." We both giggled together before she asked, "Soap up my back, will you be a luv?"Turning her back to me, Darrie waited for me to apply a washcloth from the short hairs of her neck to her shoulder blades down to her butt. "Are you married, luv?" When I acknowledged, she prodded me, "to a guy?" At my nod, she added, "you'd do well as shower girl, but today you play warden, unlock them on the way in and lock them tight on the way out."At the clothing counter, Darrie recommended that I wear a T-Shirt under the scrubs, "It being your first time, you might not want guys gaping at your swinging tits.""Tits bring Tips," I quipped.In my practice with Jerry, I went through the protocol: "Second, once the subject has disrobed, the subject should present naked standing in front of you. Some prefer to perform the examination kneeling to the side of the patient. Most examiners prefer to stand to conduct an initial appraisal of the subject's general condition.""Hands on your head, Mr.Warbler, if you please, legs apart," I ordered in a cheerful voice."Why do you need to keep an eye on my hands?" Jerry asked. "Does a 90 lb woman facing fear losing control over a naked, sex crazed man recently sprung from chastity?""Interesting choice of words," I replied.When Darrie and I peeked in the male donor's locker, three or four men completely undressed were milling about inside. Darrie pointing out a fair skinned nervous sort criss-crossing his chest with his arms, "Probably, the new guy, Mr.Flesher," she surmised.Naked except for an inverted triangular shaped dome covering their crotches, the men awaited release. Standing at the entrance the male donor's locker, Darrie whispered, "Unexpected things," an evil smile peered on her lips, "especially with new donors can happen when the projectile is unleashed. Never stand directly in the path of an eruption."We both giggled when I quipped, "Interesting concept."Entering the male donor's locker, Darrie barked, "Line up," Darrie pointed to a line down the middle of the room, "Hands on your heads, the one on top of your head you think with, if you expect your schlong to swing."There were some catcalls from the guys lining up. One called out, "Wear a bra if you're afraid I'll cop a feel.""While I keep your schlong locked," Darrie shot back, "fondling my tits in a moment of joy will bring your cock quite a shock.""You just want to smell my pits," screeched another."Just to check, forsooth," Darrie quipped, "underarms remain smooth and clean and not hirsute." Darrie leaned over to give me advice at an audible whisper, "it's good to keep chappies happy by wiggling your tush and acting a little sassy.""Consider this a eh, dress rehearsal. You're suitably naked and I'm in an improvised nurse's costume," I commenced a test-run of the examination. As Jerry stood hands over his head, I announced the next step, "Third," pausing to seize his penis for examination, I continued, "thoroughly inspect the penis frontal and dorsal,-eh all sides for lumps, swellings, ulcers or scars."At my touch, I could feel Jerry's penis begin to pulsate and gel from flaccid to rubbery. I noticed Jerry's lips pursing. I heard my heart pounding in my chest. Breathlessly, in a dreamy voice combining technical book learning with pillow talk, I gushed, "think of the penis as engineering miracle of erectional hydraulics, a natural pump capable of accomplishing a surge of blood flow within seconds. When the penis swells with blood, the pelvic floor muscles launch the penis eh, into ecstasy."Ecstasy? I questioned myself. That's contrary to protocol which impersonalized intimate contact. Putting aside the delicacy of social conventions, I, focusing on the objective, must conduct procedures by the book step-by-step. The heart may beat faster, the temperature may rise, but the purpose of intimate contact is professional. "Physical contact with a female nurse during a delicate examination can produce a natural reaction in a male patient," I reassured Jerry."Priming the pump triggers the launch. I hope so," Jerry replied.Announcing as we swept into the locker room, "Gentlemen prepare to launch your rockets, 10-9 -8-7 ...," Darrie pushed a button on her notepad. The clang of the plastic covers falling to the ground followed. While I collected the fallen shields, Darry declared, "Fun time! Examination of the genitalia."When she reached Mr.Flesher who managed to conceal himself at the end of the line, he was shaking; his fair skin was burnished red. In a soothing voice, Darry assured Flesher, "There's no shame in a natural reaction to physical contact with a female during a genital examination."Hushing the other men, Darrie sent them into the shower, noting, "Go take care of what you came here to do."As the other men filtered out into the shower, Darrie called me over. "Mr.Flesher," she addressed him, maintaining eye contact, "Let me introduce Amy Warbler, our new Nursing Assistant. I need to report to Dr. Velour our boss that Nurse Warbler is fully capable of conducting exams on her own. Can you help me teach our Nurse Warbler the art of an intimate examination? It'll only take a sec. Then you can get hitched to the hitching post for release. That's what you came here for, right?"In practicing with Jerry, I pronounced, "Fourth, inspect the scrotum. Hmm," I interjected, "I get to keep hold of your joystick. Moving the penis out of the way, inspect all sides of the scrotum. Lift the scrotum to check its underside."In the locker, Darrie thanked Mr.Flesher, "Good! My examination will only take a couple more minutes before you're on your way to the hitching post, release and ecstasy."In my dry run with Jerry, I reached the Fifth stage "palpating," I interjected, "that's an inflated medical term for examining by touch, the testicles.""Inflated? That's an interesting word. Sounds like fun," Jerry's laughter went into the falsetto range when I pinched a testicle."With my thumbs and index fingers," I explained, "I roll the testes between the fingers to detect potential abnormalities. Feel along the duct work, the epididymis tube and the duct deferens which deliver the sperm for ejaculation.""Go easy," Jerry's voice ventured into the falsetto range."That wasn't so bad. Your examination is over," I advised Jerry, "You're free to have fun. Thank you for being such a good boy," I patted his tush, "for behaving yourself and cooperating." I turned my back on Jerry to take off my gloves and drop them in the bathroom."Free!" Jerry exclaimed. When I felt his hands gripping me. Lifted off my feet, I felt the pj bottoms slide away. Bent at the waist, I heard Jerry yell "I don't have to be good, no more, but it will be good."In the locker, Darrie concluded Flesher's examination. "Not so bad, was it? You passed your exam with flying colors," Darrie counselled Mr. Flesher, "You're dangling free. Go have fun with it!" As Flesher walked away, Dearie whispered, "never turn your back on a released donor."At home, Jerry exclaimed, "Time for fun." A wild expression cropped on his face. "The pump's been primed, the torrents will flow." I felt the warmth of his body nestle between the half-moons of my ass while his nimble fingers separated my vaginal lips. Then he hesitated."Go ahead. Fuck me." I ordered Jerry. Tease, denial and release, I wondered as I gasped when Jerry penetrated, was that the magic?Chapter 5: Nature of the AttractionIn my senior year in college, I worked several hours in the early morning before classes in a fertility clinic. It was part of my internship toward my degree in Industrial Psychology. In my rotation as a student intern in the clinic, I, through study and practical training, had earned a promotion out of maintenance into the Nursing Department as an assistant.Smart in her white lab coat and dark dress, Dr. Velour introduced the study to three nursing assistant candidates gathered in her office."We start our study with the male body because it is less complex, designed for an important, but momentary role in reproduction," Dr. Velour's word brought a ripple of giggling to the motley group of prospective nursing assistants."This is a business," Dr. Velour expounded, "We have to recruit livestock, groom their bodies, generate interest in purchasers, draw and refine the product and sell it. Initially, our question in dealing with the men, is what makes a man want to `bind his loins' in a cock-blocker, hitch his penis to a machine and discharge his seed into a hitching post? The answer at least initially is curiosity."I chuckled. Ever since I obtained this internship, my husband Jerry has beseeched me to sneak him in to test his equipment. Didn't I put out enough? I lay crunched up like a pretzel, hands bound behind my back with my bra, complaints squelched with panties in my mouth too often to think differently.It was hard to think of Jerry tied docilely to a hitching post at the Clinic to be jerked off. For foreplay, Jerry preferred wrestling me to the ground. Taken by surprise, forced face down, with Jerry strong hands tugging at the waistband of my jeans, I'd spur Jerry on by pleading, "Don't rip my clothes, Jerry. I don't get paid till next week."Was Jerry jealous or afraid my job involved physical contact with other men? No, Jerry was so curious so much so he wanted me to reenact the protocols in sperm extraction."You come to the clinic through different pathways, bringing different experiences to the study. Dr. Velour looked from student to student, "we have Amy, here, a student in Industrial Psychology at the local college. Perhaps with Amy's background in Industrial Psychology, she will develop a clearer idea the motivation of the persons involved in the people involved in the donation process. Amy?""My ugh-experience tells me curiosity is a good hypothesis," I replied. The room filled with chuckling, "Men are always looking for a new spot to anchor their spar in."When the laughter subsided, Dr. Velour pointed out a girl with muscular forearms and legs, "Next, we have Cassie. She's a gymnast who has been working in the gym; Pat," Dr. Velour pointed out a college girl like me, "a participant in our experiment in inducing the mammary glands to produce milk; and Beth," Dr. Velour pointed to a woman in her mid-thirties, "a surrogate.""Regardless of sex, however," Dr. Velour continued, "the brain is the largest sex organ. Oh, the body reacts to physical stimulation and once aroused can control the mind, but the mind creates the expectations in given situations.""Thus, because male body's function in reproduction is limited," Dr. Velour ex

Chapter 5: Tim and Tara share an erotic voyeurism session. By LiminallySpaced. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. After the service, as the mingling began, I was greeted as always by a big smile and a hug from Christine, the pastor's daughter. The smile faded slightly though, and she pushed for us to take our weekly post-church car ride sooner, rather than later. [[MORE]] Agreeing, I headed over to say bye to my step mom Kelly, when I was surprised to see her chatting with Stephanie's parents, Sandy and Don! I hadn't seen them during the service, and I greeted them happily, doing my best not to stare at Sandy's large, mature breasts, presently clothed in a tight, white, top. "We miss you around the house!" Sandy said cheerily. I knew she meant helping out Stephanie, but my mind immediately went to a vision of her, on her knees, sucking a huge cock that didn't belong to her husband. "Yeah, we'll have to have you cat sit when Stephanie's off at school with Alexa," offered Don. Off to school with Alexa. Stephanie passed her test. I smiled. I was happy, but it was bittersweet. I realized that I would be sad when she was gone. I liked hanging out with her. I liked, her. I liked Stephanie. "Oh how rude of me," Kelly said, turning attention to another person in their small conversation circle. My gaze clicked over to the man standing next to Don. My eyes went wide. "Brian, this is my step-son Tim, Tim, this is Brian." "Great to meet you, Tim," the man said, extending out his hand. A hand I had seen before, gently cupping Sandy's face as she stroked his cum into her mouth. It was the mystery third man. A man named Brian. "Nice to meet you as well," I choked out. "The four of us are going out for lunch, so I'll see you when you get home?" Kelly offered. Was this a double date? Were they trying to set my step-mom up with Brian, the guy with the big cock who covered Sandy in jizz while Don videoed it? Kelly hadn't been on a single date in the years since my dad died, so maybe it would do her some good to meet someone new, but at the same time, what was she getting into? I said my goodbyes, and caught up with Christine. We headed off in my car. We got french fries. We talked casually about nothing in particular, and it wasn't until the second round of fries that we got into the heart of what was bothering her. "So I did it," she finally said, stirring a fry mindlessly in her cup of ketchup, "I broke up with Eric." "Oh wow," I said, in legitimate disbelief. Christine and Eric had been attached at the hip for as long as I could remember, but the pressure of being the pastor's daughter with the atheist boyfriend, and the teenage hormones constantly tempting her with sins of the flesh, seemed to have been too much. She decided to tread the more Godly path, I guess. "It just made sense. We're going to different schools, we want different things, I want different things,” her eyes drifted off to a far away place. “ it's just better to make a clean break now." "I'm really sorry to hear that," I said, and it was honestly the truth. She had made a hard decision, one that was a drastic life change for an eighteen year old. But even still, the timing seemed odd. "What about the prom? Are you guys still going together?" "No, we decided something like that would be too, difficult for us,” she mused. Her eyes drifted off again, and the tip of her tongue rolled slowly around her soda straw. My cock twitched. "It's funny, I'm actually going to be going to YouR prom," she suddenly said, snapping back to reality, "I'm friends with Bobby Dorf, and he didn't have a date yet, so I'm going to his, and he's going to mine." Things suddenly started to make sense. Bobby Dorf was a nice enough guy, an honors student with a good G P A, and he was also a pretty strict Christian himself. Never drank, never did drugs, never saw him with a girl, Christine had picked the safest person imaginable to go to the prom with; someone who under no circumstances would light the repressed fire of lust inside her the way Eric did. She knew that with Bobby, the only time she'd spend on her knees would be praying, whereas with Eric there's a good chance she'd be on her knees praying for him to fuck her harder. "That makes sense to me,” I said. Bobby had hit the jackpot, getting a girl as gorgeous as Christine to go to prom with him. Any other guy would have been dying to spend some alone time with a girl like her, but I honestly couldn't picture Bobby and Christine doing much more than sitting quietly playing a board game or something. "I'm sure you'll still have fun." I found her inner conflict interesting, and her self control admirable. Now, more than ever, I wanted to know to what extent she had been willing to push her boundaries, what caveats she was willing to place on her chastity. Heading back from the bathroom, I looked over at her leaning on the hood of my car, setting sun casting her with a bright glow. I looked at this gorgeous girl with long brown hair who wore an oversized sweatshirt that hid her curves, but also jean short-shorts that accented her toned ass and showed off her fit legs to the world. The preacher's daughter who wanted to follow in the footsteps of the Lord, but who also clearly wanted to fuck. I chuckled. Whoever the guy was who got her to reconcile those two warring halves would truly be a lucky man. I dropped Christine off and then headed home. Waiting for me at the door was Tara; we hadn't spoken since before Rachel's prom, and she was dying for details. "You're late!" she bellowed. "Sorry, sorry, I had to drop off Christine," I apologized. Her face scrunched into a ponderous mug. "Is she the church girl? I mean the OTHER church girl?" She asked as we walked into my apartment. "Yeah, her dad's the pastor," I said, looking around for any sign of Kelly,” She broke up with her boyfriend. I think it's because she really wants to fuck him, and is afraid she can't help herself anymore." "Ooh, religious sexual repression; very kinky, I love it." "Kelly?" I yelled, pausing, waiting for an answer that didn't come. "She must still be out with Sandy and Don," I said, shrugging it off, specifically leaving out, or maybe willfully ignoring, the Brian factor. Gotta say, though, that was a long lunch. "Maybe she's upstairs with a throat-full of Don's cock while Sandy records it!" Tara said, leaning her ass on the kitchen table, a mischievous smile on her face. "Ha! No way, not Kelly, she doesn't even like to watch H B O because there's too much sex," I said, chuckling in a deflective manner. "Well you as well as anyone should know that even the quiet ones want to get fa-ree-kay,” she said with a little shimmy. I knew she was talking about Christine, but between Christine, Sandy, and Rachel, I couldn't exactly say she was wrong. Still, I knew Kelly, and videotaped three way sex was not her bag. , I think. God, Tara looked good tonight. Dark eyeliner on point, accented by black lipstick, a tight, low-cut, white tank top clung to a black push up bra that hoisted her perfect tits. A long necklace dangled a series of interconnected rings into her cleavage. It was the weather for it, and she too wore short, cropped denim shorts that wrapped lovingly around her ass. Her bare legs, crossed over each other as she lounged, ran down to low top canvas sneakers. After my massive fuck up with Stephanie, Tara and I had decided we would go to the prom as friends, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't looking forward to seeing her in her dress, to holding her close as we danced. We ordered a pizza, and went up to my room. Tara teased me upon entering, making me stay quiet while she listened closely for any orgasmic sounds trickling down from Stephanie's second floor bedroom. She apologized after she saw my mood drop. "Not funny, Tara," I flatly intoned. She sat on my bed, leaning her back up against my headboard, her body settling into an admittedly sensual S-shape. "I know, I know," she protested, "but anyway, forget about all that, I've got a question for you." Reaching into her big bag she pulled out a six pack of beer, popped one open, and with that flirty smile of hers asked me “ truth or dare, Miller?" I knew what she wanted, and I made her work for it. Honestly, I think she was into it. She worked it out of me piece by piece, only getting to the good stuff after an exchange that told her that we didn't make out, didn't have sex, and I didn't go down on her. She didn't even seem to notice that I wasn't asking any questions of her in return. I was saving that one. Once we got to the heart of the matter, she wanted every detail, and I do mean EVERY detail. How big Rachel's tits were, whether she was shaved or not, how I made her cum, how she made me cum, the works. As I described the final moments leading up to my orgasm, her mouth was slack, and her fingers nervously twirled the end of her necklace around and around. Her curvy thighs were tight together, and I could even sense her breathing getting shallow as I recounted how my cum shot up onto Rachel's jiggling tits, and then flowed down over her fingers. There was a long pause while Tara took it all in. It felt good to be the one with the sexy story for once. Finally she straightened up, and took a big swing from her beer. I could see her hard nipples through her shirt. "Holy shit, Miller, that is wild," She said as she started to clap, "well done, sir, well done!" I blushed a bit, some embarrassment setting in, but then, as Tara settled back down, I played my card. "Truth or dare, Tara," I said, looking directly at her. "Truth, dare, I don't care, whatever you want after that!" She laughed, her firm tits shimmying slightly. My time with Rachel had been amazing, but there was something stupid that still weighed on my mind, something that only a horned-up teenager like me would focus on. I paused, second guessing my question, but then realized she and I were well past any boundaries of personal privacy or good taste, so, looking in her eyes I asked “ do you like cum?" She paused, and considered my question. "Do I Like cum?" She repeated, that wry smile forming on her lips as she looked away, herself slightly embarrassed now. "Yeah," I followed up, "after I came, the mood really changed, and Rachel got kind of cold, and she said 'Ew, gross' and wiped it all off her as soon as she could. Honestly, it made me feel kind of shitty. I've been thinking about 'ew, gross' all day." "Well," she said, breathing in, readying herself for a long explanation, "I mean yeah, it is gross, but like, everything about sex is gross, just like everything about sex is hot as fuck," she said looking back at me now, "like, I think cum is really fun. It's like the fireworks that go off and tell you you did a good job." She chuckled and started twirling her necklace again as she continued. "I mean MAKING a guy cum is always great, but you're not asking that, are you?" she said, cocking her head to the side. "No," I practically whispered, the gaze from her smokey eyes sending a shock through me. "You're asking me if I like cum itself" she said, running her tongue over her bottom lip. I nodded. I didn't even realize it, but I was rock hard. "Well with most guys, it's just, the reward, if you will, and I can take it or leave it once it's done shooting out, " I watched her intently as her eyes looked directly into mine “ but with some guys, with the right guys, there's nothing better. It's literal liquid pleasure that you're pulling out of them, and with the right guy, well there's nothing on this earth that's hotter than seeing that geyser shoot out, or feeling it on your skin, or tasting it." I tried to look away, but our eyes were locked together. "So yeah," she said languidly after a pause, "I guess you could say I think cum is, fantastic." The room was silent for what felt like ages, until I finally snapped out of the mutual trance we both seemed to be in. I was rock hard, and needed to cool myself down. "Well, that uh, "I stumbled out, awkwardly turning as I got off the bed in an attempt to hide the pipe in my pants, "that's good to know then, great." I shuffled off out of the room and into the bathroom, my heart a piston in my chest. Splashing water on my face in the dark bathroom, I begged desperately for my cock to go down, but nothing seemed to work, I just couldn't' calm down. My attention was suddenly caught by a faint light from outside the bathroom window. A light coming from next door. I went over to the slatted blinds and looked out toward the source; right into the bedroom of my next door neighbor Sarah. At first there was nothing, only an empty room, but I gasped as Sarah walked "into frame," as it were. Her hair was wet, and a towel was wrapped around her body from the armpits down; she had clearly just come out of the shower. Sitting down on her bed, her profile in view, she began to brush her long, wet hair. It was at that moment I realized I had forgotten to close the bathroom door. "What're you looking at, Tim?" Tara's soft voice asked from behind. I turned, and tried to make a quick excuse but nothing came out. She glided in, an inquisitive look on her face, and joined me at the window. "Oh my God, it's her!" she quietly exclaimed. Tara knew of my crush, and she knew of my secret portal into Sarah's bedroom, and she was excited to be witness to the voyeurism. "Wow, she's got a great body," an impressed Tara said as Sarah started to lotion her freshly washed legs. The bar in my pants had not gotten any softer. "Maybe we shouldn't; " I started to object, but was hushed quickly as Tara zeroed in on movement coming from Sarah's room. "shhh-shhh-look; I think she's talking to someone!" I looked back over and sure enough she seemed to be addressing someone as yet a mystery to us. My heart stopped. Could it be Stephanie? Whoever it was, that twinge of ridiculous ownership bubbled up slightly, but was swept away as I felt Tara grasp my wrist. "Oh my God," she said, squeezing me tightly. We both looked, our eyes glued to Sarah's window, as the other person entered. It was a young man, not much older than us, naked from the waist up, a matching towel wrapped around his hips and legs. Stocky, but not unfit, the mystery guy stepped in close to Sarah as she finished running her lotioned hands over her smooth legs. They smiled knowing smiles at each other as they talked, eyes locked on each other. Then Sarah's hands reached out, and lightly grasped the towel around his waist. "Oh my God," I echoed, my lust and jealousy colliding on the surface of my brain as Sarah, still smiling, gently pulled off the mystery guy's towel, revealing his thick, hard cock. "That is a nice cock," Tara said, dumbfounded. It wasn't remarkable in length, but it had a thickness to it that made Tara's legs shift a bit. Mystery guy reached down with one hand and gave it a single stroke before briefly cradling the big, full balls it came with. I heard a faint moan of approval come from Tara. Sarah, still in her towel, then reached forward, wrapped her hands around his straining cock and started slowly stroking him. Still smiling, they talked to each other still as she deliberately pumped his cock. My mind whirled with thoughts of what they might be talking about. What dirty things they might threaten to do to each other. We both held our breath now, watching in rapt attention at the private, erotic display we had stumbled on to. Mystery guy stepped even closer to her (or did she pull him), so that the bulbous head of his cock was centimeters away from the top lip of her towel, and then, with her eyebrow cocked, and one final inaudible word passing between them, Sarah lowered her head and took the tip of his hard cock into her mouth. Tara and I both gasped. She squeezed my wrist harder. Here I was, with one of my best friends, spying on the girl of my dreams as she gave this mystery man slow, sensual head. My cock was hard, and I desperately wanted to give it relief, but I couldn't; not with Tara right there, could I? Both their eyes closed now, enjoying the moment, Sarah's hands continued to work his shaft while her beautiful lips and wet mouth suckled, kissed, and tongued his tip. Lost in his own pleasure, the mystery guy placed one hand on Sarah's head, and instinctively began thrusting his hips. Despite this seemingly dominant act, it never appeared as though Sarah was out of control, and she kept the pace slow and rhythmic. Then, as a second hand was placed on her head, Sarah popped her lips off his cock, and released both her hands. "That was so hot," Tara said, shaking her head in disbelief, "I bet he was just about to cum, that's why she stopped. That girl is good." "Yeah," was all I could muster, as my hand reached down to readjust my painful erection. Tara's eyes quickly flicked down to catch my movement. A big smile back on her face, Sarah leaned back seductively on her elbows, opening and closing her legs playfully as mystery man slowly pumped his thick, glistening cock. Then, with her hands making a sexy show of it, she slid her hands up to the knot in her towel, undid it, and opened the folds wide, unveiling to my eyes two of the most fantastic tits I've ever seen. Tits I've wanted to see for years. Large, pale, freckled tits that did not disappoint. "Jesus, what a damn body," Tara said again, as we both stared at the exposed physique of our fellow classmate. Her stomach was flat and tight, her hips flared out seductively, the low light of the bedroom sculpting shadows over her curves and muscles. Giving two more languid pumps of his cock while he too stared at the work of art before him, mystery guy then kneeled down before her, as if to pray to her sacred altar. He ran his hands over her body and spread her legs. Sarah bit her lip and giggled, as he lifted each one of her strong thighs over his shoulders and leaned himself forward. Her eyes closed, and her head lolled back as his tongue began work on her cunt. As we watched Sarah get eaten out by this mystery guy, I noticed Tara was also in need of some adjustments in her pants as well. Her ass was shimmying slightly, her thighs rubbing together, and her thumb impatiently strumming the button on her shorts. My own pants were incredibly tight now, and my hand squeezed and released, squeezed and released around my captured cock. Tara looked at me, and I looked back, but no words were said, just wide eyes in disbelief and pent up sexual frustration. With no games, no birthday presents to act as pretext, our teenage awkwardness took center stage and made sure we stayed repressed. Turning our attention back to the lewd display we were encroaching on, we saw mystery guy stand up quickly, both he and Sarah breathing heavy, drunk with lust. He pumped his cock faster now as he crawled on to the bed with his knees as Sarah shimmied backward. Leaning his body over hers, their mouths met in a passionate kiss, and her legs wrapped around his torso. "Oh fuck," Tara said as we both recognized what was coming next: reaching down with his hand, mystery guy positioned his thick cock against the wet opening of Sarah's cunt and with one, slow, firm thrust, slid himself all the way inside her. "Oh fuck," Tara said again in disbelief, "the whole thing; she took the whole thing!" I just watched in dumb silence as the mystery guy began passionately fucking the girl of my dreams. Her chin was tucked down, her legs gripped him tight, and her whole body shifted with each rhythmic thrust. I fantasized about being the one between her legs, imagining it was me who was making her gorgeous face scrunch and grimace at the pleasure of being stretched wide. I was so caught up in the spectacle before me that I didn't even realize how blatantly I was squeezing and rubbing my hard cock through my pants, until Tara's voice broke my trance. "Tim," she said softly. I turned toward her. There was a lusty look of need in her eyes, the tip of her tongue running back and forth over her painted lips. I looked down; she had one hand tucked tightly between her clenched thighs. "Do it," she said, a dry gulp following her words, "just do it." I nodded faintly, and began unbuttoning my pants. Tara began to do the same, and I freed my hard cock to the cool air just as Tara snaked one hand down into her open pants, between her legs, and started frantically fingering her drenched cunt. Grasping my aching cock in my hand, I began stroking it at an equally wanton pace. We both masturbated with abandon as Sarah writhed in pleasure on mystery guy's pistoning cock. Grabbing her thigh, he pulled out, Sarah's hot love juice dripping from his proud penis. Flipping her over onto her hands and knees, he grabbed her ass and pulled her back toward him. She gave a lusty look over her shoulder as he lined up once again, and then her mouth hung open in a silent moan as he slipped back into her wet cunt from behind. Tara started moaning now as she rubbed her clit, both of us watching in awe as mystery guy fucked Sarah hard from behind. We could see his thick cock clearly on each outstroke, and Tara couldn't help but comment on how hot it looked watching his cock go into her. Our breaths grew ragged. I pumped my cock, wishing it was Sarah's tight cunt, not my hand that was stroking me, the voyeurism of it all making my cock surge even harder. Clearly I had learned nothing from the Stephanie incident. I looked over at Tara. Equally as erotic as watching Sarah take that thick cock was watching Tara finger herself toward orgasm. Her tits shook like jello in her push up bra, and her body began shaking as she got closer and closer. I looked back at Sarah. She hung her head down as mystery guy penetrated her willing cunt. Suddenly her body began to shake, and I knew she was cumming. Unable to hold herself up anymore, she dropped her face down to the bed, her back curved in an exquisite severe arch that accented her wonderful ass. An ass gripped tight by his hands as he drove his cock into her spasming cunt. Sarah's orgasm must have been too much for mystery guy to take, because he quickly pulled his cock from her trembling body, thrust it up over her ass like a boat cresting a wave, and hunched over as hot cum spurt from its tip. Two, three, four pulses, dropping hot ropes down Sarah's arched back. I gasped as this sight brought me right up to the edge, and then I heard a long groan come from Tara. She slapped her hand hard down on the window sill, hung her head, and then threw it back with a big arch as she came. She was vibrating, her eyes clenched shut, her mouth open wide; it was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. The coil inside me snapped. I quickly grabbed some tissues, and tried in vain to contain the blast as my balls clenched, and started firing hot semen out of my throbbing cock. Hearing the throws of my ejaculation, Tara opened her eyes, and looked at me. I stared into those dark, lusty eyes as we both pulsed our way through intense orgasms. Her breath was hot and heavy, her tits rising quick and falling hard. Her eyes clicked down to my cock, and she watched as the last throbs of hot joy ebbed its way out of my tip. She moaned. I finished my jerking, and collapsed onto the nearest sturdy surface, trying to regain my breath. Tara did the same, her pants still splayed open and unzipped. We looked at each other, and instantly our panting breaths stopped as we started to realize what just happened. No words passed between us for a moment, just mutual bewilderment. We were two good friends, but I felt like we had just crossed some new threshold. Sure things had gotten blurry when I jerked off for her at her birthday party, but that was more innocent curiosity than anything. This, on the other hand, was two people who, despite never touching each other, had just shared a raw moment of intimate lust. This was different. Finally, as if on cue, we both burst out laughing. "Holy shit, what just happened?" Tara giggled, pressing her palm to her head in disbelief. "I don't know but, damn," I responded, equally flummoxed. "That was so fucking Hot," she exclaimed, making no attempt to straighten herself up, "and Sarah, Jesus, that girl is, who knew she could take a dick like that? I can see why you like her so much!" She laughed again. I chuckled with her, and I thought back to what had just transpired. Secretly watching the girl I crushed on take a proper dicking was dirty, sexy, and sent my hormonal teenage brain into the stratosphere, and yet, it wasn't Sarah who made me cum. Just like that night after her birthday, it was Tara who put me over the edge, Tara who had finished me off. All without ever even touching me. "Well, I should get going," Tara said as she buttoned her pants and tried to make herself look presentable. "Yeah, Kelly will probably be home any minute, and this would be very hard to explain," I added, packing away my still-sticky gear. "That was really fucking wrong, but also really fucking fun," she said, and took a step toward me. Right in front of me now, she placed her hand on my shoulder, then ran it up toward the base of my neck. My hand instinctively met her at the flare of her hip. I had never touched her like that before. "You sure know how to show a girl a good time, Miller." Then, just like that, the moment was over, and Tara was on her way out the door. "I'm really looking forward to the prom," she cast off, as I walked her out, taking one look back at me. She gave me that wry smile again, flashed her fingers in a goodbye wave, and headed off. Going back up to the bathroom to make sure everything was in order, I played over the events in my mind. I took a final glance out the window toward Sarah's room, but it was dark now. I relaxed onto my bed, collecting my thoughts. I hadn't been before, but after tonight, I too was looking forward to the prom. Something was telling me that Tara and I were going to have a really great time together. Body and mind still abuzz, I fell into a peaceful sleep. The week passed quickly, and though we never brought up what happened, there was an unspoken electricity between Tara and I any time we talked. It was new and exciting, and a total mystery to what it meant for us as friends, and more importantly to what it meant to us as prom dates. Thursday rolled around, the day before the prom, and I was all smiles as I went to pick up my tuxedo. Getting into my car my mind wandered toward the evening ahead. I wondered what kind of dress Tara would be wearing. I wondered what she might be wearing under it. Snapping me out of my day dream at that moment was my phone; it buzzed with a text message alert. "What time is the limo picking us up?" It read. It was from Stephanie. Chapter 6: It's prom night, and Tim has two dates! "What time is the limo picking us up?" I read again. My stomach dropped. It had been multiple weeks since I had fucked things up with Stephanie, and in that time I had neither seen nor heard from her. She had agreed to be my prom date if I helped her pass her college placement test, but with the radio silence after what happened between us I had no reason to believe she would follow through on her end of the bet. More importantly, I already had a replacement date! My best female friend Tara lost her date as well, so we decided to be each other's dates. No problem, everything worked out fine. We were two friends just having each others' backs. There was no way in hell I could in good conscience leave Tara high and dry. Especially now, after what happened the other night. Tara and I shared an extremely erotic moment. She and I masturbated to orgasm in full view of each other as we secretly watched Sarah, the girl next door and my longtime crush, get fucked in her bedroom by some mystery man. It was like nothing we had ever experienced together, and made the prospects of our upcoming prom date much, much more interesting. I definitely wanted to go to the prom with her. But at the same time, I had recently discovered that I had some feelings for Stephanie, although I wasn't exactly sure what they meant. She had long been the older girl who teased and tormented me, but spending time with her, helping her study, had brought us closer together. I got to know her, and only after I fucked things up with her did I realize that I actually enjoyed her company. I definitely wanted to go to the prom with her, if only to patch things up. But it was the night before the prom. If I backed out on Tara now, she'd have no chance to find a date, and that would be extremely unfair. "I think we should talk," I finally typed back to her. "We can talk tomorrow," she responded. "I don't want you to feel like you have to go," I sent back, making no mention of my date with Tara. Why didn't I mention my date with Tara? "I always hold up my side of the bargain," she replied, then followed up with "besides, I already have my dress," punctuated with a winking emoji. A mirror selfie of Stephanie in her dress suddenly appeared on my phone. My cock twitched. "5 pm" I wrote back What the fuck was I doing? Arriving back home from picking up my tux, my step mom Kelly could instantly tell something was plaguing me. I told her the whole situation, conveniently leaving out my burgeoning feelings for Stephanie, as well as the fact that Tara and I had orgasmed together peeping on the girl next door. She agreed I was in quite the pickle. "Have you told Tara yet?" She inquired. "No, it all just happened. I have no idea what to even say to her," I bemoaned. "Well," Kelly said, pausing to think, "I think you should be honest with her. You know, it's funny, something similar happened to me one time," she said, a slight giggle to her voice. "Oh yeah?" "Yeah, it was actually the night I met Sandy and Don. It was in college, and there was this big formal dance, and my boyfriend and I had just broken up that day, so I was totally stranded for the dance. Sandy was a girl who lived on my floor, and she had found me crying, and she said why not go to the dance with her and her boyfriend? I agreed, and that night Don got to stroll in with two women on his arm, and I gained two lifelong friends." she smiled as she reveled in the nostalgia. "Not a bad deal, if you ask me!" Encouraged by this heartwarming story, I decided to tell Tara the truth, and then to just try and make it work. I hadn't totally considered that this was an entirely different situation with entirely different dynamics at play though; I was too busy telling myself everything was going to be fine. I was also distracted at the lingering wonder of what Sandy must have looked like in college. I would jerk off later that night thinking about her large, womanly breasts sitting even higher and more pert than they did today, and wonder if she was as big a freak in college as she was as a housewife. The eventual phone call with Tara did not go as well as I hoped. "So I'm going to the prom alone?" Tara said, incredulously. "No, not at all, you're still going with me!" I said, obtusely. "But you're going with Stephanie now, right?" "I mean yeah, but; " "So that means I'm going alone." "No, no, I'm going with Stephanie, but I'm ALSO going with you!" I exclaimed. There was a long silence on her end. She did not match my enthusiasm. "Listen, Tara, I royally fucked up with Stephanie, and I really want to try and make things right. I'm sorry this puts you in a tough spot, but I don't see why it has to be anything other than a fun night for all three of us!" I said, selling harder than a used car dealer. Another silence. "Is this really what you want, Miller?" She finally said in a low, almost pained tone "I think it's the best option, and a win for both of us." I said plainly. Another silence. "Tara?" I said, wondering if she was still on the line. I heard a long intake of breath. "Ok, I guess I'll see you tomorrow at five. Goodnight, Tim." she said, a slight crack in her voice. The line went dead before I could say goodnight myself. "Crisis averted" I thought to myself, feeling like the smartest guy in the world. But unfortunately, it has been proven time and time again, that horned up teenagers can be pretty fucking dumb sometimes. The others had already begun to arrive as I finished up getting ready. My tie was a brilliant shade of blue that I thought really made the whole look come together. I straightened it, and after a final once over in the mirror, I headed outside to wait for the limo, prepared for the onslaught of pictures about to be taken. Meeting me outside were Mike and his girlfriend Kerri, Matt and his girlfriend Luisa, Anthony and his date Kristin, Ross and his date Julia. They were all good friends of mine, but I had been seeing them less and less as they had been exploring the exclusivity of romantic relationships, something I had yet to experience. I looked over at Sarah's house, wondering if she had left yet. Even with two very real women to accompany me tonight, I still looked forward to seeing her. Seeing her at her most raw the week before had only strengthened my crush on her. She was a fully-formed sexual being now, not just a flicker of a fantasy. Her freckled face, scrunched up in the throws of orgasm flashed across my mind. My cock twitched. "So what's the deal, big guy," Mike inquired, snapping me back to reality, "too much longer and Mr. 'I've got two dates for the prom' is gonna be Mr. 'all by himself' at the prom." He was right. Neither girl had arrived yet, and for the first time I considered that there was a solid chance neither one would. Stephanie was a legendary tease when it came to me, and Tara, well Tara didn't exactly seem thrilled with the arrangement. My stomach fluttered a bit. "You've got two dates? Ross exclaimed, joining the conversation. "Yeah, Tara, and Stephanie from upstairs," I said. "Long story." "Do they know about this, or is it going to be a sitcom scenario tonight?" Ross teased. "Yeah of course they know; " I started, catching myself as I realized something crucial: I hadn't ever actually told Stephanie this was happening. After my call with Tara, I had been so preoccupied with stroking my cock to the image Sandy on her knees in a dorm room titfucking Don's thick cock that I completely forgot to tell Stephanie the deal. My stomach dropped again. At that moment, I heard the front door swing open, followed by a short, sharp "oh wow" from Mike. I turned toward the commotion, and there, at the top of the short stairway stood Stephanie. I thought back to when she and I had made our bet. She agreed, accompanied by a singular boast that she would "wear something so hot there wouldn't be a soft cock in the entire class." I next thought back to what she texted me last night: that she always holds up her side of the bargain. Looking at Stephanie now, I could see she told the truth. Descending the stairs was no less than a goddess. Blonde hair done up to perfection, eye makeup dark and smokey, lips painted a muted red, she wore a black, backless dress that hugged every curve and held on for dear life. Connecting at a point on the back of her neck, the front draped tastefully tight down over her full breasts, split in a deep, alluring V that ran down almost to her navel. Her long neck and the swooping curve of her collarbone were on display. The cut and style of her dress made it absolutely clear she was not wearing a bra. The long gown flowed down loose to the ground from her waist. Each step produced a glimpse of her long, shining, athlete's legs, as the side featured a slit that ran almost all the way up to her hip. On her feet she wore black stiletto heels with intertwining straps that grasped their way across her feet and around her ankles. Completing the look were long, black gloves that ran up past her elbow. Stephanie glided past a line of slack jaws, male and female, stopping just in front of me. She looked at me hard, her big, blue eyes accented by the exquisite eye makeup. I don't know if I had realized her eyes were blue before. "You look, uh, you look,” I stammered. She cocked an eyebrow and just said "I told you so," followed by a knowing smirk. "Now, don't you have a corsage for your prom date, Timmy?" she said, holding up her bare wrist. "Listen, Stephanie, I,” I started, mouth losing all moisture, but that was all I could get out before a car pulled up in front of the house. The passenger side door opened revealing an ankle-high boot at the bottom of a leg clad in fishnet stockings. A long dress made of big, red ruffles shuffled around it as Tara stepped out of the car. Short black hair newly cut and styled, brown eyes framed by sharp mascara. A choker around her neck led the eye to her exposed shoulders, and down to the tight corset top with ruffles that hoisted her perfect breasts into drool-worthy cleavage. It had the vibe of a high-class old western show girl, and Goddamn she looked fantastic, but it was her lipstick that gave me pause. A brilliant shade of blue painted across full lips. It matched my tie. Her lipstick matched my tie. I looked at Stephanie. The hard stare was back, this time directed at Tara. "After what happened between us," I began, "I just assumed you didn't' want anything to do with me, and Tara had just lost her date, so we decided to go together." Her stare remained on Tara, who was greeting some of the others on the lawn. "Once I heard from you I didn't know what to do, so Tara and I decided you would BOTH be my date, and I just totally forgot to tell you," I fumbled out again, leaving out the part that I was too busy busting a nut to the thought of her mom, in college, swallowing her dad's cum. Stephanie paused, a deep breath rising her smooth chest, straining her full breasts against the dress fabric. "And Tara's ok with this?" She finally said, looking back at me now. "I am," came Tara's voice dryly from beside us. We both turned toward her. "You look great, Tara," I managed to ooze out. "Thanks," she said, cracking a brief smile, "but let's get one thing straight; we are noT both YouR dates, You are both Our date." Turning back to me, Stephanie let an amused smile curl onto her lips. She paused, squinted at me like she was studying a science experiment, then finally said "Like I said, I always fulfill my part of the bargain, so works for me if it works for you." I exhaled, feeling as though I had been holding my breath for hours. "Great, great, that's just great," I said as I looked over to see the arriving limo, "let's get going, huh?" After the requisite photos were finished up, we all started to pile into the limo. I was about to duck in when I felt a hand on my wrist, stopping me. "You and I have things to talk about later," Stephanie said in a tone just short of menacing. She then slipped past me and ducked her way into the limo before me. I took one last look back at Kelly for some sort of moral support, but she was too busy laughing and talking with Sandy, Don, and a newly-arrived Brian. Kelly hadn't said anything about going out tonight, I wondered if Brian was there to see her, or to see Sandy and Don. The ride to the prom was fun. All of us joked around like the friends we were, passing around a smuggled flask of hard alcohol. Tara lightened up once the laughing started, and more than one time grabbed my leg and leaned into me as she giggled. I couldn't help but take in the sight of her perfect breasts bouncing as she laughed. Stephanie didn't try to force herself into any of the conversations, but she was pleasant, and maintained a sexy aloofness, definitely playing into her role of the "hot older girl." Leaning over to me, she whispered into my ear, "Mike and Kerri, are they going out?" I looked over at the big, burly Mike, sat next to the much more diminutive Kerri. Her hand never left his leg the whole ride. "Yeah," I whispered back "Umm," Stephanie sighed, before adding "I wonder what it looks like when they fuck." I stiffened up. I had known from Mike that they hadn't yet made it past "hand stuff," but that didn't prevent my mind from conjuring up the lewd image of the bigger Mike thrusting into Kerri from behind, his hands gripping her generous ass tight. "They um, haven't yet," I managed to squeak out. "I see," she said. Sensing my discomfort, Stephanie softly chuckled. She was going to make this a long night, I knew it. I looked over at Tara. Her lips grew tight and she bounced her eyebrows as she met my gaze, and then directed her attention back to the conversation at hand. We arrived at our venue, which, unimaginatively, was our high school gymnasium. Don't get me wrong, it looked great, and was impeccably decorated, but it was still the same gym we had frequented for the past four years. The parking lot of the school was a sea of limos, and ours joined them after dropping us off at the door. Lining up for pictures, Stephanie chose to opt out, saying it'd be better if I took my photo with Tara. Tara thanked her, and there seemed to be a legitimate moment of kindness between them. Stephanie stood over by the entryway while we waited our turn at the photo stand. "I can't believe you didn't tell her what was going on," Tara said as we waited. "I know, I'm a moron, I just straight up forgot," I said. My eyes watched Stephanie as she lounged by the entryway. One of the chaperones, Mr. Ridley the gym teacher, made his way over to her and began chatting her up. He was a younger guy, and had a bit of a reputation, and clearly wasn't going to pass up the chance to address a gorgeous, lonely mystery girl like Stephanie. "So what's this going to look like tonight?" Tara asked, "am I going to get to dance with you, or are you going to be lap-dogging Stephanie all night?" "Huh? What're you talking about?" I asked, not taking my eyes off Stephanie. She looked over and caught my eye. Smiling, she became much more animated while talking to Mr. Ridley, dare I say flirtatious. My blood started to rise as I thought about her going home with a hound like Ridley. Tara saw where my focus was placed, and just laughed. "Nothing, nothing at all," she said, "let's take some pictures. Full Swing Finishing up with the formalities, the prom was in full swing now. I knew Stephanie didn't know anyone here, and I remembered how I felt at Rachel's prom, so I did my best to make sure she had a good time. Tara was a social butterfly who knew everyone there, so I figured she could take care of herself. Looking around, I found Christine, and we greeted each other in a big hug. I introduced her to Stephanie, who was very cordial in return. Christine had on a gorgeous, but modest, yellow dress that left her well-covered, showing very little skin. Pairing up with the ultra religious Bobby Dorf had seemingly suppressed her inner carnal conflict, at least for now. They danced very chastely, swaying and shimmying to a respectable degree on the fast songs, and making sure to save some room for the Lord on the slow ones. I noticed a time or two where Christine tried to pull in close for a more romantic dance, but Bobby was quick to create distance every time. In those moments I could sense the sexual frustration she had inside, and my mind wandered as I thought about what she might do to relieve it. Getting Stephanie onto the dance floor, she continued to hold up her end of the bargain by dancing in the most erotic way possible. Running her hands up and down her tight body, swerving her hips back and forth like a sexy snake, backing her ass into me and grinding it on my poor, defenseless cock. I knew it was all for show, but the cavalcade of high fives and thumbs up I got through the evening made it all worth it. After a particularly energetic number, as the next song slowed down to a more intimate tempo, Stephanie leaned close to my ear and said "after this song, meet me in the limo; it's time to talk." I watched as she glided away towards the exit, her ass swaying seductively as she moved. More than one head turned to watch her as she went. I felt a tap on my shoulder. Turning around, I looked down at Tara's smiling face. "Wanna dance?" She said, brushing a long strand of spiky black hair off her forehead. I held out my hand, she took it, and we pulled each other close for a slow dance. "She's Putting on a real show, huh? We should find her a pole."" Tara said with a timid chuckle as we rocked. "Yeah she definitely went all out," I chuckled back. "So did you guys talk yet?" "No, she wants me to meet her in the limo after this song. I'm sure she's gonna read me the riot act." I felt Tara draw me closer. The bones of her corset pressed against my stomach, and her lovely cleavage pushed up even further against my chest. We swayed there in silence for a moment. "What if I asked you not to go?" Tara finally said. "I have to," I said, shaking my head, "I have to apologize to her and try to make things right." "Well what if I want to talk to you too,” she said, trying to drive home a point with her eyes that I was completely ignorant of, “ about the other night?" "Yeah, we should talk about that," I said softly, my mind thinking back to our voyeuristic, tandem eruption, "but we can talk about that later once I cool things off with Stephanie, I promise." The song started to fade out, and I began to get antsy. "Well then who am I going to dance with, tonight?" She said, not letting go. My nerves were rising now, anticipating my talk with Stephanie. I was anxious to head out to the limo, and let me tell you, friends, my anxiety did not express itself in the most positive manner. "I mean pick whoever you want!" I exclaimed, "You know everyone here wants to fuck you, and you've probably fucked half of them already anyway, so the world's your oyster; no need to wait for me!" As stupid as it sounds, I'm being totally honest when I said I meant that as a compliment, but judging by the speed at which Tara's hands dropped off my shoulders and a distance appeared between us, my own personal intention was completely irrelevant. After something that idiotic being said to her, you would expect her head to be on fire, ready to murder me with a stare, but the eyes I looked into after such a colossal blunder weren't angry, they were disappointed. "So that's what you think of me, huh." she intoned flatly. I was at a loss for words. I searched my mind for something smart or even honest to say, but nothing came out. "Tara, I,” I began, but she raised her hand, stopping me instantly. "Don't even try, Miller," She said as she backed away from me, "don't even try." She shook her head one final time, and then disappeared among the crowd of dancing students. The colored lights swirled around me as I stood there in dumb silence. What had I done? I had just hurt one of my best friends, a girl whose friendship meant everything to me. My dumbass mouth had started another fire, one that was going to be much, much harder to put out, but I still had the first one to think about. Running my hand through my hair and letting out an exasperated sigh, I headed out toward the parking lot. The cool air felt good as I left the gym, and as I wandered out to the maze of limos, I went over exactly what I was going to say to Stephanie, but what just happened with Tara kept taking center stage. I couldn't think straight. Finally I recognized our limo, and I paused for a second and took a deep breath. I opened the door, the one with the window open just a crack, and got inside. The moonlight cast a cool blue hue across the interior, and my eyes adjusted as I sat down. Across from me, at the far end of the limo, sat Stephanie, her long legs crossed over one another. "Hey," I stammered out. She said nothing. It was a thick stressful silence. "Stephanie, I; " "How long?" she finally said, cutting me off. "What? How long what?" "How long have you been listening to me through the floor?" I thought back to the first time, months and months ago, the first time I heard that sexy short-short-long cry of orgasm she had. The night I came so hard I blacked out. "A, pretty long time," I admitted. She stayed perfectly still. "Is that why you wanted me to come to the prom with you? Cuz you thought I was some kind of slut?" "No, no, not at all!" I exclaimed, sitting up stiff; nothing could have been further from the truth. "It was just a stupid deal. You were always teasing me, and I just wanted to get you back for once." I rubbed my hand through my hair as I told her the truth. "And then we started hanging out more, and getting to know each other, and I started to really, look forward to it." I blabbed. "Why?" She said, her stoicism never breaking. "Because,” I sighed, pausing, “ because I like you. Another long, stressful silence filled the space. I saw her shape in the darkness, but all I could really see was the moonlight on her crossed legs. Those smooth, toned, crossed legs. The silence hung there longer this time, giving me a chance to really soak in it. Finally, Stephanie's voice cut through. "Did you enjoy it?" she said quietly. "Yeah of course, I loved hanging out with you," I said energetically. "No. Did you enjoy, it." She said deliberately, It was my turn to pause now. She was asking me if I enjoyed the intimate sounds of her pleasure dripping down through the floorboards like honey. "Yes," I practically choked out. "Did you jerk off to it?" She asked, sliding her long legs along each other, finally moving. "Yes." I couldn't lie. "Did it make you cum?" She said. "Every time." I answered softly. Her legs uncrossed and she sat up. I saw her face for the first time, cast in the cool moonlight. She patted the long bench seat perpendicular to her, beckoning me to come to her. Swallowing hard, I slowly obeyed. That hard, inquisitive stare returned. "This is embarrassing," she said, smoothing out the front of her dress with her lithe, gloved hands. "No, please, it's my fault, I shouldn't have been eavesdropping," I started. "It's embarrassing," she said, putting her hand on mine to stop me, "because you've heard me cum, but I've never heard You cum." My head snapped back at her, my eyes wide. "Now that's hardly fair, is it?" she breathed. Her thumb started slowly stroking the back of my hand. Blood surged into my cock. I nervously shook my head no. A sly smirk curling its way onto her lips, Stephanie bunched up her dress, and melted down onto her knees in front of me. Starting at my face, she ran her gloved hands down over my body, spreading my legs wide. My breathing increased as her hands rested on the insides of my thighs. "Take it out," she instructed. I fumbled with my belt buckle, undid the button of my tuxedo pants and slid down the zipper. Reaching inside, through my underwear, I found myself already hard. I grasped the firm shaft and revealed myself to my step sister's best friend. The night air was cool on my hot skin. "Well look at you,” she rolled, her eyes affixed to my stiff erection. Tara had said I had a "fantastic cock," but didn't elaborate, so I wasn't sure exactly what that meant, but from the look on Stephanie's face, she seemed to be in agreement. All at once she removed her hands from my thighs, and leaned back, away from me. "Show me," she said, looking back up at me once again. "What?" "Show me how you stroke your cock while you listen to me," she implored. This had to all be a gag, right? One big tease from the master manipulator Stephanie, really putting me over a barrel to get back at me for what I had done? That rationale flitted through my mind, but was quickly over come by the erotic situation before me. I began to stroke my cock for Stephanie. Her eyes never left my cock as my fist slowly slid up and down my length. I was painfully hard, and the image of the femme fatale before me caused me to throb in my hand. This wasn't going to take long, I could tell. I continued to stroke, and pretty soon my eyes clenched shut in mounting pleasure. As my breath began to get ragged, I suddenly felt a gloved hand on mine, stopping me. Opening my eyes, I released my dick, placing both my hands at my sides. Sitting back up on her knees, between my legs, her hands returned to my thighs. Stephanie's eyes examined my hard cock; hard for her; and her tongue darted out across her perfectly painted lips. She looked at me once again with that piercing stare. This was it, this was where she was going to pull the rug out from under me. Here I am, hard cock out for all the world to see, completely vulnerable. Eyes never leaving mine, her hands lifted off my thighs, slid up to the back of her neck, and gently unclasped the top of her dress. Each side in her hands, they slowly came back down, past her sexy collar bone, down the top of her chest. Then, like a curtain raising on a grand performance, she slid the fabric of her dress down past her nipples, revealing to me her full, supple breasts. Stephanie, my step sister's best friend, the girl who spent years teasing me, the older girl who lived upstairs, now kneeled before my erect, exposed cock, baring her breasts for me. Perfectly shaped and just more than a handful in size, the cool night air mingled with her own apparent arousal to make her nipples stand at attention. My dick throbbed. She wrapped her hand around its base, holding it steady. "Can't have you ruining that nice suit, now, can we?" she said in a syrupy tone, a devilish smile forming on her lips. I held my breath. Stephanie leaned forward at an agonizingly slow pace, and then, for the first time in my life, the head of my cock passed through the lips of a gorgeous woman and felt the soft, hot wetness of her mouth. I groaned long and hard. So did she. The feeling of Rachel's hands milking my hard cock had been amazing, but the feeling of Stephanie's mouth was absolutely electric. Her lips and tongue suckled my tip for a moment, and then slid down my length, taking more of me into her mouth. I moaned again as I felt the pressure building in my loins. Her head bobbed up and down two or three more times, making my cock slick with her saliva. I felt her free hand grasp my churning balls and begin a gentle, rhythmic squeezing motion. I moaned louder. Then her hand around the base of my cock joined in on the action and formed a perfect corridor of suction and friction, all three working in tandem to summon my orgasm. "S-Stephanie,” I choked out as my body began to shake. "Umm" she moaned back in return, never stopping her ministrations. "S-Stephanie, I,” I tried again, as I felt my balls pulling tight, preparing for release. "Umm" she moaned again as the pleasure train kept rolling. "I'm gonna,” was all I could manage as my entire being funneled into my straining cock. "Um Hmm" she moaned in the affirmative, never taking her mouth off my twitching cock, never missing a beat on her rhythmic pattern of sucking and stroking. Her head bobbed up and down two more times, and then everything went white. Like a star bursting behind my eyes, my whole body tensed and held for what seemed like an eternity, before all at once releasing. With a shudder and a long moan broken up by sudden gasps for air, my swollen balls propelled torrent after torrent of hot cum into her mouth. Into STEPH'S mouth. I was cumming in Stephanie's mouth. Her deliberate pace of sucking and stroking had a level of experience and care to it that Rachel's handjob desperately lacked. Where Rachel was just jerking me off to empty out my balls, Stephanie was pulling the cum out of me. Each squeeze, stroke, and suck was demanding my juices into her mouth. Onto her tongue. She stopped her head bobbing, but continued to coax me along with both hands, encouraging my spasming cock to give her every drop of hot love I had stored up. Another low affirmative moan emanated from her as I filled her mouth. I felt her throat pulse as she swallowed, once, twice, three times. My vision returned as my pulsing slowed down, and Stephanie's gentle hands continued to shepherd me through the fog of euphoria. Still high from my volcanic eruption, my head lolled to the side, my vision catching the slightly open window on the back door. I momentarily froze as I recognized the silhouette of a figure standing just outside. A female figure. Too dark to make out who it was, all I saw was the pin prick highlights of her eyes as they made contact with mine. I heard a long slurping noise and looked down as Stephanie finally released my spent cock from her perfect mouth. Flicking my eyes quickly back toward the window, the figure was gone now. Stephanie straightened up, delicately wiped the side of her mouth, and with one more gulp swallowed what was left of my semen. "Now we're even," she said, that smile coming back to her lips. I had no words, just ragged breaths, and a dumbfounded look. "But that by no means means you're off the hook, Timmy," She said, running her hands up my legs and over my torso, leaning in so her plump tits with the hard nipples were level with my face. "Because you've still got a lot to make up for," she sighed, running her fingers over my mouth, "and I'm not done with you yet." With that, she leaned in and gave me a long, passionate kiss. I

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In this episode we welcome revered High Llamas leader (and arranger to the hip and the mighty) Sean O'Hagan to Hammersmith and ask him about his life and times from Microdisney to new album Hey Panda. We hear about Sean's Luton childhood, his family's move back to Ireland, and his 1980 encounter with the late Cathal Coughlan — the Corkonian with whom he formed the brave and brilliant Microdisney. Their path through '80s pop via Rough Trade and Virgin, and their eventual unravelling at the end of the decade, is discussed with reference to the new BBC documentary The Clock Comes Down the Stairs. The birth of the High Llamas involves RBP's own Mark Pringle, who recalls his production work on the 1992 EP Apricots (a.k.a. Santa Barbara). The influence of Brian Wilson on the sound and aesthetic of 1994's Gideon Gaye and 1996's Hawaii leads to Sean's reminiscences of meeting the Beach Boys and (almost) producing them. A side story involves his amusing memories of backing another cult L.A. genius, Love's Arthur Lee, in London. After we've heard clips from Mike Quigley's 1969 audio interview with Carl Wilson, Mike Love, Al Jardine and Bruce Johnston, we return to the arc of the Llamas' story and ask Sean about the influence of contemporary R&B on the Llamas' Hey Panda. Finally, Mark and Jasper talk us out with quotes from the pieces they've most enjoyed adding to the RBP library over the preceding fortnight. Many thanks to special guest Sean O'Hagan. The High Llamas new album, Hey Panda, is out now; visit highllamas.com or your local record shop to get your hands on it. Pieces discussed: The High Llamas: You Can Call Me Alpaca, The High Llamas: Lo-fi Heaven, The High Llamas: A Different Breed, An Improbable History: Microdisney Interviewed, The Beach Boys audio, Ted Nugent Unleashes His Little Ball of Fire, Leonard Bernstein: Lenny's song and dance in Vienna, Lounging with Mr Williams, So why exactly does David Gray have this effect on women? and Terence Trent D'Arby: Neither Fish Nor Flesh.

In this episode, Brittany and Abbey discuss their fishing trip to the U.S. Virgin Islands, where they went offshore deep sea fishing and encountered barracudas. They also talk about their snorkeling adventures and encounters with jellyfish. The conversation then shifts to their fishing experiences in Florida and a memorable encounter with a tarpon. They discuss their visit to a casino, lounging by the pool, and the impact of a hurricane on the island. The episode concludes with discussions on Gypsy Rose, fishing partnerships, and upcoming turkey hunting plans.TakeawaysOffshore deep sea fishing can be a fun and exciting experience, but motion sickness can be a challenge.Snorkeling allows for close encounters with marine life, but it's important to be cautious and aware of potential dangers.Fishing trips can lead to memorable catches and experiences, such as encountering barracudas and tarpons.Exploring local attractions, such as casinos and karaoke, can add fun and entertainment to a vacation.Lounging and relaxing by the pool or beach can be a great way to unwind and enjoy the surroundings.Natural disasters, like hurricanes, can have a significant impact on local communities and tourism.Partnerships with fishing brands can provide opportunities for collaboration and support in pursuing fishing hobbies.Turkey hunting can be an exciting outdoor activity, and planning trips with friends can enhance the experience.Balancing work and leisure activities can be challenging, but finding time for hobbies and adventures is important.Hello, my Fellow Ferals! Welcome to "Reloading with Brittany Scovel". Your place to unwind, relax, and reload by sharing stories, having real conversations, and ultimately have a great time connecting in this new community.New episodes are posted weekly.Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/brittany.scovel/Connect More: https://hoo.be/brittany.scovelBusiness✉️ thescovels1@gmail.com

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Join Amy, Kathleen, Scott, and Phil, as they talk about their favorite lounges throughout Walt Disney World

Anuvab & Kunaal on how they've managed to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Kunaal fact checks Anuvab of the age of this podcast (it's 9 not 15). The duo then discuss the cultural history of India as they dissect how it led to a train travelling from Jammu to Punjab... without a driver.

They find the Player & another game. Lost In Eros – book 1, Part 14 of 20, By BradentonLarry.  Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. When the four of them; Tascha, Don, Shelonda and Jamie; finally climbed out of the huge tub of bubbles, they were joined by a beautiful young woman with a very nice curvy, yet trim and compact body, brown hair with blonde and auburn highlights, and a saucy, playful face. She clearly had cum on her face, throat and tits. Don said, “Tascha and Jamie, this is Amy.” [[MORE]] Feeling extremely relaxed after the activities of the day and evening, Tascha leaned over and started to lick the delicious cum off Amy's tits. Amy responded by running her hands over Tascha's body. After several moments of this, Tascha looked up at Amy and said, “Pleased to meet you.” “Likewise,” Amy smiled. “OK, Don,” Tascha said, turning back to him, “why don't we take a break and you tell me what you've been up to?” They sat on the edge of the tub, watching the people playing in the bubbles, while Don told Tascha about his relatively minor exploits in the pit; first fucking Shana and then Shelonda. “You fucked her in the ass, eh?” Tascha said, smiling across Don at Shelonda. “I'm starting to think I'd like that. Later, though. Do go on.” Don recounted the story of the black light room, including the painting, the dancing, Martina, and his meeting and subsequent play with Amy. Shelonda filled in her side of the story too. Then, Don explained how they finally managed to find her and how he had watched her with her last three men, excepting himself. “I'm tempted to go back to that black light room with you,” Tascha said. “It sounds like a fun place.” Shelonda nodded, “I love it in there. Last dance party I spent the whole night in there.” “But, I think I've had enough play for now.” Tascha turned to Don, “Shall we?” As they got up and found a little clean-up station and stacks of towels inside the entrance to the room, Amy asked, “Where are we going?” “To find the garden,” Shelonda volunteered. “Or the Player,” Don added. “Oh, the Player's fun!” Amy said cheerfully. “Not that we're very likely to find either before we get into more mischief,” Tascha laughed. Jamie seemed to be following along with Tascha, which Tascha silently admitted she didn't mind at all. The girl was cheerful, boundlessly enthusiastic, and just look at those tits! Jamie didn't seem to care where they were going, but just planned to tag along and see what happened, at least for now. As they made their way out through the disco's main room, Tascha thought back over the wild fuck frenzy she'd been on since she came in here. In part, she blamed Don and his arranging to have those four men ravish her with him in the corridor upstairs. In part, she blamed this insanely weird place and the obviously drugged water. Mostly, though, she just felt like a wanton sex goddess. A slut goddess! She simultaneously felt like she'd been fucked enough for the rest of her life and like she was eager for the next adventure. She looked at the people having sex around her and just smiled, thinking, That looks like fun. She and Don and their little posse of women stepped out into the corridor, and immediately caught sight of none other than Igor. They would have called out to him, but he obviously saw them and beckoned. As if he assumed they would follow him, he headed off toward the elevator. Of course, Tascha and Don, followed by the others, did hurry after the short, muscular man. Shelonda asked, “Who's that?” “He's a friend of the Player,” Amy said, “and a good fuck, too. He's like a machine.” “I did not know that,” Tascha said with interest. Igor got into the elevator and held the door for them. When they were all piled in, he pressed the button for the fifth floor. As the car began to move, one of them; Don; finally thought to ask, “Are you taking us to the Player?” Igor simply nodded once, and continued to watch the front of the elevator. “Looks like we're going to find the Player before the mischief,” Don said to Tascha. “More likely both at the same time,” Tascha smirked. “I like the sound of that,” said Amy. Tascha had to admit that she did too. She found herself intrigued and excited by the expectation of seeing the Player and his girls again. The elevator doors opened and Igor led them down a straight corridor, past a number of side passages to a big pair of doors at the very end. He opened the doors and walked through, followed by Tascha, Don and their girls. “Ah, Tascha and Don!” said the Player's booming voice, “welcome to the big bed room!” This room was about as big as the one she and Don had originally awoken in, but was almost filled by a gigantic bed. It seemed about the size of a tennis court. In the middle of it, sat the Player looking through a large book. Lounging around him were Ilsa, Natalia, Keiko, Peter and a staggering new beauty. In front of the Player was a tray with a few items on it. Igor climbed up on the bed and crawled over to sit on the edge of the Player's group. Among their party, Tascha led the way, climbing up and crawling over. “And you brought more playmates with you,” the Player grinned. “Excellent! Hello again, Amy. This is Marissa.” The new woman smiled at them. Marissa had thick dark hair hanging straight down over her full, round breasts. She had a swimsuit model's body, and a ‘come fuck me' look about her eyes. Tascha said, “This is Shelonda and Jamie.” After the pleasantries were over, Don asked, “Did you send Igor to find us specifically?” “Indeed,” the Player nodded, idly turning a page in the book on his lap. “We're very glad you did, but why?” “Oh, well, I remembered my promise to help you find the garden,” he smiled, “and I have devised a new game I want to try.” “A new game?” Don asked. “It should be great fun,” the Player nodded and closed the book with a ‘whump'. “And then you'll help us find the garden?” Tascha pressed. “Of course! I promised, after all. We could go now, but it's night and, although the garden can be fun at night, it's no fun searching it for exits in the dark.” Tascha thought this made sense. She shrugged and said, “OK.” “Wait,” Don cut in. “How long did it take for Igor to find us?” “Not long. Why?” “Just curious,” Don said. “Alright,  No, one more thing. Where did you get that book?” “From the library, of course,” the Player smiled and slid it across to him. “The library, of course,” Don repeated. Tascha saw that the book was something like the Kama Sutra, with hundreds of pages of pictures of sex positions. “So,” Tascha said, “tell us about this new game.” “Well, first,” the Player explained, “we have to randomly pair up. There are twelve of us, so that makes six couples. Excellent! We'll each roll this die and pair off with matching numbers.” This was not as simple as that, because duplicate numbers were rolled. Eventually, though, Ilsa paired up with Marissa on 1; Amy matched with Igor on 2; Shelonda and Peter teamed up on 3; Jamie and the Player got 4; Tascha and Natalia paired on 5; and Don and Keiko got 6. Naturally enough, some of the couples assumed that they should immediately start playing with each other; particularly Don and Keiko, who were all over each other at the first opportunity; but the Player said, “No, no! Not yet! Remember your numbers, and get in a circle in numeric order. OK, good. Remember your numbers! I expect things to get complicated quick, and it will all be a mess if we don't remember our numbers. “Alright now, first, Ilsa and Marissa will roll the die twice, identifying two couples, or just one if they roll the same number twice. And then one of them, Ilsa or Marissa, will keep time with this little hourglass, or minute glass, or whatever, while the other directs the couples whose numbers were rolled to do whatever she likes. When the time is up, Amy and Igor will roll the dice, and, no doubt, Amy will direct their couples while Igor times. We'll work our way around the circle, and when it's your team's turn again you switch rolls, timer and director. Right?” “I think I get it,” Tascha said. “But what if they roll their own number?” “Good,” the Player nodded. “I think it makes sense to have them roll again.” Tascha thought this was reasonable and nodded. No one else had any questions at the moment. Ilsa rolled the die twice for her team, and it came up 4 each time. As the Player and Jamie crawled into the middle of the circle, Don wondered, “Are we sure those dice aren't loaded?” Ilsa thought for a moment, and then, when Ilsa started talking, Marissa turned the timer over. Ilsa said, “Show us how well you can suck that big cock of his, Jamie.” “Oh goodie!” Jamie said, and reached down to lift the Player's flaccid cock so she could get it into her mouth. Even though it wasn't anywhere near fully hard it was quite thick, but Jamie managed to get quite a bit of it into her mouth and then began to get some of it into her throat. The Player was leaning back on his haunches as Jamie began to rock back and forth on her knees, moving her mouth and throat on his cock, which was gradually stiffening. Before it got too thick, though, Jamie pulled back and just concentrated on the fat head, stroking the now wet shaft with both her hands. She bobbed her head up and down on the end of the Player, obviously enjoying having such a big toy to play with. Then, abruptly, Marissa called “Time!” Her voice was surprisingly deep and sexy. Tascha couldn't wait to get her hands on this new woman. The platter, die and timer passed to Amy and Igor, and the numbers came up 5 and 3. Tascha felt her pulse quicken as she crawled out to the center of the bed with Natalia to meet Shelonda and Peter. She hadn't done anything so far with Peter, though she had enjoyed seeing Ilsa give him a blowjob the day before. “Give me a minute to think,” Amy said. She rolled the die again, and said, “OK, Natalia wins. Peter lie on your back, and Natalia sit on his face. Lick her good, Peter! Tascha and Shelonda, you two share his cock.” As Peter moved to comply as quickly as possible, Tascha and Shelonda got on either side of him. When he was on his back, Tascha leaned over and took hold of his already stiffening cock and ran her tongue over the head. Shelonda leaned down and licked the base of his shaft and his balls. Tascha sucked the head of Peter's cock into her mouth and then proceeded to show off her new-found deepthroating skill, sinking down on the full length of him. When she pulled back, Shelonda took a turn, and Tascha watched the tiny girl make his shaft disappear into her mouth and throat. Tascha noticed that Natalia was kneeling over Peter's face, and the latter was holding her in place with his hands on her ass. When Shelonda came up for air, Tascha leaned in again and the two began to lick Peter's cock thoroughly. Meeting at the top, they kissed around the purple head of his cock. It was a delicious sensation for them, so Tascha guessed it must feel very good to him. Tascha took his head into her mouth again, while Shelonda stroked the shaft. Then Amy announced, “Time's up!” Both Peter and Natalia were blatantly disappointed to have to return to their positions in the circle. Tascha saw how the short amount of time and the random pairings were going to get everyone worked up in a hurry. Having the other players direct the action kept people involved at a higher level than they would be if they were just watching sex, though that was pretty good all on its own. Shelonda rolled two 1's next, so Ilsa and Marissa crawled out to the center of the bed. Peter manned the timer, and Shelonda prepared to direct. Tascha thought the two women, Ilsa and Marissa, were a nice match. They were both tall and statuesque, but while Ilsa was light and Nordic, Marissa was dark and possibly of Italian descent. Tascha could easily imagine Marissa in the Italian countryside wearing a low cut peasant dress. “As lightly as you can, run your fingers over each other,” Shelonda said. “Yes, that's good, barely touch each other.” The two beauties knelt facing each other and ran their fingers lightly over each other. Marissa started at Ilsa's shoulders and moved up along her neck and then barely caressed Ilsa's face. Ilsa, meanwhile, started at Marissa's hips and slowly worked her way upward until she was tracing patterns around Marissa's nipples. “Lean in closer,” Shelonda ordered, “but don't touch. Nothing should be touching your partner but the tips of your fingers.” Tascha noticed she was on edge watching the two women; she could only imagine how erotic they found the situation. When Peter called “Time,” Marissa pulled Ilsa's face to her and kissed her hard. “Now, now,” the Player laughed. “There'll be time for that later, ladies.” The next set of numbers was 6 and 2, so Don, Keiko, Amy and Igor moved to the center of the bed. Jamie said, “OK, girls, let's see how hard you can get your partners without using your mouths.” Keiko and Amy immediately began to stroke and caress their respective partner's cocks. Tascha noticed that Don responded quicker than Igor, though Amy certainly gave it her all, pulling and caressing Igor's cock all over, as well as fondling his balls. Then Keiko turned around and backed up against Don. She started doing a kneeling bump and grind against him, which Tascha had no doubt would make any man rock hard in seconds. Then Keiko reached behind her and Tascha could tell she was working Don's cock into her pussy. “Uh-uh, Keiko,” Jamie said, laughing a little. “You said no mouths,” Keiko protested. “And now I'm saying no pussies,” Jamie smirked. Keiko opened her mouth, but then the Player announced that the time was up. It was Tascha and Natalia's turn next, and Tascha promptly rolled a 4 and a 3. Jamie, the Player, Shelonda and Peter crawled to the center of the bed. Tascha said, “Jamie and Shelonda, face each other. Good, now start kissing.” The two young women immediately and enthusiastically started making out with each other, running their hands all over their partner's backs and backsides. “OK,” Tascha said, “you two guys, each of you get behind one of the girls. Take your cocks and push them between their legs. Don't enter them; just get your cocks up there along their slits and clits. Feel free to use your hands on the ladies.” The Player was sliding his big cock back and forth between Jamie's legs. His head was actually poking out in front of her. He had his big hands on her large tits, squeezing and holding them. Peter was doing much the same to Shelonda, though he had reached around and down to get his fingers on her clit. The two women, who continued to make out, were clearly in a state of heightened arousal; Tascha could see that the Player's cock was shiny with Jamie's wetness. The men were also really getting into things. Everyone around the circle was watching the show intently, including Natalia, who somewhat belatedly said, “Uh, time.” Don rolled two 2's, so Amy and Igor took center stage. Without any hesitation, Don said, “On your hands and knees Amy. Good. Igor, fuck her. Give it to her hard.” Amy grinned at Don, and then scrunched up her pretty face as Igor pushed his big cock into her from behind. With his strong hands on her ass, Igor did as he was told and fucked into Amy's pussy with deep, forceful strokes, shoving her forward on the bed. Amy's tits swung underneath her and her face contorted with a wild assortment of expressions as Igor plowed into her. “God damn!” she exclaimed. “Yes! Fuck me!” Then, Keiko announced, loudly, “Time's up!” Igor immediately pulled out of Amy and started back to their part of the circle. Amy stayed there, panting and stunned by the sudden lack of fucking. “Any other guy would have kept going anyway,” the Player observed. “I know it,” Don said with obvious satisfaction. Tascha was definitely seeing a different side of Don. “Now that we've gone around the circle once, we'll double the time,” the Player said. “So, when the sand runs out, flip the timer over. This means the person watching the time will have to pay attention. Oh, and now the other team mate does the directing, except for Amy and Igor, of course.” The die came up 3 and 4, so Jamie, the Player, Shelonda and Peter returned to the middle of the circle. In her sexy, husky voice, Marissa directed the women to lie down on their backs next to each other, but in opposite directions, and then told the men to get between their legs and then exactly what to do with their mouths and tongues. Soon both Jamie and Shelonda were writhing and moaning. Before time ran out, Shelonda cried out that she was coming, and just as Ilsa said “Time,” Jamie joined in with a little shriek and obvious trembling and clenching. The next numbers were 1 and 5; Ilsa, Marissa, Tascha and Natalia. Amy said, “Daisy chain, girls. Sort it out quick and get to licking pussy.” Though there was some small confusion at first, they quickly got things worked out so that each woman was lying on her left side, with her right leg crooked and up in the air and head lying on the inside of the next woman's left leg. In this way, they formed a kind of daisy square, each one going down on someone while someone else went down on them. Tascha was sampling Marissa's sweet pussy and clit, while Marissa ate Natalia who was tonguing Ilsa who was licking and sucking at Tascha. Ilsa certainly knew how to please a woman, and Tascha felt rapidly intensifying delight spreading from her clit. She tried to concentrate on pleasuring Marissa, licking and sucking on her enthusiastically. For her part, Marissa was wriggling on the bed, moving her clit against Tascha's mouth. Before they were stopped there was a rising chorus of moans around the chain, and Tascha felt a long, intense orgasm burst through her. She tried to keep licking at Marissa without stopping, and in another moment was rewarded as the dark beauty came hard on her face. When the women finally disentangled themselves and crawled back to their positions, the die came up 4 and 1, so Ilsa and Marissa headed right back to the middle, joined by Jamie and the Player. Peter directed, “Ilsa, get down on your back. Jamie, on your hands and knees over her; no, the other way, like for a 69. Player, get behind Jamie and start fucking her. Ilsa, play with Jamie's clit. Marissa, do whatever you can to help Jamie enjoy herself.” It took the Player a while to work his big cock into Jamie's ready but comparatively tiny pussy. While he was pushing into her, Ilsa was busy stroking Jamie's clit and Marissa was kissing and caressing every part of her body within reach. Marissa got down in front of Jamie and kissed and stroked her face, as the Player pulled out and then pushed into her. Jamie gasped, “Oh my God!” Then the Player started to fuck her in earnest, and Marissa reached around to catch hold of her big tits. With the Player stretching her pussy, filling her completely, Ilsa stroking her clit, and Marissa pinching and twisting her nipples, it was not long at all before Jamie actually screamed as her orgasm tore through her. “Damn!” Tascha breathed. The die came up 6 and 3, so Don, Keiko, Shelonda and Peter moved into the middle of things. The Player gave instructions: “Let's make Shelonda the center of attention. Keiko, on your back to play Ilsa's part, and Shelonda get on your hands and knees just like Jamie was. Good. Don, have you fucked this adorable young woman? OK, then, Peter, get behind her. Don, you get her mouth. Well, get busy people make that woman come!” Tascha watched as Don first leaned down to kiss Shelonda tenderly while Peter was pushing his cock into her. Then Don was presenting his cock, which Shelonda eagerly started to suck on. The men were soon fucking her from both ends, and her pretty brown tits were swaying back and forth underneath her. Keiko worked at her clit intently. Soon Shelonda was whimpering around Don's cock, and this quickly became a full blown orgasm shaking her from head to toe. It was Tascha and Natalia's turn next, and the die came up 4 and 6, so Jamie, the Player, Don and Keiko all took their places. Before Natalia could start, Tascha whispered to her, “Don hasn't done anything with Jamie yet, and I'd really like to see the Player fucking Keiko.” Natalia smiled back at her, saying, “She's so tiny, and she loves it. Good idea.” Then she said to the four in the middle of the circle, “OK, switch partners. Peter, toss Don that tube of lubricant. You know what to do with that, Don. Player, on your back, and Keiko, show us how you fuck that cock.” Don spread lube on his very hard cock and then reached between Jamie's legs to get at the buxom blonde's ass. Jamie wriggled happily as his fingers entered her. Tascha watched as Don coaxed Jamie onto her back with her feet straight up in the air. He got into position, and she rested her heels against his shoulders. Don rolled her butt up in the air and started to push his phallus into her tight ass. Soon he was fucking in and out of her, while she frantically stroked her clit and her luscious tits jiggled over her pretty face. Tascha thought Jamie certainly seemed to be enjoying herself. Meanwhile, petite Keiko had straddled the Player in much the same way as Tascha had done the day before, except that she was able to accept the Player's girth more easily and so was able to slide up and down on the big head and top of the shaft more easily. She was also supplementing this fucking by rubbing her clit. Both of the women were able to bring themselves off, with the help of their partner's hard cocks, before Tascha called time. Keiko needed a moment to recuperate, so Don rolled the die for her and came up with 5 and 2. Tascha and Natalia crawled into the middle of the bed, where they were joined by Amy and Igor. Tascha noticed that Don and Keiko were conferring a bit, just as she and Natalia had on the last turn. She wasn't surprised when Keiko said, “Tascha, it's time for you to get on your hands and knees. Igor, get behind Tascha and fuck her.” Without any preliminaries, but with absolutely no clumsiness, Igor got behind her, and pushed the fat head of his large cock into her very wet pussy. In spite of all the cocks she'd had in her that day and evening, this was easily the largest, and it felt very good to be filled so fully. She pushed back at Igor, wanting as much as he could give her. He obliged her by pushing in as far he was able, and then slowly but steadily fucking her, gradually building up the pace. Tascha felt his heavy balls slapping against her clit. Keiko had told Natalia and Amy to do something, but Tascha was past paying attention. She was only aware of the big cock moving in and out of her pussy and the need to keep pushing back on that wonderful shaft of flesh. Suddenly she was seized by the fear that Don would call “time” on her. She said over her shoulder, “Don't stop fucking me, Igor!” Then Tascha heard Keiko saying, “Fuck her hard, Igor.” Tascha nodded, and said, “Yes! Harder!” Igor had her narrow waist in his strong hands and was moving her body in time with his rapid, deep thrusting. Tascha felt like he was going to shatter her from the inside, but it felt so very good. Then she felt Igor's cock spasm deep in her pussy and a flood of warmth flooded her, and she came at the same time. Her whole body felt like it was flying apart, knocked to pieces by the battering ram of Igor's cock. The orgasm went on and on, until she reeled and fell forward on the bed. Igor's cock came out of her with a wet 'plop!' sound. She lay there smiling for several long minutes. She gradually became aware that the game had broken down into an orgy around her. She could see Jamie on her hands and knees getting the treatment Shelonda had gotten just a little while ago, but with Igor fucking her from behind and Peter in her mouth. From the sounds of things, a lot of other things were going on as well. She smiled then, when a gentle touch brushed the hair out of her face and a light kiss touched her cheek. “How are you doing, my love?” Don said as he lied down and put his arm around her. “Um,” she smiled and rolled back toward him, so that they were spooned together, as they had been when they awoke here for the first time. “I'm doing wonderfully, love.” Don seemed content to just hold her there, lightly kissing her shoulder and the back of her neck. She could feel his slippery and still very hard cock against her butt. She pushed back against him, and wiggled her butt a bit. She felt Don laugh a little, and then he moved his arm to reach down and take hold of himself and slip between her legs. Tascha could feel the head of his cock slipping into her pussy. They had only had sex for the first time that morning, and already it felt natural for both of them for him to be inside her. But that wasn't what she wanted right now. She pulled away from him, so the head of his cock slipped back away from her pussy. Just to make sure there was no misunderstanding, she turned her head and said, “Go easy, Don; I've never done this before.” He reached down again, this time to slip a couple of fingers up inside her very slippery pussy. Once his fingers were good and wet, which was pretty much immediately, she felt them slip out of her and then pushing against her asshole. She made a conscious effort to relax, which wasn't too difficult at the moment, and felt his fingers ease into her. She breathed deeply and realized that it felt very good to have those fingers up her butt. Don worked them in and out of her a few times, and then they slipped out of her. Tascha whimpered a little, and then she felt the fat head of Don's cock against her. Again, she took a deep breath and relaxed even more than she already was. Don's cock pushed past the tight ring of muscles of her sphincter, and then it was just a steady feeling of being exquisitely filled. She sighed deeply as he kept pushing slowly into her. When he was all the way in, he paused, giving her a chance to adjust. “God, this feels wonderful,” she told him. “Fuck me, Don.” Moving slowly at first, he drew out of her almost all the way and then firmly slid back into her. He repeated this half a dozen times, and then began to fuck her more vigorously. Tascha was enjoying this thoroughly and felt like she could just have him do this until he came and she would be quite content, but then Amy crawled up to her. She had quite a lot of cum shining on her face and tits. She leaned down to look at the expression on Tascha's face, gave her a wonderfully mischievous smile and said, “He's fucking your ass, isn't he?” “Oh yeah!” she grinned. “Um. Let me have a look.” She promptly maneuvered herself around to lie on her side facing Tascha, but with the opposite orientation, so that her face was level with Tascha's crotch and her own was up near Tascha's face. When she felt Amy nudging her leg up, she lifted it for her. Tascha then felt Amy's hair gently on the insides of her thighs and Amy's mouth on her pussy and clit. Tascha just enjoyed the sensations of Amy licking her and Don's cock moving in and out of her butt, but then the temptation of Amy's pussy so close won her over. She reached over to pull Amy closer. The other woman scooted in and parted her legs for Tascha, who began to suck and lick at Amy. This blissful arrangement went on for several moments, until Tascha was surprised by the sudden appearance of a big cock head between Amy's legs, and, well, right in Tascha's face. She had no doubt it was the Player's. She took a moment to give it a kiss hello, and then went back to tonguing Amy's clit as she watched the Player's cock push itself into Amy's tight pussy. Soon she was watching this big shaft of dark cock, slick with Amy's juices, sliding back and forth in front of her eyes, while she lapped at the woman's clit hungrily. Then she felt herself riding a crest of ecstasy, as a long, primal orgasm worked its way through the core of her being. She was clenching and moaning between Don and Amy. This was the final straw for Don, and he began to pump what felt like a geyser of cum up into her bowels. Amy joined in on the orgasmic chorus, taking her mouth off Tascha long enough to exclaim, “Holy fuck!” Only moments later, Tascha watched as the Player's cock swelled and seemed to pulse. He was filling Amy with cum, and then he pulled out of her, spraying more cum all over Tascha's face. Laughing, she leaned forward and caught the head in her mouth and sucked on it, eagerly swallowing any remaining jizz. When the Player pulled away, she bent her mouth to Amy's pussy and clit and did her best to lick and suck up all of the Player's cum. This brought Amy to another, though much less intense, orgasm. Tascha smiled to herself and thought, Job well done. She was aware of changes around her, as Don finally took his cock out of her but continued to lay pressed against her back with his arm around her. Amy pulled away, and lay down in front of her, at first kissing and licking the Player's cum off Tascha's face, but then just lying there smiling in her sleep. Tascha thought to herself, Life is good, and let herself drift off to sleep. To be continued, in Garden By BradentonLarry for Literotica Source: ex-plicitly-novel

Tonight, we are joined by 603 Brewery's Dan Leonard and will be highlighting Lounge Cruiser, a beer done in collaboration with Twins that was brewed to pair with cigars and specifically with 7-20-4. Of Course, Dan never brings just one so it promises to be an interesting night! We will be pairing the selection with the 7-20-4 Original Churchill and Two Friends Homeward Bound, a new addition to the Two Friends line from Greg Pease and Jeremy Reeves. Recorded live from the 7-20-4 Lounge!

Nestled within the heart of the enchanting Universal Orlando Resort, the Lowe's Sapphire Falls Hotel stands as a beacon of tranquility and luxury. This Caribbean-inspired paradise offers a respite from the exhilarating theme park adventures, providing guests with an immersive and relaxing experience. Join us we share the wonders of the Lowe's Sapphire Falls Hotel, uncovering its unique charm and the myriad of amenities that make it a standout destination in Orlando, Florida.From the moment you step into the lobby, you are greeted by the warm and inviting ambiance that permeates the entire resort. The vibrant colors and tropical decor transport you to a Caribbean island, setting the tone for a delightful escape. The friendly staff, adorned in island-inspired attire, ensures a seamless check-in process, making you feel like an honored guest from the start.The Lowe's Sapphire Falls Hotel boasts a variety of accommodations, from standard rooms to spacious suites, all designed with comfort and style in mind. The rooms are tastefully decorated with a blend of modern amenities and Caribbean flair, creating a soothing atmosphere. Whether you're traveling with family, friends, or solo, there's a room option to suit every need.One of the highlights of a stay at Sapphire Falls is the culinary journey that awaits. Amatista Cookhouse, the hotel's signature restaurant, offers a delectable array of dishes inspired by the flavors of the Caribbean. From fresh seafood to exotic cocktails, each bite is a celebration of the region's rich culinary heritage. For a more casual setting, Strong Water Tavern provides a cozy spot to enjoy small bites and handcrafted cocktails while soaking in the lively atmosphere. They specialize in rum, and wow, the drinks are divine!The crown jewel of the Lowe's Sapphire Falls Hotel, however, is undoubtedly its spectacular pool area. The sprawling pool is surrounded by lush landscaping, creating a tropical oasis that beckons guests to unwind. A water slide adds an element of fun for the young and young at heart, while the hot tubs offer a more serene experience. Lounging in a cabana with a cool drink in hand, you'll find it hard to believe you're just steps away from the thrills of Universal Studios.Beyond its luxurious amenities, one of the major advantages of staying at the Lowe's Sapphire Falls Hotel is its proximity to Universal Studios and Islands of Adventure. A short water taxi ride (so convenient!) or a leisurely stroll brings you to the theme parks, allowing for easy access to the magic whenever you desire. This convenience makes it a top choice for those looking to maximize their time exploring the attractions.In the heart of the excitement that is Universal Orlando Resort, the Lowe's Sapphire Falls Hotel stands as an oasis of relaxation and indulgence. From its Caribbean-inspired design to its exceptional dining options and world-class amenities, this hotel elevates the overall Universal experience. Whether you're seeking a family-friendly getaway or a romantic escape, a stay at the Lowe's Sapphire Falls Hotel promises a memorable and rejuvenating adventure in the heart of Orlando, Florida.

A night of sleuthing leads to the party to Vestan in a teacher's lounge in the Biblioplex. They try to find a creative way to get past the alarm and confront him. Episode Summary: https://talesfromtrantor.com/strixhaven/ep-20-lounging-around/ Check out our website for episode recaps, character bios, campaign information and more: https://talesfromtrantor.com Twitter: https://twitter.com/TrantorTales YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/c/talesfromtrantor Love the show? We'd love a coffee! https://ko-fi.com/talesfromtrantor   ~ Theme Song and Background Music by Tabletop RPG Music~ https://www.youtube.com/c/TabletopRPGMusic https://www.patreon.com/tabletoprpgmusic

After Sheletta was done lounging in the office of Rep. Ilhan Omar in Washington, DC, she invited the Minnesota Congresswoman to her podcast to talk about her latest legislative initiative to help find missing Black women.

It's September 8, 2023. Luka is back with something different:  a review and listen-along to Storypillar, a great podcast for kids. On Storypillar, Sneak, Bean and Meg tackle sticky social situations, explore stories from all over the world, and pick up great advice from listeners. They also save plenty of time for laughing and being silly. If you've got feelings, love stories, and are up for a fart joke or ten, Storypillar is definitely worth a listen. More info at www.storypillar.com.

It's September 8, 2023. Luka is back with something different:  a review and listen-along to Storypillar, a great podcast for kids. On Storypillar, Sneak, Bean and Meg tackle sticky social situations, explore stories from all over the world, and pick up great advice from listeners. They also save plenty of time for laughing and being silly. If you've got feelings, love stories, and are up for a fart joke or ten, Storypillar is definitely worth a listen. More info at www.storypillar.com.

Dan asked what what the highlight of your summer was! A trip? Lounging on the beach? A drive to see family? Listener's let Dan know what made their summer complete!

It's July 26, 2023. In this episode, Luka explores ticks. They can be very dangerous creatures, so you also have to learn how to protect yourself from them.

As we knew that it would, the episode of NXT that originally aired on March 1st, 2015 arrived ready to rumble and brought with it topics such as: Past!Kris is always one step ahead A feline First Milk Match Inverted Atomic Drops will break your butt The Enzo Box The delicate act of being mean When a gimmick does not work Locational context Journalism! The Chosen One of Something Journey Into Rosebudness Our theme song is called "Learnbuckle" and it was created by the uniquely talented Rafael Medina, whose work you can and should follow via his Twitter account, @EarthMeauxFaux! You can also follow MeganBob @meganbobness, and the show itself @nxtwrestlingfan. If you want to get in touch with Kris Newton, set up a pit trap in the Pacific Northwest with a giant pot of coffee and wait patiently. And if you'd like to support the show, check out our Patreon at www.patreon.com/nxtwrestlingfan.   Additional music and sound credit to: NewsSting by Kevin MacLeod Link: https://incompetech.filmmusic.io/song/4124-newssting License: https://filmmusic.io/standard-license Eyes Gone Wrong by Kevin MacLeod Link: https://filmmusic.io/song/3732-eyes-gone-wrong License: https://filmmusic.io/standard-license Samba Stings by Kevin MacLeod Link: https://filmmusic.io/song/4008-samba-stings License: https://filmmusic.io/standard-license Teddy Bear Waltz by Kevin MacLeod https://uppbeat.io/t/kevin-macleod/teddy-bear-waltz License code: JR8YJN7X9BTCYONZ Green Fingers by Richard Rodgers https://uppbeat.io/t/richard-bodgers/green-fingers License code: ZLHSCJFJWJI8IQGL 60's Quiz Show by Podington Bear is licensed under a Attribution-NonCommercial 4.0 International License.

Brand New Show. It's June 27, 2023. Lounging with Luka starts today! Learn all about the four young children who were recently starving in Colombia for 40 days.

For the first time ever I managed to convince my main squeeze, Lach, to sit down with me on our couch one evening and have a yarn in an attempt to record an episode for the poddy.He was nervous, out of his comfort zone, and a bit tongue tied at points - as you can imagine in his position - but I think he smashed it and we had some great convos and heaps of laughs!Lach - understandably - wasn't comfortable with me releasing it to the wider public in the end though and as a compromise he consented to me publishing the full episode on my Buy Me A Coffee page for the extra special labial legends that subscribed to financially support the poddy and earn exclusive membership perks. (membership is as little as $3 a month btw!)So this is the edited, short version of the recording available to all, but if you want access to the full conversation and all the juicy stories and topics we covered, head over to my Buy Me A Coffee page and become a member - https://www.buymeacoffee.com/freyagraf/exclusive-chats-with-lachie-the-labia-loungeRunning this show actually costs me quite a lot each month and I don't earn anything from it, so the Buy Me A Coffee page is where it's at if you'd like to make an actual difference and help make it more sustainable for me to keep doing!PS. If you're keen to take advantage of the special Labia Lounge discount on my online course Queen Out, you can use the code LABIALLEGENDS at checkout to get $200 off right now! Learn more and sign up here: https://www.freyagraf.com/online-courseMake sure you're subscribed for more LL action, and it'd absolutely warm my heart and tickle my clit if you'd leave a gushing review or five star rating for the poddy!*** Join my Labia Lounge Facebook group for extra content, Q & As, freebies from my guests, discounts and to be part of a rad and supportive community of labial legends! www.facebook.com/groups/thelabialounge/Grab a P*ssy Magnet and check out the new Labia Lounge MERCH over here (there's even fanny packs if the standard tote bags and tees ain't cuttin' it for ya!): https://www.freyagraf.com/productsonline-trainingsAnd chuck me a follow here: https://www.instagram.com/freyagraf_thelabialounge/AND here: (my backup account cos I keep offending the Algorithms-that-be) https://www.instagram.com/freya.graf/TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@freyagraf?is_from_webapp=1&sender_device=pcAnd on my YouTube channel here: https://youtu.be/5LZhYmHvXkw Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

 That moment where perhaps that girl is a spy, but you just aren't sure, maybe there will be romance or perhaps assassination. www.cocktailnation.net Jerry Goldsmith-  Never Mind, You'd Love It Piero Umilani- Lounge Suite Cy Coleman- Playboy's Theme Franco Altissimi- Lounge Bossa Alessandro Alessandroni- Italian Sunset Elmer Bernstien- A Little Tipsy David Rose- Love For Sale Leith Stevens- Private Blues Henry Mancini- Free And Easy Nicolas Godin- Passion Femme Blue Martinis- You Turn Me On Baby Rebecca Angel- Jet Samba Teddy Randazzo- April Nino Rapicavoli -Doctor Moo Warren Barker-Lopaka's Beat Jerry Goldsmith- Ladies Will Kindly Remove Their Hats Daniel Pemberton- I, Spy Lola Albright-Hes My Guy Bill Conti-Cocktails Network Music Ensemble-Aperitif On Ice Ran Blake- All About Ronnie

Lounging with Luka...coming soon!

In this episode we sit down with Mark Mueller of Mueller Furniture to discuss: - How he got started in the family business - How and why they have focused on expansion - How and why they still invest in their Belleville location - The journey to opening their 4th location and warehouse in Fairview soon - How he has navigated working in and growing a family business - Much more

Do you have a number? The saga of Alex trying to beat boarding time at Lisbon (you won't believe he, of all people, made that mistake). A completely charming SWISS cheese board on-board (and cows in the Zurich airport train). Etihad 2.0 are quietly great, a tasteful experience we appreciate (and flying over the Arabian Gulf is a sight to be seen), plus they're now about making money (err, shouldn't it have been the case since the start?). The "Etihad Lounge, The House of the Name of the House of the Lounge of Etihad and Other Airlines that are associated with us, but not really, and we are a good lounge, Lounge" is no more, but Alex isn't sure where he was anyway. A prescient Careem driver takes Alex to the Midfield Terminal, a mirage in a Star Wars movie (will it finally open this December??), but for the moment, the 1970s airport stays your only choice (T3 was opened in 2009, but feels way older). Saudi Arabia is launching a second flag carrier, and another airline, and expansion of airports, and like wow. Floating at 40'000 feet in silence (but with Flightradar). A new A380 UK-based carrier, are they for real? A lounge within a lounge, but it's Louis Vuitton. Super Mario Bros Warp Zones in Madrid.

Oxie is away this week so Michael called in a guest host and they did not disappoint! XP Waste welcomes Carter from The Lumbridge Lounge as the guest host this week! They talk podcasting, maxing, updates and more!

Jason DeRusha wonders if you change your clothes once you get home, and University of Minnesota Morris Athletic Director Matt Johnson discusses what happened the night they had no basketball officials.

Alston, Tim, Cristina, and Chretien break down their favorite Walt Disney World lounges within the resorts!Follow the hosts on Instagram @TravelmationPodcast

Tin Foil Hat Alert: Brad Pitt lounging with topless woman; Emily Ratajkowski complains about guys who can't handle dating independent women; Boobs on Tubes: Our Youtube vortex takes us to a little public access show from the 70's and 80's; Game Show Roulette: Match Game!

High Budtenders are choppin' it up about the distribution of cannabis lounge licenses in Las Vegas and what the monumental economic effects that cannabis lounges will eventually have on the State of Nevada.Tune in to High Budtenders Potcast on all major podcast services (Apple Podcasts, Stitcher, Spotify, iHeart Music, Amazon, etc..,) or at www.highbudtenders.com/pocastWe Thank you for listening and as always...Stay High, Budtenders!

High Budtenders are choppin' it up about the distribution of cannabis lounge licenses in Las Vegas and what the monumental economic effects that cannabis lounges will eventually have on the State of Nevada. Tune in to High Budtenders Potcast on all major podcast services (Apple Podcasts, Stitcher, Spotify, iHeart Music, Amazon, etc..,) or at www.highbudtenders.com/pocast We Thank you for listening and as always...Stay High, Budtenders!

Tonight a Spy themed show with the tunes a spy might relax to. www.cocktailnation.net Dave Lowe- No Time To Die Hugo Montenegro-Thunderball Sam Rivers- Euterpe  Denis Farnon- Highballs At Villa Rienza Baby Grand- Just Drive Teddy Randazzo-The Countess Dave Grusin-The Girl From U.N.C.L.E. James Bond Sextet-Casino Royale Robby Poietivin-The Syndicate Robert Short-  The Cairo Connection Robert Short- Nassau Night Moves Dan Stein-Elegant Manhattan Pepper Greenwald-Morocco Henry Mancini-Blue Mantilla Pepper Greenwald-Rooftops SpyFi-Theme From The World Espionage Bureau   Dave Lowe- No Time To Die Hugo Montenegro-Thunderball Sam Rivers- Euterpe  Denis Farnon- Highballs At Villa Rienza Baby Grand- Just Drive Teddy Randazzo-The Countess Dave Grusin-The Girl From U.N.C.L.E. James Bond Sextet-Casino Royale Robby Poietivin-The Syndicate Robert Short-  The Cairo Connection Robert Short- Nassau Night Moves Dan Stein-Elegant Manhattan Pepper Greenwald-Morocco Henry Mancini-Blue Mantilla Pepper Greenwald-Rooftops SpyFi-Theme From The World Espionage Bureau

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We have a special guest on today's show! Justin Monorail from the Passholder Lounge Podcast is here to lounge with us at Disney.  We go over our favorite in-park, hotel, and Disney Springs Lounges, where our favorite spots are to get a drink and relax the day away. IF you're looking to go lounging at Walt Disney World in Florida, to Disneyland in California, take a Cruise or just travel, contact a travel agent at Main Street and More Travel and have one of us make your trip easy and stress FREE!! Oh did I mention that it's FREE to use a travel agent from Main Street and More?  If you like the show, please subscribe to us on Apple Podcasts (formerly iTunes), Stitcher, Podbean or anywhere you listen to Podcasts! You can always join us on our The Mouse and More Podcast Facebook Group  and follow us on  Twitter  and  Instagram   @ The Mouse and More Podcast! And IF you REALLY like us, please give us a review on iTunes, we love Good Reviews! Hope you enjoy this episode, talk to you soon!!