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Wow-ee! DJ Ash back again after a bit of a break! Things sure are getting spooky here in New Garrus! But none of that matters because it is Prom Night! The Evening we've all been waiting for! Just who will be crowned Prom Queen?! Or at this rate, will there even be anyone left to accept it? Well luckily for me, I'm going to be spinning my decks down in New Garrus High, so I'll get front row seats to all the action! Don't get too jealous now!Time to sit back and tune in, to our Finale!! Hit it!________________________Welcome to Whispering Ashes: Panic at Prom Night, a TTRPG Actual Play using the Slasher Flick System! Whispering Ashes is the Hearthfire Tales Halloween Special, where Ryan takes the GM seat and terrorizes us all, and this time, we have a very special guest! We are joined by our good friend @ipqgaming / @IrishPandaQueen ! You can find Ails and all of her stuff here - https://campsite.to/irishpandaqueen ________________________Want extra content including behind the scenes episodes, full soundtracks, and practice sessions? Or early access to episodes, blog posts about all things Hearthfire, and other random bits of content? Well then check out our Patreon, where you can get all that and more! https://www.patreon.com/HearthfiretalesFollow us on social media here: https://linktr.ee/hearthfiretalesWant more TTRPG Content from us? Check out our Audio only campaign here - https://open.spotify.com/show/0bh7ITrqTxXzXKN9PKqQt4or our 3 Part Victoriana Special which we did in collaboration with Cubicle 7: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V5wC_84ME9c&list=PLMrDg1kUA9sv6ouB6GnoLzU31sNw7h2db&pp=gAQB0gcJCaIEOCosWNin

Future Farmer's Wife. Summer loving, working on the farm. Based on a post by Farmer jill. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. When I was a young girl, every summer was an adventure. The farms around Stearns County, where I lived; would need extra help to cut, bail; and store up the hay for the long snowy winter. Everyone did small square bales back then, and that meant manual labor. The thing was that although the job paid great, it was not a regular job. The hours were always subject to change, with the weather, break downs, or hay production. You had little notice when you were needed, and then it was only for a few days. Farm kids also had to work on our own family farms; so you had to work it around that. Yet since every farmer needed the extra help it was like all the kids were a labor pool to be exploited. I liked working the hay harvests, because it allowed me to have spending money. Sure I was "paid" working for my dad but farming is a long term paying type of job. I didn't get actually paid for my labor but in the winter I would get money to go to the movies and the like. It was the summer of 81. I just turned 18 and the hay season started. The first job I heard about was at the Wilson Dairy Farm. I had worked for the Wilson's before. I showed up at 7am, on the appointed day, and there were four other people. The Wilson's only really need four laborers but you never knew what kind of quality you would get so the first day most farmers would have extras. Then at lunch they would get rid of the lazy, slow or stupid. In addition to myself, there were the Hanson brothers, Bill and Ted. I had worked with them before. They worked hard and usually worked the conveyor. In case you don't know; the conveyor is what gets the bales from the wagon up into the hay loft. It was a tricky job. You couldn't overload it, because it would jam. You also couldn't go to fast because the people unloading would get overwhelmed. There was also a guy I didn't know. He must have been new in our area. I was pretty sure he wouldn't make the cut. His hands had no calluses on them, dead give away. The last person in the group was none other than Cooper Banks, my high school crush. We were both the youngest in our families, and the only kids still living at home. We were both in the high school FFA club, Future Farmers of America, But he quit the club when he became a starter on the wrestling team. He was a year older than me and had just graduated. I'm sure that he didn't even know I existed before today. He was pretty popular at school and never lacked for female attention. Cooper was born on a farm on a different bus route from me, so I never had a chance to be noticed by him. Yet here he was, in the flesh. The Hay Harvest Operation. The way haying worked most times is; you went out with a wagon and while the farmer drove, you loaded the wagon. One person on the wagon, and a couple passing bales up. Other times the bales were formed, tied, and delivered to the wagon and then you stacked them on the wagon. In this case it was both types. Mr. Wilson was baling onto one wagon while the new guy stacked. Meanwhile us four took turns driving and loading/stacking another wagon. Once we had some wagons loaded, people would then work on loading the hay into the barn, hayloft, through an upper door under the gable; while others collected more hay. The farmers kept big coolers of cold water on hand, to hydrate the workers, and we often poured water over our sweaty bodies, to get relief from the humid air. Halfway through the day, our clothes were soaked. At lunch time, as I suspected, the new guy was let go. Blisters developed on his hands, because he didn't bring work gloves; so he was done. This left Bill loading the conveyor, and Cooper and I stacking the hay now in the barn's upper loft. Ted continued stacking bales on the wagon that Mr. Wilson was towing behind his bailor. It's hard work, but you are so busy, that it goes fast. Soon enough, the day was over and Mr. Wilson paid us. Then he asked us to be back tomorrow. That's another good thing, cash at the end of the day. We all said we would be back tomorrow, and went to leave. I ended up walking beside Cooper, and I was desperate to think of something to say to him. He was wearing a Van Halen concert t-shirt, so I asked him about it, "Cooper, that's a nice shirt. Did you like the concert?" "Oh yeah, those guys were great, I'd go see them again. You have a pretty nice shirt on, too." Now I was wearing the usual kind of t-shirt for this work. Mine was Long sleeves to protect my arms and it was well-worn. It was sorta too small for me, because it was pretty tight across the chest. I was pretty proud of my boobs that had kept developing over the past year. My tits were high on my chest, and especially firm, and jiggled a lot. I'm sure Cooper liked what was inside my shirt.  Last winter, my past boyfriend said my tits were the perfect size, just more than a hand full. This is before the days of sports bras, so I had on a plain white cotton bra that I am sure was transparent at this point, from all the sweat. Did I mention that haying was hot sweaty work? It is. My shirt had a John Deere green tractor on it, and said, "Born to Farm." I usually have to wear a large, if I want room for my tits. But a medium was all I had, that morning when I went to work. Cooper would probably fit the shirt just fine. I'm not sure what made me do it, but I blurted out before thinking, "If you like it, Cooper; I would swap it for yours." Cooper looked at me to see if I was serious, "Sure, I will wash it and bring it for you tomorrow." The look on his face was priceless when I replied, "We can swap now." And with that, I pulled my shirt over my head. The look on Cooper's face was priceless. First there was shock, and then, as he took in my transparent wet cotton bra and prominent nipples, his looked turned to lust. Ted and Bill noticed as they were opening their F150 truck doors. Their tongues were hanging out of their open mouths. Not to be outdone, Cooper quickly peeled off his t-shirt. We were almost at his El Camino, and my bike at this point. As I put on his shirt, I could smell the distinct combination of Cooper, hay, and sweat. At this point Bill and Ted lost interest and had left. The manly smell of the shirt must have been really intoxicating, because it made me really bold, "Hey Cooper; maybe we could trade something else." He was holding my shirt in his hand, and his bare rippled chest was making it hard for me to breathe. "Sure Jill, what else did you have in mind?" "If you give me and my bike a lift home, we could trade washing one another's back, in the shower." Once again, the look on his face was priceless. It went from shock to desire. I noticed a bulge form in his pants. He noticed that I noticed. "Sure Jill, let's go." He put my bike in the back of the stylish truck. It was only 2 miles on the county road, to my parents' farm, and his stereo was instantly playing the latest Van Halen album, so we didn't talk, besides me giving him directions. I was really nervous, because I had never done anything like this before. I knew my mom was in town at her part-time job. My dad was setting fence posts til sundown on the back end of the farm. Now this is not to say I was an innocent virgin. I had found my three older brother's stash of porn magazines when I was fourteen. I had also heard and seen them in action, when they thought they were alone with girls. By 18, I figured I had a pretty good working knowledge of the 'birds and the bees.' My mom also knew what was going to happen as I matured, so I was on the pill. Since my hips and tits had filled out, I'd had a few boyfriends. And yes; I fucked two of them. I'm sure Cooper was more experienced, but let's just say, I knew what I was getting into. When we arrived, I led him into our split-level new house, and up to my bathroom. I was so nervous at this point, I didn't know what to do next. Cooper took over, he knew what to do. He kissed me. He was a good kisser and soon we were tongue-wrestling, while Cooper started to feel my tits. His lips felt great and his hands on my tits even better. I helped him get my clothes off and he undid my bra. Then he said something that made my pussy drool.     "Jill Johnson, I'm going to lick the sweat off your luscious tits." He picked me up and sat me on the counter, and went to licking. I leaned back into the big mirror and ran my fingers through his wavy golden hair. I'm not sure why I liked that so much, but I did. He began to kiss and lick my tits. Cooper was very systematic, and I'm sure he got every drop of sweat! He also had me really worked up. I didn't know if I could orgasm from someone just playing with my tits, but I seemed close. When he nipped one of my nipples with his teeth, I moaned loudly. He continued to pleasure my tits with his mouth while his hands worked on opening my pants. He pulled me down from the counter and slipped my sweaty jeans down. My panties went with them and his fingers found my soaking wet center. It felt so good, and I was so caught up in the moment. I didn't realize I was naked and he was still dressed. I had to get to his cock! As he worked his magic fingers in my vagina, and on my clit; I got his shirt off. He was circling my engorged clit as I got his pants off. My hand reached into his sweaty underwear and felt his cock. As I started to stroke it, I noticed it wasn't very big. I didn't have that much experience, but when I pulled it out of his underwear I noticed it was the smallest boner I had ever seen. It wasn't tiny or anything like that. but the other two cocks that fucked me, were bigger. It didn't take me very long, stroking it, maybe a minute; before he was shooting cum all over my leg. It didn't surprise me, that he had a hair trigger, so did the other guys I had been with. I think it's a young man's issue to become aware of, and make adjustments for. I didn't have much time to dwell on it, however; as he turned me facing the other way, and wrapped both his arms around me. We stood before the big mirror, one of his hands was on my cunt, and the other on my nipples, while he kissed my neck and let his semi flaccid cock dangle between my asscheeks. With my horny body wrapped in his arms from behind we watched ourselves while we felt each other. It was so erotic! He redoubled his efforts on my clit and I climaxed on his hand. I gushed a bit, and it ran down my naked legs. I turned on the shower as we took off our socks, and got in the big shower. Cooper answered the question in my head about his recovery time, before I could even reach the soap. His cock was hard again, pressing against me. I turned to observe his slender phallus with excitement. My next question was about how long he would last this time, and boy did he have the right answer! Cooper reached both his hands around my ass cheeks and picked me up My legs naturally came up and locked behind him as his upward-pointing cock smoothly entered my hot hungry cunt. He might not have been that big, but he knew all the right angles, as he plowed me against the wall. It seemed to go on gloriously, forever; until my eyes rolled back in my head and my pussy exploded. Cooper followed me soon; going over the top and blasted three shots of cum, high up in my hungry cunt. My arms were tightly wrapped around his neck and shoulders. Both of us breathing heavy, for a while. Then he slowly released and lowered me. We kissed with intense passion and aggressive tongues. Then we stared into each other's eyes. Then we giggled and he asked, "Are we supposed to be working out a trade?" "Oh, that!" I said, and I grabbed a big sponge and soaped it up. We then actually began to wash one another. This led to more stroking, rubbing, fondling, kissing, sucking and yup; we ran out of hot water. We started laughing at the situation as we got out and dried off. I lent Cooper a clean shirt and basketball shorts from my older brother's closet; so he didn't have to put his sweaty work clothes back on. He would bring them back tomorrow, when he picked me up to go back to Wilson's Dairy. The next morning I was ready at 6:45, and jumped in Cooper's truck as soon as he stopped in our driveway. We each leaned over and kissed, like we had done this a thousand times. Soon enough we were back at the hay harvest, and the day evaporated. My mom was going to be home so after work I had Cooper drive me  down a township road, to a spot nearby, that I knew would afford us some privacy. When we were secluded in the treeline, I told him to stop and he grinned. Soon we were making out. Cooper came around to my door and opened it. Then he slid my legs out the door and slipped off my sweaty jeans and panties. We didn't have much time, so he raised my naked legs over his shoulders and dropped his pants and briefs. Then he leaned over my submissive body and began pumping me faster than a ackrabbit. It felt so good going in, but in only a minute or two, I felt him ejaculate. I was disappointed but only for a few seconds. Cooper never pulled out. He just took a few breaths and kept going. His cock stayed hard! Once again, he worked my pussy with his cock, making sure I came before he did. His hands went up my shirt and he began pinching both nipples. That got me off very effectively. We put our pants back on and left. Cooper then dropped me off with a promise to see me tomorrow. It would be our last day at Wilson's Dairy, and I didn't want to even think about what would happen after that. I was hoping for a lot of things, but I didn't want to screw it up; so I said nothing. The next day, Cooper picked me up and gave me a kiss. It was particularly hot that late June day, and we were a really hot sweaty mess by lunch. After lunch Mr. Wilson told us that once he dropped off the last wagon, he had to go; but his wife would pay us once we finished putting the hay away. The day ended with Bill and Ted working the conveyor and Cooper and I stacking the hay in the loft. When the last bale came off the conveyor they turned off the motor and called out they were heading out. We heard Mrs. Wilson tanking them, then their loud pickup rumbled out to the county road. There was sweat pouring off of us, and we were covered in dust and hay bits. We stacked the last bales, and then I looked at Cooper, "I must be quite a sight, today." "You look great to me!" Then he added with a grin; "Ever fucked in the loft?" I remembered my voyeur delights, watching my brothers fuck the Carlson sisters, in our own hayloft, a couple summers ago. It brought a big grin to my face. I didn't even get to answer before his lips met mine. It was a gross flavor of dust and hay, so we took a drink before resuming making out. Now Cooper had a big water jug that he would fill about 1/3 and then put in the freezer overnight. It would keep his water nice a cool all day and he could even refill it at lunch with ice left. After we drank, Cooper tore my clothes off and then grabbed what was left of the ice from his jug. It was a piece about the size of a small fist. As he kissed me he began circling my nipples with it. It was deliciously exciting as the cold sent two kinds of shivers through me body. One shiver was due to temperature and the other due to the sexual stimulation. Just when I thought I couldn't take any more, he slipped it down my stomach, slowly over my clit and into my pussy. I lost my mind! His mouth engulfed my left tit and his left hand caressed my right tit. I came! Damn that Cooper has a way of arousing my horny tits! He then dropped his pants and underwear, bent me over an alfalfa bail, and slammed into me. My mind was in overload, I didn't think I could handle any more stimulation, but Cooper had other ideas. He slipped the last bit of ice into my ass! He told me later I squealed a moan. I didn't know because I was overcome with the most intense orgasm of my young life. Cooper didn't last much longer on the first one, like usual; but I didn't care because when he came, I did again! I put my clothes back on and Cooper pulled up his pants. We then climbed down the ladder, to the lower barn. We exited the barn and went to go see Mrs. Wilson about our pay. She had a smirk on her face when she greeted us at the kitchen door, "I thought you forgot about pay, and left." Cooper did some quick thinking, "A stack was leaning and we restacked it more securely. We just were making sure everything was good before we left. We ah... didn't want to leave a mess and leave a bad impression."     Mrs. Wilson was clearly not buying what Cooper was selling. That's when I noticed that my bra was missing, and my nipples were hard. There was laughter in her eyes as she gave us our pay. Fortunately, we'd left the cooler in the loft, so I ran to get it, and find my wayward bra. We climbed into Cooper's truck for the short ride to my house, and I thought I better say something. I tried not to sound needy, desperate or unsophisticated, "Ah Cooper I was wondering about the rest of the summer?" Cooper gave me a wide grin, "Look, Jill; you and I can have a great summer of fun together if that's what you're asking." "That would be great, Cooper." "But, let's face the facts. You are going to stick around here and be a farmer. Me, I'm going to college in the fall, and I'm not coming back to farm. Farming is nice but I want something different. But, like I said; if you want a summer of fun together with me, then how about you and I go on a date, this coming Friday?" My crush was offering me the summer. Even though he made it very clear to me what kind of relationship he wanted.  I knew I could get him to love me by the end of August. Regardless, I was so happy he wanted to take me on a date, and not just fuck me, "That would be great, Cooper! A summer of fun, or is it going to be a summer of loving?" "Either way, it's going to be great, Jill. There's a big festival in Cold Spring. I told him to stop on the side of the road. I slid over the bench seat at this point, and gave him a kiss. Then I fished his cock out of his pants. Yes, it was covered in sweat, hay and me! But, I didn't care. I slowly took all of it in my mouth. It didn't even reach my throat, at first. no complaints from me. I continued to lick and suck his cock, as it expanded inward. Pressing the back of my throat. I tilted my head and let his extra expansion slide a bit further, til my nose was pressed against his furry pelvis. My only other attempt at blowing a guy, was a complete failure. "Oh, Gawd!" He screamed. "Yes, baby!"  My tongue stroked his cock as though I was trying to swallow him whole. Then he shot his blast deep into my throat. I pulled back just in time to get a second blast in my mouth, followed by a third small pulse. My lips firmly gripped his shaft as my mouth pulled at his cock, stretching it away from his hairy mound. My tongue rubbed his tip, and he screamed; "Too much! Too sensitive!" I released his crown and smiled as I looked up into his happy eyes. As I rose up, my open smile allowed his cum to start drooling out the side of my mouth. I swallowed dramatically, then wiped the drool with my long extended tongue, and swallowed again. Cooper's cock was perfect for learning to deepthroat, and I loved being able to do that successfully, for the first time. I felt powerful and seductive. I knew I could make this man very, very happy.  He had a huge smile on his face as dropped me off. Mom was home, so no inviting him in, but I would see him in 2 days. We had a great summer of fun and loving. We had sex everywhere; his house, my house, his truck, in the pond, in the meadow, you get the idea. We even had sex on the job, in two more haylofts! It was two horny teenagers doing what horny teenagers do best. At the end of the summer, I believed I loved Cooper and he loved me. Cooper very gently reminded me of what it really was. Lust. On what was to be our last date ever Cooper gave me a gift. "Jill, this was an amazing summer I will never forget. I got you this little gift to remind you of our summer of fun." I unwrapped it and it was a framed photograph of Cooper, somehow wearing my John Deere "Born to Farm" t-shirt. It was too tight on his bulging shoulders and his long arms. it looked kind of goofy. It was like a poor imitation of the incredible Hulk. Yet he looked great to me. It seemed like he was looking right into my soul. It made me cry. "Come on, Jill! Lighten up, it's just a picture, I have a better one of you, in my Van Halen t-shirt with no bra, that I'm taking to school." That just made me cry more. Sue me. I was 18; and he was my first crush and my first love, after all. I recall, during my 2nd week of senior year, walking behind a couple junior girls, walking out the school doors, to get on the bus. They were whispering gossip about some guy's small dick. I interjected; "Listen, you two floozies; instead of ridiculing Bobby's hardware, make the most of it. You don't want to learn deepthroating on a fat cock, do you? Bobby may not be everything you need, But he can help you be better able to satisfy the man of your dreams, when he finally arrives." I continued; "Karen, do you want the boys talking about how you stuff your bra? And Cindy, do you want boys talking about how you prefer taking it in the ass?" "You wouldn't dare!" Karen snapped at me. "Hell no!" I retorted. "But Karma will bite you; and it will be unmerciful. So you'd better treat everyone with the respect you want shown to you." The girls stopped and stared at me.  I just walked past them and said; "Hey Bobby!" Bobby was just about to get in the bus. "Save me a seat, will you?" I said so everyone could hear. Rumors are a fact of life, and I did get a reputation for giving the best blow jobs. What the guys didn't admit to, was that only the guys with slender and moderate-size cocks, got my best performances. I wasn't falling for every guy who showed interest in me, but I still made sure we both got something out of the arrangement. I taught guys how to treat a girl right. And I made sure they were rewarded for their attentiveness. I didn't fuck guys a whole lot during my senior year. But I became very, very skilled at deepthroating. My tits and cunt did get a lot of devotion from guys. But I made sure not to lead the guys on. Eventually, girls came to me for advice. They wanted to know if so-and-so was a good date. I tried to be generally positive, yet help girls deal with things I was concerned about, regarding a particular guy I'd known. My philosophy was simple. 'Every cock has value. Some cocks can ream you out, and other cocks can slide in and out with ease. What matters is the guy's attentiveness to you.' Any healthy guy can be satisfying, but you have to be patient and keep improving. Easter came, and I had 14 guys offer to take me to prom. But I decided to invite Ken, my brother's friend. He was a senior in college, majoring in Ag sciences. We got acquainted during Christmas break. I was shocked when they announced the finalists for prom queen. I was speechless when I was declared Prom Queen.  At graduation, after all the diplomas were given out, and the ceremony dismissed, Ken came up the middle aisle where Betty had me distracted. She told me to step out to where Ken was. That's when I noticed all my classmates were watching me. I stepped out and Ken went down to one knee; while the entire gymnasium dropped to a hush. When I noticed my parents and Ken's parents were standing behind Ken. Everything had already been coordinated, and all that was left, was to get my approval. That summer, Ken and I gutted and remodeled the old farm house, next to the new split-level where my folks lived. We had a November wedding and Ken and I became partners with my folks. We also share-cropped, with his folk's land. That spring, I became foreman of the hay harvesting operation.  I went to work training FFA girls on tractors and implement. We had no problem getting harvesting help. A tractor driven by a sexy farm girl, wearing a halter top and denim shorts, will draw a willing workforce. Good bye Cooper. Cooper and I didn't see one another again until after Cooper graduated college. I was married, newly pregnant, and living on our farm with my husband, Ken.  When Cooper was home to say goodbye to his parents, before he went off to Miami, to his new industrial engineering job. When I saw him for just a second; time stood still and my body wanted to drag him off to a hay loft. The second passed and I knew that I loved my husband and would never cheat on him. Cooper and I spoke briefly, because we both were in a hurry to be somewhere else. Then he was gone, and I haven't seen him since. But I'll always fondly remember our summer of loving; and the guy who allowed me to become so skilled at deepthroating. It's a skill that keeps my man happier than you can imagine. Ken is bigger and thicker that Cooper. If I hadn't learned advanced fellatio on Cooper, Ken's life would be less content, and I'd be more worried about hussies seducing him behind my back. Based on a post by Farmer jill, for Literotica.

Future Farmer's Wife. Summer loving, working on the farm. Based on a post by Farmer jill. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. When I was a young girl, every summer was an adventure. The farms around Stearns County, where I lived; would need extra help to cut, bail; and store up the hay for the long snowy winter. Everyone did small square bales back then, and that meant manual labor. The thing was that although the job paid great, it was not a regular job. The hours were always subject to change, with the weather, break downs, or hay production. You had little notice when you were needed, and then it was only for a few days. Farm kids also had to work on our own family farms; so you had to work it around that. Yet since every farmer needed the extra help it was like all the kids were a labor pool to be exploited. I liked working the hay harvests, because it allowed me to have spending money. Sure I was "paid" working for my dad but farming is a long term paying type of job. I didn't get actually paid for my labor but in the winter I would get money to go to the movies and the like. It was the summer of 81. I just turned 18 and the hay season started. The first job I heard about was at the Wilson Dairy Farm. I had worked for the Wilson's before. I showed up at 7am, on the appointed day, and there were four other people. The Wilson's only really need four laborers but you never knew what kind of quality you would get so the first day most farmers would have extras. Then at lunch they would get rid of the lazy, slow or stupid. In addition to myself, there were the Hanson brothers, Bill and Ted. I had worked with them before. They worked hard and usually worked the conveyor. In case you don't know; the conveyor is what gets the bales from the wagon up into the hay loft. It was a tricky job. You couldn't overload it, because it would jam. You also couldn't go to fast because the people unloading would get overwhelmed. There was also a guy I didn't know. He must have been new in our area. I was pretty sure he wouldn't make the cut. His hands had no calluses on them, dead give away. The last person in the group was none other than Cooper Banks, my high school crush. We were both the youngest in our families, and the only kids still living at home. We were both in the high school FFA club, Future Farmers of America, But he quit the club when he became a starter on the wrestling team. He was a year older than me and had just graduated. I'm sure that he didn't even know I existed before today. He was pretty popular at school and never lacked for female attention. Cooper was born on a farm on a different bus route from me, so I never had a chance to be noticed by him. Yet here he was, in the flesh. The Hay Harvest Operation. The way haying worked most times is; you went out with a wagon and while the farmer drove, you loaded the wagon. One person on the wagon, and a couple passing bales up. Other times the bales were formed, tied, and delivered to the wagon and then you stacked them on the wagon. In this case it was both types. Mr. Wilson was baling onto one wagon while the new guy stacked. Meanwhile us four took turns driving and loading/stacking another wagon. Once we had some wagons loaded, people would then work on loading the hay into the barn, hayloft, through an upper door under the gable; while others collected more hay. The farmers kept big coolers of cold water on hand, to hydrate the workers, and we often poured water over our sweaty bodies, to get relief from the humid air. Halfway through the day, our clothes were soaked. At lunch time, as I suspected, the new guy was let go. Blisters developed on his hands, because he didn't bring work gloves; so he was done. This left Bill loading the conveyor, and Cooper and I stacking the hay now in the barn's upper loft. Ted continued stacking bales on the wagon that Mr. Wilson was towing behind his bailor. It's hard work, but you are so busy, that it goes fast. Soon enough, the day was over and Mr. Wilson paid us. Then he asked us to be back tomorrow. That's another good thing, cash at the end of the day. We all said we would be back tomorrow, and went to leave. I ended up walking beside Cooper, and I was desperate to think of something to say to him. He was wearing a Van Halen concert t-shirt, so I asked him about it, "Cooper, that's a nice shirt. Did you like the concert?" "Oh yeah, those guys were great, I'd go see them again. You have a pretty nice shirt on, too." Now I was wearing the usual kind of t-shirt for this work. Mine was Long sleeves to protect my arms and it was well-worn. It was sorta too small for me, because it was pretty tight across the chest. I was pretty proud of my boobs that had kept developing over the past year. My tits were high on my chest, and especially firm, and jiggled a lot. I'm sure Cooper liked what was inside my shirt.  Last winter, my past boyfriend said my tits were the perfect size, just more than a hand full. This is before the days of sports bras, so I had on a plain white cotton bra that I am sure was transparent at this point, from all the sweat. Did I mention that haying was hot sweaty work? It is. My shirt had a John Deere green tractor on it, and said, "Born to Farm." I usually have to wear a large, if I want room for my tits. But a medium was all I had, that morning when I went to work. Cooper would probably fit the shirt just fine. I'm not sure what made me do it, but I blurted out before thinking, "If you like it, Cooper; I would swap it for yours." Cooper looked at me to see if I was serious, "Sure, I will wash it and bring it for you tomorrow." The look on his face was priceless when I replied, "We can swap now." And with that, I pulled my shirt over my head. The look on Cooper's face was priceless. First there was shock, and then, as he took in my transparent wet cotton bra and prominent nipples, his looked turned to lust. Ted and Bill noticed as they were opening their F150 truck doors. Their tongues were hanging out of their open mouths. Not to be outdone, Cooper quickly peeled off his t-shirt. We were almost at his El Camino, and my bike at this point. As I put on his shirt, I could smell the distinct combination of Cooper, hay, and sweat. At this point Bill and Ted lost interest and had left. The manly smell of the shirt must have been really intoxicating, because it made me really bold, "Hey Cooper; maybe we could trade something else." He was holding my shirt in his hand, and his bare rippled chest was making it hard for me to breathe. "Sure Jill, what else did you have in mind?" "If you give me and my bike a lift home, we could trade washing one another's back, in the shower." Once again, the look on his face was priceless. It went from shock to desire. I noticed a bulge form in his pants. He noticed that I noticed. "Sure Jill, let's go." He put my bike in the back of the stylish truck. It was only 2 miles on the county road, to my parents' farm, and his stereo was instantly playing the latest Van Halen album, so we didn't talk, besides me giving him directions. I was really nervous, because I had never done anything like this before. I knew my mom was in town at her part-time job. My dad was setting fence posts til sundown on the back end of the farm. Now this is not to say I was an innocent virgin. I had found my three older brother's stash of porn magazines when I was fourteen. I had also heard and seen them in action, when they thought they were alone with girls. By 18, I figured I had a pretty good working knowledge of the 'birds and the bees.' My mom also knew what was going to happen as I matured, so I was on the pill. Since my hips and tits had filled out, I'd had a few boyfriends. And yes; I fucked two of them. I'm sure Cooper was more experienced, but let's just say, I knew what I was getting into. When we arrived, I led him into our split-level new house, and up to my bathroom. I was so nervous at this point, I didn't know what to do next. Cooper took over, he knew what to do. He kissed me. He was a good kisser and soon we were tongue-wrestling, while Cooper started to feel my tits. His lips felt great and his hands on my tits even better. I helped him get my clothes off and he undid my bra. Then he said something that made my pussy drool.     "Jill Johnson, I'm going to lick the sweat off your luscious tits." He picked me up and sat me on the counter, and went to licking. I leaned back into the big mirror and ran my fingers through his wavy golden hair. I'm not sure why I liked that so much, but I did. He began to kiss and lick my tits. Cooper was very systematic, and I'm sure he got every drop of sweat! He also had me really worked up. I didn't know if I could orgasm from someone just playing with my tits, but I seemed close. When he nipped one of my nipples with his teeth, I moaned loudly. He continued to pleasure my tits with his mouth while his hands worked on opening my pants. He pulled me down from the counter and slipped my sweaty jeans down. My panties went with them and his fingers found my soaking wet center. It felt so good, and I was so caught up in the moment. I didn't realize I was naked and he was still dressed. I had to get to his cock! As he worked his magic fingers in my vagina, and on my clit; I got his shirt off. He was circling my engorged clit as I got his pants off. My hand reached into his sweaty underwear and felt his cock. As I started to stroke it, I noticed it wasn't very big. I didn't have that much experience, but when I pulled it out of his underwear I noticed it was the smallest boner I had ever seen. It wasn't tiny or anything like that. but the other two cocks that fucked me, were bigger. It didn't take me very long, stroking it, maybe a minute; before he was shooting cum all over my leg. It didn't surprise me, that he had a hair trigger, so did the other guys I had been with. I think it's a young man's issue to become aware of, and make adjustments for. I didn't have much time to dwell on it, however; as he turned me facing the other way, and wrapped both his arms around me. We stood before the big mirror, one of his hands was on my cunt, and the other on my nipples, while he kissed my neck and let his semi flaccid cock dangle between my asscheeks. With my horny body wrapped in his arms from behind we watched ourselves while we felt each other. It was so erotic! He redoubled his efforts on my clit and I climaxed on his hand. I gushed a bit, and it ran down my naked legs. I turned on the shower as we took off our socks, and got in the big shower. Cooper answered the question in my head about his recovery time, before I could even reach the soap. His cock was hard again, pressing against me. I turned to observe his slender phallus with excitement. My next question was about how long he would last this time, and boy did he have the right answer! Cooper reached both his hands around my ass cheeks and picked me up My legs naturally came up and locked behind him as his upward-pointing cock smoothly entered my hot hungry cunt. He might not have been that big, but he knew all the right angles, as he plowed me against the wall. It seemed to go on gloriously, forever; until my eyes rolled back in my head and my pussy exploded. Cooper followed me soon; going over the top and blasted three shots of cum, high up in my hungry cunt. My arms were tightly wrapped around his neck and shoulders. Both of us breathing heavy, for a while. Then he slowly released and lowered me. We kissed with intense passion and aggressive tongues. Then we stared into each other's eyes. Then we giggled and he asked, "Are we supposed to be working out a trade?" "Oh, that!" I said, and I grabbed a big sponge and soaped it up. We then actually began to wash one another. This led to more stroking, rubbing, fondling, kissing, sucking and yup; we ran out of hot water. We started laughing at the situation as we got out and dried off. I lent Cooper a clean shirt and basketball shorts from my older brother's closet; so he didn't have to put his sweaty work clothes back on. He would bring them back tomorrow, when he picked me up to go back to Wilson's Dairy. The next morning I was ready at 6:45, and jumped in Cooper's truck as soon as he stopped in our driveway. We each leaned over and kissed, like we had done this a thousand times. Soon enough we were back at the hay harvest, and the day evaporated. My mom was going to be home so after work I had Cooper drive me  down a township road, to a spot nearby, that I knew would afford us some privacy. When we were secluded in the treeline, I told him to stop and he grinned. Soon we were making out. Cooper came around to my door and opened it. Then he slid my legs out the door and slipped off my sweaty jeans and panties. We didn't have much time, so he raised my naked legs over his shoulders and dropped his pants and briefs. Then he leaned over my submissive body and began pumping me faster than a ackrabbit. It felt so good going in, but in only a minute or two, I felt him ejaculate. I was disappointed but only for a few seconds. Cooper never pulled out. He just took a few breaths and kept going. His cock stayed hard! Once again, he worked my pussy with his cock, making sure I came before he did. His hands went up my shirt and he began pinching both nipples. That got me off very effectively. We put our pants back on and left. Cooper then dropped me off with a promise to see me tomorrow. It would be our last day at Wilson's Dairy, and I didn't want to even think about what would happen after that. I was hoping for a lot of things, but I didn't want to screw it up; so I said nothing. The next day, Cooper picked me up and gave me a kiss. It was particularly hot that late June day, and we were a really hot sweaty mess by lunch. After lunch Mr. Wilson told us that once he dropped off the last wagon, he had to go; but his wife would pay us once we finished putting the hay away. The day ended with Bill and Ted working the conveyor and Cooper and I stacking the hay in the loft. When the last bale came off the conveyor they turned off the motor and called out they were heading out. We heard Mrs. Wilson tanking them, then their loud pickup rumbled out to the county road. There was sweat pouring off of us, and we were covered in dust and hay bits. We stacked the last bales, and then I looked at Cooper, "I must be quite a sight, today." "You look great to me!" Then he added with a grin; "Ever fucked in the loft?" I remembered my voyeur delights, watching my brothers fuck the Carlson sisters, in our own hayloft, a couple summers ago. It brought a big grin to my face. I didn't even get to answer before his lips met mine. It was a gross flavor of dust and hay, so we took a drink before resuming making out. Now Cooper had a big water jug that he would fill about 1/3 and then put in the freezer overnight. It would keep his water nice a cool all day and he could even refill it at lunch with ice left. After we drank, Cooper tore my clothes off and then grabbed what was left of the ice from his jug. It was a piece about the size of a small fist. As he kissed me he began circling my nipples with it. It was deliciously exciting as the cold sent two kinds of shivers through me body. One shiver was due to temperature and the other due to the sexual stimulation. Just when I thought I couldn't take any more, he slipped it down my stomach, slowly over my clit and into my pussy. I lost my mind! His mouth engulfed my left tit and his left hand caressed my right tit. I came! Damn that Cooper has a way of arousing my horny tits! He then dropped his pants and underwear, bent me over an alfalfa bail, and slammed into me. My mind was in overload, I didn't think I could handle any more stimulation, but Cooper had other ideas. He slipped the last bit of ice into my ass! He told me later I squealed a moan. I didn't know because I was overcome with the most intense orgasm of my young life. Cooper didn't last much longer on the first one, like usual; but I didn't care because when he came, I did again! I put my clothes back on and Cooper pulled up his pants. We then climbed down the ladder, to the lower barn. We exited the barn and went to go see Mrs. Wilson about our pay. She had a smirk on her face when she greeted us at the kitchen door, "I thought you forgot about pay, and left." Cooper did some quick thinking, "A stack was leaning and we restacked it more securely. We just were making sure everything was good before we left. We ah... didn't want to leave a mess and leave a bad impression."     Mrs. Wilson was clearly not buying what Cooper was selling. That's when I noticed that my bra was missing, and my nipples were hard. There was laughter in her eyes as she gave us our pay. Fortunately, we'd left the cooler in the loft, so I ran to get it, and find my wayward bra. We climbed into Cooper's truck for the short ride to my house, and I thought I better say something. I tried not to sound needy, desperate or unsophisticated, "Ah Cooper I was wondering about the rest of the summer?" Cooper gave me a wide grin, "Look, Jill; you and I can have a great summer of fun together if that's what you're asking." "That would be great, Cooper." "But, let's face the facts. You are going to stick around here and be a farmer. Me, I'm going to college in the fall, and I'm not coming back to farm. Farming is nice but I want something different. But, like I said; if you want a summer of fun together with me, then how about you and I go on a date, this coming Friday?" My crush was offering me the summer. Even though he made it very clear to me what kind of relationship he wanted.  I knew I could get him to love me by the end of August. Regardless, I was so happy he wanted to take me on a date, and not just fuck me, "That would be great, Cooper! A summer of fun, or is it going to be a summer of loving?" "Either way, it's going to be great, Jill. There's a big festival in Cold Spring. I told him to stop on the side of the road. I slid over the bench seat at this point, and gave him a kiss. Then I fished his cock out of his pants. Yes, it was covered in sweat, hay and me! But, I didn't care. I slowly took all of it in my mouth. It didn't even reach my throat, at first. no complaints from me. I continued to lick and suck his cock, as it expanded inward. Pressing the back of my throat. I tilted my head and let his extra expansion slide a bit further, til my nose was pressed against his furry pelvis. My only other attempt at blowing a guy, was a complete failure. "Oh, Gawd!" He screamed. "Yes, baby!"  My tongue stroked his cock as though I was trying to swallow him whole. Then he shot his blast deep into my throat. I pulled back just in time to get a second blast in my mouth, followed by a third small pulse. My lips firmly gripped his shaft as my mouth pulled at his cock, stretching it away from his hairy mound. My tongue rubbed his tip, and he screamed; "Too much! Too sensitive!" I released his crown and smiled as I looked up into his happy eyes. As I rose up, my open smile allowed his cum to start drooling out the side of my mouth. I swallowed dramatically, then wiped the drool with my long extended tongue, and swallowed again. Cooper's cock was perfect for learning to deepthroat, and I loved being able to do that successfully, for the first time. I felt powerful and seductive. I knew I could make this man very, very happy.  He had a huge smile on his face as dropped me off. Mom was home, so no inviting him in, but I would see him in 2 days. We had a great summer of fun and loving. We had sex everywhere; his house, my house, his truck, in the pond, in the meadow, you get the idea. We even had sex on the job, in two more haylofts! It was two horny teenagers doing what horny teenagers do best. At the end of the summer, I believed I loved Cooper and he loved me. Cooper very gently reminded me of what it really was. Lust. On what was to be our last date ever Cooper gave me a gift. "Jill, this was an amazing summer I will never forget. I got you this little gift to remind you of our summer of fun." I unwrapped it and it was a framed photograph of Cooper, somehow wearing my John Deere "Born to Farm" t-shirt. It was too tight on his bulging shoulders and his long arms. it looked kind of goofy. It was like a poor imitation of the incredible Hulk. Yet he looked great to me. It seemed like he was looking right into my soul. It made me cry. "Come on, Jill! Lighten up, it's just a picture, I have a better one of you, in my Van Halen t-shirt with no bra, that I'm taking to school." That just made me cry more. Sue me. I was 18; and he was my first crush and my first love, after all. I recall, during my 2nd week of senior year, walking behind a couple junior girls, walking out the school doors, to get on the bus. They were whispering gossip about some guy's small dick. I interjected; "Listen, you two floozies; instead of ridiculing Bobby's hardware, make the most of it. You don't want to learn deepthroating on a fat cock, do you? Bobby may not be everything you need, But he can help you be better able to satisfy the man of your dreams, when he finally arrives." I continued; "Karen, do you want the boys talking about how you stuff your bra? And Cindy, do you want boys talking about how you prefer taking it in the ass?" "You wouldn't dare!" Karen snapped at me. "Hell no!" I retorted. "But Karma will bite you; and it will be unmerciful. So you'd better treat everyone with the respect you want shown to you." The girls stopped and stared at me.  I just walked past them and said; "Hey Bobby!" Bobby was just about to get in the bus. "Save me a seat, will you?" I said so everyone could hear. Rumors are a fact of life, and I did get a reputation for giving the best blow jobs. What the guys didn't admit to, was that only the guys with slender and moderate-size cocks, got my best performances. I wasn't falling for every guy who showed interest in me, but I still made sure we both got something out of the arrangement. I taught guys how to treat a girl right. And I made sure they were rewarded for their attentiveness. I didn't fuck guys a whole lot during my senior year. But I became very, very skilled at deepthroating. My tits and cunt did get a lot of devotion from guys. But I made sure not to lead the guys on. Eventually, girls came to me for advice. They wanted to know if so-and-so was a good date. I tried to be generally positive, yet help girls deal with things I was concerned about, regarding a particular guy I'd known. My philosophy was simple. 'Every cock has value. Some cocks can ream you out, and other cocks can slide in and out with ease. What matters is the guy's attentiveness to you.' Any healthy guy can be satisfying, but you have to be patient and keep improving. Easter came, and I had 14 guys offer to take me to prom. But I decided to invite Ken, my brother's friend. He was a senior in college, majoring in Ag sciences. We got acquainted during Christmas break. I was shocked when they announced the finalists for prom queen. I was speechless when I was declared Prom Queen.  At graduation, after all the diplomas were given out, and the ceremony dismissed, Ken came up the middle aisle where Betty had me distracted. She told me to step out to where Ken was. That's when I noticed all my classmates were watching me. I stepped out and Ken went down to one knee; while the entire gymnasium dropped to a hush. When I noticed my parents and Ken's parents were standing behind Ken. Everything had already been coordinated, and all that was left, was to get my approval. That summer, Ken and I gutted and remodeled the old farm house, next to the new split-level where my folks lived. We had a November wedding and Ken and I became partners with my folks. We also share-cropped, with his folk's land. That spring, I became foreman of the hay harvesting operation.  I went to work training FFA girls on tractors and implement. We had no problem getting harvesting help. A tractor driven by a sexy farm girl, wearing a halter top and denim shorts, will draw a willing workforce. Good bye Cooper. Cooper and I didn't see one another again until after Cooper graduated college. I was married, newly pregnant, and living on our farm with my husband, Ken.  When Cooper was home to say goodbye to his parents, before he went off to Miami, to his new industrial engineering job. When I saw him for just a second; time stood still and my body wanted to drag him off to a hay loft. The second passed and I knew that I loved my husband and would never cheat on him. Cooper and I spoke briefly, because we both were in a hurry to be somewhere else. Then he was gone, and I haven't seen him since. But I'll always fondly remember our summer of loving; and the guy who allowed me to become so skilled at deepthroating. It's a skill that keeps my man happier than you can imagine. Ken is bigger and thicker that Cooper. If I hadn't learned advanced fellatio on Cooper, Ken's life would be less content, and I'd be more worried about hussies seducing him behind my back. Based on a post by Farmer jill, for Literotica.

In this episode of Outside the Cinema, hosts Bill and Chris discuss their experiences with cult films, focusing on the Fear Street series and the latest installment, Fear Street Prom Queen. They critique the film's writing, character development, and authenticity to the 80s era. The conversation then shifts to Please Don't Feed the Children, exploring its unique premise and execution. The hosts share their thoughts on the films' strengths and weaknesses, providing insights into the horror genre and cult film culture.

The Geekz are back in Shadyside for our 31 Days of Horror marathon with Fear Street: Prom Queen (2025) – the newest chapter in the Netflix horror franchise based on R.L. Stine's classic teen scream novels. Set at Shadyside High, the story follows a group of students caught in a bloody nightmare on prom night, where the crown comes at a deadly cost. In our review, we dive into the prom setting, slasher vibes, and shocking kills that make Prom Queen a standout in the Fear Street series. We'll also highlight the performances from the new cast of rising stars, the callbacks to earlier Fear Street films, and how this movie blends high school drama with brutal horror. Does Fear Street: Prom Queen keep the franchise fresh, or does it rely too heavily on nostalgia? Find out as we break down the carnage and crown the best moments of the night.

PS+ has upped the ante in October, coincidence or an attempt to outfox Xbox? Also talking Fear St. Prom Queen and my final take on Ghost of Yotei.Link to the video:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dlx4ADBSEO0JOIN THE DISCORD and talk PlayStation with the PSD+ community:https://discord.gg/pEDZDp4kTGFOLLOW ME ON TWITCH and watch me record the show LIVE:https://www.twitch.tv/psdailypod/FOLLOW ME ON BLUESKY at psdailypod:https://bsky.app/profile/psdailypod.bsky.socialFOLLOW ME ON TIKTOK at ps.daily.pod:https://www.tiktok.com/@ps.daily.podIntro and Outro music is "The Concord Crew" by Daniel Pemberton from the Concord soundtrack.

"DAMN YOU UNCLE LEWIS" will be taking a hiatus from our usual coverage of FRIDAY THE 13TH THE SERIES episodes until the show launches publicly this fall.Until then, we've put together a series of FRIDAY THE 13TH THE SERIES SPECTACULAR episodes in which we celebrate some of our favorite F13 heavy-hitting writers, directors and stars by checking out their other work.First up, HELLO MARY LOU-PROM NIGHT 2 directed by BRUCE PITTMAN (And Now the News, The Mephisto Ring) and starring WENDY LYONS (And Now the News) and LUCAS FERREIRA (Doorway to Hell, Wedding Bell Blues).Mary Lou Maloney won Prom Queen in 1957.She came back to slay the competition in 1987.She's Trae and Patrick's favorite!But can she survive the Wrath of Maya on her first time viewing?Tell ya later, alligator!HELLO MARY LOU PROM NIGHT TWO is currently streaming on TUBI, Peacock, and Prime.This podcast uses the following third-party services for analysis: Podtrac - https://analytics.podtrac.com/privacy-policy-gdrp

Join us as we jump back into the Fear Street series by R. L. Stine. We will be going over the 2025 film and the 1992 book of FEAR STREET: Prom Queen. Are you ready for some high school horror!

Join the Squad as they check out the newest Fear Street movie and try to not compare it to the amazing trilogy we have.   Email us at AllentownPresents@gmail.com

We talk about this Netflix R.L. Stine slasher film based on the Fear Street books.

By special request, just because Queen Aabria Iyengar is back in the building, we're taking it back to High School. It's another episode of "For the Queen" and this one gets messy in a way that only high school can, a high school with this much Aioli experimentation anyway. Can Tiffany, Isis (she's trying to go by Sarah), Morgan, Jessica, and Lil Vinnie extricate themselves from the twisted web of their once and future Prom Queen? Hold on to your backpacks, get your lunch money in order, and keep Wednesdays free. It might just be time for a coup at Washington Monument High. Starring: Maddie Murphy as Jessica Aabria Iyengar as Sarah (Not Isis, Not Ice) Bradley Alexander Vincent Stompoly as Morgan Jasmin Malave as Tiffany and R. Alex Murray as Lil Vinnie Want to Adventure with us??? ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Join the Discord! ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Follow us on Instagram⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Follow us on TikTok ⁠ Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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Bienvenidos a Noches de Miedo, el hogar preferido para el cine de terror. En cada programa, analizaremos una película de miedo de ayer o hoy, además de hacer una repaso a todas las novedades y noticias sobre este género que tanto nos gusta... Dirige y presenta: Salva Valero ¿Te gustaría colaborar en nuestro programa? envía tu audio-candidatura a ndeterror@gmail.com Escucha el episodio completo en la app de iVoox, o descubre todo el catálogo de iVoox Originals

We're finally headed back to Shadyside for FEAR STREET: PROM QUEEN! Pop quiz: what's the difference between an Eighties' movie and a movie set in the Eighties? The answer might just shock you... find out what it is by pressing play! Plus, watch Rob on Twitch .. and we're on Instagram!

When women end a friendship, the heartbreak can be devastating, yet we rarely talk about how hard it is to grieve somebody who is still alive.  Susan Shapiro Barash joins Gretta to explore the complex world of female friendship estrangement based on her groundbreaking research interviewing 150 diverse women. Her new book, "Estranged: How Strained Female Friendships Are Mended or Ended," challenges the lifelong "best friends forever" narrative that has left countless women feeling down when their closest friendships crumble. From the faithless friend who betrays your trust to the green-eyed friend consumed by jealousy, Barash identifies different types of toxic friendships that lead women to the painful decision of ending relationships they once cherished.  Whether you've been ghosted or betrayed by a friend, are healing from a friendship breakup, or seeking to build healthier connections, this episode offers compassionate guidance for navigating one of life's most under-discussed transitions. Connect With Gretta❤️‍

llan joins us to talk about her netflix movie Fear Street: Prom Queen.

Deadly Second Chances – Part 4: Loralee HardyShe was broken, abused… and became a monster.Now, Loralee Hardy — the infamous Prom Queen Killer — is offered a second chance by the goddess Hellweaver: a chance to save her family, protect her lover, and stop the bloodshed before it begins.But when love is tainted by betrayal and the past won't stay buried, Loralee must confront the darkest parts of herself — and the twisted reality of a love she thought was pure.Will she rewrite her legacy…or unleash a new reign of terror?Written by Rob Fields

With Deadly Second Chances Episode 4 dropping tomorrow, it's time to meet one of the most tragic—and terrifying—figures in the Strickfield universe: Loralee Hardy, the girl who was broken… and came back swinging.In this special presentation, we bring you the full Prom Queen Killer miniseries—a complete horror saga of trauma, identity, resurrection, and revenge.

When life gets hard, we turn to our female friends. Husbands, partners, and jobs come and go, but close friendships are our bedrock. Until they're not. What happens when these bonds sabotage instead of support? Who among us has the courage to walk away? And how can we protect ourselves from further heartbreak? In Estranged: How Strained Female Friendships Are Mended Or Ended (Meridian Editions, 2025) Susan Shapiro Barash takes a deep dive into the complexities of female friendships. By peeling back the societal narrative that our friendships are meant to last forever, she uncovers a more nuanced reality: the closest bonds do falter. Through groundbreaking research and 150 interviews with women ranging in age from 20-80, Barash reveals an emerging trend - estrangement among female friends. Estranged is an eye-opening investigation/practical guide for women navigating murky waters of suboptimal friendships. The book sheds light on unspoken pain of estrangement - both for the "estranger" who walks away and the "estrangee" who is left behind. Amid candid confessions of betrayal and grief, Barash challenges women to reimagine their friendships and take the bold step of letting go when necessary. This cutting-edge book offers an empowering path forward: learning to prioritize self-worth, stability and authenticity over loyalty to friendships that no longer serve us. Susan Shapiro Barash has written more than a dozen nonfiction books including Tripping the Prom Queen, Toxic Friends and You're Grounded Forever, but First Let's Go Shopping. For more than 20 years she taught gender studies and Marymount Manhattan College and has guest taught creative nonfiction at the Writing Institute at Sarah Lawrence College. Her fiction is published under her pen name, Susannah Marren. Deidre Tyler, PhD - Sociologist, Instructional Technologist. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices Support our show by becoming a premium member! https://newbooksnetwork.supportingcast.fm/gender-studies

Spoilers and dancing ahead homies! Movie breakdown starts at 19:21.  Heavy is the head that wears the crown, let's see if we can get through the night without losing ours! We're returning to Shadyside to see who is the Fear Street:Prom Queen. Also, what was prom like for Erika and Roshane? 

We all remember prom, well some of us anway, and voting on prom queen gets a bit easier in this new fear street movie where a killer starts taking out the competition!

--NSFW-- OTCB - 2025's Fear Street: Prom Queen. On The Copping Block this week is 2025's Fear Street: Prom Queen!! A slasher set in 1988, someone is killng all the prom queen candidates! Join the conversation! Email us at lowdownbrown.gui@gmail.com Follow us on Facebook and Instagram! INTRO/OUTRO MUSIC: White Bat Audio - Broken Credit: Karl Casey @ White Bat Audio. Join Us Or Die at www.guipodcast.com

Just a few years ago, Netflix released a handful of intertwined films all titled with the prefix of FEAR STREET. Now in 2025, the have released their latest called FEAR STREET PROM QUEEN. The film, just like the others, are based on stories by R.L. Stine and include the same town of Shadyside, Pennsylvania.From IMDB: “When the “it” girls competing for prom queen at Shadyside High start to disappear, a gutsy outsider discovers she's in for one hell of a prom night.”The film is directed by Matt Palmer, and co-written by him along with Donald McLeary. The film's cast includes India Fowler, Suzanna Son, Fina Strazza, and Lili Taylor. Receiving negative reviews, your co-hosts take a look and see if they are well deserved.

So. Like. The boys watched this. But had so much more fun talking about it. They talk about their love the Fear Street books, how great the original trilogy was, and like...how much they hated this one. But you'll have a lot of fun with this episode!Coming Soon: Sinners (2025)---Don't forget to rate us / leave a review!Follow us!Instagram: @scaredgaypodcastTikTok @scaredgaypodcastEmail: scaredgaypodcast@gmail.comPablo: @theexercistsfPaul: @paulyoueverwantedMusic by Ronnie Carrierronniecarrier.comArtwork by Patrick AllisonInstagram: @waywardwink

We're back this week with a new movie review! In Fear Street: Prom Queen, the fourth chilling installment of the Fear Street film series, we travel back to 1988—when big hair, synth-pop, and murder ruled the night. A masked killer is stalking the halls of Shadyside High, picking off prom queen candidates one by one. Directed by Matt Palmer and based on R.L. Stine's 1992 novel, this slasher flick blends classic teen drama with a killer twist. Starring India Fowler, Suzanna Son, Fina Strazza, David Iacono, Ella Rubin, and more, it's a blood-soaked throwback you won't want to miss. Tune in as we break down the gore, the glam, and the secrets hiding behind the corsages.

FEAR STREET: PROM QUEEN MOVIE REVIEW You know what they say about successful trilogies with satisfying conclusions? They gotta make another one now. After the huge success of R. L. Stine's Fear Street trilogy adaptation on Netflix in 2021, it was only a matter of time before Netflix tried again to adapt the greatest YA […]

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FEAR STREET: PROM QUEEN MOVIE REVIEW You know what they say about successful trilogies with satisfying conclusions? They gotta make another one now. After the huge success of R. L. Stine's Fear Street trilogy adaptation on Netflix in 2021, it was only a matter of time before Netflix tried again to adapt the greatest YA […]

Randy from the Straight Chilling Podcast joins Caitlin to cover the newest installment in Netflix's Fear Street saga: Prom Queen! In many ways, Fear Street: Prom Queen is a very Plug It Up movie, as it features coming of age horror AND monstrous motherhood. We enjoyed being taken to a gory 80s prom - tropes and all. Tangents include: horror news, prom (of course), VH1's I Love the [Decade]s show, nicknames, camp, superlatives, and yearbooks.

This week on the podcast "Streaming Without a Paddle" Andrew and Ted breakdown the Netflix original "Fear Street: Prom Queen". This is the fourth installment in the Netflix horror based feature series. Ted is obviously a fan of the genre ... Andrew not so much so a broad and honest perspective of what they thought is a given.

Fear Street is back on Netflix. We really enjoyed the original 3 from 2022. This one? Not so much.Find us on Patreon to discuss spoilers, early access, and exclusive contenthttps://www.patreon.com/c/scaretalk

In this Freestyle Friday episode, Stacy and Pete tell a story about something that happened that morning, a Muppets ride follow-up, The Prom Queen on Netflix, And Just Like That, some exciting Jem and the Holograms news, more Survivor binging, Stacy shares about a recent nostalgic purchase, and author, Travis Kennedy, comes to the front of the We Don't Wanna Grow Up classroom for Show & Tell, and he tells us about his book, The Whyte Python World Tour! Support the show on Patreon Our Instagram Our Website Our Facebook Our TikTok  

Another week, and we have more horror for your eardrums! Justin and LoySauce talk about the newest take on RL Stine's Fear Street books, with Netflix's Fear Street: Prom Queen. Is this better than the last few so-so outings on Netflix or a giant generic dumpster fire? Listen in to hear us go hard in our full-spoiler review.    Where to find us: Apple Podcasts: https://itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/epic-film-guys- Official Fan Group : https://www.facebook.com/groups/epicfilmguys Feed URL: https://epicfilmguys.podbean.com/feed/ Wordpress: http://epicfilmguys.wordpress.com YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/user/epicfilmguysny/live You can also catch us on most every podcatcher under the sun! Search for us on BluBrry, Stitcher, Spreaker, Google Podcasts, Overcast, and many others. Search and you will find us! There has never been a better time to join up with the elites at https://www.patreon.com/epicfilmguys! You can get access to pre-roll and outtakes from the show, exclusive episodes, free swag, and so much more. Tiers start as low as $1/month! Please consider supporting the show, and thank you for being one of the EFG faithful!

In this episode of the 30 Screams or Less podcast we review ‘Fear Street: Prom Queen', it's directed by Matt Palmer, Written by Matt Palmer, Donald McLeary, and R.L. Stine, starring India Fowler (Lori Granger), Suzanna Son (Megan Rogers), and Fina Strazza (Tiffany Falconer). The plot of the movie is  shy Student Lori Grandeur is unexpectedly nominated for prom queen, but the celebration turns deadly when a masked killer begins... The post 30 Screams or Less 113: Fear Street: Prom Queen appeared first on Shining Wizards Network.

Josh and Jade review the 2025 American slasher film Fear Street: Prom Queen. The film is directed by Matt Palmer and based on the novel The Prom Queen from the Fear Street book series by R.L. Stine. This is the fourth installment in the Fear Street film series which include Fear Street 1994, 1978, and 1666. The film stars India Fowler, Suzanna Son, Fina Strazza, David Iacono, Ella Rubin, Chris Klein, Ariana Greenblatt, Lili Taylor and Katherine Waterston. Find out what if this horror film is trash or a hidden Netflix treasure inside this episode.

This week, Keegan King joins me to review the latest entry in the Final Destination franchise, Final Destination: Bloodlines in a feature review and then, in this week's secondary review, we discuss the Netflix horror movie, Fear Street: Prom Queen. We also discuss recent movie and TV news, screenings around Indianapolis, and more. Timestamps Show Start - 00:28 Introducing Keegan - 02:29 Screening in Indy - 07:06 News Before the Reviews - 13:39 Feature Review Final Destination: Bloodlines (2025) - 16:40 Spoiler - 38:29 Secondary Review Fear Street: Prom Queen (2025) - 59:38 Spoiler - 1:12:54 Potpourri Keegan: Looking Forward to - 1:33:05 Matt: The Pitt Season 1 - 1:35:45   Closing the Ep - 1:37:24 Patreon Clip - 1:38:42   Related Links ‘Avengers' Delayed: Marvel Pushes ‘Doomsday' and ‘Secret Wars' to December 2026 and 2027 My 2025 Podcast and Writing Archive Patreon Special - 28 Days Later (2002) at Alamo Drafthouse - May 23, 2025 Immediate Reaction - Clown in a Cornfield (2025) - May 16-21, 2025 Immediate Reaction - The Life of Chuck (2025) - May 29, 2025 Patreon Companion Episodes Collection Companion Ep - OV477 - Final Destination 1-5 Retrospective - May 24-25, 2025 Patreon - Severance Episode Reviews Indianapolis Theaters Alamo Drafthouse Indy Kan-Kan  Living Room Theaters Keystone Art  Flix Brewhouse Ways to Support Us Support Us on Patreon for Exclusive Content Official OV Merch Buy Me A Coffee Obsessive Viewer Obsessive Viewer Presents: Anthology Obsessive Viewer Presents: Tower Junkies As Good As It Gets - Linktree Start Your Podcast with Libsyn Using Promo Code OBSESS Follow Us on Social Media My Letterboxd | YouTube | Facebook | Twitter Instagram | Threads | Bluesky | TikTok | Tiny's Letterboxd   Mic Info Matt: ElectroVoice RE20 into RØDEcaster Pro II (Firmware: 1.5.4) Keegan: Headset Mic in Google Meet   Episode Homepage: ObsessiveViewer.com/OV477   Next Week on the Podcast OV478 - Mission: Impossible - The Final Reckoning (2025) & Predator: Killer of Killers (2025)

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This week we're diving into the blood-soaked corridors of Fear Street: Prom Queen (2025). We critique the film's ability to reinvent slasher tropes, assess the depth of its character backstories, and discuss the effectiveness of its twist ending. This episode contains spoilers, beginning at 44:57. Mentioned in the Episode Watch the Movie Fear Street: Prom Queen (2025) Main Episode Previously on Fear Street 168: Fear Street Part One: 1994 (2021) 176: Fear Street Part Two: 1978 (2021) 184: Fear Street Part Three: 1666 (2021) Support the Show We've launched our Patreon to have a place for listener support to help keep our show going. We are accepting support in the form of small monthly donations from our audience. The proceeds we gain from Patreon are put towards ongoing website fees, funding for new content, and equipment upgrades. In return, our patrons enjoy bonus content, early access, live streams, and exclusive channels in our Discord server. Support the Show on Patreon We're building a community where our listeners and horror fans as a whole can connect and share the ideas, movies, games, experiences, and stories they are most passionate about. Our community is completely free and powered by Discord, which you can access from both a web browser and mobile app. We're looking forward to your arrival! Join our Discord Server Contact Us You can connect with us by creepin' on us on Facebook, Twitter or Instagram, @HackorSlash. You can also share your opinions with us by leaving us an audio message on our website, hackorslash.live. Special Thanks We want to give a special thanks to these patrons for continuing to make this show possible Music Credits "Hack or Slash" by Daniel Stapleton

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Episode Notes This week, we dress up to the nines as we review, Fear Street: Prom Queen. Also in this episode, Steve tries to play mind games with Todd during trivia, Todd describes what he was like in high school and Joe updates us with the latest horror news. All that and more! Music provided by www.purple-planet.com

Andrew and Shane say goodbye to Ethan Hunt and our IMF friends as they review 'Mission: Impossible - The Final Reckoning' and update their MI Film Rankings. Then, Shane takes on Josh Hartnett in 'Fight or Flight' before they close with the most recent Fear Street film on Netflix.

It's New Movie Monday and we are going back to high school prom -- allll the way back to 1988 when horror tropes like these weren't so played out. Listen to find out how we are coping with this lull in Netflix's Fear Street franchise. Starring: India Fowler, Fina Strazza, Lili Taylor, Chris Klein, Katherine Waterston, Ella Rubin Directed by: Matt Palmer Help us make our first feature length Messed Up Movie: https://www.misfitparade.com/mrcreamjeans Support the show on the Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/c/messedupmoviespod Watch our newest short film Sugar Tits Now! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sz7leFqqo4g  

Brian and Steve watched the perfect horror movie for brainrotted, Draft Kings addicted, second screen young adults. Too bad they're old adults. Come for the soundtrack, stay for surprisingly well done brutality. Story and character motivation? Yeah they technically exist. Perhaps it's best we move on from the 80s. The kids in this film would be applying for their AARP cards and voting against their best interests now.   Plus we announce our Korean horror films for June.   Find Us Online-   Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/halloweenisforever/ Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/halloweenisforever Twitter: https://twitter.com/HallowForever Tik Tok: https://www.tiktok.com/@halloweenisforeverpod Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/HalloweenIsForeverPod E-Mail: Halloweenisforeverpod@gmail.com

We go back to high school with Fear Street: Prom Queen before getting into a gnarly retelling of Cinderella with The Ugly Stepsister and then it's one last ride with Ethan Hunt in Mission Impossible: Final Reckoning. Be sure to follow all of the hijinks on our Facebook page and on Instagram! Follow Mitch on Twitter and bluesky and Letterboxd.

As students at Shadyside High are preparing for the 1988 prom, the "It Girls" are fighting to get support to be voted Prom Queen. As an unusual nominee emerges in the race, some of the other candidates begin to vanish without a trace.Hosted by Ausha. See ausha.co/privacy-policy for more information.

The Boo Crew is heading back to Shadyside!  We're joined by the incredible stars of Fear Street: Prom Queen — Suzanna Son, Ella Rubin, and David Iacono — for an unforgettable convo about their experience bringing the next chilling chapter of R.L. Stine's legacy to life on Netflix! We dive into their creative processes, behind-the-scenes stories from set, their favorite horror films, and the emotional weight and cultural power of the Fear Street universe. These three brought the heart, the scares, and the honesty — and were truly some of the kindest guests we've ever had. We LOVE them, and you will too. Boo Crew Podcast Episode 449 — now slaying! #FearStreet #PromQueen #SuzannaSon #EllaRubin #DavidIacono #TheBooCrew #HorrorPodcast #NowSlaying #RLStine #NetflixHorror #SweetScreams Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

In this Freestyle Friday episode, Pete and Stacy talk about a rumored The Muppet Show resurrection, some upcoming movies (The Prom Queen) and documentaries (Pee-wee as Himself), and some shows they've been watching lately (Survivor, Paradise, and Black Mirror)! We also welcome new Patrons and update you on our latest bonus episodes on Patreon. Support the show on Patreon Our Instagram Our Website Our Facebook Our TikTok  

This week, Dave and Megan talk about FOUNTAIN OF YOUTH (2:47), Guy Ritchie's incredibly derivative and frustrating adventure film, starring John Krasinski and Natalie Portman as siblings on a globe-trotting trek for (you guessed it) the mythical Fountain of Youth. Then, we all (Evan, Dave, and Megan) discuss FEAR STREET: PROM QUEEN (29:21), a slasher horror film and the latest entry in the franchise based on the R.L. Stine novel. Directed by Matt Palmer and starring India Fowler, Suzanna Son, and Fina Strazza, it follows high school prom queen finalists dying one by one. One of us had a lot of fun, but two of us were disappointed. Yet we all agree on some of the good performances and the excellent 80s soundtrack. And on this week's Patreon bonus episode, we cover the winner of our sci-fi horror poll: James Ward Byrkit's 2013 film, COHERENCE!

Susan Shapiro Barash, author of Estranged: How Strained Female Friendships are Ended or Mended, joins me to explore the emotional landscape of female friendships—why they matter so much, and what happens when they start to fall apart.We talk about the subtle signs of strain, the unspoken expectations women often carry in friendships, and how life transitions—from motherhood to midlife reinventions—can reshape who we connect with and how.Susan shares insights from her research and interviews with women across the country, including what it takes to repair a broken friendship—and how to know when it's healthier to let go.Whether you're grieving a friendship, hoping to mend one, or learning how to create new ones in this season of life, this conversation will help you reflect with more compassion and clarity.Susan Shapiro Barash has written over a dozen non-fiction books including Tripping the Prom Queen, Toxic Friends and You're Grounded Forever, but First Let's Go Shopping. For more than twenty years she taught gender studies and Marymount Manhattan College and has guest taught creative nonfiction at the Writing Institute at Sarah Lawrence College. Her fiction is published under her pen name, Susannah Marren.  She has been featured in The New York Times, Wall Street Journal, New York Post, Chicago Tribune, Elle, Marie Claire, and has appeared on national television including the Today Show, Good Morning America, CBS, CNN, and MSNBC. Barash has been a guest on national radio including NPR and Sirius Radio. Speaking appearances include Credit Suisse, Bayer Diagnostics, UBS, United Way, Kravis Center and the Society of the Four Arts. Several of her titles have been optioned by Lifetime and HBO.www.susanshapirobarash.comTune in each week for practical, relatable advice that helps you feel your best and unlock your full potential. If you're ready to prioritize your health and level up every area of your life, you'll find the tools, insights, and inspiration right here. Buy Esther's Book: To Your Health - https://a.co/d/iDG68qUFollow Esther on TikTok - https://www.tiktok.com/@estheravantFollow Esther on IG - https://www.instagram.com/esther.avantLearn more about booking Esther to speak: https://www.estheravant.comLearn more about working with Esther: https://www.madebymecoaching.com/services

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