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Adventures of Dirk: The Celebrity Damsel In Distress Dirk encounters a stranded motorist who looks very familiar. By Original Aramis. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. It was a simply beautiful day, just perfect for riding; bright sunlight, clear sky, not too hot, no wind to speak of, absolutely perfect. Dirk had been on the road riding with his club since early morning, and now it was very late in the afternoon, and he was headed home.  He had spent the last two hours at the clubhouse with his brothers, having a few cold ones after a long and enjoyable day on the road, and now he was heading for his house with the sun setting behind him. The brotherhood of his club and the pleasure of riding the roads with them was the reason he joined the club in the first place, and he was already looking forward to the next ride with them. He was riding down a back road that was far enough off the main track that it wasn t used all that often, and it was one of his favorite roads to ride for just that reason. People driving cars, or cagers as they were known in the biker world, were the single biggest threat to anyone on a motorcycle, and Dirk avoided heavily traveled roads whenever he could. He was just rounding a bend in the road when he saw a car pulled off to the side of the road with what appeared to be a woman standing next to it, looking down at the right front tire which was flat. He slowed his bike and then pulled off the road, parking behind the car, a fairly new black Mustang convertible. The woman, a tall blonde wearing a gold sleeveless blouse, black slacks and flats, looked at him with apprehension as he got off the bike and walked over to her. No doubt she was sizing him up, just as he was doing the same to her. She was a stunner, to be sure, and from what Dirk could see beneath the form-fitting top and slacks she was wearing she had a body to die for. Dirk guessed that she was about 50 years old or so, but she certainly didn t look it either in her face or her body. Dirk was a boob man, always had been and always would be, and the woman standing next to the car certainly filled the bill. While not huge her boobs were big, bigger than average, which pleased Dirk to no end. And from what he could see beneath the fairly tight top and snug slacks she was wearing this woman was a very fit and trim 50. He could tell she was apprehensive because he had ridden up on a Harley and was wearing the colors of an MC; Dirk had encountered this before and knew how to handle it. His boots crunched in the gravel as he walked up to the car, stopping at the trunk to keep some space between them until she was sure he wasn t going to attack her. She turned to face him as he stopped. You need some help, ma'am? he asked, putting his hand on the trunk of the car. Dirk could see some of the apprehension leave her face when he used the word ma'am, which was exactly his intention. Yes, I do! she said, giving him a nervous smile. As you can see I ve got a flat, and I have no idea of how to change a tire! Do you have road hazard on your car insurance? he asked. If you have that you can call for a tow truck, and the driver will change your tire for you at no charge, he said. Yes, I do, but they always take so goddamn long to get here! she said, her smile broadening just a bit as she became more comfortable with him. And I really don t feel like standing out here on the side of the road way out in Bumfuck Egypt while I m waiting for the tow truck to get here! She put her hand to her mouth and paused for a moment before continuing. I m sorry, I always curse whenever I get nervous or upset, and right now I m a little bit of both. No need to be nervous, ma'am, all bikers aren t like what you see on TV, he said, trying to reassure you. Most of us aren t, actually, so don t let the colors fool you. Now would you like me to change your tire for you? he asked, and her face immediately brightened. You d do that for me? For some strange woman you ve never met before? she asked, her eyes bright. You re hardly a 'strange woman, and yes, I d be happy to change your tire for you! Dirk replied. Thank you so much! she said, a smile on her face. She took a step towards him, extending her hand as she continued. I m Caroline, she said, introducing herself. Dirk stepped forward and took her hand, shaking it as he spoke. Dirk, he said, returning her smile. Nice to meet you, Caroline! Now let me get at this tire so you can get on your way, he said, releasing her hand. Fifteen minutes later he was done, standing next to the Mustang and wiping his hands on a shop rag he s gotten out of the saddlebags on his bike. That temporary tire is next to useless, so you might want to get your real tire repaired or replaced as soon as you can, like tomorrow, he said, nodding to the donut tire now bolted onto the front right wheel. And stay off the major highways with it, those things aren t designed for highway speeds. I ve seen them literally disintegrate at those speeds, and it didn t end well for the driver. Thank you, I will, Caroline said, looking down at the temporary tire before looking back up at him. And thank you so much for stopping to help me, Dirk, you ve been a real gentleman in more ways than one! she said, reaching out and touching him on the arm as she spoke. The smile on her face was genuine this time with no trace of nervousness. You have to let me pay you for this, she said, looking into his eyes. Nope, I wouldn t dream of it! he replied. I was raised to respect women and do right by them, so this is just a normal thing for me. She smiled at him again as he said this. Well, then, at least you have to let me buy you a beer! she said, pausing for a moment before continuing. Or would you rather come to my house and have it there? she asked, the look in her eyes changing. I think we d be much more comfortable there than in a noisy old bar, don t you? she asked, raising an eyebrow at him. That all depends on what you have in mind, he said, grinning at her as he played her game. She grinned right back as she replied. I guess you ll just have to come to my house and find out, won t you, Dirk? she asked coyly. I guess so, he said, smiling at her. Great! Just follow me, it s not that far! she said. She walked around the front of the car and got in, starting the engine as Dirk walked back to his bike. He tossed the shop rag back into the open saddlebag, closed and secured it, then got on his bike and fired it up. She pulled her Mustang out onto the road, being careful not to spray him with gravel as she did so, and Dirk followed her. Ten minutes later they were pulling into the driveway of a single-story ranch-style house sitting in the middle of about five acres of land. The closest neighbor was at least that far away, and Dirk liked the house right away. The garage door opened as Caroline s car got close, and she pulled the Mustang inside to park it. There wasn t enough room in the garage for his bike, so Dirk parked it in the driveway just outside of the garage and got off. He walked into the garage just as Caroline was closing the door to her car. We ll go in the side door, so just follow me, she said, turning to walk to the door. Dirk couldn t help but notice and admire her firm, shapely ass as she walked in front of him. 'Damn, but she looks good for a broad her age! he thought to himself as he followed her into the house. Caroline pressed a button on the garage door opener control that was on the wall next to the door, and the garage door began dropping down behind them. The side door took them right into the kitchen, and once inside Caroline dropped her car keys and purse on the counter. She walked over to the refrigerator and opened it, then looked at him and smiled. Imported or domestic? she asked, standing behind the open refrigerator door. Domestic, please. I can t stand imported beer. Most of them are bitter and have a nasty aftertaste to them, he replied. Domestic it is, then! she said, bending over to retrieve a beer. When she stood up she was holding a dark brown bottle of beer in each hand, and she nudged the refrigerator door with her hip to get it to swing closed. He was happy to see that the beer just happened to be his favorite brand. She held one of the beers out to him, smiling as she spoke. I don t like imported beer much either, she said, twisting the top off her beer, then dropping it into the trash can at the end of the counter. And for pretty much the same reasons you stated. I only keep in in the house because some of my friends like it. She held her beer up in his direction and made a toast. So, here s to new friends! she said, giving him a big smile. He smiled back, clinking the neck of his bottle against hers. To new friends, he said, and then they both took a drink from their beers. The beer was cold and good, and it went down smooth. Let's go into the living room and relax, shall we? Caroline asked, motioning towards the big living room adjacent to the kitchen. Sounds good to me, Dirk replied, following her out of the kitchen and into the living room. The room was huge, bigger than any living room he had ever seen, and was sunken on top of that. The circular walls of the sunken living room were lined with tan leather couches and love seats with a big, round coffee table in the middle, and in the middle of that sat the biggest, most elaborate bong Dirk had ever seen. Caroline walked down the short stairway into the living room and then sat down on one of the couches. She patted the couch next to her, smiling at Dirk, so he walked down into the living room and sat down next to her, keeping a respectable distance between them. They still didn't know each other all that well, although Dirk knew more about her than she thought he did. In any event, he was playing it cool for now. :So tell me, Dirk, what do you do when you're not rescuing damsels in distress who are stranded on the side of the road, she asked, looking at him and taking a sip from her beer. Not much, actually, he replied, taking a pull from his beer, before he continued. I guess you could say I'm kind of retired. My parents were killed in a car crash when I was 24, and I inherited enough money and holdings that I don't have to work again for the rest of my life. I'm so sorry, Dirk. Caroline said, frowning. She ran his hand along the side of his face as she spoke, her hand was warm and soft, and it gave Dirk a chill. Thank you, but it's okay, he said, looking into her eyes. I'm okay now. Took a while for me to get over it, to get used to the idea that they were gone, but thanks to the help of some of my friends and a therapist who really knows her shit, I managed to get my life on track. Good. I'm so glad to hear that, she replied, smiling. So now for the most part, I just cruise around the country on my bike, either that or I'm out riding with my club, he said, sitting back on the couch. Sounds like a pretty good life if you ask me, Caroline said. Is there a Mrs. Dirk or a lady friend in the picture, she asked, raising her eyebrows. No, I'm too much of a nomad for that, Dirk replied. Besides, I'm way too young to settle down or get involved in a serious relationship. I'm too busy enjoying myself and having a good time, he said, chuckling a bit. And getting laid as much as you can along the way, I imagine, she said, grinning at him as she raised the bottle to her lips and took a sip. Yeah, there's that, too, Dirk said, grinning right back at her. He took a pull from his beer before he continued, the thought crossing his mind that it was time to let her know that he knew about her. So, what have you been up to since you retired from the industry? he asked, taking her by surprise. And what brings you all the way out here from Los Angeles? She smiled a half-smile as she looked down for a moment at the beer in her lap. It was the kind of smile you make when you know you've been caught at something. She looked up at him, still smiling as she spoke. When did you recognize me? she asked quietly. As soon as I got close enough to get a good look, he replied. So that explains the you're no strange woman comment you made out on the road, then, she said, and Dirk nodded. I had a feeling you may have recognized me, but I wasn't sure. You were being very cool about it all, I must say. It wasn't easy, let me tell you, he said. When I was a kid going through puberty, you were my favorite porn star of all time. I saw just about every movie you ever made, and I couldn't even begin to tell you the number of times I, well, that is, I mean. He stammered, realizing that he'd gotten carried away with his enthusiasm and said too much. The number of times you masturbated over me? she said, finishing his sentence for him and grinning at him. Well, yeah, he said, slightly embarrassed. She laughed at his obvious discomfort, then put her hand on his leg as she replied. It's okay, Dirk, really it is, she said. I'd be insulted if you didn't masturbate over me. After all, that's the whole point of porn, isn't it? I mean, who watches porn and doesn't masturbate? she asked, leaning back and taking her hand from his leg. Good point, he said, taking another drink from his beer. Did you come hard, Dirk? she asked, and Dirk just about choked on his beer. He turned and looked at her, and she leaned over towards him as she spoke again, bracing herself with one hand on the couch next to him. Did you come hard for me? she asked, her voice a throaty whisper. Dirk nodded as he replied. Yeah, I did, he said in a low voice. No porn star ever made me come the way you did, then or now. She smiled at this, looking deep into his eyes as she spoke again. Would you like for me to make you come now, Dirk? she asked, her voice nearly a whisper. She put her hand on the top of his thigh and rubbed up and down as she spoke, and Dirk could feel his cock beginning to twitch as the blood started rushing to it. I mean, after all, it's the least I could do to repay you for helping me today, don't you think? I'd have to be crazy to say no, he said, leaning forward and putting his beer on the coffee table, then sitting back. And I'm a lot of things, but crazy ain't one of them. She smiled at his reply, her hand still moving up and down on his thigh, but moving up higher with every stroke. You remember what my specialty was, don't you, Dirk? she asked, still smiling and still rubbing his thigh. As I recall, you gave one hell of a blowjob, he replied, and she grinned at this. I gave the best blowjobs in the business, she said proudly. Nobody could suck a cock like me, and I mean nobody, she said, sliding her hand up and onto the growing bulge in his jeans. She gripped his cock gently through his jeans as she continued. Would you like me to suck your cock, Dirk? she asked, her voice a whisper. Would you like for me to suck your cock, make you come in my mouth, and then swallow it? She squeezed his cock harder through his jeans, feeling it growing beneath her hand. I'd like that very much, Dirk said in a low voice. She broke out into a big smile at his reply, then slid off the couch to kneel in front of him, spreading his knees out as she did. She sat down on her haunches, her hands on his knees for support, then running her hands at the tops of his thighs towards his crotch. She looked up at him, a smile on her face, as her hands met at his cock. She massaged and squeezed his cock through his jeans for a moment, looking down at the growing lump in his jeans, then moved her hands to the button at the top. She opened the button and then slid the zipper down slowly, looking up at him again as she did so. When the zipper was all the way down, she pulled his jeans open, looking down as she did so, and was pleasantly surprised to see that not only was he not wearing any boxers, he was also clean-shaven. She looked up at him, a smile on her face, her eyes sparkling with desire as she spoke. Oh, look, a naked cock! she cooed, holding his jeans open. Is it for me? All yours. Dirk replied. Let's set him and his two brothers free, shall we? she asked, reaching inside his jeans to cup his balls in her hand. She gently lifted them up and pulled them out of his jeans, moving his jeans aside with the other hand. His cock and balls were now fully exposed, and she was pleasantly surprised to see that Dirk shaved his balls as well. She looked up at him as she spoke. I'm so glad to see that you shave, Dirk, she said, her voice husky. It makes giving you a blowjob and sucking on your balls so much easier. Caroline smiled at him again and then lowered her head down to his cock. She ran her warm, wet tongue slowly along the underside of his semi-erect cock from the base to the tip, leaving a glistening trail behind. She did this several times before she moved down to his balls, licking them just as slowly and lovingly as she had his cock. She wrapped one hand around his shaft, pumping it slowly to full hardness as she planted her soft, warm lips on his balls. She opened her mouth and sucked one of his balls into her mouth, rolling her tongue around it as she lifted her head up, pulling on it with her mouth. She repeated the process with the other one until his balls were slick and shiny with her spit. Dirk watched in amazement as she worked him over. He simply couldn't believe that the porn star of his youthful dreams was actually in front of him on her knees, sucking on his cock and balls. And damn! but she was good. His cock was rock hard and throbbing by now, her hand wrapped firmly around it and pumping it as she worked on his balls. She released his ball from her mouth with a gentle pop, then ran her tongue over and around both of them before opening her mouth as wide as she could, placing her lips on his sack. With gentle but steady suction, she sucked both of his balls into her mouth, and Dirk could see her cheeks bulging out as her mouth was filled with his balls. She looked up at him for a moment, still pumping his cock with her hand, and then continued working on his balls. She rolled her tongue around them as much as she could, but her mouth was so full that all she could really do was suck on them and tug on them by lifting her head up. She did this for a few moments, then let his balls slip from her mouth. Aha, she sighed, her mouth open. I just love sucking on a man's balls, she said, grinning up at him as she continued pumping his cock with her hand. Almost as much as I love sucking on his dick. She ran the flat of her soft, wet tongue up the underside of his cock from his balls to the tip, opening her mouth wide when she got to the head and lowering it down over the first three inches of his cock, before closing her lips around it. She immediately applied suction, slowly pulling her mouth back up his shaft until just the head was in her mouth. She sucked hard on the head, swirling her tongue over and around it, before sliding her mouth all the way down his shaft. She took his entire length in her mouth, her nose pressing against his abdomen as she deep-throated him, massaging and squeezing his balls with her hand as she did so. Then she slowly slid her mouth back up his shaft until just the head was in her mouth again, once more swirling her tongue around it. Um, she mowed around the head of his cock, looking up at him as the corners of her mouth turned up in a smile. She grabbed the wet shaft in her hand and pumped as she released it from her mouth to speak. I can taste your pre-cum, she said, gripping his cock tightly in her fist and pumping it hard. And I can't wait to taste your cum when I make your cock explode in my mouth. Then she opened her mouth wide again and dropped her mouth down on his cock, again waiting until the first three inches was in her mouth, before she closed her lips around it. She repeated what she had just done, sucking hard on his cock as she slid her mouth all the way down and then slowly back up his shaft, her hand gripping and massaging his heavy balls as she did so. Damn, but she's good. The best in the business. And if she keeps this up, I'm gonna cum in no time. Dirk thought to himself as he watched Caroline's head bob up and down on his shaft. Her tempo was just right, not too fast and not too slow, but just fast enough with just the right amount of suction. As if she had read his thoughts, Caroline looked up at him and smiled around his cock again, her eyes sparkling. When she got to the head of his cock, this time she changed tactics. She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock again, and then slid her mouth down to take only the head and the first two inches into her mouth. Then she sucked on his cock like she was drinking from a straw, moving her jaw around and sliding her tongue up and down the underside of his cock while she tugged and pulled on his balls. She intentionally left the part of his shaft that wasn't in her mouth untouched, not pumping it with her hand as she had done before. This way, she knew, the sensations of what she was doing would be concentrated strictly around the head of his cock, and she knew from past experience that if she kept this up it wouldn't be long before he was coming in her mouth. But she wasn't ready for that to happen, not yet, anyway. When Caroline started sucking on him like this, he let his head fall back, closing his eyes and moaning slightly as he gripped the cushion of the couch in his fists. Then he lifted his head and opened his eyes, Then he lifted his head and opened his eyes, taking in the sight of Caroline looking at him while working on his cock, her cheeks hollowed in from the suction she was applying to his dick, her jaw working as she sucked on his turgid cock. Shit! Dirk gasped, making Caroline smile around his cock again. She sucked on him for a few moments more, then released his cock from her mouth with a pop. You like that, huh, Dirk? she asked, gripping his throbbing shaft, with her free hand and pumping it firmly. His pre-cum was flowing like a river, and Caroline ducked her head down to lick up the big drop that appeared at the head of his cock. She smiled up at him as she swallowed it down. That's fucking amazing! Dirk replied, a little out of breath. You keep that up and you'll have me coming in your mouth in no time, he warned, half hoping that she would and the other half hoping not. She was giving him the absolute best blow job of his entire life and he wasn't ready for it to be over. I know, but I'm not ready for that just yet, she said, smiling as she looked at the swollen head of his cock protruding from her fist. I want to suck on your dick a little longer before I make you cum, if that's okay with you? she said, looking back up at him and smiling a half smile. Before he had a chance to reply she removed her hand from his shaft and opened her mouth wide, shoving her head forward as she engulfed his entire cock in her mouth. She closed her lips around the base and sucked hard as she pulled her head back quickly, her tongue pressed firmly against the sensitive underside of his shaft, releasing his cock from her mouth with a loud, slurpy pop. Ah, she gasped, her mouth open as she took a quick breath, before engulfing his cock once again and repeating what she had just done. Ah, she gasped again, a thick strand of saliva hanging from her bottom lip leading to the head of Dirk's cock. She took another quick breath and glanced up at Dirk before shoving her head forward once more. Ah, as her mouth slipped from his cock again, and then again and again until she had done this five or six times. Dirk's cock was slick and shiny with her spit, her lips shiny and wet as well. The last time she shoved Dirk's cock down her throat she held it there, her nose pressed against his abdomen as she sucked and swallowed around his throbbing shaft for a moment before pulling her mouth from his cock. Ah, she gasped, looking up at Dirk with an open-mouthed grin as she grabbed his slippery cock with her hand, wiping her lips with the back of her other hand before she spoke. I'm going to make you cum now, Dirk, she said breathlessly, panting a little from her efforts on his cock, pumping the shaft in her hand. I want you to fill my mouth with your cum, so I can taste you before I swallow it down, after I show it to you, of course. She lowered her mouth to his cock once more, opening her mouth just enough to let his cock slide in, her soft lips sliding over the head as she pushed her mouth down onto the thick shaft. She slid her mouth all the way down to the base, pausing there and sucking for a moment, before slowly sliding her mouth back up his cock, firmly pressing the flat of her tongue against the underside as she went. She stopped when she had about two inches of his cock still in her mouth, and Dirk had a feeling he knew what was coming. And he was right. Caroline looked up at him and smiled around his cock for just a moment, then began sucking on his shaft the same way she had done a few minutes before, just the head and first two inches in her mouth, the rest of his shaft untouched, her hand gripping and tugging on his balls. She worked her jaw back and forth around the head of his cock, sucking hard as she swirled her tongue over and around it, sliding it up and down the sensitive underside repeatedly. She looked up at him, never taking her eyes from his as she sucked hard on his cock, tugging and pulling at his balls, urging him on towards his impending orgasm. It was only about a minute or so before Dirk felt his balls shift in her hand, and Carolina must have felt it as well. She increased the suction on his cock and the motions of her jaw, and felt his cock thicken and swell in her mouth as he was getting ready to come. His orgasm built quickly, quicker than Dirk had ever experienced before, and he heard Caroline moan around his cock. That was all it took. Dirk's cock exploded as his orgasm hit, blasting the first of many streams of hot, thick cum into Caroline's mouth. Dirk gripped the cushions hard in his fists, throwing his head back and groaning through clenched teeth as his cock pumped stream after stream of cum into her wet, sucking mouth. He was cumming hard, harder than he'd ever cum before, and he could do nothing except hang on and let his orgasm run its course. Caroline squealed with delight around his cock, exhilarated by the feeling of his cock pumping and pulsing in her mouth. She could feel his hot cum landing on her tongue and hitting the back of her throat, and she dropped her free hand down and slid it inside her pants to finger her clit. She was very wet, sucking a man's cock like this always excited her, and this time was no different. She rubbed the hard little nub furiously as Dirk's cock continued to pump and throb, filling her mouth with the sweet, delicious cum. It only took a few seconds for her own orgasm to hit, and she squeezed her eyes shut and moaned loudly around Dirk's cock as the waves of pleasure went crashing through her body. She never released his cock from her mouth, holding it there and keeping up the suction and the motions of her jaw as her own orgasm rocked her body. She panted for breath, breathing hard through her nose as she kept her mouth clamped onto Dirk's cock, hanging on as their mutual orgasms continued. Caroline's orgasm was intense, but fast, shaking her whole body, but fading away as quickly as it had arrived. As she regained her complete senses, she could feel the pumping of Dirk's cock also beginning to fade, slowing in her mouth as the last of his cum shot out into her navel mouth. She slowed the motions of her jaw and tongue, keeping up the suction as she slipped her hand from her pussy and grabbed his shaft, wrapping her fingers tightly around it. She pumped the last of his cum from him, squeezing hard on the upstroke and easing her grip on the downstroke as she milked him dry. She slid her mouth to the very tip of his cock, keeping her soft lips attached to the tip as she pumped the last of his cum into her mouth. She looked down at his cock as she slipped her lips from it, then kissed it softly before sitting back. She looked up at Dirk, her hand still gripping his hard cock as she opened her mouth to show him his cum. She looked him in the eyes as she rolled it around on her tongue, lifting her tongue up to let it slide from the sides, then lowering her tongue down and scooping it up before lifting up again. She rolled his cum around in her mouth for a few moments before closing her lips, and Dirk heard a slight gulp as she swallowed it all. It was easily the sexiest, most erotic thing he'd ever seen, and he felt his cock twitch in her hand. When she opened her mouth again it was empty, without a single trace of the huge load he'd given her visible. She leaned forward and gave the tip of his cock a wet, sucking kiss, then looked up at him with her hand still gripping his cock. Delicious, she said, running her lithe tongue over her lips. I just love the taste of the cum, and you taste really good, Dirk, she said, smiling at him. That was incredible! Dirk said, still trying to catch his breath. I've had blowjobs before, but nothing like that. I mean, holy shit, but you're good. The best in the business, then or now, she said proudly. She looked down at Dirk's hard cock in her hand, slowly pumping it as she spoke again. You're still hard! she said, looking up at him. Yeah, it does that sometimes, Dirk replied. Would you like me to fuck you, Dirk? she asked, smiling up at him. Is the Pope Catholic? he asked, smiling back. Last time I looked, yeah, he was, she said, smiling as she got to her feet. Dirk now noticed the aroma of her musk in the room, he was so intent on his own orgasm that he missed it when she had her own. She kicked off her shoes and slid both her slacks and her panties down, stepping out of them and kicking them to the side. We can take our time with this, later, she said, crossing her arms at her waist and grabbing her shirt, then pulling it up and over her head. It landed in the same pile as her slacks and panties. Right now I just want to fuck, she said, reaching behind her back and quickly unfastening her bra, then dropping it into the pile. She was now standing completely naked in front of him, her full breast standing out proudly from her chest with the nipples hard and erect. Dirk was impressed with how good she looked, she had just a little bit of the excess padding that comes with age, but her stomach was still flat, her breasts still firm and full, and her legs were still lean. He was pleased to see that she shaved her pussy completely bald, and he could see the outer lips glistening with her juices from where she'd already come once. Dirk leaned forward and slipped out of his boots and socks, then lifted his hips to slide his jeans down and off. He pushed them to the side to lay next to Caroline's discarded clothing. He reached for the buttons on his shirt when Caroline spoke. Leave the shirt and vest on, she said, moving forward and putting one knee on the couch next to his hip. Dirk slid down on the couch until his ass was at the very edge, his cock still hard and throbbing as Caroline leaned over him, bracing herself with her hands on the back of the couch as she put her other knee on the couch as well, straddling him. Her big, full tits swayed inches in front of his face, and Dirk couldn't resist reaching up and grabbing them. They were full and firm in his hands, the nipples quickly hardening beneath his palms as he squeezed them. Oh, I like that. Caroline purred, reaching down and grasping his rigid cock in her hand. You keep doing that while I do this, she said, rubbing the head of his cock up and down between her pussy lips before placing the swollen head at her opening and sitting down. She took him all in one motion, her hot, wet pussy enveloping his cock like a warm wet velvet glove. Aha, she moaned, closing her eyes and smiling as she threw her head back. She pushed her hips down harder, impaling herself on his cock, grinding her hips around and around on his length as it was buried deeper inside her. Dirk squeezed her big tits hard in return, and she moaned again as he brought one to his mouth and clapped his lips around the hard nipple. She gasped as he sucked hard on the little nub, flicking his tongue over it. Oh my God, that's good! she breathed, squeezing his cock with her inner muscles. You keep that up and I'm gonna be coming again in no time. That's the idea, Dirk said, releasing her nipple from his mouth long enough to speak. Then he clapped his lips onto her other nipple, repeating what he'd done to the first one. Caroline gasped loudly in response, and then she started to move. She began sliding up and down on his cock, riding him in long, deep and fast strokes, sliding her pussy up and down on his cock. She gripped the back of the couch in her fists as she rode him hard and fast, grinding her hips down on him, rotating them around and around as she moved up and down on his hard shaft. She rode him hard and deep for several long, pleasurable moments, then looked down at him as he continued to suck on her nipples. She removed her hands from the back of the couch and took his head in her hands, holding it up and forcing him to release her nipple from his mouth. She bent down and kissed him hard and deep, her tongue sliding into his mouth to find and dance with his own, breathing hard through her nose as the kiss deepened. Dirk squeezed her big mounds in his hands as they kissed, and she moaned in his mouth when he pulled on both nipples at once. After a few more moments, Caroline broke off the kiss and leaned forward, wrapping her arms around Dirk's neck and putting her head down onto his shoulder as she increased the motions of her hips, her big breasts pressing into Dirk's chest when he moved his hands. He wrapped his arms around her as her hips moved faster, her upper body motionless and resting on Dirk's torso. Just her hips were moving, up and down, faster and faster, sliding her wet pussy up and down on Dirk's hard cock over and over again. She fucked him hard and fast, her hips a blur as she moved, and it wasn't long before she felt her orgasm coming. I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come, she gasped, panting and gasping for breath in Dirk's ear. Uh, she cried through clenched teeth as she came, her orgasm exploding in her pussy and ripping lower body in long, intense waves of orgasmic bliss. Dirk felt her pussy quivering and fluttering around his shaft as she pounded her hips down onto him, the intensity of her orgasm driving her moves now. Her arms tightened around his neck as she continued to come, and he felt his own orgasm building quickly. Yes, yes, yes! she gasped, her hips still moving on him, give it to me, give it to me, give it to me now! she insisted, and Dirk did just that. For the second time, Dirk's cock exploded, this time inside her clutching, gripping pussy. He groaned and thrust his hips upward, driving his cock deeply into her tunnel as it throbbed and pulsed, shooting stream after stream of cum deep inside her. She cried out as she felt his cock pumping, pushing her hips down onto him to get him as deep inside her as she could. Dirk came just as hard the second time as he had the first, but this one didn't last as long. The pumping and throbbing of his cock slowed as his orgasm quickly faded, and Caroline dropped her hips down onto him and kept them there, clutching and squeezing his cock with her pussy as she held her hips motionless. She was panting for breath, her body covered in a fine sheen of sweat, and Dirk held her tight as the last bit of cum spit out of his cock into her pussy. This time he felt himself start to go soft almost right away, which meant that he was done for a while, anyway. Caroline lifted herself up and looked down at him, bracing herself with her hands on the back of the couch again, his softening cock still trapped inside her pussy. Her hair was a tousled and tossed mess, but the smile on her face made her glow. Oh my god, that was good, she said, smiling down at him. I was going to say the same thing. Dirk said, smiling back at her. She bent down and kissed him briefly, but softly, her lips barely parted. She smiled at him again as she spoke after the kiss ended. You're incredible, she said softly, her tousled blonde hair hanging around her face. As are you, he replied. You realize that you just made one of my teenaged pubescent wet dreams come true, don't you? he asked. Kinda, yeah, she said, grinning down at him. Was it everything you thought it would be? she asked, playfully. Dirk nodded as he replied. That, and so much more, he replied. Even though that was just a quick fuck on the couch? she asked, still sitting on his lap with his now soft cock still inside her. Hell, the blowjob alone was enough, he said. Anything after that was all gravy. Thank you, Dirk, I'm glad to hear that, she said, bending down and giving him a quick kiss. Nice to know I haven't lost my touch. I don't think you ever have to worry about that, he replied. She looked at him for a moment before speaking again. Do you have any plans for, say, the rest of the night? she asked, her eyes hopeful. You mean all night? he asked, his eyebrows raised. I mean as in making you breakfast tomorrow morning, she replied, smiling. Actually, no, he said. What do you have in mind? Oh, nothing much, she said, playing with him. I just thought we'd spend the night seeing just how many of your teenaged pubescent fantasies we can make come true. I'd like that, Dirk said, genuinely surprised. I'd like that very much. Good. So would I, she said, grinning at him as she bent over and kissed him again. And the next morning, Dirk discovered that she was just as good a cook as she was in bed. Well, almost anyway. By Original Aramis for Literotica.

Adventures of Dirk: The Celebrity Damsel In Distress Dirk encounters a stranded motorist who looks very familiar. By Original Aramis. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. It was a simply beautiful day, just perfect for riding; bright sunlight, clear sky, not too hot, no wind to speak of, absolutely perfect. Dirk had been on the road riding with his club since early morning, and now it was very late in the afternoon, and he was headed home.  He had spent the last two hours at the clubhouse with his brothers, having a few cold ones after a long and enjoyable day on the road, and now he was heading for his house with the sun setting behind him. The brotherhood of his club and the pleasure of riding the roads with them was the reason he joined the club in the first place, and he was already looking forward to the next ride with them. He was riding down a back road that was far enough off the main track that it wasn t used all that often, and it was one of his favorite roads to ride for just that reason. People driving cars, or cagers as they were known in the biker world, were the single biggest threat to anyone on a motorcycle, and Dirk avoided heavily traveled roads whenever he could. He was just rounding a bend in the road when he saw a car pulled off to the side of the road with what appeared to be a woman standing next to it, looking down at the right front tire which was flat. He slowed his bike and then pulled off the road, parking behind the car, a fairly new black Mustang convertible. The woman, a tall blonde wearing a gold sleeveless blouse, black slacks and flats, looked at him with apprehension as he got off the bike and walked over to her. No doubt she was sizing him up, just as he was doing the same to her. She was a stunner, to be sure, and from what Dirk could see beneath the form-fitting top and slacks she was wearing she had a body to die for. Dirk guessed that she was about 50 years old or so, but she certainly didn t look it either in her face or her body. Dirk was a boob man, always had been and always would be, and the woman standing next to the car certainly filled the bill. While not huge her boobs were big, bigger than average, which pleased Dirk to no end. And from what he could see beneath the fairly tight top and snug slacks she was wearing this woman was a very fit and trim 50. He could tell she was apprehensive because he had ridden up on a Harley and was wearing the colors of an MC; Dirk had encountered this before and knew how to handle it. His boots crunched in the gravel as he walked up to the car, stopping at the trunk to keep some space between them until she was sure he wasn t going to attack her. She turned to face him as he stopped. You need some help, ma'am? he asked, putting his hand on the trunk of the car. Dirk could see some of the apprehension leave her face when he used the word ma'am, which was exactly his intention. Yes, I do! she said, giving him a nervous smile. As you can see I ve got a flat, and I have no idea of how to change a tire! Do you have road hazard on your car insurance? he asked. If you have that you can call for a tow truck, and the driver will change your tire for you at no charge, he said. Yes, I do, but they always take so goddamn long to get here! she said, her smile broadening just a bit as she became more comfortable with him. And I really don t feel like standing out here on the side of the road way out in Bumfuck Egypt while I m waiting for the tow truck to get here! She put her hand to her mouth and paused for a moment before continuing. I m sorry, I always curse whenever I get nervous or upset, and right now I m a little bit of both. No need to be nervous, ma'am, all bikers aren t like what you see on TV, he said, trying to reassure you. Most of us aren t, actually, so don t let the colors fool you. Now would you like me to change your tire for you? he asked, and her face immediately brightened. You d do that for me? For some strange woman you ve never met before? she asked, her eyes bright. You re hardly a 'strange woman, and yes, I d be happy to change your tire for you! Dirk replied. Thank you so much! she said, a smile on her face. She took a step towards him, extending her hand as she continued. I m Caroline, she said, introducing herself. Dirk stepped forward and took her hand, shaking it as he spoke. Dirk, he said, returning her smile. Nice to meet you, Caroline! Now let me get at this tire so you can get on your way, he said, releasing her hand. Fifteen minutes later he was done, standing next to the Mustang and wiping his hands on a shop rag he s gotten out of the saddlebags on his bike. That temporary tire is next to useless, so you might want to get your real tire repaired or replaced as soon as you can, like tomorrow, he said, nodding to the donut tire now bolted onto the front right wheel. And stay off the major highways with it, those things aren t designed for highway speeds. I ve seen them literally disintegrate at those speeds, and it didn t end well for the driver. Thank you, I will, Caroline said, looking down at the temporary tire before looking back up at him. And thank you so much for stopping to help me, Dirk, you ve been a real gentleman in more ways than one! she said, reaching out and touching him on the arm as she spoke. The smile on her face was genuine this time with no trace of nervousness. You have to let me pay you for this, she said, looking into his eyes. Nope, I wouldn t dream of it! he replied. I was raised to respect women and do right by them, so this is just a normal thing for me. She smiled at him again as he said this. Well, then, at least you have to let me buy you a beer! she said, pausing for a moment before continuing. Or would you rather come to my house and have it there? she asked, the look in her eyes changing. I think we d be much more comfortable there than in a noisy old bar, don t you? she asked, raising an eyebrow at him. That all depends on what you have in mind, he said, grinning at her as he played her game. She grinned right back as she replied. I guess you ll just have to come to my house and find out, won t you, Dirk? she asked coyly. I guess so, he said, smiling at her. Great! Just follow me, it s not that far! she said. She walked around the front of the car and got in, starting the engine as Dirk walked back to his bike. He tossed the shop rag back into the open saddlebag, closed and secured it, then got on his bike and fired it up. She pulled her Mustang out onto the road, being careful not to spray him with gravel as she did so, and Dirk followed her. Ten minutes later they were pulling into the driveway of a single-story ranch-style house sitting in the middle of about five acres of land. The closest neighbor was at least that far away, and Dirk liked the house right away. The garage door opened as Caroline s car got close, and she pulled the Mustang inside to park it. There wasn t enough room in the garage for his bike, so Dirk parked it in the driveway just outside of the garage and got off. He walked into the garage just as Caroline was closing the door to her car. We ll go in the side door, so just follow me, she said, turning to walk to the door. Dirk couldn t help but notice and admire her firm, shapely ass as she walked in front of him. 'Damn, but she looks good for a broad her age! he thought to himself as he followed her into the house. Caroline pressed a button on the garage door opener control that was on the wall next to the door, and the garage door began dropping down behind them. The side door took them right into the kitchen, and once inside Caroline dropped her car keys and purse on the counter. She walked over to the refrigerator and opened it, then looked at him and smiled. Imported or domestic? she asked, standing behind the open refrigerator door. Domestic, please. I can t stand imported beer. Most of them are bitter and have a nasty aftertaste to them, he replied. Domestic it is, then! she said, bending over to retrieve a beer. When she stood up she was holding a dark brown bottle of beer in each hand, and she nudged the refrigerator door with her hip to get it to swing closed. He was happy to see that the beer just happened to be his favorite brand. She held one of the beers out to him, smiling as she spoke. I don t like imported beer much either, she said, twisting the top off her beer, then dropping it into the trash can at the end of the counter. And for pretty much the same reasons you stated. I only keep in in the house because some of my friends like it. She held her beer up in his direction and made a toast. So, here s to new friends! she said, giving him a big smile. He smiled back, clinking the neck of his bottle against hers. To new friends, he said, and then they both took a drink from their beers. The beer was cold and good, and it went down smooth. Let's go into the living room and relax, shall we? Caroline asked, motioning towards the big living room adjacent to the kitchen. Sounds good to me, Dirk replied, following her out of the kitchen and into the living room. The room was huge, bigger than any living room he had ever seen, and was sunken on top of that. The circular walls of the sunken living room were lined with tan leather couches and love seats with a big, round coffee table in the middle, and in the middle of that sat the biggest, most elaborate bong Dirk had ever seen. Caroline walked down the short stairway into the living room and then sat down on one of the couches. She patted the couch next to her, smiling at Dirk, so he walked down into the living room and sat down next to her, keeping a respectable distance between them. They still didn't know each other all that well, although Dirk knew more about her than she thought he did. In any event, he was playing it cool for now. :So tell me, Dirk, what do you do when you're not rescuing damsels in distress who are stranded on the side of the road, she asked, looking at him and taking a sip from her beer. Not much, actually, he replied, taking a pull from his beer, before he continued. I guess you could say I'm kind of retired. My parents were killed in a car crash when I was 24, and I inherited enough money and holdings that I don't have to work again for the rest of my life. I'm so sorry, Dirk. Caroline said, frowning. She ran his hand along the side of his face as she spoke, her hand was warm and soft, and it gave Dirk a chill. Thank you, but it's okay, he said, looking into her eyes. I'm okay now. Took a while for me to get over it, to get used to the idea that they were gone, but thanks to the help of some of my friends and a therapist who really knows her shit, I managed to get my life on track. Good. I'm so glad to hear that, she replied, smiling. So now for the most part, I just cruise around the country on my bike, either that or I'm out riding with my club, he said, sitting back on the couch. Sounds like a pretty good life if you ask me, Caroline said. Is there a Mrs. Dirk or a lady friend in the picture, she asked, raising her eyebrows. No, I'm too much of a nomad for that, Dirk replied. Besides, I'm way too young to settle down or get involved in a serious relationship. I'm too busy enjoying myself and having a good time, he said, chuckling a bit. And getting laid as much as you can along the way, I imagine, she said, grinning at him as she raised the bottle to her lips and took a sip. Yeah, there's that, too, Dirk said, grinning right back at her. He took a pull from his beer before he continued, the thought crossing his mind that it was time to let her know that he knew about her. So, what have you been up to since you retired from the industry? he asked, taking her by surprise. And what brings you all the way out here from Los Angeles? She smiled a half-smile as she looked down for a moment at the beer in her lap. It was the kind of smile you make when you know you've been caught at something. She looked up at him, still smiling as she spoke. When did you recognize me? she asked quietly. As soon as I got close enough to get a good look, he replied. So that explains the you're no strange woman comment you made out on the road, then, she said, and Dirk nodded. I had a feeling you may have recognized me, but I wasn't sure. You were being very cool about it all, I must say. It wasn't easy, let me tell you, he said. When I was a kid going through puberty, you were my favorite porn star of all time. I saw just about every movie you ever made, and I couldn't even begin to tell you the number of times I, well, that is, I mean. He stammered, realizing that he'd gotten carried away with his enthusiasm and said too much. The number of times you masturbated over me? she said, finishing his sentence for him and grinning at him. Well, yeah, he said, slightly embarrassed. She laughed at his obvious discomfort, then put her hand on his leg as she replied. It's okay, Dirk, really it is, she said. I'd be insulted if you didn't masturbate over me. After all, that's the whole point of porn, isn't it? I mean, who watches porn and doesn't masturbate? she asked, leaning back and taking her hand from his leg. Good point, he said, taking another drink from his beer. Did you come hard, Dirk? she asked, and Dirk just about choked on his beer. He turned and looked at her, and she leaned over towards him as she spoke again, bracing herself with one hand on the couch next to him. Did you come hard for me? she asked, her voice a throaty whisper. Dirk nodded as he replied. Yeah, I did, he said in a low voice. No porn star ever made me come the way you did, then or now. She smiled at this, looking deep into his eyes as she spoke again. Would you like for me to make you come now, Dirk? she asked, her voice nearly a whisper. She put her hand on the top of his thigh and rubbed up and down as she spoke, and Dirk could feel his cock beginning to twitch as the blood started rushing to it. I mean, after all, it's the least I could do to repay you for helping me today, don't you think? I'd have to be crazy to say no, he said, leaning forward and putting his beer on the coffee table, then sitting back. And I'm a lot of things, but crazy ain't one of them. She smiled at his reply, her hand still moving up and down on his thigh, but moving up higher with every stroke. You remember what my specialty was, don't you, Dirk? she asked, still smiling and still rubbing his thigh. As I recall, you gave one hell of a blowjob, he replied, and she grinned at this. I gave the best blowjobs in the business, she said proudly. Nobody could suck a cock like me, and I mean nobody, she said, sliding her hand up and onto the growing bulge in his jeans. She gripped his cock gently through his jeans as she continued. Would you like me to suck your cock, Dirk? she asked, her voice a whisper. Would you like for me to suck your cock, make you come in my mouth, and then swallow it? She squeezed his cock harder through his jeans, feeling it growing beneath her hand. I'd like that very much, Dirk said in a low voice. She broke out into a big smile at his reply, then slid off the couch to kneel in front of him, spreading his knees out as she did. She sat down on her haunches, her hands on his knees for support, then running her hands at the tops of his thighs towards his crotch. She looked up at him, a smile on her face, as her hands met at his cock. She massaged and squeezed his cock through his jeans for a moment, looking down at the growing lump in his jeans, then moved her hands to the button at the top. She opened the button and then slid the zipper down slowly, looking up at him again as she did so. When the zipper was all the way down, she pulled his jeans open, looking down as she did so, and was pleasantly surprised to see that not only was he not wearing any boxers, he was also clean-shaven. She looked up at him, a smile on her face, her eyes sparkling with desire as she spoke. Oh, look, a naked cock! she cooed, holding his jeans open. Is it for me? All yours. Dirk replied. Let's set him and his two brothers free, shall we? she asked, reaching inside his jeans to cup his balls in her hand. She gently lifted them up and pulled them out of his jeans, moving his jeans aside with the other hand. His cock and balls were now fully exposed, and she was pleasantly surprised to see that Dirk shaved his balls as well. She looked up at him as she spoke. I'm so glad to see that you shave, Dirk, she said, her voice husky. It makes giving you a blowjob and sucking on your balls so much easier. Caroline smiled at him again and then lowered her head down to his cock. She ran her warm, wet tongue slowly along the underside of his semi-erect cock from the base to the tip, leaving a glistening trail behind. She did this several times before she moved down to his balls, licking them just as slowly and lovingly as she had his cock. She wrapped one hand around his shaft, pumping it slowly to full hardness as she planted her soft, warm lips on his balls. She opened her mouth and sucked one of his balls into her mouth, rolling her tongue around it as she lifted her head up, pulling on it with her mouth. She repeated the process with the other one until his balls were slick and shiny with her spit. Dirk watched in amazement as she worked him over. He simply couldn't believe that the porn star of his youthful dreams was actually in front of him on her knees, sucking on his cock and balls. And damn! but she was good. His cock was rock hard and throbbing by now, her hand wrapped firmly around it and pumping it as she worked on his balls. She released his ball from her mouth with a gentle pop, then ran her tongue over and around both of them before opening her mouth as wide as she could, placing her lips on his sack. With gentle but steady suction, she sucked both of his balls into her mouth, and Dirk could see her cheeks bulging out as her mouth was filled with his balls. She looked up at him for a moment, still pumping his cock with her hand, and then continued working on his balls. She rolled her tongue around them as much as she could, but her mouth was so full that all she could really do was suck on them and tug on them by lifting her head up. She did this for a few moments, then let his balls slip from her mouth. Aha, she sighed, her mouth open. I just love sucking on a man's balls, she said, grinning up at him as she continued pumping his cock with her hand. Almost as much as I love sucking on his dick. She ran the flat of her soft, wet tongue up the underside of his cock from his balls to the tip, opening her mouth wide when she got to the head and lowering it down over the first three inches of his cock, before closing her lips around it. She immediately applied suction, slowly pulling her mouth back up his shaft until just the head was in her mouth. She sucked hard on the head, swirling her tongue over and around it, before sliding her mouth all the way down his shaft. She took his entire length in her mouth, her nose pressing against his abdomen as she deep-throated him, massaging and squeezing his balls with her hand as she did so. Then she slowly slid her mouth back up his shaft until just the head was in her mouth again, once more swirling her tongue around it. Um, she mowed around the head of his cock, looking up at him as the corners of her mouth turned up in a smile. She grabbed the wet shaft in her hand and pumped as she released it from her mouth to speak. I can taste your pre-cum, she said, gripping his cock tightly in her fist and pumping it hard. And I can't wait to taste your cum when I make your cock explode in my mouth. Then she opened her mouth wide again and dropped her mouth down on his cock, again waiting until the first three inches was in her mouth, before she closed her lips around it. She repeated what she had just done, sucking hard on his cock as she slid her mouth all the way down and then slowly back up his shaft, her hand gripping and massaging his heavy balls as she did so. Damn, but she's good. The best in the business. And if she keeps this up, I'm gonna cum in no time. Dirk thought to himself as he watched Caroline's head bob up and down on his shaft. Her tempo was just right, not too fast and not too slow, but just fast enough with just the right amount of suction. As if she had read his thoughts, Caroline looked up at him and smiled around his cock again, her eyes sparkling. When she got to the head of his cock, this time she changed tactics. She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock again, and then slid her mouth down to take only the head and the first two inches into her mouth. Then she sucked on his cock like she was drinking from a straw, moving her jaw around and sliding her tongue up and down the underside of his cock while she tugged and pulled on his balls. She intentionally left the part of his shaft that wasn't in her mouth untouched, not pumping it with her hand as she had done before. This way, she knew, the sensations of what she was doing would be concentrated strictly around the head of his cock, and she knew from past experience that if she kept this up it wouldn't be long before he was coming in her mouth. But she wasn't ready for that to happen, not yet, anyway. When Caroline started sucking on him like this, he let his head fall back, closing his eyes and moaning slightly as he gripped the cushion of the couch in his fists. Then he lifted his head and opened his eyes, Then he lifted his head and opened his eyes, taking in the sight of Caroline looking at him while working on his cock, her cheeks hollowed in from the suction she was applying to his dick, her jaw working as she sucked on his turgid cock. Shit! Dirk gasped, making Caroline smile around his cock again. She sucked on him for a few moments more, then released his cock from her mouth with a pop. You like that, huh, Dirk? she asked, gripping his throbbing shaft, with her free hand and pumping it firmly. His pre-cum was flowing like a river, and Caroline ducked her head down to lick up the big drop that appeared at the head of his cock. She smiled up at him as she swallowed it down. That's fucking amazing! Dirk replied, a little out of breath. You keep that up and you'll have me coming in your mouth in no time, he warned, half hoping that she would and the other half hoping not. She was giving him the absolute best blow job of his entire life and he wasn't ready for it to be over. I know, but I'm not ready for that just yet, she said, smiling as she looked at the swollen head of his cock protruding from her fist. I want to suck on your dick a little longer before I make you cum, if that's okay with you? she said, looking back up at him and smiling a half smile. Before he had a chance to reply she removed her hand from his shaft and opened her mouth wide, shoving her head forward as she engulfed his entire cock in her mouth. She closed her lips around the base and sucked hard as she pulled her head back quickly, her tongue pressed firmly against the sensitive underside of his shaft, releasing his cock from her mouth with a loud, slurpy pop. Ah, she gasped, her mouth open as she took a quick breath, before engulfing his cock once again and repeating what she had just done. Ah, she gasped again, a thick strand of saliva hanging from her bottom lip leading to the head of Dirk's cock. She took another quick breath and glanced up at Dirk before shoving her head forward once more. Ah, as her mouth slipped from his cock again, and then again and again until she had done this five or six times. Dirk's cock was slick and shiny with her spit, her lips shiny and wet as well. The last time she shoved Dirk's cock down her throat she held it there, her nose pressed against his abdomen as she sucked and swallowed around his throbbing shaft for a moment before pulling her mouth from his cock. Ah, she gasped, looking up at Dirk with an open-mouthed grin as she grabbed his slippery cock with her hand, wiping her lips with the back of her other hand before she spoke. I'm going to make you cum now, Dirk, she said breathlessly, panting a little from her efforts on his cock, pumping the shaft in her hand. I want you to fill my mouth with your cum, so I can taste you before I swallow it down, after I show it to you, of course. She lowered her mouth to his cock once more, opening her mouth just enough to let his cock slide in, her soft lips sliding over the head as she pushed her mouth down onto the thick shaft. She slid her mouth all the way down to the base, pausing there and sucking for a moment, before slowly sliding her mouth back up his cock, firmly pressing the flat of her tongue against the underside as she went. She stopped when she had about two inches of his cock still in her mouth, and Dirk had a feeling he knew what was coming. And he was right. Caroline looked up at him and smiled around his cock for just a moment, then began sucking on his shaft the same way she had done a few minutes before, just the head and first two inches in her mouth, the rest of his shaft untouched, her hand gripping and tugging on his balls. She worked her jaw back and forth around the head of his cock, sucking hard as she swirled her tongue over and around it, sliding it up and down the sensitive underside repeatedly. She looked up at him, never taking her eyes from his as she sucked hard on his cock, tugging and pulling at his balls, urging him on towards his impending orgasm. It was only about a minute or so before Dirk felt his balls shift in her hand, and Carolina must have felt it as well. She increased the suction on his cock and the motions of her jaw, and felt his cock thicken and swell in her mouth as he was getting ready to come. His orgasm built quickly, quicker than Dirk had ever experienced before, and he heard Caroline moan around his cock. That was all it took. Dirk's cock exploded as his orgasm hit, blasting the first of many streams of hot, thick cum into Caroline's mouth. Dirk gripped the cushions hard in his fists, throwing his head back and groaning through clenched teeth as his cock pumped stream after stream of cum into her wet, sucking mouth. He was cumming hard, harder than he'd ever cum before, and he could do nothing except hang on and let his orgasm run its course. Caroline squealed with delight around his cock, exhilarated by the feeling of his cock pumping and pulsing in her mouth. She could feel his hot cum landing on her tongue and hitting the back of her throat, and she dropped her free hand down and slid it inside her pants to finger her clit. She was very wet, sucking a man's cock like this always excited her, and this time was no different. She rubbed the hard little nub furiously as Dirk's cock continued to pump and throb, filling her mouth with the sweet, delicious cum. It only took a few seconds for her own orgasm to hit, and she squeezed her eyes shut and moaned loudly around Dirk's cock as the waves of pleasure went crashing through her body. She never released his cock from her mouth, holding it there and keeping up the suction and the motions of her jaw as her own orgasm rocked her body. She panted for breath, breathing hard through her nose as she kept her mouth clamped onto Dirk's cock, hanging on as their mutual orgasms continued. Caroline's orgasm was intense, but fast, shaking her whole body, but fading away as quickly as it had arrived. As she regained her complete senses, she could feel the pumping of Dirk's cock also beginning to fade, slowing in her mouth as the last of his cum shot out into her navel mouth. She slowed the motions of her jaw and tongue, keeping up the suction as she slipped her hand from her pussy and grabbed his shaft, wrapping her fingers tightly around it. She pumped the last of his cum from him, squeezing hard on the upstroke and easing her grip on the downstroke as she milked him dry. She slid her mouth to the very tip of his cock, keeping her soft lips attached to the tip as she pumped the last of his cum into her mouth. She looked down at his cock as she slipped her lips from it, then kissed it softly before sitting back. She looked up at Dirk, her hand still gripping his hard cock as she opened her mouth to show him his cum. She looked him in the eyes as she rolled it around on her tongue, lifting her tongue up to let it slide from the sides, then lowering her tongue down and scooping it up before lifting up again. She rolled his cum around in her mouth for a few moments before closing her lips, and Dirk heard a slight gulp as she swallowed it all. It was easily the sexiest, most erotic thing he'd ever seen, and he felt his cock twitch in her hand. When she opened her mouth again it was empty, without a single trace of the huge load he'd given her visible. She leaned forward and gave the tip of his cock a wet, sucking kiss, then looked up at him with her hand still gripping his cock. Delicious, she said, running her lithe tongue over her lips. I just love the taste of the cum, and you taste really good, Dirk, she said, smiling at him. That was incredible! Dirk said, still trying to catch his breath. I've had blowjobs before, but nothing like that. I mean, holy shit, but you're good. The best in the business, then or now, she said proudly. She looked down at Dirk's hard cock in her hand, slowly pumping it as she spoke again. You're still hard! she said, looking up at him. Yeah, it does that sometimes, Dirk replied. Would you like me to fuck you, Dirk? she asked, smiling up at him. Is the Pope Catholic? he asked, smiling back. Last time I looked, yeah, he was, she said, smiling as she got to her feet. Dirk now noticed the aroma of her musk in the room, he was so intent on his own orgasm that he missed it when she had her own. She kicked off her shoes and slid both her slacks and her panties down, stepping out of them and kicking them to the side. We can take our time with this, later, she said, crossing her arms at her waist and grabbing her shirt, then pulling it up and over her head. It landed in the same pile as her slacks and panties. Right now I just want to fuck, she said, reaching behind her back and quickly unfastening her bra, then dropping it into the pile. She was now standing completely naked in front of him, her full breast standing out proudly from her chest with the nipples hard and erect. Dirk was impressed with how good she looked, she had just a little bit of the excess padding that comes with age, but her stomach was still flat, her breasts still firm and full, and her legs were still lean. He was pleased to see that she shaved her pussy completely bald, and he could see the outer lips glistening with her juices from where she'd already come once. Dirk leaned forward and slipped out of his boots and socks, then lifted his hips to slide his jeans down and off. He pushed them to the side to lay next to Caroline's discarded clothing. He reached for the buttons on his shirt when Caroline spoke. Leave the shirt and vest on, she said, moving forward and putting one knee on the couch next to his hip. Dirk slid down on the couch until his ass was at the very edge, his cock still hard and throbbing as Caroline leaned over him, bracing herself with her hands on the back of the couch as she put her other knee on the couch as well, straddling him. Her big, full tits swayed inches in front of his face, and Dirk couldn't resist reaching up and grabbing them. They were full and firm in his hands, the nipples quickly hardening beneath his palms as he squeezed them. Oh, I like that. Caroline purred, reaching down and grasping his rigid cock in her hand. You keep doing that while I do this, she said, rubbing the head of his cock up and down between her pussy lips before placing the swollen head at her opening and sitting down. She took him all in one motion, her hot, wet pussy enveloping his cock like a warm wet velvet glove. Aha, she moaned, closing her eyes and smiling as she threw her head back. She pushed her hips down harder, impaling herself on his cock, grinding her hips around and around on his length as it was buried deeper inside her. Dirk squeezed her big tits hard in return, and she moaned again as he brought one to his mouth and clapped his lips around the hard nipple. She gasped as he sucked hard on the little nub, flicking his tongue over it. Oh my God, that's good! she breathed, squeezing his cock with her inner muscles. You keep that up and I'm gonna be coming again in no time. That's the idea, Dirk said, releasing her nipple from his mouth long enough to speak. Then he clapped his lips onto her other nipple, repeating what he'd done to the first one. Caroline gasped loudly in response, and then she started to move. She began sliding up and down on his cock, riding him in long, deep and fast strokes, sliding her pussy up and down on his cock. She gripped the back of the couch in her fists as she rode him hard and fast, grinding her hips down on him, rotating them around and around as she moved up and down on his hard shaft. She rode him hard and deep for several long, pleasurable moments, then looked down at him as he continued to suck on her nipples. She removed her hands from the back of the couch and took his head in her hands, holding it up and forcing him to release her nipple from his mouth. She bent down and kissed him hard and deep, her tongue sliding into his mouth to find and dance with his own, breathing hard through her nose as the kiss deepened. Dirk squeezed her big mounds in his hands as they kissed, and she moaned in his mouth when he pulled on both nipples at once. After a few more moments, Caroline broke off the kiss and leaned forward, wrapping her arms around Dirk's neck and putting her head down onto his shoulder as she increased the motions of her hips, her big breasts pressing into Dirk's chest when he moved his hands. He wrapped his arms around her as her hips moved faster, her upper body motionless and resting on Dirk's torso. Just her hips were moving, up and down, faster and faster, sliding her wet pussy up and down on Dirk's hard cock over and over again. She fucked him hard and fast, her hips a blur as she moved, and it wasn't long before she felt her orgasm coming. I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come, she gasped, panting and gasping for breath in Dirk's ear. Uh, she cried through clenched teeth as she came, her orgasm exploding in her pussy and ripping lower body in long, intense waves of orgasmic bliss. Dirk felt her pussy quivering and fluttering around his shaft as she pounded her hips down onto him, the intensity of her orgasm driving her moves now. Her arms tightened around his neck as she continued to come, and he felt his own orgasm building quickly. Yes, yes, yes! she gasped, her hips still moving on him, give it to me, give it to me, give it to me now! she insisted, and Dirk did just that. For the second time, Dirk's cock exploded, this time inside her clutching, gripping pussy. He groaned and thrust his hips upward, driving his cock deeply into her tunnel as it throbbed and pulsed, shooting stream after stream of cum deep inside her. She cried out as she felt his cock pumping, pushing her hips down onto him to get him as deep inside her as she could. Dirk came just as hard the second time as he had the first, but this one didn't last as long. The pumping and throbbing of his cock slowed as his orgasm quickly faded, and Caroline dropped her hips down onto him and kept them there, clutching and squeezing his cock with her pussy as she held her hips motionless. She was panting for breath, her body covered in a fine sheen of sweat, and Dirk held her tight as the last bit of cum spit out of his cock into her pussy. This time he felt himself start to go soft almost right away, which meant that he was done for a while, anyway. Caroline lifted herself up and looked down at him, bracing herself with her hands on the back of the couch again, his softening cock still trapped inside her pussy. Her hair was a tousled and tossed mess, but the smile on her face made her glow. Oh my god, that was good, she said, smiling down at him. I was going to say the same thing. Dirk said, smiling back at her. She bent down and kissed him briefly, but softly, her lips barely parted. She smiled at him again as she spoke after the kiss ended. You're incredible, she said softly, her tousled blonde hair hanging around her face. As are you, he replied. You realize that you just made one of my teenaged pubescent wet dreams come true, don't you? he asked. Kinda, yeah, she said, grinning down at him. Was it everything you thought it would be? she asked, playfully. Dirk nodded as he replied. That, and so much more, he replied. Even though that was just a quick fuck on the couch? she asked, still sitting on his lap with his now soft cock still inside her. Hell, the blowjob alone was enough, he said. Anything after that was all gravy. Thank you, Dirk, I'm glad to hear that, she said, bending down and giving him a quick kiss. Nice to know I haven't lost my touch. I don't think you ever have to worry about that, he replied. She looked at him for a moment before speaking again. Do you have any plans for, say, the rest of the night? she asked, her eyes hopeful. You mean all night? he asked, his eyebrows raised. I mean as in making you breakfast tomorrow morning, she replied, smiling. Actually, no, he said. What do you have in mind? Oh, nothing much, she said, playing with him. I just thought we'd spend the night seeing just how many of your teenaged pubescent fantasies we can make come true. I'd like that, Dirk said, genuinely surprised. I'd like that very much. Good. So would I, she said, grinning at him as she bent over and kissed him again. And the next morning, Dirk discovered that she was just as good a cook as she was in bed. Well, almost anyway. By Original Aramis for Literotica.

Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 11 Weekend Drama In 30 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the podcast at Explicit Novels.             We make the friends we have, not the ones we want, because they are people, not tools                       "Hi, I'm Rio," my buddy muttered darkly as she followed me inside, "I'm the girl standing next to the guy you just mugged." Allison went pounding up the stairs and I was left to a chorus of 'Hi, Zane', and we even got a few 'Hey, Metal Girl' greetings (Rio had all fourteen of her piercings back in). Right as Leigh, dressed in super-tight jeans and a pink bra, and Allison came down the stairs, Tawny came from the direction of the kitchen. "Zane," Leigh and Tawny said one right after the other, but Tawny's carried the greater weight. "Zane, we need to talk," Tawny demanded. Rio growled menacingly. "I apologize. Hello, Rio." There was a hush in the room and even Leigh looked contrite. "Zane, Kappa Sigma does not condone violence of any kind. If you ever thought we wanted you fighting our battles for us, you were sorely mistaken," Tawny explained. "Are we clear?" "Okay, I understand, but, how did you know? I didn't tell anyone anything about what was said," I wondered. "You should have never put your neck out for these Sorority bitches," Rio snapped. "Hang on, Rio. I did what I did for my own reasons, not for them," I calmed my friend. Rio was clearly not making friends but Tawny held up her hands for peace. "You didn't even tell her, your best friend, did you?" Tawny smiled with surprised satisfaction. "Christina knows, but that is understandable and she's told no one except me." I looked at her for some explanation. "It seems two co-eds from the University thought you might be in trouble and followed you. They covered your exit from the building, the argument, and the fight that followed," Tawny grinned. "They posted it on their site. By 10:00 this morning, everyone knew." "Except for us idiots with limited internet access," groaned Rio. "My fellow Kappa Sigma presidents wanted to make sure everyone knew that we had nothing to do with your actions," she completed. "That being said," she stepped up and hugged me, "Thank you." I received a round of applause from the gathered sisters. "Fine. Would someone tell me what my idiot friend did?" Rio griped. "Rio," Leigh snickered as she snuck to my side and wrapped an arm around me, "those three assholes called the Kappa Sigma House a bunch of whores and then told him they were going to rape Chastity and Hope, then come and rape Paris and me when they were done." And that's when Rio hit me. "Moron, why couldn't you tell the police this? They don't put you in jail for defending women under imminent threat," Rio snapped. "I think that was the point," Tawny sighed at Rio. "He didn't want to drag us into what was essentially his choice; just like he kept Chastity and Hope out of things." "Because he's a dumb-shit," Rio declared. "Rio," Tawny groaned, "be happy Zane has personality to spare, because you work really hard at having no other friends. I put up with your crap because Zane thinks the world of you and he's not been wrong about a person yet." "Wow, Tawny, I'm so touched," Rio sneered sarcastically. Before anything else could happen I grabbed Rio by her nipple chain and elevated it rapidly. "Ow, ow, ow, whimpered Rio. "That hurts!" "It supposed to," I glowered. "You are acting crazy. The Kappa Sigs are being nice and all you are doing is burning through the weekend time I've devoted to you." I let go and her hands flew up to her offended flesh. "You had better kiss them and make them better," Rio glared at me while cupping her nipples. "I promise," I pledged. "Fine. Tawny, all you Kappa Sigs, I apologize for being, unfriendly," Rio ground out. "Okay," Tawny allowed. "Now, Zane, what brings you here tonight?" "Zane came here to see me," Leigh grinned, as she started tugging me toward the stairs. "Leigh," Paris questioned, "don't you have a date tonight?" Leigh looked guilty. "Zane, why are you here?" Tawny asked again. "Actually, I need help with my English term paper. I'm doing it on Edmund Burke and I was hoping to use the UV library," I told her. "Of course," Tawny nodded. "I'll get the pledges to figure what books and archival material we have on Burke and I'm sure we can find a few volunteers to check out what you need." "Thanks, Tawny. And on that note, I do really have to get going. I promised Aunt Jill we'd help with dinner," I smiled. Tawny grinned in response and waved me away. A series of 'bye's followed, after which Rio and I made our way back home. "So, are you upset that I didn't tell you what happened?" I inquired. "Nah," Rio shrugged. "I imagine you were trying to avoid the beating I would have given you had I found out this morning." "Thank you for understanding," I commented. "No problem; you are my bro," she snorted. "Do you still want me to work over your nipples?" I asked. "Is the Pope Catholic?" Rio smirked. Passing the Night in Confusion I sat at one end of the sofa, Rio stretched out with her head in my lap as we digested our dinners. Jill sat on the chair closest to me, watching TV but stealing an overprotective glance my way from time to time. My aunt and I had a serious argument earlier about where Rio would sleep. She had insisted that Rio sleep in the guest room Barbie Lynn had used last weekend. I had held adamant to the fact that it didn't matter where we put her, Rio would end up in bed with me. I swore on the Bible that I wouldn't have sex with her if Jill relented and let Rio stay in my bed over the weekend instead. I won out through persistence and because I went down on my knees and begged. To add to the weirdness, Rio was downright affectionate. No, she was not feeling me up or attempting to arouse me; she snuggled against me and would occasionally rub my knee while I stroked her hair, ear, and jawline gently. At 10:00 we agreed to call it a day. Rio was kind enough to only shed her jeans once we were in my room. Rio draped an arm over my stomach and her thigh over my thigh as we drifted off to sleep. It was wonderful contact because the sexual elements were submerged to keep the moment uncomplicated. It was so special that I was disappointed when I woke up hours later with Rio lying on top of my body and my cock had, of course, responded. Damn it. "Zane, there is someone at the window," she whispered to me. It then occurred to me that Rio had been crawling over me to get to my window, which was over a trellis. It was the route Leigh had used last week too. We both scooted off the bed and went to the window. It was Paris, not Leigh. "Zane, Leigh needs you," Paris pleaded softly once we opened the window for her to get in. "Let me get dressed," I responded quietly, this being necessary because I sleep in the nude. "I'm coming too," Rio hissed. We quickly got on some jeans and I put on a shirt before we snuck through the house and out the front door. Bare-footed, we crossed over to the Kappa Sigma house and up to Leigh and Paris' room. Leigh was curled up on her bed, a pillow hugged to her chest and her back to the door. Paris stepped aside and let me in. I padded up to Leigh's bed and sat beside her. Paris and Rio fidgeted by the door a bit before migrating toward Paris' bed where they could keep an eye on us. "You don't need to be here," Leigh mumbled. She'd been crying. "I heard a rumor that you needed someone to talk to," I teased her. She didn't comment for a bit. "Zane, I'm sorry," she sobbed. "About what?" I asked as I moved her so she was facing me on her side. "The video; I didn't think about how badly it could impact your life, what people would think of you," she muttered. "Don't worry about it; I'll cope," I assured her. "I'm not sure I can," she simpered. "Tell me what happened," I encouraged. "There was this guy on campus I knew since last semester. Tuesday he asked me out. We went out on a date but he forgot his wallet so I paid for dinner, and we went back to his apartment to get it before heading out to a club," she told me. "The thing was, he had two friends over and while he went to his room to get his wallet, they began talking about me, about you and me. I wanted to bolt but he convinced me to stay and have a drink. When I tried to leave they got physical, and only when I started screaming did they let me get out of there," she related. "Who is he?" I asked calmly. "No," Leigh sighed, "I don't want you to hurt him. It is my fault for not thinking that everyone would see me as a slut." "You are not a slut and anyone who thinks so is an insecure ass and not worth your time. That video was a single snapshot of your life; it doesn't define you," I stated. "But all those girls now treat you, she murmured. "If they treat me like crap, I move on. Listen Leigh, don't let a few people who could never look past your cup size ruin what was a good time for you, Paris, and I. We don't need them because we still have each other; right?" I insisted. Leigh snuggled into me and sighed away some of her tension. "Can you stay awhile?" Leigh asked softly. "You have to ask Rio; this is her weekend after all," I reminded Leigh. "Sure, he can stay," grumbled Rio playfully, "but scoot over; I'm joining you two." I was on the outside, Leigh was tight up against me, her head pressed into my neck, and Rio was against the wall, her front pressed into Leigh's back and her arm over both of us. "Zane, what am I going to do on Monday? What are they going to say now?" Leigh whispered. "Laugh; laugh against the darkness, because while we can laugh, we cannot be defeated," I told her. "When someone asks about it, tell them he was such a disappointment you left." "I was going to say, call him a psycho-rapist scumbag," Rio snarled, "but if you feel nice, listen to what Zane said." Leigh gave a weary snicker. "Thanks, Paris," she called over to her roommate. "You are welcome, Sister," Paris responded. I set Leigh's alarm for four in the morning and settled in for a short night's rest. When the buzzing woke the three of us up, I rolled out of bed, Rio climbed out over Leigh, and we kissed Leigh goodbye. On the way down the stairs we stumbled across Tawny sitting by the pool. "Hey, Zane, Rio," she said. "Good morning, Tawny," I responded. Rio was silent. "Zane, if she had given you his name, would you have gone and kicked his ass?" she questioned. "No; that wouldn't have done Leigh any good. I'd have found another way to get at him, but I'd have taken my time," I replied. "I'd like to think I occasionally learn something." "Thank you, Zane, for the answer and coming to help Leigh; you too, Rio," Tawny smirked. "You know me," Rio chuckled, "I'll never pass up a chance to grab some of that cheap Sorority tail." "Rio, you have a good friend in Zane; don't lose him," Tawny advised her. "I know; I'm getting a dog collar and leash for Christmas so I can keep him in line," Rio beamed to Tawny. Tawny chuckled and shook her head in amusement. "Just for that, you get to sleep on the floor for the rest of the morning," I grumbled to Rio. "You try that, Jungle-Boy," Rio snapped playfully as we made our way to the property line. "I'm going to staple-gun your bra to the floor," I explained. "I'm not wearing a bra," Rio snorted. "Yeah, wrestling you into one is going to be half the fun," I teased her. Rio laughed and took off running. We were still snickering over events when we snuck back into my room. Aunt Jill was curled up on my side of the bed asleep in her nightgown. Rio looked at me questioningly and all I could do was shrug. I walked over to the bell and knelt beside Jill. "Zane, I came in to check on you and you two were gone," she yawned. "Leigh had a bad date and Paris asked me to go over and have a talk with her," I related. "Did you, have sex with her?" Jill asked as he propped herself up on one elbow. Her breasts nearly spilled out of the partially buttoned top. I tried not to ogle. "No," Rio interjected. "He held her hand and let her rest her head on his shoulder until she fell asleep. Trust me; I kept an eye on them the entire time." "Yes," I confirmed Rio's statement, "she had been treated shabbily and needed to talk to a guy." "Zane, do you really want to be sneaking into young women's bedrooms well past midnight?" Jill inquired, somewhat exasperated. My initial answer would be 'Yes', but that certainly wouldn't be the correct one for right now. "Jill, it would have been unchristian to have ignored a neighbor's request for aid," I suggested. "After all, it was Leigh that saw to it that I didn't totally screw up your new clothes collection." Jill digested that bit of news with conflicted emotions. "Let's go to bed," I yawned. Jill stared at me, so I stepped over her and collapsed on the bed. Rio winked at me and walked around to the far side of the bed, wiggled out of her jeans and climbed in on her side of the bed. I was still in my jeans mainly because I didn't have underwear on. "Night, Aunt Jill," I muttered before dropping off. It was inevitable that bedroom dynamics would push me to the edge of the bed. Rio has the habit of wrapping herself around her bed partner while she sleeps, it is a body-heat issue. It seems that Jill does the same thing, so as the skyline went from night to grey, the heat of their combined bodies woke me up. For a moment I thought I was the only one awake but I felt Rio's hand run along my thigh to my crotch. She moved her hand up and down over it for a few moments when I felt her head tilt and her look at me. Our eyes locked and a wicked glint came into her eyes. Her hand wandered over my hip to Jill's thigh that was resting there. I incrementally shook my head but Rio flexed her eyebrows in amusement, refusing my warning. Instead, she inched Jill's gown up and began tracing a finger along its length. Jill stirred but fell silent in a moment. "Don't!" I hissed. Rio gave me a toothy grin in response. I couldn't move my arm that was pinned by Jill but I could maneuver the one next to Rio. I wiggled my arm between her legs and she ground against me, trying to press me too tight to get free. Upping her game, Rio reached up and scooped up Jill's right breast. Jill stirred and we both froze. "Stop it!" I hissed. "Her nipple is so hard in my hand," she taunted me. Jill shifted, causing her gown to shift up to her hips when her leg moved, and dropping her hand on my abdomen while pressing her groin against my wrist. When she went still, Rio went back to massaging her breast. First came the moans, then Jill's hips gently pumped against me, and finally her eyes sleepily opened. Rio and I had shut our eyes barely a second ago but it seemed enough to make her believe we were still asleep. It took her another second to figure out where Rio's hand was, then another to figure out that pressure between her legs was my wrist and hand. She stiffened and held her breath. Slowly she started to untangle herself but I felt Rio's hand flex. "Ah," Jill gasped. Her hand flattened against my stomach and her body trembled. Jill kept very still for several moments and I figured she'd take the opportunity to slip out of bed and let me settle down for some more sleep. She did move; her head rose and I'm sure she was looking over me and Rio for signs of life. She slowly put her head back down and moved her hand around in slow circles on my stomach. Jill kissed my shoulder softly but I elected to stir anyway, causing her to feign sleep as well. Rio couldn't let things go, though. She gave Jill's breast a squeeze, then another, followed by a low moan on my friend's part. I really needed to kick Rio. Jill began to rub her crotch along my arm while flitting her hand down to the zipper on my jeans. Reflexively my hand stroked her thigh just below the panty line. For over a minute Jill kept her tempo against me slow but steady. "Zane?" groaned Rio, pretending to just be awakened. Jill slowly withdrew. Rio gave Jill's breast one last feel. "That's not Zane," Rio whispered for dramatic effect, then louder, "Jill?" "Oh, what? Huh?" Jill stammered. "Umm, is that your hand?" "Oh," Rio mused, then gave yet another squeeze, "Whoops; that would be me. Sorry." "I, what are you doing?" Jill whispered. "I was having this sweet dream," Rio grinned back. "I, you, my," Jill questioned. I took that moment to stir and open my eyes. "What's going on?" I yawned. "Nothing," Jill declared abruptly. "I should get up and make breakfast." "Jill, it is still dark outside," I smiled. "Let's go back to bed." "I'll go to my bed, Zane. You get back to sleep and I'll wake you at 7:00," Jill assured me. She backed out of bed and quickly made for the door. "You are going to pay for this," I grumbled to Rio. She rolled onto her stomach. "That's right, Big Daddy, spank my bottom and call me a bad girl," she giggled. "Oh, God!" I groaned to the ceiling. "You are incorrigible." "If it is any consolation, I wuv you," Rio batted her eyelashes. I swatted her panty-covered bottom; she giggled and I willed myself back to sleep. Saturday with Rio and so much more. The First Game The first soccer game of the season was against Braydon College in Maryland. They were a very exclusive private co-ed college but were large enough to have both a women's and men's team. Today was Christina's second match-up against Braydon. Last year they had beaten her and she was holding a grudge, or so the scuttleass said. As the half-time break rolled around, the teams had managed a 1-1 tie. Three Braydon players in their black shirts and burgundy shorts crossed the field and were intercepted by Christina, in white and gold, on the sidelines. A brief discussion ensued, then Christina looked over her shoulder and up into the stands close to where I was sitting with Rio. Iona was at my dorm, taking care of things. Faith came up the stands to me with a quizzical look and motioned me to come with her. "What's up, Faith?" I asked, as I stood up and followed her to the field. Rio followed along. "Some of the Braydon players wanted to see you," Faith explained. "Who do you know at Braydon?" "Not a clue," I shrugged. "I'd never even heard of the place until I saw the team's schedule." As we walked up, several more FFU players had gathered around the Braydon trio. "I am Kinu Yamada, Captain of the Braydon Women's Soccer team and Kappa Sigma President," the leader turned and greeted me. "You, look better in other attire." "They field test this stuff to be the ultimate in female repellent," I grinned, referring to my school uniform. "Now, is there something I can do for you? I'm afraid I don't know who you are." "Well, Braydon's Kappa Sigmas are in a contest with several other houses for that Spring Break weekend with you and I wanted to see what we were getting into," Kinu grinned. "Weekend?" Christina and I said simultaneously. "I recall the original offer being one night and Brianna Kincaid of Colorado State being the one I was pledged to," I added. "We decided to up the ante for the purpose of a contest," Kinu stated. "What contest, Ms. Yamada?" Christina inquired with a guarded tone. "The House with the best G P A and athletic record gets to send three sisters to share the weekend with Zane Braxton," Kinu explained. "He agreed to this?" Christina questioned. "He did not," I corrected. "Unless Briana releases me from my obligation, I can't do any of that stuff. She is the one I'm indebted to." "She has done so for the sake of her sisterhood," Kinu informed me. "Are you still up for the challenge?" "I'll do it for the sake of Lancaster's Kappa Sigma House, but I'll leave the final decision up to Christina, leader of our faction here at Freedom Fellowship," I declared. Christina appeared to think it over a bit before finally nodding her head. "FFU owes Tawny Flores and the rest of the local house a debt and if Zane is willing to pay it off for us, we'll support your contest and his decision, though it will take place at FFU's Spring Break location." "I'll let everyone know," Kinu grinned before turning and crossing back to their side of the field. "Christina, where is our Spring Break location?" I whispered to her. "I haven't a clue, Zane. Christian school girls don't do Spring Break," she replied. "I'll come up with something." I wished her luck and headed up into the stands. "Barely a B-cup, but did you catch the ass on that sweet slice of Asian cuisine?" Rio panted. "I wouldn't know; those were the most intense brown eyes I've ever seen. That's a woman who knows what she wants and will cut a bloody swath to get it," I observed. "So, you didn't notice her breast size?" Rio teased. "I didn't say that, she's a 32 B, but she has large areoles and nipples as thick as my pinkie," I told her. "How do you know that shit?" Rio gawked. "Mom took me lingerie shopping when I was younger and I picked up on how the saleswomen did their jobs," I replied. "Your Mom took you lingerie shopping? My Mom could barely tell me how to use a tampon," Rio griped. "Mom told me that the only thing worse than buying a woman lingerie for her birthday was buying it in the wrong size," I related. "You buy those things on your birthday for your lady to look sexy in, for you to enjoy." "Your Mom sounds pretty neat," Rio mused. "Mom had a way of tricking you into thinking she was your friend, not your Mother, then she'd sneak this lesson in on you; like lingerie shopping, or not getting a pet you couldn't devote the time to," I told her. "She'd have loved you." "Hardy, har, har," Rio snorted. "Seriously, you're similar enough to have gotten along, but not so much that it would be creepy," I explained. "She didn't take crap from anyone; not my Dad, my Granddad, or even her old man. She'd never abandon a friend either." "I'm not like that, Zane," Rio muttered sadly. "If you've left someone, it was because they weren't your friend, Rio," I assured her. "You are such an idiot," she grumbled, but she did put her hand in mine. "Let's fuck tonight." "Nope; we promised Jill we wouldn't, and besides, next time I nail you I want you on all fours, with me pounding your cunt raw while yanking your head back with a big handful of your hair," I envisioned for us. "Would you like that?" "Damn straight," Rio licked her lips. "Well, tough, next time we get together I'm going to make long, passionate love to you," I grinned. "I prefer option A," she prodded me. "I know, but that's only because you've never had option B," I countered. "Zane, sometimes a girl wants to be treated like a cheap slut," Rio instructed. "Has someone ever spent a whole night devoted to nothing less than having sex with you?" I asked. "Yes, of course," Rio grumbled. "I'm freaking Cleopatra. I've got guys lining up the block." "Well, damn; I guess we are back to bending you over and slamming you like a cheap slut," I teased. "I see I'm too much of a woman for you," she sneered with amusement. "That's a challenge I'm willing to take up, Rio. If you think you can stand up to whatever I can think up for you, I'm willing to prove you wrong," I grinned. "I'll make it fun; I'll bring Mercy and have her be a piece of furniture," Rio suggested. "I still don't know how that happened," I said, in reference to Rio's relationship to Mercy. "I'm not sure either," Rio confessed. "Maybe being such a pervert myself, I bring out perversions in those around me. Only Iona seems immune." "Oh, it looks like Rhaine, Joy, Mercy, and I are going to have a round two," I remembered. "Oh, I want part of that," Rio brightened up, "I am going to fuck Rhaine so hard she won't walk straight for a week. You let her off too easy last time." "No," I shook my finger. "I'm not sure how this is going to play out so if you want Rhaine, you are going to have to seduce her all on your own." "Crapola," Rio bitched. "I'll have to settle for corrupting Felicity first but I'll get Rhaine one day, mark my words." Our attention was drawn back to the game when Opal scored our second goal of the day, propelling us to the lead. Apparently, the battle had become quite brutal while Rio and I had been talking. There was nothing like woman-on-woman combat to keep Rio's attention and for the rest of the second half we watched the game with interest. In the end, FFU pulled it out 4-3, but that was only because both goalies put in heroic performances. No one charged the field after the final seconds slipped away because apparently they frown on that in the United States, but I still made my way down to congratulate my fellow students. In the gentle press of bodies I came across Opal who spun on me, jumped into my arms and took my breath away with a kiss. Since this was not the norm for FFU student interaction, I did my best to look embarrassed while keeping Opal pressed up against me. "Congrats on the win," I smiled. "We get to keep you," Opal exulted. Huh? "Christina told us that if we lost, we had to give you to Braydon for the rest of the day and night, but we showed them, didn't we?" "Yes, right, you sure did," I stuttered. A few more teammates stopped by and gave me a slap on the back, or ass, while I hung onto Opal, but I had to disentangle myself because I still wanted to have a word with Christina. I hadn't traveled ten more feet when Kinu appeared before me. "Sorry," she told me with a smile. "Sorry, for losing?" I questioned. Her ponytail had become ragged during the game so I pushed some strands out of her face and hooked them behind her ear, which only made her smile broader. "No. I'm sorry we won't have another chance at you until Regionals," she grinned lasciviously. "There is something I don't get; you are a co-ed school. I'm the only guy on this campus, which explains some of my charm, but you look like you could have any guy on your campus you want, so what's up with this contest?" I inquired. "I don't know," she chuckled, "but it could be that you fuck like a stallion and a girl feels like a million bucks when you are done. You know, something like that." She reached out and ran her fingers down my chest to the top of my pants. "One thing; get a fake ID because I know any girl who gets you is going to want to take you to a few clubs, you need to look 21." "Yeah," Rio snorted, "because Zane doesn't have enough problems with the law already." "Excuse me," Christina said right after that, putting her hand on Kinu's. "I believe any confusion concerning Zane has been rectified." "For now," Kinu allowed, looking from my eyes to Christina's. "See you at Regionals." Kinu turned and with a flip of her long ponytail made her way to the far side of the field. "You wagered Zane!" Rio squawked to Christina, "After all the crap you give him?" "We won so we don't have to worry about what Kinu would have made him do," the Queen answered. "Shower up," I saluted Christina, "and congratulations on the win. I know you were looking forward to it." "We look forward to winning every game," Christina grinned. "So do I; maybe we can celebrate later at the Solarium," I suggested. "We have to take the Braydon team out to a late lunch, then the post-game meeting with the Coach, but maybe later," Christina allowed. She turned and sauntered away and I was more than willing to watch that ass move beneath those shorts. "She is so going to kill you when she finds out," Rio whispered in my ear. "She'll forgive me, but it may take some time," I explained. "When she sided with me, she accepted a certain degree of ruthlessness on my part." "You think you are being ruthless?" Rio sneered. "When you have everything else in life, what you value most is trust, Rio," I stated. "Now let's go see how my room is getting along." Dana Gorman was righteously pissed when she came storming up to my dorm 'room'. A dozen students rapidly made themselves scarce as word of her imminent arrival was made known. "I don't know how you did this, Zane, but I'm putting a stop to this right now," she snapped. "What? Everything I'm doing, I have permission for," I grinned, and I was pretty happy she didn't knock my teeth out of my head when she rounded on me. "That's bullshit! You forged my signature on those entry permits," she snarled. "Nope. You signed them, though it is most likely you thought you were signing something else at the time," I confessed. "This isn't some kind of game," she countered. "All of this stuff is going back to wherever you bought it from." "Hauling things away will be on your dime," I said. "You and the Chancellor did give me permission to fix my place up and that is what I've done. You will note that all my contractors are women, per school regulations." "And all this furniture? When did we give permission to have all of this put in?" Gorman countered. "You may not like it but I'm not doing anything illegal," I pointed out. "It doesn't mean I can't tear it all down," she growled. "Dana, you and the other facility promised me this space. Go ahead and tear it all down. I'll just find another way to do it," I promised. "You are an insufferable little prick," she hissed. "Yeah, I can be," I agreed, "but at least I haven't done all of this for my sole benefit. I made it for the whole freshman class." Dana looked around the room. "It is not like I need the whole floor for myself, after all." "What have you done?" she grumbled. "I've made a place for the freshman class to hang out. Since it is my dorm room, they are safe from upper classmen," I reminded her. Gorman glared at me, then went back to soaking up the surroundings. "Wide-Screen TVs, drink dispensers, what is that?" Dana observed. "Umm, our hot tub," I grinned nervously. "And that, the coach continued. "Those would be the showers and the sauna," I answered. "Zane, have you lost your God-damn mind?" Dana seethed. "We are not going to let you keep any of that stuff." "Well, it is 4:00 o'clock now and the installers are either finished or almost finished, so I guess you can try to find someone willing to take it down tomorrow but that's going to cost an arm and a leg," I mused. Dana rounded on me and stuck her finger in my face. "Zane, I, gurr," she growled. "Aargh!" she howled, then stormed off back downstairs. Iona came skulking up to my side. "Did we pull it off?" she whispered. "Yeah, yeah, I think we did," I responded. Cordelia and Paige came right up behind her. "So, can we hook up the satellite dishes now?" Cordelia asked. "I don't think she'll be back tonight so I'd appreciate it if you got it done before dark," I told her. "One thousand channels coming up," Cordelia smirked, "and I have to say, this is going to be my second favorite place to hang out." "I don't know, Cordelia," Paige said in a considerate tone, "what can help you deal better with a hard day of coding than a sauna and a V-8?" "Was that all you are interested in?" Iona questioned. "I was curious why I found you crawling under the covers of Zane's bed." The albino Paige blushed furiously. "The sensation is far superior when you do it naked, Paige," I stated with a gleam in my eye. "Feel free to come by sometime and try it out." Instead of responding, Paige stalked off to fix up the telecommunications gear. Cordelia snickered and followed after her. "Where is Rio?" Iona wondered. "She went hunting for Mercy, but she needs to get back in the next half hour if I'm going to make it back to Jill's by five," I informed her. The plan had been one part deception and one part splitting of resources. We had let the powers that be know the move was being made Sunday when it was really happening today. With the first game of the season, we had campus security looking at the game and not at us. We had the proper forms for what we were accomplishing that baffled the few security types we had to deal with. By the time Coach Gorman broke free from the team, it was essentially too late to stop us. Monday would bring what Monday would bring, but today we had our victory. Besides, we had the new door in place and that would make any operations by the administration against my digs much harder. My contractors informed me they would have everything up and running by 9:00 tonight. Rio was the first to arrive but Christina and company arrived with the three Kappa Sigmas from Braydon, almost all of them expecting to see a single room. Christina was once more pissed with me and I knew that attitude would get worse before it got better. "Christina, and ladies, please come with me to my room. I have an important situation to discuss," I pleaded. Catching sight of Brandi, I flagged her over. "Brandi, could you show our guests from Braydon around while I take care of a piece of personal business?" "Kinu, Kappa Sigmas from Braydon, I'll be with you in a minute and apologize for the delay," I told them with a nod of the head before heading off to my room and activating the rooms 'cut off' switch. Rio and Iona came with me, along with Christina, Hope, Chastity, Heaven, and Faith. "You told the Seniors that you were doing this on Sunday and I made plans for us to help you, Zane," Christina rounded on me. "I apologize for the deception, but it was necessary to finding out something important; namely, who was spying on you," I informed everyone in the room but Rio. I hadn't even told Iona the whole truth. "What was the purpose of this deception, Zane, this lie?" Christina questioned me harshly. "Someone in this room betrayed Heaven's secret and a few other pieces of information that have been floating around a very small circle of people, things like me moving in today," I began. "Oh, and Iona doesn't know the secret, so Iona, I hope you understand that certain things are not for me to share with you, but I trust you enough to have you here with me now." "So that's why you told Hope and I your little secret about today," Chastity stated coldly. "You were testing us. I'm not sure I like that." Hope looked even less pleased. "Yes and no; I actually was only testing Hope. I already knew you weren't the one," I replied to Chastity. Again, Hope didn't seem all that happy. "But I didn't get raided today so it wasn't either of you. For obvious reasons, Christina isn't spying on herself, and it would be a cold day in Hell before Heaven would betray Christina, so, Faith, you have been working with the Chancellor against us," I laid it out. Faith gasped fearfully. "Faith has been with me since sophomore year," Christina defended her friend, "which is a sight longer than I've known you." "Two things: it had to be someone who knew that secret, and only the people in this room, one police officer, and the Chancellor know. The cop didn't betray us and Rio didn't know until after the threat," I clarified. "If you have another explanation of the facts, please let me know," I confronted Christina. "Face it, the Chancellor knew you would be a force at this University late in your freshmen year, so she chose someone to get close to you, to keep an eye on you so she could manipulate you when the time came." Christina refused to believe me but I noted Heaven, Hope, and Chastity were all staring at Faith. "It's not so," Faith declared. "Oh, I guess you want to see all the logs of your communications with the Chancellor, then, eh, Faith?" I goaded her. "You weren't as careful as you thought." "Oh, God," Faith whispered. "No, " "Damn it, Faith," Christina rumbled, "that was the most obvious trick in the book. He had no other evidence against you. He fooled you. After all, he didn't even know it was you until late this morning." She placed a hand on Heaven's shoulder because Heaven was about to lose it. "I'd thank you, Zane," Christina said in a suddenly weary voice, "but what I really want to do is punch your lights out." "What do we do about Faith?" Chastity questioned. "Nothing," I butted in. "This doesn't involve you," Hope grumbled. "I beg to differ," I said, "I like all of you and it pisses me off that you are suffering, but this isn't Faith's fault; it is the Chancellor's. If you dump on Faith, she will know we've discovered Faith's role. If we do nothing, we can now feed information to her, but only what we want her to know." "Butt out, Zane," Heaven responded coldly. "No. If you fight yesterday's battles, we get our asses kicked. There is no profit in it for us," I kept hammering away. "She was our friend and she betrayed us," Chastity fired away. "You wouldn't understand." "What? Oh, hell no!" I snapped. "I had to sit there and take her threats about Heaven with a smile on my face, and then I had to crack a joke about it when I knew she was capable of breaking Heaven's heart. Don't you dare tell me I am not invested in this fight. She comes after me, that's fine, but when she comes after my friend, she must pay." "I may not have been with you for the past three years but don't you dare tell me I'm not invested in this fight; that's insulting," I growled. "Zane is right," Christina declared decisively. "We will act normal the rest of the day and tonight, we five will decide what to do next. Yes, Faith, I'm including you. We were once friends, after all." That last bit stung Faith a bitter blow. Christina took Heaven by the hand and led her out of my room with Faith trailing along. Hope regarded me with narrowed eyes and an icy anger. "Hope," Chastity intervened, "he trusted you with the right answer. He trusted you with his plans." "He had us set up Christina ,  and Faith," Hope seethed back. "And if he didn't? Would one of us have hunted Faith down, revealed the traitor? Hope," Chastity explained, "we couldn't do this, turn on one of our own, so we kind of left that burden on Zane, so I don't feel right hating him for trying to keep us safe, again." Hope stormed out of the room. Chastity gave me a helpless shrug then followed. "I'm stunned," muttered Iona once they were gone. "We had a traitor in our midst?" "Zane's not a total idiot," Rio joked. "I'm stunned too," I stated. "By what?" Iona asked. "Didn't this go according to your plan, whatever that was?" "No, I am stunned Rio kept her mouth shut the entire time," I grinned. Rio punched me in the arm. For me, that helped break the unbearable tension I was feeling right then. "I see your point," Iona smiled shyly. "Ow," Iona peeped, as Rio punched her too. There was still work to be done and Rio and I only had an hour to spare before heading back to Jill's. It was still wonderful to see freshmen take a look around and seeing 'their' space coming together. I even caught Kinu and company taking pictures of the place. "This will look nice on your web page," Kinu told me. "Web page?" I questioned, then pinned Iona in place with a glance. "Please, tell me about my web page." "It has all your background information, plus tons of photographs and videos of you here on campus as well as you back at your house, or the Kappa Sigma House," "Yay me," I cheered sarcastically. "There's this really nice one of you out in the woods," Kinu gave me a sly grin. "It was really, intriguing how you picked out each sister despite their masks. I can appreciate a man with an eye for detail." "Thanks, but a little more privacy in my life wouldn't suck," I groaned. "Cheer up, Zane," Kinu tipped my chin down close to her lips, "you have a fan club." "I don't pursue women to create a fan base; I do it because women are the best thing in the world, bar none," I told her. "That is why it is going to be such a pleasure owning you this spring," Kinu smiled. "Now, don't forget that ID." With that, she turned and walked away. Both of the women with her ran their hands across my stomach before following Kinu away. "Zane, I don't like the sound of that," Iona mumbled. "They treat you like a piece of meat." "It is his piece of meat they are interested in, those Sorority sluts," Rio snickered. "Well, I wish I could go to Spring Break so I could look after you," Iona sighed. "Of course, you and Rio are going with me," I looked amused. "Who else is going to protect me from doing something stupid?" "Certainly not me," chirped Rio. "Doing-Stupid-Shit is my middle name." "That explains so much about you," Iona quipped to Rio. "I don't think my parents will let me go anyway." "Lie to them," Rio responded. "No, tell them it is a learning experience and that about a dozen girls, and me, will be watching over you," I told her, "Your parents trust you and for good reason." "Will I be able to spend some time with you while I'm there?" Iona asked me. "Sure. Let me know what you want to do," I hugged her. "I hope it is Florida," Iona smiled. "I want to go to Disney World again. It was so much fun the other three times my family went." "For the love of God!" gasped Rio, "Tranquilize me first." I chuckled, Rio scowled, and we set off to do a little more work before the day was done. Breaking Down Walls, Mending Fences It was five minutes until 8:00 in the evening when the doorbell rang. Jill virtually catapulted herself from the chair she'd been fidgeting in and raced to answer it. "Hunting time," Rio grinned with predatory glee, and I found myself praying that Felicity left wearing something more than a confused, yet dreamy, smile on her face. Jill welcomed Mrs. Rochelle Wellington, the Mayor's wife, and Felicity Tolliver, fianc to Rochelle's youngest son, into our house. Rio and I stood as they entered the room. Felicity had an open and friendly expression on her face while Rochelle was much more guarded and unsure. "Hey ladies, thank you for coming by tonight," I greeted them. "Mrs. Wellington, I've been making extra notes on last meetings discussions I'd like to go over with you," I said with my most disarming smile. "Felicity, we've done this incredible renovation project at school, we students, and I'd like to show you all we've accomplished so you can, ya know, give us some pointers as to what to do next," Rio beamed with a frivolity that I found personally terrifying. "Okay," Felicity grinned back at Rio. "Let's see what you have." I kind of felt sorry for Felicity; she wasn't taking Rio too seriously and had no idea of the carnivore that lurked just beneath the younger woman's exterior. Rochelle Wellington was far more cautious. "Greetings, Zane. I am happy to help the newest member of my committee adjust," Rochelle told me. I quickly cracked open my laptop and moved aside so that Rochelle could join me as I went over this and that from the last meeting. "Felicity and Jill, why don't we go check out some of the rooms Jill's already done and see what we can come up with," Rio suggested. Jill seemed a little nervous so Felicity stepped in. "I'd love to see what Ms. Braxton has done with her home. I always admired this old house, but Lance wanted something on the north side of town," Felicity sighed. "I tried to make things very homey," Jill informed them. "I didn't have much to work with. My late husband and I didn't have many possessions." "I think you did a fine job, Jill," Rio poured it on. "Zane considers this his home and looks forward to coming here on the weekends." That seemed to perk things up. "But why are you here, Rio? Are you Zane's, girlfriend?" Felicity wondered. "Oh, no," Rio laughed. "My family is in Arizona and Zane knows I'm alone here, so he and Jill have taken me under their wing and made me feel like a daughter, and a sister." How Jill stopped herself from choking at the, exaggeration was putting it kindly, was beyond me. It did show me that Rio could be personable and manipulative if she so desired. The three women headed off to the dining room, leaving me with Rochelle. "Why don't we move to the kitchen?" I suggested to her. "Working over the coffee table isn't good for our backs." "Oh," she clearly studied me, "okay, if you think that's best." We moved to the bar in the kitchen and I behaved myself for all of five minutes. I started bringing up her ideas that had been somewhat ill-received and showed her what work I had done on them. "I'm not sure how much of this matters," she sighed. "I don't think I have the votes." "Don't give up. After all, I have the tie-breaking vote now," I reminded her. "Oh, I hadn't considered you a voting member but I suppose you are right. I admit, I didn't see you hanging around all that long, being a young man and all," she explained. "Why would I not want to stay? I had fun," I countered. "I would imagine a young man would have better things to do than hang out with a bunch of old ladies," she said. "If I find a bunch of old ladies, I'll let you know," I grinned. "Besides, I had some friends go over some of the suggestions you put forth and they created some 3-D images for you to present next Wednesday," I related, as I began opening the first program. "Oh, my," Rochelle murmured. As she got the hang of things, she maneuvered through the presentations and rotated the pictures. "Are you hot?" I inquired. "Can I get you something to drink?" "That would be nice," she agreed. "Do you have tomato or orange juice?" "We have that, and we have beer and Scotch too," I grinned. "Oh, please," she moaned, "I could use a good Scotch. It has been a long week." While I prepared a double Scotch for her and a beer for myself, Rochelle took off her jacket and laid it on the bar. I handed her the glass when I returned. "That's smooth," she commented after a sip. "I don't like this," she pointed to a feature on the screen. "How do I alter it?" I reached around her, pressing my body onto her side and back gently. "Here you go, do this and this." I highlighted the keys she needed to use to get the desired effects. I could tell she was distracted, both physically and intellectually. Rochelle hesitantly moved some features around for a few seconds so I chose to back off for a minute. "I want to do this," she requested, "without changing, " "Oh, okay. Let's try this," I answered, while wrapping her in my arms once more. This time I held the embrace longer, and when I withdrew, my hand rested on her far shoulder. "This is really good work, Zane," Rochelle turned her head to complement me only to find my face a few inches away. She gulped and looked at me with a certain level of confliction. "Really, it was this small group of girls at school who did the real work. Isn't that always the case, women doing all the real work so some guy can get the credit?" I teased her. "Why, why did they do this for you?" she stammered. "They go to our church, of course," I smiled. "What did you think I did, seduce them?" "I, no, definitely not," Rochelle blushed, and turned back to the screen. "You are such a nice boy." "I wouldn't go that far, Mrs. Wellington. I am afraid I'm begging forgiveness most Sunday mornings," I joked. "Oh, come on now," she mused, "what do you have to talk to Jesus about?" "Impure thoughts," I confessed. "Well, you go to an all-girls school," she said. "I'm sure that gives you ample opportunity." "What makes you think I'm not being tempted right now?" I suggested. "Oh, I guess you could be," she replied quietly. "I'm glad we got that out of the way," I sighed. "What? Got what out of the way?" she asked. "It's hard to tell a lady that she's attractive without it being taken the wrong way," I lied. I had every intention of her taking this the 'wrong' way. "It is that I've always found you very beautiful but was unsure how you would take it." "I'm a married woman," she declared, but severely lacked conviction. "Absolutely, and we both understand the limitations of our relationship because of that," I continued. "Limitations?" she questioned. "Well, I can do this," I kissed her on the neck below the ear, "and we both know that it is only something between friends." "Ah, good," she moaned. "I mean, it is good we understand our boundaries." I went back to kissing her neck, then went up to her ear. Rochelle remained patiently still under my passion for a long time. "I want to take another look at this diagram," she suddenly said. She didn't pull away, though, instead, working away steadily on the keyboard while I let my lips play along her exposed flesh and my hands roamed her shoulders. She kept a steady patter of conversation going as I deviated farther and farther from her shoulders, around her back, to the sides of her breasts. "Your top button," I whispered to her. "Button, she murmured. She looked to my eyes, then followed them down to her cleavage. I saw the mental struggle going on inside her, lust versus a loveless marriage. I imagine she convinced herself this was all harmless fun because her trembling hands undid not only the first button, but the second one as well. "Beautiful," I complimented her quietly. "You are very beautiful, Rochelle." She didn't say anything but she sat up straighter and stuck out her chest with more confidence. My left hand edged around the side of her breast and took that orb into my hand and began massaging it, exciting her nipple through her satin blouse and silk bra. My right hand followed a similar path, but at the base of the breast I roamed down along the fleshy roll of her stomach to her belt, rubbing along and kneading the pliant tissue. She was slightly embarrassed

Author George Weigel talks with Teresa about his book "Pomp and Circumstance". Fact Check Friday helps us discern what the news media has us digest. Dr. Matthew Bunson visits to highlight an upcoming pilgrimage that walks in the footsteps of the Popes. Plus, Dr Matthew Petrusek talks strengthening Catholic identity in Catholic Schools...and Two Sense gives a glance at Bishop Barron's message to Youth in Rome!

The Curmudgeon Supreme and I take a break from our Explorations into the Mysterious Origins of Freemasonry, myths, theories, debates, and hidden Truths to talk about some of the podcasts we have been following. We share our observations, thoughts, and insights gained from listening.The first one is from the YouTube Channel and it's called The Rubicon Society. It is a Masonic Channel, and they have put out some excellent material. This is called "The Primary Business of A Lodge Is..." Here's the link so you can watch and then let us know what you all think: https://youtu.be/WN5B1VjeLyU?si=2IjJMQdoxijciy00Tucker Carlson interviewed Conor McGregor inside the Grand Lodge of Ireland. Listen to the interview here: https://open.spotify.com/episode/1SS4xUzS2NIgVZKXQ2sRY5?si=32c39b3e64914fb1DeDunking is a YouTube channel that was started about 3 years ago. Here is a decription of his channel : DescriptionMaking videos about alternate history from the perspective of a skeptic. Debunking erroneous claims against alternate history. No aliens, no sonic pyramid power plants, no global communication crap, NO WOO. Instead, I use science, logic, and speculation based on the evidence at hand.https://youtu.be/I2beEMCTY8E?si=St3wq5-3nbL9NlaFThe next podcast we discuss is The Old-Fashioned Masonic Podcast. The creator, Brother Bryan Bird, has recently seemed to turn his entire focus on controversial masonic topics, things that we all know happen and have been happening within the fraternity forever. Check it out and tell us what you think. https://youtu.be/VsqEpbbTb9Y?si=57WFDsGxjbNYG5JMThe Next YouTube/ Podcast we discuss is the Scottish Rite of Freemasonry. 33° Freemason Maynard Edwards and Grand Archivist Arturo de Hoyos, 33° Grand Cross, as they reveal:Here is the link: https://youtu.be/uX0TFXrXvF4?si=xIbjLjWq6cwhtClFFollow me on Instagram @masonicmsucleTikTok @masonicmsucle357Write to me at masonicmsucle357@gmail.com#debate #vatican #Pope #Catholic #grandlodge #tuckercarlson #dedunking #scottishrite #rubiconsociety #logic #grammar #sevenliberalarts #masonic #freemasonry #masonry #secrets #archives #library

A new pope has been chosen! As the recording of this episode of "The Glenn Beck Podcast" began, white smoke emerged from the Sistine Chapel, signaling the selection of the first American pope. Glenn and Bishop Joseph Strickland react live to the news as the whole world wonders if Cardinal Robert Francis Prevost, now Pope Leo XIV, will continue in the ways of his predecessor Pope Francis or go a more traditional route. Bishop Strickland, who was removed from office by Pope Francis, says the former pope pushed a church “in the world and of the world” and reviews “duplicity,” “corruption,” and potential abuse overlooked by the Vatican, including the infamous McCarrick scandal. The pair discuss the resurgence of the Latin Mass, globalism, the Catholic Church's approach to homosexuality and gender identity, and whether the Shroud of Turin is an “icon” or a “relic.” As the new pope greets the world, Glenn asks, “If we have a more progressive pope, does that set the Church back?” Bishop Strickland advises that “even if we are disappointed and dismayed,” we must pray and keep our focus on God.     GLENN'S SPONSORS      Relief Factor             Relief Factor can help you live pain-free! The three-week quick start is only $19.95. Visit https://www.relieffactor.com/ or call 800-4-RELIEF.    Jase Medical      Care for yourself and loved ones when the unexpected happens. Go to https://jasemedical.com/ and use code BECK at checkout for a discount.   Constitution Wealth   It's time to align your financial portfolio with your principles. Visit https://constitutionwealth.com/blaze for a free consultation.  Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Ep. 269, Recorded 4/24/2025. Nico has travel stories. Dewayne has an update. Hot stuff back on the docket. Random questions. Everybody gets a ribbon. Drafty logic. Time flies. It's a Blast… zone. Truckin'. Is the Pope Catholic?

Dr. Hixson welcomes Tim Moore from Lamb and Lion Ministries to discuss the ways in which Pope Francis is departing from both Catholic tradition and the Word of God. https://christinprophecy.org/ https://www.notbyworks.org/ https://nbwministries.myshopify.com/  https://nbwministries.myshopify.com/products/spirit-of-the-false-prophet-audiobook  https://linktr.ee/nbwministries  https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCCMIahDSgmwkm9PRf9KIWsw  https://rumble.com/c/notbyworks  https://notbyworks.podbean.com/  http://www.notbyworks.org/Spirit-Of-The-False-Prophet https://www.notbyworks.org/Spirit-Of-The-Antichrist-Volume-One https://www.notbyworks.org/Spirit-Of-The-Antichrist-Volume-two

Kat and Phoebe discuss a Catholic kicker's commencement-speech controversy, two literary autopsies of the Great Awokening, and whether communion wafers taste like flesh. LINKS:Harrison Butker is Catholic. So What? | The Free PressThe speech in full : Bubba: A Cancel-Culture Casualty – but Not in a Town Without Pity | RealClearInvestigationsNellie Bowles and Katherine Brodsky: Jewish women dangerously recap the cancellation era in new books reviewed by Phoebe Maltz BovyKat in Unherd: Why progressives want to forget George Floyd - UnHerdBooks mentioned:Morning After the Revolution: Dispatches from the Wrong Side of History a book by Nellie BowlesNo Apologies: How to Find and Free Your Voice in the Age of Outrage--Lessons for the Silenced Majority a book by Katherine Brodsky This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit femchaospod.substack.com/subscribe

Dr. Tony Costa discusses several problematic issues with Pope Francis and analyzes the various problems with the Roman Catholic doctrine of Papal Infallibility. In this episode, we discuss some of the scandals that Pope Francis has been through including changing views on divorce, universalism, the denial of Hell, being accused of heresy by Catholic theologians and more. We examine the top theological issues with Pope Francis and whether he could be legitimately considered a heretic by both Catholics and Protestants. We also look at reasons why Pope Francis has pushed leftward on many issues and consider whether the Roman Catholic doctrine of Papal Infallibility holds any weight. This is an episode we hope will help Protestants and Catholics alike think carefully about these issues and equip them for fruitful conversations. Tony Costa earned a B.A. and M.A. in Biblical Studies from the University of Toronto and earned his Ph.D in New Testament and Theology from Radboud University in the Netherlands. He is a professor of apologetics at the Toronto Baptist Seminary. He also teaches as an instructor with the University of Toronto in the areas of Gospel Studies and Archaeology of the Bible and the Ancient Near East. Tony is also an ordained Minister of the Gospel. He is the author of 'Worship and the Risen Jesus in the Pauline Letters' and 'Early Christian Creeds and Hymns'. His forthcoming book 'No King but Christ: The Collapse and Bankruptcy of Secular Worldviews' will be released later this year. Tony is married to a wonderful wife, has 3 children, and a grandson. -----------------

In this week's ThoughtCrime Charlie Kirk, Jack Posobiec, Andrew Kolvet, and Blake Neff answer many important questions, including:-Is Trump's obsession with campaigning in New York and New Jersey wise, or a waste?-Is Red Lobster's bankruptcy a tragedy, or just really funny?-Is the Pope Catholic?THOUGHTCRIME streams LIVE exclusively on Rumble, every Thursday night at 8pm ET.Support the Show.

Slovakia's Prime Minister was shot after he planned to investigate the government's actions during COVID. The Iranian President, Ebrahim Raisi, was confirmed dead after a helicopter crash last Sunday. Joe Biden gave the commencement speech at Morehouse College and put on a masterclass in pandering. Do not be deceived by Bill Maher defending Harrison Butker and criticizing the college campus protests, he proved as a guest on The Megyn Kelly Show that he is still an idiot. For example, he genuinely thought police died at the capitol on January 6th. Michael Cohen admitted to embezzling money from Trump while on the stand. During an interview with 60 Minutes, the Pope said that people are fundamentally good.

Pope Francis recently sat down for a wide-ranging interview on "60 Minutes." And, as you might imagine, some people were quick to pick apart everything he said. Some even accused him of committing heresy. To be sure, this is strong claims to make against the pope. While we aren't Roman Catholic and certainly have some deep disagreements with Roman Catholic theology, we thought it might be helpful to break down some of what the pope said. So in this episode, we discuss whether some of the remarks Francis made are really as awful or outside the realm of our own Christian thinking as some people have characterized them. READ FULL SHOW NOTES HERE Visit kainosproject.com to find other resources to help you tackle ancient truths in everyday settings, and be sure to subscribe to our email list to get all of our fresh content delivered straight to your inbox.Subscribe on Apple PodcastsFollow on Spotify Discover more Christian podcasts at lifeaudio.com and inquire about advertising opportunities at lifeaudio.com/contact-us.

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Ever driven through a tunnel, dropped the windows and given it the beans? Is the Pope Catholic? Now imagine taking that experience to the extreme. Top Gear Tunnel Run is a brand new weekly YouTube Series that you need to check out. If you like the sound of The Stig driving the world's loudest cars flat-out through a 2.7km railway tunnel… you're going to love this. Headphones on, it's going to get loud! Rowan Horncastle, Jack Rix, Ollie Marriage and Ollie Kew discuss this brand new series. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

How the Counter-Reformation or Catholic Reformation created a context for philosophy among Catholics, especially in Spain, Portugal, and Italy.

This week on the podcast, Michele Soavi's Stage Fright AKA Deleria. This is an 80s Italian horror that's based around a theatrical production all about, you guessed it, a murderer on the loose. Does art imitate life? Is the Pope Catholic? This is a super fun flick from a protégé of Dario Argento and Lucio Fulci, who is of course, the masked quasi star of the excellent Demons. Genre fans will also get a kick out of Italian gore whipping boy, Giovanni Lombardo Radice as one of the dancers. Break a leg, and join us for a quick chat about Stage Fright!

Archbishop Carlo Maria Viganò published a video address on “Is the Pope Catholic?” in which he asserts that Jorge Bergoglio-Pope Francis is a “false prophet” and “apostate pope” to which no Catholic owes obedience. Dr. Taylor Marshall provides commentary. Watch this new podcast episode by clicking here: If the audio player does not show up […] The post 1047: VIGANO calls Pope Francis a FALSE Prophet APOSTATE Pope [Podcast] appeared first on Taylor Marshall.

Archbishop Carlo Maria Viganò published a video address on “Is the Pope Catholic?” in which he asserts that Jorge Bergoglio-Pope Francis is a “false prophet” and “apostate pope” to which no Catholic owes obedience. Dr. Taylor Marshall provides commentary. Watch this new podcast episode by clicking here: If the audio player does not show up […] The post 1047: VIGANO calls Pope Francis a FALSE Prophet APOSTATE Pope [Podcast] appeared first on Taylor Marshall.

In this episode we reflect on doing 200 full podcast episodes over the last six years before reflecting on the 60th anniversary of the murder of the only practicing Catholic President in US History by a three-named villain. And on the topic of three-named villains, we discussed the flame-out in Ferndale: only time will tell just how much damage the Vortex of Vice has wrought financially, spiritually, and otherwise. Please pray for all of the people involved that the scandal will not undo all of the good work they have done. Lastly we reflect on the secular American feast of Thanksgiving and reflected on those things for which we are most thankful… including everyone reading this summary! Links, Reading, and Video: Dr. Mazza Webinar December 9: “Is the Pope Catholic” (free to sign up and watch live) Barnhardt Podcast #010 — as relevant now as in 2017! The assassination of JFK: One of the US's biggest mysteries Incomplete list of JFK assassinationk theories Catholics Reflect on President's Faith and Life on 60th Anniversary Father Z's thoughts on Michael Voris John-Henry Weston's thoughts on Michael Voris Diabolical Narcissism and Religion: When the DN devalues and dumps his co-religionists, and ultimately declares God Himself to be “such a disappointment” and dumps God. Just like Lucifer. Ann's Diabolical Narcissism video Javier Milei's WEF profile page Peru Congress Passes Law Reinforcing Unborn's Constitutional Right to Life Elon Musk throwing Masonic Gang Signs Tombstone: “Why Ed Bailey, Does this mean we're not friends anymore?” Shure microphones: SM7B and MV7 (what Supernerd and Ann use, respectively) Ann's Pecan Pie recipe: it's Gobble-Gobble-Gud!   Feedback: please send your questions, comments, suggestions, and happy news item to podcast@barnhardt.biz — or you can leave voicemail feedback at (302) 648-6373‬. (Alternate email addresses are supernerdmedia@protonmail.com and annbarnhardt@protonmail.com if you are looking for something more secure.) Supernerd Media produces the Barnhardt Podcast, hosts Ann's website, and more; if you got some value from these efforts and would like to return some value, you can use a credit/debit card, Apple Pay, Google Pay, Link, or Cash App with this link or you can mail a donation to the address listed at SupernerdMedia.com.

October 18th, 2023 - We welcome back Leane VanderPutten on living joyfully in the midst of tragedy. Then we're joined again by Fr. Gerald Murray to tackle the sedevacantist argument. TheStationOfTheCross.com/ACT  

Pope Francis's latest remarks on same-sex relationships and ordaining women have U.S. Catholics very worked up — and can you blame them? Catholic YouTube star Dr. Taylor Marshall helps to explain what Francis actually said and what it means for the world's one billion Catholics. Then, Harmeet Dillion talks about Trump's ongoing legal battles, the struggle to keep the California GOP conservative, and more.Support the show: http://www.charliekirk.com/supportSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

In this latest THOUGHTCRIME featuring Jack Posobiec, Charlie Kirk, Tyler Bowyer, and Andrew Kolvet, the gang explores important questions like:-How iconic will Donald Trump's mugshot be in a year, or ten years, or a thousand years? And will it boost him with black voters?-Is Oliver Anthony still the hero America needs, or a squishy moderate gigacuck?-Is Covid 2024 an even worse sequel than the second Black Panther movie?-Is the Pope Catholic? No, really, is he?THOUGHTCRIME streams LIVE exclusively on Rumble, every Thursday night at 8pm ET.Support the show

Well, all this snow this past week has had me thinking about summertime and the beach, and I want to let it be known that the beaches in North Carolina are better than the beaches in Texas. I grew up about an hour and a half from the coast in North Carolina and my family would vacation at the beach every year, and so I do admit that my opinion is a little bias, but I've been to the beach in Texas once, and it was a terrible experience.It was few years ago, Melissa and I took our older kids on a trip to visit family friends in Austin, and we decided to drive down to the beach one day, and it was a little overcast and windy, but the kids really wanted to swim, and it just so happened that the beach was not crowded at all. So we get out there, and they ran into the water and they're splashing around, having a great time, and then after a little while they came running back out of the water and they said they were stinging and itching all over. They were screaming “Get it off! Get it off!” We didn't see anything right way, but as we looked them over we found these little, almost translucent bugs everywhere. And then we looked around and noticed, about every 30 yards or so, there were purple flags out. And we said, “Hmm. Wonder what these purple flags mean?” Well we looked it up … the purple flags mean “dangerous marine life has been spotted.” We walk over to the water and looked and there were more jellyfish than I'd ever seen before in my life. And we found out later that those the little bugs were actually jellyfish larvae … also known as “sea lice” — and look, I've gone to the beach in North Carolina my entire life and never heard of this! I go to the beach in Texas once and my kids get sea lice.But here's the thing: as much I wanna blame it on Texas or the Gulf of Mexico or whatever, the whole thing was really my fault — because the purple flags were out. The warning was right in front of me, but I ignored it. And typically, as a general rule, when we ignore warnings, bad things happen. The warnings are there for a reason. That is certainly the case in Hebrews Chapter 3. In verses 7–11, after we read the quotation from Psalm 95, what we see here in verses 12–19 is a very clear warning, and my objective in this sermon is to make sure we don't ignore it. We're going to look at it in two parts. Two questions: What Is the Basis of the Warning?What Is the Heart of the Warning?Father, by the power of your Spirit, please open the eyes of our hearts to behold wonderful things in your word. Accomplish your will in us, for your glory. In Jesus's name, amen. 1) What Is the Basis of the Warning?Now before we really dig in here, I think it'd be good to step back and get a view of the passage overall. And I want to encourage you to get your Bible open and look at the words with me. And if you don't have a hardcopy Bible we would love to give you one! We have them over here and back there on tables, and they are yours to take. If possible, I want everybody to see what's going on here.With your Bible open, look at verse 7. You can see that verse 7 down to verse 11 is that quotation. Pastor Joe helped us out last week by explaining that this quotation is from Psalm 95, and Psalm 95 is referring to an event that happened early in Israel's history in the Book of Numbers.And the short summary of that story is that Israel failed to trust Yahweh, even after everything they had seen him do. They did not trust his word, they rebelled against him, and as judgment on them, God said he would kill them all. And he did. The only exception was Joshua and Caleb because they had faith. Every other person above the age of 20 who grumbled against God, God put them to death in the wilderness over the course of forty years. That's the story. It is a cautionary tale of unbelief and judgment.So Psalm 95 looked back on that story to give us a lesson from it; and now the writer of Hebrews looks back on Psalm 95 to repeat that lesson. And that lesson is a warning.After the writer quotes Psalm 95, in verse 12 we see the warning. He says: “Take care, brothers, lest there be in any of you an evil, unbelieving heart…” Now, the way the passage is organized, the writer gives the warning first in verses 12–13 and then he gives the rationale for the warning in verses 14–19, but this morning I want to explain the passage by switching that order around. We're gonna start with the rationale, or the basis of the warning (these bottom verses), and then we're going to come back to the top and look closer at the warning itself. Why Warnings ExistWhen it comes to the basis of the warning it has to do with the possibility of danger. That's the case for any kind warning. Warnings exist because there is some danger we want to avoid, like jellyfish, and avoiding that danger is usually for our good. This means that warnings are really expressions of kindness. We don't typically think that way about warnings. My guess is that for a lot of us the word “warning” itself sounds negative and uncomfortable and we don't like it — we'd rather keep it all positive. But warnings are important, and we need them because we live in a world of real danger. And real, spiritual danger is the issue here in Hebrews. It's the danger of apostasy.The Threat of ApostasyThat's something that we talked about several weeks ago when we started in the Book of Hebrews. Remember that one of the problems that these early Christians were facing — one of the main things that occasioned this letter — was the threat of apostasy. It's that people have and do fall away from the faith. There are important nuances and details with that and we talked about those in that first sermon, but at least on the surface, people walk away from Jesus. People abandon Jesus. And that is a problem, that's dangerous, because if you forsake faith in Jesus, you will not be saved by Jesus.We see that basic point repeated here at least three times:First, it's in verse 6. It's what leads into the quote from Psalm 95. Hebrews 3, look at verse 6: “…And we are his house [God's house], if indeed we hold fast our confidence and our boasting in our hope.” Second, we see the same point in verse 14. Look at verse 14: “For we have come to share in Christ, if indeed we hold our original confidence firm to the end.” Verse 14 repeats verse 6. The same conditional conjunction is used. It's the word “if”, and the same word for “hold” or “hold fast” is used. Verse 6: “if indeed we hold fast our confidence”Verse 14: “if indeed we hold our original confidence”Same idea. And now we can see that being God's house in verse 6 and sharing in Christ in verse 14 are also the same idea. They're both ways to describe our salvation. It means we are God's people, we are truly Christians, we are united to Jesus and co-heirs of his benefits. That is us if we keep on believing. The message is that we are saved by Jesus if we keep clinging to Jesus by faith. But the danger, apparently, is that it's possible that we might stop clinging to Jesus. It's possible that some might forsake Jesus. And to make this point, this is where Psalm 95 comes in. Psalm 95 was already quoted in verses 7–11, but then in verse 15 the writer of Hebrews quotes it again.After he repeats the conditional point in verse 14 — that we're saved by Jesus if we keep clinging to Jesus — verse 15 goes, “As it is said …” and then we're back to Psalm 95.The writer is saying, basically, Hey, we're saved by Jesus if we keep clinging to Jesus, just like we've learned from Psalm 95. …The ‘Questions' of Verses 16–18And what exactly have we learned from Psalm 95? We've learned, at the very least, that you can be so close to the salvation of God and yet not be saved because you do not believe. That's the point that the writer of Hebrews drives home in a string of questions in verses 16–18. There are five questions in a row with three conclusions.Have y'all ever played the game called Questions? You try to carry on a conversation with someone only by using questions. It's a great road trip game. For example, if Pastor Kenny and I were on a road trip together, I'd ask him: “Kenny, is Sunday your favorite day of the week?” And Kenny would say, “Is the Pope Catholic?” It'd just be questions back and forth. That's kind of what's going on here. There are five questions but two of the questions are rhetorical questions that answer previous questions. Look at verse 16. Question 1 — verse 16aSpeaking of Psalm 95, “For who were those who heard and yet rebelled?” That is, who were the ones in this story of Israel who heard the word of God and rebelled against him?Rhetorical Question 1 — verse 16b “Was is not all those who left Egypt led by Moses?” See that's an affirmation. The two questions together in verse 16 are saying: Those who heard the word of God and rebelled against him were all those who Moses led out of Egypt and saw what God did. Question 2 — verse 17a “And with whom was he [God] provoked for forty years?” That is, who were the ones in this story with whom God was angry and punished for forty years in the wilderness?Rhetorical Question 2 — verse 17b “Was it not with those who sinned, whose bodies fell in the wilderness?” See again, that's an affirmation. Both questions in verse 17 are saying: Those with whom God was angry were those who did not trust God and therefore they died in the wilderness.Rhetorical Question 3 — verse 18 “And to whom did he [God] swear that they would not enter his rest, but to those who were disobedient?” This is a rhetorical question affirming that those who do not believe (the unbelieving, the disobedient) do not enter God's rest. They don't inherit God's promised salvation.Altogether, through these questions, the writer of Hebrews is saying: Hey, keep clinging to Jesus, because we know the story of Numbers, we get the lesson distilled for us in Psalm 95 — it's that those who don't believe are not saved, even if they're so close to God's salvation that they see it for themselves. If they don't believe, then they don't enter God's rest. That's the summary point of verse 19. Look at verse 19: “So we see [through Psalm 95] that they were unable to enter because of unbelief.” And entering God's rest here in verse 19 is analogous to being God's house (verse 6) and sharing in Christ (verse 14). They're all describing God's salvation. The logic of the passage is saying that those who do not believe do not enter God's rest, do not share in Christ, are not God's house. If you do not believe in Jesus, you will not be saved by Jesus; and unbelief is a danger. That's verses 14–19. That is the basis of the warning.These verses are the reason that when we start at the top in verse 12 there's a big warning flag flying in our face. And I mean it's right here. You can't miss it. We started with the basis of the warning in verses 14–19, now let's look at the heart of the warning in verse 12.2) The Heart of the WarningVerse 12, “Take care, brothers, lest there be in any of you an evil, unbelieving heart, leading you to fall away from the living God.” The heart of the warning is a warning about your heart. That's what we find here. The warning is that first command there, “take care.” It's actually the verb “to see,” which is the same Greek word used in verse 19. Everyone look down at verse 19 again. See that word “see” in verse 19 — “So we see…” That's the same word that starts this passage in verse 12. This passage is bookended with the same word because the writer wants us to read this as one unit. The reason verse 12 is translated “take care” is because it's an imperative, it's a command, so he's saying not simply, “See, brothers…” but he's saying “watch out, brothers!” When this verb is in the imperative form it always has that kind of force. It means: Watch out! Look at! Take care! It's a warning. And a warning about what? “Watch out, brothers, lest there be. …”Now the writer of Hebrews is going to give us the ‘purpose' for watching out. There's a negative reality to beware. This is the thing we should avoid. It's in that phrase “lest there be.” Another way to say it is: Watch out, brothers, so that none of you have an evil, unbelieving heart, leading you to fall away from the living God. Now it's important that he mentions the heart. First, that's a call back to the Psalm 95 quote. Look back up to verse 10. The problem of unbelief in the Old Testament story was that the Israelites “went astray in their hearts.” That's what Psalm 95 says, quoted in verse in 10. The “going astray in the heart” in verse 10 is the same idea as “an evil, unbelieving heart” in verse 12 — and that results in falling away from the living God.So by this one verse alone, we can see that the heart is a big deal. What leads people to “fall away” — which is the word apostasize, it means to abandon — what leads people to abandon God is an unbelieving heart. By this fact alone, right here, we could argue that the battle for the heart is the battle for eternal life and death. Verse 12 says as much. But then we also have the full testimony of Scripture. What else does the Bible say about the heart?What About the Heart?The Bible teaches us that the heart is the control center of who we are. It's the source from which we interact with the world. Jesus taught us this. He said, “out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaks” (Matthew 12:34) He said, “from within, out of the heart of man, come evil thoughts, sexual immorality, theft, murder, adultery, coveting, wickedness, deceit, sensuality, envy, slander, pride, and foolishness.” (Mark 7:21–23) The point is that every sin — including especially the sin of unbelief talked about in Hebrews 3 — comes from the heart. The late J. I. Packer writes, The human heart is the controlling source of all that we do in expression of what we are: all our thoughts, desires, discernments and decisions, our plans and purposes, our affections, attitudes and ambitions, all the wisdom and all the folly that mark our lives, come out of, and are fueled, serviced, and driven by, our hearts, for better or for worse. (8) What Packer says here lines up with what Solomon tells us in Proverbs 4:23, “Keep your heart with all vigilance, for from it flow the springs of life.” In the late 1600s, there was a Puritan named John Flavel who wrote a little book based on that one verse in Proverbs. Because the Bible tells us the heart is super important and pretty much determines everything that matters, and because it's our hearts that God sees and cares most about, Flavel says, “The keeping and right managing of the heart in every condition, is the one great business of a Christian's life.” The writer of Hebrews would say the same thing. The warning in this passage is focused on the heart. Watch out that your heart not become an evil, unbelieving heart. The Connection Between 12 and 13In what way exactly do we do that? How do we “watch out” or “take care”?Well, I think verse 13 gets there. Verse 13 gives us a second command with the same purpose we see in verse 12. Verse 13, “But exhort one another every day, as long as it is called “today,” so that none of you may be hardened by the deceitfulness of sin.” And when he says that word “hardened” he's implying the heart. Now listen to a paraphrase of the commands in both verses.Verse 12 says: Watch out so that your heart not become an evil, unbelieving heart.Verse 13 says: But exhort one another so that none of your hearts may be hardened. We can hear the similarity, but now what's the relationship between these two verses? They're connected by the conjunction “but” in verse 13, and most of the time we'd expect “but” to mark a contrast, like “Don't do this, but do this.” That's not the way it functions here though! Verse 13 is not telling us something entirely different from verse 12. It's actually a restatement of verse 12, except verse 13 is explaining or developing verse 12 a little more.In particular, verse 13 develops the command to “Take care” and the danger of an unbelieving heart.I want you to see this. Start with the danger. The Hardened HeartAn evil, unbelieving heart in verse 12 is called a heart hardened by the deceitfulness of sin in verse 13. And I'm interested in those descriptions. Is an unbelieving heart and a hardened heart describing the same condition? Or might one come before the other?Well this text here isn't conclusive on this question, but it raises the question! And if we look closer at this word “harden” we see this verb show up a couple more times in the New Testament. Romans 9:18, “So then he [God] has mercy on whomever he wills, and he hardens whomever he wills.” Acts 19:9, speaking of Paul's ministry, “But when some [the people Paul was preaching to] became stubborn and continued in unbelief, speaking evil of the Way before the congregation, he withdrew from them and took the disciples with him …” Both verses have the same verb translated “harden” and “became stubborn.” And they're both connected to unbelief, and that connection, theologically, is that this hardening is the process by which the heart becomes and stays unbelieving. That's how Luke uses it in Acts 19. The stubborn or hardened heart is the heart that continues in unbelief. An unbelieving heart starts and stays unbelieving by the heart being hardened. Which means, if you want to avoid an unbelieving heart (verse 12) then avoid a hardened heart (verse 13). The heart that is hardened is the heart incapable of faith.This is obvious in the promise of the New Covenant. Remember that the people of Israel were faithless. They could not trust God. So in order for them to believe — in order for any of us to have faith in God — God must give us new hearts! And that is the promise of the New Covenant that Moses foretold in Deuteronomy 30, and it's what the prophets declared, Jeremiah 31, Ezekiel 36 — our only hope of trusting in Jesus is if God changes us here, in the heart.But now here's a question: if it's God who must give us new hearts, how does it work that we're supposed to watch out for our hearts? Does this mean that God gives us new hearts but then it's all up to us to take care of them? How's this work?I think the second command in verse 13 helps us. Exhort One AnotherIt's the command to “exhort one another” everyday. That develops the command to “watch out.” It's the positive side of the warning. We should watch out that we don't have an unbelieving heart — and how? In what way do we watch out for our hearts? We do it by exhorting one another.And that word “exhort” is important. The original word has a range of meaning; it's used a few different ways in the New Testament, but the meaning here in Hebrews 3 is to encourage.It means to encourage or to give comfort or to give consoling help — and it is always in reference to the saving work of God. That's what biblical encouragement is. This is not generic expressions of kindness. “Hey, nice shoes! Hey, great job on that thing!” Those are all fine and good to say to each other — and we should; we should be kind to one another — but the command in verse 13 to exhort or to encourage means to speak words of comfort and help to another about God.Remember this encouragement is the antidote to a hardened heart. What keeps the heart from being hardened? What keeps us from unbelief? It's remembering the truth of what God has done. It's remembering who he is. And this remembering happens through our telling one another.This is amazing!God is the one who, by his grace, gives us new hearts, and we're each commanded to watch out for our hearts, and that watchfulness we're commanded to is an action that God intends to happen through the means of us encouraging one another in his salvation.The creation of our new hearts is the work of God, and the keeping of our new hearts is the work of God through the means of the church's life together.Do we have any idea about the profound obligations we have to one another?The way that God has designed to keep my heart and sustain my faith is through you. The way that God has designed to sustain your faith is through the people sitting around you.And it's not complicated. We simply encourage one another. Tell your brother, tell your sister, that God loves them. I want so badly for us to be a church marked by encouragement. I want it just to be how we live together, how we interact with with one another. We remind one another of who God is and what he's done. We remind one another that God is in control and that God is good. We assure one another that God loves us, and that he's for us, and that he knows what you need before you even ask it, and if he takes care of the birds of the air he's gonna take care of you. In fact, God only always wields his sovereign power for your eternal good. I wanna tell you that. We are commanded to tell one another that. Because that is the way God keeps us.So we come to Hebrews 3 and see the warning flags. The danger applies to everyone. And so does the command to encourage. This is for all of us.And that's what brings us to the Table. The TableThe Lord's Table is the big reminder every week of what God has done. The bread and the cup remind us of the death of Jesus for us, and we remember him together. We eat and we drink at this Table together, as we're doing that, we're believing and encouraging one another in our great salvation.So for all who are here who believe in Jesus, this Table is for us.

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The MILF Next Door: Part 5Jane Meets MumBy barry240646  - Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. I was still laying on my side facing her laying on her back, and she reached up, locked her arms around my neck and pulled my face down on to her face. We kissed. A long kiss.A kiss long enough for my right leg to spread her legs apart. Long enough for me to straddle her right leg and then get both of my legs between hers. Long enough for me to position myself so the tip of my cock was touching her pussy. She was gripping me so tight around my neck and forcing my mouth down on to hers.After a while, I reached up and pulled her arms from around my neck. I started to kiss her neck. I slowly worked my way down to her right breast and ran my tongue in circles around the nipple, which was hard and prominent. She really did have large hard nipples when aroused.I gradually began to ease my body down her body, kissing as many square inches as I could. I licked her belly button. I kissed down lower. I felt her tense up in expectation. She now knew definitively exactly what I was planning to do. When my tongue found her bush, she opened her thighs, raised her knees and put her heels on to the back of my bum. I had inches to go to get to her vagina.I raised my head and let my thumbs explore her bush and find her outer lips. I rubbed up and down each lip with each thumb, and she moaned gently and rocked her head from side to side. My thumbs parted her lips and exposed her clit and then I sucked it into my mouth and teased it with my tongue.Holding her clit with my lips, I rubbed two fingers on to her inner lips and felt the moisture seeping out. Her head was still rolling from side to side, and she was making a gentle guttural sound. I felt she was moist enough and slowly penetrated her with the two fingers. Moving forwards, then backwards not quite as much, my fingers gradually invaded her most personal space. I curled my fingers and went to search out her magic spot.I knew fireworks would go off as soon as I touched it. This was the fourth woman I had made love to, and the only sexually innocent one of them. I found the spot. I was in no doubt about finding it, as when I did, we levitated above the bed. We were flying over a whole new world and there was not a magic carpet in sight!I rubbed her gently, then gradually applied more pressure as I rubbed. Her pussy was filling up with her juices, and I used my mouth and tongue to trap and enjoy as much of those juices as I could.Her thighs squeezed my waist, she was kicking my bum. She was hanging on to my neck as if to avoid a mile-high drop! She was having her first climax. I didn't stop, just rubbed gentler and let her calm down, before building up again. Soon after, she was having her second climax.I was on a roll. She was rocking and rolling, taking me with her through her thigh grip of me. We kept lifting up as she climaxed, which she did a third time. Then in a breathless voice, I heard “Mark, my love, please, please let me rest a moment.”I withdrew my hand. I got on my elbows and knees and advanced up her body until my mouth reached her lips. We kissed, and her tongue tasted her juices for the first time. As we broke the kiss, I glanced at the clock. 10 p.m.She unwrapped her arms and I rolled on to my left side, and kissed each nipple lovingly. She smiled. It was a gorgeous smile of complete self-satisfaction. Alice in Wonderland's Cheshire Cat would have looked pouty by comparison.After a long warm smile, and a kissing motion towards me with her lips, she said “So that's what sex is supposed to feel like?”I grinned back. “That's only the appetizer. We have just under two hours to serve the main course.”“Do we have any wine left?”“Yes, some in the glasses and probably one small glass each in the bottle.”“Pour it all into the glasses. please.”I got off the bed and freshened the glasses and brought them over. She took hers and half-emptied it on the first swig, “I needed that,” she said, her cheeky grin back on her face.“Maybe we should save what's left for midnight,” I said.“I'll let you into a secret. I was so convinced you were the right person to be my first real lover, I bought two bottles, so we have plenty to celebrate with.”“In that case…..” we clinked glasses and emptied them.I rolled on to her again, and we exchanged gentle short kisses and smiles. She was resting her arms lightly on my back, and between each kiss, I slightly adjusted my position. After about 10 kisses, the tip of my cock was nestling between her inner lips once more. Then, with each kiss, I would press it gently against her, penetrating just a fraction of an inch, and then withdrawing. Gradually I felt her moisture on my tip.A gentle, slightly husky voice said, as we broke a kiss, “Please, take me now.”Without saying a word, each time I thrust gently forward, I then stayed there. And so gradually, her inner lips were parted by my cock and it began to enter her. Again her thighs opened and her legs wrapped around me. We took our time, but eventually I could advance no further. Our pubic bones were in contact, my balls in contact with her. We lay still, like that, for a while.Then I started to rock forwards and backwards on her, lifting my body weight on my elbows. Her expression softened and her blues eyes gazed right at me. Her tongue ran around her lips. I stuck my tongue out and licked the tip of her nose, and she smiled and lifted her head to lick mine.And that was when my own needs took over. My thrusting picked up steam. My thrusts got longer as I withdrew more and then thrust forcefully back. Each time I thrust forward, her hips came up to meet me. Her thighs were up and around my hips. All attempts at gentle seduction were gone; this was pure animal rutting. This was total lust on both our parts.Under me, I could hear her saying “Oh, Yes! Oh Yes!” and then “Come for me, Come in me, please. Now!”And as if on command my body erupted my juices into her, deep inside her, our pubic bones crushing against each other. Almost as soon as I came, I felt her body respond back. Jane came again. Not as extremely as before, but definitely she came and she felt it and it was wonderful.I know because immediately after she told me. “Oh my God, I came again. it was not as strong, but it felt wonderful.”We lay there, me still buried in her to the limit. Then she unwound her legs from around me, and I rolled off her. I looked at the clock. It was 11:10 p.m.“Well, Cinderella,” I said, “you've got 50 minutes to spare.”“Well, at least as I am naked, I don't have to worry about my dress turning into rags!”“So, can I say what I want to happen now?” I asked.“Of course, sweetheart.”“I want us to drink the wine, snuggling on the sofa, completely naked, in our post-coital bliss. I want you to get used to being naked with me, not embarrassed in any way about your body. If you mean it about my Mum, nudity is a big part of it.”She got out the new bottle, and we poured two glasses and sat on the sofa. I twisted so I could put my left arm around her, and we stared at the rug and sat quietly, for a while.The clock on her mantle reached midnight, and almost as if that was a cue, she looked at me.“How far away is your Mum?”“About 60 miles, why?”“Well, now I realize just what I have been missing over the past three years, what my cousin robbed me off, I want to make up for lost time. I can't be your girlfriend without, a, knowing if I am a lesbian rather than a hetero, and, b, can your Mum and I share when it comes to you.”“I see. We'll have to leave it until about 9 a.m. to phone her to ask if it's okay to go home. No point in going if she and Julie have something planned, or she has a date, or something.”“Would you take me if it's possible?”“Yes, but I need to know one thing. Are you ready on a first trip to be involved in a threesome with my Mum and I?”“I am open to anything. A threesome, a foursome with your neighbor. Watching you with your Mum, or just me with your Mum. I am willing to try anything. Maybe it's because I'm scared of losing my nerve. Or maybe, just maybe,” she said with that cheeky grin, “I'm just a nymphomaniac.”I groaned. “Oh dear, two nymphomaniacs in my life!”“Two? Who's the other?”So as we sat there, naked, sipping wine, I told her all about Carol downstairs. All she said at the end was “That could be interesting in the future, now let's get some sleep.”I called Mum around 9 from my room. Jane had wanted to shower, and so did I, and there was no way to put two people in those shower cabinets and have them properly wash themselves. Cuddle in a shower, maybe, but properly cleanse ourselves, no way.So after my shower and while drying off in my robe, I called home. Mum was not going anywhere special, and when I told her the whole story about Jane, she was totally willing to let Jane explore her sexual inclinations with her and I.“Shall I warn Julie to be on standby?” she asked.“You could, but warn her it's nothing personal if it doesn't happen.”So at 9:30 we were in Mama's restaurant down the road, having breakfast. “Does having sex all night always make you this hungry?” asked Jane, and I pointed we didn't do it all night.“I shall bear that in mind when we do,” said Jane, with a grin. “Maybe prepare bedside snacks.” She was dressed in a skinny rib sleeveless top and a pair of jeans that looked as though they were painted on. “Like them? I bought them on Thursday.” In response, I just said “I'm sure the Pope would love them. Could ruin all his vows seeing you dressed like that.” Jane smiled, looking proud of herself.By 11:30 a.m. we were pulling up in Mum's driveway. Coincidentally, Julie was just getting out of her car, and waved “Hello” but didn't come over. That told me Mum had already filled Julie in on what was happening.We went indoors and Mum and I hugged, and kissed on the lips. The Mum turned to Jane, who was about to say “Hello, Mrs. Johnson,” when Mum interrupted her with “The name's Barbara, and if you want to get to know me well, you'd better call me that!” She gave Jane a knowing look, and Jane looked at me and back to her and laughed.“I have a pot of coffee made, so come through to the kitchen and have it while it's fresh, and we can talk.”Coffee poured, we sat around the kitchen table. “Nice house,” said Jane.“Thank you, we think it is. However, Julie next door has a pool, and even though we are into late September, it's still warm enough to use. Do you like to skinny dip?”“To be honest, I have never tried it. Until I met your son, I hid anything to do with my body from sight, and treated sex like a fatal contagious disease.”“Oh, my dear, what a pity, and such a beautiful girl you are too. It's just that Julie has offered us the use of her pool, and said she may join us if she was back.”“She's back” I said.Mum smiled. “Well if she's back I guess it's time for me to change from Mum to Barbara.”I laughed. “You make it seem like Superman changing in a phone box!”Jane laughed too. “Mark's already explained the name rules,” she said.So when coffee was finished, we wandered over to Julie's and Barbara started to strip off. As soon as she was naked, she dived in. I was amazed when Jane actually beat me into the water, and quite shocked when I realized she was not wearing a bra under the sweater. No wonder it fitted her curves so naturally. A couple of minutes later there was another splash as Julie, also naked, dived in.Julie swam over to me and hugged me, her breasts squashed against me, and then turned to Jane and said' I'm Julie.“"I guessed that,” said Jane before allowing Julie to hug her too. Yet another surprise as to how far Jane had travelled in her sexuality in such a short time. A week ago she was hiding in her baggy clothes, and now we were lovers skinny dipping with my mother and a sexy MILF.After about half an hour, Barbara and Julie got out of the pool and started to dry each other off, as well as wrapping their hair in towels. Jane looked at me, and beckoned with her head for me to follow her, and swam to the edge of the pool. She pulled herself out, wrapped a towel around her head and stood there naked holding another one. As I climbed out, she started to rub me down. As soon as she was finished, I got another dry towel and dried her off. Barbara and Julie were heading for Julie's kitchen with just the towels on their heads, otherwise naked, so Jane shrugged off my offer to wrap a towel around her. “When in Rome,” she said.We went into the living room, and Julie sat down in an armchair, her legs apart. Barbara sat on the sofa and beckoned for Jane to join her. I took the other armchair. Jane looked at Julie's trimmed vagina, where, given her splayed legs, the fact it was trimmed and hairless around the actual pussy was clearly obvious. She looked over at Barbara, and saw she was completely hairless down there.She laughed. “I never thought I would be sitting in a room of naked people and feel overdressed,” she said.Julie stood up. “Come with me” she said. Fifteen minutes or so later, Jane and she returned. the towels on both of their heads gone. Jane had a very sexy blonde landing strip - a darker blonde than her head, but still blonde - but all around her actual pussy lips was neatly trimmed like Julie's.She stood in front of me, and showed me. I was almost dumbfounded by how self-confident Jane had become in just a week. She had gone from not touching even her own body to touching mine, and parading herself naked in front of two older MILFs, not to mention having sex.Jane sat down again next to Barbara, who by now had shed the towel on her head. Julie sat the other side of Jane, and on an unspoken cue, both MILFs turned to Jane and started sucking on her breasts, one each.Jane's head lolled back on the sofa, and the Cheshire Cat Grin was all over her face. Julie pulled Jane's thighs apart, and started rubbing and tapping Jane's clit, very fast, at the same time both breasts were being sucked off and bitten. I could see Jane's body tensing and starting to shake as her internal sensations were building, and then after several minutes of this treatment she let out a high-pitched sound that was not quite a scream of pleasure, and ejaculated a whole load of juices from her pussy all over Julie's hand.Julie beckoned for me to cross over to her, and had me kneel in front of her. “Eat me,” she ordered. I did, naturally. As I did, I felt Barbara get off the sofa, and as I stole a look to my right, there she was, knelt between Jane's knees, sucking and licking her pussy like cleaning ice cream off a plate. Both Barbara and I could hear the groans of the two building towards climaxes.When all of this flurry of activity was over, Julie went into the kitchen and brought back glasses and a bottle of nicely chilled Chardonnay. We drank a toast to Jane and the beginning of a full life as a woman. Later, we dressed so we could go back to Mum's. Once home, Mum said, “I take it you want to sleep in your own room with Jane?”I looked at Jane, who looked at Mum, and said, “Maybe we should all sleep in your room, let's see how it goes. I can sleep with Mark any time as we live in the same house!” And she flashed me her now familiar cheeky grin.Mum laughed and said that would be okay too. Then she announced that a little later we would, the three of us, go out for supper, as she didn't feel like cooking and she wanted to save her energy for the evening, anyway, and we all knew what that meant.So we sat around for a couple of hours just chatting, and Mum and Jane seemed to hit it off really well. After a great deal of discussion we went to a steak house, and had, unsurprisingly, steaks, with salad and fries. And red wine, of course; a nice Malbec. Returning home, Mum went up to her room, and Jane and I lay on the sofa and kissed, her laying across my lap like last night.Mum called down to us, and we went up to find her completely naked, and candles lit all around her room. Some were scented, and so it smelled of flowers and the fresh air of mountains, and was quite relaxing. Mum stood in front of Jane and undressed her, which didn't take long as it was only the skinny-rib sweater, the jeans and her panties.Then the pair of them undressed me. Mum let Jane pull down my briefs, releasing my already engorged cock.“Have you sucked him yet?” asked Barbara.Jane shook her head, so Barbara said “Let me show you.”She held my cock at the base with one hand to hold it out in front of me, then pulled the foreskin down with the other. Then she started to lick the tip of my mushroom head, and to swirl her tongue around it like it was an ice-cream cone She let go of the base of my cock and held my balls and gently squeezed them. I could feel my legs getting a bit jelly like, but then she stopped.“Now you try.”Jane knelt down in front of me, and repeated the process. She had not used her mouth on me up to this point, although when I first got naked the night before, she had touched my cock. She didn't have the confidence of Barbara, at least not yet, but she was gentle and it felt really good. When she squeezed my balls, that was firm and yet just painful enough to be erotic.“What if he comes in my mouth?”“Oh, that's okay. It won't poison you. Not all women like it, but I personally love it. And it's a way of having sex during those not so pleasant days of the month.”“You mean like next week?” asked Jane.“Thanks for the warning” I said.Jane went back to sucking me, but after a few minutes, Barbara stopped her. “Save his juices for later,” she said. Looking at me, Barbara asked “So what positions have you tried?”“Just missionary,” I said.“Missionary? Is that a Papal position?” asked Jane giggling.“Not quite,” said Barbara, smiling. “Let's show you Cowgirl.” And with that, Barbara straddled me, grabbed my penis, and lowered herself on to it. She dropped all the way down, and started riding me. Jane watched, enthralled.Before I could cum, Barbara stopped and looked at Jane. “Want to try it?”She was about to say something, but instead broke out laughing, and I said “Is the Pope Catholic?” and laughed with her. The Pope was having a sex life he knew absolutely nothing about.Barbara guided her on to my penis and she started to ride. “One nice thing about this position, Jane, is that you are in control. You can stop and start to suit you, and to drive your lover into a state of frustration. You can lean forward a bit so he can play with your breasts, or lay down on him and kiss him. And he can reach your clit and play with it,” as I obligingly demonstrated.As I rubbed her clit, Jane threw her head back and exclaimed “I think we will be using this one again!” She kept riding me.Barbara straddled my head and lowered her already moist pussy on to my mouth. I could tell as her weight shifted and the sound of Jane's moans changed that they were kissing, and I guessed Barbara was playing with Jane's breasts, if they were not playing with each other's.Jane's riding got more and more energetic, and before too long, all three of us had a climax. I think Jane came first, but between her and I, it was close. She rolled off me, and soon after, Barbara got off me and we lay on our backs, Jane in the middle.All went quite for a while. Jane held hands with us both, one of our hands in each of hers, and after taking a deep breath and slowly letting it out, said “Next time I go home, I think I will kill my cousin…”“Do you think he is worth the hassle?” I asked.“It's what he deserves for depriving me of one of life's greatest pleasures for so long.”Barbara said “He isn't worth the trouble of going to prison for. You should simply take Mark home with you and let your cousin know what might have been his if his brain was half the size of his prick.”Jane laughed. Considering she was laughing about the cousin who had betrayed her and raped her, it was real progress. She snuggled up into my side, and with a Walton's style round of “Good Nights” we fell asleep.The following morning, Jane and I awoke in Barbara's bed. We smiled at each other and kissed. I hugged her close. Barbara was still asleep.“I need to ask. Are you okay with this sudden change of direction in your life? Going from a fear of sex to a surfeit of it? I will understand if you want to distance yourself while you have your period, to rethink everything that has happened.”“I will distance myself to the extent of not having sex with you until next weekend. But it's just a hiatus. And no, generally I am glad that with your help, and your other lovers' help, I have learned to enjoy the oldest pleasure known to people.The funny thing about my cousin was, up until him raping me, I had a crush on him. He could have had me, my virginity and all, if he had just asked nicely. And the fact that you were nice to me without even asking for sex, that blew me away.”“I didn't ask, doesn't mean I didn't want.”She kissed my nose. “I know, silly, but you were nice simply because you are nice. That's what I meant.”We got out of bed without waking Barbara and wrapped towels around us, checked the pathway between the houses and dashed into Julie's back garden and leapt in the pool. It was early and although the pool was heated, it still had a chilly edge to it. We hugged naked in the middle of the pool.“I think I want you to take me, next summer, to a nudist beach. What do you think?”“From what I've heard, most people on a nudist beach should stay dressed.”“Yes, but that doesn't apply to us, does it? We are beautiful naked!”That I couldn't argue with. But the fact she was talking about next summer? What might that mean, long term?We swam, then wrapped ourselves in the towels and ran back home. Mum was preparing breakfast. After breakfast we set off back to the house. We walked in and in front of my door, Jane kissed me. “My woman's thing has just started, so this is your last pashy kiss for a while. See you tomorrow in Civics.”Then she kissed me again, a nice long kiss. Just as she broke it, Carol came out of her room. She just stood and watched. Jane broke the kiss, said “Thanks for everything, see you tomorrow afternoon,” and turned to run upstairs. “Oh, hi,” she said to Carol, and was gone.Carol looked at me, and then the retreating Jane, then back to me, and smiled. “Glad to see your weekend wasn't wasted in my absence,” she said. Then she went out the front door.I was beginning to get the feeling life was going to get complicated..Back at University, this was Jane's ‘lady week' so I saw her in class and part of one evening as we worked on a project, but no romantic activity. I was thinking I was getting more and more romantically inclined toward her, but she made her attitude plain.To her, I was the only guy she had sex with at the moment, as no-one else had demonstrated the right, but she was not prepared to be exclusive, nor was she prepared to rule out having a girl-friend.Thursday night I got a mysterious text from Mum. “Can you come home alone after classes tomorrow for the weekend?” No please or thank you. No explanation of the cause of the drama. So on Friday, I drove Jane back to the house as I stopped in to pick up some clothes. She kissed me good-bye in a nice but not passionate way, and I was on my way home. “Give my love to your Mum”, she said.I got home and Mum had a plate of spaghetti Bolognese ready. As I ate she filled me in. Julie's daughter, who I thought was about 26 was actually 30, and had just found out her husband of 5 years, and longer than that as her partner, had come out as gay and as a cross-dresser, and was considering transitioning to a woman. This weekend she was leaving the marital home and moving back in with Julie, and I was wanted to drive a white panel van, and help load it of course, to help move the stuff.So as a result, we were up early Saturday and off to Donna's place, about two hours away. It took a couple of hours or so to pack the van, another two hours to drive back, and around an hour to unload, as she was not yet bothering to unpack anything but clothes. Julie's house was four-bedroomed, so clothes went in Donna's old room, the rest, still packed, into the other two.To be continued…By barry240646 for Literotica

The MILF Next Door: Part 4Jane's Therapy SexBy barry240646 -  Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. I did my shopping, freshened up and put smarter clothes on, and waited in the hallway for Jane. She was a couple of minutes late, for which she apologized. She had her usual uniform on - baggy and figure-hiding as usual. It was impossible to really know what sort of figure she had.We went to the cinema and sat a fair way back from the screen. It wasn't very full and so we had a clear view of the screen. We shared a bucket of popcorn even though it's not my favorite. She watched intently through the movie. She looked lovingly at Tony as he sang ‘Maria', but when the big fight started and Tony got stabbed, she suddenly grabbed my hand. I gently laid my hand on top of hers and left it there.At the end of the movie, she suddenly realized we were still holding hands, and went to pull away. I smiled and said “Leave it, please, I like us holding hands.” She smiled, and we walked out holding hands.We got back to the house and I unlocked the door. Outside of my door, she said “Thank you for the movie,” and went to go upstairs.“I have some wine if you'd like a glass? Want to come in for a while?”She thought about it for a while and then said “Okay” in a way that suggested she was a little uncomfortable with it. We went in and I poured two glasses of red wine.We talked for a while about nothing in particular. It was almost a sparring match, me trying to find out about her, and her wanting to remain 'unknown'.“It's warm in here,” she said after a while, “so I should go.”“Why, just take your sweater off.”“I can't.”“Why? Are you naked under it or something.”“Kind of, just a bra.”“Well, I can lend you a T-shirt and you can go into the bathroom to put it on. I have even got some clean sweatpants you could slip into in place of that long skirt. They're a tie waist so you should be able to wear them.”“I couldn't.”“Please, just for me.” I went to my chest of drawers and got out a pair of grey sweats and a plain white T-shirt and held them out towards her. She hesitated and then took them and went into the bathroom. While she was gone I refreshed the glasses.When she came out I nearly let out a wolf-whistle. This shy, retiring wall-flower had one really nice figure. Breasts that curved nicely, a trim waist and shapely hips. She was almost as tall as me. I managed to avoid looking a complete idiot by staring, but only just.Instead, I said as casually as I could, “Well, those clothes look better on you than on me.”She smiled again. Her smile was beguiling; slightly shy, and she sort of downcast her eyes a bit in modesty, but an attractive smile nevertheless. “Thank you.”“You're more than welcome. You should dress in my clothes more often. You're very attractive.”I was expecting a demure smile. What I got was completely unexpected. She burst into tears and ran back into the bathroom. I noticed she didn't lock the door, so I just waited quietly. After about ten minutes, things in there quietened down, and so I opened the bathroom door slightly and called in “It's okay. Just come out and let's talk.”She did come out, still dressed in my clothes. She sat down at the table, and hung her head. Quietly, she said “I'm sorry.”“No need to apologize. If it was something I said, I apologize to you, unreservedly.”Then her story came out, almost flooded out. Her large family had thrown a party for her 19th birthday, on the family farm, and there was much drinking. She had had her first beer, but didn't like it much.Among her presents she got a tight fitting sleeveless sweater and a pair of skinny jeans, which she immediately dashed up to her room and put on. She came back out to a chorus of wolf-whistles and hollering.Later, one of her cousins who was about 25 and a bit drunk dragged her behind a barn on the family farm, and pulled her clothes off her and raped her. Then he threatened her as to what would happen if she said a word. She had never worn those clothes since.“Ever since then I have kind of avoided young men, and dressed so as not to be attractive to them. You seemed different, older somehow - in a nice way. More mature, not as hormone driven.”“Thank you. Actually, I have pretty active hormones and enjoy sex, but I was brought up to always seek consent and treat my dates properly. I promise I will never abuse any friendship with which you entrust me. And actually, I am a few months younger than you.”She smiled, and I stepped in front of where she was sitting. I held out both my hands and when she took them, I guided her into standing up and gave her a hug, a gentle hug, just a hug. I felt her body stiffen and then gradually relax over a period of time. Quite a long time. I let her sit down again.“Do you have a girlfriend?” she asked.“I have people I see, but not a regular exclusive girlfriend, no.”“Oh.”“Are you applying for the position?”She laughed. “I might when I get to know you. I should go but I'll bring your clothes back later.”“If you insist, no rush.” I said.She picked up her sweater and skirt and walked to the door, which I opened for her. “I enjoyed this afternoon,” she said, “sorry about the emotions…”I wanted to take her in my arms and kiss her, but decided against it. Instead I said “It was my pleasure, except for the emotions, for which you do not need to apologize. Come and see me any time, and if there is an old film on down the road you'd like to see, let me know.”She smiled and left, and I closed the door wondering what would happen next. Here I was at the end of my first week at Uni with two new ladies in my life. One was essentially a commitment-free nymphomaniac, much older than me, and the other an attractive but very shy and confused virgin - if you think of sex that was her choice and not forced - who was just a bit older than I.I made supper and watched some current affairs program, and sipped my way to the bottom of the bottle Jane and I had started. No problem, as Mum and I had stocked up my wine cupboard. I was relaxed and dozing a bit when I heard a gentle knocking at the door.To be honest, my first thought was “Oh no, Carol, not now.” I went to the door and opened it slightly. It was Jane.“May I come in?”“Of course,” and I stepped back to open the door wide. She was holding my clothes that she had worn. “I brought them back, unless you'd like me to launder them first.”“No rush, and no problem. I drive washing machines quite competently.”“Actually, that was kind of an excuse. I used them as an excuse to come see you again.”“No need for you to make excuses for that,” I said. “As your friend and project partner, I will always be happy to see you for no reason at all.”She put the clothes down on a dining chair. She was not wearing her uniform. Instead she was wearing a smart plain white long-sleeved blouse - not tight but not loose - and a skirt - much lighter weight - that was above her knees.“Now that's much better,” I said, “you look like the attractive young lady you are that you've been hiding away.”She stood right in front of me. “Please, will you kiss me?”How could I refuse or resist such a request. I put my arms around her, and we kissed, quite gently. We both had pursed our lips but otherwise had our mouths closed. After a while kissing her, I broke off and then kissed her again. This time I opened my mouth a little and ran my tongue around her lips. Suddenly I felt her tongue touch mine, and then it invaded my mouth. Her kiss got hungry, wanting, demanding and I responded accordingly.I invited her to sit down in the arm chair and sat myself down on the two-seater sofa, giving her plenty of space.“That was very nice,” I said.“May I ask you some very personal questions? I'm sorry, but they will be very personal, but I want to know if you are the person to help me.”“Well, I'm not a psychiatrist, just a young man with a bit of sexual experience, but go ahead. I'll answer as best I can.”“The girls you see? Are any at the university?”“One is but not a student.”“Do you have people back home you have sex with?”“I do, but they are not girlfriends. They are very dear to me but they are not girls I am dating.”“Why not date them?”“Not appropriate to date them, that's all.”“Are they hookers?”“Good lord, no!”“Then why not date them?”I paused and thought about how honest I wanted to be. If I told the truth, it might be just too close to home for her, and if I didn't, she might wonder what I was hiding. In the end, I plumped for the truth.“You see the picture on the mantle?”“Yes.”“The one with the blond curly hair is my mother, the other is our next door neighbor, and both of them are my lovers. The neighbor is also my mother's girlfriend. Long story about the how and why. I'll maybe tell you it one day when we're much better acquainted. But, yes, my mother is one of my lovers. And that is the unvarnished and complete truth.”“So you like older women? Rather than girls your own age.”“Age is not my deciding factor. I had younger girl friends at school I dated non-sexually. I had an almost-girlfriend at the beginning of the summer who was just younger than me - we went skinny-dipping, but never had sex. In fact, it was being seduced by our neighbor earlier this summer that was the first time I had sex.”“And how come with your mother?”“Like I said, unknown to me, my Mum and Julie were lovers, and when Julie started having sex with me, Mum wanted it too. They set up a plot for her to seduce me without me knowing who she was - I was blindfolded. Then Mum decided I should know.”“Do you enjoy sex with your Mum?”“Yes, she's attractive, sexy, and very comfortable with her own body. She and Julie have taught me a lot about making sex mutually enjoyable and pleasurable, as well as loving.”“If I had not been raped, I would be a virgin.”“I know, and as far as I am concerned, you still are a virgin. You are yet to 'make love' with a man.”“Thank you.”“Have you ever made love to a girl?”“No. Have you ever done it with a boy?”“No. My total sexual experience is from May of this year. I am grateful to those two ladies in the photo for what they have taught me.”I stood up. “Wine? I have plenty.”So we opened a bottle, and when we sat down, she joined me on the sofa. We did the 'Cheers' gesture with the glasses.She looked at me and smiled. “Before you, just now, I had only kissed one boy. Well, kissed as it being my choice, that is.”“I understand. Rape doesn't count as making love and never should. Did you go any further than kissing?”“He put his hand on my breast. He was gentle, not like what happened later….”She looked like she was going to tear-up again, so I put my arm around her and pulled her on to my shoulder. After a minute or so, the smile came back. “It's nice sitting like this,” she said.We sat quietly for a while, then she asked “Do you 'love' your mother like a girlfriend?”“Well, I love my mother as a mother, lots. She's been a great mother, especially after Dad died. He died just over three years ago. We have this rule about names. When we're dressed and doing normal mother/son things, she' s Mum, and when we are naked and making love, she's Barbara. Almost like she's two different women.”“And she likes girls as well as men lovers?”“Yes, that goes back years, even while Dad was alive. Mum and Julie were lovers for years. Then Dad got involved. He, Mum and Julie would have threesomes, apparently. I knew nothing about them.”“I feel so naïve by comparison.”“I know what you mean. As I say, my sexual experience goes back to May. It's all pretty new to me too.”There was a long pause, then she leaned towards me and said, “Please, kiss me again.”We kissed. Our mouths opened, but the kiss was gentle and tender, and loving. It felt great.“Do you think you and I could be lovers?” she asked.“If you wanted us to be, and we got to know each other so that you could relax and trust me.”“Would you like to be my lover?”“Yes, and more…”“If I were your lover would your mother be my lover too?”“Only if both you and her wanted it. The point about being lovers is everyone involved has to want it, freely want it. No violence, or threats, or bullying.”She stood up, and finished her wine, and said. “I need to go, I have a lot to think about. Thank you for your kindness, the wine, your patience, and your honesty, but I need to leave before I rush into something too soon.”“I understand. Good night.”“Good night,” she said and headed for the door. I let her go, remaining seated. I would see her again. We had Civics on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, all late afternoon, end of day classes. I had only been at university a week and already life was complicated.I had a couple of lectures on the Monday, then a break period, a lab and finally a Civics class. Jane was there, in her uniform, but she came and sat next to me. “We should sit next to each other if we are project partners,” she said. I agreed.After class, I drove the pair of us home. At my door, she thanked me, declined my offer to come in, but reached up and gave a me a kiss on the lips. “I have been thinking about you a lot,” she said, “and they were good thoughts.” Then she ran upstairs. I realized I actually didn't know what room she was in, but as I heard her run up two flights of stairs, it was obvious her room was one of the two smaller ones in the attic.What with my reading list, I had homework to do, and resolved to buckle down and do it. My plan was to focus on homework Monday through Thursday nights so as to keep the weekends free, especially if I went home. I had seen Carol in a chemistry lab, but she smiled and that was all. So all week until Thursday evening I stuck to my plan of getting all my assignments done by Thursday if I could.I saw Carol in a lab on Friday and she told me she was going away for the weekend and would be back Sunday evening. Jane and I had a Civics class and then I drove us home.Something was different. Jane didn't say much at all, in class or in the car. I parked outside the house and opened the door for both of us. Outside my door, she looked and asked, “Do you want to come up? I bought some wine.”“I'd love to. Let me put my books and stuff in my room,” I opened the door, put everything on the table, and came out and locked it. We went upstairs. It turned out her room was number 5.It was a bit smaller than mine, and arranged the opposite way, as my room was number 2. Some of the ceiling area was sloping down a bit inside the roof, which made it look kind of romantic. The room was so tidy. She went into the bathroom and closed the door, then came out a few minutes later, changed out of her baggy uniform into the skirt and blouse of the other night.She got out the wine and poured two glasses. I sat on the sofa, and she brought the glasses over and sat down next to me. We clinked the glasses and said “Cheers,” and each reached out and put the glasses on the small side-tables each end of the two-seat sofa.Jane reached out for my hand. She held it and looked into my eyes. I smiled but otherwise sat still. This had to go at her pace, whatever 'this' was.“When I returned your clothes, you said I looked attractive. Did you mean that?”“I will never pay you a compliment I don't mean. Ever.”“What makes someone attractive?”“I dunno, maybe it's just when everything matches; the way they dress, look, and act all matching naturally. Nothing artificial. Your long blonde hair suits you. Reminds me of some of the folk singers that Mum was into, way back when.”She was sitting to my right, shoulder to shoulder of course, on the sofa. She twisted to her right then laid back and turned toward me, and suddenly she was across me, her chest facing mine, on the sofa.“Would you like to kiss me?”I smiled broadly. “Is the Pope Catholic?” I asked. She looked quizzical and then got it, and I pulled her towards me and kissed her. We met open-mouthed and our tongues remade their acquaintance. The kiss lasted a long time. It was controlled, not hungry like before. It was loving and reciprocal. It was very nice.“I have been dreaming up this plan all week, and really hoping it would come true…”“So what is it?”“That we spend some time now, kissing and touching, but not getting undressed. Just kissing. And finishing the glass of wine. Then we go down to the kitchen. I have bought some meat-filled fresh ravioli and we cook that with a sauce and make a salad, and after we have eaten it, you, very slowly and very gently, seduce me. Except, is it seduction if I want it to happen?”“And, in this plan, do I stay the night?”“Would you like to?”“Is the Pope Catholic?”She laughed. For the first time, I saw how white and perfect her teeth were. How blue and pretty her eyes were. How naturally blonde her eyebrows and hair were. How she was just naturally gorgeous.“Are you applying for the position of my girlfriend?”“That depends.”“On…?”“On you and your Mum.”“Why my Mum?”“Will she share you with me? And also, will you share her with me. I have decided I want to understand sex and love, and learn not to be afraid of either. I need to find out exactly what aspects of sex I can learn to like. Am I hetero or am I lesbian?My previous experience put me off boys, but now I realize it put me off all sex. Maybe I would prefer girls? It even put me off liking my own body. I need a mentor in sex! Would you believe I am 22 and I have never even masturbated. Ever.”Before she said any more, and made herself sad, I kissed her. And she kissed me back. After a lot of kissing and cuddling, she said “We'd better cook that pasta or else we will be making love on empty stomachs.”She got the food out of a cupboard, and I picked up the half-drunk glasses, and we went down to the kitchen. I washed and prepared the salad while she did the ravioli. We smiled at each other, a lot. Her smile was becoming stronger, somehow. More confident. She even gave me a couple of quick kisses as we worked. It was really quite intimate.She carried the food up on a tray that was in the kitchen, while I cleared the garbage, packed up what we hadn't used and picked up the two glasses. In her room, she put the food down and got out the cutlery while I refilled the glasses. We toasted “To a lovely evening” and she smiled.After supper, we cleared away, and she put on some music. I took her into my arms and we danced, slowly. I'm quite tall, and she was only a few inches shorter than I, quite tall for a girl. If I didn't bend my head down, she had to be on tip-toes to kiss me, but I wanted her kisses and so I bent my face towards hers. As we danced I could feel a certain part of my anatomy rising to the occasion. She felt it too.“You want to make love to me, don't you?”“Yes, but slowly, gently and patiently.”“Unless I get too horny,” she said with a laugh.I broke the dance hold and stepped back a pace. Looking her right in the eyes, I started to unbutton her blouse. I pulled it up out of her skirt and took it off her. She was wearing quite a sexy bra, sort of half-cup, and I could just see the tops of her areolas.She responded by unfastening my shirt and removing it. We embraced and danced, her bra against my naked chest, her bare arms around my bare back. After a little while I undid her bra at the back and eased back enough to remove it, then embraced her in tight, so I could feel her nipples against me.She felt like she really had a nice figure. Her breasts, even though I was pressing against them, were clearly quite firm, and her nipples were hardening as they moved against my chest. Her skin was so smooth. Our mouths were kissing up a storm.Her skirt had a belt, and I undid it. I found a zipper on her right hip, and slid it down. I eased away from her, and gave the skirt a tug and it fell to the floor. The dancing to this point had lasted the whole CD and the room went quiet, but we continued to embrace and sway to the sounds of our imaginations.I put my left arm around her shoulders and scooped my right arm behind her knees and lifted her up, and walked slowly to the bed. I put my left knee on the bed and lowered her gently into the middle. It was only a regular double bed, but she looked cute laying on a dark burgundy-colored duvet.All she was wearing was a pair of white cotton panties trimmed with a pink embroidered ribbon. She lay with her head on the crook of my left arm and smiled at me. I bent down and kissed her.“Are you sure you want me to go further. It is okay to say stop at any time. I want to be sure you want what you said you want. If you want to go further, kiss me.”She reached her left arm up around my neck and pulled me to her. We kissed. As we kissed, my right hand slid gently from her hip to her left breast, and I squeezed it gently. I heard a gentle “MMM” as I did, and we were still kissing.As we broke the kiss, I lowered my head to her left breast and sucked the nipple into my mouth. I bit on it gently to trap it, and licked it in my mouth, teasing it with my tongue. As I played with her nipple, my right hand went down her body, found the top edge of her panties, and then found the junction of her thighs. The panties were already starting to feel a little moist.Then I heard her call my name. “Mark?” Just that, the 'Mark' sounding like a question. I took my mouth off her breast and said “Yes, Jane?” and she said “I want us naked, please?”I rolled off her and stood up, and unfastened my jeans and dropped them, kicking them off. I had shed my shoes long ago. So there I was in white briefs and white socks. I grabbed hold of the head board of the bed to be able to stand and remove my socks. Wearing just briefs - already straining from the inside - I looked and asked “Are you sure?”She smiled, stuck out her tongue, and then said “Is the Pope Catholic?”We both laughed, and my briefs were gone before the laughing stopped.“Oh my,” she said. “The last naked penis I saw was in the British Museum. In marble, it may have been harder than yours but nowhere near as big! Did I cause that?”“Well, it certainly wasn't the Pope!”She laughed. “Lay down next to me, let me look at it.” I was encouraged by the confidence she was acquiring, telling me what she wanted.I lay down and she sat up and looked at me. Tentatively, she reached out and touched it, then ran her finger tips all over it, and then gently squeezed my balls. Then, with a cheeky grin on her face, she said “I guess you and the Pope would both like me to take these panties off?”Before I could say anything, she lay on her back, stuck her legs up and towards her shoulders, and the panties were sliding along her legs. When they were free of her, she flung them across the room with a big smile on her face.She turned to face me, laying on her right side, and said. “When my cousin raped me, he wasn't naked and neither was I. He just got himself exposed, pulled my jeans and panties to my ankles, pulled my knees apart and thrust in to me. The whole thing was less than 5 minutes. I remember thinking, 'Is this all sex is? 5 minutes of pain and embarrassment?'Looking at you now, I see how beautiful a naked body can be. I began to realize that this summer when I went to London and visited the British Museum, and others, and saw where artists had made the naked body beautiful - male and female. That was when I decided I had to find someone I trusted to teach me how to find naked males and females who were actually breathing beautiful. Not marble, but flesh.” She lay back.I propped myself up on my left elbow and looked at her. Her breasts still showed even laying on her back, her hips were quite prominent and her body, while not boney, had no surplus fat on it. Her bush was not large, but was not trimmed.“Before we go any further, I need some answers to personal questions,” I said.“Okay, only fair, I asked you some.”“These are different. Do I need to take precautions, like condoms? Because if I do, I haven't got any and so we have to stop now, until I get some.”“After I was raped, the next day I went to see my doctor. She gave me the morning after pill, and she checked out my vagina, because I was sore. She said the pain was temporary, because the sex was non-consensual, but there was no permanent injury. Then she put me on the pill so I would be protected in future, be it from my family against my will, or from anyone else when I wanted them to make love to me. I still take them, religiously, even if the Pope doesn't approve! ”She grinned and I laughed. The Pope was getting as much out of our love-making so far as either of us.She said “I want to feel the natural you inside me, I trust you to be clean.” I assured her that I was clean, hygienically and infection-wise.“Are you Catholic?” I asked.“No, Anglican.”“Were you serious when you said that if you were my girlfriend you would want to make love to my mother too?”“Yes, for more than one reason. I assume I am heterosexual, because most people are. But not all. I had a friend at community college, where I was before coming here, who is lesbian. She kept trying to tempt me, but I was, then, just too terrified of anything connected with sex. So, maybe I am lesbian. I don't know.Maybe I could enjoy men and women. That's always a possibility. One of my girl cousins is married, but she and my friend from college have sex together often. Only I know about it.And finally, if you and I become a couple - for however long - your relationships with your Mum and Julie are part of you, and should be part of us.”“I see. You realize that if I do not leave right now, by sometime during the night you will not be a virgin.”She looked up at her alarm clock. It said 9:15 p.m. “Personally, I hope I surrender my virginity before midnight, so we can have a good night's sleep in each other's arms.”“So I am on a deadline, am I?”“No, a live-line! I hope we both live long enough to make love many times, not just once.”For someone who had been hiding her sexuality for several years, she was really becoming a person with a lively and sensuous personality, and gaining in self-confidence literally by the minute.That did it. I felt fully justified in making love to Jane. She had told me she was on the pill. She had told me that, notwithstanding the pill, she didn't want a condom. She wanted me here and now. In her bed, tonight.“You realize that if we make love in this bed tonight, every time you sleep in it in the future, this will be the bed we slept in, even if we break up. The bed where you lost your virginity. We could go to my bed if that concerns you.”“I hope that many times in the future when I sleep in this bed, you will be doing so too. And if I learn what I hope to learn from you, then if we do break up, I hope I will feel up to finding a replacement! So there!”To be continued…By barry240646 for Literotica

Deep Space Nine's handling of religion is unique in Star Trek. While other Trek treats faith with skepticism and suspicion, DS9 depicts a variety of religious characters who explore faith in their own ways.  Our guest: Anthony Oliveira is a National Magazine award and GLAAD award-winning author (his comics "My Drag Brunch with Loki" and “X:Men Early Thaw” are queer Marvels). His graphic novel, Apocrypha, about queer teens versus the Christian apocalypse, has been acquired by HarperTeen. His first novel, Dayspring, is forthcoming from Strange Light Press in 2023. He's online @meakoopa, where he tweets about the arts, politics, and LGBT culture, or on his podcast, The Devil's Party, as he reads through the classics of Christian literature (including Milton's poetry and the Gospels) through a queer scholarly lens. https://anthonyoliveira.com

Why does the Catholic church have a pope? On this episode of Catholic in America, we discuss the importance of the Papacy. Key points include: • Common misconceptions about the pope • The biblical argument for the role of the pope • How the papacy strengthens our relationship with Christ

***Only a week left to grab tickets for 4/29 LIVE comedy event in Lockport, IL*** Comedian Tracy DeGraaf will be performing along with Well Versed Comedy to benefit Royal Family Kids Camp at the Historic Roxy Theatre in downtown Lockport, IL on Friday, April 29, 2022 at 8 p.m. Tickets are now on sale by clicking here. Now, back to The Life Happens Laugh Anyway Podcast show notes: Is being funny attractive? Is the Pope Catholic? Is there celery salt on a Chicago-style hot dog? Is Chocolate good for you? Ummmmmmm.....YES! Everyone loves to laugh and if you're the source of that LOL, you're fun and funny and that is attractive. Here's a link to an article we used while researching this topic: https://hellogiggles.com/love-sex/dating/6-reasons-someone-being-funny-is-seriously-more-important-than-them-being-hot/ ***PLEASE NOTE:*** If you are receiving these show notes via email, scroll down to the bottom and hit play to hear the audio of this podcast episode. ;0) Tracy and Cathrine P.S. The goal of the Life Happens Laugh Anyway podcast is to present our audience with a relevant topic weekly in an entertaining way followed by some spiritual encouragement. #lifehappenslaughanyway #tracydegraaf ***MORE ABOUT TRACY DEGRAAF COMEDY*** Tracy DeGraaf is a U.S.A. national touring comedian based in the Chicago area working primarily with churches and hospitals on outreach events. She is a Christian and a breast cancer survivor, so she combines two of her passions: Jesus and Mammograms into her comedy ministry. She loves Jesus, but doesn't want women to meet Him just yet. At her church shows she points the audience to Jesus at the end and at her hospital shows she encourages all to get and stay current on cancer screenings. For more information go to TracyDeGraaf.com. Check out Tracy's social media. Facebook Youtube Instagram

The classic rhetorical question “Is the Pope Catholic?” has been turned on its head under the pontificate of Francis. Now Catholics are seriously asking, “Is the pope a heretic?” And what does it mean if he is?Support the show (https://www.crisismagazine.com/support)

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Is the Pope Catholic? That’s a snappy, sarcastic reply when someone is asking if something is for real or the truth. With this Pope, Pope Francis, I would even go as far as to ask — is the Pope a Christian? Today, I’m borrowing from a recent newsletter by Mike Gendron of Proclaiming the Gospel. I asked permission to republish this and read it in my podcast because the truth has to get out….. Keep reading in my blog where there are links to dig deeper and watch the special music video at the bottom…. Jesus said, “Anyone with ears to hear must listen to the Spirit and understand what he is saying to the churches.” ~ ‭‭Revelation‬ ‭3:22‬ ‭NLT‬‬ - This phrase is repeated 14 times in scripture. Kind of gives the idea that God wants us to pay attention. If you want to reap all the benefits of salvation including the 1-way, non-stop ticket to Heaven then… Believe. Repent. Be Baptized. Receive the Holy Spirit. Pray this prayer humbly and wholeheartedly… “Dear Lord Jesus, I know I am a sinner. I believe You died for my sins. Please forgive me. Right now, I turn from my sins and open the door of my heart and my life to you. I confess You as my personal Lord and Savior. I surrender my whole life to you and I will follow you for the rest of my life. Thank You, Jesus, for saving me. In Jesus' name, Amen.” Jesus is coming back soon! Are you ready? Soli Deo Gloria — To God Alone Be the Glory! This is a daily podcast, published each evening. Hit the subscribe button so you don’t miss out! And please share this with your friends. --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/seek-the-truth/message

Today on Stand Up For The Truth, Host David Fiorazo speaks with Mike Gendron about the doctrines, traditions, and false gospel of the Roman Catholic Church, the Pope’s worldview, the sufficiency of the sacrifice of Jesus Christ, and the authority of Scripture. Daily podcast, relevant articles on issues pertaining to Christians and more can be found on Stand Up For The Truth.

Finally, after 3 years of fans clamoring, tweeting, and petitioning for it, Zack Snyder’s original version of Justice League has arrived. The question is: Is it good? Is the Pope Catholic?

Liberal journos are shocked to discover that the Pope believes in Catholicism, Cardi B jiggles at the Grammys, and the Washington Post corrects a major lie about President Trump and the 2020 election. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Liberal journos are shocked to discover that the Pope believes in Catholicism, Cardi B jiggles at the Grammys, and the Washington Post corrects a major lie about President Trump and the 2020 election.

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With just 8 days until the US Presidential Election, host Woody Cumbie, observes the tides, wonders about the Pope, laughs at Thanksgiving in California and reports the President's latest constituency.

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Today's Topics: 1) Is the Catholic Church the One True Faith? 2, 3, 4) What have Popes said before & now?

Father Jenkins and Tom Naegele discuss various scenarios that might raise the question of when it's ok to lie. This leads to whether truth can become an idol and a new book on Francis, "The Dictator Pope." Father also discusses sedevacantism and its opponents in light of all this. Please visit wcbohio.com for more content.

On Monday, Pope Francis called on people to remember the importance of the family. Pope said "family founded on marriage between a man and a woman assumes an essential importance.” So KTSA host Trey Ware asks listeners what's the difference between the Pope/Catholic church stance and Chick Fil A's? Hey SA Council - is the Catholic church a symbol of hate?

Liz and Christian talk to Michael Hennessy, known as Pope Michael to his followers. Mr Hennessy believes he's the rightful Pope and true leader of the Catholic Church. Liz and Christian couldn't care less.

Encore release October 12, 2018. Encore release July 5, 2017. Seriously, IS the Pope Catholic? We look at several eyebrow-raising comments about atheists, homosexuals and women made by still-new-at-the job Pope Francis. Does he really intend to steer the church in a fresh direction, or is he just employing soothing rhetoric? After all, he's only excommunicated ONE person since he came into power: an Australian priest who advocates ordaining women (gasp) into the priesthood. Plus: Is "sexual jihad" a real thing? Or is it just an urban legend? And...listener feedback!

Ken talks with Monsignor Charles Pope “Catholic and Curious: Your Questions Answered” (Our Sunday Visitor). The book is available at: https://www.osvcatholicbookstore.com/product/catholic-and-curious-your-questions-answered Visit Monsignor’s website: http://msgrpope.com

Is the Pope Catholic? Today's topics include: a re-tweet of Bill Donohue's statement (of The Catholic League) on Twitter stirred up a lot of comments...; next, John Davidson (Senior Colunmist at The Federalist) continues the discussion on the Catholic Church abuse allegations and feels younger church goers want the religion to go back to the 'older days of worship'; also, we'll get into a ridiculous statement Kareem Abdul-Jabbar made; then finally, Jon Scruggs (Senior Counsel Attorney, Director of the Center for Conscience Initiatives) discusses a case out of Colorado where a cake shop owner - Jack Phillips - is being sued AGAIN. This time over not wanting to make a transgender themed cake.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

The latest Remnant invites New York Times columnist Ross Douthat, author of the newly-released To Change the Church: Pope Francis and the Future of Catholicism, to discuss Pope Francis and state of the Catholic Church. Show Notes: Official book page for To Change the Church: Pope Francis and the Future of Catholicism by Ross Douthat. Ross Douthat’s essay-length … Continue reading Episode 31: Is the Pope Catholic?→ See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

On today's edition of TruNews, host Rick Wiles is joined by Doc Burkhart as they discuss Pope Francis' recent remarks on hell. As this pope proceeds to tear at the fabric of traditional Roman Church doctrine, the team look at the evidence that this particular pontiff may not be Catholic at all, but a Communist plant.

On today's edition of TruNews, host Rick Wiles is joined by Doc Burkhart as they discuss Pope Francis' recent remarks on hell. As this pope proceeds to tear at the fabric of traditional Roman Church doctrine, the team look at the evidence that this particular pontiff may not be Catholic at all, but a Communist plant.

The head of the Roman Catholic Church has been accused of aiding the spread of heresy. A petition criticising the ambiguity of Pope Francis' statements on the treatment of people who have divorced and remarried is the latest twist in a fierce debate which is dividing Roman Catholics. The argument centres on whether divorcees on their second marriages should be able to receive Holy Communion, a ceremony that is central to the Christian faith. However, the dispute goes much deeper than that. At its heart, it is an argument over what it means to be a Roman Catholic and what the role of the Pope, and the Church, should be. Presenter: Ruth Alexander Producer: James Fletcher and Helen Grady (Photo: Pope Francis waves to thousands of followers in Manila, Philippines. Credit: Lisa Maree Williams/Getty Images)

Why Trump is right and the NFL is wrong. Also Michael Knowles answers the question Is the Pope Catholic? And more. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Why Trump is right and the NFL is wrong. Also Michael Knowles answers the question Is the Pope Catholic? And more.

Has Pope Francis changed role of the papacy to be more political than religious? Does this hurt devout Catholics? According to today's guest, George Neumayr, the answer is a worrisome Yes. And, as a Catholic who loves the church, he wrote his new book, The Political Pope: How Pope Francis Is Delighting the Liberal Left and Abandoning Conservatives, to awaken the church to the danger. This book is the untold story of the left's efforts to politicize the Vatican and the battle to stop it-before the Catholic Church as we know it is destroyed. Pope Francis is the first pope to approve of adultery, flirt with proposals to bless gay marriages and cohabitation, tell atheists not to convert, tell Catholics to not breed 'like rabbits', and more. He even praises the Koran and encourages immigration, which is ironic since terrorists envision him as their prize target. Whatever your religious preference, you'll find this episode controversial and intriguing, if not extremely worrisome.

News about the movement toward a one-world religion.

News about the movement toward a one-world religion.

On this month's Francis Watch, Father Anthony Cekada and Bishop Donald Sanborn cover the following topics: * Newsweek's asking, "Is the Pope Catholic?" * Francis' shoe-distracting answer * The cabal behind Francis' "election" * The moto proprios smoothing the way for "Catholic divorce" * The conservative pushback * Rumors of schism * Francis' American visit * Praising Single Mothers * Making sure everyone sees you buy glasses And more! As always we try desperately to keep up with the always prolific Francis, who sets fires everywhere he goes. Show Sponsor: Novus Ordo Watch http://novusordowatch.org/ Original Air Date: October 5, 2015 Show Run Time: 1 hour 57 minutes Show Guest(s): Bishop Donald Sanborn, Father Anthony Cekada Show Host(s): Stephen Heiner Francis Watch℗ is a Production of Member Supported Restoration Radio. Copyright 2015. All Rights are Reserved.

 Sam Clovis is running for US Senate.   Issues...spirited conversation.   Then,  the bully seminar movement is expanding...so is bullying.   The science observes that bullying increases after schools run the programs.   Then,  "Is the Pope Catholic?"  Talking about some confusing papal statements.

In this fortnight's episode, a school board in Jackson, Ohio decides that there's nothing explicitly Christian about Christ, Eli Bosnick will join us to try to f*ck up the rhetorical meaning of the phrase "Is the Pope Catholic?" and Noah will try to figure out what all the little knobs on the new mixer do.

Does a Droid suck down batteries?  Do regional agreements blow?  Why is the government have it in for gay marriage?   Is Sony trying to pull off a plot from Superman 3?  What console just celebrated it's 25th anniversary?  Does Jim have the worst taste in movies?  Is Peter ever going to cast again?  Explore the mysteries of life with your hosts on this week's episode!

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SummaryPope Francis is the current Roman Pontiff. He has been one of the most controversial Popes to hold that office over the past few centuries. His writings have caused confusion, even among the Cardinals in the Roman Catholic Church. Further, he contradicts the clear teaching of Scripture by promoting a "follow your conscience" Gospel message.ResourcesAmoris Laetitia2 Catholics Discuss Amoris LaetitiaEvangeli Gaudium (See Paragraph 254)Bishop Robert Barron Bio (Word on Fire Ministries)Ben Shapiro interviews Bishop BarronRome Reports video: Pope comforts boy whose dad was an atheistMy Friend's Podcast“Andrew's Daily Five” - Music countdowns. A great way to discover music, both new and old!MusicMusic by MichaelKobrin from Pixabay (Intro/Outro)Music by JuliusH from Pixabay  (Sponsor/Commercial)EmailBearChristianity@gmail.com