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“Who's Christine?”By LiminallySpaced. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels."Who's Christine?""What?" I exclaimed, turning toward Kerri abruptly. She was still covered in my semen and bare chested"Easy, easy! You just got a text from someone named Christine. Asking where you were."I took my phone back, shoving it quickly into my pants pocket. I sat down on the edge of the bed to put on my shoes."So who is she?"Once again I didn't really know how to answer that question."Just a friend," I said flatly."Um Hmm," Kerri responded, doubtfully, "is she the kind of 'friend' who's gonna be upset your balls have already been completely drained?""Don't worry about it." I was colder than I should have been. Kerri was just curious, and I was being a jerk about it. Feeling guilty for my prickly tone, I scooted myself up toward the lounging Greek goddess of lust. "Listen," I said, placing my hand on her golden calf, "I'm sorry, I don't mean to be a jerk, I've just got a lot of stuff going on. A lot of confusing stuff that's just been a bitch to try and process.""No, I understand," her tits jiggled delightfully as she brushed her hair out of her face, "Lot of that going around. Just that time of life for everyone, I think. You can tell me about her next time."Next time. She wanted to do this again. Hell, I did too, but the thought of adding premeditation to what we did made my stomach grow cold. There would be no defense then, no excuse of passions getting the better of us, just pure dishonesty and subterfuge."Kerri," I began, "I don't know if we should do this again. I think it might be wrong."Kerri took a moment to consider my words, then sat up straight. Pressing her big tits into my arm she leaned in close and said "This doesn't have to be complicated, Tim. It can just be fun."I tiled my head in and kissed her. Hard."Just think about it, ok?"I nodded weakly."And send me those pictures, ok?"I smiled. We kissed. I took one last feel of her stupendous breasts, and left.I checked my phone in the car. I did, in fact, have a message from Christine asking where I was. I hadn't even considered what time it was, and I had definitely more than missed church. My conflicted feelings about Kerri became compounded by the returning knot in my stomach."Hey, sorry, I overslept. Long night." I wrote back to her. Not technically a lie."No problem. You wanna meet me at The Spot at 7?"I thought about it for a long moment. Thinking of Christine made me smile. What Christine and I had was arguably the least complicated of my romantic entanglements (or at least that was what I told myself). Seeing her would surely set my chaotic mind to rest. She had that effect on me."Sure thing."I got home to an empty house, jumped in the shower, and thought about what my night had been.Kerri said it didn't have to be complicated, and I wanted to believe her, but I had a hard time believing anything about my sex life could be uncomplicated. There was nothing uncomplicated about fucking my friend's girlfriend. There was nothing uncomplicated about the hot and cold between me and Tara.There was nothing uncomplicated about the feelings I was realizing I had developed for Christine.I didn't know what those feelings were, exactly, but they were more than just lust. We had been friends for so long that despite my best intentions it was proving to be impossible to separate the time I spent with her as a friend from the time I spent with her in bed. I knew there was no path forward for us. Like Kerri had said, nothing that happened this summer would really count once the fall came, and would most likely vanish to time as life moved on, but that didn't make it any easier to compartmentalize.It didn't make me want her any less.My car pulled into The Spot, and Christine was already waiting, leaning her lithe body against the hood of her car.The last lights of a golden sunset cast her in an amber glow. Her long, smooth legs had a shine to them, ascending up into short shorts that hugged her slight curves. As always, bare legs meant a more conservative top, but the wide, ragged mouth of her sweatshirt hung off her shoulder in a delicious way. I saw no bra strap. As soon as she saw my car, her eyes lit up and a smile blossomed on her face.I had barely put my car into park when all at once she had hopped into the passenger seat.We looked at each other in silence, an unspoken tension building."Hi," she said."Hi," I answered.Slowly she closed the distance between us on the big bench seat, licking her lips as she sidled up next to me.Her eyes twinkled in the fading light. Her hair cascaded down one side of her perfect face. She leaned in, and my lips touched hers in a long, slow kiss. This wasn't a hook up kiss, this was a real kiss. My hand reached up and cupped her head through her brunette locks. I felt her sigh.Then suddenly she pulled away from me with a start. There was a different look in her eye now, something I couldn't quite place. It wasn't lust, it was something more unsure. Then, as if trying to shake herself out of the feeling, her hands darted down to my pants, making quick work of the button and zipper.The cool air touched the skin of my cock only briefly, as it was quickly engulfed by the sweet, wet warmth of Christine's mouth.I had cum very hard three times in the recent past, so the sudden sensation of her sucking mouth on my tender flesh elicited a sharp "oh!" from me.Christine's lips and mouth worked at a feverish pace. This wasn't anything like the kiss we just shared, this was determined. She sucked and slobbered on my cock in a way that normally would have brought me to full mast almost immediately, but the combination of her uncharacteristic over eagerness, the sensitivity of my swollen skin, and my sexual exhaustion from the activities of the previous night and morning, got me only half hard at best."I want you to get hard for me, Tim," She said, switching over to a tight handjob while she spoke, "I want you to get so hard so you can cum on my face. Don't you want to cum on my face?"It's true Christine had become a lot more comfortable with dirty talk, and usually hearing all sorts of words and expressions I never would have expected for a pastor's daughter would have gotten me harder than Tetris, but this was too over the top. She was trying too hard. Something was off. For both of us.She dipped her head down and went back to work sucking hard, this time rolling my balls in her hand. My mind jumped back to the first time we experienced each other, right there in that same car. Her mouth had gone at my cock with a similar fervor, but there was a passion there, then. There was a need. That first time my cock went in her mouth I felt the whole energy of her body in every lick of her tongue.Last time she wanted my cock. She wanted my cum. This time, I couldn't help but feel like what she wanted was a distraction. It felt good, there was no denying it, but it didn't feel RIGHT. Not this time."Christine, Christine, stop, stop." I pleaded, and gently guided her head out of my lap. She sat back up, hair tousled over one eye, and wiped her wet mouth with the back of her hand. It was so delightfully lewd that even in my current state my cock couldn't help but surge at the sight."You wanna watch me touch myself?" She said with a lusty grin, working her hand into the front of her tight shorts."No, no, I mean yes, but no," I said, confused about what I wanted."What's wrong?" she said, furrowing her brow with the legitimate concern of a real friend.I looked at her for a moment. There was definitely something wrong here. I knew it immediately on my end, and that look on her face after that kiss; her sudden change in demeanor after; I knew she was feeling the same thing."Christine, I have to tell you something. When I got here tonight I wasn't sure if I was going to, but now I think I should.""Ok,” she said, her concern turning to confusion."The reason I wasn't at church, ""You overslept.""It's true, I did, but I have to tell you why." Christine was very still as she waited for my next words. "I spent the night with someone."I watched her face as the words landed. She was trying to remain calm, but I could see something else behind her eyes."So what, why are you telling me this?" She said with a nervous chuckle, "it's not like we're dating or anything.""I told you because I needed to. For the same reason I think you needed to hear it.""I don't think I need to hear you can't get it up because some other girl fucked your brains out, Tim." She said in a tone that was uncharacteristically nasty."That's not what I mean, and you know it.""Tim, I don't know what you mean," she said, turning away and nervously gathering her things, "but I do know that maybe this was a mistake tonight. I'm not exactly in the mood anymore.""Christine,” I sighed as she made her way out of the car."Why don't you go home and get some rest. You clearly need it."And with that she was gone. I sat alone in my car for a few moments, replaying the situation in my head. I needed to get my mind off of it, so I took out my phone and drafted an email to Just 4 the Watcher X O X O."Here you go" it read, "just might be the best painting I've ever seen. Can't wait till the next one ;)"I took a moment to look back on the slutty pictures Kerri had let me take, pictures of her gorgeous face and body splattered in my semen, attached them to the email, and hit send.Almost instantly, as though she had been waiting, I got an email back."Thanks so much for a lovely time. You're a great artist." I smiled at how the dumb joke Tara started seemed to continue to be useful. "Here's a tip for all your hard work ;)"There was an attachment.I clicked the file, and waited patiently as it loaded. It was probably only a couple seconds, but it felt like forever. Then, finally, the screen of my phone was taken up by a close up of Kerri's face. I recognized it right away as the full version of the photo she had used to entice me into her voyeuristic plan.Kerri looked up at me with the familiar sight of a bright, white slash of semen reaching up from the bridge of her nose into her dark curly hair; it was a sight I would never forget; but the whole picture was so much more erotic: her mouth was open slightly, a lustful smile on her face. Her lips and chin were splattered in gooey white, Mike's purple, spent cock inches from her covered skin.My cock surged back to life. I knew exactly why she was smiling. Mike may have been the one cumming on her face, but it was clear that she was taking this photo just for me.I reached down to my hardening cock and began to stroke frantically. It wasn't long before the image of Kerri's cummy face worked one more load out of me for the day.I arrived back home, dazed and spent, my cock and balls sore from the whirlwind of the last 24 hours. My step mom Kelly was there to greet me, a certain glow about her that could only mean one thing. I thought about the lusty alter-ego I had created for her in my mind, Kel, to separate the woman who helped raise me from the sexual creature who no doubt had spent the night with Brian last night.As Kelly talked I half listened, my mind wandering. I thought about my argument with Tara, and whether I was being unfair to her. I thought about how tomorrow was Monday, which meant I'd have to go back to work, have to interact with Letty for the first time since her domination of me Friday night. I thought about Kerri, about the feel of her body, the satisfied look on her face after I shot my cum on her; I thought about how wrong it felt, but also how good it felt. And finally I thought about Christine; what had we both discovered that we were too afraid to admit? I thought I knew, but I didn't know when the next time I'd see her would be. Not after tonight.At least until Kelly's words suddenly pierced through my daze and sent a cold lump into my stomach."Don't forget, sweetie, you've got the church youth camping trip next weekend!", oh, fuck.Chapter 26: Tim's boss teaches him a lessonThe church youth group camping trip was in four days, which meant that I had four days to think, and more specifically Over think, about what was going with Christine and I; where we stood, what we wanted, where we could possibly go from here, and what it all meant.If you had asked me just a few days ago if I was looking forward to it, I would have ecstatically said yes, and then probably zoned out, daydreaming about sneaking off from the group to get frisky in the woods. I'd picture myself leaning against a large rock, the only audible sounds the chirping of the birds in the trees and the moans vibrating around my hard cock as Christine worked it with her sweet, wet mouth.As I got close I'd suggest finishing in her mouth to avoid suspicion from the rest of our fellow campers, but then she'd pull off me with a hot gasp and demand I finish on her face. Hands stroking, my tip bobbing just above her lips I'd oblige, and with a stifled grunt and a hard deep breath I'd douse her in erratic white ropes.Fully spent, I'd look down at the pastor's daughter, a smile on her cum-covered face, and be struck by how beautiful she looked covered in my seed. And how nicely the colors of nature complimented her smoldering eyes.Or maybe she'd lay herself down among a bed of flowers, legs spread, her own petals on display and touch herself while I pleasured myself nearby. The bright colors would wrap her body in an erotic rainbow as she shook and shuddered beneath her fingers, her head turning to desperately suckle on the flared

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These days, things were spinning so fast and hard.By LiminallySpaced. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.Floating back to my car, dick still hard, I raced back home. I needed to process what had just happened with my boss Letty, but before that could begin, I needed to cum. It needed to be big, it needed to be hard.Stumbling through the door of Sandy and Don's apartment, I carelessly dumped my things on the floor, and made a beeline to their bedroom. I was being piloted by nothing but hormones and dirty lust at that moment, so I had no qualms about going into their stash of home movies and grabbing a new disc from the pile.I awkwardly yanked off my pants as the video started, tumbling my bare ass to the couch just as I heard Sandy's voice come from the tv.My cock had lost only a little buoyancy on the drive home, and I gave it some refreshing pumps while I watched Sandy walk in from sunning herself on a bungalow porch, her enormous breasts testing every limit of the small bikini she was wearing.Don, behind the camera, asked her how the porch was, and she responded by saying she just got done sucking Joe's cock, whoever that was. Don started asking her questions; how was his cock, did she swallow, was it a big load, etc.; and Sandy answered in kind as she stripped the miniscule bikini off her tits. His cock was big, his load was thick, and she swallowed "of course."My cock surged. Sandy dropped to her knees in front of Don, and with a big smile began to work her mouth over her husband's already hard cock. She sucked him with skill and pleasure, and gave him dirty answers about her encounter to all his dirty questions.I felt the pleasure inside me race and build just as much from the sound of her words as the visual of her suckling mouth. I closed my eyes and thought about Letty, about the otherworldly feel of her cunt, about all the things I wanted to do to her, and all the things I wanted her to do to me.I brought myself to the brink, pausing, teasing myself as I remembered the exquisite torture she had put me through. My eyes opened just in time to hear Don ask Sandy where she wanted his cum, and for Sandy, looking up at her husband with lustful adoring eyes from beneath his swollen cock to respond with "I want you to cum all over me, baby."That breathless request seemed to do it for Don and I both, and I managed to catch the first two thick ropes of cum leap and splatter onto Sandy's smiling face before the coil inside me snapped, and I ruined another shirt due to a cosmic explosion of cum and pleasure soaring at light speed out of the head of my cock.When I opened my eyes again, the video had moved on to another scene. I had no memory of the end of the last one; it was entirely possible that I blacked out.Lying there in a half-comatose daze, listlessly watching the beginnings of the next erotic adventure of my upstairs neighbors, a thought came to me. When I rustled my way through the box of erotic dvds, I realized that there was something wrong: one of them was missing. I knew this because the missing disc in question had a very specific name on it, one that I had definitely taken note of the previous night when Tara and I first found the stash.The missing disc was labeled "Brian."As I sat there, drenched in my own euphoria, casually watching Sandy begin a long, oily handjob to another thick-cocked stranger, I wondered where that disc had gone.There was only one person who could have taken it. I was going to have some questions for her at our lunch tomorrow.Chapter 24: Tim meets Kenny, talks with Tara, and watches Kerri & MikeRunning used to clear my head. These days things were spinning so fast and hard that I couldn't focus on running; no matter how hard or far I ran, I only thought about the variety of confusing situations I had found myself in. Situations that left my mind reeling, and my cock painfully hard.It had been a confusing week.Four nights ago my best friend Tara and I jerked each other off while watching one of my upstairs neighbors' many sextapes.I had no idea what was going on with Tara. We had shared sexual activities before, but as far as I knew she was in a relationship with my next door neighbor Sarah, and I couldn't imagine she would cheat on her. Plus, we had almost kissed afterward, which would have sent us barreling past a barrier that was still intact despite what our numerous recent shared sexual events would otherwise suggest, but we stopped dead in our tracks when we discovered that also featured on that sextape was my step-mom Kelly.Two nights ago I watched the rest of that tape, and drained my balls while watching my step mom get double penetrated by her best friend's husband and some mystery man named John.I had found the whole thing highly erotic, but strangely it didn't make me view my step mother in any troubling oedipal light. It actually made me feel closer to her, to understand her a bit better. I had no idea why.Then last night I met my boss after closing time for "training," which was not a lie, except the training I received was as her submissive sex slave. She bossed me around, forced me to eat her cunt, and didn't let me cum. It was torture, but I think I loved it.And now here, on Saturday, I was only twelve hours or so away from fulfilling my part of a deal with my friend's girlfriend, Kerri, to clandestinely watch them fuck via webcam so Kerri could get horny enough to cum. Not only that, but then I am supposed to send her a video of me cumming while watching them, and in return she will send me a picture of herself wearing a semen facial.And that's not even to mention my Christly friend with benefits Christine, the pastor's daughter who I may or may not be developing feelings for outside of the way her hands and mouth make me feel when she milks my cum into her mouth or onto her face.As an 18 year old, red-blooded male, I should have been ecstatic, but to be honest I was starting to forget which way was up.Rounding the corner coming back up to my house I spotted my next door neighbor Sarah stretching and preparing for a run of her own. A pale-skinned, redheaded bombshell, she was Tara's girlfriend, and also my longest standing crush.More recently, however, she had been a font of wisdom regarding my troubled love life, so the opportunity to pick her brain about some of my current problems seemed like a gift. A gift wrapped in tight athletic wear that showed off her amazing figure.Tara was a lucky girl.I was also lucky, as my bathroom window looked directly into her bedroom, which, until very recently, had no curtains to speak of. This was a voyeuristic boon for my young, hormonal self, and provided me with full, unencumbered views of her gorgeous, naked form.My mind instantly jumped back to Tara and I masturbating together, watching Sarah get fucked by her then-boyfriend. It was the first time I had ever seen Tara cum, and it was still the hottest thing I'd ever witnessed.I knew it was wrong to spy, but I couldn't help it. I was being driven by something other than common sense.As I drew closer, I waited for Sarah to turn to see me, at which point I waved and smiled. Sarah was the nicest person I knew, and was always quick with a big, beaming smile, which is why it was very surprising when she took one look at me, scowled, and began her run off in the other direction.I stopped, and immediately felt a knot start to form in my stomach. Had Tara told her what happened the other night?I stumbled into my house, a new anxiety-inducing problem stacked on top of everything else, only to find my step mother Kelly and her boyfriend Brian in the middle of breakfast. Brian had begun staying over, yet another life change I had to get used to.I made small talk, but quickly got a glass of water and made my way upstairs to shower, but not before catching a hand slide up Kelly's leg after a giggle shared between them. I began to think I was going to be seeing more of Brian in the mornings.Thinking about the scowl I got from Sarah, I peered out the bathroom window as I got ready to shower. Her new curtains were still drawn tight.My mind was still all over the place as I ran through my hired chores up in Sandy and Don's unit, and I came back to the public display of affection I saw downstairs. I was happy for Brian and Kelly, but having a new man in the house was still a feeling that required getting used to.Especially one who was being so forward with my step-mother.For some reason, maybe out of some weird subconscious feeling of being pushed away, after I finished my tasks I made my way back to the bin of homemade sex dvds, grabbed a few, and headed back to the tv room.I popped the first one in and scrubbed through a few videos of Sandy in all sorts of erotically compromising situations (including one involving a French maid outfit that I wanted to revisit later), but I was looking for something else. This time I was actively looking for a video with Kelly in it.I found one on the disc labeled "KENNY."This one opened in a hot tub. The joyous, giggling faces of Sandy and Kelly, drinks in hand, each clad in a flattering bikini top, laughed and joked with the man behind the camera. I recognized the voice of the camera man as that of Sandy's husband Don, who joked and laughed along with his two beautiful companions. They were discussing the arrival of the titular Kenny, and the fun he would add to their trip.They laughed, they joked, they drank, and then soon enough Sandy waded over to Don and he hoisted himself onto the lip of the tub. Both ladies squealed with laughter as he revealed he was already nude, hard, and ready to play. Sandy joined him, undoing her miniscule top and letting loose her impressive breasts, but Kelly (or "Kel" as she was known in these videos) didn't. She sat back and watched in rapt amusement as her best friend gave a few short priming strokes to her husband's cock, and then deftly took him into her mouth.Don gave his wife's ministrations plenty of screen time, but the camera kept finding its way back to Kel. He'd ask her dirty questions about what she was watching, and Kel would respond with few words, or sometimes not at all, but always a sultry smile. Sure it was hot that Sandy was sucking his dick, but the real eroticism came from watching Kel get hotter and hotter as she took it all in. He never asked her to join them; he didn't need to; he knew she would, once the heat inside her reached a breaking point.After Kel commented on the amazing view, Don quipped that she should add to it, and with a smile and a gulp of her drink, Kel reached up and undid her top, freeing her beautiful, full breasts. But still all she did was watch. Only then did I notice she only used one hand to loosen her top; her other hand was plunged beneath the water, clearly touching herself as she watched the erotic display before her.Then, a shudder, a shake, an involuntary closing of her eyes and gasping for air; she was cumming.Now a deep breath, a smile, a finishing of her drink, and slowly Kel waded over to join her friend at Don's cock. She and Sandy kissed, and began trading his hard, slick member back and forth between their mouths.Kel was so loving and attentive when she sucked him; she knew how to make him gasp and throb in ways that made it clear she had done this many times before.There was something so intimate about watching the three of them together. This wasn't just some weekend fuck tape, this was three people who deeply loved each other having fun pleasing each other.It made me think of Tara; is this what was on the horizon for us? Love, connection, and passion on a level wholly different than with anyone else? And what if it wasn't? What if crossing that line sent our whole relationship into a tailspin?Don groaned as the girls egged him on, their faces pressed together just above his cock as they stroked him, and they both cheered and laughed as the ropes of cum began to ping pong across their jubilant faces and over their knuckles; real joy expressed at Don's orgasm. These three were something else.I was hard as a rock the whole time, but I wasn't stroking myself. I was just watching. There was something almost wholesome about this lewd act they were performing, and I was enthralled.Kel took Don's cock in her mouth one more time, sucking long and hard before passing it back to Sandy to finish the cleanup. Then with a single finger and a satisfied smile she directed the stray streaks of cum on her face into her mouth, sucking the finger clean.My cock twitched hard.The next video started up and had an altogether different feel. Empty bedroom, static camera pointed directly at the bed.There was some low, inaudible dialogue, and then Kel strode into frame wearing a sheer, purple robe that stopped just past her hip, and nothing else. One hand trailed behind her, and it became quickly evident she was not alone. Her fingers were locked into those of a mystery man, one whose shirt was already off, but still had on his jeans.I had to assume this was the titular Kenny.Kel pulled him close, and the two talked softly to each other, smiling, passing their hands over exposed flesh, and then Kenny pulled her closer, and their mouths met in a deep, wet kiss. His hands gripped her ass tight, her hands squeezed his strong arms.A sharp tug at her hair tipped her head back, exposing her long, smooth neck and expelling a sudden gasp from her throat, then all at once his lips and his tongue danced along her flesh as her breath began to shorten.This wasn't the Kelly I knew, the woman in these videos was someone else. This was a completely different person. This was Kel. Kel was passionate. Kel was lusty. Kel was dirty. And as my hand idly squeezed my hard dick through my pants this compartmentalization was the only thing allowing me to accept that I was becoming a little obsessed with her.I suddenly wondered how quickly and secretly I could download these discs to my computer.The two lovers' lips met deep and wet again, and then Kel pulled back. She caught her breath, and danced her fingers down to Kenny's belt. She smiled and whispered as she unfastened his pants. She moaned with satisfaction when her hands became full with his cock.One final kiss, and Kel sank slowly to her knees, taking Kenny's pants and underwear down with her.While not as big as Don's, Kenny had a good-sized cock that stood out hard and proud before Kel's face. Her fingers traced over it gently as she examined it, looked up at him with a smile, and then softly took the tip into her mouth. Lips drew back slowly and deliberately as she worked more of him in and out of her mouth. I could tell by the attention and care she was giving him that this wasn't just going to be a nasty fuckfest; she wanted to enjoy it.Kenny's hands ran through her hair, encouraging her ministrations, occasionally pulling her off him completely, where she'd look up at him breathless and wanton. She was sucking him hard. She was telling him exactly what she wanted, and she never said a word.They stared at each other, hard, Kel's hand still fastened to the base of Kenny's throbbing cock. He traced her lips with his thumb, and then slipped it into her mouth. Her lips sealed tight and she sucked it as though it were his cock.His thumb left her mouth with an audible pop, and he helped her to her feet. While Kenny kicked off the crumpled pants around his ankles, Kel made her way to the bed. She turned back toward him, and delicately untied the thin fabric holding her sheer robe together, revealing her supple, naked body to him as he joined her.They kissed deep again. Their hands explored each other's bodies. Kel gasped as Kenny brought his mouth down around her hard nipple. He sucked, he squeezed, and soon it was his turn to drop to his knees, gently bringing Kel with him until she sat perched on the edge of the bed.Her legs butterflied open, and Kenny hungrily pushed his face between them. She let out a long, sweet "oh," as Kenny's tongue began its work. She sat upright for a blissful moment, thin robe open and draped off her shoulders, full breasts jiggling lightly with each breath, and then she was on her back, her smooth legs hoisted up in the air, thighs wrapping around Kenny's head.The angle of the camera made sure the details were obscured mostly by Kenny's back, but somehow that made it even hotter. Kel's legs flailed and curled around his head and shoulders while his hands did their best to hold her still. She moaned sweetly in mounting pleasure, but then let out a loud, guttural "Yes" when one of Kenny's hands drifted up to meet his mouth. The muscles in Kenny's back began to fire and his arm became a slow piston, and Kel's sweet moans turned into wanton cries.Kel's breathing turned into desperate gasps, and I heard what sounded like words suddenly escape her throat, but I couldn't make them out. I rewound the video multiple times, desperately trying to make out the sounds, and it was on the third watch that I recognized the sublime syllables:"I'm cumming!"From there her legs wrapped tight around Kenny and she began to writhe. His free arm gripped her body tightly to keep her as still as possible as he guided her through a raucous orgasm, her cries coming in concert with thrashing, shifting bedsheets.I wanted so badly to free my cock and enjoy this to the fullest extent, but I had a job that evening, and wanted to make sure I had a full tank.After coming down from her orgasm, Kel and Kenny relaxed on the bed together for a quiet sweet moment. I could hear their low voices, but couldn't make out what they were saying. Kel's liege shifted and slid against each other idly while Kenny's hand gently ran over her flat stomach and shifting thighs.

The Sex Tapes continueBy LiminallySpaced. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.Sandy looked at her gorgeous friend. Sandy loved her, truly; as did Don; and they both wanted so badly for her to be happy. They had all been friends for so long. Sandy thought back to the night they met, to the experience the three of them shared, and she felt something tingle inside her. It wasn't the first time she had thought about it, in fact there were many nights where she and Don would relive those events as they made love. They would sometimes expand on them, fantasize about them, and even though they never said it out loud, there was one element always missing."What if,” Sandy considered, “what if it wasn't with someone new?" Her hand went to Don's thigh. She felt him choke on his drink.The silence was deafening. Sandy tried not to squirm, to worry about what she might have just suggested. The next thing Kelly said was going to be extremely important."What do you mean?" Kelly said.They all knew exactly what Sandy meant.Kelly hadn't run screaming from the room though, and that was a good sign to Sandy."I mean, um, what I mean is,” for once Sandy was tongue tied. Despite their experience with other people, other couples even, Sandy wasn't sure how to proceed. This wasn't some random hook up, this was her best friend. Her best friend and her husband; the two people she loved most in the world.The two people she loved most.Looking her best friend in the eye she knew there was only one thing she could say. Sandy took one last big gulp of her drink, and slowly melted off the couch, down to her knees in front of her husband.Kelly still didn't move.Sandy's hands danced around Don's belt. She looked at her husband with her dark, seductive eyes. He nodded almost imperceptibly in approval.Kelly shifted in anticipation as Sandy's hands adeptly worked Don's belt and zipper. She tried to play it cool, but couldn't stifle a small gasp when her eyes took in the sight of Don's exposed cock. Thick, hard, and wonderful, it was exactly as she remembered it.Sandy warmed at the sigh her husband let out as her fingers danced up and down his length. Then she turned to Kelly. Instantly she was transported back in time to that night they all first met. This time, however, there was so much more between the three of them. So many years of love and friendship. She could see the flushing in her friend's chest already, and this time she knew the answer to the question even before she asked it."You wanna join us?"Kelly's throat was dry, probably because all the moisture in her body had been redirected between her legs. This felt wrong, it felt taboo, but good God, she was drenched. She had replayed that night they met over and over in her mind over the years, using the images and sounds burned into her memory as fuel for countless self-induced orgasms. She played out fantasies and scenarios about what would have happened if she had said yes to their invitation.She even told Pete about it once while they were making love. She rode on top of him, slowly grinding on his cock as she recounted every detail of the evening. Pete spurred her on with lewd, probing questions that only made her wetter, and him harder. Finally, just before they exploded together in mutual orgasm, he asked her if she wished she had accepted. Through ragged breaths and the beginnings of full-body spasms she choked out "Yes!"It became a fantasy they would play out from time to time, especially on nights the two hung out with Sandy and Don. After a nice night out, Kelly and Pete would retire to their bedroom, and on more than one occasion, while Kelly was sucking his dick, Pete would instruct her to close her eyes and imagine the cock in her mouth was Don's. It always had the desired effect, and Kelly's orgasms were always extra hard.Kelly sat there, eyes darting back and forth from Sandy, to Don, to Don's cock, to Sandy, for what felt like an eternity. She reached up and undid another button from her shirt, revealing the top of her cleavage.Don's cock throbbed.Sandy smiled.She doesn't remember moving, but all at once Kelly was on her knees next to Sandy, in front of Don's hard, straining erection. Her hand floated up. Her body suddenly flashed with hot electricity as her fingers brushed its firm, hot skin.Her eyes turned toward the throbbing member, and she licked her lips."Go ahead," Sandy's voice floated into Kelly's ear.Kelly gripped the bottom of Don's shaft gently, but firmly, parted her lips, and dropped her wet mouth over the head of Don's cock.All three of them groaned at the same time.A devilish smile of disbelief was on Sandy's face as she watched her best friend take her husband's cock in and out of her mouth. Judging by the look on Don's face, he couldn't believe it either.Kelly savored every inch of that cock. This had been a long time coming, and she wanted to experience it fully. Her cunt throbbed, wet and desperate, and she felt her body heating up with lust. This cock felt so good in her mouth. Not just because it was Don's cock, but because it was a good cock too. It was satisfying. Sliding up and down on it, practically drooling, she began to think of other ways it could be satisfying. She felt her cunt buzz again.In a feverish, lustful haze, Kelly regained awareness of her surroundings all of a sudden, and pulled all the way off Don's slippery rod with a loud pop. She sat back on her ankles, breath ragged. She coyly wiped her mouth, and then looked at her two friends."I'm sorry," she said between breaths, trying to regain composure. Sandy began to form a statement meant to reassure Kelly she did nothing wrong, but was stopped as Kelly finished her thought: "I didn't even offer you any."Sandy smiled, and leaned in, taking her husband's cock into her mouth herself.Kelly watched Sandy bob on Don's cock. She had never fully appreciated how sexy her friend was, but now she had a front row seat. She felt her cunt flood, and her nipples ache. Intense heat flooded her body, and without even realizing it, Kelly began unbuttoning the remaining buttons on her blouse.Don's gaze left the wet, pleasureful ministrations of his wife's mouth, and bounced over to Kelly as she removed her shirt. His cock surged; he had wanted to see those breasts ever since the night they met. Pale, supple, smaller than Sandy's but still substantial, Don's mouth (and cock) began to drool slightly. The tops of her globes held high and firm by a tasteful bra, deep breaths made them heave and push against the fabric. Her cleavage looked deep and tight, and Don fantasized about what it might feel like to slide himself between them. Pleasure boiled deep inside him.Sandy stopped her wet worship to watch the show as well, her thoughts coming very close to those of her husband, and used the opportunity to pass his cock back to her horny friend. Kelly didn't hesitate, sliding back into position, but a low croak from Don's throat stopped her before her mouth slipped back down his length"Wait," he croaked, the two gorgeous women turning quickly to check in with him, surprised to hear his hesitation. Don looked down at Kelly's big, doe eyes, her tongue idly working the edge of her lip in anticipation, and managed to get out two words: "bra too?"Sandy and Kelly both began to chuckle, and Kelly whispered back a syrupy "sure, Don, whatever you want."Those last three words sent a chill through Don's body, and he and his wife both watched in rapt attention as their friend reached up with one hand, unhooked the clasp, and let her bra slide down her arms and off her body.Don let out a low, appreciative moan. They were everything he had hoped for. Taking his cock back in her hands, slowly stroking him, Kelly gave him a moment to admire her free, naked breasts. She could tell by the locked gaze and slight smirk that he liked what he saw. And Kelly liked showing him, too. She liked the feeling of his eyes on her tits, it made her feel sexy. It made her feel wanted.Most of all it made her wetter than she'd been in years. Feeling the tingle of desire running through her, she leaned forward, and took Don's cock back into her mouth.Sandy watched her friend desperately devour her husband's penis, and made a decision. She slipped her own shirt off, followed quickly by her own bra, letting her two massive breasts swing free. Climbing back up onto the couch, she tucked herself in right next to her moaning, gasping husband, made sure her tits were in squeezing distance should he feel the need, and began lovingly stroking his chest and stomach as they both watched Kelly work.This was her night. She needed this. Sandy wanted her to have what she needed.The over stimulation of Kelly's mouth and Sandy's body was too much, and suddenly Don began to shiver and convulse.Kelly's tongue passed over the fat, smooth head of Don's cock and felt it flare. His balls pulled tight, and his cock grew even harder in her hands. Kelly smiled to herself.Sandy watched, her eyes darting back between her desperate, sucking friend, and her writhing, spasming husband. She squeezed her legs together, sending a bolt of pleasure through her body. A smile pulled at her lips as her best friend summoned a hard orgasm out of the man she loved. "That's it, baby, that's it," was all she said. She didn't know which one she was saying it to.Kelly felt a final strong surge in Don's shaft and then moaned as he began to fill her mouth with hot cum. She sucked and stroked, happily swallowing everything she was gifted. This was the first time in three years she had made a man cum. She was happy it was Don. His semen tasted good. She wanted it inside her.Eventually the pulses slowed, the spasms stopped, and all three felt their breathing return to normal. Kelly slowed the sweet suckling of her lips, and gently disengaged from Don's wilting member, a thin viscous strand of their shared fluids desperately clinging between her lips and his tip.Kelly modestly brought a hand to her mouth as she swallowed the last of Don's load, and the three friends sat in stunned silence, trying to figure out what just happened."Now what?" Kelly said, looking at the two of them. It was a loaded question, for sure.After considering the question for a moment, Sandy stood up. She looked down at her spent husband, and her clearly still horny best friend. Reaching down, she took Don's hand, then after a moment reached for Kelly's as well.The two new lovers stood up. Sandy leaned in and kissed Don hard, then did the same to Kelly. She could taste his semen on her lips."Round two." She said with a smile. She turned, and led her husband and her best friend by their hands into the bedroom.The erotic evening of discovery continued. Despite overwhelming feelings of lust and arousal at the lips of her friend, Kelly drew the line of exploration with Sandy at kissing (at least for this first night). This didn't limit their activities, however, as the two shared Don's recuperating cock between them, sucking, kissing, licking and stroking him back to rejuvenated hardness. It didn't take him long to get there, and pretty soon Don was fully hard and throbbing, thanks to the loving mouths of his wife and her best friend.He felt a certain sense of disbelief as soon the scene from the couch was mirrored in the bedroom, only this time Sandy was tucked in tightly to Kelly's side as Don pleasured Kelly with his tongue."Enough," Kelly said, "I want it. I need it."Kelly held her best friend tight. She could feel Sandy's nipples pressing into the side of her own breast. Her body tingled. Her breasts heaved atop wanton, nervous breaths as Don rose up from between her legs.His hands spread her thighs, and then lined up the thick flared head of his cock with her dripping cunt. He teased her for only a moment, spreading her juices around his tip, and then slowly pushed.Kelly felt Sandy's lips on her neck, and hands on her breasts as Don became the first man to enter her in three years.Her body was inflamed with sensation, and Sandy held her tight, guiding her through the feelings as Don thrust deeply and rhythmically.Soon Kelly writhed and shook, her breathing becoming ragged and labored, as orgasm seized control of her from head to toe. The image of Kelly cumming on his cock was too much, and Don too began to buck and shake. He pushed deep into Kelly's gasping tunnel and emptied himself into her warm center.Sandy gasped and cried out in joy as the two people she loved most shared such a beautiful, intimate moment.The three lovers collapsed into each other, a delirious, giggling tangle of vibrating flesh. Soon the wheel of pleasure slowly turned, and now it was Kelly pressed tight to Sandy as Don's tongue and fingers drove her toward ultimate pleasure.Her fingers danced over Sandy's steaming body. She had never touched another woman like this before. It was exciting and scary all at once. Soon she felt her best friend's body tremble, and shake, and heard the cries and moans of her pleasure. Kelly leaned in close, feeling the ragged breath of Sandy's orgasm on her cheek, and kissed her best friend.Sandy's body exploded in pleasure, an electric current of lust and love formed by Kelly's lips on her mouth and Don's lips on her cunt.The three lay together for a long while, each fully satisfied. Kelly knew things were changing, but somehow she also felt like this was how it was always supposed to be. Her thoughts drifted to the future; what this would be, where it would go, what other pleasures and experiences might be in store. She was ready for them. She wanted them. She wanted to have them with Sandy and Don."I think I have a lot of questions," she said finally, feeling Sandy's large breast sit heavy in her hand."I think we have a lot to tell you." Sandy chuckled."I can't wait." Kelly said, a smile beaming.Basking in the glow of her newfound satisfaction, Kelly's eyes lazily drifted across the room. She took in her surroundings, until her eyes caught the big lens of a home video camera on a tripod, pointed toward the bed."What's that for?"Chapter 22: Tim finishes watching the video"No, nope, nuh-uh, no way," I said, pacing back and forth across the living room. I was in shock.My upstairs neighbors and longtime family friends Sandy and Don had asked me to house sit for them. I had planned on a pretty quiet night until my best friend Tara had joined me. This led to us accidentally discovering a treasure trove of Sandy and Don's personal, explicit, home sex videos. This wasn't entirely surprising, given what I knew about Sandy and Don's rather adventurous sex life, and the first half of the video we chose to explore lived up to that expectation as it featured Sandy both sucking and cumming on a cock that didn't belong to her husband. It was the second half, however, that caught me so off guard; the part of the video we currently had paused; the part where Sandy took the camera into the bedroom and revealed her best friend bouncing enthusiastically on Don's dick.Her best friend who also just so happened to be my step mother Kelly."No, I don't, how is this possible? How could she,” I couldn't form a coherent thought. Kelly hadn't been on even a single date since my father died, and was a devout, church-going Christian, to boot. I could not reconcile that the sweaty, smiling woman with Don's thick cock up inside her was Kelly. I just couldn't."I mean, she's still a woman," Tara said, "everybody's got needs, right?""This isn't NEEDS, Tara, this is, GROUP Sex!" I practically shouted."I don't know, Miller," she said, a lusty smile on her face, "I think it's pretty cool, actually. Girl knows what she wants and goes out and gets it."I just stood there, aghast and livid, hands on my hips, shaking my head. Tara began to giggle."This isn't funny!" I croaked, but all she did was laugh harder.

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The Sex Tapes continueBy LiminallySpaced. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.Back on the screen, John had flipped Sandy around so she was on her hands and knees. She looked over her shoulder and wiggled her ass seductively, the camera picking up clearly how wet and well-fucked her cunt already was. Then John lined back up and Sandy let out a long, deep moan as he pushed his way deep inside her once again.His thighs slapped loudly against Sandy's ass as this mystery man fucked my step mom's best friend, and each hard thrust trigged a short moan of her pleasure. The camera looked primarily down at Sandy's ass, documenting the pistoning of John's cock in and out of her. This was fine enough, but I let out my own moan of approval when the lens turned toward Sandy's reflection in the big window.I had known Sandy for a long time. Spent time in her house, with her family; I'd seen her laugh and enjoy herself, but I had never seen her experience real pleasure. Not until that night. As the camera zoomed in on her crystal clear reflection, I was taken by the look on her face. Eyes closed, mouth hung open, those big, fat breasts hanging down, swaying back and forth as John drove into her from behind; I knew the pleasure in Sandy's body was building. Stephanie's mom was going to cum.The moment was electric. Tara's hand worked my cock with purpose; each stroke ended with a twist of her precum-slick hand on my tip, sending jolt after jolt of pleasure through me. She was jerking me off; Tara was jerking me off. And I had my fingers inside her.The tips of two slipped in and out easily, her body providing plenty of sweet fluid to help welcome me into her tight tunnel. Then I felt Tara's hand on my wrist, and she gently guided my hand into a position that produced the most pleasure for her. A long, low "Yesssss" escaped between her teeth like steam.My best friend was teaching me how to make her cum.Tara and I gasped and moaned as we pleasured each other, breaths getting more and more labored as we watched Sandy start to be overcome with sensation. "Don't you cum, don't you dare cum," she started chanting.I wanted to obey, I wanted to do what Sandy asked of me, but when Tara let out a loud, breathy yelp, and I felt the first spasms of her orgasming cunt squeeze my fingers, it was all over.Sandy's body shook, shuddered, and emitted a loud, joyous wail as her orgasm shot through her. A mantra of "yeah, baby, that's it, that's it, baby," from John guided her through her climax, his cock never leaving her trembling cunt.Tara was cumming, and it was still the hottest thing I had ever seen. Her hand on my cock had stopped stroking as her orgasm started, but it didn't matter; I was past the point of no return. She held her hand still at the base of my cock, squeezing, hanging on for dear life, and through the glorious pressure of her hand and the erotic sight of her orgasm, my balls lurched, my cock began to spasm, and pleasure washed over my person, jumping out of my cock head in hot, white streams.I moaned, I gasped, and Tara looked over, riding out the end of her orgasm, as cum poured out of my cock like lava over her hand.Finally Sandy fell forward, a heap of heavy breaths and orgasmic aftershocks, and the two of them began to laugh.Tara and I sat still, hands still locked on each others' genitals, trying through labored breaths to wrap our minds around what just happened.We looked at each other in silence."Jesus Christ," Sandy chuckled, "that cock of yours is something else!""You're so fuckin' hot, baby," John said in that southern drawl, "it's so hot when you cum for me!"Sandy laughed again, caught her breath and said "You better not have cum, mister, because this is just the beginning; you've got some work to do!" Rising to her feet gestured for John to follow her to the bedroom.The exhausted look on Tara's face couldn't hide the lust that still remained. Her nipples were still hard, her hand still held my cock. Between deep breaths I saw her lick her lips.She squeezed. I barely registered the images of Sandy and John approaching the bedroom door with giggles and laughs on the screen.Tara's body shifted toward me slightly. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, my fingers still inside my best friend's cunt, our lips started to float toward each other.This was a moment long overdue. Her glistening lips looked delicious. I couldn't wait to taste them. I couldn't wait to see what would happen after I tasted them. I couldn't wait to taste other parts of her, to feel other parts of her,, but I was going to have to.We had stopped paying attention to the video on the screen, both stuck in our own private erotic universe, but as Sandy knocked on the bedroom door, the words that followed rocketed me back to earth at light speed."What do you think," Sandy said through the door with a big smile, John making sure to film her hand still idly fluffing his cock, "are you ready for him Kel?"I froze. I whipped my head back toward the tv. It couldn't,Moans and whimpers came from behind the bedroom door, getting louder as Sandy pushed it open.There's no way,Greeting Sandy and John with a big smile was Sandy's husband Don. He was on his back on the bed, straddled by a naked woman enthusiastically riding his considerable cock."Tim, is that,” Tara said, sharing my disbelief, but I had no words, because as John brought the camera into the room and circled around the fornicating couple, his lens revealed the identity of this lusty, mystery rider.Greeting John's camera with a smile, breathlessly fucking her best friend's husband, was my step mother Kelly.A Brief detour: The history of Kelly, Sandy, & DonKelly was turning 30 years old. Like many other women her age she had hopes and dreams of what her third decade might bring, but what Kelly definitely didn't expect when she turned 30 was to be a single mother for the second time.Kelly met her first husband, Roger, in college, a friend of a friend who stepped in one night when her planned date bailed on her. Kelly didn't get out too much, always head down in her studies, and she had gone all out for this date. She did her hair, wore her tightest pants and her nicest blouse, even borrowed a push up bra from her roommate to make sure all her assets were on display.She was excited. She had met her date at a party a week or so ago, a party she almost didn't go to, save for the urging and encouragement of her best friend Sandy. The opposite of Kelly, Sandy was a social butterfly, far more interested in the more enjoyable side of college life. That's not to say Sandy wasn't a good student though. She was the gifted type who could party through the weekend and not remember any of it, while also being ready to go for an exam on Monday. Sandy and Kelly were inseparable, and Sandy had been there to help Kelly broaden her horizons ever since day one.Sandy and Kelly met the night of the first formal dance at their college. 18 years old, and away from home for the first time, Kelly was excited to share a luxurious night out with her boyfriend. High school sweethearts, they were both shy virgins when they got together. They made love for the first time one summer night after graduation, and even though it was short, and not entirely pleasurable for Kelly, it excited her to no end. She was now a sexual person, a woman, and she thought she had found her person. They had shared this intimate, intense experience, and she was sure the connection they now shared would carry them into many years of love.Unfortunately what it brought was only a couple more awkward sexual experiences together in between shifts at their respective summer jobs and an uncertainty about where their relationship was headed.Their last night together had been enjoyable enough, seemingly for both of them."Do you think maybe you could suck my dick next time?" He asked as she climbed off his softening penis, and back into the passenger seat of his car.Kelly was taken aback. Admittedly she was a little hesitant (one might even say afraid) of putting a hard penis in her mouth, of giving up that much control, but as she looked down at herself, plump tits still exposed and red from sucking, bunched up skirt barely covering her wet, swollen cunt, she couldn't help but wonder what she had done wrong. She had taken his cock inside her and milked him with her body until he exploded, and didn't even complain or feel cheated that she once again hadn't cum herself. But apparently he was still feeling unsatisfied."Uh, sure,” she said, trying to organize all the thoughts swirling in her head, “I don't see why not."There wouldn't be a next time before they both left for college, and Kelly would be lying if she wasn't slightly relieved. Not so much because she didn't want to suck his dick, she was willing to try it if that's what he wanted, but more so because something felt off. She couldn't put her finger on what it was, but it was something.College started, and Kelly began focussing on her studies. She did her best to talk to her boyfriend as often as possible, but as these things go, nightly turned into twice a week, which turned into weekly, which turned into bi-weekly. The dance was coming up however, and Kelly saw it as the perfect opportunity to rekindle things. They had both been focused on school (or so she thought), but the dance would be the chance for them to focus on each other, and she was ready. If he wanted his dick sucked, she was going to suck his dick.Having a boyfriend who went to a different school, Kelly wasn't on the market, but she wasn't dead either. She still had needs, and as she was a great student, her regular self-pleasure sessions became erotic study sessions. She touched herself to a wide array of "research material" she found on the internet, and as her cunt began to develop a pavlovian response to the images of a hard cock being loved on by the mouth of a beautiful woman, she began to understand it. To want it.She was looking forward to it. She fantasized about feeling the spongy head with her tongue, about feeling his hard shaft slide between her lips. She wondered how much of him she'd be able to take in her mouth, what she'd be willing to do when it came time for him to shoot his load. She wanted nothing more now than to suck her boyfriend's cock, and she was going to rock his world at the dance.Then the phone call came.Sandy was on her way to the showers, the first step in preparation for what she knew was going to be an amazing night. She was getting ready to go to the formal dance with her boyfriend Don, and she wanted everything about her look to be perfect. Sandy and Don had met at the local bar the first week of college, and they had been joined at the hip ever since. Or, more specifically, joined at the crotch. Sandy was no virgin when they met, she had her fair share of fun in high school, but there was just something different about Don. A different feeling. A different energy.Don was a junior, and wasn't looking for a new relationship. He had just had his heart broken and was out with some friends, looking only to hang out and have drinks, when across the room his eyes fell on the most gorgeous thing he had ever seen in his life: a wild mane of dirty blonde hair; a smile that could only be described as lusty; a pert, tight ass, and two, large, supple breasts encased in a tight, low cut shirt, boiling over with deep cleavage.Suddenly he found himself wondering what those breasts felt like in his hands, what her nipples tasted like, what she sounded like when she orgasmed. He found his way over to her by the bar, where she accepted the drink he bought her with a smile. By the end of the night he found himself balls-deep in her cunt, her lovely body bent over the hood of a car. He got to feel those breasts, taste those nipples, and hear those orgasmic sounds as she spasmed around his hard cock.Don's balls began to boil, and as he announced he too was going to cum, he only then realized they were too caught up in their lust to remember a condom, but it was no matter; without missing a beat after his climactic announcement, Sandy breathlessly offered three words back: "In my mouth." This sent a surge to his balls, but it was the fourth word she choked out after catching her breath that sent him careening over the edge: “please."His cock stiffened harder than iron, and in almost a single, smooth motion, he slipped his cock out of her cunt, and Sandy melted down to her knees, taking him into her mouth. Don felt one hand on his balls and another gripping his hip, and after no more than three or four bobs of her head, his whole body tensed, and this girl he'd just met received a mouth full of hot cum.She looked in his eyes as she swallowed, and suckled gently on his softening tip as his breath came back to him. They both smiled. They both laughed. They both knew this was something special.That night was only the first of many that Sandy and Don spent together. That night had been erotic, electric, dirty and explosive, which is exactly why Sandy put the breaks on the physical stuff for the next couple weeks. Don's cock was perfect for her, and he had made her cum harder than any man had at that point, but she wasn't just looking for a quick fuck from this guy; she wanted to see if their chemistry extended outside the bedroom as well.Don was a total gentleman on their much more chaste followup dates, never pushing, never pressuring, just happy to spend time with Sandy and get to know her. It was this chivalry, on top of the fact that he was legitimately an amazing guy, that sent her home soaking wet, where she would attack her dildo with purpose, cumming long, hard, and loud into her pillow.They both knew what was in the air the night they went to watch their mutual friend play basketball for their college team. Few words were said, but few words were needed, as the smiles on their faces spoke volumes. After saying goodnight to their friends, they drove silently back to Don's apartment, slipped into the bedroom, and made long, slow, passionate love throughout the night.This time when Don gasped, and his balls pulled tight to his body, there would be no pulling out. Sandy's legs gripped him closer than ever, and she felt every pulse of his spasming cock as her body milked his cum into hers. Breath left her body and with Don's bare cock still pumping inside her, Sandy began to cum as well. It would be the first of many barriers brought down between them, and soon they would begin to explore every corner of each other's desires and fantasies, something they would continue to do deep into their eventual marriage.Sandy was excited about the dance because she was planning to explore one of those corners of fantasy that night; she wanted everything to be perfect, because she was going to give Don her anal virginity. She had had fingers, toys, even the stray tongue in there in the past, but she'd never committed to letting a cock penetrate her ass, and that night she was ready to give it to Don.As she made her way toward the showers she thought about the evening, about the act. For the first time in a while, she was nervous. She practically knew Don's cock front to back at that point, but still, anal was something totally new for her. His dick was long, and it was thick, and her ass was very tight. She wondered if he'd be able to fit it all in; what it would feel like for him to fuck her; what it would feel like when he came.A drizzle of arousal began to trickle down into Sandy's loins as she entertained the thoughts, but she was suddenly brought back to earth by the faint sounds of sobbing.Rounding the corner of the hall into the common area, she saw a cute brunette curled up on the couch, her head in her knees, doing her best to muffle the sounds of her sadness."Hey, are you ok?" Sandy inquired. With a long sniffle and a start, the brunette picked her head up, and Sandy and Kelly met for the first time.The two clicked instantly, sitting and talking as Kelly vented her frustrations and sadness about her boyfriend. Not only would he not be coming to the dance, but he was breaking up with her."He said we had grown apart," Kelly said through sniffles, "but I could tell it was something else. I knew there had been something else for a while, so I kept pushing, and finally,” she trailed off."Was there someone else?" Sandy asked, placing a comforting hand on Kelly's knee. Kelly nodded."And there had been for a while. Some skank from our high school - he had been cheating on me since before we even left for college!" Kelly said angrily,"Oh, sweetie, I'm so sorry!""And I know why, too; Christ, it all makes sense now; I mean I had, I mean we had, a few times, but I never, and he found some skank who WOULD!"Sandy was admittedly a little confused, but also found Kelly's shyness very cute. "I'm not sure I follow, sweetie, what are you; ""He broke up with me because I wouldn't suck his dick." Kelly just blurted out."Oh!" Sandy said, seeing things clearer now. "So you never, ""No, we Did, and that's the thing! We had sex! Multiple times! And he still wasn't satisfied! And I mean neither was I, but you didn't hear me complaining,” she said with a chuckle as she wiped her nose."So wait, he never made you cum?" Sandy said, Kelly's eyes going wide at the unexpected candor of her language."Nope." Kelly shook her head"Never? Not even doing other stuff?""Nope.""So let me get this straight," Sandy began, taking all the info in, "this guy, who never made you cum, ever, but who got to experience all the pleasures your body had to give him, broke up with you because you wouldn't put his sad little pecker in your mouth?"

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In this episode, Tracey and Kelsey discuss these three anonymous questions:1) I love my husband and I'm very attracted to him. But for some reason, I have to picture a scene from porn to reach orgasm with him. I'm very much in my head when having sex in general, and find myself thinking about a million things that aren't related to sex during it. How can I change this pattern of having to play these images to climax? Is it something you've heard of before?2) I have been seeing an amazing man for two years. He's chivalrous, loving, we have sex often, and it's good. But, he seems to be permanently horny and comments constantly about my bum and boobs and how much he loves my body. Then he gropes me and gets turned on. I don't want that attention when I'm doing the washing up or reading a book or watching telly. I've tried laughing it off or being flattered or just moving his hands away, but when I don't respond the way he wants, he gets moody.After much prodding on my part, he admitted he feels rejected and hurt when I don't react favorably to his advances. I love how attentive he is, but I feel stifled by it when I'm trying to have time by myself. How can I politely decline the attention without him feeling rejected and getting in another mood that lasts for days?3) My daughter is 12 years old and we've been pretty open with her about sex, body parts, and how things work. I grew up in a house where there was zero sex talk, which resulted in lots of sexual issues I had to deal with later in my life in a therapist's office. So, I'm determined to raise my daughter without the shame I was brought up with. When she hit puberty, I mentioned masturbation to her. I told her that this is a normal thing lots of women do and enjoy, and I mentioned that there is a spot on a women's body which feels intensely pleasurable. I told her we could talk about it more if she wanted, thinking this would probably be in a couple of years. But, a few days later she asked me to show her the spot and explain what to do to get pleasure. The question blindsided me. We were driving, so I told her we could talk about it later. She's forgotten about it momentarily, but now I'm at a loss of what to do. I want to be honest and open, but she's only 12! Is it too early to show/talk about that stuff? If not, what's the best way to go about it? Any advice will be much appreciated!To have Tracey and Kelsey discuss YOUR secret sex question, enter it anonymously at https://bit.ly/3C4AelUWant a copy of Tracey's book, Great Sex Starts at 50? Enter code GREATSEX on ChronicleBooks.com for 30% off! Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Tim visits ChristineBy LiminallySpaced. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.We settled in the spacious living room, and as we made awkward small talk on the couch it became clear that neither of us really knew how this was going to go. This wasn't a clandestine meeting in a car or a changing room, this was alone, full privacy, in her house.Attempting to break this odd, new ice, I leaned in to kiss her. It was a futile attempt as she quickly and politely popped up and made her way to the tv to grab the remote control."You wanna put on a movie or something?" She said nervously, fidgeting with the controls. I could tell something was wrong. Or at least unsure."Hey, what's wrong?" I asked, honestly wanting to know what was irking my friend."Oh, God, I knew it, I knew I was going to mess this up," she said, pacing back and forth, finally coming to rest back on the couch, turned towards me. "This is just, I'm just nervous.""About what?""About, this."I chuckled a bit at the thought. "Christine, it's not like we've never, ""I know," she said, cutting me off, "but it's, different." She took a moment to collect her thoughts before continuing. "It's just that we're here, in my house, no interruptions, comfortable, I'm just worried that maybe we're going to get Too comfortable, and we won't be able to stop ourselves."Ah, there it was."Is that why you're dressed like you're going on a ski trip?" I joked. She nodded with an embarrassed smile. "Is that what happened with Eric?" I said, a bit more seriously.She nodded again."We were here, on this couch, together, alone, kissing, and then we were naked." The image was vivid in my head as my cock strained against my pants. "And I could feel him against me, and I was so, wet,” my cock twitched again. It always twitched when this good Christian girl got descriptive in her naughtiness. “ and we thought it was what we both wanted, and then I felt him pushing into me, I felt him inside me," she paused a moment as she rolled up to the true confession of the story, "and I felt awful, because it felt so good."I took her hand in mine. This was a real crisis for her, and one I definitely was not going to take lightly, despite the raging rod of hormones in my pants."You don't need to be ashamed, Christine," I said, trying to comfort her, "it's the most natural thing in the world, but I also understand where you're coming from. And that's why you don't have to worry about us tonight." She looked up at me, almost teary-eyed. "We have our rules in place for a reason, and I'm not going to let either of us break them."She smiled at me, and pulled me in for a deep kiss. It was a good kiss, but when I felt her hand slide toward my crotch I stopped her."But," I said, pulling away from that great kiss, "I'm also not going to let you feel ashamed of your body and for wanting to experience pleasure, so I want to try something different tonight, ok?" Christine gave me a suspicious look. "It won't break any of our rules, I promise. You just need to trust me. Do you trust me?"She took a moment to think, and then slowly nodded her head. I believed her."Ok good," I said, standing up, holding out my hand, "now let's go to your bedroom; I want you to be as comfortable as possible for this."Reluctantly, she took my hand and led me to her bedroom.Christine's bedroom was the bedroom of a late-teenage girl who was excited about life. There were posters, books, charms and trinkets, but it was all very neat, all very clean. In the middle of the room was a large double bed, impeccably made, and a comfy-looking lounge chair next to a nearby end table.I thought about that bed as I led her to sit on the edge. I wanted to share it with her. I wanted to be wrapped up in the sheets, deep inside her, but no, that wouldn't be happening. Not tonight.We have rules.I stepped up to her and leaned down to kiss her again, my hands running up her neck and into her long hair. She moaned, and I felt her hand begin to idly stroke the bulge in my pants. I let her do it; I wanted her turned up to 11 for this.We kissed deeply, passionately, and her groping became more insistent. I could tell her hips were squirming around beneath her. She was extremely turned on. That's when I pulled away.Leaving her momentarily breathless, I walked over to the lounge chair, and sat down. Christine smiled as she stood up, moving to join me, no doubt anticipating that I might want a blow job, but I put my hand up, stopping her."I don't want you to be ashamed of yourself, or afraid of your body," I said, as she looked on confused but aroused, "so we're not allowed to touch each other tonight. That's the new rule.""What?""We're only allowed to touch ourselves, ok?""Tim, I don't know, I've never, ""I know, and that's the point. I want you to be selfish. To explore.""What about you?""I'll be here to guide you and encourage you, while I enjoy the show. ok?"Her eyes flicked down to the hardness in my pants. She nodded with a smirk.I got up, clicked off the bedroom light, leaving only the dull mood lighting of nearby lamps to illuminate the scene. I took my seat in the lounge chair again."I want you to take off your pants. And then your shirt."Christine nodded, and slowly began to unbutton her jeans. Her hips shimmied deliciously as she peeled them down her long legs, revealing white, high-cut panties clinging tight to her womanly lips and the cheeks of her ass.Kicking her pants across the floor she paused momentarily, then reached down to the hem of her sweatshirt. Crossing her arms and gripping the edge of the garment, she raised her arms up, slowly revealing to me first the smooth skin of her flat stomach, and then the matching white, demi cup bra. Arms stretched up over head she pulled the sweatshirt completely off, and tossed it on the floor with her jeans.I took in the sight before me, and my hand mindlessly dropped to the straining bulge in my pants and squeezed. Christine never took her eyes off of it."Please, let me touch you," she said, eyes locked on my bulge.I just shook my head and smiled. "Now the bra, and then the panties."Now it was her turn to shake her head. I thought for a moment I had pushed things too far, until she followed up with "your clothes first."I smiled again, and stood up. There was barely three feet between us, yet the tension made it feel like we were miles away.I pulled off my shirt and slid down my shorts, and in a show of solidarity, I then peeled off my underwear as well, freeing my hard, thick cock to the night air."Is this ok?" I asked, before moving things forward again.She nodded.Then, in a moment I will never be able to delete from my mind, Christine, the pastor's daughter, my friend from church, reached up, unclipped her bra, and let the cups fall away from her chest. Her small, modest breasts created a lovely swell off the flat of her chest, and her nipples stood out so hard that it seemed like they were reaching out to me. What a sight. They were as beautiful as I had imagined, if not more so. Not nearly enough to slide my cock between, but plenty still to grab and squeeze, with nipples perfect for sucking.But not tonight. Tonight we had rules.Christine wasn't done; her hands slid to the band of her panties, and drew them down off her hips, revealing to me a perfect, tight cunt with a perfectly groomed triangle of hair practically pointing like an arrow to her clit. A clit I desperately wanted to lick and suck. A cunt I wanted to feel squeeze tight around me.But not tonight. Tonight we had rules.My cock bobbed in a surge of arousal as we both drank in the sights of our nude bodies on display for each other. "Wow,” was all I could muster up to say in the moment, eliciting a bashful smile from Christine."Now," I said, sitting back down in the chair, "I'm going to stay right here, and I want you to go lie down in your bed. Make yourself comfortable."After a moment, she turned to move toward the bed, and I got my first glorious view of her perfect naked ass as she climbed in.Comfortable on her back, one knee kicked up slightly, she looked back toward me. Toward my hard cock.I reached down with one hand and gently and languidly began stroking myself. Her eyes never left it. Her legs began to fidget and squeeze with obvious arousal."Does it turn you on to watch me touch myself?" I said, taking in how entranced she was."Yes," she said almost breathlessly."What are you thinking about as you watch me?""How much I want to feel it, taste it, ""Is it making you wet?"She nodded in the affirmative, her legs shifting and squeezing quite a bit now."Prove it," I said quietly so as not to break the mood.She was confused. "What? How?""Reach down with your hand. Feel with your fingers how wet you are. I want to see it on your fingers."Hesitantly, and still never letting her eyes leave the stroking hand on my cock, she slipped her fingers between her legs. Her eyes finally closed and a sigh escaped her mouth as she dipped into the wetness.Eyes opening ever so slightly, she retrieved her hand and held it up to me. Sure enough her fingers glimmered in the low lamplight, and a thin string of sticky fluid arched between them.This girl was drenched."Good," I said with a smile, "now I want you to close your eyes, and touch your body all over.""How?" She said back. It was a strange question, but given the situation, and her lack of self-love experience, I guess it wasn't that strange."Touch yourself, like you'd want someone else to touch you. Close your eyes, forget I'm here, and explore yourself like a lover."She smiled as she closed her eyes. Her hard nipples rose and fell heavily now. She was in.She started with her face. Her fingers danced over her cheekbones, dipping between her lips before they moved down the length of her neck.She dripped over her prominent collarbone, but hesitated when she reached the flat of her chest. Her breathing got more labored as she stroked back and forth, nervously. I knew instantly she wasn't teasing herself, she was nervous to touch her own breasts for the purpose of pleasure, timid about triggering those hard, pink nipples of hers. Apprehensive to send joyous spikes through her body."It's ok," I said, trying to encourage her, "make yourself feel good."Her eyes were squeezed shut in that adorable grimace she had when she was focusing on sex. Her hands swirled around the flat of her chest one more time, and then bypassed her tits completely, sliding down to her stomach, and then over her hips and thighs.She wasn't there quite yet, but I knew that with enough motivation, there would be nowhere else she would want to go."What are you thinking about?" I said, stroking my own rigid arousal lazily as I watched Christine timidly feel around her body."I don't know," she said with a nervous smile, "what SHOULD I be thinking about?""Think about things that turn you on, that get you wet, maybe something you've done in the past, maybe something you'd like to do in the future, "Christine exhaled lustily as an image clearly entered her mind."Tell me." I urged, "tell me what you're thinking about.""I'm thinking about,” she began, fighting through her own shyness, “ I'm thinking about, ""Yes?""I'm thinking about, the first time I had, the first time I had Eric in my mouth." Her body began to squirm more. Whether she knew it or not, she was teasing herself pretty good by skipping over her erogenous zones."Had Eric's what in your mouth, Christine?" I said, trying to direct her toward the freeing path, "His cock?"That shy smile returned and she nodded her head.

Chapter 18: Stephanie says good byeBy LiminallySpaced. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.Hot, wet lips raced up and down the length of my cock. Hands stroked me rhythmically and squeezed my churning balls."Yeah, baby, fuck, yes," I chanted, the hot boil of explosive love building inside me.Wet, wanton slurps came in time as her lips slipped off my cock on each stroke. Her eyes never left mine. "Um Hmm, umm hmm" she moaned into my rod, her head bobbing deliciously and with purpose, summoning the pleasure out of my body."Fuck, I'm gonna cum, baby, I'm gonna cum!" I bellowed, my body beginning to buzz.Pulling her lips off me she never broke eye contact, and never stopped stroking. Licking her lips, with a smile she moaned out "Do it, baby, cum for me ;  I want it all over me!"Eight hours earlier I was having lunch with Tara, my cock securely in my pants, when my stomach dropped like a rock."Am I what?" I croaked out.I had come to this get-together specifically because I needed someone to talk to about the text message I received last night, and my response to it, but Tara had prepared other things on the menu, things I was not expecting."Are you having an affair with Kerri?" She said bluntly. There was no judgment in her eyes that I could see, but I think she was waiting for my reply, ready to size me up. I was bad at lying in general, and terrible at lying to Tara, but I wasn't sure I was ready to spill the details on something even I wasn't totally sure of."What would make you even ask that?" I said, trying to match her cool."I thought it was weird that you were just hanging around her house after everyone left," she began, an interrogative glint in her eye, "so after we talked I hung around too, and I watched you sneak around the back and go in through the back door.""I'm not having an affair with Kerri," I said truthfully, but also feeling my skin get hot as she had me dead to rights."Then what? Were you robbing her? I didn't see Mike leave, did you have a three way with them or something?" Tara's smooth, pale leg bounced and crossed over her knee as she chipped away at me."Ok, ok, enough," I sighed in defeat. It was no use, she was going to get it out of me eventually. I looked at Tara. She had an eyebrow cocked that combined with her bouncing leg I couldn't tell if it was impatience, or excitement. Either way I had to fess up. I took a deep breath. "I was helping Kerri with a, problem.""A problem?" Tara repeated, intrigued by my vagueness."Yes," I continued. "So the night of the graduation party, after I saw, you know, "The corner of her lip crested up briefly into a smile as she remembered how I secretly watched her and my next door neighbor Sarah have hot sex mere feet from my face.“ well when I got back to my car, I caught Mike and Kerri fucking in my back seat." I said quietly."Ooh, good for them," Tara said with a smile, leaning in to hear more."Yeah, well, Kerri caught me peeping, and at the party last night she pulled me aside to tell me that it really turned her on.""So what's the problem?" Tara said, not seeing the full picture."Well apparently Mike hasn't been getting the job done; he cums too fast. So since me watching them turned her on so much,” I paused not for effect, but a little hesitant to tell this to anyone, even Tara, “ she asked me if I'd secretly watch them have sex so she could finally get to cum."Tara took it all in for a minute."Wow, Tim, that's pretty wild," she said with a chuckle, "I wish you had just told me, I would have loved to have joined you; just like old times!" She winked at me, and my cock twitched as I thought about the voyeuristic experience we shared, watching Sarah get fucked. "So what did you do, just stand there? Or did you, you know,” she said, making a sly jerk off motion with her hand."She told me she'd be insulted if I didn't, so I stood there in the shadows behind a book case and jerked off while I watched them fuck. But I,” I caught myself before I got really into the weeds about my request of Kerri, and the photo she sent me. "Nevermind.""Well, did it work?" She said, all in on this story, "did she cum?""Oh yeah, big time," I said with a slight chuckle. Tara matched it."And, did you?" She said, dipping down into a syrupy sultry tone."No," I said, "they finished before I did, and I felt weird about just standing there jerking off in the shadows, so I bailed.""Aww," Tara said in a disappointed tone. She seemed legitimately sad to hear I didn't cum. "So what's Kerri's body like?""Fantastic. She's got that athletic thickness, and her tits, oh my god.""Really?" Tara said, eyes going wide"Yeah," I continued, "big, juicy, amazing tits." I pictured those amazing tits in my mind's eye, splattered in cum."Are you gonna do it again, or was it a one time thing?""I honestly don't know. I'm not sure I want to do it again." My first lie. I did want to do it again. I wanted to see those tits painted in cum for real."Uh huh,” Tara said skeptically. Like I said, I was terrible at lying to her. "Mike and Kerri,” she said wistfully, “ can't say I wouldn't like to see that."I chuckled nervously, not quite sure how to respond to that statement. Regaining my composure, I tried to start in on what I really wanted to talk about, but I watched Tara's gaze leave my own and follow someone's movement behind me."Speaking of tits," she said in amazement, "that girl who just came in behind us is STACKED."The drop in my stomach returned. The previous two times Tara and I had come here for lunch, my path had crossed with Rachel, the big-titted church girl who I hooked up with after her prom. I turned as slyly as I could to see the object of Tara's ogling eyes, and sure enough, sitting down for lunch with the same male friend as before was Rachel. And boy was Tara right.Beneath the low neckline of her summer sundress her large tits were held up high and proud, a tasteful amount of deep cleavage presented to the world. My cock surged momentarily as I looked at her exposed collar bone and flat of her chest, and remembered that streak of my cum that had clung to it."That's Rachel," I said, turning back toward Tara before being spotted, "the girl I went to prom with.""The church girl who was grossed out by your cum?""Yeah," I said bashfully."I see," she said mischievously, taking a sip of her drink, "so what was it you wanted to talk about, anyway?"I had wanted to talk about the text message I got last night, and what I should do about it, but I was so all over the place at this point between admitting my voyeuristic fling with Kerri, and seeing Rachel again that I just bailed."Eh, nevermind, it's not a big deal," I lied, and brushed it off. Truth was it was a big deal, but one I was going to have to handle myself. Tara sensed I wasn't being entirely truthful, but she didn't press the issue. We just went back to our food and enjoyed our time together.After paying the check, Tara went off to the bathroom, and I looked over at Rachel. Her companion had also gotten up for the moment, and she was alone. I couldn't hide this time, and our eyes met. This was silly. We had shared an awkward sexual moment, sure, but that didn't mean we couldn't ever talk to each other again!Steeling myself for the worst, I walked over to say hi. She met me with a polite smile, but I think she was as nervous about this as I was."Hey!" I opened with, trying to keep it casual, "long time no see!" We both chuckled nervously. "This was the third time I had seen you here, so..I figured it would be impolite to say hi.""Yeah, it's crazy we keep crossing paths like this. How've you been?"I had just begun to continue our small talk when I felt a hand slither across my shoulders, and another across my stomach."Tim, can we go now? You promised me some more after lunch!" Tara said as she wriggled her body close to mine. I tensed up. What was she doing?"I..uh.." I had no idea what to do, so I continued to be polite. "Rachel, this is Tara, Tara, this is Rachel."Tara reached out her hand, and Rachel reluctantly met it to shake."Pleasure to meet you," Tara said, before laying it on extra thick "Oh my god, you've got such amazing breasts!"I went beet red"Um..thanks?" Rachel said, starting to flush herself."I'm so jealous, seriously," Tara continued ridiculously, "but then again I've never had any complaints, and I guess I've still got plenty of canvas for my little artist here, don't I?"Now Tara and I had shared some intense experiences, but there was always still a distance maintained between us. A tension. When Tara pulled herself back into me, all of a sudden that distance was gone, and for the very first time, in service of a crass joke, we kissed. It was a thick, over the top, sloppy kiss at first, but then there was an electricity that passed between us. The world fell away, and there we were, Tim and Tara, tasting each others' lips for the first time.It was a good kiss.When the kiss finally broke, it took a moment for each of us to come back to earth, and then breathlessly, Tara launched back into her schtick."It was lovely to meet you, Rachel," she said, looking back at Rachel, whose chest and neck had flushed fully red at our display, "But we have to go - he promised he'd paint me again after lunch." Tara's hand snaked down to the front of my pants. "I just love it when he paints me," she said with a wink as she squeezed my cock. My hard cock. Feeling the bar in my pants, she broke character for a minute, shooting me a surprised look.Like I said, it was a good kiss.I gave an embarrassed wave to Rachel, and headed off, the level of mortification I felt matched only by the amount of arousal."You are fucking insane," I said to Tara as we left the cafe."I know, but she deserved it," Tara said with a smile. "Hey what are you up to tonight?" She said after an awkward moment of silence."I've got plans, unfortunately" I said back. It was true. I was meeting the sender of that text message, but suddenly, suddenly I felt the urge to cancel. "Why, you have some, painting, that needs to be done?" I said with a wink.Tara chuckled, a broad smile spreading across her lips. I saw the faintest flush of red surge into her cheeks."Just call me soon then, ok?" She said, punching me in the arm. She pulled me in for a hug, holding me tight. I felt her breasts push against my chest. Her nipples were hard.She waved at me, and sauntered off.Back home I headed to my computer. A surge of excitement pulsed through me as I thought about the email I had received last night from Kerri, and more so the email I had sent in return. I had pushed the envelope, and I had no idea how it would be received, so when I saw I had an email from her waiting, my stomach dropped. Would it be the next ante up in this game we were playing? Or would it be a scathing indictment of my perviness, with a firm "fuck off" as a sign off?Before I could click to find out, my attention was grabbed by another alert; a new instant message. From Rachel.The excitement returned, and I opened it."I didn't know you were an artist!" it read. I smiled."Haha I dabble." I returned."I bet!"I sent back a winking emoji, and decided to leave it at that. Feeling a renewed sense of power, and a familiar tingle in my balls, I opened Kerri's email. I smiled at what I read."The face, huh? HUmm I don't know if we're ready for that," I read, my excitement beginning to wane, until I read the second line. "But that doesn't mean we can't work up to it ;)"There was an image attached. My balls began to tingle. I opened it.It was another selfie, but cropped much closer than the one before. A hint of a red blouse framed what little of her shoulders could be seen, as the majority of the frame was taken up by a direct shot into Kerri's open mouth. Inside her mouth, draped across her tongue and displayed for the lens of her camera, and for my enjoyment, was a thick pool of white.My cock grew rock hard.Kerri was clearly ready to continue playing this game, and as I stared into the cum-filled mouth of my friend's girlfriend, my mind raced, picturing her on her knees with his cock in her mouth, feeling it pulse and twitch as his balls emptied into her mouth, and then slipping away to document it just for me.I reached for my zipper.KnoCK KnoCK KnoCK - a sudden loud rapping at my door broke my trance and I frantically covered up the window with the explicit image."Hello?" I said not realizing anyone else was in the house.&

In this raw and unfiltered emergency episode of Season 2, Lauren and Trey sit down early the morning after a seemingly casual Friday kitchen conversation triggered one of Lauren's deepest source wounds. If you saw her 11-minute Instagram video (watch it here), you already know this moment hit hard—activating powerful, body-based beliefs and a flood of old, painful stories.What was meant to be a lighthearted recap of how far they've come as a couple turns into something far more intense. Lauren vulnerably shares the inner chaos that took over—memories tied to scarcity, shame, and her family being barred from writing checks at the grocery store.Trey, caught off guard, reveals his own fear response to any offers of service to Lauren: “Is this going to backfire?” he wonders. “I'm not your dad, and if I start to act like him, you should leave.” What follows is an unpolished, unscripted, and deeply human moment between two people doing the work—imperfectly and together.They say there won't be a part two... but there is. Tune in next Monday for the healing and surprising conclusion.If this episode hit close to home and you're ready to build healthier communication and arguing skills in your relationship, Lauren offers free 15-minute consults to explore if working together is a good fit. Whether you're navigating recurring conflicts or want to create more emotional safety with your partner, she's here to help. Book your free consult now at www.sexedforyou.com/freeconsult — because your relationship is worth it.About Us: Lauren and Trey are partners living in Central Virginia where Lauren owns and operates, SEX ED FOR YOU. She provides comprehensive sexuality education and embodied coaching to individuals, partners, and parents.Through a biopsychosocial approach, Sex Ed for You works to restore positive and respectful approaches to sexuality and sexual relationships, as well as increase the possibility of having pleasurable and safe sexual experiences, free of coercion, discrimination and violence. (WHO)Sexual health is fundamental to the overall health and well-being of individuals, couples and families, and to the social and economic development of communities and countries. (WHO) When individuals are blocked from sexual health they are stunted from developing a sense of sensual play and enjoyment. • Learn more about Sex Ed for You at ⁠⁠https://www.sexedforyou.com⁠⁠• Schedule a FREE CONSULT with Lauren today: ⁠⁠https://www.sexedforyou.com/freeconsult⁠⁠• Learn more about partnered communication best practices on Sex Ed For You's Instagram Page: ⁠⁠https://www.instagram.com/sex_ed_for_you/⁠⁠• Subscribe to our YouTube channel for more videos about sex, partnership, communication, and love: ⁠⁠https://youtube.com/@thepartnershippodcast⁠⁠Reminders: This is not a "how to" podcast, but rather a "how they" podcast. Please listen to our opinions and then come to your own! Learn from our mistakes or give our techniques a try! It's all up to you. Lauren is NOT a therapist. She is a Certified Holistic Sexuality Educator and Embodied Intimacy and Relationship Coach.#EmergencyEpisode #SourceWound #RelationshipTriggers #RealTalk #CouplesPodcast #HealingInPartnership #EmotionalTriggers #NervousSystemHealing #BodyBasedWisdom #ScarcityMindset #ChildhoodWounds #FinancialShame #InnerChildHealing #DoingTheWork #PartnershipPodcast #LaurenAndTrey #RawAndReal #UnfilteredConversations #RelationalHealing #CouplesTherapyInRealLife #PodcastForCouples #ConsciousRelationships #EmotionalSafety #TriggerWork #AbundanceMindset #RepairAfterRupture #SomaticHealing

Stephanie wants answersBy LiminallySpaced. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.As the get together wound down, I hung back and helped clean up. Denny attempted to do the same, but was finally hustled out of the house by Roberto, who needed a ride home. It was Just Christine and I now, and as we finished tidying up, we sat alone by the shallow end of the pool as the sun got low in the sky."They're a nice group of kids," I said, kicking my feet in the water, "that Denny guy really has the hots for you, huh?"She smiled an embarrassed smile and swiped her long hair back behind her ear."He's harmless. He has the hots for everyone. He and Talia dated for a hot second, but I think she might have been too much bite for his bark.""Yeah, she's something else," I said with a chuckle, "really nice, she cornered me over by the pizza and wouldn't let me leave till we exchanged screen names."Christine laughed, but there was a hesitation to her laugh; a reticence. Had that cold pang of jealousy possibly hit her deep inside like it had me?"So what's going on, Tim, you clearly have something on your mind," she said with a kind timber to her smoky voice."I did, I do. It's, Stephanie.""The girl from the limo?" she said, shifting her hips as one long leg dangled down in the water. Christine knew Stephanie as my prom date. As "the girl from the limo" ;  the girl she saw passionately sucking my cock that night."Yeah," I said.I swear I saw her lightly lick her lips.From there, I just vented fully. I told her everything. The whole story, from the first time I heard Stephanie's orgasmic moans to the night in the limo, to my fracture with Tara, to the first time we had sex, all the way through to the events of last night, Christine listened to it all closely and intently."I'm sorry, that was, a lot," I said timidly once I finished."No, no, don't apologize," she said as she scooted herself closer to me. She placed her hand on my hand. "This is all really emotionally complex, I totally get how much it's been weighing on you. It sounds to me like you were willing to let Stephanie play some games with you, maybe you even enjoyed it, but once she started affecting other people you cared about it became too much, which is all totally understandable." I felt the soft waves made by her dangling leg against my calf. "It sounds to me like she's a very self conscious person, Tim; she wants to protect herself from getting hurt, but she took it too far. I've always thought honesty was the best option. You need to tell Stephanie how you feel, because right now it's up to her to make it right.""Yeah, I don't know, I'm not really interested in talking to her right now." I said, feeling Christine's thumb stroking the back of my hand."When you're ready, of course. Just try not to live with regret, whatever you do.""Thanks, Christine, you're a great friend," I said, pulling her hand up to my mouth to kiss it."My pleasure. You've listened to my struggles enough times, I'm happy to listen to yours for once."Her struggles. I suddenly remembered her struggles. That internal conflict between the godly and the carnal that caused her to break up with her boyfriend in an attempt to stay pure, and led her to the front seat of my car, a spasming cunt, and a mouthful of my cock."And how is 'your struggle,'" I floated.I felt her wading foot brushing my leg as it glided back and forth in the water."I'm, losing," she said, looking up at me with an unmistakable look in her eyes: lust. "But I think I've found a new approach."This time there was no missing her tongue sneaking out to moisten her lips. Her loose button down had fallen off one shoulder, giving me a tantalizing peak at her bikini top."I have desires, needs," she began as she started to run her hand up and down my forearm very suggestively, "I know I can't deny them, but I think I can at least deal with them responsibly, if I have someone responsible who can help me."My cock surged to life."Are you a responsible person, Tim?" she said as her eyes bore a hole through me. My friend, the pastor's daughter, the churchiest girl I knew, was asking me something very, very sinful. And it was hot as fuck."Extremely." I croaked out."There are just certain, rules, we have to abide by, ok?" She said, her breath getting slightly ragged."Ok, Like what kind of rules?" I said, pulse quickening."We can't have sex, in fact I can't let you touch my body at all,” she said, dropping her head. My enthusiasm dropped. I wanted nothing but to run my hands all over her gorgeous body, feel how wet she undoubtedly was.Her eyes slowly lifted to meet mine as she finished her statement.“ but everything from the neck up is fair game."My eyebrows shot up as quickly as my cock."Does that work for you? Are you willing to help me get through the summer?" she said, running her hands over my arm faster, practically jerking it off."Why me?" I asked dumbly. She was my friend, I knew how difficult this all had been for her, and I didn't want my cock to do the thinking for me here."Because I trust you," she said in that smoky, erotic voice of hers, "I know you won't cross any line I don't want to cross. I know you'll be, respectful." That last line had enough syrup on it for a whole stack of pancakes."The neck up is fair game?" I said, hardly believing the offer in front of me. All thoughts of Stephanie were gone from my head as I took in the sight of this wanton, lusty church girl dying for release.Her small bosom rose and fell heavily as she looked me in the eyes and slowly nodded.I decided to put things to the test. My eyes never leaving hers, I slowly reached over with my free hand and softly caressed the curve of her face. Her eyes shut. She exhaled a heavy sigh.I gently ran my thumb over her glistening lips, feeling how soft they were. I felt Christine shake as a chill ran through her. I circled them slowly, as if asking a question.Christine's eyes opened slowly. She looked at me, and as if answering that question, parted her lips and took my entire thumb into her wet mouth with a low moan.Now it was my turn to shudder as a chill ran through my body.Christine's hands slid up and held my wrist steady as she worked my thumb in and out of her mouth slowly. Eyes closed as if in rapture, she lolled my thumb around in her mouth, teasing me with her tongue, savoring every inch that she dragged her lips along.My pulse was racing, my breath was shallow, and my cock was rock hard, desperately fighting to get out of my swim trunks.The light of the low sun behind her framed her in a golden glow, her lovely hair bouncing ever so slightly in the warm summer breeze. Her exposed shoulder rocked forward as she sucked, daring me to touch her perfect skin. Her rigid nipples protruded sharply against the fabric of her bathing suit.Looking at this wanton beauty in front of me, this creature of goodness, haunted by repressed lust, I had had enough. I didn't want to take advantage, but she had rationalized it enough in her own head. This is what she wanted. And she wanted me, trusted me, to be the one to help her.How could I ever refuse?My thumb slipped out of her wet mouth with a slight slurp, I reached my fingers back along her face to the back of her neck, and pulled her gently, but firmly, into a hot kiss.A sigh of relief leapt out of her body excitedly as our lips touched, and almost instantly I felt the warm wriggle of her tongue plunge into my mouth. It was neeful. It was aggressive.I felt her hand grip the inside of my thigh. I groaned in pleasure, and my hand slipped down onto the flat of her upper chest.Christine immediately pulled away from our kiss."I'm serious, Tim, really, neck up only." She said assertively, but not angrily."I'm sorry, it was an accident, really," I stammered. She understood my dilemma. This was new to both of us, and there was going to be a bit of an adjustment period. "But I mean, at the same time,” I said, gesturing down to her hand gripping my inner thigh mere inches below my balls.She smiled a coy, sexy smile, and leaned in close enough to whisper "The rules are You can't touch Me below the neck." I felt her hand start to slide up my thigh. "Is that going to be ok with you?"My cock surged at the double standard. The church had taught her well.I slowly slipped my hand up the back of her neck, and lightly grasped a hand full of her long, brown hair right at the root."So this is ok?" I said, pulling slightly.Christine's mouth hung open as she gasped."Yes," she said through ragged breath, "very ok."I matched her smile with my own and pulled her back in for another kiss.Our tongues sparred breathlessly again, and her hand slipped closer to my balls.Gripping her hair tighter, I tipped her head back, revealing her long, elegant neck. A devilish smile broke out on her lips with an accompanying gasp.I leaned in and began peppering my lips and tongue all over the soft exposed flesh of her neck. From the hollow above her collar bone up to the tip of her chin, I treated her entire neck the same way I treated Stephanie's cunt, and by the sounds Christine was making, it was having a similar effect.Her hand finally gripped my balls through my trunks. She squeezed. I moaned. I felt her throat shuffle beneath my lips as she swallowed some air in near rapture.Suddenly Christine pushed me back, and in a flash she was on top of me. Straddling my hips, our lips met again, but this time there was a new sensation: pressed tight against my cock, gyrating, grinding, was Christine's hot cunt, covered only by the thin material of bathing suit bottoms and short shorts.My hands still tight in her hair, I tipped her head back again, redoubling my efforts on her neck with my lips and tongue as the preacher's daughter rubbed her cunt against my iron-hard cock. I could tell from the way her hands gripped and grabbed at me that pleasure was shooting through her young body.This was going to be tougher than she thought to play by her rules, I think. This girl clearly wanted to fuck.As if she read my mind, Christine all of a sudden rolled herself off of me, and each sucked in air catching our breath. We chuckled at what was transpiring between us, two friends from church, and I watched as Christine ran a cleansing hand around her face, down her neck, over her breasts, across her flat stomach, and down between her legs before quickly pulling away. It made me a little bit sad to see how quickly she removed her hand from between her legs. Christine was clearly a very sexual girl, but her upbringing and religion made her push that part of her so far down. I wondered if she had ever even masturbated before.Wanting nothing more than to make her feel good now, I leaned back in toward her, but her hand on my chest stopped my advancement. She gently pushed me back to my seated position, legs dangling in the water.Dipping in to kiss me once, that devilish smile returned to the church girl's face, and in one smooth motion she slipped her lithe body into the water of the pool.Being in the shallow end, the water barely came up to the crotch of her pants. As she waded her way over to me, the waves lapped at her ass deliciously.There was a fire in her eyes now of pure want. Running her hands impatiently up my thighs, she grasped onto the waistband of my swim trunks and began to pull. Not wanting to stand in the way of what this girl needed, I lifted my hips and shimmied slightly as Christine removed my pants completely, freeing my hard, straining cock to the warm evening air.Never taking my eyes off my proud, erect cock, Christine pushed my legs apart, and sank to her knees between them. A single step ran along the bottom edge of the pool, and when on her knees, this brought the warm, lapping water right up to the bottom of her small breasts, and put her in perfect cocksucking position.But there was something else as well. Before she even touched me, Christine's eyes closed breathlessly, and a pleasurable grin pulled at her lips. Her hands rubbed up and down my bare thighs, and I watched her shift and gyrate as if searching for the perfect position. When her eyes shot open with a gasp and I felt her nails dig into my thighs I knew she had found it: Christine had positioned herself perfectly so the pulsing spray of the pool jet hit her directly on the clit.Invigorated by the new source of pleasure, her hands closed in on me from either side, and I finally felt Christine's fingers wrap around the length of my dick.Now it was my turn to moan.Her hands played with me gently, stroking my shaft, squeezing my big, full balls, all while the pool jets peppered her cunt with a constant stream of pressurized water. She giggled, she smiled. She shook with small euphoric shocks.My cock still in her hands, she leaned up and kissed me on the lips. Almost like a signal that things were about to really heat up, she pulled away from our kiss, licked her lips wet, dropped her head down and took the tip of my cock into her salivating mouth.I gasped loudly.Holding my shaft and balls firmly, not stroking, not squeezing, Christine suckled at the head of my cock with delight. Pressure built in my tip, flaring it out purple and desperate. Her lips and tongue danced around it like she was desperately trying to save a melting ice cream.The entire universe was in the swollen end of my cock, and Christine made a meal out of it. Wet tongue sliding in circles around it, teasing the underside, closed lips sucking in short bursts like I was her own personal lollipop; it felt amazing.I was squirming with each suckle, with each lash of her tongue, and the building pressure made my tip extremely sensitive. It wasn't going to make me cum, but it was an overwhelming sensation of acute pleasure I had never quite experienced before.

There's uncertainty over whether a newly proposed sex education curriculum has assigned topics across the appropriate age and stage. The Government's new curriculum will see children learning about puberty in Year 5 and menstruation in Year 6. High school students will also learn about sexual violence and STIs. Auckland Primary Principals' Association President Kyle Brewerton told Ryan Bridge it's important for primary students to learn about puberty. He believes it would be more beneficial talking about menstrual cycles in the younger years and include the boys too. LISTEN ABOVE See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Chapter 15: Tim & Stephanie go on a date, and some hard truths are revealed.By LiminallySpaced. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.It was a Wednesday night, and I was sweating.The windows of my car were opaque with thick, wet fog from labored breaths, and my grunts mingled with high pitched squeals of pleasure as my hard cock drove in and out of Stephanie's tight, slick cunt.Stephanie was the girl who lived upstairs, my step sister's best friend, the older girl who tortured me all through puberty. Now here she was in my back seat, bent over with her ass in the air, panties pulled to the side, moaning in delight as her tight body consumed my cock over and over.Body always moving, slithering and gyrating, her moans and cries of pleasure made my dick even harder if it was possible. Tonight her moans were louder, throatier, as it was the first time I had ever fucked her from behind, and my thick cock was pressing into depths of her cunt neither of us had ever felt before.Her cunt milked me. Her moans encouraged me. The vision of this statuesque beauty folded in half, writhing in front of me as I sunk my cock into her, her ass flared out to a perfect heart shape, put me over the edge.As if she knew, her voice cut through the steam with a dusky, exhausted "Cum for me, Timmy, cum for me!" and that was all it took. My balls jerked and shuddered, my cock began to pulse wildly, and with one final, deep push my dams broke. I erupted in a guttural growl as geyser after geyser of hot cum shot up into Stephanie's body.It had been a hell of a week so far.Last saturday, after receiving the incredible strip tease and world-rocking blowjob Stephanie gifted me as a graduation present, I had asked Stephanie if she would go out on a date with me. We had been hooking up for weeks, and it was incredibly fun, but in that moment of post-nut clarity I realized there was something missing.Earlier that day I had gone to lunch with my best friend Tara. I had learned the night before (in shockingly explicit detail) that Tara was in a relationship with Sarah, the girl who lived next door to me and also happened to be my longest teenage crush. But unexpectedly, at lunch Tara admitted to me that they weren't just hooking up with each other, they were actually dating.Tara had hooked up with plenty of people, male and female, but I had never known her to be in an actual relationship. When I saw how happy she was in this new experience, how fulfilling she found it, I honestly got a little jealous.I began to think about my relationship with Stephanie. It was messy, it was confusing, it was sexual, but was there anything more there? I felt like I might be falling for her; I had to know if it was more than just sex. I had to know if she possibly felt the same.So I just blurted it out.By the way her eyebrows arched I could tell I caught her off guard; kneeling on the floor with what seemed like a pint of my cum dripping down her naked chest, my question gave Stephanie pause. She looked at me for a moment, inspecting me, silently interrogating whether or not I was joking.Without answering, Stephanie chuckled. Sighing, she got up, leaned forward, and kissed me."You're cute, Timmy," she said before padding off in search of a towel to clean up.I sat there alone, my sticky dick cooling in the night air, trying to figure out what the fuck just happened.The ride home was quiet. There was no tension, just a quiet calm. She rode with her back to the door, her feet propped up on my thigh. It used to feel like a move of dominance when she did this, but now it felt more loving. My hand rested on her leg, rubbing her bare ankles gently. It was nice."Where did you guys go last night?" I asked, trying not to betray the pang of jealousy I felt."Where did who go last night?" She answered flatly."Alexa was in a pretty clear state of disrepair this morning, I just assumed you guys went out partying after I left."There was a long silence.I looked over at Stephanie, and she had a saddened expression on her face."Stephanie?" I asked, trying to bring her back to Earth."Nah, I was home all night," she said with sigh, "I don't know where she went."Something was going on between them, but I had no idea what. Stephanie seemed surprised to learn Alexa had gone out without her.I parked in the shadows by our building and turned the car off."Thanks for tonight," I said as Stephanie sat up. She kissed me quick before exiting the car, giving my balls a soft squeeze. As she leaned toward the door I finally spoke up."Wait," I said, before she could disappear. She turned back toward me. "When can we do this again?" I asked, with a slight desperation to my tone."Like I said, Timmy," she smiled, "school's out."I skipped church the following day. With all that was going on with Stephanie I was definitely not ready to see Christine again yet. The pastor's daughter had hungrily sucked my life out through my cock not too long ago, with an implication that it wasn't just a one-time thing. I was not ready to deal with that yet.Truth was I Did want it to happen again, but between her desire to resist temptation, and my budding relationship with Stephanie, it didn't seem like a good idea for either of us. As far as I was concerned my cock belonged to Stephanie right now, and I didn't want to hurt her.Besides, I don't even know if I would have had anything left for Christine after what Stephanie had been doing to me. We had two weeks left before Stephanie left for college, and we were determined to make them count. School was out, alright, but boy was I learning a lot.Stephanie didn't have work on Sunday, but her parents had errands to run, so on the pretense of going out for a run I slipped up the back stairs to Stephanie's unit, and managed to give her two loads of cum before they got home.Monday I picked her up from work, and minutes after I arrived I was on my knees. I ate her cunt till I heard that short-short-long reverie of her orgasm, and then she rode me hard and milked out another white explosion with her freshly-pleasured cunt.Tuesday she wasn't closing up the store, so when I picked her up she asked that we "take the long way home," which translated into a slow, languid session of road head that ended with Stephanie getting a mouthful of my hot jizz that she gleefully swallowed down.Wednesday was a bit trickier. Neither of us had anything on the books, so she told her parents she was going to the mall, and I told my step mom Kelly I was going to Tara's. I picked her up at a predetermined spot, and we went out to The Spot for the hot, sweaty fuckfest described above where I took her from behind for the first time.It had so far been a week of intense carnal pleasures, but as I pulled my softening cock out of her well-fucked cunt, I just couldn't get one thing out of my mind."So, have you given any thought about what I said the other night?" I said between sweaty, ragged breaths.She unfolded from her coital position and slumped back against the back door, her tits heaving as she huffed and puffed herself."About what?" She said, clearly pretending she didn't remember."About going out on a date."After a moment of contemplation she crawled over to me, her tits swinging seductively. "Why, you wanna take me to the movies so I can suck you off in the back row of the theater?" She purred, dipping her head down and taking my slick, softening cock back into her mouth to suckle on."No, no," I laughed, pulling her off my sore, swollen manhood, "I just, I wanna spend time with you."She laughed."It's not like we just met, Timmy," she laughed, "Plus, do you know how much of your cum I've had inside me this week? I'd say we know each other pretty well!""I know, and don't get me wrong, I love this," I chuckled, the laughter quickly dissipating to something more sincere, "but, do you remember when you asked me what I wanted? Well nothing has changed. In fact I mean it even more now. I want, more.""You just want to fuck me in the ass, don't you?" She said seductively, deflecting my statement"No!" I said with an exasperated laugh, "I want You. I want to take you out on a date. A Real date."Stephanie's demeanor changed."I'm gonna be gone in less than two weeks, Tim," she said, finally matching my own sincerity, "I'm going to college, you're going to college, it doesn't make sense for this to be anything more than it already is.""I'm not asking for next week, or next month, or next year, Stephanie," I said honestly, "I'm just asking for right now. And right now what I want is to take you on a date."She smiled meekly."And if ass stuff is on the table still after that, sure, I'd love to fuck you in the ass!" I joked. She laughed heartily and slapped me on the legShe looked at me for a moment, then looked away, almost embarrassed."Oh boy, this is a bad idea," she said under her breath before looking back at me and saying "sure, Tim, you can take me on a date."My face broke into a huge grin. She tried to stifle a smile of her own but did a terrible job of it.I leaned in, and she pulled me close for a long kiss. My cock hardened as our bodies mingled. I gently slipped back inside her perfect cunt, and we gripped each other tight as we made slow, passionate love. Soon her orgasm washed over her, and as that wonderful chorus of hers began, so did my own orgasm; as those two short moans escaped her lips my balls pulled up towards my body, and with her final, long moan the spring inside me snapped, and I once again filled her body with my seed.We decided on dinner Friday night, and agreed it was a good idea to take Thursday off to recharge ourselves. I was excited. Nervous. Most importantly I needed someone to talk to about all this. So I picked up a pizza and went over to Tara's.We laughed, we caught up; it felt good. Of course our conversation veered toward the sexual, as it always did, and all of a sudden I felt the room get very hot, and my pants start to tighten, as Tara regaled me with the details of how she fucked Sarah with a strap on for the first time the other night. I had witnessed the two of them lick each other to orgasm with my own eyes, but even so, the thought of my best friend fucking my biggest crush with a thick strap on dildo brought my soldier to attention.Not to be outdone, I saw her tale of sapphic penetration and raised her the story of my graduation present. Now it was Tara's turn to squirm, her legs rubbing together, her finger getting lost in the hem of her shirt, her breath getting ever so shallow. As I told her the details of my messy finish on Stephanie's chest, I saw Tara's demeanor change. The pale, flat of her chest that was visible under the cut-wide neck of her heavy metal t-shirt began to flush, and she started to fidget, as though she was trying to shoo away some unwanted feeling."Well, what about your dare?" She said finally, after a long, thick silence.At lunch with Tara last weekend, during a game of truth or dare, she had dared me to take a video of me and Stephanie fucking and send it to her. In her mind it was evening the playing field since I had seen her and Sarah fucking the night before. My horny, hormone-adled brain seemed to agree to that logic, and amazingly I said I'd do it.I had all but forgotten about it until Tara mentioned it."I don't know, Tara," I said, trying to navigate the thick tension in the room, "I don't think it's right.""I didn't know you were such a chicken, Miller" she chuckled, a devilish smile on her face."I know what you're trying to do, Satan," I said, playfully making the sign of the cross with my index fingers, "but things are going really well with Stephanie, and I don't want to ruin it."Fair's fair, you know," she said with a mock sadness."I know," I responded, then dropped my tone into sincerity, "I just can't have any more deception between us.""Fine, fine, I understand," she said with a long sigh. "It's too bad," she continued as I took a sip of my own drink, "I bet you look great when you fuck."I choked, I sputtered, and ended up with most of my mouthful of drink on the front of my shirt.Tara burst out laughing, and after a minute to catch my breath I joined her.This girl was something else.Friday rolled around and I was nervous. Nervous and excited. Sure, Stephanie and I had spent plenty of time exploring each others' bodies at this point, but we hadn't just sat and talked like two normal people for a very long time.I was looking forward to it.I tried to make myself look presentable and adult, doing my best to hide the fact that I was just a dumb, horny 18 year old. I chose slacks and a nice shirt with a blazer, but stopped short of going full tie. I thought I looked pretty good, all things considered.While putting the finishing touches on in the bathroom, I glanced out the window toward Sarah's. The room was dark. I wondered where she was. I wondered where Tara was, and if they were there together.Suddenly her light popped on. Caught in the middle of a giggle fit, Sarah tumbled into view. Following close behind her, equally overcome with giggles, was Tara.I was transfixed as the two beauties drew close to each other, embraced, and began softly kissing between fits of laughter.I felt my balls begin to tingle, and blood rush toward my cock.The two fell onto the bed, and then Sarah pushed herself up and pulled off her loose-fitting sweater. Her hand reached back and popped the clasp on her bra.My hand drifted toward my zipper,no!Snapping myself out of it, I shook it off, left the bathroom, and turned off the light. Tonight was about me and Stephanie.

This week on The Reel Debaters Podcast, the cast reviews The Studio, Wicked, Daredevil, and The Parenting and figures out which video game should be the next big series.Production CreditsRecorded at Sick Bad Panda Studios Art by Micheal PetrowHosts: Micheal Petrow, Jimmy Skinner, Martin Navarro, Charles FernandesProduction Credits:- Producer: Micheal Petrow- Editor: Micheal Petrow- Sound Engineer: Micheal PetrowContact Information: thereeldebaters@gmail.comEVENTS:The Office Trivia NightSat, Apr 26, 2025, 7:30 PM - 10:30 PM Little Brown Jug 336 William Avenue Winnipeg, MB R3A 0H7April showers bring The Office Trivia with The Reel Debaters! Join us for a night of fun and friendly competition at Little Brown Jug. Test your knowledge of all things Dunder Mifflin as The Reel Debaters challenge you with trivia questions from the hit TV show The Office. LBJ is pouring the cold pints, so gather your friends, form a team (or sign up solo, and we'll find a team for you!), and get ready to show off your expertise on all things Scranton. Prizes await the top teams, so bring your A-game, and let's see who will be crowned the ultimate Office Trivia champions!GET ON THE SHOWJoin the debate now and leave your idea on our voicemail or ask a question on our QuoraAsk a QuestionRD voicemail SOCIAL MEDIAFacebookInstagramYoutubeDonate to the causeFollow The CastAbout UsSet in the backdrop of Winnipeg's booming film industry, The Reel Debaters Podcast is a motley crew of film-obsessed nerds and selected colleagues that sit down each episode blending comedy and a deep insight of cinema with ridiculous, satirical debates and facetious musings on media.Examples are but not limited to:Could James Bond be a nanny?Best new SNL Cast?What would Indiana Jones and Lara Croft's wedding look like?What if Conan The Barbarian could teach Sex Ed?When not arguing the world of make-believe you can listen to the reel talk sessions which get more conversational with the best of film and TV as well as industry interviews from inside Manitoba film industry, across Canada, and to Hollywood's...

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Send us a text- On-Demand Programme Link - https://mailchi.mp/bb2a7b851246/kairos-centreIn all your getting, get understanding: Men see female promiscuity as a deal breaker. If a man finds that a woman is not sexually active, he will intuitively feel that she is more likely to be faithful. Sexual integrity and sexual loyalty, is the most valued traits in a women, when a man is considering asking her to marry him."Female Choice" and " Paternity Certainty" are significant issues. "Female Choice" is something about the qualities a female is looking for in a long term male partner. Such things like - is he likely to be around, when she is pregnant; carrying the baby and able to hunt and look after them and ensure survival."Paternity Certainty" is about men needing to know that the female is trustworthy. She is the only one that will truly know whether the baby she is carrying, is actually his baby. Therefore, he needs to choose someone who is trustworthy and not promiscuous.So, men categorise females: Are they 'easy' sexually? or are they 'for a good time' only. If they are not 'easy', then they may be categorised in the 'potential marriage partner' category. Most females don't know this dynamic is happening.After sexual intercourse, a woman's evaluation of a man may go up. That is because of the effects of Dopamine and Oxytocin in her metabolism. She gets lots of those bonding hormones during sex.So females are more likely bonding, but males are less likely to be bonding in situations where the Sex is 'easy' and/or 'promiscuous'.Males evaluation of her is likely to be going down within 10 seconds of his ejaculation. The converse may be happening for the female. Her evaluation of him may be going up, due to the effects of the hormones in her body.Folks, the 'Madonna-Whore Complex' is alive and well.Give a little to my fund raising page. Help someone access the Recovery Programme: https://igg.me/at/ThekairosCentreGet help: bit.ly/pornaddictionhelpThe world's first Online Sex, Porn, Love Addiction video-on-demand Recovery Programme. Email info@kairos-centre.comGary McFarlane (BA, LLM, Dip, Certs), Accredited EMDR Practitioner.Episode Keywords: Sex Addiction | Porn Addiction | Love Addiction | Porn Causes | Recover from Addiction | Self-Soothing Behaviors | Childhood Trauma | Inner Child work | Childhood Development and Addiction bullying | Porn Addiction Recovery | Abuse | Sexual Abuse | Sex Addiction Recovery | Domestic Violence | Family Conflict | Overcoming Porn addiction | Porn Addiction Side effects | Porn Addiction Symptoms | Emotional Neglect | Quit Porn Addiction | Peer Pressure | Performance Pressure | Separation | Divorce | Fear | Anxiety | Stress | Mental Health and Addiction | Dissociation | Anger | Husband has porn | Recovery Program | 12 Steps Program | EMDR | Eye Movement Desensitization Reprocessing | Compulsive Behavior | Trauma Healing | Neuroplasticity | Online Therapy | The Kairos Centre | Neuroscience of Addiction | Porn Addiction Help | Sex Addiction Recovery Program | Authentic Self Discovery | Compulsive Behaviors | Intimacy Issues | Sexual Dysfunction | Obsessive Thoughts | Fantasy Escape | Codependency | Shame in Addiction | Guilt in Addiction | Addiction in Relationship | Infidelity | Therapy for Addiction | Objectification | Hypersexualization | Pornography Industry | Attachment Styles | Sexual Compulsivity | Behavioral Therapy | Relapse Prevention | Emotional Regulation | Self-Discovery | Healing Journeys | Personal Growth | Intimacy Building | Healthy Re

Lauren Elise Rogers - Sex Ed for You!DIVORCED: Fundamentalist ChristianityCW: Frank discussions of s3xLauren Elise Rogers is a Certified Holistic Sexuality Educator and Embodied Intimacy & Relationship Coach. She is the founder of Sex Ed for You, where she provides clear, compassionate, and comprehensive guidance on intimacy, relationships, and sexual health. After being raised in a high-control religion and getting married at 21, Lauren fought her way out to become the person she needed most. Her desire to understand her relational missteps – like her decade-long marriage to her daughter's gay father – led her to become a Certified Holistic Sexuality Educator. In this episode, Lauren shares her journey and how she uses what she's learned to help others navigate complex topics like long-term partnerships, consensual non-monogamy, life transitions, purity culture, and LGBTQIA+ issues.FIND LAURENWebsite: www.sexedforyou.comYoutube: https://www.youtube.com/@sexedforyouInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/sex_ed_for_you/Janice Selbie's Best-selling book Divorcing Religion: A Memoir and Survival Handbook is now available in the USA https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0DP78TZZF and CANADA https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B0DP78TZZFTickets are now available for the Shameless Sexuality: Life After Purity Culture conference, happening LIVE in Seattle May 23-25, 2025! Get yours now: https://www.shamelesssexuality.org/Religious Trauma Survivor Support Group is happening on Tuesdays at 5pm Pacific. Don't miss this opportunity to connect with others for healing and support: https://www.divorcing-religion.com/servicesNeed help on your journey of healing from Religious Trauma? Book a free 20-minute consultation with Janice here: https://www.divorcing-religion.com/servicesSign up now for Janice's online Divorcing Religion Workshop starting March 2nd: https://www.divorcing-religion.com/religious-trauma-syndrome-workshopFollow Janice and Divorcing Religion on Social Media:Threads: Wisecounsellor@threads.netBlueSky: @janiceselbie.bsky.socialFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/DivorcingReligionTikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@janiceselbieInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/wisecounsellor/Subscribe to the audio-only version here: https://www.divorcing-religion.com/religious-trauma-podcastThe Divorcing Religion Podcast is for entertainment purposes only. If you need help with your mental health, please consult a qualified, secular, mental health clinician.Podcast by Porthos MediaCopyright 2025www.porthosmedia.netSupport the show

Today, we are covering an important topic today, but maybe not in the way you expect. I'm joined by Rachel Mulholland (aka Shug CM), a therapist whom I met on TikTok because of her incredible content around sex education for children. Today's focus is on how our lives as adults are impacted if we don't get comprehensive sex education as children. Join us for the conversation! Show Highlights: How KC's story from her teenage years illustrates the gaps that most people have in their education about sex and the fact that sex ed is NOT a one-time conversation How “purity culture” is impacting teenagers in certain places in the US in damaging ways How even most comprehensive sex ed doesn't address the pleasurable side of sex–and (for females) that the pleasure doesn't have to come from another person How sexual predators take advantage of the lack of information in sex ed from SAFE places Why parents have real fear about talking to their kids about sex ed The effects of NOT educating kids that sex and pleasure don't always go together Rachel's Four Pillars of Safe Sex: confirmation, communication, lubrication, and enthusiastic participation Why parents should be aware when their kids are ready to hear and learn–and begin at the most basic level appropriate for their age How to answer those first little-kid questions around, “Where do babies come from?” Why curiosity is a foundational part of body talk for kids–not just around sexuality How parents can work through their own feelings around sex ed with their children Why Rachel's next project is a book about body talk Resources: Connect with Rachel: TikTok, Instagram, Facebook, YouTube, and Website (coming soon!) Recommended by Rachel: How Do You Make A Baby by Anna Fiske Connect with KC: TikTok, Instagram, and Website  Get KC's book, How to Keep House While Drowning Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

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In this vulnerable and emotionally-rich episode of The Partnership Podcast, Lauren and Trey unpack a recent argument that started with Trey's new hairstyle—but quickly spiraled into deeper feelings of not being heard, not feeling prioritized, and long-standing insecurities.Trey bravely shares how hurt he felt when Lauren made a seemingly small but painful comment, and how it led to a moment where he didn't feel safe taking his hat off in public. Lauren opens up about her fear of “angering the dragon,” and the shame that creeps in when she feels like she's going to be “found out” as not good enough—especially in moments she's trying to help, like with his hair.Together, they explore the anatomy of an argument: the initial misstep of not knowing who the gift was for, the breakdown in communication around expectations, and the importance of renegotiating in real time. They talk through how they navigated Sunday morning's repair conversation—not by obsessing over the accuracy of memory, but by focusing on the tools and connection they wanted to rebuild.Trey reflects on how easily this could've turned into a deeper rupture, and what it would've meant for the relationship if Lauren had doubled down instead of getting curious. They touch on gaslighting, the emotional weight of small comments, and how to reframe conflict as an invitation to move closer rather than farther apart.With humor (hello, dragon jokes) and heart, this episode is a raw, real-time example of how to argue with love—especially when one partner doesn't feel heard and the other feels insecure.✨ If this episode resonates with you, share it with someone who's learning to fight fair—and don't forget to rate and review the podcast so more folks can find us.

Chapter 3: Stephanie's mom gets down and Tim fucks up.By LiminallySpaced. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.A little while back, on one of the warmer days that pop up in the early spring, I had gone out for a run. I liked running. It was a great way to clear my head of all the usual junk that weighs heavily on the mind of a high school senior. It was also the only other method of stress relief that worked besides jerking off, which on that day I had made a conscious attempt not to do.Running didn't stop my mind from still casually wandering in a more hormone-inspired direction, however. I thought about the color of lip gloss Suzie Travino wore to school the other day, and how hot it was that those same lips came so close to sucking on my friend Tara's cunt. As straight-laced and book minded as they come, the thought that even the class valedictorian was no match for Tara's dark eyes and oozing sexuality was very arousing. It was even more arousing to wonder whether Suzie's boyfriend Mike knew his girlfriend might be a "two sport athlete."Mostly, though, my dirty mind wandered to Sarah, the gorgeous redhead who lived next door, and who was the object of all of my strongest unrequited affection. I had considered asking her to prom, but seeing as we hardly knew each other, I assumed it was a long shot at best. Still, seeing her in a form fitting prom dress, fiery hair done up, perfect breasts held high by colorful fabric, flawless lipstick accenting her luminescent smile, would be a highlight, whether she was there with me, or with someone else. I thought about who that someone else might be, and whether he might be lucky enough to see her prom dress bunched up on his floor, or feel her perfectly painted lips slide up and down his cock.Tired and sweaty, I returned home to find my front door locked. I patted myself down, but in my haste to get out the door, I had once again forgotten my keys. Looking out to the street I saw that Sandy and Don's car was parked in its usual spot, so I decided to make my way up to their unit.Knocking once, there was no answer. I tried the handle, and found it was locked as well. Normally I would have just found somewhere else to go, but my legs were aching, I desperately needed a glass of water, and they had given me an open invitation to their home, whether or not they were there. That was enough justification for my sweaty, over-exerted brain, so I grabbed the key under the mat and went in.The house was quiet. I knew Stephanie would be at work, and I assumed Sandy and Don had taken their other car out together. The front door opened into the kitchen, so I wandered toward the sink in search of water. Grabbing a pint glass, I held it under the faucet, my hand on the knob, but just before I turned it, my ears perked up as a long moan floated down the hallway. A deep moan. A man's moan. I froze.Another deep moan, longer this time.Glass still in hand, I moved silent toward the doorway that led to the hall, and paused. Another moan, punctuated with a long, drawn out "Fuck," followed closely by a smokey, feminine voice asking "yeah, does that feel good?"That was definitely Sandy's voice.I could have left. I SHOULD have left. I should have quietly left them to their privacy and waited outside for Kelly to come home and let me in. That's what a rational mind would do. I, however, was not thinking rationally. Between my post-run exhaustion and the growing tightness in my shorts, my voyeuristic, animal brain took over, and I slowly, quietly started my way down the hallway toward the sound, cock first.The moans continued as I moved silently through the darkened hallway, my body vibrating at the forbidden thrill of what I was doing. Sandy's encouraging dirty talk continued guiding me toward the living room entryway."Umm yeah, you like that, don't you?" she cooed. A long masculine moan answered. My gaze rounded the slight corner of the entryway, falling into the living room. I stopped dead in my tracks. My awkward angle caused the majority of the scene to be obscured, but what I could see were bare legs, a man's legs, splayed out from the edge of a comfortable easy chair.Between those legs knelt Sandy.Her blonde hair done up in a messy bun that reminded me of Stephanie, Sandy knelt on a pillow, wearing nothing but a black G-string. Her hands were slowly running up and down the considerable length of a thick, hard cock. Glistening and wet, she treated this cock like it was a work of art, cooing as her hands explored every ridge and bump, periodically encouraging a sudden throb followed by a pleasurable grunt. As the work of her gliding hands drew out another deep, prolonged moan of pleasure, a big, warm smile formed on her lips. The same big, warm smile I had seen countless times at neighborhood cookouts, or hanging out in the kitchen with my step mom Kelly. Her lips formed that smile, and then opened wide as she lowered her head, taking the bulbous tip of the glistening cock into her mouth. He gasped. She moaned.Eyes closed as she savored the feeling of this big, thick piece of meat in her mouth, her head started to bob up and down in time with her stroking hands. They moved slowly, as one, twisting and sucking, accenting the pattern with a slight slurping sound whenever she reached the tip. Masculine moans mixed with the higher-pitched moans of her equal pleasure. It was quite clear that Sandy, the friendly housewife, genuinely loved to suck cock. My own cock was hard and desperate for release as it throbbed against the confines of my tight athletic shorts.Her mouth came off the end of his cock with a pop, and she smiled at him while still stroking. Then, removing her hands, she squeezed both of his big balls gently, and took the entire length of cock right down her throat. I almost audibly gasped, but I stopped myself. My hand drifted down and squeezed my full balls.A loud masculine moan, and a long "Fuck me!" followed as she slid back up to the tip, rolling her tongue around the head, then sinking the big cock all the way down her throat a second, third, fourth, fifth time.This was an intensely intimate experience between two adults. I knew I did not belong there, but I was completely entranced. Of course Sandy was a sexual person, she and Don had a very flirtatious relationship full of ass pinches and P D A, but my whole being was transfixed by the knowledge that this sweet woman could deepthroat a cock like a pro. I should have left, but instead I stayed, and continued rubbing my hard dick through my shorts.In my time as a horned-up virgin, I had spent many, many hours masturbating, becoming fluent in all manner of pornography. As anyone does, I developed my own fetishes and preferences for the kinds of acts and images that really got me going. After discovering a love for large, natural breasts and oral sex videos, I surprised myself the night an extra intense orgasm revealed to me an intense preference for cumshots and facials. The one act that was an absolute favorite of mine, however, was one that combined all of my fairly vanilla fetishes into one: when a woman would wrap her luscious breasts around a hard, wet cock, and fuck it with her tight cleavage until the inevitable white eruption.This is why I didn't leave. Because after a final, long sheathing with her throat that left that large cock coated in thick saliva still stringing to her lip, Sandy rose up higher, leaned in, and with a broad, lusty smile squeezed her buoyant tits around that cock, and started to slowly slide them up and down. This is why, watching my upstairs neighbor, the organizer of the soccer team bake sale, fuck this long, throbbing cock between her heavy mature tits, I reached into my pants, released my own cock, and started stroking along in time.Sandy was moaning with every hot stroke. A smile on her face, she kept eye contact with her obscured partner as her body writhed up and down, milking this cock closer and closer toward orgasm. She cooed when the fat, straining head would peek out through her cleavage on the down stroke, and occasionally she would dip her tongue down and lick it, smiling that lusty smile every time. Don was a lucky man.The masculine moans were getting longer and louder. Those legs she knelt between started to twitch and stretch. Sandy picked up her pace. So did I. I was awash with forbidden eroticism, not only in what I was witnessing, but in the danger inherent in what I was doing. I should stop. Now.All reason left my mind as they reached a fever pitch, both breaths growing rabid and wanton. He was close. So was I.It was then that he suddenly pushed Sandy back and stood up, his cock proud and dominant, reaching toward her gasping face. She sank back on her heels and looked up at him. I followed her eyes up, and internally gasped myself as I saw the face of the man standing over her, a man who was most definitely not her husband Don!With one of her hands caressing his swollen balls while the other milked his straining cock, Sandy tipped her head back. She started furiously stroking, and the mystery man began grunting and shaking, all the while Sandy whispered erotic words of encouragement."That's it, cum for me,” My pace increased, my heart a jackhammer in my chest and in my cock.“ give it to me, give me your load,” The man reached his boiling point, and put his free hand on the side of her head to steady himself. The hand on his cock was a blur, and a long, drawn out moan snaked out of his throat just as Sandy gave one final instruction: "Cum for me."Eyes still locked onto his, she opened her mouth wide as the first jet of hot love careened out of his pulsing cockhead, drawing a long, white slash from her chin to her hairline.Her open mouth smiled and she squealed in excitement as two, three, four, five, thick ropes of cum splattered recklessly into her mouth and onto her lips and chin.Remembering the pint glass in my hand, I quickly placed it over the head of my screaming prick as the sight of Sandy dripping in cum triggered my own orgasm. Pleasure surged through me as I painted the inside of the glass, desperately trying to stay silent as I throbbed through one of the most intense orgasms of my life.I looked back at the semen-splattered Sandy, thick strands dripping off her chin onto the swell of her fantastic breasts. She closed her cum-filled mouth, and I saw her throat pulse as she swallowed. She then took his still spasming cock into her mouth and lovingly sucked him clean as his breathing began its trek back to normalcy.I too was coming down, and in a haze I took one final look at this gorgeous, love-stained creature, so satisfied with a job well done.I froze as I heard a third voice."Oh my God, baby, that was so fucking hot" bellowed out from a place in the room I couldn't see. Then, stepping into my eye line was Don, her husband! He was just as naked as the others, his own generously-sized cock fresh and erect. In his hands was a video camera.He took his time recording the scene, stroking himself slowly, with Sandy making sure to show off her glistening face and assets for his lens. Then he passed off filming duties to the mystery man and placed his hands lovingly on her head. Her hands ran up and down his legs, electric with lust, and they both moaned as he slid his cock between her still-cum-covered lips and began slowly thrusting.In an abrupt moment of post-nut clarity, I realized I needed to get out of there now. Quietly, but quickly, I shuffled my way back down the hallway, through the kitchen, and out the front door, making sure it was locked as I left. Hustling my way outside I took a moment to reflect on what I had just seen. Not only was Stephanie's mom Sandy, the unassuming housewife, a skilled and passionate cocksucker and a total fiend for cum, but she and her husband Don seemed to be extremely open with their sex life, including a third person, as well as recording highly explicit pornographic video of the event.I shouldn't know this. No one should know this. I wanted to see those videos. What other depraved things did Don and Sandy get up to behind closed doors? No, it wasn't my business. It was no one's business!I looked down at the pint glass still in my hand, the bottom third frosted with the pearly memories of what I had witnessed.My cock twitched.That first study session with Stephanie was tough. The subject wasn't the problem, that was no sweat, it was just that I was having a hard time focusing. We were sitting in the very living room where I watched her mom throat some stranger's huge cock, and every time she smiled or addressed me, all I could picture was her on her knees, huge tits out, her smiling face drenched in jizz. It was distracting, to say the least.Citing my allergy to cats as an excuse, I asked if there was another room we might be able to work in. After a short thought, Stephanie smiled wryly and said "follow me. But don't get any ideas."We entered her bedroom.Her room was decorated in the usual contradictions of a college-aged girl living in the home she grew up in. Philosophy text book here, old teeny bopper magazine there, etc. I scanned the room, my eyes landing on her bed right as Stephanie quickly shut the drawer of the bedside table.That bed. Sheets unmade and wild, I imagined her kicking them into a frenzy as her legs flailed from one of the many orgasms I've heard slip down through the cracks in her floor and into my bedroom down below. And what was in that drawer that she needed to shut so quickly?"Trying to hide your vibrator?" I said, seeing an opening to strike and taking it.She snorted a bit incredulously, but I swore I saw some color rush into her cheeks. "You wish, perv," she said, finally.Though her bedroom provided its own unique set of distractions we managed to get work done. We worked well together, and it began a trend where three times a week we'd meet in her room to study. The more time we spent together, the more her guard came down, and we actually got to know each other as people. Our sessions seemed to get longer, with more and more time spent just hanging out together.Don't get me wrong, every now and then, when Stephanie was getting bored with the material, she'd drop a bra strap, or reach over to get something in a way that made her perfect, athletic ass rise like Kilimanjaro over the Serengeti just to fuck with me, but generally we had a good time. Dare I say we were becoming friends.In the following weeks, Tara continued her words of caution, and almost shit her pants when I told her why I was so distracted that first time. She was very interested in the details, especially those of Don's cock, and was effusive in her appreciation for Sandy's sexual confidence. I knew it was turning her on, and I knew she'd be enjoying that one-two-three, one-two-three vibration pattern later that night while thinking about it.Rachel and I still talked, but I'd be lying if I said I was thinking about her that often. I knew her prom was coming up, occurring a few weeks before my prom, and honestly I was dreading it. Despite the thought of seeing those massive mammaries of hers in a slinky prom dress, I wasn't expecting to have much fun at a prom where I would know exactly zero other people. I thought about that same feeling for Stephanie as my prom date, and just hoped that our new found friendship would be enough to help her enjoy the night.As time passed, I started to feel bad about our arrangement. It was a request made as a power play, and now that I had gotten to know her I felt bad that I was exploiting her. At the same time, however, I was desperate to see her lithe, tanned body move hypnotically on the dance floor, to put my hands on her hips as we slow danced. I felt bad, but these thoughts of Stephanie still occupied my fantasies as I stroked myself off at night, especially the nights when I'd get home from a study session, only to hear those moans, and that short-short-long cry of release trickle down into my room as the night grew longer. What can I say: I was a teenage boy; full of hormonal contradictions.Our final study session arrived, and we both knew Stephanie was ready. Her test was that coming Friday, the same day as Rachel's prom, and so after our final run through of the material, we decided to have a bit of a celebration. Her parents were gone for the evening, so out came the glasses, and along with it the booze. We were nice and relaxed, sitting on opposite ends of the living room couch, and as we got comfortably buzzed, our conversation began to get more revealing. The booze had put me in a mood, and she got a good chuckle listening to me moan about having to go to Rachel's prom."You know, I don't get you, TImmy," She remarked, stretching out her long legs towards me on the couch. She was wearing those loose-fitting short shorts, and they bunched up around her crotch, so I could see every inch of those drool-worthy stems. The way they gleamed in the light implied they were freshly shaved and moisturized. They were a work of art."Oh?" I asked."Yeah," she said, wiggling the toes on her sock-covered feet, "you've got a date; you've got Two dates; and you're still acting like you're the last single person on the planet.""Yeah two dates; single-evening dates; one with a church girl I'm not even really interested in, and the other is basically a joke. It's not exactly like my love life is on fire,” I trailed off.Stephanie took a drink, her eyes lingering on her glass momentarily."What about that girl Tara?" she asked, her eyes flicking back up at me intently."What about her?""Have you guys ever hooked up?" Her legs shifted together slightly as she asked.The image of my spent cock in my hand, and a dash of my cum dripping on Tara's perfect breast flashed before my eyes. I swallowed hard, and answered "No."Stephanie seemed to relax a bit as she said "that's too bad; she's a hottie.""She's one of my best friends. Plus, she's got plenty of better people than me to choose from." I took a big gulp from my drink, which was already making me quite warm inside. "I'm just really bad at all that stuff. My virginity is destined to remain intact for a long time."Stephanie snickered.Oh fuck, what did I just say? Goddamnit I just gave Stephanie some epic ammo. I winced, waiting for her to deliver a scud missile of tease and torment. I waited, but all that came was a long silence. She had the upper hand and didn't take it. Seizing this rare moment, I changed the subject."What about you?" I asked. One long leg bent up toward her stomach, almost in defense."What ABOUT me?""Are you seeing anyone? I've never seen you with a guy around here or anything, "Stephanie chortled in laughter, "Oh God. I would never bring anybody here in a million years. Not with My parents around, ""No?""No way," she shook her head, laughing, "they seem pretty cool and casual, but they're really uptight when it comes to sex."The image of Stephanie's mom Sandy sucking her husband's dick on camera while dripping with another man's cum flashed in my mind. My dick twitched."Oh yeah?"

Chapter 1: How can Tim Miller's blue balls get some relief?By LiminallySpaced. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.It was a Sunday morning, and my cock was hard in my hand. As an eighteen year old virgin, the strength of my erections was never in doubt, but their frequency was becoming distracting, to say the least. Hard when I went to sleep, hard when I woke up, hard at various impractical points throughout the day, my hormones were in a constant cascade down from my brain to my dick, swelling up my balls and begging to be released in an explosion of hot, white, euphoria.As warm water showered down my body, I worked toward that release. Eyes closed tight as I stroked up and down, my mind tried to organize the overwhelming stimulus it took in on a daily basis as a horned-up high school senior. Lori's cleavage when she bent over to pick up her pen, the way Tara's tight gym shorts framed her perfect ass, Michele's lips and tongue running over the tip of her pen while deep in thought. my cock screamed at me, throbbing, egging me on like my own personal drug dealer, pushing me to imagine how these young women, my classmates, my friends, might act if they were with me right now, their bodies consumed by the same fire as mine, and what depraved things they might do to reach their own satisfaction.But as I raced down the final straightaway toward ultimate pleasure, my mind's fantasies landed in the same place it always did. Instead of my hand sliding up and down my cock I envisioned a mane of fiery red hair bobbing back and forth, lips, tongue and hands touching me, sucking me, desperate to pull my climax out of my body. Then, right as I was approaching the edge, the mental image became the emerald green eyes of my next door neighbor Sarah looked up at me, her large, firm breasts pressed together by her arms as both hands pumped my shaft and kneaded my balls. Her breath was as labored as mine, her eyes burned with the fire of wanton lust. We both knew what was coming, and she wanted it, needed it, as badly as I did. Sarah's hands, lips and tongue coaxed me closer and closer. My balls churned, coiling tight, my breath got ragged, and then time seemed to stop as Sarah placed the trembling purple head of my cock on her bottom lip, stared me right in the eye, and whispered.Alexa Ruins My Moment"Hey, I'm coming in!" My eyes burst open, hand off my cock and quickly closing the gap in the shower curtain as I angled my rapidly deflating dick away from the bathroom door. The abrupt entrance of my step-sister Alexa snapped me right back to reality, instantly sending me lightyears away from that glorious precipice of pleasure."You know it doesn't really work if you knock, after, you open the door.""Eh, get over it, I wasn't looking, and besides, you've been in here for like half an hour. Other people need to use the bathroom in the morning too, you know!" Alexa was a bit older than me, and you'd think college would have taught her some new manners about sharing a communal space, but any tact she might have learned fell away as soon as she came home for a weekend, a holiday, or in this case spring break.I always used to lock the bathroom, automatically, but  when Alexa went off to college, I got out of the habit. That's going to changed immediately. "Why are you even up this early? You guys were out until like 2 am last night," I challenged my intruding stepsister."Stephanie and I are going on a bit of a road trip today, so we wanted to get a jump on things," Alexa said as she sat pissing in the toilet. I was just an arm's reach from her, only veiled by a cheap white vinyl shower curtain; But I stood there petrified by fear. Fear of Alexa's complete disregard of my privacy.Girls on the prowlAlexa was out Saturday night with her friend, Stephanie. Stephanie & her parents lived in our upstairs rented-out apartment. Stephanie and Alexa had been inseparable for as long as I could remember. As a night owl myself, I had heard them stumble home late many nights, and last night was no different. Straining cock in my hand, the sound of the closing front door, along with hushed whispers and giggles as they walked by my room, triggered momentary mid-masturbation paranoia. I froze in silence, mid-stroke, to make sure I gave no indication of what I was doing, but the pressure in my cock never abated. In that moment my horned-up mind wandered to Stephanie, a tall volleyball player with long toned legs and more than enough tits. Last night, as I surfed porn at 2 in the morning, I heard her footsteps coming down the hall. I wondered where she'd been. Had she sucked someone's dick? Had she swallowed their cum? My cock throbbed.Once I heard her bedroom door close, I thought the coast was clear & I started back up again. Thoughts of Stephanie lingered, and as I timed my orgasm to the cumshot clip I watched on my computer, in my mind's eye it was Stephanie's face I saw, mouth open in a slight smile, happily splattered in white.Just as the blast of cream abated, Alexa interrupted from the hallway; “What are You doing up so late?”"Nothing, just watching a movie."Her languid response of "Um Hmm" said she didn't believe me, but wasn't going to push it."Well just hurry up and finish, huh? You know mom hates it when you're late for church.” Her tone implied a double meaning.Back to this morning's shower.I heard the toilet lid close, followed by a strong flush. “Damn it!”  The sudden blast of scalding water led to my frantic overcompensation on the shower knobs, causing  my cock getting a blast of ice cold ‘therapy.'  I finally got the mix adjusted, but as I looked down at my now totally flaccid penis and frustratingly full balls, I knew the only thing being finished right now was my shower. I rinsed, turned off the water, and stepped out.As I toweled off, my mind drifted to all the things I had coming up in the next few months. After tucking in my towel around my waist, I opened the bathroom door to abate the steam, so I could eventually check my hair in the mirror. I brushed my teeth while thinking about things like finding a prom date, making sure my summer job was set up, and getting ready for college in the fall.As I went through the rest of my morning toiletry routine, several thoughts meandered through my head, but I was brought back to earth as my gaze fell on the bathroom window. The blinds were inexplicably drawn up so that this small window looked directly at Sarah's bedroom window, and as the fog cleared from the glass, it revealed the beautiful redhead whose lips I had just minutes ago been fantasizing were sliding up and down my cock. There she was, almost topless, with only a sheer black underwire bra shielding her perfect breasts from my eyes.She moved around her room casually, looking for a top for the day, but I froze. I'd caught a glimpse of her puttering around in her room from time to time over the years, but usually it was as a silhouette through curtains, and always fully clothed. Her curtains must have been broken now, as this was a straight shot right into her bedroom, the morning sun illuminating her pale cleavage like a beacon.I flicked off the bathroom light, shut the door, & clicked the lock. Standing there in the dark room, I could see Sarah, but all she saw was a screened dark bathroom window.Sarah and I were friendly, but I don't know if I'd say we were friends. We had lived only feet from each other for many years, and had grown up going to school together, but we never really traveled in the same social circles. Regardless, as the years went by she developed into the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. I was just too petrified by her beauty, and my own inexperience, to really do anything about it. Outgoing but private, I had no idea if she had a boyfriend, a girlfriend or what. My hormone-addled brain was dying to know her sexual history, and I had spent many nights imagining all its details for my own pleasure.I felt the blood start to return to my cock, but another impatient knock on the door from Alexa snapped me out of it.“Use the other bathroom,” I yelled in a defiant tone. When I looked back, Sarah had gone, and instinctually my hand sprung to close the blinds, not wanting anyone to be privy to the magic portal I had just discovered.The image of those busty, freckled tits stayed fresh in my mind as I got dressed. I wondered what her nipples tasted like. What her tits would feel like wrapped around my cock. How slowly my cum would slide down between them. Jesus I just wish I had cum in the shower. I really needed to snap out of this.The smell of bacon brought me back to earth as I entered the kitchen. I looked toward the stove and saw another lovely sight; two long, athletic legs leading up to the shortest shorts humanly imaginable. Inside those shorts was an apple of an ass, and above that, a tight, spaghetti-strap tank top covered a long, tight back leading up to a messy bun of dirty blonde hair, with headphones on each ear.. The whole package gyrated slowly to a song only she could hear as she made herself breakfast. The blood once again started its pilgrimage to my cock."Hey, neighbor," I greeted Stephanie as I opened the fridge door in an attempt to hide my arousal."Oh, hey, Timmy!" she said as she whirled around to greet me. She knew I hated the name Timmy, but she never passed up a chance to tease me. It was clear when she turned around, that she had stayed the night, as her nipples were clearly visible through the tight fabric of the tank top. As the only man in the house, and not much of a threat at that, Stephanie was always very relaxed when she was here, which meant she had no problem hanging around in whatever she slept in. Alexa would usually follow suit, and their sleepovers generally meant a parade of unfettered tits and nipples covered only by the thinnest of garments. This was both heaven and hell for any boy my age. Even now my eyes couldn't help but lock in on her perfect tits, and she caught me staring before I could look away."Are you staring at my tits, Timmy?" she said with a wry smile. I scrambled and focused on something else to cover my ogling."Nah, I'm staring at that hickey on your uh, chest. You fall asleep on the vacuum again?""Very funny," she chuckled, "I bet you'd love to know where I got it, wouldn't you, perv?" It was true. I blew it off and tried to seem cool, but goddamn it was true. The little deep red mark peeked out from the hem of her tank top, on the inside of her right breast and it was driving me mad. Did she get it last night? Did she get it. from Alexa?I'd never seen Stephanie with a boyfriend, and due to all the time the 2 girls spent together, I naturally wondered if Stephanie and Alexa were a little more than just friends. Stephanie's upstairs unit was laid out fairly similar to ours, so her bedroom was right above mine, which meant I could hear loud music and girlish giggles pulse through the floor every time they hung out. Then one night, when it was extra quiet, the sounds of faint moaning snuck their way through the floorboards, in through my ears, and directly down to my dick. I was too shocked to do anything but sit there with an intense hard on; Alexa wasn't home; was she up there with Stephanie? Did she have those long legs wrapped around my step-sister's head? The fact that I was over hearing something so personal, made it taboo and voyeuristic, and hot as hell. I tried to keep the incident out of my mind, but when I heard those sexy little whimpers trickle down a second occasion, a third, I couldn't ignore it. Sometimes Alexa was home, sometimes she wasn't, and I'd listen closely, stroking along, wondering if Stephanie was touching herself, or if Alexa was touching her, or licking her tight cunt, or even if that tight cunt was wrapped around a hard cock. I'd match her intensity, getting faster and faster as she lost control, until the sexiest sound a woman can make freed itself from her mouth in a unique short-short-long pattern of ecstasy, and I would cum so hard I almost blacked out."Have fun on your trip," I managed to choke out through a suddenly dry mouth. I grabbed a yogurt out of the fridge and went on my way. Today had been quite the test already, so heading off to church with my step-mom seemed like a great way to get my mind out of the gutter.Or so I thought.Despite working a dangerous job being a cop, my dad was never really one for religion. Neither was Kelly, my step mother, at least not until the night dad got injured in the line of duty. He passed away after two weeks in a coma, but Kelly's prayers never stopped. She found a great church shortly after we lost him, and the community of parishioners helped her, helped all of us, through a very difficult time. Alexa stopped going once she went off to college, but I continued to go with Kelly every week I could. I don't know if I believed any of it, but I knew me being there was soothing for Kelly, so I did it to make her feel good. I also did it because I missed my dad, and sometimes it really did help. One of the perks as well was a great youth ministry that introduced me to new kids from different nearby towns.When I arrived, late as always; I was greeted by a warm smile and a discreet wave from the pastor's daughter, Christine. A cute brunette Italian girl, with a sexy, smokey voice, I had developed a crush on her almost immediately. She had a style that was conservative, but definitely not prudish, a tantalizing dichotomy that was on full display the first summer we met. Big, baggy t-shirts would hang loose, revealing little form, while also giving just the slightest suggestion of the small, perky tits underneath. Below were short shorts, revealing long, strong legs formed by years of running track, and skin that seemed to have a warm, perpetual tan regardless of the season.A kind heart with a beautiful soul, Christine welcomed me into the church's youth social scene immediately and we became fast friends. I say emphasize friends, because I quickly learned Christine had a long time boyfriend named Eric. Eric was a good guy, but he wasn't a church goer, much to her father's dismay, and it was a source of much struggle for Christine as well. Having one foot in the godly world and one foot in the secular world can be very confusing, especially at our age. You see, despite being the pastor's daughter, Christine was still a red-blooded, 18 year old girl with wants and needs that boiled hot and furious just like everyone else. Christine trusted and confided in me, and while she never went into detail, I knew the pastor's daughter was doing SOMETHiNG sinful with her boyfriend; I just didn't know exactly what. This made my imagination run wild, but she was my friend, and doing her best to stay a good Christian girl, so I tried to ignore those thoughts as much as possible. I didn't always succeed.After the service my eyes scanned the congregation as everyone milled about. They fell on a face I hadn't seen in quite a while; a face that sent a slight tingle straight to my painfully full balls; Rachel. Tall, with long, strawberry blonde hair, Rachel was definitely what would be called thicc. Cute and innocent-looking with big doe eyes, Rachel by far had the biggest tits I'd seen of any girl my age. Sturdy bras held up her two talents while a tasteful sundress gave a hint of deep cleavage, and hung off the crest of a plump ass and thick thighs. Another longtime friend of mine, Rachel and her family belonged to two churches, so It was a rare treat to see her in person. To the casual onlooker it wouldn't seem like she and I had much of a relationship, as we generally didn't do much more than a smile and wave or a quick hello, but she and I actually had a very lively online relationship that saw us talking digitally almost every day. We'd chat about everything and anything as two teenagers growing up in the world. I enjoyed talking to her, but things never got particularly saucy. I'd complain about girls and she'd humor my grumblings, but when it came to Rachel and boys, there didn't seem to be much there to talk about. She was very clear she was saving her virginity for marriage, and that's generally where things would end. Even so, there was many a night where after one of our long digital conversations I'd massage my cock to completion, while wondering what she did with those magnificent, innocent tits when she was all alone.Making a bee line for me through the crowd now was Christine. After a big hug we chatted a bit, but I could tell something was off. It was a normal routine for Christine and I to take a drive and hang out after church, so we said our quick goodbyes, hopped in my car, and headed off to get milkshakes. Sitting in the parking lot, I decided to try and get to the bottom of what was bothering my friend."So what's up? You're being awfully quiet." I glanced over at her, taking note of her outfit. Today she was wearing a nice tasteful blouse, but her legs were on full display, reaching out from beneath a knee length skirt, which I noticed was currently bunched up tantalizingly at mid-thigh."It's nothing, it's just," she paused, shifting her legs together nervously,"it's just, Eric. Well, actually, it's really me.""Go on," I said, watching her pick the hem of her skirt."I'm just worried about what comes next. For us, Eric and me. College starts soon and we're going to be so far away from each other, and I'm. I'm worried there's not enough, you know, incentive to keep a long distance thing going."I thought I had a feeling where this was going."You mean you think because you're not having sex with him he'll find greener grass somewhere else?""Well, sort of, I mean. Can I; can I tell you something?" She started to blush."Of course," I said. My cock twitched."Well, Eric and I. we've always tried to keep each other. satisfied. but a couple of times it's just. the heat just got too much to bear, and we. had sex.""Oh no way!" I said, trying to play it cool while secretly my mind started racing. I shifted to hide my growing erection as any previous attempt to keep my thoughts of Christine chaste were instantly gone. I imagined her on her hands and knees, that tasteful skirt bunched up around her waist with her hot ass in the air, moaning in ecstasy as her tight, proper cunt got stuffed with a hot, throbbing cock. My fantasy was short-lived however."Yeah, only a couple times, because honestly. I just really couldn't enjoy it. He was a total gentleman and all, but the whole time I couldn't stop thinking that I was doing something wrong; something bad. And not in a hot way." My dick was deflating as I listened to my friend's legit crisis. "I was so uncomfortable every time, we could never really get going, and he wouldn't even. you know. cum."My cock twitched with life again slightly. Even though this wasn't a sexy situation, I couldn't help but note the hotness of hearing the pastor's daughter talk about cum."And so you're worried that he's going to get to college and find a girl who's not uncomfortable about it and forgets about you?""Actually no, I'm worried about me. I'm worried that this is my body telling me I'm not with the right person, and that I need to be with someone more; godly."Now don't get ahead of yourself, she wasn't talking about me; she knows I'm not much more than a weekend warrior for Christ, and this was something that was clearly weighing on her quite heavily. The sins of the flesh were bringing her to a serious cross road, and she had some hard decisions ahead of her."You know, one thing I know for sure is that I trust you. You've always had a great mind for my shit, and that's why I know that if you trust yourself, trust your gut, you're going to make the right decision." I assured her. She smiled that warm smile, and I thought I saw her tan thighs ever so slightly squeeze together.We finished our milkshakes, and I drove her home. Every so often I'd catch her eye and she'd smile again, as the late afternoon wind whipped her chocolate hair around in a frenzy. Before she got out, she leaned over, kissed me on the cheek, and said "thanks Tim. You're a good friend." I watched her sashay towards her front door, making sure to pull her skirt back down before she went in.Instant MessagesAs I drove home my mind raced again, and the tightness in my pants returned. I wasn't so much thinking of the awkward, uncomfortable sex Christine had had, but the thing she had said before that. Satisfied. They tried to keep each other satisfied? What did that mean? Was she jerking him off? Was he moaning in her ear as he spurt cum all over her hands? Had she tasted it? Had he tasted her? Was she regularly gripping the sheets and writhing around as he tongued her clit? Surely the pastor's daughter was keeping it respectable, but what was it like that first time? Maybe over-the-clothes dry humping just got so intense that they lost control. Maybe that sexy, smokey voice breathlessly cried out those two magic words. "fuck me."The stimuli of the day clouded my mind for the rest of the evening. Dinner and tv with Kelly was a blur; -all I could think about was getting upstairs and setting my blue balls free. I said goodnight to a returned Alexa, packing for her journey back to school tomorrow, headed to my room and fired up my computer. Waiting for me there was a message from Rachel. We chatted about nothing in particular for a while, and then, as the night grew later, quieter, she started to get a bit nosey."So where'd you and Christine run off to after church?" she inquired."Just went for a drive to get milkshakes; we do it almost every week.""Um Hmm; milkshakes. " Was this a little bit of sauce from Rachel?"Why, you jealous?""A little bit," she responded, "I love milkshakes. "I let it hang there, not sure how to respond. Not sure if this was innocent teasing, or if it were a double entendre from this proper, Christian girl whose family belonged to Two churches. I didn't have to wait long though as a new message popped up, changing the subject.

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This week the girls go deep with Leola Watkins, Pleasure Priestess and the best-selling author of Sacred Sex Ed. Answering listeners' questions, they dig into a number of concepts under the tantric umbrella from shadow work and Golden Shadows, to sex magic and creating through orgasm, to yoni and lingum gazing.  They also cover how all of this applies to men, when often tantric conversations can feel very feminine-energy-focused, AND how we can apply living tantrically to everyday life! This is a conversation for people who are new to the concepts of tantra, as well as people who have done 15 retreats. Get ready to get turned on by life! Leola's story. Tantra and overcoming sexual shame. (3:51)How to apply tantra to the real world: how can I be librated and expansive in this work environment and my home environment? (8:27)What it means to be a Pleasure Priestess. (13:29)What is shadow, and shadow work? Analyzing an old trigger of male-male play. (18:37)What does sexual liberation mean when it comes to shadow work? (26:28)Analyzing one of Vee's triggers: Sex without condoms. (28:27)Golden Shadow, and Elle's integrated shadow. (33:28)What's in it for men? (38:07)Eye Gazing: Tantra 101. What's the point of this exercise? (42:36)Vulnerability: “the cave you fear to enter holds the treasure you seek.” (46:19)Sex magic: what is it? Manifesting through orgasm. (48:00)Making your life juicier: the tantric principle that every moment is sacred. (53:25)How to stay grounded at Hedonism Swing Breakers. (58:07)Leola's offerings and the final nugget: yoni and lingum gazing with your partner! (1:02:20)Connect with Leola:Website: talktantratome.comInstagram: @talktantratomeLadies! Tantra Retreat August 8-11 : Pleasure Portal (mention GGD)Where to find us, and how you can support us:Instagram: @girlsgonedeeppod Merch: girlsgonedeep.com/shop Woo More Play Affiliate Link: Support us while you shop! WHOREible Life: Get 10% off your deck with code GONEDEEP at whoreiblelife.com Instagram: @wlthegameContact: girlsgonedeep@gmail.com

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How do the simple rituals we share each day shape the security and connection in our relationship? In this episode of The Partnership Podcast, Lauren and Trey dive into "Launches & Landings"—the daily practices that start and end their days together.Lauren recently finished Wired for Love (Second Edition) by Stan Tatkin, PsyD, MFT (

This week, we're bringing you a special feed drop from Rom Com Vom, a miniseries from Sex Ed with DB that unpacks beloved rom-coms, strips away their hidden toxic messages, and rewrites the script on love and sex.In this clip, host Danielle Bezalel sits down with Dr. Gretchen Sisson, a sociologist and expert on adoption and abortion, to break down Juno's portrayal of teen pregnancy, adoption, and reproductive rights. They discuss what the film gets right, what it glosses over, and why its cultural impact still lingers today. If you enjoy this conversation, check out the full episode—plus more deep dives into rom-com tropes—by finding Sex Ed with DB wherever you get your podcasts.You might be interested in the Public Health is Dead podcast: https://www.publichealthisdead.com/ 9o03Support the showFollow Us on Social: Twitter: @rePROsFightBack Instagram: @reprosfbFacebook: rePROs Fight Back Bluesky: @reprosfightback.bsky.social Email us: jennie@reprosfightback.comRate and Review on Apple PodcastThanks for listening & keep fighting back!

Mariah Caudillo is the brilliant sex educator behind SexEdFiles, whose motto is simple but revolutionary: “Shame-free, inclusive, and quality sex ed—let's learn together.” From unlearning the myths we grew up with to understanding why real sex education is about so much more than just sex, Mariah breaks down the barriers that keep us from having open, honest, and necessary conversations. No shame, no awkwardness—just real talk about bodies, pleasure, and everything in between. Tune in, take notes, and let's learn together!

Gotta be honest, I really learned some interesting things from the series.    We and our guest Official Series Letter Sara Linsleydiscuss Sex Ed 120%.    Show Notes: • You can reach us at Twitter @shonenflopcast, Tumblr shonen-flop, or email shonenflop@gmail.com   • You can find our guest at sara.pizza   • Help keep the show running by joining the Shonen Flop Patreon at patreon.com/shonenflop. Get perks like early access to episodes; picking series for us to cover; and exclusive episodes on manga like Undead Unluck, Magu-chan: God of Destruction, and Cypher Academy.   • Support the show and get the best prices on manga at mangamart.com/shonenflop. MangaMart's a family-owned store offering 20%+ off manga with free shipping over $100!   • Get Shonen Flop merch, including this episode's cover art, on a shirt, mug, print, or whatever else might catch your 1https://www.teepublic.com/stores/shonen-flop?ref_id=22733   • Become a member of our community by joining our Discord. You can hang out with us, submit your questions or six word summaries! Find it at https://discord.com/invite/4hC3SqRw8r   • Want to be a guest? You can ask to be on a future episode at bit.ly/shonen_flop_guest   Credits: • Manga by Kikiki Tataki (Story) Hotomura (Art)   • Shonen Flop is hosted by David Weinberger and Jordan Forbes   • Additional editing assistance by Dylan Krider you can find his podcast, Anime Out of Context at animeoutofcontext.com   • Assistance with pronunciation, translation, and other miscellaneous research done by Tucker Whatley and MaxyBee   • Thanks to Kalalla for being our social media manager   • Episode art by Merliel (IG: mer_liel)   • Cover art funded by our generous art benefactor Nigel Francis   MAL Description:  While she is just a physical education teacher at Sakuragaoka Girls' High School, 23-year-old Naoko Tsuji has another job to do. With an increasing number of people who are engaging in sexual activities at a very young age, Naoko feels that the stigmatization of sexual education in schools is pushing this problem to its extremes. Vowing to utilize her hobby as a sex education specialist, Naoko is determined to spread proper information on the subject.   With her most responsive students being the fanatic Shun Matsuda, the cautious Hikari Moriya, and the curious Kashiwa, every class is filled with interesting new things to learn as Naoko comes closer to her goal of promoting healthier and more enjoyable high school lives.

What happens when one partner wants something sexually, but the other doesn't? In this episode, Lauren and Trey respond to an audience member's question about sexual boundaries in relationships. Lauren shares one of her favorite Betty Dodson quotes: "The first principle of pleasure is the freedom of personal choice."—reminding us that if you don't want to do something in bed, you don't have to. Period.They explore past experiences, why relationships don't begin or end over just one preference, and how mutual enjoyment plays a role in long-term intimacy. Plus, Lauren shares a resource for learning pleasure-centered techniques through Beducated.This short but impactful episode (under 30 minutes) is a must-listen for anyone navigating intimacy, consent, and personal agency in relationships. Because your body, your choice—always.

Following this week's conversation with Jackie Rotman on the Center for Intimacy Justice's groundbreaking new report, DB shares her own experience with digital suppression as a sex educator. From flagged posts to shadowbanning to disappearing content, she talks about how social media censorship has affected her work and mental health—and what audiences can do to push back and support censored creators. Mentioned in this episode: The Digital Gag: How Big Tech is Censoring Sexual Health CONNECT WITH US Instagram: @sexedwithdbpodcast TikTok: @sexedwithdbTwitter: @sexedwithdb Threads: @sexedwithdbpodcast YouTube: Sex Ed with DB ROM-COM VOM SEASON 11 SPONSORS: Lion's Den, Uberlube, Magic Wand, & Arya. Get discounts on all of DB's favorite things here! GET IN TOUCH Email: sexedwithdb@gmail.comSubscribe to our newsletter for behind-the-scenes content and answers to your sexual health questions! FOR SEXUAL HEALTH PROFESSIONALS Check out DB's workshop: "Building A Profitable Online Sexual Health Brand" ABOUT THE SHOW Sex Ed with DB is your go-to podcast for smart, science-backed sex education—delivering trusted insights from top experts on sex, sexuality, and pleasure. Empowering, inclusive, and grounded in real science, it's the sex ed you've always wanted. SEASON 11 TEAM Creator, Host & Executive Producer: Danielle Bezalel (DB) Producer: Sadie Lidji Communications Lead: Cathren Cohen Logo Design: Evie Plumb (@cliterallythebest)

Kevin and Tim share their respective Sex Ed experiences.

What do teen boys and girls need from us right now?I had the privilege of hosting Rachelle Bergstein, lifestyle writer, author, and editor in a conversation about the complexities of adolescence today for teen boys and girls. Being able to reach teenagers to inspire them to see the good in each other, boy and girl, is a dream of mine. Rachelle's work has appeared in the New York Post, The New York Times, NPR, and more. She is the author of three books: Women from the Ankle Down, Brilliance and Fire, and The Genius of Judy. She lives with her husband and son in Brooklyn.We focus much of the conversation on her most recent book, The Genius of Judy and diving into questions that include: what's happening with teen girls? Is opposite sex friendship a good idea for teens? How do we deal with the tension point around sexuality overload juxtaposed with big feelings of shame and low self esteem? Who is nonmonagamy actually serving? what struggles are boys facing? How do we teach kids about sex in a way that fosters sacredness while avoiding shame?Find out more at RachelleBergstein.com Timestamps:00:37 - 01:01 Introduction and Guest Welcome01:01 - 02:02 Rachelle Bergstein's Background02:02 - 02:58 Judy Blume and Sex Education02:58 - 04:55 Is it okay for kids to learn about sex?04:55 - 07:35 Talking to Kids About Sex07:35 - 09:25 What really is proper Sex-ed?09:25 - 10:22 The most sexless generation ever10:22 - 11:46 Rachelle's sex-ed utopia11:46 - 14:41 Dealing with the 'Sex like a man' trend14:41 - 17:09 Is it wrong to be non-monogamous?17:09 - 18:12 Who was Judy Blume?18:12 - 19:42 Masturbation and teenagers19:42 - 21:13 Judy Blume's most controversial book21:13 - 22:56 Ancient Rituals in Modern Parenting22:56 - 24:19 Finding a rite of passage for girls24:19 - 27:34 What compelled Lily phillips' actions?27:34 - 28:48 Does porn make girls fear sex?28:48 - 29:33 The Impact of Extreme Pornography on Teens29:33 - 32:29 What are boys struggling with?32:29 - 34:16 The Crisis of Young Masculinity34:16 - 35:07 Friendships Between Boys and Girls35:07 - 38:22 Can boys and girls really be 'just friends'?38:22 - 38:49 Empathy and Understanding Between Genders38:49 - 41:15 What fascinates boys about teenage girls?41:15 - 43:23 What do teenage girls admire about teenage boys?43:23 - 44:57 The beauty of teenage years44:57 - 46:05 Does pornography have a role in society today?46:05 - 47:33 I no longer trust compliments from this age group47:33 - 49:05 Differences in what the sexes find attractive49:05 - 49:53 About Alison Armstrong49:53 - 52:10 Final Thoughts and Takeaways____________________________________________If you found some value today then help me spread the word! Share this episode with a friend or leave a review. This helps the podcast grow.You can also watch the episodes on youtube hereFollow me on Instagram @anyashakh

Edutainment finally comes to Shonen Flop!   David and Jordan give their first thoughts on manga Sex Ed 120%. Listen in as they give an overview of the first chapter, where they think it will go from there, and ultimately their “power word” to describe the series so far. They also dive into some listener questions.    Show Notes: • You can reach us at Twitter @shonenflopcast or email us shonenflop@gmail.com   • Help keep the show running by joining the Shonen Flop Patreon at patreon.com/shonenflop. Get perks like early access to episodes; picking series for us to cover; and exclusive episodes on manga like Undead Unluck, Magu-chan: God of Destruction, and Cypher Academy.   • Support the show and get the best prices on manga at mangamart.com/shonenflop. MangaMart's a family-owned store offering 20%+ off manga with free shipping over $100!   • Become a member of our community by joining our Discord. You can hang out with us, submit your questions or six word summaries! Find it at https://discord.com/invite/4hC3SqRw8r   • Get Shonen Flop merch, including this episode's cover art, on a shirt, mug, print, or whatever else might catch your eye https://www.teepublic.com/stores/shonen-flop?ref_id=22733   • Want to be a guest? You can ask to be on a future episode at bit.ly/shonen_flop_guest   Credits:   • Manga by Kikiki Tataki (Story) Hotomura (Art)   • Shonen Flop is hosted by David Weinberger and Jordan Forbes   • Additional editing assistance by Dylan Krider you can find his podcast, Anime Out of Context at animeoutofcontext.com   • Assistance with pronunciation, translation, and other miscellaneous research done by Tucker Whatley and MaxyBee   • Thanks to Kalalla for being our social media manager   MAL Description: While she is just a physical education teacher at Sakuragaoka Girls' High School, 23-year-old Naoko Tsuji has another job to do. With an increasing number of people who are engaging in sexual activities at a very young age, Naoko feels that the stigmatization of sexual education in schools is pushing this problem to its extremes. Vowing to utilize her hobby as a sex education specialist, Naoko is determined to spread proper information on the subject.   With her most responsive students being the fanatic Shun Matsuda, the cautious Hikari Moriya, and the curious Kashiwa, every class is filled with interesting new things to learn as Naoko comes closer to her goal of promoting healthier and more enjoyable high school lives.

Talking about sex in a long-term relationship can feel awkward, vulnerable, or even impossible—but it doesn't have to be. In this episode of The Partnership Podcast, Lauren and Trey dive deep into how to have hard conversations about your sexual relationship and create the sex life you both want.They unpack societal scripts that shape men's and women's experiences of desire, share real feelings from couples—including feeling stuck and trapped—and explore Esther Perel's insight: “It is not a crisis of desire, it is a crisis of imagination.”Together, they walk through six steps to reinvigorate your sex life:1️⃣ Examine your beliefs – Where did your ideas about sex come from? Do they still serve you?2️⃣ Assess your social circles – Are the relationships around you communicative and pleasure-centered?3️⃣ Expand your knowledge – Introduce new ideas and education into your “diet” and consider working with a sexuality educator like Lauren.4️⃣ Own your part – Take accountability for ways you may have contributed to a stagnant sex life and discuss what you'd love to nurture together.5️⃣ Take risks & explore – Experiment with new initiation styles, fantasies, Creative Monogamy (Dr. Joli Hamilton), sexy getaways, and educational resources like OMGYES and BEDUCATED.6️⃣ Integrate & choose – After experimenting, decide what works for you and what you want to keep.Lauren wraps up with a powerful reminder: “Once we have a greater understanding of our options and our choices, we don't feel stuck—we feel like choice makers. And THAT equals great sex.”

This week on Family Policy Matters, host Traci DeVette Griggs welcomes Brittany Hausmann, Director of Educational Outreach at Alternatives Care Centers, to discuss more effective strategies to teach young people about the importance of healthy sexual behavior. Parents, please note that this episode touches on some mature topics, so please be cautious if listening with young children.

Guest: Julia Serano (writer, activist)   Julia Serano kicks off the third season of Fat Chicks on Top. Writer and activist, she talks about her new book Sexed Up: How Society Sexualizes Us, and How We Can Fight Back. She goes into how some of us are marked versus unmarked, what that means, and how it changes our experience moving through the world. We talk about her earlier works, Whipping Girl and Excluded. We also talk about how she is surviving the current shitty politics of the US and more!   Sites and Socials JuliaSerano.com (website) Substack   Other Things Mentioned in This Episode Kessler and McKinna. Gender: An Ethnomethodological Approach University of Chicago Press. Great Discords for Trans Joy! Mercury Stardust I'm AuntieVice on Discord

The 2025 legislative session is finally over! Senators and representatives from around Utah have spent the past 45 days filling the state Capitol with good and bad ideas. Fox 13 reporter Ben Winslow joins host Ali Vallarta for part one of a two-part recap, explaining what lawmakers did about deportation, voting, and school lunches. Become a member of City Cast Salt Lake today! It's the best way to support our work and help make sure we are around for years to come. Get all the details and sign up at membership.citycast.fm. Subscribe to Hey Salt Lake, our daily morning newsletter. You can also find us on Instagram @CityCastSLC. Looking to advertise on City Cast Salt Lake? Check out our options for podcast and newsletter ads. Learn more about the sponsors of this episode:  ICO Salt Lake Bees Treefort Music Fest Live Crude - Get $10 off your first CRUDE purchase with promo code CITYCASTSLC. Workshopslc.com - use code CITYCAST for 20% off. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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What kind of relationship with sex do we want young people to have? In this episode myself and Tika Sumpter, known for her multifaceted career as an actor and creator, explore this question as parents and as people reparenting themselves. In this episode Tika shares her compelling personal story that shaped her approach to intimacy and education. Growing up in a Christian household, discussions about sex were often avoided or framed solely around negative consequences. This instilled fear and confusion about her own sexuality during her teenage years. In her twenties, Tika found herself navigating relationships without a clear understanding of her body or pleasure, often pretending to have a sexual IQ she hadn't yet developed. Therapy became a turning point, helping her reconnect with herself and embrace her sexual identity. Now, as a mother, Tika is determined to break this cycle for her daughter. On this episode, she opens up about her journey and shares how she is redefining sex and intimacy education in her household. Her goal is to raise her daughter to be a sexually and relationally competent individual, equipped with the tools and knowledge Tika wishes she had earlier in life. Tika is best known for her work on screen but did you know she also makes children's content? She is the creator of The Adventures of Curious Cove, a podcast anchored by the beloved series Ella the Curious. This project reflects her passion for storytelling and education, making complex topics accessible and engaging for young audiences. Thank you Bumble This episode of Lovers is presented by Bumble who encourages you to date your way. There is a world where you can date exactly who you want, however you want. So date now, on Bumble. Thank you Tika https://www.instagram.com/tikasumpter https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/adventures-of-curiosity-cove/id1760587303 Age by Age Sexual Development Guide As per Tika's request… loversbyshan.com/quizzes Join My Mailing List https://www.loversbyshan.com/newsletter Lovers Community If you're interested in joining the Lovers community click here to join the waitlist https://www.loversbyshan.com/community

Hasan sits down with screen legend Halle Berry to learn more about why she's making menopause her passion, and to fill in some of his own knowledge gaps on it. There were a lot of gaps. It was pretty much all gaps. This episode is brought to you by ZipRecruiter. Try ZipRecruiter for free at https://www.ziprecruiter.com/hasan Visit www.re-spin.com/health and use discount code HMDK165OFF for $150 off Respin memberships (valid for the first 75 sign ups) Co-Creator & Executive Producer: Hasan Minhaj Co-Creator & Executive Producer: Prashanth Venkataramanujam Executive Producer/Director/Editor: Tyler Babin Executive Producer/Showrunner: Scott Vrooman Cinematographer: Austin Morales Producer: Kayla Feng Talent Coordinator: Tanya Somanader Audio Engineer: Gunnar Nagle Camera Operator: Riede Dervay Executive Assistant: Samuel Piland Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Scripture: Genesis 1:26-31 Key Takeaways: + God made us male and female to bear his image -       Matthew 19:3-6 + Our bodies are a good gift from God and tell us who we are “This is hugely important. If the body is merely a vehicle or a costume for the real you, then it is the equivalent of property. But we know this can't really be the case. However much we might privilege the mind or soul over the body as the ‘real' us, we know deep down that the body is an essential part of who we truly are. When people hurt your body, you know that they have not just damaged some of your property; they have violated you. What you do to someone's body, you do to a person… We cannot escape our embodied-ness. Alastair Roberts sums it up neatly: ‘The body isn't just something that clothes the self but is itself the self.” – Sam Allberry. What God has to say about our Bodies. + Some people feel an incongruence between their biological sex and their internal sense of self “In many Western countries, we've seen a massive spike in teenagers questioning their gender. For instance, the Tavistock Centre in London, the main gender clinic in the United Kingdom, treated 51 (34 males, 17 females) children and teenagers in 2009 who had gender dysphoria or were identifying as trans*. In 2016, the same clinic saw 1,766 (557 males, 1,209 females) children and teenagers, and in 2019 it saw 2,364 (624 males, 1,740 females). That's more than 5000% increase among females in 10 years. Researchers have documented similar upsurges, among biological females in particular, in many Western countries: Sweden, the United Kingdom, the Netherlands, New Zealand, Canada, and the United States.” – Preston Sprinkle. Embodied: Transgender Identities, the Church, and What the Bible Has to Say. + Our hope is in transformation not transition “Christian discipleship is oriented toward living out the divine image that God created us to be. Sexed bodies are part of that image. Ontologically then, transitioning would be moving us further away from who we are, not bringing us closer to it.” – Preston Sprinkle. Embodied: Transgender Identities, the Church, and What the Bible Has to Say. -       Romans 12:1-2 -       2 Corinthians 5:17 + See people as image bearers that are to be loved, protected, and cared for + Develop convictions not just gut reactions + Parents, own and exercise your authority compassionately + Seek to be a welcoming community that listens, learns, loves, and shares the truths with compassion and patience

This is episode 2 in our "Nutz 4 Snutz" series, originally episode #576 called "What The Sound Made," released on December 2nd, 2018. Health teacher Joe Bongo is back again with his trusty bongos! Joe joins Scott to talk about being involved in the most expensive car accident, how he incorporates his bongos during his Sex Ed classes, and his podcast pilot “Drivin' and F**ckin'.” Plus, Randy Snutz returns to talk about his girlfriend bringing catastrophe into his life and to pitch his very own podcast. Get access to all the podcasts you love, music channels and radio shows with the SiriusXM App! Get 3 months free using this show link: https://siriusxm.com/cbb

In this week's episode of Señora Sex Ed, Diosa and Mala are joined by Virginia and Laura Jimenez, two members of California Latinas for Reproductive Justice. Virginia shares her experience receiving abortion care at two distinct times in her life: once at 17-years-old and later at 48-years-old. She hopes to normalize stories of abortions, no matter the reason. For the later half of this episode, Laura Jimenez provides the history of the Reproductive Justice movement and its four tenets. Support the show: https://www.patreon.com/locatora_productionsSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Hey what's up hello! This week we're chatting with Dee Whitnell about their new book Beyond Bananas and Condoms: The LGBTQIA+ Inclusive Sex Education You Never Got at School. Follow Dee: @s3xtheorywithdeeDee's Substack: https://s3xtheorywithdee.substack.com/    Buy Dee's Book! https://bookshop.org/a/101336/9781805011996    Donate: patreon.com/soundsfakepod  Follow: @soundsfakepod    Join: https://discord.gg/W7VBHMt  www.soundsfakepod.comBuy our book: www.soundsfakepod.com/book