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#1177 - Leadership isn't just for people in top positions—it's for anyone willing to act with purpose. In this episode of The BIGG Success Show, George and Mary-Lynn revisit a powerful graduation speech by former Nebraska coach and congressman Tom Osborne. He tells the inspiring story of Brook Berringer, a backup quarterback who became a team leader through his actions, not his title. Drawing from this story and other examples, George and Mary-Lynn share three simple but powerful tips to help you lead from wherever you are—whether you're at the top, in the middle, or just starting out. BIGG Takeaway: Leadership is about impact, not titles. Find our show notes here: https://biggsuccess.com/?page_id=13613 Thanks so much for listening, - George aka "The Professor" & Mary-Lynn P.S. Want to serve more people and make a BIGGer difference? Take our Life Purpose Quiz today! BIGGsuccess.com/LPQ

Join Artemis Program Manager Annita Lucchesi and Artemis Coordinator Paige McMahon as they explore a pioneering conservation initiative: an all-women's hunting lease in Tennessee, managed by Artemis. Guests Ashley Chance and Mary Lynn share the story behind the lease, discussing the difficulties women face accessing hunting land, especially in the Southeast. They highlight how this project provides a safe community, builds confidence, and uniquely empowers women by teaching practical land management skills—from running equipment to planning prescribed burns—fostering a deeper connection to conservation and creating potential leaders in the outdoors. As sportswomen, we don't fit into any box or stereotype but enjoy being our full, authentic selves. There is no one definition of a sportswoman – Artemis celebrates the million ways to be one, and uplifts sportswomen as unique leaders of the sporting world and conservation. We are a nationwide community reflecting the diversity, leadership, expertise, and sisterhood of women hunters and anglers. Artemis sportswomen encourage one another in their growth and success as hunters and anglers, and role model women's leadership in caring for the lands and waters we harvest from and know so well. Join us in our work to elevate sportswomen as sporting and conservation leaders today! Learn more: https://artemis.nwf.org/ Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Join Artemis' Mary Lynn, lease manager and passionate outdoorswoman, for a behind-the-scenes tour of Artemis Sportswomen's Tennessee hunting lease. Nestled in the Cumberland Mountains, this 1700-acre property is a hub for learning, connection, and hands-on conservation. From a sustainable, hand-built camp to a gear closet stocked for every outdoor pursuit—deer hunting, turkey calling, fly fishing, and more—this episode showcases how Artemis is empowering women to dive into the outdoors, get their hands dirty, and shape wild spaces from the ground up. As sportswomen, we don't fit into any box or stereotype but enjoy being our full, authentic selves. There is no one definition of a sportswoman – Artemis celebrates the million ways to be one, and uplifts sportswomen as unique leaders of the sporting world and conservation. We are a nationwide community reflecting the diversity, leadership, expertise, and sisterhood of women hunters and anglers. Artemis sportswomen encourage one another in their growth and success as hunters and anglers, and role model women's leadership in caring for the lands and waters we harvest from and know so well. Join us in our work to elevate sportswomen as sporting and conservation leaders today! Learn more: https://artemis.nwf.org/ Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

This episode of Artemis, Program Manager Annita Lucchesi sits down with Mary Lynn, Artemis Lease Manager in Crab Orchard, Tennessee, and Kelly Ott, a passionate hunter and mentor, to talk about the power of place—and what it means to have access to land and a community that uplifts women in the outdoors. Mary and Kelly share the story behind Artemis' 1,700-acre lease in Tennessee, how it's creating opportunities for women to learn skills from land management to hunting, and why mentorship is at the heart of it all. From first-time hunters to lifelong woodswomen, this conversation is full of laughs, heart, and a whole lot of inspiration. As sportswomen, we don't fit into any box or stereotype but enjoy being our full, authentic selves. There is no one definition of a sportswoman – Artemis celebrates the million ways to be one, and uplifts sportswomen as unique leaders of the sporting world and conservation. We are a nationwide community reflecting the diversity, leadership, expertise, and sisterhood of women hunters and anglers. Artemis sportswomen encourage one another in their growth and success as hunters and anglers, and role model women's leadership in caring for the lands and waters we harvest from and know so well. Join us in our work to elevate sportswomen as sporting and conservation leaders today! Learn more: https://artemis.nwf.org/ Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

#1174 - Author Robert Pirsig once said, “The secret to a fulfilled life is high-quality engagement with others.” In this episode, George and Mary-Lynn unpack four timeless truths from his writings that align beautifully with the entrepreneurial mindset. Find our show notes here: https://biggsuccess.com/?page_id=14542 Thanks so much for listening, - George aka "The Professor" & Mary-Lynn P.S. Are you searching  for more  fulfillment? ? Take our FREE Life Purpose Quiz to make sure: BIGGsuccess.com/LPQ

Imagine finding out your date lives a double life – not as a spy, but as a celebrity. In this revealing episode of the PMS Podcast, hosted by Pauly Shore at Jam in the Van, actress and comedian Mary Lynn Rajskub shares her hilarious and unexpected experiences of dating while famous. Known for iconic roles in 24, It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia, and Little Miss Sunshine, Mary Lynn opens up about what it's like when the guys she's dating suddenly realize they're dating a celebrity. From the awkward surprises to the unfiltered truths of dating as a public figure, Mary Lynn keeps it real in ways that only she can. Adding to the excitement, this episode features a live musical performance by Grammy-winning artist Lisa Loeb, bringing her signature sound to the Jam in the Van stage. In the crowd-favorite “Got Talent” segment, Doc Gunn showcases his unique act, delivering surprises at every turn. Pauly's regular cast keeps the energy alive with Nicole Tran as his quick-witted sidekick, Graig Agop on production, Joelberg on drums leading The Busters, and bartender Ryan Mirvis stirring up laughs and cocktails. This 66th episode of the PMS Podcast combines comedy, celebrity life, and live music with the unique vibe that Jam in the Van fans love. If you're curious about what it's like to date a celebrity, a fan of Mary Lynn's razor-sharp humor, or just here for the live energy, this episode has it all. Catch the laughs, stories, and behind-the-scenes moments with Mary Lynn Rajskub as she dives into the surreal reality of dating as a celebrity. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

In this episode, we speak with Dr. Mary Lynn, an obgyn at Loyola University Medical Center, about the often overlooked topic of female sexual wellness and dysfunction. From low libido and pain during sex to emotional barriers and hormonal shifts, we explore the physical, mental, and emotional aspects that can impact sexual health. Our goal is to foster understanding, break down stigma, and provide practical insights. Dr. Mary Lynn is an associate professor in the Department of Obstetrics and Gynecology at Loyola University Medical Center. She is the co-director for the Loyola Sexual Wellness Program and recently published on outcomes of this multidisciplinary program in the Journal of Sexual Medicine. She is active in research and mentored medical students through the Star program as well as research honors. Dr. Lynn created the women's sexual health education module which is part of the curriculum for 3rd year medical students and she lectures to them regularly on this topic. Currently, she serves on the International Society for the Study of Women's Sexual Health education committee and as well as the Faculty Advisory Board for the Medical Student Forum on Female Sexual Medicine. Additionally, she contributes to the Sexual Medicine Society of North America women's sexual health committee and acts as an advisor for the Medical Student Forum on Female Sexual Health. She is an oral board examiner for the American Osteopathic Board of Obstetrics and Gynecologists and serves on the recertification committee. She is a PCM1 Advisor and active on the Loyola IRB committee. Her current research focuses on Women's Sexual Health Medical Education and Sexual Health in Pregnancy. For further questions, Dr. Lynn can be reached at mlynn@lumc.edu  Episode produced by: Rasa Valiauga and Jaqueline Tarsitano Episode recording date: 10/14/24 www.medicuspodcast.com | medicuspodcast@gmail.com | Donate: http://bit.ly/MedicusDonate

Today on What's My Frame I'm joined Mary Lynn Wissner, award winning Casting Director and founder of Voices Voicecasting with over 25 years of experience. Mary Lynn has been hearing and casting the perfect voices for thousands of TV, radio, animation, film, games, virtual reality, industrials, podcasts, documentaries, toys, e-Learning, IVR, audiobooks, promos, events and dubbing productions.  Mary Lynn is always listening; she hears voices, she delights in nuance and texture; she seeks out the character and the unexpected, she knows tone and delivery…and she knows how to direct talent to get the perfect read.  In today's episode Mary Lynn takes us behind the scenes on her casting process, empowers actors to find their most authentic read, encourages them on how to build a firm foundation in Voiceover and so much more. Now let's get to the conversation! Learn more about: The VO Pros and Private coaching with Mary Lynn --- What's My Frame, hosted by ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Laura Linda Bradley⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Join the WMF creative community now! Instagram: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠@whatsmyframe⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ TikTok: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠@whatsmyframe⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠IMDb⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠What's My Frame? official site ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Join our monthly newsletter!⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠What's My Frame? merch⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠  --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/whats-my-frame/support

This is a free preview of a paid episode. To hear more, visit www.prettyfunnybusiness.comSPOILER ALERT: THE MOMS ARE ALWAYS RIGHT.Will Aitken joined us for episode 12 of Pretty Funny Business Season 2, and logged a major grievance against his wife, Mary Lynn, who allegedly chose to not pick up a Cinnabon for him while she was out running solo errands across the street from the mall. Will called up Mary Lynn to interrogate her live, but unfo…

This episode Doug interviews Mary Lynn Palmer, a long time member of our church - who discusses in more detail her roll with the Faith Community Nurses. To learn more go to the FPC or Faith Community Nurse Network websites.

In the latest episode of the Simply Fit Podcast I have the pleasure of speaking with Mary Lynn Cloghesy.Mary is an novelist and founder of the Leadership Literary Lab where she's on a mission to to help experts in their fields write exceptional nonfiction books.Writing is a powerful tool, there's something about being able to articulate what's in your mind and get what's in your head onto paper.Writing practices such as journaling are growing in popularity year on year even in our modern world and it doesn't seem to be slowing down. And in today's episode, you're going to find out exactly why along with so much you didn't know about the world of writing.In this episode you can expect to learn…Why writing can be so therapeutic and transformative. What steps you should take if you've got some big ideas and want to transform them into a book.Along with what to expect if you do take on the task of taking your writing from a hobby into a career.So without further ado, Mary Lynn Cloghesy.WhatsApp Me About Coaching: https://wa.me/message/5XQONDOZJCKUE1Connect with me on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/elliothasoon/Join my email list: https://mailchi.mp/0d9cb5771a96/ehc-weeklyFind Mary Lynn:Website: http://leadershipliterarylab.com/LinkedIn: http://www.linkedin.com/in/wildrosewriterDon't forget to subscribe too so that you don't miss any future episodes.

In the latest episode of the Simply Fit Podcast I have the pleasure of speaking with Mary Lynn Cloghesy. Mary is an novelist and founder of the Leadership Literary Lab where she's on a mission to to help experts in their fields write exceptional nonfiction books. Writing is a powerful tool, there's something about being able to articulate what's in your mind and get what's in your head onto paper. Writing practices such as journaling are growing in popularity year on year even in our modern world and it doesn't seem to be slowing down. And in today's episode, you're going to find out exactly why along with so much you didn't know about the world of writing. In this episode you can expect to learn… Why writing can be so therapeutic and transformative. What steps you should take if you've got some big ideas and want to transform them into a book. Along with what to expect if you do take on the task of taking your writing from a hobby into a career. So without further ado, Mary Lynn Cloghesy. WhatsApp Me About Coaching: https://wa.me/message/5XQONDOZJCKUE1 Connect with me on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/elliothasoon/ Join my email list: https://mailchi.mp/0d9cb5771a96/ehc-weekly Find Mary Lynn: Website: http://leadershipliterarylab.com/ LinkedIn: http://www.linkedin.com/in/wildrosewriter Don't forget to subscribe too so that you don't miss any future episodes.

Janice Leone describes how it feels getting monster fucked. By Bardot1990. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. My name is Janice. The following story is set in Northeast Louisiana in 1844. Mary Lynn, Gretchen, Annie, & Polly Lynn were sitting with me at the wedding reception for Abby. The girls had sex on their minds and imagined what Abby's wedding night might be like, tonight.  After several tawdry comments, Mary Lynn turned to me and said; "Janice, tell us 'bout Blue again. I don't know how you do it. I couldn't get a dick that big up in me without a shoe horn an' a brick!"Gretchen: "Yeh, Janice, tell us! I still cain't get over how you said you warn't never gunna get you a woodpile slave. An' now you got the best one!" Annie: "I dunno that he's the best one. He might be the biggest one. I still say that Charlie Nelson can fuck rings around jist about anybody I know, white or black. That boy can work it!" Janice: "Well, I ain't tested Charlie out yet." Annie: "It ain't like I ain't offered you the chance." Janice: "You mean that time down to your pond? When Abby took my turn? I warn't ready then. I warn't broke in good. You knew that. You wuz tryin' to get me to do sump'n I warn't ready for. I'll try him now, though. I'm good an' broke in now, some might say." Mary Lynn: "Tell us, Janice! Is you done did to him lately?" Janice: "Yeah. We done it yesterday. Cain't you see I'm walkin' funny?" Polly Lynn: "I noticed. I ain't wanna say nuthin." Janice: "Well, if you'd had your legs cocked open for a hour an' a half an' a big ole elephant trunk snappin' in your cunt, you'd be walkin' funny, too." Gretchen: "A hour an' a half?" Janice: "If I'm lyin', I'm flyin." Mary Lynn, Jennie and Annie (in tandem): "Dang." Polly Lynn: "Did you make him lick you? That's the part I wanna hear." Janice: "He licked me. Front and back. An' I licked him, too." Jennie: "He give you a back lick?" Janice: "Of course. He's grown. He ain't like our biddy li'l boys what don't want to go the full measure. He licked me clean." Jennie: "Front and back? Janice: "Yep. Front, back, knees, pits, toes, taint and titties. I ain't no li'l girl no more. What? You think he spent the whole hour'n a half humpin' my cunt? I'd be dead! An' so would you, for that matter. Ain't I told you he got a elephant trunk in his pants?" Mary Lynn, Jennie and Annie (in tandem): "The full measure! Wow!" Janice: "Do you want me to tell the story or don't you?" Mary Lynn, Jennie and Annie (in tandem): "Do tell; Do tell!" Janice: "Okay. So you know my Pa an' my brother come to town early to help with the dance setup, right? That left me and my Ma home alone. So I'm lying in my bed an' it occurs to me that I ain't had none in a few days. I could tell because my cunny had got hot and achy, an' that only happens when she ain't, well, she ain't did what a good cunny is 'posed to do. I don't want get too much into it. All of us has been there from time to time. "So I wondered if'n I had the time to go get Blue. Usually, I'll give him a hint to come up to the house real late after everyone goes asleep. But I ain't had the time yesterday to pull his coat. I'd thought he was goin' to town with my Pa. But my Pa ain't took the carriage to town. Him and Jake rode the horses. So that left me with a achy cunny and no way to cool her off, less'n I used my hand, an' I ain't wanna do that if'n I could get a message to Blue. Who wants a hand if'n you can get the real thing? If you polish pearl an' the real thing shows up, you might don't have the energy to handle the ride, you know? Anyway, that was how I saw it. "So I was gunna see if I could sneak down an' get him. I peeked out my door an' I ain't see anything stirring. So I was gunna make a run for it. Jist as I was rampin' up to go, I seen my Ma sliding out! She had her nightdress on an' a overcoat. I don't know where she was goin', but I didn't want her to see me peekin' out, so I slipped back into bed an acted like I was asleep. "By and by, I ain't hear nuthin'. She jist disappeared into the night. I figured she must'a forgot sump'n an' went to get it. But she was gone for so long, an' my ache jist wouldn't go away, I knew I had to do sump'n. So I gathered up my courage an' I slipped out of my bedroom. I tiptoed over to the front door an' peeked out. I ain't see her anywhere. An' I ain't wanted to sneak out and have her catched me on her way back from wherever she was. "Finally, I took a deep breath an' I jist run out the front door. I told myself that if I come across my Ma, I'd tell her I went to axe her sump'n an' she warn't in her bedroom. I said I'd say I got panicked and run out lookin' for her. Anyway, that sounded good to me. An' my Ma would believe me, if it come to that. "Really, I was on my way down to Blue's place in the field worker quarters. I was gunna roust him up and have him come up to the house. I knowed better than to have him in my room or for me to stay at his place, because my Ma would come an' check on me soon's she got back from wherever she was. So I was gunna tell him to climb up into the loft where Jake sleeps an' wait for me there. Even if my Ma checked on me, I could always call down from the loft an' tell her where I was. She wasn't gunna climb up. "So I get down to Blue's hut. I peek in. Don't you know he's already got a dark gal mounted up an' she's jist a roilin'! He's got this stupid smile on his face, you know, that look they get when they's locked in? You like it when they get that look because they're sot jist so and won't cum, so's you can jist roil and roil an' don't have to worry 'bout re-energizin' a floppy dick or wipin' jizz off a leaky cunny. "He sees me in the window. I give him the thumb jerk. He knows that means I want him to come up to the house. He's thinkin' I give him the thumb jerk earlier an' he musta missed it, because he give the maid gal a tap on her ass an' told her to finish up. She musta already had got hers because she ain't made too much of a complaint about gettin' shorted. She eased her cunny off him and reached for her clothes. His dick was still rock hard. When I see that I run back to the house an' waited. I knowed he would come. "I get back to the house an' my Ma ain't made it back yit. I wasn't too worried. She usually knows what she's about. I was jist concerned that she would come up jist as Blue was comin' up, you know? I ain't wanted that. So I waited at the front door till I see him comin'. I rushed him in an' I told him to skeedaddle up into the loft an' wait for me in my brother, Jake's bed. I peeked out for a bit, lookin' for my Ma, but she never showed up. By an' by my cunny ache told me she'd be alright. My twat ain't often wrong. I climbed up into the loft behind Blue. "Once't I got up there I lit a candle so's I could see. He's up there, alright, dick in hand. He ain't washed it since he'd been up in the maid girl's cunny, so he had that "I been fuckin'" smell; you know how it do. Some folks don't like it. I used to didn't like it, but I've got used to it. It don't bother me now as much as it used to. "Anyway, I know I've said this before, but that durn Blue is one good looking boy. He's got that ebony skin, bald head, and them big muscles. His eyes are hazel, an' he's got lips like a girl. Not femmy, I mean, but kinda, what's the word? Sensitive? Sensual? That's the word. Sensual. You'd like to kiss him. That's what I mean. Usually you jist want a field worker to fuck 'cause his dick can crawl way up in you and scrub the areas where a regular dick don't reach, most times. But with Blue, you jist wanna suck on his lips an' his tongue an' his neck while his dick is scrubbing you out. An' you feel like, kinda like, a woman. You know? "Plus, you wanna talk about Prescott Gaston can suck some cunny? He cain't hold a candle to Blue. That big boy can suck a cunny like it was a chicken bone, an' won't leave nary bit of gristle, nor fat, neither. You ain't got to axe Blue for the pooty-woo. He'll lick you back to front, front to back, top to bottom and side to side. You get done with a Blue lickin' session an' it's jist like you'd had a hot bath on a Saturday. An' we ain't even talked about his dick yet. "Anyway, I was sayin' I lit a candle and Blue was there on my brother's bed with his dick in his hand. He stood up and stroked it till it stood up on its own. He knows I like that. Lemme tell you, once't his dick gets hard? He can bend his head down and suck it on his own. One time I dared him to do it, an' he did it, an' I thought it was the most amazin' thing. He wasn't ashamed or nuthin'. I watched him suck it for a minute or two, then I jumped in an sucked it for him. I ain't wanted him to take my job out ah my hands. He might wouldn't wanna mash his dick up in my cunny no more. I couldn't have that. "But I ain't had him suck hisself yesterday. I wanted to kiss him an' he had that other girl's cream all over his dick. I ain't wanna taste that, so I needed to twatted him up in my own fur, like Annie said, before I put my mouth or his mouth on it. "So I had him lie down on his back an' I clumb up on him an' I eased myself down on it. You 'member the first time him and me did it standin' up an' I ain't had no problems gettin' it in because I was so wet and horny with The Taint? Well, that was then. I ain't got The Taint now. So you can jist imagine it's a bit more harder'n it was the first time I done it to him. "I pointed him into my fur and jiggled around till my cunny lips was situated roundst that big ole dickhead as best as I could get it. Felt like he was mashin' my cunny lips into my thighs, he was so thick. So I give a li'l push and he widened me. But I still couldn't fit his whole thing in. I give another li'l push. An' another. But it ain't seem like he was gettin' any deeper, an' I needed him to be real deep, because my burn don't start from the front of my cunny. It starts from the back an' it plugs into my clit at the front. That's what makes her hard and wobbly, less'n somebody gives her a suck. "So I says to him, I says: "I'm gunna need some grease, it appears." "He knows what that means. So I crawled up his chest with my pooty and I give him the woo right off the bat. I put Hilda May, ya know, that's what I named my nub. I put her right in his mouth to let her blossom from the forest. When she got good and hard, I give him my front hole to lick. Then I give him my back hole. Then the front hole again. Then I went back and forth between the two with the quickness, jist ah-sloshin' him up. I'm humpin' his face. One time I turned around an' give him the chance't to lick up my crack from the back. I opened my eyes that time an' here's his dick, right in my face! But he still had that maid girl's cunny juice caked up on it, so I ain't wanna suck it. "But my back lick felt so good! I had them colored lights flashin' behind my eyes an' my innards was cookin' with fire. My cunny was drippin' cream and Blue was jist ah-lappin' it up. An' I had this monster dick staring me in the face. Jist ah-quiverin'! I says to myself, I says: "Lemme cunny this dick up proper so's I can suck it. This don't make no sense, him suckin' me an' I cain't suck him back. No sense at all!" "So I turned around again. I'm still on top, you see, squattin' on the balls of my feet. An' I pointed his dick back into my twat. This time it went in easier. I got the head in, anyway, an' that's the widest part. Now all I'd got to do was work the other fifteen inches in! So's I grit my teeth an' set about the task. My cunny don't seem to mind the smell of another woman's cunny on a dick. It's my nose that makes those objections. An' I meant to suck that dick that day, you hear me? I mean, after I'd twatted him up a bit. "So I'm ridin' him. Slow at first, but a li'l faster an' a li'l faster each time down the pole. I meant to scrub that dick clean. That's the best part of havin' a thick, red carpet like I gots. It's better'n a washrag an' soap. It soaks up all the leftover cunny juice an' don't leave nuthin' but fresh, clean Janice on a pole. "Meanwhile I'm thinkin': "You know, I ain't never had the full fifteen inches. The most I've had is maybe the first thirteen." I always leave the last couple inches dry. Well, not totally dry. I give him some crawly drip, sometimes, when I'm on top. Anybody would. But that don't really count. I ain't never been able to rub my Hilda May, my clit, up against his nappy, you know? You know how it feels good to scrape your clit up against a boy's fur, sometimes, an' jist rotate? Especially nappy big boys, because it's got all that friction, all that kink? Well, Hilda May ain't never been acquainted with Blue's patch. I lay it ain't a passel of women can say they clits ever touched Blue's nappy patch, leastways not whilst his dick was up in 'em. "So I says to my clit, I says: "Hilda May? Today is your day." "So I'm countin' the inches. Sev'm inches. Eight. Ten. 'Lem. I get to twelve inches an' my cooch is gaspin' for air. Blue ain't jist long. He's thick! I got 'nuther three inches to go an' I feel like I'm in the deep end of the pond swimmin', gotta come up for air occasional, less'n I'll drown. But I'm on top, so's it ain't so noticeable. When he's whalin' away from the top he don't give a gal the chance't to breathe proper. Jist Bam, Bam, Bam! I dunno. It feels good, but you don't get the chance to breathe, is all. "Okay, so I'm grippin' a full thirteen. I look down an' my cunny is jist tremblin', huffin', an' puffin' like a prizzner on a chain gang. Hilda May is rock hard, jist ah-dancing along his pole like a li'l snotty marble. She's happy. Smilin'. She's plugged. But she ain't the one puttin' in the work. It's my cunny that's strainin' to breathe, not my clit. "I'd got two inches to go. I give a li'l push. An' then another. I looked down. Dogged if'n I ain't right where I started! Them last two inches warn't gunna come easy. I see Hilda May stretchin' to reach Blue's nappy patch. She can see it. She can smell it. She jist cain't reach it. An' now she ain't so happy as before. She reckoned: "I thought you said you wuz gunna roust me up against his nappy patch?" So I go (to my cunny): "Come on, Sally! Let's don't leave Hilda May danglin'!" (Sally's still gaspin' for air, donchuknow.) "An' I give another li'l push, this time harder than before. Seemed like I gained another quarter inch. So I tried it again. Sally is strainin' now. She's sweatin'. Me an' Blue are doin' it, but it don't feel as good as it should 'cause now I'm competin'. If I'd left well-enough alone I coulda had busted a nut or three by now. "But no. I'd got sot so's I had to rub up against his patch. Or bust! An' I'm jist abusing my cunny, my Sally, with Blue's pole, like me an' her ain't the best of friends. "Well, anything that's worth doin' is worth doin' right. Blue could tell I was strainin' to swallow him whole. He helped me as much as he could. But a cunny is only so deep, you know? If you got a thirteen-inch cunny it don't translate proper into a fifteen-inch cunny. An' you might stretch her out of shape in the attempt, an' she might don't bounce back. An' then when you get married, your white man won't never hope to fill you up. An' then you'd got to spend the rest of your life with a wrecked, an' outta shape cunny that cain't wrap up a regular dick an' lets it flop around in there like a peppermint in a jar. "I looked down an' see he still had an inch an' a half of black snake pokin' out from my twat. Dry! An' Hilda May is jist ah-throbbin'. "Girls? I give up, right then an' there. I eased up. I told Hilda May to get to scrubbin' that pole clean and don't worry about his patch. If we get there, we get there. But it don't make no sense to try an' force a king dick into a hole that ain't long enough to 'commodate. You know? "Okay, so I decided to long-stroke him. I'd been inchin' down, you know, a inch down, a half a inch up. That way I figured I could get the full fifteen. Once I give up on that idea, I figured I'd do what I could with the top thirteen inches and damn the final two. So I drew my Sally all the way up to the tip, most let him fall outta me, jist hangin' in by the short hairs. Then I went all the way down, till I was full, thirteen inches in. An' I give him the swirl. Then I drew all the way up again, till his dick tip kissed my cunny lips real tender. Then I went all the way down again, till I could feel that big old cockhead budgin' up against the very back of my cunny. I give him the swirl again. "We done it like that for about ten minutes, till he cum. Anybody woulda. I was goin' faster an' faster towards the end, there. I wanted him to cum before me. Usually it's me that cums first. I was ready to cum the whole time, though. When I felt his jizz shootin' into me, I give a li'l shiver with my cunny an' I slurped it up good. Now I know I'd got the maid girl's juice shaved off proper, I knowed it was time for me to get down to business. "So after he got hard again, I knowed I had him. I could mangle him up like a pretzel and he warn't gunna splatter no time soon. So, first thing first, I give him the pooty-woo. I crawled up on his face an' I fucked his tongue from one hole to the other, whilst I sucked his dick. I sloshed my cunny all up in his face and scrubbed his nose up in my fur. I give him his jizz back 'long wit' some 'o my cream. An' I sucked the livin' shit outta that dick, girls, sucked it dry! I held that log in both my hands and jist bobbed on it. Chile? I cum over an' over an' over. It seemed like I couldn't help but sizzle. Dick in the mouth? Tongue in the ass? Girl? You ain't never had it so good. "He licked every smatterin' o' cream from betwixt my legs. He nibbled my cunny lips. He sucked purple hickeys into my ass cheeks. Here, look. You wanna see? (Here, Janice lifted her skirt and pulled her drawers down partially to display a series of intermingled purple/black bruises on her backside that looked more like the result of a beating than an amorous encounter.) "I got a couple o' these upwards of my navel, too. An' look! There's one on the back o' my knee. I ain't seen that one till now. I'd show you the hickeys on my cunny lips, but you prolly couldn't see 'em under my fur. My whole cunny is purple blue, ladies. An' it ain't all jist because of the suckin'. I told you he had my legs cocked open for a good while as he sausaged me up. We'll get to that directly. "Anyway, after I cum about four times, I clumb down down off his face. I hotched up on the edge of Jake's bed, on my knees, an' I waggled my doodihole in his face. "Go on and put it in," I says to him, real sultry-like. "You know you want it." "He went to put it up my cunny. But I wanted to try him up my poop chute. So when he pointed it at the wrong hole, I dipped a bit to let him know what time it was. He ain't no fool. "He prized me open an' eased it in. I was still wet from the lickin' he give me. He gripped my butt cheeks and prized them open, too, so's he could get some lev'ridge. It ain't never easy gettin' a dick that big up a doodihole. I ain't you, Jennie. My doodihole is a clencher. She's tight. But we managed. "Once't he got it in, he commenced to rammin'. Kaichakata! Kaikakachao! Each time he rammed it forward he got a li'l further up my doody. See, unlike a cunny, a doodihole ain't got no back. You can jist ram an' ram. An' if you ram long enough you can feel his nappy up against your butt cheeks, while your navel gets tickled from inside. Mine's an innie, sept when Blue rams fully in. An' sometimes you can feel his nuts slappin' up against your clit, if he's rammin' it proper. They'll swing. "Welp, I felt his nuts slappin' me from the back. An' his nappy hairs was scrubbin' my taint real nice. I don't mind sayin', it felt purty good. Not as good as the first time, mind you. But purty good. That first time he went up my poop chute was the best. I like to fainted, I was so hot. Steam was shootin' out my butt! But this time was purty good, too. He jist gripped my hips and roiled in an' out, kinda slow and happy. That first time he fucked my ass it was like he was mad at me for sump'n. I dunno why it feels better like that; angry fuckin', but it does. "He ass-fucked me till I cum. Then he pulled it out and cunny-fucked me from the back till I cum again. Then he ass-fucked me again. This time he cum in my butt and greased me up with lather. I clenched on him real good an' by the time he pulled out he was hard again. I ain't meant to do that, but I did. "Now I'm gettin' worried. I don't think I've got another nut in me to bust. I'm ragged out, girls; burnt! An' this cinnamon boy is wagglin' another stiffy in my face, a huge, gynormous fat boner that's been up in countless other cunnies, some 'um deeper'n mine, (but it seemed like I could smell all 'um on it at once, ever' last stinkin' cunny that monster dick has been smashed up in, includin' mine.) "An' now I dunno if I've got the stremff to floppy him up like I'm s'posed to. "So I rolled over onto my back an' I cocked my legs open. He mounted me an' eased his dick inside me. Thirteen inches in one go, all the way to the back. He jist held it there. "Now he's looking into my eyes real familiar. Most times a field boy won't look you in your eyes. But Blue is looking me in my eyes like he knows me personal, an' I guess he does since his dick is up in me right now and has been all night, jist ah-pokin' through the forest. I give him the same look right back. "You know I told you I kissed him that first time? Right on the mouth. I give him some tongue and some hickies, too. I done that, don't axe me why. This time, though, he looked like he wuz gunna kiss me. "Don't let nobody tell you that field boys is docile and you can do whatever it is you want to 'em. Some ain't docile. Blue ain't, anyway. "He turnt his head to the side an' come closer and closer to my lips. I was a li'l scared. I mean, after all, he is muscled field boy, right? It's one thing for me to kiss him. It's another thing for him to kiss me. He come closer and closer an', 'fore I knew, he tongue was in my mouth. Girl? If I was ragged out a minute ago, here come the fire. Jist a ragin'! That one kiss juiced up my cunny like she warn't never doused! She's steamin'! You kiss him one time and see don't your cunny juice up like hot butter. "So we commenced to fuckin'. An' we're kissin' an' we're fuckin' to beat the band. He pulled my titties up to his mouth an' he sucked them for a time whilst his dick was churnin' up my fur. Then he went back to kissin' me. He reached over an kissed my pits, too, wooly hair and all. He went to suck a hickey in 'em, but I stopped him, because somebody would be sure to see. I ain't let him suck my neck, neither. But I ain't wanted him to be unhappy, so I pushed his face down to my cunny and let him suck her from the front for awhile. When he come back up I reached down an' eased his dick back into where it was sposed to be. "An' we fucked and fucked and we fucked. I dunno where I got the energy from, but I give as good as I got. I twiddled my hips an' let him wedge up in me as far as he could go. I kissed him an' sucked his neck. Oh, girl! It was heaven! I jist rode the top of that wave without crashin', an' I jist lilted along. Seemed like I could jist have his whole body jist crawl up in me and hibernate like a big ole grizzly bear! "By an' by I felt sump'n I ain't felt before. His patch was rubbin' up against Hilda May! Yes! I'd took the full fifteen! I looked down an' he's jist a grindin'! "Now, I'ma tell y'all the troof. I don't think he punched another two inches into my twat. It ain't another two inches in there to punch. I think he got pressed up against the back of my cunny and she was so wet she bowed him up. Yes! My cunny made a li'l hump arch in this stiffy that warn't there before, opened up a li'l air pocket in her. Widened' me out, so to speak. An' that's the thing that give me the bulge on him! Anyway, Hilda May was happy. She 'sploded an' made me cum two times, one right behind the other, she was so happy to be mashed up against his nappy patch like that. "By that time we'd been at it for a hour an' a half. My legs was wrapped around his butt an' he's still jist ah-humpin' me; he's got my head cradled in one elbow, titties gripped tight in the other hand, squeezin' out the milk. Oh Lawdy! I wuz tired and sloppy wet. But I wuz happy! I kissed him real tender for a time an' I sucked at his dick with my twat. I'm whispering the nasty in his ear, I'm sayin': "Fuck it to me! Gimme that dick, Blue! Oh! Fuck it to me, you bald-headed, cunny-lickin' monster of a pipe-layin' boy!", you know, like Abby would say. "The next thing I know he's sprayin' me again! Jist ah-pumping' it out. I could feel his hot jizz leakin' down over my butt cheeks, jist ah-bubblin' outta my cunny. Pa-ploop! Ba-loop-a! Pa-Plook! I like to died! "The next thing I knew, the sun was comin' up. I heard a rooster crowin'! An' I'm still layin' in Jake's bed with this big beast on top of me, drippin' with cum! "I give him a sharp push: "Blue! Blue! Wake up! You gotta go!" "He was knocked out. Snoozin'! When I pushed him, all of a sudden he come to realize where he was. He jumped up and gathered up his clothes. I climbed down the ladder to see if anybody was about. I peeked into Ma's room. She's snorin'. So I waved Blue down from the loft. I peeked outdoors. It was a couple of workers up and about already to tend the crops, so I went outside an' ordered them around to the back of the house. Then I called Blue out. I ain't had to call him twice. He run down to the quarters like a wildcat was on his tail. "So I went back up to the loft. The whole room still smelled like we wuz fuckin' sump'n fierce. I jist lay down in Jake's bed and basked in it. I says to myself, I says, "That's what a real woman's cunny smells like, boys. Have a sniff an' shame the Devil!" "Yeh, I'm getten sweaty just talking bout it. I fucked him. I fucked the shit out'n him, ladies." To be continued. By Bardot1990 for Literotica.

Gretchen Thomkins' First Time By Bardot1990. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. Gretchen Thompkins lay awake in her bed. She was alone, reflecting over her day even as she anticipated good times at the upcoming Louisiana Harvest Dance, a fixture in small communities of the antebellum South. Like her neighbor Annie Leone, Gretchen was a big farm girl, just shy of six feet tall, with thick thighs and burnished blonde hair that trended auburn. She had luscious tits, green eyes and (not surprisingly) well developed biceps. Gretchen was also something of a tomboy. She had a quick temper; Gretchen would fight at the drop of a hat.Now nineteen, she was a year older than Annie. The two girls were good friends even though they'd had several scuffles over the years. Gretchen won most of these. Gretchen's fiery temperament bled over into her sex life. She liked to wrestle. Men who desired a home deep in her wet spot had to fight for it before, during and after the fact. This was largely due to Gretchen's history. Her earliest sexual experiences occurred while wrestling boys, Gretchen's favored sport. From childhood she found that she could quickly subdue male competitors using superior strength and leverage. Half-nelsons, arm-bars, ankle-locks and tight waists were her stock-in-trade. During one such contest with Ray Ray, a black slave from her farm, she found herself astride him, pinning his arms to the ground. Though fully clothed, their genitals mashed together as Ray Ray struggled to counter her winning hold. Gretchen felt an inexplicable cylindrical lump rising in Ray Ray's groin. It didn't have the angular power of an elbow or a knee or a femur. She knew how to counter those anatomical weapons. No, this lump pressed her labia apart in a manner she found disconcerting yet delightful, even though she was fully dressed. She held Ray Ray down and surreptitiously rubbed herself up and down the length of this lump. She was puzzled to find that this motion pacified her competitor in proportion to her own arousal. It seemed to sap his will to compete. For some reason he stopped struggling and offered his increasingly firm lump up to her thrusts, though she thought she'd disguised this grinding action as a natural wrestling move. Something felt strange about this position. If Ray Ray really tried, she felt he could throw her off. Astride him like this, she didn't have him properly locked up. At least his shoulder blades wouldn't be exposed to the ground. She noticed that he didn't seem to be trying very hard to escape. Also, as deeply as she pressed him, Gretchen still felt like an unfilled abyss. She felt she possessed a canyon that could subdue Ray Ray's lump, and was designed to do so, and would enjoy doing so, yet she couldn't quite figure out how to accomplish it. Anyway, this rubbing felt pretty good. In minutes a great warmth enveloped her, then an increasingly bright light, then a fibrillating rush. Finally something inside her musculature snapped and rocketed Gretchen into a realm of blissful exuberance. Her breathing became strained. Her toes trembled. She struggled to merge her groin with Ray Ray's lump through their clothing, casting her prior reticence to the winds. When she recovered from this pall, Ray Ray's eyes were fluttering. He was actively massaging her groin with his lump. By now, it straddled up to his navel. His hands gripped her buttocks. He seemed to be on the verge of the same type of preternatural collapse Gretchen had just experienced. Gretchen leapt off his body, flipped him over and snapped him into a three-quarter nelson. She cradled him up so that his shoulders touched the ground as his body painfully doubled over upon itself. "Say uncle!" she demanded. Ray Ray struggled uselessly. He was locked in. "Say it!" she demanded again. "Uncle!" gasped Ray Ray. Gretchen let him go. She stretched out on her elbows and smiled at him. "I told you I could whup you," she chided. "What was that, move, you did when you were on top, there?" he asked, ignoring her challenge. "I dunno," she answered. "First time I've done that. It just happened like that." "Let's do that again?" he asked hopefully. "Tomorrow," Gretchen replied. "I gotta get back to the house." She spent the better part of a year wrestling with Ray Ray like this. No one knew of their bouts. Even touching a white woman in any sort of physical manner would have brought the full weight of Southern culture down upon Ray Ray. Despite this risk, Gretchen liked him. She especially liked manhandling him. It made her feel powerful. In fact, the wrestling was Gretchen's main reason for their interactions. She was largely ignorant of the sexual connotations borne of this close contact. Their next two matches offered no opportunity for a rehash of their earlier grind session. Gretchen took him down and mounted him from behind, working his arms and legs into position for a winning pin. On the third encounter, though, Gretchen deliberately struggled to a position atop his groin, elicited his lump and dry humped him until they extemporaneously exploded in tandem. Gretchen recovered quickly and pinned him again. She noted a huge, dark wet spot on his cotton pantaloons afterward. Had he peed himself? It wasn't until weeks later that Ray Ray was able to mount and dry hump Gretchen from the superior missionary position. She splayed her legs open for him. This felt good. A few encounters later he was able to hump her from behind. After he splattered in his shorts, he flipped her over and pinned her for the first time. She let him. Gretchen concluded this encounter by reaching into his pants to draw out his moistened lump. Her curiosity won out. As she suspected, it was his penis. But it wasn't as stiff now as it had been during their match. It was limp and sticky. It looked like the regular penises she'd seen around the farm dangling between the thighs of exhausted slaves. It smelled like her brother Tommy smelled, sometimes, when he returned home from the slave quarters. It flopped out of her fist and doubled over across her knuckles. Creamy fluid oozed from its tip. After considering it for a few moments, Gretchen impetuously reached down and took it in her mouth. This seemed a natural progression of her curiosity. In seconds Ray Ray's cock bloomed aloft, doubling in size and girth. Gretchen was amazed. "This is what you been pressing me with, not that shriveled up other thing," she said. "How do you get it stiff like this?" Boldly, Ray pushed her down. He pulled her swimming shorts down to her ankles, exposing her golden bush. Ray Ray drew an admiring gasp. Gretchen's pussy gaped open before him. "What are you doing!" Gretchen erupted. With that she kicked off her shorts and proceeded to give Ray Ray a grappling lesson for the ages. She twisted him up like a pretzel, bending his body into angles it was never designed to accommodate. His dick retained its tumescence, however, even managing to stiffen into a characteristic rigor. This, too, sapped his resistance to Gretchen's skill. For her part, Gretchen was perplexed. Someone had told her that men's penises behaved like this. Now she'd seen it for herself. She released Ray Ray. They both stood. Ray Ray's cock stood straight out, unapologetically seeking the liquid warmth of her aforementioned chasm. Gretchen abruptly turned and trotted away, re-donning her swim shorts as she tiptoed thru the underbrush. She was breathless and disheveled. Why had Ray Ray introduced his naked penis into a wrestling match? What did that have to do with a competition she was inevitably destined to win? What was this strange, musky taste in her mouth? Still, she felt an otherworldly emptiness and knew, somehow, that Ray Ray's dick was designed to mollify that hunger. "I'd better ask somebody," she thought. The following week Gretchen broke protocol and brought her best friend, Polly Lynn Bannister, to her meet up in the woods with Ray Ray. Polly Lynn was a couple years older than Gretchen. She was a stunning brunette with hair cascading deeply down her back and wispy freckles o?" Polly model of a woman. Predictably, the young Negro was shocked at this breach of confidentiality. Spanning back a decade to childhood, their wrestling matches had always been a secret, something fun between the two of them. Not even Gretchen's brother knew of their meet-ups in the woods. Gretchen and Ray Ray wrestled and talked and laughed. Sometimes they caught frogs and snakes and put them together, screeching as the frogs scrambled to escape becoming a meal. All their years of athletic foreplay had led to this one?" Polly smirked. "This is the boy you been tellin' me about? This one?" Polly smirked. "Yes, this one. He's a good enough beast," Gretchen retorted. "I seen him someplace before," Polly noted. "Of course you seen him. He's ours. He lives on our place!" Gretchen said. Like most whites of the day, Polly didn't consider that slaves had actual lives, not lives of consequence in any case. They were servants, little else. They only interacted with whites at the behest of the whites. If Gretchen hadn't mentioned Ray Ray, Polly would have been blithely unaware of his existence. "You sure you gonna keep this to yourself?" Gretchen worried aloud. "Girl! I said I wouldn't tell. And I won't. Let's have a look at it." Polly shot back. "Show her, Ray Ray." "Huh? Show her what?" Ray Ray asked. "That thing in your pants. Show her." "I ain't a-showin' dis gurl my dick!" "Oh, jist pull it out. She ain't gon' say nuttin' to nobody. I already told her about it." "What you done tole her?" "I told her 'bout us rasslin'. An' I told her 'bout you gettin' hard sometimes." "You gon' get me in trouble!" Ray Ray expostulated. "I ain't gon' tell on you boy," Polly interrupted. "Jist lemme see what she been braggin' about." "Brag'n? I ain't been braggin'! I jist, I jis," flustered Gretchen. "Let's see it, Ray Ray." Polly smirked. Reluctantly, Ray Ray flumped his penis from his pantaloons. It was already thick with anticipation, yet just now was receding. One could almost see the erectile blood rushing back into his body as fear of Grethen's unannounced friend took hold. "It's usually a lot bigger'n this, Polly." Gretchen allowed. "I should guess so." Polly replied. "I seen black cocks his age with dicks as long as your forearm. It's God's way of repayin' 'em for bein' our slaves. Some 'um swing like a elephant trunk runnin'. Ain't nuttin' out'n the way about this un, though." "My dick ain't li'l!" Ray Ray snuffled. "Who said it was?" Polly retorted. "I jist said other black boy's dicks is bigger, is all." "Well, Miss Polly, if you like I can make it as big as you please." Ray Ray offered. "Oh you can, can you? Well do it, Mr. Smartie. Let's see you make it happen." Ray Ray gripped his dick and began to stroke it for the white girls. This staunched the receding blood flow. His dick thickened and lengthened. In less than a minute, Ray Ray's cock stood proudly erect before them. "See? I told you!" said Gretchen. "Well, it's bigger'n what it was a minute ago. I still seen bigger. Paul Gaston's Peter is bigger'n that. And he's white!" "You bad thing! When did you see Paul Gaston's peter rabbit?" Gretchen giggled. "I told you about that. I done it to him that weekend. You remember? Rev. Jefferson was doin' the big Revival meetin'? An' we sneaked off?" "Oh yeah! But wait a minute! How'd you see his peter rabbit? You said y'all did it from behind with your clothes on!" "Well, I ain't actual see it. But I felt it goin' in. An' it felt a lot bigger than this blackie's dick I'm seeing here." "Oh, you jist makin' up stories to make me feel bad. Maybe your pooty was smaller that day an' it just felt like his poker was bigger'n it really was." "I know a big un when I see 'em an' when I feel 'em. An' this one's okay. It ain't nuttin' special, though." Polly drawled. "Is you gon' he'p me with this boy's dick or ain't you?" Gretchen finally asked. This brightened Ray Ray's outlook some. He'd begun to wonder if this was some dick measuring competition designed to make him come up short. Too, he began to wonder after Polly's intentions and her rationale for being there. "You gon' let him put it up in you? For real?" Polly smirked. "I will if you will," Gretchen conceded. "You know I will. Dicks don't skeer me none, white or colored." Ray Ray's heart skipped a beat. Both? "Well, don't let him pee in you. I want him to pee in me this time," Gretchen commented. Neither girl seemed conflicted by such bold conversation, especially insofar as Ray Ray's consent had yet to be considered. "Girl! I keep telling you: that's not pee. Pee is yellow. Don't you know anything?" Gretchen taunted. With that, Polly began to shed her clothing. By the time her tits popped out both Ray Ray and Gretchen were transfixed. Ray Ray had never actually seen a white woman's tits before. Polly's nipples were pink, not black like those of most black women he'd seen. "Well?" Polly paused. "Are you gonna just stand there and stare? Take your clothes off, boy." This broke Ray Ray's spell. He hurriedly doffed his simple cotton tunic and shorts. Presently he stood fully naked. His penis lurched upwards with each new visual exposure to Polly's nakedness. "You, too." Polly ordered Gretchen. Soon enough all three were butt naked. "What now?" Gretchen asked hopefully. Polly shook her head contemptuously after the manner of a good friend whose best friend has just asked the stupidest question ever in the history of the universe. She started to kneel before Ray Ray but quickly thought of a better opening. "Come here, Ray Ray. get down here. On your knees." Ray Ray complied. Polly stepped to him, leading with her vagina. Ray Ray noted that Polly's pussy wasn't nearly as hairy as other pussies he'd seen. Here she was, the eldest of the three, and her pussy looked like a youngster's, it was just now growing in. It was dotted with raven black nubs along the edges. Longer silky black hairs ran up and down the line of her slit, giving the distinct impression of an incoming cleft-beard. Moreover, Polly's pubic outline grew in the perfect shape of a heart. She bore no perimeter stragglers. Her pussy looked handcrafted, too perfect to be real. Ray Ray glanced over at Gretchen's lush auburn forest. The two triangles could not have been more differently arrayed. "Don't be shy. Lick it." came Polly's order from above. She thrust her cleft towards his nose. Ray Ray noted Polly's vaginal contours again, these just inches from his nose. Her abdomen was pleasingly flat. It tapered down into a luxuriant vulva that bulged slightly from Polly's profile before scooting under into her rump. He could see Polly's hipbones protruding through the roundness of her hips. Her pussy didn't resonate like that of any pussy he'd ever sniffed. It smelled tidy. Perfumed. Elegant. Timidly, Ray Ray closed his eyes. He poked out his tongue. Polly nudged her pussy forward. She rested her clit against the tip of his tongue. "See? He'd like us to do this to him," she said to Gretchen, who stood by, eyes wide with wonder. "But let's let him do us first. Come on over here. You'll like this. It feels good. Better'n all that dry humpin', anyway." She began to roil her pussy slit against Ray Ray's tongue in small, jerking circlets. When the young man displayed hesitance, she gripped the back of his head and pulled his face back to her mound. She began to hump his mouth with an increasingly exaggerated vehemence, as if her clit possessed leverage, drawing her ass back slowly before firing it forward aggressively. Her vulva's five o'clock shadow scraped his chin. Gretchen, who'd yet to ever feel skin-to-skin contact against her vagina (other than her own hand), looked on with awe. "Come on, over, Gretchen," Polly huffed. "Take your turn. I'm, I'm almost." Gretchen didn't move. Polly seemed to be in the grip of an ague. As he licked her cunt, Ray Ray's dick lurched upward from between his kneeling thighs. Each time Polly arched her slit along the tip of his tongue Ray Ray's dick bounced comically. Gretchen suppressed a giggle at the sight. Polly stepped back from Ray Ray. Her body spasms made her movements seem strained. Her eyes were unfocused. She trembled like an elderly matron. Her hips juked with unpredictable jags. Gretchen noticed that Polly's clitoris bounced in unison with Ray Ray's unwettened cock, all pink and jiggly. "Okay, your, turn," Polly mumbled as wavelets of tremble encumbered her body. Gretchen looked down at Ray Ray. He was still kneeling. The prospect of Gretchen's sex stabilized his bouncing cock some. It protruded from between his thighs with barely a wobble. Gretchen felt her canyon aching. This was the thickness that had so roused her passions. It wasn't meant to be on her. It was meant to be in her. She looked back to Polly. The girl was still jagging from contact with Ray Ray's tongue. Yet his dick was ten times bigger. Gretchen's pussy snapped tight at the size disparity. With a little trepidation, Gretchen stepped up to face the kneeling black boy. Her hairy pussy was in his face, fragrant with anticipation. He ignored this, choosing to look up at her face with a glance that pleaded "Is this what you really want?" They both knew that Gretchen's time had come. She didn't want tongue. She wanted something more. She touched his cheek with her fingertips and returned this unspoken realization with her eyes. Ray Ray lowered onto his ass and laid back on the floor. Slowly, she knelt straddling him, carefully positioning her vagina for intrusion. Ray Ray's cock pronged straight up, aware of her descent. Gretchen held onto Ray Ray's shoulders for balance. When finally she felt his bulbous cockhead at her entrance she paused for the briefest of instants. There would be no turning back. This wasn't wrestling. She knelt further and, as his cock peeled her open she felt the same tremors that so afflicted her friend Polly. Down, down and further down still she crouched until Ray Ray's cock filled her completely and her golden hairy pussy lips kissed his nappy pubic mound. She'd been told that this first intrusion would be painful. It was not. It was delightful. She withdrew slowly. Her joy at being so coupled built and doubled. She lowered herself onto him again. The feeling of sexual ecstasy quickly began to blister Gretchen into Polly's realm. She raised up and probed downward once, then twice more. Suddenly, she felt a steaming hot wetness pouring from Ray Ray. An explosion of light, heat and sound invested her entire body, propelling Gretchen into the glory of her first penile orgasm. The two conjoined lovers united with Polly in the Kingdom of Prurience. There they withstood the flashing lights, the zoom and the sway for as long at they might before collapsing to the grass beneath. As usual, Gretchen was on top. "Dang. That was quick," observed Polly dryly. She watched as Ray Ray's semen drained from Gretchen's cunt, coating his balls in milky seepage. She could see his testicles seize up periodically as he pumped the remaining drippings of his seed into the big white girl. "It don't look like I'm gon' get a turn," Polly remarked. This challenge brought Ray Ray around. The prospect of doin' it to two white girls in the same day tweaked his ardor. He tapped Gretchen on her butt. She seemed oblivious to Polly Lynn's comments. In fact, she looked to be on the verge of sleep. "Hey," he whispered. "Hey! Miss Gretchen!" Gretchen snapped her head awake. She was still absentmindedly grinding her pussy against his cock, only in smaller, post-coital, less frantic circlets. "Yes?" she asked. "Miss Polly say she want to get her turn," he whispered. Gretchen took a deep breath. She looked over her shoulder at Polly standing there, arms crossed, tapping her feet diffidently. Gretchen leaned back a little from atop Ray Ray's dick. It felt spongy and soft inside her. She looked down the line of her torso to see it still lingering there, trapped between her labia. She arched her pelvis a little more and watched as his dick oozed from her pussy, inch by inch, like a fat slug pouring thru a posthole. Finally it flopped out of her cunt and flumped casually against Ray Ray's thighs. Gretchen's chasm was empty again. She rolled over onto her butt and bounced up snappily. "That was fun!" she smiled as semen trickled down her thighs. "Yeh, well I ain't showed you everything," Polly commented. "You shoulda let him lick your pussy first, like I showed you. Then your nut woulda been stronger. You wouldn't be so bouncy fresh. You'd be crumpled." "I was crumpled for a minute there. You saying his tongue feels better'n his dick? His dick is way bigger'n his tongue." "You got a dick, too, in case you didn't know," Polly continued. "It ain't as big as his dick but it's where that bouncy fresh feeling comes from. You don't need to have his dick up in you to feel like that." Gretchen was too embarrassed to admit that she wanted, no, needed to have her canyon filled. She couldn't imagine a better outcome than to have a thick stiffie between her legs, igniting her pinkness with churn. She withheld comment as Polly stepped across Ray Ray's prone body, knelt, and pushed his slippery limp cock up into her own neatly trimmed pussy. "Now watch this," Polly grunted. She began to suckle at his limp penis with her pussy. She didn't hump him. She just squatted over him and, using her cunt muscles, sucked his soggy prick inside. Once engulfed, she unclenched and let gravity slowly drag Ray Ray's cock earthward while her heated vagina clasped his foreskin, pulling it up and over his pud. When his dick was almost ready to plop from her grasp she sucked him back in like a diner slurping a strand of spaghetti. It was an exercise in sexual gymnastics that amazed both onlookers. Slowly, Ray Ray's dick hardened enough to counteract the downward pull of gravity. Only then did Polly begin to churn and roil atop his cock. She sought Gretchen's eyes and gave her a devilish smile. "This is how you do it," she growled in a husky, decadent voice. With that Polly began to fuck Ray Ray, slamming her pelvis against his with the force of a jackhammer. She held her tits separate from his with outstretched arms. Only the merger of their genitalia indicated a connection between them. Unlike Gretchen, Polly had no historical ties to Ray Ray. He was just "one of them Thompkins property". He had a sizeable black dick, that's about all she knew. Tomorrow, Polly wouldn't even remember Ray Ray's name. "Don't cum in me," she whispered to Ray Ray, ignoring the fact that his cock was lathered with semen prior to the start of their intercourse. "You heard me?" she whispered through grated teeth. "I said, 'Don't cum in me.'" "Yes'm," replied Ray Ray. "Okay then," she growled, picking up the pace. She began to fuck Ray Ray ever more quickly, like a Chihuahua humping a bumblebee. He tits fluttered. She climaxed again and again without slowing the pace of her assault. She knew that, at some point, Ray Ray would be obliged to splatter. But since Gretchen was already soiled with his issue, she felt that Ray Ray might be able to withstand a lengthy session inside fresh puss. She didn't realize that Ray Ray had already cum twice inside her. He was working towards a third orgasm when Polly issued her stern caveat. He was young; his dick was prime for pussy. Multiple orgasms weren't a problem. They were a feature. Ignoring her orders, Ray Ray came inside Polly's pussy yet again. The frenetic pace of their intercourse disguised his seminal emissions, making them somewhat akin to a popgun, quick, but certainly not lethal. The black kid launched his jism repeatedly without pausing or losing the pattern of their coital rhythm. He erupted and re-hardened shortly thereafter, neither slowing perceptibly nor grimacing with the telltale climactic facial rigor of the satiated. Adrift in her own miasma of sensuality, Polly never suspected him of malfeasance. After her fifth orgasm, however, Polly Lynn began to suspect that Ray Ray was frontin'. Her pussy was smokin' hot. Her abdominal muscles burned with fire. Her clit bloomed and ebbed like a strong man's dick, turtling obscenely at the apex of her labia. Surely, this young blackie should have cum already. A dead man would have. Yet when she dismounted him, his cock was still rock hard, hanging steady at a sixty-degree angle. It stank with the smell of fuck. She watched it quiver, drenched in cream. Polly couldn't decide whether this was fresh cream or leftover jizz from his earlier session with Gretchen. She mounted him again and redoubled her efforts, garnering two more gargantuan orgasms in the process. Ray Ray hung in there. His dick endured. Finally satisfied, she rolled from atop him, wiping sweat from her forehead with her forearm. Her pussy throbbed. "Your turn," she mumbled weakly to Gretchen. Gratefully, Gretchen mounted her wrestling partner, pointing his spiring cock into her wetness. She felt him part her slit and slide easily into her pinkness. His dick pulsed with virility. They fucked for thirty seconds before exploding into bliss. Each preening thrust scraped open newly active nerve endings that made this second encounter between them singularly memorable. Gretchen boiled aloft and snapped her pussy tight about his cock with the fire-snapple crack of a bullwhip. Semen ejected from her pussy in a concentrated stream resembling piss. Polly looked on disgustedly. "I done fucked this blackie six ways from Sunday and she makes him bust nuts in five seconds?" She looked down at her pussy as if to chastise it for ineptitude. Lying in her bed now, Gretchen recalled that epic first session from nearly a year ago. She reached down to finger herself absentmindedly. Gretchen still wrestled Ray Ray in the meadow nowadays. More often than not their wrestling sessions ended with his dick in her puss. Sometimes she sucked him. Sometime he licked her. Sometimes they didn't even get around to wrestling. Gretchen knew this couldn't go on indefinitely. Ray Ray was black. She could never invite him home to dinner. She sighed with resignation. Maybe she'd meet a capable white boy at the Harvest Dance. To be continued. By Bardot1990 for Literotica. The Antebellum Pussie Possie: Part 6 Janice Leone describes how it feels getting monster fucked. By Bardot1990. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. My name is Janice. The following story is set in Northeast Louisiana in 1844. Mary Lynn, Gretchen, Annie, & Polly Lynn were sitting with me at the wedding reception for Abby. The girls had sex on their minds and imagined what Abby's wedding night might be like, tonight.  After several tawdry comments, Mary Lynn turned to me and said;"Janice, tell us 'bout Blue again. I don't know how you do it. I couldn't get a dick that big up in me without a shoe horn an' a brick!" Gretchen: "Yeh, Janice, tell us! I still cain't get over how you said you warn't never gunna get you a woodpile slave. An' now you got the best one!" Annie: "I dunno that he's the best one. He might be the biggest one. I still say that Charlie Nelson can fuck rings around jist about anybody I know, white or black. That boy can work it!" Janice: "Well, I ain't tested Charlie out yet." Annie: "It ain't like I ain't offered you the chance." Janice: "You mean that time down to your pond? When Abby took my turn? I warn't ready then. I warn't broke in good. You knew that. You wuz tryin' to get me to do sump'n I warn't ready for. I'll try him now, though. I'm good an' broke in now, some might say." Mary Lynn: "Tell us, Janice! Is you done did to him lately?" Janice: "Yeah. We done it yesterday. Cain't you see I'm walkin' funny?" Polly Lynn: "I noticed. I ain't wanna say nuthin." Janice: "Well, if you'd had your legs cocked open for a hour an' a half an' a big ole elephant trunk snappin' in your cunt, you'd be walkin' funny, too." Gretchen: "A hour an' a half?" Janice: "If I'm lyin', I'm flyin." Mary Lynn, Jennie and Annie (in tandem): "Dang." Polly Lynn: "Did you make him lick you? That's the part I wanna hear." Janice: "He licked me. Front and back. An' I licked him, too." Jennie: "He give you a back lick?" Janice: "Of course. He's grown. He ain't like our biddy li'l boys what don't want to go the full measure. He licked me clean." Jennie: "Front and back? Janice: "Yep. Front, back, knees, pits, toes, taint and titties. I ain't no li'l girl no more. What? You think he spent the whole hour'n a half humpin' my cunt? I'd be dead! An' so would you, for that matter. Ain't I told you he got a elephant trunk in his pants?" Mary Lynn, Jennie and Annie (in tandem): "The full measure! Wow!" Janice: "Do you want me to tell the story or don't you?" Mary Lynn, Jennie and Annie (in tandem): "Do tell; Do tell!" Janice: "Okay. So you know my Pa an' my brother come to town early to help with the dance setup, right? That left me and my Ma home alone. So I'm lying in my bed an' it occurs to me that I ain't had none in a few days. I could tell because my cunny had got hot and achy, an' that only happens when she ain't, well, she ain't did what a good cunny is 'posed to do. I don't want get too much into it. All of us has been there from time to time. "So I wondered if'n I had the time to go get Blue. Usually, I'll give him a hint to come up to the house real late after everyone goes asleep. But I ain't had the time yesterday to pull his coat. I'd thought he was goin' to town with my Pa. But my Pa ain't took the carriage to town. Him and Jake rode the horses. So that left me with a achy cunny and no way to cool her off, less'n I used my hand, an' I ain't wanna do that if'n I could get a message to Blue. Who wants a hand if'n you can get the real thing? If you polish pearl an' the real thing shows up, you might don't have the energy to handle the ride, you know? Anyway, that was how I saw it. "So I was gunna see if I could sneak down an' get him. I peeked out my door an' I ain't see anything stirring. So I was gunna make a run for it. Jist as I was rampin' up to go, I seen my Ma sliding out! She had her nightdress on an' a overcoat. I don't know where she was goin', but I didn't want her to see me peekin' out, so I slipped back into bed an acted like I was asleep. "By and by, I ain't hear nuthin'. She jist disappeared into the night. I figured she must'a forgot sump'n an' went to get it. But she was gone for so long, an' my ache jist wouldn't go away, I knew I had to do sump'n. So I gathered up my courage an' I slipped out of my bedroom. I tiptoed over to the front door an' peeked out. I ain't see her anywhere. An' I ain't wanted to sneak out and have her catched me on her way back from wherever she was. "Finally, I took a deep breath an' I jist run out the front door. I told myself that if I come across my Ma, I'd tell her I went to axe her sump'n an' she warn't in her bedroom. I said I'd say I got panicked and run out lookin' for her. Anyway, that sounded good to me. An' my Ma would believe me, if it come to that. "Really, I was on my way down to Blue's place in the field worker quarters. I was gunna roust him up and have him come up to the house. I knowed better than to have him in my room or for me to stay at his place, because my Ma would come an' check on me soon's she got back from wherever she was. So I was gunna tell him to climb up into the loft where Jake sleeps an' wait for me there. Even if my Ma checked on me, I could always call down from the loft an' tell her where I was. She wasn't gunna climb up. "So I get down to Blue's hut. I peek in. Don't you know he's already got a dark gal mounted up an' she's jist a roilin'! He's got this stupid smile on his face, you know, that look they get when they's locked in? You like it when they get that look because they're sot jist so and won't cum, so's you can jist roil and roil an' don't have to worry 'bout re-energizin' a floppy dick or wipin' jizz off a leaky cunny. "He sees me in the window. I give him the thumb jerk. He knows that means I want him to come up to the house. He's thinkin' I give him the thumb jerk earlier an' he musta missed it, because he give the maid gal a tap on her ass an' told her to finish up. She musta already had got hers because she ain't made too much of a complaint about gettin' shorted. She eased her cunny off him and reached for her clothes. His dick was still rock hard. When I see that I run back to the house an' waited. I knowed he would come. "I get back to the house an' my Ma ain't made it back yit. I wasn't too worried. She usually knows what she's about. I was jist concerned that she would come up jist as Blue was comin' up, you know? I ain't wanted that. So I waited at the front door till I see him comin'. I rushed him in an' I told him to skeedaddle up into the loft an' wait for me in my brother, Jake's bed. I peeked out for a bit, lookin' for my Ma, but she never showed up. By an' by my cunny ache told me she'd be alright. My twat ain't often wrong. I climbed up into the loft behind Blue. "Once't I got up there I lit a candle so's I could see. He's up there, alright, dick in hand. He ain't washed it since he'd been up in the maid girl's cunny, so he had that "I been fuckin'" smell; you know how it do. Some folks don't like it. I used to didn't like it, but I've got used to it. It don't bother me now as much as it used to. "Anyway, I know I've said this before, but that durn Blue is one good looking boy. He's got that ebony skin, bald head, and them big muscles. His eyes are hazel, an' he's got lips like a girl. Not femmy, I mean, but kinda, what's the word? Sensitive? Sensual? That's the word. Sensual. You'd like to kiss him. That's what I mean. Usually you jist want a field worker to fuck 'cause his dick can crawl way up in you and scrub the areas where a regular dick don't reach, most times. But with Blue, you jist wanna suck on his lips an' his tongue an' his neck while his dick is scrubbing you out. An' you feel like, kinda like, a woman. You know? "Plus, you wanna talk about Prescott Gaston can suck some cunny? He cain't hold a candle to Blue. That big boy can suck a cunny like it was a chicken bone, an' won't leave nary bit of gristle, nor fat, neither. You ain't got to axe Blue for the pooty-woo. He'll lick you back to front, front to back, top to bottom and side to side. You get done with a Blue lickin' session an' it's jist like you'd had a hot bath on a Saturday. An' we ain't even talked about his dick yet. "Anyway, I was sayin' I lit a candle and Blue was there on my brother's bed with his dick in his hand. He stood up and stroked it till it stood up on its own. He knows I like that. Lemme tell you, once't his dick gets hard? He can bend his head down and suck it on his own. One time I dared him to do it, an' he did it, an' I thought it was the most amazin' thing. He wasn't ashamed or nuthin'. I watched him suck it for a minute or two, then I jumped in an sucked it for him. I ain't wanted him to take my job out ah my hands. He might wouldn't wanna mash his dick up in my cunny no more. I couldn't have that. "But I ain't had him suck hisself yesterday. I wanted to kiss him an' he had that other girl's cream all over his dick. I ain't wanna taste that, so I needed to twatted him up in my own fur, like Annie said, before I put my mouth or his mouth on it. "So I had him lie down on his back an' I clumb up on him an' I eased myself down on it. You 'member the first time him and me did it standin' up an' I ain't had no problems gettin' it in because I was so wet and horny with The Taint? Well, that was then. I ain't got The Taint now. So you can jist imagine it's a bit more harder'n it was the first time I done it to him. "I pointed him into my fur and jiggled around till my cunny lips was situated roundst that big ole dickhead as best as I could get it. Felt like he was mashin' my cunny lips into my thighs, he was so thick. So I give a li'l push and he widened me. But I still couldn't fit his whole thing in. I give another li'l push. An' another. But it ain't seem like he was gettin' any deeper, an' I needed him to be real deep, because my burn don't start from the front of my cunny. It starts from the back an' it plugs into my clit at the front. That's what makes her hard and wobbly, less'n somebody gives her a suck. "So I says to him, I says: "I'm gunna need some grease, it appears." "He knows what that means. So I crawled up his chest with my pooty and I give him the woo right off the bat. I put Hilda May, ya know, that's what I named my nub. I put her right in his mouth to let her blossom from the forest. When she got good and hard, I give him my front hole to lick. Then I give him my back hole. Then the front hole again. Then I went back and forth between the two with the quickness, jist ah-sloshin' him up. I'm humpin' his face. One time I turned around an' give him the chance't to lick up my crack from the back. I opened my eyes that time an' here's his dick, right in my face! But he still had that maid girl's cunny juice caked up on it, so I ain't wanna suck it. "But my back lick felt so good! I had them colored lights flashin' behind my eyes an' my innards was cookin' with fire. My cunny was drippin' cream and Blue was jist ah-lappin' it up. An' I had this monster dick staring me in the face. Jist ah-quiverin'! I says to myself, I says: "Lemme cunny this dick up proper so's I can suck it. This don't make no sense, him suckin' me an' I cain't suck him back. No sense at all!" "So I turned around again. I'm still on top, you see, squattin' on the balls of my feet. An' I pointed his dick back into my twat. This time it went in easier. I got the head in, anyway, an' that's the widest part. Now all I'd got to do was work the other fifteen inches in! So's I grit my teeth an' set about the task. My cunny don't seem to mind the smell of another woman's cunny on a dick. It's my nose that makes those objections. An' I meant to suck that dick that day, you hear me? I mean, after I'd twatted him up a bit. "So I'm ridin' him. Slow at first, but a li'l faster an' a li'l faster each time down the pole. I meant to scrub that dick clean. That's the best part of havin' a thick, red carpet like I gots. It's better'n a washrag an' soap. It soaks up all the leftover cunny juice an' don't leave nuthin' but fresh, clean Janice on a pole. "Meanwhile I'm thinkin': "You know, I ain't never had the full fifteen inches. The most I've had is maybe the first thirteen." I always leave the last couple inches dry. Well, not totally dry. I give him some crawly drip, sometimes, when I'm on top. Anybody would. But that don't really count. I ain't never been able to rub my Hilda May, my clit, up against his nappy, you know? You know how it feels good to scrape your clit up against a boy's fur, sometimes, an' jist rotate? Especially nappy big boys, because it's got all that friction, all that kink? Well, Hilda May ain't never been acquainted with Blue's patch. I lay it ain't a passel of women can say they clits ever touched Blue's nappy patch, leastways not whilst his dick was up in 'em. "So I says to my clit, I says: "Hilda May? Today is your day." "So I'm countin' the inches. Sev'm inches. Eight. Ten. 'Lem. I get to twelve inches an' my cooch is gaspin' for air. Blue ain't jist long. He's thick! I got 'nuther three inches to go an' I feel like I'm in the deep end of the pond swimmin', gotta come up for air occasional, less'n I'll drown. But I'm on top, so's it ain't so noticeable. When he's whalin' away from the top he don't give a gal the chance't to breathe proper. Jist Bam, Bam, Bam! I dunno. It feels good, but you don't get the chance to breathe, is all. "Okay, so I'm grippin' a full thirteen. I look down an' my cunny is jist tremblin', huffin', an' puffin' like a prizzner on a chain gang. Hilda May is rock hard, jist ah-dancing along his pole like a li'l snotty marble. She's happy. Smilin'. She's plugged. But she ain't the one puttin' in the work. It's my cunny that's strainin' to breathe, not my clit. "I'd got two inches to go. I give a li'l push. An' then another. I looked down. Dogged if'n I ain't right where I started! Them last two inches warn't gunna come easy. I see Hilda May stretchin' to reach Blue's nappy patch. She can see it. She can smell it. She jist cain't reach it. An' now she ain't so happy as before. She reckoned: "I thought you said you wuz gunna roust me up against his nappy patch?" So I go (to my cunny): "Come on, Sally! Let's don't leave Hilda May danglin'!" (Sally's still gaspin' for air, donchuknow.) "An' I give another li'l push, this time harder than before. Seemed like I gained another quarter inch. So I tried it again. Sally is strainin' now. She's sweatin'. Me an' Blue are doin' it, but it don't feel as good as it should 'cause now I'm competin'. If I'd left well-enough alone I coulda had busted a nut or three by now. "But no. I'd got sot so's I had to rub up against his patch. Or bust! An' I'm jist abusing my cunny, my Sally, with Blue's pole, like me an' her ain't the best of friends. "Well, anything that's worth doin' is worth doin' right. Blue could tell I was strainin' to swallow him whole. He helped me as much as he could. But a cunny is only so deep, you know? If you got a thirteen-inch cunny it don't translate proper into a fifteen-inch cunny. An' you might stretch her out of shape in the attempt, an' she might don't bounce back. An' then when you get married, your white man won't never hope to fill you up. An' then you'd got to spend the rest of your life with a wrecked, an' outta shape cunny that cain't wrap up a regular dick an' lets it flop around in there like a peppermint in a jar. "I looked down an' see he still had an inch an' a half of black snake pokin' out from my twat. Dry! An' Hilda May is jist ah-throbbin'. "Girls? I give up, right then an' there. I eased up. I told Hilda May to get to scrubbin' that pole clean and don't worry about his patch. If we get there, we get there. But it don't make no sense to try an' force a king dick into a hole that ain't long enough to 'commodate. You know? "Okay, so I decided to long-stroke him. I'd been inchin' down, you know, a inch down, a half a inch up. That way I figured I could get the full fifteen. Once I give up on that idea, I figured I'd do what I could with the top thirteen inches and damn the final two. So I drew my Sally all the way up to the tip, most let him fall outta me, jist hangin' in by the short hairs. Then I went all the way down, till I was full, thirteen inches in. An' I give him the swirl. Then I drew all the way up again, till his dick tip kissed my cunny lips real tender. Then I went all the way down again, till I could feel that big old cockhead budgin' up against the very back of my cunny. I give him the swirl again. "We done it like that for about ten minutes, till he cum. Anybody woulda. I was goin' faster an' faster towards the end, there. I wanted him to cum before me. Usually it's me that cums first. I was ready to cum the whole time, though. When I felt his jizz shootin' into me, I give a li'l shiver with my cunny an' I slurped it up good. Now I know I'd got the maid girl's juice shaved off proper, I knowed it was time for me to get down to business. "So after he got hard again, I knowed I had him. I could mangle him up like a pretzel and he warn't gunna splatter no time soon. So, first thing first, I give him the pooty-woo. I crawled up on his face an' I fucked his tongue from one hole to the other, whilst I sucked his dick. I sloshed my cunny all up in his face and scrubbed his nose up in my fur. I give him his jizz back 'long wit' some 'o my cream. An' I sucked the livin' shit outta that dick, girls, sucked it dry! I held that log in both my hands and jist bobbed on it. Chile? I cum over an' over an' over. It seemed like I couldn't help but sizzle. Dick in the mouth? Tongue in the ass? Girl? You ain't never had it so good. "He licked every smatterin' o' cream from betwixt my legs. He nibbled my cunny lips. He sucked purple hickeys into my ass cheeks. Here, look. You wanna see? (Here, Janice lifted her skirt and pulled her drawers down partially to display a series of intermingled purple/black bruises on her backside that looked more like the result of a beating than an amorous encounter.) "I got a couple o' these upwards of my navel, too. An' look! There's one on the back o' my knee. I ain't seen that one till now. I'd show you the hickeys on my cunny lips, but you prolly couldn't see 'em under my fur. My whole cunny is purple blue, ladies. An' it ain't all jist because of the suckin'. I told you he had my legs cocked open for a good while as he sausaged me up. We'll get to that directly. "Anyway, after I cum about four times, I clumb down down off his face. I hotched up on the edge of Jake's bed, on my knees, an' I waggled my doodihole in his face. "Go on and put it in," I says to him, real sultry-like. "You know you want it." "He went to put it up my cunny. But I wanted to try him up my poop chute. So when he pointed it at the wrong hole, I dipped a bit to let him know what time it was. He ain't no fool. "He prized me open an' eased it in. I was still wet from the lickin' he give me. He gripped my butt cheeks and prized them open, too, so's he could get some lev'ridge. It ain't never easy gettin' a dick that big up a doodihole. I ain't you, Jennie. My doodihole is a clencher. She's tight. But we managed. "Once't he got it in, he commenced to rammin'. Kaichakata! Kaikakachao! Each time he rammed it forward he got a li'l further up my doody. See, unlike a cunny, a doodihole ain't got no back. You can jist ram an' ram. An' if you ram long enough you can feel his nappy up against your butt cheeks, while your navel gets tickled from inside. Mine's an innie, sept when Blue rams fully in. An' sometimes you can feel his nuts slappin' up against your clit, if he's rammin' it proper. They'll swing. "Welp, I felt his nuts slappin' me from the back. An' his nappy hairs was scrubbin' my taint real nice. I don't mind sayin', it felt purty good. Not as good as the first time, mind you. But purty good. That first time he went up my poop chute was the best. I like to fainted, I was so hot. Steam was shootin' out my butt! But this time was purty good, too. He jist gripped my hips and roiled in an' out, kinda slow and happy. That first time he fucked my ass it was like he was mad at me for sump'n. I dunno why it feels better like that; angry fuckin', but it does. "He ass-fucked me till I cum. Then he pulled it out and cunny-fucked me from the back till I cum again. Then he ass-fucked me again. This time he cum in my butt and greased me up with lather. I clenched on him real good an' by the time he pulled out he was hard again. I ain't meant to do that, but I did. "Now I'm gettin' worried. I don't think I've got another nut in me to bust. I'm ragged out, girls; burnt! An' this cinnamon boy is wagglin' another stiffy in my face, a huge, gynormous fat boner that's been up in countless other cunnies, some 'um deeper'n mine, (but it seemed like I could smell all 'um on it at once, ever' last stinkin' cunny that monster dick has been smashed up in, includin' mine.) "An' now I dunno if I've got the stremff to floppy him up like I'm s'posed to. "So I rolled over onto my back an' I cocked my legs open. He mounted me an' eased his dick inside me. Thirteen inches in one go, all the way to the back. He jist held it there. "Now he's looking into my eyes real familiar. Most times a field boy won't look you in your eyes. But Blue is looking me in my eyes like he knows me personal, an' I guess he does since his dick is up in me right now and has been all night, jist ah-pokin' through the forest. I give him the same look right back. "You know I told you I kissed him that first time? Right on the mouth. I give him some tongue and some hickies, too. I done that, don't axe me why. This time, though, he looked like he wuz gunna kiss me. "Don't let nobody tell you that field boys is docile and you can do whatever it is you want to 'em. Some ain't docile. Blue ain't, anyway. "He turnt his head to the side an' come closer and closer to my lips. I was a li'l scared. I mean, after all, he is muscled field boy, right? It's one thing for me to kiss him. It's another thing for him to kiss me. He come closer and closer an', 'fore I knew, he tongue was in my mouth. Girl? If I was ragged out a minute ago, here come the fire. Jist a ragin'! That one kiss juiced up my cunny like she warn't never doused! She's steamin'! You kiss him one time and see don't your cunny juice up like hot butter. "So we commenced to fuckin'. An' we're kissin' an' we're fuckin' to beat the band. He pulled my titties up to his mouth an' he sucked them for a time whilst his dick was churnin' up my fur. Then he went back to kissin' me. He reached over an kissed my pits, too, wooly hair and all. He went to suck a hickey in 'em, but I stopped him, because somebody would be sure to see. I ain't let him suck my neck, neither. But I ain't wanted him to be unhappy, so I pushed his face down to my cunny and let him suck her from the front for awhile. When he come back up I reached down an' eased his dick back into where it was sposed to be. "An' we fucked and fucked and we fucked. I dunno where I got the energy from, but I give as good as I got. I twiddled my hips an' let him wedge up in me as far as he could go. I kissed him an' sucked his neck. Oh, girl! It was heaven! I jist rode the top of that wave without crashin', an' I jist lilted along. Seemed like I could jist have his whole body jist crawl up in me and hibernate like a big ole grizzly bear! "By an' by I felt sump'n I ain't felt before. His patch was rubbin' up against Hilda May! Yes! I'd took the full fifteen! I looked down an' he's jist a grindin'! "Now, I'ma tell y'all the troof. I don't think he punched another two inches into my twat. It ain't another two inches in there to punch. I think he got pressed up against the back of my cunny and she was so wet she bowed him up. Yes! My cunny made a li'l hump arch in this stiffy that warn't there before, opened up a li'l air pocket in her. Widened' me out, so to speak. An' that's the thing that give me the bulge on him! Anyway, Hilda May was happy. She 'sploded an' made me cum two times, one right behind the other, she was so happy to be mashed up against his nappy patch like that. "By that time we'd been at it for a hour an' a half. My legs was wrapped around his butt an' he's still jist ah-humpin' me; he's got my head cradled in one elbow, titties gripped tight in the other hand, squeezin' out the milk. Oh Lawdy! I wuz tired and sloppy wet. But I wuz happy! I kissed him real tender for a time an' I sucked at his dick with my twat. I'm whispering the nasty in his ear, I'm sayin': "Fuck it to me! Gimme that dick, Blue! Oh! Fuck it to me, you bald-headed, cunny-lickin' monster of a pipe-layin' boy!", you know, like Abby would say. "The next thing I know he's sprayin' me again! Jist ah-pumping' it out. I could feel his hot jizz leakin' down over my butt cheeks, jist ah-bubblin' outta my cunny. Pa-ploop! Ba-loop-a! Pa-Plook! I like to died! "The next thing I knew, the sun was comin' up. I heard a rooster crowin'! An' I'm still layin' in Jake's bed with this big beast on top of me, drippin' with cum! "I give him a sharp push: "Blue! Blue! Wake up! You gotta go!" "He was knocked out. Snoozin'! When I pushed him, all of a sudden he come to realize where he was. He jumped up and gathered up his clothes. I climbed down the ladder to see if anybody was about. I peeked into Ma's room. She's snorin'. So I waved Blue down from the loft. I peeked outdoors. It was a couple of workers up and about already to tend the crops, so I went outside an' ordered them around to the back of the house. Then I called Blue out. I ain't had to call him twice. He run down to the quarters like a wildcat was on his tail. "So I went back up to the loft. The whole room still smelled like we wuz fuckin' sump'n fierce. I jist lay down in Jake's bed and basked in it. I says to myself, I says, "That's what a real woman's cunny smells like, boys. Have a sniff an' shame the Devil!" "Yeh, I'm getten sweaty just talking bout it. I fucked him. I fucked the shit out'n him, ladies." To be continued. By Bardot1990 for Literotica.

Southern Interracial Trysts on the plantation. By Bardot1990. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. Annie's new swim mate Annette peered cautiously thru the bushes. The young blonde paused, carefully placing each step. She was barefoot and she didn't want to roust any critters. Though she knew this path well it always paid to be watchful. She heard a splash nearby and knew it for what it was. It was Charlie, her brother's black friend and fishing partner. He was swimming alone in the pool. She steeled her nerves to set herself. This is it. One last look up the trail,The black boy swam joyously in the spring. He was a slave. He'd sneaked away from the house, as was his custom, on the premise of going to chop some wood. Then he'd made a beeline for his favorite water hole and taken an hour for himself. He heard Annette's song before she came around the bend in the creek, just as she'd planned. Dressed only in a white shift that came down to her knees, Annette knew what she would find at the spring: ripples. Charlie was gone like a ghost. He couldn't afford to be caught swimming at midday on a workday. But Annette knew where he was. She'd spied on him for weeks. She'd watched his ablutions from a hidden vantage point, watched the clear water cascading over his muscular frame as he swam. She'd watched him step naked from the pool, marveling at the size and girth of his penis, even in cold water. She knew that towards the end of his hour he would step out of the pool, have a leisurely smoke and then slowly masturbate, pumping himself faster and faster by degrees until he reached climax. At the moment of release he would stand up and see how far his ejaculate would fly. On good days he could get a 5-foot pop. Occasionally her brother Ben would meet Charlie at the pool. The two boys were the same age and had grown up together. And while Charlie was technically Ben's slave, the boys were good friends. On several occasions Annette had spied them masturbating for distance and laughed about it afterwards. Charlie invariably won, but not by much. Ben had an admirable cock of his own. Now Annette feigned caution as she stepped gingerly up to the pool. She knew Charlie could see her. She wanted him to think she sought solitude. She looked back up the trail to see if anyone was coming (though she knew no one was). She craned her neck to peer into each crevice and cranny of the woods surrounding the pool. Satisfied that no one was around, Annette shed her shift and stood naked on the bank. She folded her shift smartly and laid it neatly under a tree. Then she stood up and stretched like a great jungle cat. She preened on her toes and bowed her legs like a ballerina. Her pendulous breasts swayed with her movements, making her seem unsteady. But she knew what she was doing. She cupped both breasts and turned them upwards toward her face. The pink nipples were perfectly shaped. She felt a tingle of delight and a deep warmth in her groin. Now she moved her right hand down to her mound of silky blonde pubic hair to caress her clitoris ever so gently. She slid the length of her middle finger over that sensitive member. She felt it spring to life under her touch. It protruded from her pubic mound like a small, budding penis. Partially aroused, Annette stepped into the spring. The cold-water shock cooled her ardor some. She waded out until the water reached her hips. Then she struck out gamely into a standard stroke. She swam completely across the clear pool, stood up and swam back. She knew that Charlie was underwater somewhere, sucking on a reed for oxygen. She knew the boys' tricks. Annette had always been Ben's annoying younger sister, prying into the their antics, tattle taling and trying to get their attention. Now she'd grown into a voluptuous young woman. She wanted a different type of attention. Annette knew this spring well. She'd grown up here. It wasn't hard for her to spot Charlie's air reed or the dark spot beneath the clear water where none ought be. She struck out across the pool again, this time moving in Charlie's direction. She crossed the deep channel and stood up about ten feet from Charlie's hiding spot. She stood up on the gravelly bottom of the pool so that her breasts and part of her pubic mound were exposed. Then she threw her head back and wringed the water out of her hair like a mop. Charlie stood up. Instantly, Annette's hands flew up to cover her breasts and her groin, after the Aphrodite fashion. "What are you doing here, Charlie!" she declared disingenuously. The boy laughed. "That ain't the question, Miss Annette. What are you doing here, runnin' 'round with your cooch are all out? I'm gon' tell Ben." "Oh you didn't see that! You're not supposed to see that!" And she splashed away back across the pool. Charlie took off after her. When they reached the shallows again both teenagers stood up and began splashing each other like children. Charlie used both hands, but Annette still feigned modesty. She splashed with one hand while covering her breasts with the other. Finally, she shrieked, "You win! You win!" Then she hunkered down on her haunches so that the water reached her neck and covered the rest of her body in a thin veil of liquid crystal. Charlie stood over her smiling widely. At nineteen, he was only a year older than Annette. They'd grown up together, albeit on different sides of the nineteenth century social divide. This was not their first splash fight at this spring. "If you tell about seein' my cooch, I'll tell about you being here. You're supposed to be off chopping wood," Annie teased. "You won't tell," Charlie retorted confidently. "Yes, I will. I ain't a-skeered of you, Charlie." She turned from him and swam away leisurely. Charlie followed her, grabbed her by the foot, and threw her over so that she did a full somersault in the water. "Hey!" she said. This move resulted in another splash war, this one longer than the first. "Cut it out, Charlie. I ain't playin' wit' you! Cut it out!" She swam away again. This time she arched her butt out of the water so that Charlie could see the full cut of her vulva. When she surfaced a few feet away, Charlie said, "I seen your cooch again." Annette replied flippantly: "So? You wouldn't know what to do with it if you had it. I seen your peter rabbit a bunch of times. I seen you out here whackin' your pecker. You and Ben, both!" She laughed girlishly. Charlie charged after her. She shrieked and tried to swim away, but Charlie was faster. He grabbed her by the foot again, but this time he drew her to him. He grabbed her around the waist with his right arm and controlled her left wrist with his left hand. "What did you say? What did you say?" He wasn't hurting her. She laughed. "I said I see'd you whacking your pecker. This thing." Annie reached back and grabbed him by the base of his penis. She felt it flop against her forearm. She was again amazed at its heft and girth. At her touch it began to lengthen and harden up the line of her wrist. Charlie was shocked. This was little Annette, Ben's baby sister, a white girl no less, standing here holding his cock. Charlie released his grip on Annette's waist. Annie didn't release his penis in turn. She turned to look him in his eyes. "I seen you do it. Like this." She gripped his nuts with her other hand and stroked him fully erect in a matter of seconds. She pulled his bountiful foreskin back and forth across the rounded head of his penis as she had seen him do, using quick, back and forth jerks of her wrist. The effect was spectacular. Charlie's member sprang upward and outward, a full 12 inches from his kinky pubic mound. The angular ridges of Charlie's lithe, muscular abdomen tightened and flexed as blood rushed into his cock. When he was fully aroused, Annette said casually, "But, like I said, you wouldn't know what to do with it." She swam away from him again. Charlie sprang after her, this time with some difficulty. His erect cock swung back and forth comically, making his movements seem strained and awkward. Annette allowed herself to be caught just as she was entering the deep water. She arched her behind out of the water again so that Charlie could get a closer view of her hairy labia and the golden pink cleft in between. Charlie grabbed both her ankles and drew her back towards him in the shallow water, parting her legs as she came. Annette looked over her shoulder at him with feigned surprise. She fanned her arms like paddles in order to stay afloat. When she didn't fight, Charlie drew her back closer and closer until his erect dick was touching her pussy. He pulled her gently closer, attempting to gauge her interest in penetration. His dick slid up between her cheeks and bounced off her apple-shaped buttocks. Annette looked over her shoulder and giggled. "I told you that you wouldn't know what to do with it," she mocked. She wiggled away. Charlie waded after her, caught her and tried the same maneuver. Same result. Annette taunted him giddily. Again, she arched her butt out of the water to show him the cut of her pussy, but this time she rotated her behind sensuously like a bee, to tease him. Charlie wasn't any stranger to women. Still in his teens, Charlie hadn't been a virgin since the age of 11. A number of grown women had noted his fine features, rangy musculature, clear skin and the bulge in his trousers. This young white girl was taunting him. It was maddening. Charlie waded after Annette again. This time he grabbed her by the hips and arched her butt out of the water so that her vagina was again exposed. She didn't fight him. With her ass already up in the air, Annette leaned forward and parted her legs a bit to give him a better view. This time Charlie slid his penis downward between her ass cheeks until his straining member was positioned at the opening to Annette's twat. Using his thumb as a guide, Charlie pressed her labia apart. His dick slid easily up into her warm pussy. The silky blonde pubic hairs tickled him deliciously as they followed his shaft into her golden-pink slit. Annette's eyes widened in shock as she felt Charlie's heavy penis moving deeper into her cooze. She stood on her tiptoes to further accommodate him. Four inches deep. Six inches. Nine. At ten inches Annette felt full. She felt his thick helmet pressing firmly against her cervix, felt her labia straining wide to engulf more of his massive dick. Standing behind her, Charlie watched Annette's pussy tremble under the heft of his tremendous cock. Her pussy lips jerked and clenched involuntarily. She drew breath in gasps, as if being choked. Charlie held her in place with his dick as deep as it would go. When Annette tried to initiate a natural humping action Charlie held her tighter. He refused to start thrusting into her Instead, he contracted his pelvic muscles to pulse his penis rhythmically, all the while holding it tightly jammed against the back of her pussy. After a few moments of this sort of teasing, Charlie reached his hand around from behind to caress her vulva. He stroked her clitoris roughly with his middle finger. Annette slapped his hand away. She knew how to masturbate a good clit better than he. She began to stroke her own clitoris, seeking to elicit friction by pressing it against Charlie's shaft. They stood there connected at the genitals for several moments without moving. Both teens were shocked that they were actually 'doing it'. Finally, Charlie reached up to cup both her breasts with his hands. He withdrew slowly until he was halfway out of her pussy, then powered his dick back into her hole with a jackhammer thrust. Annette gasped. Charlie repeated the move. Each time he withdrew a little further. Each time his return thrust was a little harder and a little faster. Slow out. Fast in. Annette picked up the rhythm. Charlie watched from the rear mount position as his powerful dick cruised in and out of Annette's pussy. He could see her labia expand and contract with each thrust. He saw his withdrawals pull her hairy mound further and further from its position of safety between her legs, saw it quiver in anticipation of his next thrust, heard the spring water splashing rhythmically in concert with his insistent insertions. Charlie arched his back for maximum effect. He pulled his dick almost completely out of her pussy and fired back in wantonly with the return stroke. Annette loved it. The two teens strained against each other like this for five long, agonizing minutes. Charlie massaged her breasts furiously while driving into her. The cold water splashed upward to provide a sparkling dichotomy to their heated lust. After a time Annette could feel Charlie's breathing become more strained, fervent. His moans became prolonged, with a deeper timbre. She knew what that meant. Annette pushed him delicately in the chest. It was a declination. She tried to arch her pussy off his straining dick. Charlie didn't take the hint. He was insistent. "Charlie, stop it! You can't come inside me!" She gave a little hop, releasing his lever from her pussy. Charlie still gripped her by the tits. Though she hadn't climaxed, she pushed away from his embrace. "What's the matter?" he asked breathlessly. "You know what's the matter. You can't come inside me. I'll get in trouble. You'll get in trouble. How would I look with a mix-race pickanninny?" "You might not get big. Come on, Annie, lets finish," Charlie whimpered breathlessly. "How do you know?" she asked. His dick was still massively erect. It stood between them like a wild thing, seeking the warmth between her legs. There was no doubt that Annette wanted to finish, too. She was almost there. She knew that her words made sense. A white girl pregnant with a black child in Louisiana didn't have any future. But at least she'd be alive. Charlie would be killed. She didn't want that. Annette waded out of the water. She turned to face Charlie from the grassy bank. "You know you're not supposed to be touching a white girl anyway" she chided him. But there wasn't any conviction in her words. His hugely engorged organ was still straining between them. Too, their sex had been better than she'd expected. She really wanted to climax with his dick inside her. Annie's own extraordinarily sized clitoris poked visibly from beneath its sheath, indicating the depth of her arousal. Annette sat down next to her shift as Charlie stepped from the spring. She regarded him with a twinge of regret. "Look Charlie, if I show you something you can't tell anybody, okay?" Charlie was willing to try anything. She called him over. When he was standing over her, she gently cupped his balls with her fingertips. Then she guided his dick into her mouth. She circumlocuted his penis with her tongue, paying special attention to the sensitive nerves on the underside of his pudenda. Then she began to gently suck him, bobbing her head up and down. She pulled her blonde tresses back so that Charlie might watch her efforts more clearly. She gazed up into his eyes confidently. In less than a minute, Charlie erupted in her mouth. Annette sucked down as much cum as she could as quickly as she could. She didn't want Charlie to lose his tumescence. When she felt she'd drawn most of his load, Annette reached over and spread her shift across the grass. She lay back on it, then raised and opened her legs. "Put it in, Charlie. Put it in before it gets soft." Charlie willingly obliged. Her pussy was still wet. He knelt between her legs and placed the purpled head of his partially engorged cock against her clit. He rubbed the sensitive underside over and around her smaller sex organ. Annette moaned in anticipation. She endured as much of this teasing as she could. Finally she reached down to pry his hand from his dick. She gripped his cock resolutely and pointed it into her own wet, turgid flesh. She watched as his black dick disappeared into her pink pussy. Charlie mounted her in the dominant missionary position with his arms supporting his upper body from the grass. He began to pound her with quick strokes, trying to regain his full erection. It didn't take long. Annette was able to engulf his recently milked penis, but as he regained his power she was able to take less and less of him. Having climaxed a short time before, Charlie's cock was less sensitive, too. He began to punish her pussy with long, scimitar strokes. This is what Annette wanted all along. Doggie style, Annette's clit didn't get the attention it needed. But with Charlie arching into her from above she was able to ride the crest of his shaft as it slammed in and out of her sticky pussy. This was heaven. Oh, it was absolute heaven. Annie arched up on her shoulder blades to receive his strokes. She clinched her pussy lips together to provide him with maximum friction each time he withdrew. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead and upper lip as she fought to temper her own orgasm. They assaulted each other in this manner for several minutes. Charlie caught Annette's lambent gaze and locked her eyes with his as he probed every inch of her slippery, pink pussy. He felt the firm but smooth, bumpy ridges in her deep vagina as he slid back and forth, felt her warm pussy walls caressing and tugging at his thick foreskin, laving him with her naturally aromatic lubricants. Annette was amazed at the wealth of sensations she elicited from the feel of Charlie's shaggy foreskin moving inside her. His penis was thick enough, but his rugged foreskin provided her with enormous pleasure. It was pliable and rangy and it added indescribably rich friction to her inner pussy walls. She concentrated on sucking at it with her powerful vaginal muscles. Each time she contracted her pussy, both of them moaned in delight. Now fully erect, two inches of Charlie's massive member still stood out from Annette's pussy. Try as she might, she couldn't get his whole dick inside her. "She took the ten but left the two." From her supine position beneath, she looked down between her tits to watch as Charlie arched and preened inside her. His dick looked like a black lever with thick veins encircling his shaft in bold relief. She watched her golden mound expand and rotate to accommodate his surging thrusts. "God, it's so big!" she thought. "If he stands up, I think he can support my whole body!" But Charlie wasn't thinking about standing up. He manipulated Annette's knees up until they brushed against her breasts. Then he cupped Annette's head in the crook of his elbow and jammed his tongue in her ear. His tongue was hot and rough. Charlie tugged at Annette's earlobes with his teeth while he slowly ground his dick in and out of her pussy. The sensation was ethereal. Annette whispered harshly, "Fuck me! Oh fuck me its so good! Go deep deep deep deeper! Oh that's it! Fuck Me!" Her visceral sexual comments transmuted, by degrees, into a long, guttural groan. She rotated her hips obscenely, ever faster, causing his massive organ to plumb every crevice of her moistened slit. She would do a triple rotation, a tight muscular contraction and then four or five arching hits so that Charlie punished her cervix with his long, deep thrusts. The two teens began to sweat salty rivulets. Finally Annette could take it no longer. She signaled the onset of her climax with a series of high-pitched "Ohs!" Then she rolled over into a position astride Charlie. His dick popped out because of her haste, but only for a second. Annette grabbed his cock roughly, positioned it again at her opening, and slammed down on it as far as it would go. She grinded her clitoris as best she could against his kinky pubic mound. The sensation drove her into paroxysms of pleasure. Her whole body tightened up like a rubber band, then exploded in a series of involuntary jerks, accompanied by her deeply sexual moans. It was hot outside. As her orgasm overcame her, the two were suddenly engulfed in the pungent odor of their coupling. Annette skittered down from her crashing climax, only to realize that Charlie was still fully erect inside her. He smiled up at her bemusedly. Her animated orgasm had pricked his own sensitivity. He was ready to come again. Annette could sense it. "Oh no you don't!" she said as she leapt off his dick. "You crazy, you know that?" Without hesitation she took his member back into her mouth. In no time she'd sucked another load of semen from the boy. Charlie was active in the process. He moved between her mouth and her pussy several times during the coupling. When he finally erupted he was so far down her throat that she almost gagged from the volume of his ejaculate. She held him there in her mouth as his member softened, alternately sucking and licking his dick tenderly. She could smell the aroma of her own pussy on his dick and in his springy public hairs. Charlie held her head with both hands as she slowly bobbed and licked away his remaining cum. Now sated, the two teenagers lay astride the sward on their backs, breathing deeply. "How long you been wantin' to do dat, Miss Annie?" "Me? You're the one that's been out here tossing off into the pool. I seen you. Me and Tilly, too." (Tilly was Charlie's cousin). "Tilly! She been out here, too?" "And Mary Lynn. And Suzy, too" "Suzy! So dat's why she been looking at me funny! I thought I had a booger in my nose or sump'n. You had all dem out here? Together? Do Ben know? He like Mary Lynn. He wanna do it to her!" "Mary Lynn is our cousin!" "Dat ain't what Ben say. He say dey just say she's cousins 'cause her dad and yo' dad is good frien's. He say she ain't no blood kin of your'n" "I'm going to tell her!" "You do and Ben'll give you a whuppin'" "Well, Mary Lynn thinks we're cousins. She seen Ben's peter and she said it was nice but she said she couldn't have it. She said she wanted Your peter rabbit cause it's big!" She reached down to grab his penis, flopping it around like a big, loosely jointed cudgel. "But I got it first!" she giggled. "No you didn't." "What do you mean, I didn't?" "I did it to Tilly two years ago. Up in de barn." "Oh! She didn't tell me that! She lied to me!" "I did it to her twice. And I did it to her again last Christmas when ever'body went to church 'n left me here to watch out. She tole old massuh that she was sick. But she wasn't. She just wanted to do it." "Where'd y'all do it at?" "Right in the pussy!" "No, silly. Where at? In the barn? In the shed?" "You won't tell nobody?" "Nope." "In de front room." "In our house? In the front room in our house?" "Yep." "If daddy finds out he'll skin ye." "If you ain't tell him, he won't find out." "I ain't gonna tell him. But you know Tilly. She gots a big mouth." "She ain't tell you about it, I did." "That's the only thing she didn't tell me about. She tells me everything else. Did you like doin' it to her? Is her pussy better'n mine?" Charlie laughed. "Her pussy ain't as deep as your'n. You got a big un. 'An you gots more hair on your'n. I like that." She reached over and half-heartedly punched him in the shoulder. "My pussy's the best! And don't you forget it!" Charlie reached over and grabbed her with two hands. They began to tussle in the grass, rolling over and over, backwards and forth, but with no real animus. Predictably, the feel of Annette's heavy breasts and her furry mound pressing against his naked body caused Charlie's nature to rise. He was young. And this was fresh, new pussy. Annette felt the distinct poke of his hardening penis and began to wrestle him in earnest. She was a big farm girl, almost six feet tall, and very strong. As Charlie sought the downy warmth between her legs, she clenched her thighs together tightly, acting as if she just wanted to wrestle. Charlie couldn't seem to pry her legs apart. Annette would wrap her legs around his torso or stomach or lower legs, depending on the wrestling hold she was using. They rolled over and over in the grass, with neither able to gain a superior position. Finally, Annette gripped Charlie around the hips from the rear mount position and pressed her pubic mound against Charlie's bare behind. She intertwined her ankles around the back of his knees. From this doggie position, Annie reached around and grabbed his erect member to hold him in place. Then she cupped his balls and tried to stuff them into her slick, wet pussy as she straddled him from behind. It was awkward, but she succeeded in coating his balls with her pussy juices. She gingerly grinded her clit against his taint and nut sac. This only succeeded in getting Charlie frustrated. Each time she pressed the wrong spot, Charlie howled in anguish. His nuts were sensitive! Still, after some minutes of this play, his steaming penis was again fully erect. Charlie wrestled Annette into a position where he was sitting astride her stomach. His knees were on the ground on either side of her. His aching member protruded between her pendulous breasts. Charlie held her arms by the wrists, pinning them to the ground. She struggled, but she couldn't topple him from this position. She kept trying to swing her legs up around his neck to yank Charlie backwards, but the maneuver failed time and again. Charlie simply leaned forward each time to elude her attempts at toppling him. The two of them quieted a bit. They regarded each other. They'd known each other all their lives. They'd played together, prayed together, worked together, laughed together, teased and taunted. But never this. Holding her gaze, Charlie leaned forward slowly. Annette seemed to know what was coming. Charlie released one of Annette's wrists to brush hair from her face. She reached up to tenderly stroke his cheeks. Charlie leaned forward until their noses were almost touching. Annette met his gaze unflinchingly. Then slowly, ever so slowly, their mouths met in yet the briefest of kisses. When Annette didn't resist Charlie slipped his tongue out and danced it across her pink lips. She flicked out her tongue to encourage him. Their tongues intertwined. They kissed, lightly at first, but deeper and ever deeper. Sitting astride her, laying actually, Charlie's body crushed his stiffened penis against her abdomen. As they kissed she made undulating movements with her belly to simulate the muscular contractions of her vagina. She was ready. Charlie reached back again and gave her thighs a little push. Dutifully, Annette opened her legs into the characteristic sexual Y. Charlie arched up off of her stomach. He scooched back to crouch between her legs. Annie reached down, gripped him gently and pushed his pulsing member down towards her sweaty pussy. She twirled his pud at the sticky entrance to paradise, pushing her pink labia from side to side. She slid her engorged clit between the opening to his urethra and across the sensitive underside of his dick. It seemed she was almost trying to slide her clit into his urethra. The sensation of this female attempted insertion was frustrating to Charlie. Finally she positioned Charlie's rounded pudenda at the exact center of her mound. She released her grasp. Charlie pushed forward slowly, enjoying the delicious feel of again riding up into Annette's juicy pussy. He cruised inside her, enjoying the warmth of her cleft and the tickle of her silky hairs. Once hilted, he withdrew just as slowly, creating a vacuum that pulled her inner pussy lips unnaturally outwards. Her pussy lips expanded obscenely to accommodate his massive girth. This time there was no urgency in their coupling. Just slow, melodious strokes. They concentrated on kissing, probing each other's mouths while they fucked with an almost agonizing deliberateness. The sensations in their genitalia were secondary to the joy of kissing, suckling each other's tongues by turn. Charlie settled into a comfortable rhythm. Annie's probing tongue and her heaving pussy pushed him to sexual plateau. It was so good he didn't want to bust his nut. He just wanted to stay warmly ensconced inside her. It was clear that Annette knew exactly how to suck a dick with her pussy. She employed that art now. She kissed the black boy gently while savagely tightening her pussy walls around his probing missile. When he withdrew fully and sought again to penetrate, her labia closed around his shaft with an almost audible pop. She accentuated the move with a groan that emanated deep from within her soul. For Annette's part, she was all askew. She hadn't planned on kissing this black boy. She just wanted to fuck him. She wanted to feel his dick penetrate her torso. His kisses weren't unpleasant, but they seemed more of a social faux pas than the fucking. It was more, familiar. And yet, here she was with her tongue thrust boldly down his throat, firm as any penis, while his penis rode in and out of her love canal. His balls slapped insistently against her firmly rounded ass. It was all too much. In the heady liquid joy of their passion, Annette forgot where she was and whom she was with. All too soon she felt her passion bubble up to consume her. She felt the tightening rubber band again, the march up to ecstasy, the sudden release, the full-body spasms and jerks that signified her orgasm. She tasted his sweat, heard his drawn and muted breaths, felt the involuntary convulsions rippling up and down her pussy walls like an electric current, smelled the deep natural odors of human coupling. But, too, she felt Charlie tremble, quake and jerk. He'd come inside her. She felt the sticky eruption, felt the hot blobs of semen crashing against her cervix, felt the creepy flood of sticky cum oozing from her hole, dripping across her butt cheeks to linger ever so briefly before dropping to the ground beneath like honey dripping from a comb. "Charlie!" Charlie was still straining to pump the last vestiges of cum into her trembling twat. "Charlie, stop!" But he held her in place and finished delivering his load. Annette was about to panic. This was more than she'd bargained for. She'd believed she could control all of the orgasms today. Apparently not. Charlie arched into her, heedless of her struggles. "Charlie, let me up!" Her panic brought Charlie back to reality. She pushed his chest forcefully. He rolled off of her. Annette bounced up and ran over to the pool. She waded in up to her hips, contracted her pussy muscles and sucked water inside. Then she reversed the process and expelled the water forcefully. Charlie's milky semen clouded the water. Annette waded away from the cloudy water. She repeated the maneuver over and over until the cloudy mixture spewing from her vagina cleared. Charlie watched her bemusedly from the bank. "You weren't supposed to do that, Charlie!" "I couldn't help it. You said your pussy wuz good. You wuz right, Miss Annie." "Charlie, that's not funny! Supposed I get big? You're supposed to wait and do that in my mouth, Charlie! I showed you how, remember?" "Don't worry. I don't think you'll get big. Wasn't you wearing a rag just de other day?" "That's not the point, Charlie! "It is de point. You cain't gets big when you wears de rag." "Oh! You don't know nothin'! You're just a field slave!" She threw her fists up and down like a child in a fit of rage. Charlie lay back on the sward, propping himself up with his elbows. His penis was still partially erect, standing up a little off from his stomach. He'd had a powerful orgasm, though. "Come here," he ordered. Annette was still standing in the water, trying to figure out what else she could do. "Annette. Come here. I want you to finish." "What?" "Come here." His cum-slickened dick bounced weakly off his stomach. Picking up on his intentions, Annette shook her head. This young blacky didn't know what time it was. Still, she stomped over to him obediently, sat down and took his softening dick into her mouth. She tugged at it angrily and with none of the care she'd taken previously. She sucked at him mechanically. Yet her ministrations were half-hearted. She couldn't shake the idea of becoming impregnated by this, this, slave. Charlie was unable to maintain his erection under her assault. He could tell she was upset. Charlie pulled his penis from her mouth, pushed her back on the grass and pushed her legs open again. Annette thought he was going to try and push his semi-flaccid member back into her pussy. But Charlie knelt between her legs, bent his head and gave her pussy a long, leisurely lick that ended with the tip of his tongue tickling her clit gratuitously. From his position between her legs he looked up to see a look of shock and wonder on Annette's face. She hadn't expected this. All the boys she'd been with expected to be sucked, but they didn't want to lick. Charlie found the hooded piece of flesh that covered Annette's clit and pushed it aside with his tongue. Then slowly he ran concentric circles around her clit with the tip of his tongue, keeping his touch as light as possible. He knew Annette had come hard just five minutes prior. For her part, Annette was shocked to have Charlie's head between her thighs. No male, black or white, had performed this service for her though she'd long fantasized about it. Now, just as she was recovering from her earlier massive orgasm, this black boy with his thick lips and his hot tongue had her legs up in the air again. Charlie licked her pussy and kissed her clit with increasing passion. In response, Annette's clit began to stiffen. It rose from beneath its protective hood like a phallic incubus. It protruded from the top of her moistened cleft. Charlie closed his lips around it. He began to suck. Even though her little penis wasn't big enough to breach his full lips, the effect on Annette was astonishing. Within seconds Annette was crooning and trying to suppress shrieks of passion. She grabbed Charlie's head and humped his mouth with reckless abandon. "Oh, suck it, Charlie! Don't stop! Please! Suck it, Charlie! Please!" Charlie sucked as hard as he might. He flicked his tongue out to tickle her pussy lips. He jammed his tongue up her cooze. He sucked her clit ever harder. "Oh! Give me your tongue! Push it up in there! Suck it, Charlie! Oh, push it up! Suck it up. Argh!" Annette arched her hips. She held his head in place as she raked her clit back and forth across his lips, nostrils and tongue. She felt the hot, rough surface of his tongue expertly licking and laving her labia. All too soon Annette exploded in her strongest orgasm of the day. She shrieked so loudly that Charlie was afraid she'd be heard over at the farm. Charlie tried to cover her mouth with his hands but Annette slapped his hands away. She meant to express herself and she did. She locked her legs around Charlie's head for what seemed an eternity. She gripped him so tightly that he had trouble breathing. When finally she released him she knew she'd stumbled upon a gold mine. Cum inside or no, this boy was a gold mine. She knew she had to have this feeling between her legs again. She looked down and saw that her theatrical sexual orgasm had firmed his organ yet again. It swung heavily between his legs, slapping at his thighs. "Oh my god," she thought. "Not again!" To be continued. By Bardot1990 for Literotica.

This week Moshe and Natasha are joined by Mary Lynn Rajskub! They discuss Mary Lynn's recent time in Nunavut, Kiefer Sutherland, her dog's DNA breakdown, and more! They give advice to one caller who wants to find a hobby and another who is struggling on the apps after 40.  Submit your deepest secrets to the Endless Honeymoon Secrets Hotline: (213) 222-8608 and ask Natasha and Moshe for relationship advice: endlesshoneymoonpod@gmail.com.   Come to our next dinner party, get merch discounts, mystery boxes, etc.: https://www.patreon.com/endlesshoneymoon We have merch! Get beanies, mugs, and more:  http://endlesshoneymoonpod.com/shop

Constance Dahlin, MSN, ANP-BC, ACHPN®, FPCN, FAAN is a consultant to the Center to Advance Palliative Care, a palliative nurse practitioner at North Shore Medical Center and co-director of the Palliative APP Externship. Vincent Jay Vanston, MD FAAHPM HMDCB has been working in the field of Hospice and Palliative Medicine for over 25 years. His work now involves hospice care, hospital-based Palliative Medicine consultation, and medical education. Mary Lynn McPherson, PharmD, MA, MDE, BCPS is a Professor at the University of Maryland, Baltimore (UMB) and Executive Director of Advanced Post-Graduate Education. She developed the online Master of Science, Graduate Certificate and PhD Programs in Palliative Care at UMB, and teaches in several courses. She has practiced in hospice and palliative care her entire career, and is a prolific speaker and author in palliative care.

When it comes to achieving self-transformation and unleashing your greatest potential, perhaps you should avoid getting deeper into the unhealthy grind of proving yourself. Sometimes, a simple moment of surrender is what it takes to unlock a better you. Andy McDowell chats with Mary Lynn Zeimer, a master of advanced life concepts and a certified master life coach, about doing the inner work and getting the most out of yourself. She explains how to let go of an ego-driven life, spend more time on self-love, and how not to be stuck in survival mode. Mary also emphasizes how to not make everything all about money to achieve a much more positive and wholesome outlook in life.

Episode 320: In 1991, the city of Vancouver was rocked by the brutal murder of 29-year-old Mary-Lynn Kimberly Breeden. Friends and family called her Lynn. The charred remains of her body were discovered in a dumpster, with a single bullet wound to the skull. What followed was a complex investigation that would uncover a web of deceit, greed, and cold-blooded violence. Through witness accounts, advances in forensic evidence, and detailed police work, detectives were able to piece together the chilling details of Breeden's final moments. Their investigation led them to a suspect named Christian Albert Cruz, a male stripper with a history of violence. As the case unfolded, a tragic tale of betrayal and desperation began to emerge, shedding light on the dark motivations that drove one man to commit such a heinous act. Join us as we delve into the story of the murder of Lynn Breeden and explore the complex human emotions and societal factors that can lead to such senseless violence. Sources: Mary-Lynn Breeden - Search - Newspapers.com™ Mary-Lynn Kimberly “Lynn” Breeden (1960-1991) -... No5 Orange - Dance and Pub Showroom - Vancouver's famous Gastown Fraser Arms Hotel Watch V6A - A feature documentary by Ruggero Romano Online | Vimeo On Demand 1995 CanLII 523 (BC CA) | R. v. Cruz | CanLII 1998 CanLII 5951 (BC CA) | R. v. Cruz | CanLII The Murder of Mary Lynn Breeden The Use of Forensic Odontology to Solve a Forensic Science Case - Free Essay Example - Edubirdie Biography - Linda Agostini - Australian Dictionary of Biography The Charred Remains of Lynn Breeden Dental color measurement to predict DNA concentration in incinerated teeth for human identification. - Abstract - Europe PMC Saferstein, Richard. Criminalistics: an Introduction to Forensic Science. Pearson, 2017 edition. "Forensic Files" Charred Remains (TV Episode 1997) Forensic Files - Season 2, Episode 8 - Charred Remains - Full Episode Forensic Wheels: Christian Albert Cruz' 1980 Oldsmobile Omega (Lynn Breeden Death Car) Mary-Lynn Kimberly “Lynn” Breeden (1960-1991) -... Effect of Fire on DNA and its profiling in homicide cases Identifying Maui fire victims will depend heavily on DNA Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

#87 Power to TAKE BACK Our Country - The Bottom Line with Jaco Booyens and Steve Hemphill Get ready to dive into the realms of spirituality with Steve Hemphill, renowned as “The Stake Guy”. Born and bred in Central Texas, Steve brings decades of experience as an entrepreneur and tech mogul to the forefront. Following the sale of his business in 2009, Steve embarked on a mission to enlighten the world about spiritual warfare, the potency of prayer, and the wonders of Heaven. With his captivating storytelling and profound insights, Steve, alongside his wife Mary Lynn, invites listeners on a riveting exploration of faith and spiritual empowerment. Join us on this transformative journey as we uncover the mysteries of the unseen world and harness the power within! Instagram: @jaco.booyens X: @booyensjaco TikTok: @jaco.booyens Instagram: @steve_hemphill_today helpjbm.org sexnationfilm.com active-faith.org --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/jacobooyens/support

In this episode of the Tiger Milf Podcast, Jiaoying is joined by actor & comedian extraordinaire Mary Lynn Rajskub. They start the podcast off by talking about the power of p*ssy and how p*ssy is one of the major food groups. They then talk about Jiaoying's club in LA and their relationships with their children before discussing the pros and cons of faking orgasms. They share dating horror stories and decide that they should both just fall in love with inanimate objects instead of men. Jiaoying opens up about her recent first time bringing a guy home since her divorce and how her children and housekeeper took it. Mary Lynn realizes that she's a modern day Hugh Heffner because she gives her boyfriend's money. Jiaoying talks about her mother's business growing up and how she knew there were illegal activities happening (including the time she accidentally licked a condom). The two decide that they could make millions writing sketches together where Mary Lynn abuses Jiaoying. They end the podcast discussing why it's better to date a broke guy with a connection rather than dating for money and sex alone.Support the showFollow Jiaoying Summers Social media & get tickets for Tiger Milf Tour!Facebook | Youtube | TikTok | Twitter | Instagram | Merch | Tour

Join the BadAss Inner Circle Waitlist Tony Robbins - Time To Rise Summit, January 25th-27th, 2024 Guest Introduction: Mary Lynn Graham In this episode, we're thrilled to welcome Mary Lynn Graham, a remarkable individual who has transitioned from a successful career as an audiologist to an inspiring coach. Mary Lynn's journey is a testament to the power of mindset and resilience, embodying the very essence of what it means to be a lady kickin' ass. Overview of the Conversation Prepare to be empowered as Mary Lynn shares her invaluable insights into the importance of mindset in achieving success and overcoming challenges. This episode is a treasure trove of wisdom for entrepreneurs, leaders, and anyone looking to make significant strides in personal and professional growth. Mary Lynn's personal experiences and coaching strategies are bound to inspire and motivate you to embrace your journey with confidence and courage. Key Takeaways from the Podcast The Power of Mindset in Achieving Success: Mary Lynn delves into how a positive mindset is vital for success, with a striking 80% of success being mindset-driven. She discusses strategies to cultivate a growth mindset and the transformative impact it can have on personal and professional endeavors. The Crucial Role of a Coach: A coach is more than a mentor; they provide accountability, support, and a safe space for growth. Mary Lynn highlights how her role as a coach has enabled numerous individuals to unlock their potential and navigate through life's challenges effectively. Accountability in Leadership and Entrepreneurship: Mary Lynn emphasizes the significance of accountability for entrepreneurs and leaders. She shares insights into how being accountable leads to sustained focus and progress, proving essential in the journey to success. Navigating Through Challenges with Support: Overcoming obstacles often requires external support and resourcefulness. Mary Lynn shares her personal experience of facing a significant business setback and how reaching out for help played a critical role in her comeback. The Transformative Impact of Coaching: Coaching is more than a profession; it's a pathway to enrich lives. Mary Lynn discusses the profound effects of coaching on individuals, helping them live better lives and highlighting the unique strengths women bring to the table, such as resilience and resourcefulness. Final Overview of the Show This episode of Ladies Kickin' Ass is a must-listen for anyone seeking to embrace their inner strength and resilience. Mary Lynn Graham's journey from audiologist to coach is not just inspiring; it's a blueprint for turning challenges into stepping stones for success. Her insights into mindset, the value of coaching, and the power of community among women are empowering and enlightening. Don't miss this opportunity to learn, grow, and kick ass alongside some of the most inspiring women out there! Love our Guest, Mary Lynn Graham!! Follow her at…. Facebook     LinkedIn      Book A Free Call Connect more with Tanya & Ladies Kickin Ass… Insta     Facebook     LinkedIn    YouTube   TikTok    Website   Check out some of our favorite things! Free 7-day trial GrowthDay Personal Development App Riverside.fm (online recording platform) --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/ladieskickinass/message

On this week's episode, I have actress Mary Lynn Rajskub (24, It's Always Sunny In Philadelphia, The Dropout, Brooklyn 99 and many many more) and we dive into the origins of his career. We also talk about her new stand-up comedy tour she is doing and how that came about. We talk about so much more, so make sure you tune in.Show NotesMary Lynn Rajskub on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/marylynnrajskub/Mary Lynn Rajskub IMDB: https://www.imdb.com/name/nm0707476/Mary Lynn Rajskub on Wikipedia: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mary_Lynn_RajskubMichael's Online Screenwriting Course - https://michaeljamin.com/courseFree Screenwriting Lesson - https://michaeljamin.com/freeJoin My Newsletter - https://michaeljamin.com/newsletterAutogenerated TranscriptMary Lynn Rajskub:I don't know what else to do because I am an artist. So it's always been tied to my personal life and my personal expression, and there's a therapeutic aspect to it. And I don't really, I feel like if I could have taken the route of, I don't know. I never had the ability to be like, I'm going to write scripts, so I just kind of amped up the thing that I am good at.Michael Jamin:You're listening to, what the Hell is Michael Jamin talking about? I'll tell you what I'm talking about. I'm talking about creativity. I'm talking about writing, and I'm talking about reinventing yourself through the arts.Hey everyone. Welcome back for another episode of, what the Hell is Michael Jamin talking about? I'm going to tell you what I'm talking about today. I'm talking with a wonderful actress named Mary Lynn Reup, who I worked with many years ago. I was introduced to her. She's doing her hair right now. How'sMary Lynn Rajskub:Your side part going? Okay, go on.Michael Jamin:Many years we were teamed up to take a pilot out based on her life and many pilots that didn't go anywhere. But Mary Lynn is, you are one of my favorite Hollywood stories, and I'm going to tell it to you and I hope it embarrasses you because it was so funny. So we were working together on telling this pilot, and then it was a few years later, we were doing Marin, mark Marin, his show. We were running his show, and then we needed someone at the last minute to play themselves in an interview. So I text Mary Lynn, I got her number on my cell phone. I text her and IMary Lynn Rajskub:Say, oh, what did I do?Michael Jamin:I say, I say, Hey, Mary Lynn, I know this is last minute, but do you want to be in our TV show? And then you wrote back, yes, who is this?Mary Lynn Rajskub:Nope,Michael Jamin:Don't need to read a part. And we script's areMary Lynn Rajskub:Important.Michael Jamin:I'll be there tomorrow. I just assumed I was in your phone. So I was like, whatever. And then we later had you on LX Buddy system, but for the people who are not entirely sure who you are, I mean, you've done a ton of stuff. Most, I guess your biggest role was Chloe on 24, which was a giant hit. So you're Chloe, but then I was also looking through your credits and you also played Chloe on Veronica's closet. And I wonder if that was just a trial run for the nameMary Lynn Rajskub:Trial. Yeah, it's in the ether that the quirky awkward girl, oh, let's call her Chloe in Veronica's closet. She was androgynous and it was Wally Langham who played her assistant on that show, if I'm remembering correctly. Both of us. His character turned out to be gay. It was actually kind of a sweet story. And so we both were ambiguous sexually, and we both had crushes on Scott Bayo, which is not adorable, butMichael Jamin:Not anymore. Do you remember all the parts you've done like this? Do you have a good memory for everything you've done?Mary Lynn Rajskub:You've doneMichael Jamin:A lot of parts.Mary Lynn Rajskub:What's funny is you're pulling the switcheroo on me because normally people will say stuff to me and I'm like, I don't remember that at all. But things like this, if you ask me what the part is and what the story is, I most likely will remember that stuff.Michael Jamin:But when you Go ahead,Mary Lynn Rajskub:Yeah, but there are some things where either, I don't know, it depends. Sometimes I'm in stuff, I'm like, I don't remember being there. I don't remember youMichael Jamin:Really. You sometimes turn on the TV and see an episode of something you've done done a ton. And they go, oh, look at there. There I am. Do you not remember?Mary Lynn Rajskub:Yeah. And it's funny, the way that you're saying it through the prism of the actual part, I'll remember that. But there's a certain, I don't know, there's certain events or one-off things or sometimes there's stuff on 24. There's a ton ton of guest stars because there's so much plot on that show, and there's so many people that get killed per episode, most likely. In that case, it's a person that I just wasn't on set with, and so I didn't have memorized the episodes of who all the characters are type of thing.Michael Jamin:Now you do a lot of, I see you posting, you're always on the road, you're always doing standup, but did you start as a standup?Mary Lynn Rajskub:I started in standup ish, yes. I was going to school for painting, and then it turned to performance art, and then I started making fun of performance art.And then I was in San Francisco and I was going to bars and doing open mic shows. I was really attracted to solo performers, but at the time it was more performance arty. And then once I started just organically making fun of it, I started to encounter comedians who would come to these. There was a crossover between artists and comedians who would go to the same open mics. And I remember seeing the comedians and going, oh, that's, oh, that's somebody that knows their voice, their natural at storytelling, because I was seeing a lot of just poetry from their journal and stuff like that. And it wasn't until I started meeting comedians that I was like, oh, those are my people. But I still didn't understand necessarily how I was being funny.Michael Jamin:And then how did you find your voice then? That takes a long time.Mary Lynn Rajskub:Oh, I think I just found it last week.Michael Jamin:Well, tell me why, how you found it. What does that mean for you to find your, I know what it means for a writer. What does it mean for you?Mary Lynn Rajskub:What I'm realizing, honestly, lately within the past few years, especially within the past decade that I've gone on the road doing comedy in earnest, is that I do have a story to tell. It's just taken me a long time to hone in on what that is. And a lot of it is just come from my life experience and putting together, oh, that's what I thought about that, reflecting on stuff, because I think when I first started, I grew up sort of in a bubble and pretty naive, and so I just was putting a vulnerability out there, but I didn't know what I was saying or what I was doing. I got a lot of acting because of thatMichael Jamin:Really. So you were vulnerable back when you were starting off?Mary Lynn Rajskub:A lot of times, and that's pretty much what I did on stages. I would improvise and I wouldn't know what I was going to say. And I can remember looking back, other people would be like, did you write a sketch packet for that? Again, there was a crossover between actors and comedy writers, and I used to just really beat myself up, and it's because I was so bogged down by whatever social anxiety and whatever my brain, the mechanism was geared towards performing, and I still can't quite articulate it, but I just know that I didn't have the presence of mind or the ability to, my brain just didn't work that way. I wasn't about to sit down and write a sketch packet. I had to go through it experientially year after year to be like, oh, I'm this type of person. That's why sometimes people will be like, they'll ask the generic question of who are your comedic influences? It's like, I never related to a guy on a stage in a suit with a tie going, here's what I think about this. It's only lately that I'm going, oh, I have an opinion on that, and it's a strong opinion, but it took me a long time to not be really reactive and really passive.Michael Jamin:But you still write out your material before as if any other comedian would, right? OrMary Lynn Rajskub:No? I do. I do. And now that I've been doing it so long, things will come to me and it's always a joy. You, and I'm sure when you're writing, sometimes you'll get those one-liners really quick that you're like, oh, that's fully formed. I'd have one line that's been in my act forever, but I just love it. It's like, did you know you could do a bunch of yoga and still be an asshole? And that's just a real quickie. I didn't sit down trying to write that. And then I have a whole another scenario that follows that, where it's like the kernel of it is truths, but the way it comes out is pretty fabricated.Michael Jamin:Do you have a preference as to, do you prefer acting or standup, or does it not make a difference to you?Mary Lynn Rajskub:I mean, at this point, I prefer standup just because there's, well, there's meat on the bone for that in terms of I get to be in control and I get to be on stage for an hour, and it's hard and it's challenging, it's exhilarating. I love acting. It's just lately it's been a bit of diminishing returns in terms of parts that I can actually be challenged by. I would absolutely love to have something that I can dig into and that would have a lot of layers to it, something that I could come back and continue to be that character. But I'm going on 10 to 15 years of the life of a lot of guest stars, which is great. I'm very thankful, and I will do that again. But that's got its own. You're coming onto a set where everybody knows each other and you're just like, I got to now in two days, fit into the tone of the show, and then I do my one thing and then I leave.Michael Jamin:And you prefer, because you do a lot of comedy, I mean, do you prefer drama then to do, is that more satisfying to you?Mary Lynn Rajskub:I mean, 24 was pretty satisfying just because it was such a big show and it was so different for me.Michael Jamin:But also, you were kind of the relief character. You were the awkward weirdo, right? Totally. Yeah.Mary Lynn Rajskub:Yeah.Michael Jamin:But is there a plan then with your, I mean, I don't know why I'm asking this. Is there more to it? Is there a bigger plan for you doing all this standard? No,Mary Lynn Rajskub:I need your help because my helpMichael Jamin:Want your helpMary Lynn Rajskub:Would, my dream would be to be able to get another acting role that I could be a regular character on something. It's a big dream. My other dream would be to sell out the tickets in the small clubs that I do, so that I could sustain what I'm already doing. And so when you say, is there a plan, that would be the plan. I don't necessarily know if I get to do that or not. I've got a few more pushes in me, and if one of those things doesn't start to pay off, I will be trying to pay for my lavish lifestyle in some other way. Maybe OnlyFans, maybe some feet videos. I heard on OnlyFans, there's big breasted women making smoothies. I could do the small breasted women making smoothies on OnlyFans.Michael Jamin:Wait, so they're not naked, but they're just making smoothies. They're naked. Oh,Mary Lynn Rajskub:Let me talk to you about something. I've spent zero time on there, but I was podcast. I have a new podcast called that. Woo. You do. Please promote it because I thatMichael Jamin:Woo. You do for sureMary Lynn Rajskub:At that. Woo. You do. I have a partner. We talk about what's a woo that you do that, A magical thinking thing that you do in your life that you think, anyway, we were digressing and our producer went on to OnlyFans. The thing about it is there's whole universe of stuff. I think it started out as soft core porn, and now it's like everything. And I can't say much more. I only spent about 40 seconds on there. But you go on there, you get an onslaught of all different kinds of things that, I mean, people are doing comedy on there. People are doing,Michael Jamin:Oh, really? On there? Yeah. So you're saying not just porn, it's justMary Lynn Rajskub:It's not just porn anymore. Whitney Cummings is doing, she did the Burt Er roast on OnlyFans. Anyway, I'm here to promote my podcast at that. Woo. You do. They don't need,Michael Jamin:But let's talk about your, okay, so what's the premise of your show, your podcast?Mary Lynn Rajskub:So my friend Jeffrey and I, he comes on the road with me. He's a very funny comedian. He features for me, and we enjoy each other's company. And he may or may not, I may, he maybe carries crystals in his pockets sometimes.Michael Jamin:Yeah, I have some crystals right here. I keep 'em on my computer in case That's what I'm talking about for creativity. It's California.Mary Lynn Rajskub:Yeah. Fuels. So the podcast is what is the woo that maybe you're embarrassed about that you do that you think, have you written yourself a check for a million dollars? Do you keep crystals on your desk to harness the energy from the universe? We had a guy talk that he started praying. I had a story about going to visit a crystal skull. One lady talked, of course psychics came up. But there's all different types of little things that you think is going to give you or things that make you happy. And they're sort of like a magical thinking.Michael Jamin:But that's a great idea actually, because it's very small, but it's very optimistic and helpfulMary Lynn Rajskub:For a podcast. And I had one woman who was like, she wasn't on the pod, but she's like, I don't have a woo. I don't have a woo. And the more we talked, she said, I'm very organized though. And I said, well, what does that bring you? And then I love organizing as a woo, because that gives her a sense of peace and calmness. And it's like, what's that thing you do that makes you feel good?Michael Jamin:When I was struggling a few years back, I was all depressed about something. And then I read this book and it was very new agey. There's a lot of the book that was, I thought this is very helpful, but this is really helpful. But then it went a little too far, and I was like, ah, you're fucking ruined it. I was on board. And then you just took it one step so far. But one of the things that he said that I thought was so helpful, it was about kind of visualizing your life or whatever. And one of the things that was so helpful, he said, it's already happened. It just hasn't happened yet. Whatever you want. It's already happened. It just hasn't happened yet. And so I was like, that was so profound to me. It was like, oh. So now I just have to figure out how to make it happen. Already done. I don't know why. I find that really helpful. Maybe it doesn't help you at all.Mary Lynn Rajskub:I love that. Well, it sort of eases the pain of, I think the idea is like we're supposed to go through these challenges and take little steps, but it's like watering a plant. You're not just like, why aren't you grown? Why aren't you a tree yet? But you're like, oh, you will be a tree. And I just know you're growing and it doesn't help to go like, why aren't you this yet?Michael Jamin:And that's what you're doing now, because you're just putting this energy out there. You're putting it with going on the road, which is not easy. And you're putting the energy out there hoping that something will come from it and something will, you just don't know what it will be.Mary Lynn Rajskub:Right. And I'm really hoping to, looking back on my life, that was a long time ago that we pitched that. I had a very good run of good fortune with having the parts shine on me for a little while there. And then of course, with the massive show of 24, and people know me from always Sunny in Philadelphia now, even though that's only a couple episodes. But I've been very lucky, but I still want to do it. So we'll see.Michael Jamin:When you're on the road, because you are on the road a lot, how many days were you on the road?Mary Lynn Rajskub:It's just aMichael Jamin:Lot. Okay. So when you're on the road, will you go from one city to the next, or do you always come back to la?Mary Lynn Rajskub:I try to come back, and the best case scenario for me would be to do two weekends a month. But it doesn't work out like that. Now, this month of November, I'm going to be out for almost the entire month because I have a lot of one nighters. Some won't give you a weekend booking some clubs. So it's just one nighters that I can get booked, and then I'm going.Michael Jamin:And then do you drive from city to city then, or what? Or you fly?Mary Lynn Rajskub:No, at the time, I'm just doing a lot of one-way flights,Michael Jamin:One-way, flights back and forth.Mary Lynn Rajskub:Yeah,Michael Jamin:It's exhausting. ItMary Lynn Rajskub:Is exhausting.Michael Jamin:It'sMary Lynn Rajskub:Very bizarre.Michael Jamin:Tell me what it is. Okay, so you go to some city. Let's say you're going to Boston, right? You're flying the night before. What is it really like?Mary Lynn Rajskub:Yeah, you're asking me at a weird time because I just booked a bunch of flights. And some of 'em, if I have a one night or somewhere, I'm not getting paid for four or five shows. What's nice, what's the best is if you can fly in the night before you wake up, you chill out, and you do a whole weekend of shows.Michael Jamin:And then after the last show, you fly back, or do you wait another day?Mary Lynn Rajskub:No, after the last show, you fly back. Well, you have to spend the night, but usually it's like 6:00 AM I'm out the next morning I be home and take the kid to school and pick up the kid from school.Michael Jamin:And what would happen if your flight got caught somewhere or a connecting flight? What would happen if you missed your connecting flight to this show? What happens?Mary Lynn Rajskub:Hey, it's just another day that he stays with his dad and they got to take a coupleMichael Jamin:Of men for you. But you missed the show. I'm saying.Mary Lynn Rajskub:Oh, you're saying if I don't make it to the show?Michael Jamin:Yeah.Mary Lynn Rajskub:Well, that hasn't happened yet.Michael Jamin:Okay.Mary Lynn Rajskub:But yeah. And this time in November, I've got a lot of, there's Portland, there's Alameda, California, there's Sacramento, there's Utah, and they're all within a few days. So I'm doing these little flights, and some of them are the same day of the show. There's one where I get in at 4:00 PM and the show's at seven or eight. And that's just the way it's going toMichael Jamin:Be way it is. But I also think, alright, so exhausting from the travel. I dunno why I'm so stuck on the practicality of this whole thing. But then you have to psych yourself up to go up on stage at whatever, nine o'clock or whatever. Isn't your energy sap by that time? Yeah. What do you do?Mary Lynn Rajskub:I napped before and then I make sure that I have enough time to wake myself up from the nap. And then also, if I'm feeling really dark and low energy, I just let myself go there. If you try to push it away, it just makes it worse.Michael Jamin:So you're about to go on stage and you're fucking exhausted. And then when you go there,Mary Lynn Rajskub:What happens is I've experimented with different versions. I was saying I was real reactive in the past. Sometimes I would get really in my head and I get really quiet, and I've learned techniques. If I'm feeling low, feeling exhausted, I carry that with me on the stage. I'm honest with it. Then I use it. And then it's like little stepladders, you get out of it because you're standing on stage in front of an audience, but it's using the honesty of where you're at. And then that exhaustion oftentimes will turn into annoyance, will turn into anger, will turn into humor. I mean, there's one example where I got booked at, I thought was a club. It was a bar show. It was in a weird part of town. It was honestly very white trashy, for lack of a better word. And I was like, I never drink before shows. And I started drinking. And then by the time I got on stage, I was like, I don't know why I got booked here. I don't know what this is.Michael Jamin:Did you say that as part of your act? Yes, you did.Mary Lynn Rajskub:And they loved it because I was being honest and I took my reality. I was like, what is this? I walked around the building, it's like a dirt parking lot. I don't even know what's happening. Why are you guys here? Why? AndMichael Jamin:That must've depressed when you showed up. You don't deserve me. That's hilarious.Mary Lynn Rajskub:One of the funnest shows ever. And I started categorizing the audience, you guys are, what? Is this over? Okay, you guys are, this is what you're going to do. And I started naming them and oh myMichael Jamin:God,Mary Lynn Rajskub:The guy who went on before me. But again, this is also after many, many shows under my belt. I wouldn't recommend just doing that. But we're talking about addressing this darkness in my soul because I already know a lot of things about myself. Honestly. I know the caliber that I can work at, and I know that I'm not necessarily a super joke Smith wordsmith. You know what I mean? I know my lane and I know my strengths and I know my experience, and I know that I am not just going on stage to be pissed off to shit on them. I know that I'm going to transform it into something. And I have enough experience to know that I can do that.Michael Jamin:That's so funny because you had this awful experience. The worst you show up, this is going to be terrible, and it turns out to be great because you acknowledge it. And were they there to see, I mean, it just seems like you're okay, I'm Chloe. How would I get out of this fucking mess?Mary Lynn Rajskub:Oh, I mean, you're really getting me going. I feel like I'm talking a lot because you're going right into the minutiae. That's very real. Things that become pump the show. When I first started going on the broad proper, 24 was actually still on the air. And I still had this, what was funny to me at least a decade ago was like, I'm uncomfortable. I don't like myself. I had this thought, very self-deprecating, which will never completely go away, but very self-deprecating point humor, which to me was hilarious to expose that. But when I took the stage and they were expecting to see Chloe, it was completely confusing to them going, you're a TV star, you're Chloe. What is this person, this weirdo,Michael Jamin:ThisMary Lynn Rajskub:Interior? I don't remember what the jokes were back then, but I developed, had to, it was like do or die. I had to survive. I had to sink or swim, and next thing you know, I've got a whole 15 minute chunk that's like, oh, you're my Jack Bauer. Oh, you. And I'm like, I'm not really good at computers guys. And I'm just playing because I can feel the energy and they need to be like that guy. He loves Jack Bauer. Oh, you're the Jack Bauer of the show. And I developed jokes within that and ER's not some of it dumb, but because they were so jacked up and only seeing that way that,Michael Jamin:But that's interesting. They have this expectation. It's natural. I guess they're coming to the show. Are they coming to see you now because of Chloe or because of your, what do you think? Why are they coming out? Do you think?Mary Lynn Rajskub:It's a mixture now, and it really is a true mixture. It's people that don't know why they're there that don't know me from anything. It's people that know me from Always Sunny. It's people that know me, Chloe, those two camps want to fight with each other. And it's people who are comedy fans. It's a real mixture.Michael Jamin:Do you feel, this is odd, because this is also, I guess this speaks also to your celebrity, but when you meet someone when they want to meet you, they want to shake your hand, they want to take a picture of you, is there a sense that you're like, did I give you what you wanted?Mary Lynn Rajskub:Oh, yeah.Michael Jamin:What is that like for you?Mary Lynn Rajskub:I just let them say their thingMichael Jamin:And then what? That's all they want. You just let them give 'em a chance to voice what they're, and that's it.Mary Lynn Rajskub:You have to do. And I try to hear back to them their energy, and I try to listen and sort of validate their entry point. Because it depends. Some people are like, oh, my parents showed me 24. Some people are still in 24. There are certain people that watch it over and over again. And then there's other people that are like Gail, the snail,Whatever thing they want to experience. I try to, sometimes people will reference other things and always Sunny, they'll go, oh, I can't even think of it. I don't watch the show. I love them. I think they are top notch. I love all those guys. I love Caitlyn. Known her for a long time. I don't watch, I watch some, but people that watch that show have it memorized and they watch it over and over again and they make references to other things. And then I can see them a little bit. They're a little disappointed where I'm like,Michael Jamin:Isn't that weird?Mary Lynn Rajskub:That thing.Michael Jamin:I get that even from, because we were on King of the Hill for five seasons, and sometimes people fans know the show better than I do, and I worked on it on shows that I worked on. I don't remember them as well. And they do. And I always feel like, I don't know, it's awkward. It's awkward for me. I don't know how I'm supposed to be in speech.Mary Lynn Rajskub:And it's a huge compliment because you know that energy, you're like, yes, that's such a great, the fact that they identify with it and they know it so well is a wonderful thing. But as the person who creates it, you go like, yeah, I did it and then I moved on.Michael Jamin:Yeah,Mary Lynn Rajskub:I'm not living in it, but it's such a beautiful thing when people are fans of stuff. It's just, I can't be there. I got to get a job. You haveMichael Jamin:To be in the president. Exactly. I think that you see this a lot. I mean, he hear about this a lot about stars, who I find, I talked about this a while ago. I saw an old clip of Eve Plum who played Marsha Brady, and she was the Jerry's, I don't know what show. She was on something, maybe Jerry Sprinkler, I don't know. This is whatever, 20 years ago. And then someone from the audience said, they raised their hand. Can you just do it? IMary Lynn Rajskub:Remember that. I think I've seen that clip.Michael Jamin:And she was like, no. She like, she knew what she wanted and she wasn't going to do it. And then she kind of, so the woman was, can you just say, and she wanted her to say, Marsha, Marsha Marcia. And she wouldn't do it. And I felt I didn't blame her at all. I mean, you could see why she didn't want to do it. I didn't blameMary Lynn Rajskub:Her. That's probably for her. She's like, that was,Michael Jamin:Yeah, I was 10. Yeah. I can't pretend like I'm still a 10-year-old. I live in the present, and I don't think people recognize that. And it was a little heartbreaking because she was disappointing them. But you couldn't blame her today. What do you expect?Mary Lynn Rajskub:It is heartbreaking. It goes from being an amazing thing to not cool after for a certain amount of time.Michael Jamin:Does it even for you the same way you mean?Mary Lynn Rajskub:No, I mean, I really don't mind it. And I've learned, for the most part, most people are just really nice. So I'm very lucky. Most people are just like, they love it, and then they say that and then they move on. The only thing that's a little bit frustrating for me is running into a casting director who's thinks I'm still, I mean, this was a few years ago, but she's like, you're on a 24, right? I'm like, no, dude, that's been done for 13 years.Michael Jamin:No one's on 24.Mary Lynn Rajskub:No, speaking of the strike. And I make no residuals. And I made a low amount of money. And people think, because such a high profile show that, oh, you're good, right? You're done. I need to change the image of myself. But whatever.Michael Jamin:You have to constantly, it doesn't end. I think people don't realize that, especially for actors, you have to constantly get work and nothing's a given. I am sure it's a little easier for you because people know that when they hire you, they're going to get a good performance. But it's not like you still got to audition. You still got to go out for stuff. So it's hard. Is it even hard? I mean, it must have much harder in the beginning, getting nos a lot as an actor hearing No. When you auditioned, getting rejected in the beginning, or was that not your case?Mary Lynn Rajskub:I mean, it's not, yeah, the nose is one thing, but I think it's what you were saying earlier, even though you were equating it to standup, for me, it's getting it up again. And some people are better at this, but it's making it a numbers game. But to put it out there per audition over and over again is harder than the nose. And I know theMichael Jamin:Oh, really?Mary Lynn Rajskub:Yeah. It's like, I don't know.Michael Jamin:Do you have that same thing with standup as well, or no?Mary Lynn Rajskub:Here in my control. And more frequently you do it, but it also is a beast because if you take a few days off, it's like, oh, I got to get back in.Michael Jamin:Why do you say that? It's because the business sideMary Lynn Rajskub:And the timing and the rhythmMichael Jamin:AndMary Lynn Rajskub:Being present, it's just a constant. You've got to constantly work out that muscle.Michael Jamin:Yeah. Yeah, for sure. And so you do crowd work as well then It sounds like you interact with them. Yeah. Yeah. Do you have a preference?Mary Lynn Rajskub:No. I mean, I remember there was this one club where the guy, it was, what's that word? Not vanity, but he was retired, but was like, I'm going to start a comedy club, but didn't put all this money into the drywall and the design and the sound, but the audience didn't know why they were there. There was no sense of when you go into an older comedy club, like the Comedy Store or some of these places that have been there forever, the punchline in San Francisco, everyone knows why they're there. The seats are close together, they're facing the stage. They're very simple things, but it's hard to create that like, oh, we go here to see comedy. And that gets lost a lot lately. And there was a new club, and I remember it was like Whack-a-Mole where I'm teaching them how to focus. We're at a show and these women, they're drinking like they're at a bar and they're talking to each other. And I'm like, oh. And I got off the stage, walked into the audience and was like, oh yeah, you guys. And they're like, we're divorced too, and blah, blah, blah. And I was like, yeah, we're the same, but you know what I wouldn't do. Go to your show and then act like I was at a bar. And they were like, oh. And they shut up. But IMichael Jamin:Butt that. So strange. That's the problem with standup. It's different when you're doing standup in front of a whatever. You sell a theater and you sell a lot of tickets. And when you're in a club, people might be there just to socialize with their fucking friends. And so it's a whole different thing, man. It's a whole different level of, they could be hostile. I don't know. That kind of stuff worries me a little bit. And I didn't stand up when I was much younger, but I wasn't thinking it through enough.Mary Lynn Rajskub:What happened? Tell me about it.Michael Jamin:Oh, I don't know. I just did it. Maybe you've heard there's a club. I was from New York, so there's a couple of clubs nearby. I would do it on the weekends and stuff, and I didn't, colleges shows and stuff like that. But at some point I was like, you know what? I'd rather, what's the end goal? I have to be on the road. Or if I become a comedy writer, then I can just stay in one place and I can go to sleep at a decent hour. So that's what my thinking was, how toMary Lynn Rajskub:Be a comedy writer at the beginning. How did you learn how to edit down on the page?Michael Jamin:Yeah, that's really hard because it's a different thing. I had took some classes and then I teamed up with Seabert, and then we started writing more scripts together. And then you have to learn story structure. That's the hardest thing there is. But even I remember driving out here from New York after I graduated thinking, okay, think of something funny. What the fuck? No, it doesn't work that way, man. I didn't have a voice. That's why I was talking. I didn't know.Mary Lynn Rajskub:So how did you find your voice?Michael Jamin:The voice thing? Well, when you're writing on a TV show, you don't, you find the voice of you, the actor you're writing for, or you find the voice for the characters that are already there, not supposed to have your voice. You're supposed to have their voice. And so when I was writing my book, maybe you can see it. So I wrote this book and I've been performing on it. So this is why I'm so curious to talk to performers. And the whole process of finding my voice was really scary. In the beginning. It was like, well, what can I write on my own without an executive giving me notes without, and then finding your voice meant just being honest. And that was really hard.Mary Lynn Rajskub:It was like, it feels like the wrong answer. Just be honest. Boom.Michael Jamin:Well be honest with who you are. You have to speak the truth. You have to be vulnerable. But there are times, as I've been performing two theaters, so it's not standup because that's different. You're selling tickets and people are friendly. But there have been times before I go up every show, I kind of say to myself, why am I doing this again? I'm getting 'em nervous. Why am I doing this?Mary Lynn Rajskub:You're back in it. You're performing.Michael Jamin:Yeah. Yeah. We'll just see where it takes me.Mary Lynn Rajskub:And have you done a lot of, are you on the road?Michael Jamin:Well, I've done, we did, I don't know, maybe I think eight shows in LA in a couple in Boston, and then I'm waiting for the book to drop. Then I'll go back on the road again and we'll see where I can sell tickets. That's the hard We'll see. We'll see. People say they want to see me. Well, we'll see. Because you're literally selling one ticket at a time. You're like, you're talking about, Hey, come see me Boston. And you look at the ticket sales, oh, there's a sale. Then you do another post and then another ticket sale. So it's hard. Everything's hard now. Is that your experience at all? Is any of this your experience?Mary Lynn Rajskub:No, my shit is just, I'm just really selling out everywhere.Michael Jamin:Do you promote a lot? Is that what the podcast is for? AtMary Lynn Rajskub:Woo. You do on all platforms at that. Okay. Sorry, what'd you say?Michael Jamin:No. Is that what the podcast is for? To help let people know you're coming to their city or something?Mary Lynn Rajskub:Yeah. And because Jeffrey does feature for me, I mean, that would be really, again, pretty dreamy. If it's kind of all is starts part of the same package that people could listen to it, hear us, come see us live.Michael Jamin:Right. You could even do your podcast live. Is that something you want to do?Mary Lynn Rajskub:Yeah. I mean, no, at this point, it depends.Michael Jamin:How many episodes are you dropping? You do one a week or something. And do you shoot it? Where do you record it?Mary Lynn Rajskub:We record it in Sun Valley.Michael Jamin:In Sun Valley?Mary Lynn Rajskub:Yeah.Michael Jamin:Is that good or bad? What's wrong with that?Mary Lynn Rajskub:Our producers are there and they putMichael Jamin:It out. They have a studio. Yeah,Mary Lynn Rajskub:They have a studio.Michael Jamin:Yeah, I know Sun Valley. Yeah.Mary Lynn Rajskub:Awesome.Michael Jamin:I like Sun Valley. They got that. Nice. There's a Latuna Canyon. It's my favorite road to tripod.Mary Lynn Rajskub:OhMichael Jamin:Yeah, I know the area Well.Hey, it's Michael Jamin. If you like my content, and I know you do because you're listening to me, I will email it to you for free. Just join my watch list. Every Friday I send out my top three videos of the week. These are for writers, actors, creative types, people. You can unsubscribe whenever you want. I'm not going to spam you, and the price is free. You got no excuse to join. Go to michaeljamin.com. And now back to, what the hell is Michael Jamin talking about?Is there other projects? I don't know what you want to work on other than I'm so curious. I really am curious to see where else this will take you, all this energy you're putting into.Mary Lynn Rajskub:I know, right?Michael Jamin:Yeah. I mean, other than I guess acting, I don't know anything else.Mary Lynn Rajskub:Well, the thing is, I don't know what else to do because I am an artist, so it's always been tied to my personal life and my personal expression, and there's a therapeutic aspect to it. And I don't really, I feel like if I could have taken the route of, I don't know. I never had the ability to be like, I'm going to write scripts, so I just amped up the thing that I am good at, and I'm hoping that it, I don't know.Michael Jamin:What about theater do you think about? Or is that just not,Mary Lynn Rajskub:That's a money maker right there.Michael Jamin:Well, but you could say, is it less of a money maker than standup? Is that what it is?Mary Lynn Rajskub:I think so. I think it's less of a moneymaker and more of a commitment.Michael Jamin:Well, I saw a show yesterday at the Geffen. It was a small little show. The theater was probably 99 CSS or something. I don't know. It was a nice little show. Yeah, okay. But when you go on the road though, you're effectively saying, you're effectively saying, I can't audition. I can't be booked for anything. Well,Mary Lynn Rajskub:Yeah, but if there's no shows that are booking you, then you're like, that's what I've been on the road. Because it's been sort of a diminishing return of, I mean, there's no auditions to have really,Michael Jamin:I don't know. I don't know. And so are your agents help with that, or do you have a separate booking agent for the road? WeMary Lynn Rajskub:Don't want to go down the road of what is really, of how this is working for me.Michael Jamin:Oh, I'm so indelicate because I see all the time.Mary Lynn Rajskub:No, not at all. It's justMichael Jamin:I see you on Instagram performing and I'm like, you're doing, you're funny. You're great. It seems like you're doing fantastic in my eyes. So that's why I'm like, yeah,Mary Lynn Rajskub:I'm doing fantastic.Michael Jamin:And then you get booked on all these shows and I don't know. I don't know. I think you've done a pretty amazing career, mean, especially when you look at all that you have done.Mary Lynn Rajskub:Yeah, look at it that way.Michael Jamin:It'sMary Lynn Rajskub:Been really amazing. What do I get to do from here? I don't know. And honestly, looking back on it, I've never known it'd be a nice idea for me to be able to go, I'm going to have this. I'm going to have that, and that's going to pay off.Michael Jamin:Okay. So for me, I would be very, you're an artist, so an artist. So artists know that there's nothing, the freedom is, that's the trade-off making that trade off. So how are you making sure that you're good with that? How do you not worry about it? How do you not stress? How do you like, okay, I'm making art.Mary Lynn Rajskub:It's really scary.Michael Jamin:You lean into it.Mary Lynn Rajskub:Yeah, I just lean into it and I've been lucky enough to get a certain amount of work, and I look back on the year and I go, I don't know how I did it.Michael Jamin:Really. Right. I have the same fear as myself. I'm like, okay, I've done it every year up till now, but I don't know how I'm going to do it this year. SameMary Lynn Rajskub:Thing. I've had enough success that I, hopefully I have the building blocks you're saying to be enough of a name to get in the door and make enough money to keep it going. It's just like a big gamble. And I think I'm saying we're going down a dark road. It's not that I'm negative about it because I really love my career and I love what I do, but it does get to the point where you're like, how much energy do I have? It's a life of sacrifice. I don't live the traditional life, especially now that I'm divorced. And it's like, what's going on? If you would've told me I would be driving to West Hollywood to do sets, I'm going, well, this feeds me. This helps me feel alive. It helps me feel creative. It must lead to something. And if it doesn't,Michael Jamin:But do you have friends from back where you grew up who have vastly different non Hollywood lives who've just taken these jobs where, and can you relate to them now?Mary Lynn Rajskub:No.Michael Jamin:When was the last time you tried? Because I was recently at an event where I saw some people I grew up with and I was like, they all seem so grown up.Mary Lynn Rajskub:They really know what's going on.Michael Jamin:They,Mary Lynn Rajskub:They really have these foundational beliefs, and they'll explain their insurance policies to you and they'll tell you about the drains in their yard. They have intimate knowledge of the duct work, and they're remodeling the kitchen and they'reMichael Jamin:Right. It is always about the remodeling of the kitchen. That's the big one. And whenever I hear it, I always get a little insecure. I always feel like, am I doing something wrong?Mary Lynn Rajskub:Oh yeah, I get really, because they'll have the parties where it's the same people come into the same place. And so-and-so's bringing that same casserole again.Michael Jamin:AndMary Lynn Rajskub:I don't have that.Michael Jamin:Yeah, you don't have that?Mary Lynn Rajskub:No. My friends that I have in the twenties, everyone went off and had their lives. And also I've moved a lot of, and I get to socialize doing standup. But then you're like, hi, bye. And then you kind of go back to your life andMichael Jamin:Yeah, because I wonder, I don't know why I'm thinking of this, so I wonder if they have the same thoughts about your life. Are they like, man, Mary Lynn's got it, she did it. Or Mary Lynn doesn't have a, can't talk about drains.Mary Lynn Rajskub:I think it's both my best that it's probably like, oh gosh, that poor thing. She has no stability. On the other hand, it'll be the people that are like, can I go with you? Can I come on the road with you? And I'm like, really?Michael Jamin:I wonder, are they serious, do you think? Or what?Mary Lynn Rajskub:I don't know. There's different versions of it. There's the woman that I ran into that I went to high school with who had a son, I think at the time, this was years ago, she had a 12-year-old son. She's like, can I be your assistant and come on the road with you? And it's like, I don't know what she was worked at some company that sold fans or something like ceiling fans. I don't know what you think this is, but oh, you're going to take, first of all, I'm not going to pay you anything. If I'm able to pay anything, it's going to be a drastic pay cut and then what the same bed as me, and you're going to be away from your son. How does that work? And you're going to do exactly what.Michael Jamin:And do you ask them that? Or is it just like you just kind of change the subject?Mary Lynn Rajskub:I just change the subject.Michael Jamin:Yeah. Yeah. I think because obviously this,Mary Lynn Rajskub:It's kind of messed up. It's sort of a compliment of like, oh, you think this is some fantastical thing? Yeah, let's just change the subject and let that live in your mind as some other than what it actually is.Michael Jamin:They don't see the reality of it. They really don't, which is so interesting.Mary Lynn Rajskub:No, it's part of the magic of going on stage and doing a show. I'm sure any person could stop and go, oh, she probably napped until 4:00 PM and didn't talk to anybody except for two words to the lady at the front desk. But you get to be there and have this show and have the magic of being in that moment and being in that space.Michael Jamin:Is it hard for you to come down after you perform?Mary Lynn Rajskub:I've gotten used to it.Michael Jamin:I mean, so what do you do? Do you hang out at the comedy club for a little bit or you just head back and go a little bit? You do a little bit, a little bit. Interesting. And then you can go back to sleep. I dunno, it's hard to come down from when you're on stage. You are in 100%. You're giving everything. You're not letting a moment. Your mind is racing. You're not letting anything. It's not like a day at the office where you get your feet up and you're really not paying attention. You are a hundred percent in it, and it's exhausting. AMary Lynn Rajskub:High and a low. Yeah, for sure.Michael Jamin:It's exhausting, right? I mean, it really is. Yeah, it's great. But it's exhaustingMary Lynn Rajskub:Typically. I mean, I'm not saying everyone's like this, but typically it's like sometimes you'll have friends in the city and they're like, oh, come with us to dinner. It's like, I'm not sitting for dinner before a show.Michael Jamin:Yeah, you got to focus, right? Do you run through your set before every show or you at the point you don't need to do that?Mary Lynn Rajskub:Well, right now I'm running through my set because I'm taping in Chicago, but I'm only doing one show. So I'm trying to trick myself because usually you do a whole weekend and I will get an idea of the set list. And then sometimes, a lot of times I will have an incident or some fact about the city. So I'll try to have that at the beginning as a greeting of something that happened that day or facts about their city. And depending on sometimes that'll be more fruitful than others, and that'll get me going. I'll think of something funny that I can just try off the cuff at the beginning of that.Michael Jamin:Well, that's interesting. So are you trying to give these shows a shape or is it just like, I want to give as many laughs as I can in however long I'm on stage, or is there a shape to it?Mary Lynn Rajskub:Usually as many laughs and I've gotten to the point where, and this is because I've done a ton of shows lately, it's gotten to the point where point, this last time I was out, I just went, I'm going to do my closer first once I get to the end of that to see where the energy is and to see what I say next.Michael Jamin:So you tried doing your closer first, which is going to be strong, and then what happened when you got to the end of your set? You're like, I don't have a closer now.Mary Lynn Rajskub:I mean, it was really fun. It was really exciting. It got it to this level and the energy carried through to the other pieces, and it kind of caused me to deliver the other things better, honestly.Michael Jamin:Yeah, that's interest. That really is interesting.Mary Lynn Rajskub:Ending on something else, but I have enough to play around with where Yeah, you're kind of in your head. I'm going, oh, I guess I'm going to say that now I'm present, but I'm also moving things around a little bit.Michael Jamin:And it's that, you're right, it is about that. The excitement is when you don't get the laugh where you thought you were going to get a laugh, you go things, they're about to go off the rails, right?Mary Lynn Rajskub:Yeah. The way you're thinking about this, I'm like, you're going to be on the road doing standup soon.Michael Jamin:I don't know. It's such a different thing. It really is such a different thing. Like I said, sometimes the audiences, well, sometimes they're not really there to see you. They're there to go out with their friends and have a drink and you're just in their way. You're talking through their night out in the town. I've seen it enough guys. It can be rude. Staff can be, they can be rude.Mary Lynn Rajskub:Go to a bar. What are you doing?Michael Jamin:Yeah, what are you doing? Yeah, but I feel like when I, at least when I perform, it's a little different. They're there to ing. I feel like someone asked me before, what are you going to do if they heckle? I'm like, oh, no one's going to heckle. That's not that kind of show. I would assume that's not going to happen. Not that kind of show. It's like,Mary Lynn Rajskub:I'm sad I missed your LA show. So are you reading from your book and talking in between orMichael Jamin:Yeah, it's more performative. It's like a reading is here, but it is really up and out. It's up and out. It's kind of like, well, have you ever seen any David Seras? You ever seen it perform? Yeah, it's a little like that, but it's a little more performative, a little more, but that's what it is. So I'll let you know when the next time is, but yeah, it was a little terrifying the first time, and I had to take acting lessons. I had to learn how to act.Mary Lynn Rajskub:You didMichael Jamin:Well. Yeah. I, I've directed actors, but it's one thing when you do it yourself. Here's the problem. My wife directed, and I met her when she was an actor, so she knows how to act because I met her on set, and so she directs it, and she's like, the first time we're rehearsing, she goes, you're taking the stage all wrong. I'm like, what do you mean? Because I'm walking on stage and it's like that. She's like, no, no, no, no, no. You're a rock star when you take the stage. I'm like, but I'm not a rock star. You are. When you take the stage and it's a whole different energy.Mary Lynn Rajskub:Imagine people going, it's Chloe from 24, and I'm like, hi guys. I just learned by throwing myself into that fire, like, oh, I have to match at least what their images of me and then more I've got to bring myself,Michael Jamin:Because they're coming to see someone famous. They're coming to see their favorite character on a TV show, whatever it is, and that's what they want. That's what theyMary Lynn Rajskub:Want. Got to represent your work. Otherwise it's like, why is this guy,Michael Jamin:Why is this guy here?Mary Lynn Rajskub:Or it's like, what is that?Michael Jamin:They don't want that. That's exactly right. They don't want that.Mary Lynn Rajskub:That is the equivalent of a strong choice out of the gate, a clear intention, butMichael Jamin:It felt like imposter syndrome, it felt like, but I'm not, it's too bad. That's what they want to see. That's what they paid to see. Yeah.Mary Lynn Rajskub:No, that's great.Michael Jamin:Yeah, so there's a bunch of stuff like that and also about Jesus, it's about giving, allowing, allowing there to be a silent moment for a second, which is terrifying. OhMary Lynn Rajskub:Yeah. I love the silences.Michael Jamin:Yeah.Mary Lynn Rajskub:I mean, it's different when you're reading from your book, but through the acting point of view is because you're listening.Michael Jamin:You're listening.Mary Lynn Rajskub:It's not meant to be like, here's what I'm saying. The words are an after effect of your intention and what you're reacting to.Michael Jamin:But in my case, there's an audience and it's dark. I can't see them. I know they're there. And so when you say I'm listening, I'm not hearing anything. I'm just sensing it, right?Mary Lynn Rajskub:Well, no, you're listening to, you are becoming a listener within your own material that you're presenting.Michael Jamin:You think I'm listening to myself,Mary Lynn Rajskub:So you're like, standup is similar in that. I'm not explaining it so clearly, but it's like I had to learn in standup because I am an actor, that I'm the narrator, so I hold the space and I create the context, but I'm also the character within it. So it's the character that's listening. So you are presenting it. You're not the rockstar, but the character guy that's going to come. I'm telling you this story, and once I start telling you the story, I enter into that story and I become the character of the story.Michael Jamin:It's so interesting. You have given this thing, this performing thing, a lot of thought, right? Am I right? You think about this a lot. I mean, most actors or I don't think people appreciate that as much talking like an artist would talk. I really think so, because you're saying you've given a lot of thought. You're explaining the thought. You don't just go up there and talk. That's not what you're doing. You've given it a lot of thought about what your obligation is to being on stage and how you have to, I guess, the obligation to the art that you create.Mary Lynn Rajskub:Another point of that listening thing goes back to the point of view, which you do when you're writing scripts in order to write through that person's voice. Voice, listen, that character listens in a certain way, so it's their perspective,Michael Jamin:But call on a little bit more about, okay, so what is it you think I have to do or B, when I'm on stage, give me some acting. Give me some lessons here.Mary Lynn Rajskub:Well, it depends on what you're saying, but I think I was going off of you saying the silences imagining you take a moment because you've just said something and you're wanting to sink in, or what you've said had a certain tone, certain or intention that you don't want to rush through because you've either just made a point or you expressed something in a certain way that needs space.Michael Jamin:It requires a lot of trust though, because when you take that space, you want the audience, I want to let you feel it. Just take a second to feel it. But the trust it requires is that they are actually feeling it.Mary Lynn Rajskub:That's right.Michael Jamin:And maybe they're not. That's the problem.Mary Lynn Rajskub:That's right. Space in between is the dangerous, and when you talk about on, when I see you on ig, talking about AI is like, this is the back and forth that we want. This is the we come together. I'm going to say something. I'm going to see if it affects you. I'm going to say it with an intention. Did you hear it the way that I intended or did something else happen? Making me think of those articles. When you press listen and it comes out in an AI voice,Michael Jamin:What people, that's what they don't get. Yeah, that's what they don't get. When I talk about can AI do what artists do? And they go, yes, they can. I've already seen it, and they're like, I don't think you understand the thought that we put into this. I think you're missing what we try to do here.Mary Lynn Rajskub:And you do that all the time, because I've watched a lot of your clips lately where you'll be explaining something and then you'll digress and go into a joke, and you're immediately without thinking about it because you thought of the joke, and then you're acting it out, and then you're going back to what you're saying. Yeah,Michael Jamin:But sometimes even when I watch myself, I go, eh, I did it better in my head.Mary Lynn Rajskub:Exactly.Michael Jamin:That's exactly right. Yeah. But to me, so I'm glad you said this. I think that it actually helps me. That's the part that I was getting stuck on, the trusting that the audience is feeling what I want to feel in that silence and that they're not doing this or whatever.Mary Lynn Rajskub:Right now, you're in the position to deliver it, usually giving your script to someone else and going, you be in the Deliver it walk. I'll tell you, if you're delivering it, now you're in the driver's seat of that,Michael Jamin:And it really gives me a new appreciation for really how hard it is. And by the way, do it 10 times while the cameras are over here and while people are walking and, oh, this is going on. We need you to be in that moment 10 times and oh, off walk and go and now, yeah, it's a hard job being in that moment. Yeah,Mary Lynn Rajskub:That's the weirdest part.Michael Jamin:What do it now.Mary Lynn Rajskub:Yeah, because you're making yourself vulnerable again and again, and you're coming to that point over of jumping off. I remember I was at school, it was like a game of throne sketch and there was another mom, and it was just that we were out on the lawn of the school and it was something for the fundraiser and one of the other moms were joking around, I'm doing my bit, and the camera turns to her and she's got whatever it was, whatever spoof of somebody wrote, it turns to her and she went and she got it, fucked her up. And I started laughing and I was like, yeah, it's humiliating. And she had to say, it was like one line as my dragons, and she just went, ah. And I watched her just crumble. And I go, yeah, yeah, yeah. That moment every time you hit that point of humiliation because you've got to open up and commit and put yourself out there to make an ass of yourself or put the most tender parts of yourself, you're getting ready for the moment and then when the moment happens, I don't know. It's a weird thing you're showing up. Yeah,Michael Jamin:Exactly. You said it perfectly. I totally understand that. And so she just thought this was going to be easy and it made you laugh because it's like, see, this is every day I got to do thisMary Lynn Rajskub:Weird thing. Well, I don't know why someone is holding a camera. They just turned it on you and they said, say a certain thing in a certain way. How do you do that?Michael Jamin:Yeah. It makes you self-conscious of your existence now you Right. And then what do you do then when you're on, when you become aware of your existence and your acting, what do you do?Mary Lynn Rajskub:Yeah,Michael Jamin:What do you do? You're heads and the cameras are on you and you're like, oh fuck, I'm in a show. There's lights and everything.Mary Lynn Rajskub:That's the question. Hopefully you get paid for it is what you do.Michael Jamin:Hopefully youMary Lynn Rajskub:Get paid to figure out,Michael Jamin:You get paid, right. But so do you talk to other actors a lot about this? Is this a conversation actress? Why not?Mary Lynn Rajskub:No, but when I do, because I should more, it's actually is really, honestly, it's pretty invigorating. But I'll run into people and we'll sort of organically stumble upon it. Maybe there are people that talk about it. I don't, it's very nice when I get to have comradery likeMichael Jamin:That. But when you've been on set and you surely you've worked with some, let's say, older, bigger stars, you don't ask 'em, Hey, how about some tips? What do you do?Mary Lynn Rajskub:Not really. I mean, there was one thing I wrote about it in my book called Ish, also my podcast at that. Woo. You do. But thereMichael Jamin:Was one, and that's a great title by the way.Mary Lynn Rajskub:Thank you so much. It's on the 24 where I had to act to a blank computer screen, but someone I knew or cared about was being tortured. But in the moment it was like go and I was just by myself in front of a blank computer screen and I did ask Kiefer's advice and it was super helpful. And he really actually stood off screen and talked me through it. So he became my partner and he was telling me what I was seeing. So he helped me with some.Michael Jamin:What was the advice he gave specifically, do you remember?Mary Lynn Rajskub:It wasn't really advice, he just helped me. It was like, okay, he's on the bike, the guys are coming up to him. They grabbed his head, he fell on the ground. So I was reacting. He was acting out the scene for meMichael Jamin:And heMary Lynn Rajskub:Letting me know that I wasn't crazy for going, how do you do this? I'm sitting in front of the blank screen. And so in that moment, from that point on, if he wasn't there, I knew how to, I'm just creating that in my head.Michael Jamin:A lot of people think that's the job of the director on a TV show, but often there's really no time for them to even do any of that, right?Mary Lynn Rajskub:Correct. They're thinking of a bunch of different things and they might course correct you, but they're not giving you, this is the actor's work is to know all that. They'll make adjustments along the way, but they're looking at all these other aspects at the same time.Michael Jamin:Yeah. It's not what maybe you think it is. It's not like a rehearsal time. It's like, no, you show up to work. Go and go. Did you study? Did you train a lot for, where did you train for?Mary Lynn Rajskub:No, I was lucky enough to get very much on the job trainingMichael Jamin:Because the way you talk about it, it makes it sound like you did study.Mary Lynn Rajskub:I mean, I've taken a couple classes here or there, but nothing. It was sort of on the fly. I did acting in high school, so I knew I sort of knew what blocking was, but I really got schooled. I got schooled by Gary Shambling. I was already on the Larry Show, and I put this in my book too, and he's like, cut. And he looks at me and he goes, what are you thinking? I was like, oh, because he called me out because I wasn't anything. And I was like, and he goes, you need to know what your character is thinking. I was reacting and I was interesting, but at the moment he knew there was a backstory that I was supposed to have in my mind and I didn't. And he called me out on it. And from that point forward, I was like, oh, subtext. I was just like a part. I just happened to be whatever, lucky enough to be interesting or have certain qualities. I got hired and I sort of instinctually did it. But from that moment on, I was like, subtext, subtext, subtext.Michael Jamin:So this discussion we just had, these are just basically questions you've been asking yourself over the course of your career and thinking about Yeah, yeah, yeah. Which is so interesting. Like other actors, you're talking about stuff that's been taught and you came to it yourself, and it's only the way you came to it is because you have to ask these questions. If you're an actor, it doesn't matter if it's your teacher teaches you or you figure it out yourself, it all leads to the truth, which is what you have to do. OrMary Lynn Rajskub:A lot of times it's like how to make something work like you're hired or even you're asked to do a comedy sketch and it's like, how do I sell this joke, but be true to the intention, but move the scene forward. Also, it could be anything. It could be like, oh, I'm at a table so that I am not seeing that thing that would've caused me to react. It's just, yeah, you're always being aske

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Becky will be interviewing Mary Lynn Scriver in today's episode. Mary is a gifted Christian singer and pianist who has passion for writing worship songs for the Lord. Her first album, “Unafraid” was recently released. Mary discovered she was challenged with ADHD as adult. Today, Mary Lynn, will share her story of how she got to “know” her ADHD and will share her toolbox that helps her function in day to day life. Mary Lynn will focus on the importance to drawing to God so we can experience Gods love revelation to find our identity in Christ. Mary Lynn will talk about shame which is something all of us challenged with ADHD have faced through trauma. She stresses the importance of renewing our minds with the Word of God to help us face the spiritual attacks of the enemy which we vulnerable too. Mary Lynn will talk about how the Lord revealed her calling to serve God as living sacrifice in worship music. Mary Lynn graciously shares so many wisdom nuggets grounded in Godly wisdom. Her story brings hope to so many Christians challenged with ADHD. You will be blessed after listening to Mary Lynn Scriver's God story! --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/jeff9259/message

 Mary Lynn Rajskub, Bill Kunstler, and Tess Barker join Arden and Katie to talk Bachelor in Paradise ep 9! Gilligan's Island Basketball! Limited prop budgets!!! Baby Jess! - Arden thinks Rachel keeps getting in her own way! - Mary Lynn wants a Kat John Henry pee wedding! - Bill is available to boss around! - Tess thinks Leslie rocked Gerry's world! All that plus........TWEET OF THE WEEK!See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Appalachian Thanksgiving recipes include sweet potato casserole and stuffing.  Our feature interview is Mary Lynn Snyder originally from Harlan Kentucky.  Mary Lynn remembers her mother Ruby's recipes and traditional ways of cooking. Dee Dee Constantine, retired food writer for the Knoxville News Sentinel has a segment on tips on how to prepare venison roast and venison steak, and she shares a recipe for venison meatloaf. Fred Sauceman's Potluck Radio series - we revisit his segment on the annual historic event of turkey herding that used to take place in Hancock County Tennessee. And I (Amy Campbell) share a story I recorded with my late father, who was an old-fashioned East TN medical doctor. He accumulated a lot of interesting stories in his 60-plus years of practicing medicine, and this story involves a turkey egg.

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Welcome to That Woo You Do with Mary Lynn Rajskub and Jeffrey Jay! On this week's podcast: Dungeons & Dragons, Writing on Riverdale, and Mary Lynn's Characters Follow Mary Lynn @marylynnrajskub and find her tour dates on marylynnmarylynn.com Follow Jeffrey @heyjeffreyjay and find his tour dates on jeffreyjaycomedy.com What woo do you do? Tell us about it by emailing ThatWooYouDo@gmail.com Find us @ThatWooYouDo and wherever you get your podcasts. Thanks for listening :)

Welcome, Chickmonks! If you've ever wondered “why religion? or why church?” I think this conversation will resonate with you. If you've ever wondered what the heck the Episcopal church is, you will learn so much in this conversation, and, if you've ever wondered what it's (really) like to be a priest or clergy person,or if you're feeling like the only person in your field who sees the potential and you're up against the momentum of “the way we've always done things”Contact HeatherContact Mary Lynn

Mary-Lynn Johnson of Living This Good Life shares 8 proven strategies to help you stay confident Episode 2836: 8 Proven Strategies to Help You Stay Confident by Mary-Lynn Johnson of Living This Good Life Adam grew up in a small town in New Brunswick, Canada. He knew from a young age that he wanted to explore and find what made him happy (and uncomfortable). He grew up as a very shy kid but over time he was able to defeat what was holding him down. He remembers how good he felt when he finally started to come out of his shell. He started to realize that the greatest things in life, whether it being your happiness or successes, come on the outskirts of your comfort zone. Since then, he's been exploring and trying to make each day his best day. He wants to share with you his experiences and hopefully influence you to make each day your best as well.  The original post is located here: https://www.livingthisgoodlife.com/post/8-proven-strategies-to-help-you-stay-confident   Visit Me Online at OLDPodcast.com  Interested in advertising on the show? Visit https://www.advertisecast.com/OptimalLivingDaily Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Mary-Lynn Johnson of Living This Good Life shares 8 proven strategies to help you stay confident Episode 2836: 8 Proven Strategies to Help You Stay Confident by Mary-Lynn Johnson of Living This Good Life Adam grew up in a small town in New Brunswick, Canada. He knew from a young age that he wanted to explore and find what made him happy (and uncomfortable). He grew up as a very shy kid but over time he was able to defeat what was holding him down. He remembers how good he felt when he finally started to come out of his shell. He started to realize that the greatest things in life, whether it being your happiness or successes, come on the outskirts of your comfort zone. Since then, he's been exploring and trying to make each day his best day. He wants to share with you his experiences and hopefully influence you to make each day your best as well.  The original post is located here: https://www.livingthisgoodlife.com/post/8-proven-strategies-to-help-you-stay-confident   Visit Me Online at OLDPodcast.com  Interested in advertising on the show? Visit https://www.advertisecast.com/OptimalLivingDaily Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Mary-Lynn Johnson of Living This Good Life shares 8 proven strategies to help you stay confident Episode 2836: 8 Proven Strategies to Help You Stay Confident by Mary-Lynn Johnson of Living This Good Life Adam grew up in a small town in New Brunswick, Canada. He knew from a young age that he wanted to explore and find what made him happy (and uncomfortable). He grew up as a very shy kid but over time he was able to defeat what was holding him down. He remembers how good he felt when he finally started to come out of his shell. He started to realize that the greatest things in life, whether it being your happiness or successes, come on the outskirts of your comfort zone. Since then, he's been exploring and trying to make each day his best day. He wants to share with you his experiences and hopefully influence you to make each day your best as well.  The original post is located here: https://www.livingthisgoodlife.com/post/8-proven-strategies-to-help-you-stay-confident   Visit Me Online at OLDPodcast.com  Interested in advertising on the show? Visit https://www.advertisecast.com/OptimalLivingDaily Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Dr. Larry Frazier, author of A Story Behind Every Hymn joined the program to discuss his passion for telling the stories behind hymns. An outstanding vocalist (opera, oratorio, church music), Dr. Frazier also served as a professor of music at the University of West Georgia. His radio program, The Hymn of the Week, continues to inspire audiences with the rich heritage of Christian Hymns.  Dr. Frazier is also a caregiver for his wife, Mary Lynn.  https://faithmusicconnection.com/dr-larry-profile 

It's the most special episode of Joe on Joe that I'll ever record, as my guest today is Mary Lynn Slepski, my Mom, who joins us to talk about my personal G.I. Joe origins! We go way back to 1983, even 1961, to discuss her favorite things growing up in Chicago! I really think you're going to love this episode, and I hope that it reconnects you in some way to your family, and the people that helped you along your own journey. The Movies and a Meal Podcast has absolutely shepherded this show along our journey, and we want you to support them too!

This weekly Audio Description Network Alliance series interviews your favorite audio description professionals for movies, series, and more.

Ashley Chance worked as the southeast program cordinator for Artemis over the past two and a half years. She is intelligent, kind, humble, empathetic, skilled and incredibly talented at everything she does. She made an impact on every single ambassador and leader she came into contact with and her leadership will be greatly missed. Ashley is now advancing onto the next stage of her incredible career in wildlife conseration.  Ashley lives in east Tennessee with her husband and two dogs. She spends time outdoors as a hunter, angler, and horseback rider. Ashley was raised on a farm in Minnesota and earned a Bachelor's degree in Wildlife Ecology from the University of Wisconsin. After graduation, she traveled around the country working as a wildlife technician on numerous research projects. In 2013 she boarded a plane for Ghana, West Africa, where she spent two years serving as a Peace Corps Volunteer in a rural village. Ashley fell in love with a scraggly little puppy during her time in Ghana and managed to bring him all the way back home with her. Upon her return to the United States, she began a master's program at Mississippi State University to determine how hunting pressure influences deer movements. While there, she met her husband and they acquired an English Springer Spaniel that is the most versatile (and crazy!) hunting dog you'll ever meet. Ashley's role as the South East Regional Coordinator was to extend the work of Artemis to southern states by supporting sportswomen as conservation leaders and helping them to build community. She did this... and so much more.  Show Notes: 1:22 – What's in Ashley's freezer? 7:01 – Special message from an Artemis ambassador based in Alaska! 7:42 – Ashley takes about her background as an equestrian enthusiast. 14:27 – Special message from an Artemis ambassador based in Tennessee! 16:02 – Ashley talks about growing up on a farm and her relationship to food. 41:20 – Special message from an Artemis ambassador based in Georgia! 24:28 -- Special message from an Artemis ambassador based in TN! MARY LYNN! 27:54 -- Special message from an Artemis ambassador based in Oklahoma! 30:22 -- Special message from Marcia – YES, that Marcia!!! 32:52 – Ashley talks about having a baby and working and being mom and all the good things! 36:07 -- Special message from an Artemis ambassador based in Florida! 44:38 -- Special message from a duck hunter extraordinaire! 46:08 -- Special message from an Artemis ambassador based in New York!! 48:01 -- Special message from an(other) Artemis ambassador based in Tennessee!   50:27 – Ashley shares a conservation tid-bit. 54:41 -- Special message from an Artemis ambassador based in Ohio! 57:20 – Closing from Ashley… Ashley, we love you! Thank you so much for everything you've done for our community and wildlife.    

Mary Lynn Witherspoon was a popular Charleston teacher who had an unexpected stalker. Though she tried to take steps to deter the unwanted attention, it escalated until finally reaching a deadly end. Join Mountain Murders as we discuss this disturbing case from the Palmetto state.

 Hello Family,Welcome back! This is day 20 of our 54-Day Rosary Novena. Second Sunday of Lent.Family, if you are enjoying our podcast and it is helping you grow spiritually during this Lenten season, please help me share the link to episode 1 with a loved one, friend, or co-worker.With your help, we can continue to grow our prayer family and make this novena and daily rosary prayers available to others. The link to our first episode will be listed in the show notes.Day 20 - Sorrowful Mysteries in Petition: Let's start. Today, we're praying the Sorrowful Mysteries in Petition. Blessed Mother, Queen of the Most Holy Rosary, help us to live and celebrate, in our daily lives, Jesus in the Eucharist. Blessed Mother, we pray to be configured in this season of lent so that one day we may be transfigured in Jesus.May we experience the plenitude as the children of God.May we configure ourselves in Jesus in mind and thoughts so we may do good deeds of love.We pray to ask for help or help others in need.We pray for our family.We pray for those seeking the vocation of marriage. We pray for their future spouse.We pray for nurses and nursing studentsWe pray for poets, authors, and artists.We pray for teachers and all staff who work in schools and Universities.We pray for the Catholic Church, the Pope, Bishops, Priests, Seminarians, Garrett McGowan, Fr. Billy at St. Marks, missionaries, and all religious sisters.We pray for those who are sick, those battling Cancer.We pray for all caregivers.Blessed Mother, we pray for our family's intentions here on the podcast, intentions received by email, Instagram, and YouTube.And we pray for the intentions of:  Grace, Mary Lynn, Shelby, Veronika, Marcela, Wilma, Jessy, Alejandra, Shiney, Sarah, Lisa, Amy, Nancy, Catalina, Tania, Rosario, Lois, MJ, Ana, Courtney, Kris, Monica, Maria, families: Moreno, Jimenez, Velasco, Ramírez, Morales, Soto, Rodríiuez, Gutierrez, Alamilla, Villagran, Murillo, Garcia and Ruiz, for Ana, Sebastian, Analia, Damián, soul of Juanita, Sofia, Joanne, Amy H, Jerica, Aaron, Allison, Paola, Mary, Diana, Louise, Mary G, Seth, Sharon, Diane, and Wayne.With Love,Maritza MendezLinktr.eehttps://linktr.ee/54daysofrosesWebsite:https://www.54daysofroses.com/Listen to Day 1https://www.54daysofroses.com/season8/day1Submit your prayer requesthttps://www.54daysofroses.com/requestsSubscribe to our YouTube channelhttps://www.youtube.com/@54daysofrosesDownload the Prayer Guidehttps://www.54daysofroses.com/how-to-praySupport our Ministryhttps://www.54daysofroses.com/supportDonate via Venmohttps://account.venmo.com/u/Novena54DaysofRosesDonate via PayPalhttps://www.paypal.com/paypalme/54DaysOfRoses Support the show

Hola familia,¡Bienvenido de nuevo! Este es el día 20 de nuestra Novena del Rosario de 54 días. segundo domingo de cuaresmaFamilia, si está disfrutando de nuestro podcast y lo está ayudando a crecer espiritualmente durante esta temporada de Cuaresma, ayúdame a compartir el enlace del episodio 1 con un ser querido, un amigo o un compañero de trabajo.Con su ayuda, podemos seguir haciendo crecer nuestra familia de oración y hacer que esta novena y las oraciones diarias del rosario estén disponibles para otros.El enlace a nuestro primer episodio aparecerá en las notas del programa.Día 20 - Misterios Dolorosos en Petición:Empecemos; hoy estamos rezando los Misterios Doloroses en Petición.Santísima Madre, Reina del Santísimo Rosario, ayúdanos a vivir y celebrar, en nuestra vida diaria, a Jesús en la Eucaristía.Santísima Madre, oramos para ser configurados en este tiempo de cuaresma para que un día podamos ser transfigurados en Jesús.Que experimentemos la plenitud como hijos de Dios.Que nos configuremos en Jesús en mente y pensamientos para que podamos hacer buenas obras de amor.Oramos para pedir ayuda o ayudar a otros en necesidad.Oramos por nuestra familia.Oramos por aquellos que buscan la vocación del matrimonio.Oramos por las enfermeras y estudiantes de enfermeríaOramos por los poetas, autores y artistas.Oramos por los maestros y todo el personal que labora en las escuelas y Universidades.Oramos por la Iglesia Católica, el Papa, los Obispos, los Sacerdotes, los Seminaristas, Garrett McGowan, el Padre Billy en St. Marks, misioneras y todas las hermanas religiosasOramos por los que están enfermos, los que luchan contra el cáncer.Oramos por los que cuidad a enfermos.Bendita Madre, oramos por las intenciones de nuestra familia aquí en el podcast, intenciones recibidas por correo electrónico, Instagram y YouTube.Y rezamos por las intenciones de: Grace, Mary Lynn, Shelbi, Veronika, Marcela, Wilma, Jessy, Alejandra, Shiney,  Sarah, Lisa, Amy, Nancy, Catalina, Tania, Rosario, Lois, MJ, Ana, Courtney, Kris, Monica, Maria, Familia Moreno,  Familia Jimenez, Familia Velasco, Familia Ramirez, Familia Morales, Familia Soto, Familia Rodriguez, Familia Gutierrez, Familia Alamilla, Familia Villagrán, Familia Murillo, Familias García y Ruiz, Ana, Sebastian, Analía, Damián, alma de Juanita, Sofia, Joanne, Amy H, Jerica, Aaron, Allison, Paola, Mary, Diana, Louise, Mary G, Seth, Sharon, Diane, y Wayne.Con amor, Maritza Mendez.Linktr.eehttps://linktr.ee/54daysofrosesPágina webhttps://www.54daysofroses.com/Escucha el "Día 1"https://www.54daysofroses.com/season8/dia1Envía tu petición de oraciónhttps://www.54daysofroses.com/requestsSuscríbete a nuestro canal de YouTubehttps://www.youtube.com/@54daysofrosesApoya nuestro Ministeriohttps://www.54daysofroses.com/supportVenmohttps://account.venmo.com/u/Novena54DaysofRosesPayPalhttps://www.paypal.com/paypalme/54DaysOfRosesCreación de Contenido y Diseño Webhttps://lillywriteshere.com/Support the show

From 24 and Mr Show my dear friend Mary Lynn comes in and talks about her up close and personal experience with an Elvis impersonator in Las Vegas. Hot hot hot! Follow Mary Lynn Rajskub on Instagram @MaryLynnRajskub FITZDOG RADIO is sponsored by BetterHelp.  

In this episode, Phillip Lanos and Jason Miller are joined by Mary Lynn Ziemer, Founder, and CEO of Living A Joyful Life, Inc.. Mary Lynn Ziemer is an Executive Business Advisor and Master of Advanced Life Concepts, Former Sr.Exec with 2 Fortune 100 companies. Leader of 5000 sales and customer service employees nationwide.Tune in to learn more!For more go to: https://www.strategicadvisorboard.comConnect:Strategic Advisor Board: www.linkedin.com/company/strategic-advisor-boardJason Miller: www.linkedin.com/in/jasontmiller-sabPhillip Lanos: www.linkedin.com/in/philliplanosMary Lynn ZiemerLinkedIn: www.linkedin.com/in/livingajoyfullifeWebsite: www.livingajoyfullifenow.com

Mary Lynn Rajskub and Ophira talk about the TV show 24, dating, and what it's like to parent a teenage boy. Mary Lynn also shares the secret recipe of Denny's ranch dressing and unrelated, why her son has never been to one of her comedy shows.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Mary Lynn Rajskub and Bill Kunstler join Arden and the Production team to discuss drama camp tears AKA Bachelor in Paradise! Gummy Bears! Defending Logan! Lady Lovers!- Arden and the rest of the team would have to take on Thor as their lovers on the show! -Mary Lynn thinks Kate should have kept on Logan as a TikTok boyfriend! - Bill thinks Aaron and Gen can make it through their misommunatactions as two crazy horny kids in love! All that plus........TWEET OF THE WEEK!See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

It's Christmas Time (for Mariah)! Lots of singing in this episode, but it's a good one as Justin welcomes Store-favorite Mary Lynn Rajskub to chat Halloween, women eaten by snakes, not paying parking tickets, and most importantly, Mary Lynn getting rejected by a psychic. SEE JUSTIN ON THE ROAD WITH HEATHER MCDONALD FOR JUICY SCOOP LIVE! GET MARY LYNN'S BOOK "FAME-ISH" WHEREVER BOOKS ARE SOLD!

Mary Lynn Rajskub (@marylynnrajskub) joins the ladies to talk about what cars they had in high school, they try their hands at pen flipping and Mary Lynn talks about what inspired her to write a book. Mary Lynn talks about making out with Tom Cruise, what is was like acting in action scenes and they answer two lady problems about a husband who doesn't value his wife and finding a new mechanic!Have a lady problem that needs answering? Send the ladies an email at: ladytoladycomedy@gmail.com or, better yet, leave us a voicemail at (323) 6BUTT30!Want to support the show and get access to bonus content? You can do so by subscribing to us on Wondery+! You can also join us over at Patreon.com/LadytoLady to get access to ad-free episodes, exclusive merch, and more! See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Mary Lynn Rajskub appears in A FILM BY KIRK, and it's an ICONIC Gilmore Girls moment. Mary Lynn tells Scott what she loved about being Kirk's Girlfriend in A FILM BY KIRK. And, she reveals the part she originally auditioned for on Gilmore Girls. Plus, she made out with Tom Cruise for 45 minutes and we want to know everything. Learn more about your ad-choices at https://www.iheartpodcastnetwork.com See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.