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This conversation revisits the issues that launched the original "Speaking the Truth in Love Conference" nearly a decade ago: gender, marriage, and sexuality. Pastor Richard Caldwell and Dr. Josh Philpott reflect on how the 2016 Obergefell decision impacted local churches, prompting them to clarify their constitutions and bylaws. They examine cultural shifts, including the rise of transgender activism and new interpretations of biblical terms, underscoring why Scripture must remain the Church's unwavering authority. They conclude by inviting listeners to the upcoming conference, urging believers to hold steadfastly to God's design.
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Our sexuality is part of God's very good design. But in a fallen world, this area of our lives is often deeply haunted by pain, sin, and shame. In this talk, Michael Bouterse, director of Thrive Harbor, teaches on our sexuality and the ways that we find health, hope, and healing for our sexual stories. Scripture passages cited (or alluded to) in this message include Luke 15:17-24, 30; Romans 6:6; 2 Corinthians 5:17; 1 Corinthians 6:9-11; Psalm 51:17; and Genesis 41:51.
This conversation revisits the issues that launched the original "Speaking the Truth in Love Conference" nearly a decade ago: gender, marriage, and sexuality. Pastor Richard Caldwell and Dr. Josh Philpott reflect on how the 2016 Obergefell decision impacted local churches, prompting them to clarify their constitutions and bylaws. They examine cultural shifts, including the rise of transgender activism and new interpretations of biblical terms, underscoring why Scripture must remain the Church's unwavering authority. They conclude by inviting listeners to the upcoming conference, urging believers to hold steadfastly to God's design.
The Music Room.Based on a post by FinalStand, in 13 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels. ‘My, oh my,' Taliyah murmured. She had felt the two Samsonov boys pressing in on her, Mikhail behind her and Vlad to the front. She hoped she had them right. With her heart racing and her fervor rising, she wasn't 100% sure. ‘Mikhail,' she looked over her shoulder as she moved her ass up and down his crotch, ‘this is only for you.' Her declaration was in a throaty moan.‘That's unfair,' I chuckled to Taliyah.‘Don't worry,' her head tilted up, ‘I know some tricks Brandy doesn't know.' I didn't know if that was true, or not. Finding out would be fun. I kissed her on the lips. At the same time, my brother nipped down on her shirt-covered shoulder.‘Don't be cruel,' he teased her. ‘You know he was sneaking peeks at the lodge.'‘My body; my rules,' Taliyah insisted somewhat breathlessly.‘Okay. I'll work on changing your mind,' I growled before diving in for another kiss. Our tongues battled. Taliyah placed her hands on either side of my chin, taking control of our passion. In doing so, I sensed her reticence quickly passing.‘Y'alls first time with one girl?' she purred when we came up for air. She knew it was, so I was left trying to figure out her game.For Taliyah this was a totally new experience too. The sense she had such a level of control over the masculine power encompassing her was dizzying. She hated to admit it, but looking into Vlad's eyes felt nice. His gaze was focused on her. His perceptions were seeking out her reactions and her responses, not still hooked on Brandy.In the back of her mind had been the gnawing fear she was a substitute fuck; a Brandy-surrogate in Vlad's mind. She saw none of that. His attention was eating her up and it made her so fucking hot. Even more thrilling: she was soaked, breathing heavy and trembling; and they all three still had their damn clothes on!Taliyah's fingers began fumbling with my belt.‘We've got time,' I stroked her cheek. I caught a quick signal from Mikhail. We both dove down for opposite sides of her neck, suckling, licking and nibbling on her tense muscles from collar to ear lobe. In the process, I managed to pull her shirt out of her skirt; she got my belt buckle undone. Synching our oral attacks with working our shoes off with foot-action alone, we then went straight to loosening our belts and; front first (aka me); yanked off our jeans and underwear in one brutal maneuver.‘Ah,' Taliyah gasped as my lips and tongue played along the crux of her windpipe and chin, ‘you two practice that much?'‘Yeah,' Mikhail chortled. ‘We do.'Taliyah's hand on my shoulders caused me to bring about a pause in our actions.‘Seriously?' she looked over her shoulder at my vigorous triplet.‘Why would I make up something so bizarre?' was his take on things. I could tell Taliyah 'wanted' to know more. But she simply wanted more of us both right now and figured she could interrogate us about our unusual sexual indoctrination later; post-coitus. They began kissing and their kisses became an oral battle replete with growls, rumbles and other hungry sounds.I took the distraction to rapidly unbutton Taliyah's shirt, pull it open and; Lord Hallelujah!; she had on a front-opening bra; and unleash her 'puppies'. I had talked about her preferences with neither Mikhail nor Brandy, but I'd witnessed and rewound (hey, I'm 18 years old) the footage of the lakeside orgy enough times to know she liked her nipples played with.‘Uh; uh; uh; ah; ‘ the dark-skinned beauty moaned. ‘Are you two telepathic?' she said in response to our hands reaching inside her panties and moving along her vulva and perineum, coming at her from different directions at the same time. I wasn't quite sure what inspired us; I put my thumb upon her aroused clit; it felt almost the size of the first digit of my pinkie; and reached around to insert my ring finger against her sphincter.At the same time, Mikhail was working his thumb up her bunghole and rubbing his forefinger into her vagina. She was already wet and getting wetter by the second. By the oily texture of my brother's digits, he'd somehow snuck some lubricant on them while our partner was distracted.The combination of our height differentials, our ministrations and her obvious pleasure forced my brother and I to go to our knees.‘Oh God! I need a picture of this,' Taliyah exulted. ‘Both of you on your knees around me.'‘I promise,' I looked up, ‘we'll do this again.'‘You'd better,' she beamed, looking down at me, wreathed in a cocktail of majesty and carnality. She added to that image by cupping her left breast into a mouth-watering mound. No words were necessary. I licked the rich, dark brown areola before latching onto her stubby, darker nipple. My thumb and finger were working in tandem with Mikhail's over her cunt and anus to bring her to fruition.Taliyah was struggling to keep it together. She fed her other breast to Vlad who attentively latched on and began applying a tantalizing level of suction which was driving her wild.‘Cut loose, Babe,' Mikhail whispered into her ear. He was rising back to his feet at the same time his right hand began to furiously frig her.She shot him a foul look over her shoulder.'As if he can tell me what and when I can; ' she thought to herself.‘We are in a soundproof room for a reason,' he grinned. She sensed the connection. He wasn't out to steal anything from her. Her lover was famished for even more of her sensuality and that desire was showing through. Taliyah looked heavenward; and then Howled!Emptiness Fourth Period Bell.Sultana Berry stumbled into the front of the room first. We were on our knees; Mikhail had his back to the newcomers, Taliyah was on all-fours with Mikhail doing her cunt from behind while she was giving me yet another blowjob. I was looking right at Sultana and the other cheerleaders as they entered.‘I hope this doesn't take too long,' Sultana got out, ‘because I'd; ‘ and her head turned from looking over her shoulder at her fellow cheerleaders in the hallway to the three of us a dozen feet away.‘Holy Shit!' she exclaimed.‘What?' wondered Randi Leigh who was right behind Sultana. Before she could comment, Alondra Lamb, stumbled in, with Brandy herding her and Betty Jo Starling ahead of her. ‘Oh fuck,' gasped Randi Leigh, her surprise turning quickly vindictive, ‘Brandy, your guy seems to be fucking your best friend.'Alondra scanned around seeking direction. Sultana's eyes flicked to Brandy before latching back onto my 'midsection' as Taliyah unleashed my cock from her lips allowing it to sort of sway there; hypnotically.‘'Bout time you got here,' Taliyah slurred happily to Brandy. ‘I'm tapping out.'With that, she slouched down on her left side, head resting on her biceps, serene smile on her face. Earlier we'd spread out the piano cover so we didn't have to deal with the much colder floor. Even as Mikhail let her down gently, his tool came free with a loud 'plop!', revealing its rock-hard, 'full mast' status.‘Hey Brandy, what is Randi Leigh doing here?' I beamed lust-filled affection at my girlfriend. ‘I thought you said she wasn't invited.' According to my Mother (the Evil Psychic Mistress of Misdirection), insinuating to one girl another woman didn't want you close by 'her man' made her want to get close to you. It didn't make much sense to me, but then what did I know about women? Sure enough, Randi Leigh shot Brandy an evil look.Mikhail extended his sweaty body over Taliyah, planted a few feather-light kisses on her shoulder and ear then rose up, right leg first. He quarter-turned their way.‘Alondra,' he emoted wolfishly. The smoky hot young lady blinked in surprise then pointed to herself as if to affirm she was the one he was talking to; as if there was another Alondra in this High School. There wasn't.‘Come here,' he beckoned her with a finger.‘Me?' she gulped.‘I've wanted to kiss you since the first time I saw you,' Mikhail rumbled.‘Me?' she repeated. Alondra wasn't going to win any debates with that level of verbal repertoire.‘Hold on now,' Sultana interposed herself, facing her ladies. Her mistake was taking her eyes off my brother.‘But I think he needs help getting dressed,' Alondra tried to explain. How cute.‘Brandy, what's going on here?' Sultana was looking past Alondra to the Team Co-Captain. Mikhail snuck up on Sultana quickly and quietly. I was right behind him. Randi Leigh was trying to get Sultana's attention. Too late. He moved straight into Sultana's back, driving her face to face with Alondra.‘So you think you are better than Taliyah, do you?' he breathed into Sultana's ear. She recoiled as much as she could, putting a weak elbow into his ribs. She was only partially effective in turning around. For my part, I slipped around them and went directly into Randi Leigh's personal space. Take into account both my brother and I were naked, glistening with sweat, and highly aroused;‘Randi Leigh (apparently middle names were important in cases such as this), why doesn't Brandy want you and I hanging out?' I lied.‘I never said that,' Brandy protested. If someone I had known for more than half my life told me one thing and a near-stranger told me the opposite, I would believe the person I knew well. Mom insisted Randi wouldn't believe Brandy;‘Sure you didn't,' Randi Leigh simmered while reaching down and wrapping a hand around my cock. She gave me a little yank. ‘Not bad.'‘Get off me!' Sultana demanded of Mikhail. She got her wish. Mikhail moved her aside and went after Alondra. He astonished everyone by cupping the chestnut-complexioned girl's jaw romantically in both hands and placing a kiss on her lips.‘Fucking fantastic,' he purred, then went in pursuit of a far more brutal and demanding lip-lock which took hostage the air from deep within Alondra's lungs.‘Hey,' Sultana protested. ‘Stop that.' She tried to separate my brother from his prey. Alondra complicated the issue by entwining one arm behind his head and the other around his waist, keeping him close. Wanton moans echoed from her unfathomed sensual core.Randi Leigh drank in the scene.‘I'm Rashaan's girl now,' she grinned up at me, hand still on my rod.‘I'm not going to tell him a damn thing,' I looked down at her. My left hand went along her right elbow to her shoulder all friendly-like. When Randi Leigh didn't resist, I moved my right from her hip to her ass and began bringing her close.‘I'm not going to fuck you,' her lips insisted at the same time her hand began jacking me off. ‘I don't do White guys.'‘Does cunnilingus count?' I whispered into her ear.‘Ah; ‘ she murmured. ‘Maybe not,' she finished off with a foxy grin of her own.I could begin to see the calculations going off behind those eyes. Perhaps; just perhaps; there was a reason Brandy had risked Darius' wrath to fuck me; on multiple occasions. I let my hand on her ass creep to her cleft.‘Clothes,' I teased her; as she had me on too many occasions. Meanwhile;‘Brandy?' Sultana looked to the functioning Co-Captain for intervention. Brandy had already kicked off her tennis shoes and was currently stripping down out of her jeans and panties. She was also still by the door. Only later would I realize it was because she'd sent Misty Dawn and Betty Jo Starling to escort a semi-crippled Alexander here and the door was locked, so they would need to be let in; thus necessitating her remaining close to the door.Brandy's allies on the squad, Noémie and Amber Lee, were keeping three 'opposing' cheerleaders (Vantrice, Mia and Pearl) preoccupied this lunch period. Dealing with five new cheerleaders would be stressing the three of us guys to our limits. In theory, I guessed that meant we'd pick those other five off later in the week, or on Saturday at Brandy's house.‘Taliyah and I can't keep up with these three,' Brandy exaggerated. ‘I was hoping y'all could help out this one time. Please?'‘But; ‘ Sultana sputtered. I was willing to bet 'they're White' almost spilled forth. But she spared another look to the sexually sated Taliyah instead.‘By all means, leave my Man alone,' Taliyah threatened, then yawned, stretching out like a savannah lioness. ‘I'll leave you Rashaan.'According to Mom, that wasn't an offer, it was a challenge; for Sultana to go after Mikhail. To my naïve way of thinking, he could have made it easier by switching his attention from Alondra to Sultana, who was the more dominant woman anyway. Not only was that 'not' Mikhail, it wasn't what a man did if he wanted a woman's interest. We; the men; had to play hard to get.I'd told Mom I preferred honesty. She'd told me to keep my preferences to myself and do what I was told; and I would somehow end up happier. I truly believe my Mom loves me, so I went along with her madcap advice. It worked gang-busters. The more Mikhail persisted in focusing on Alondra, the harder Sultana worked on enticing and seducing him; because he was a bastard?In comparison, I had it easier. Brandy was clearly horny for me and Randi Leigh got off on thwarting Brandy's lusts by corralling my attentions with her body motions. The more frustrated Brandy became, the more Randi Leigh's inhibitions flew out the window. She had me on my back, hand still on my cock as she guided it into her steamy folds in under two minutes. Putting on a condom? 'No time for that,' or so she claimed. Funny. I thought we had fifty minutes.Here I was feeling bad about leaving Brandy out and here she was with her triumphant smile from over Randi Leigh's shoulder. She had totally suckered Randi Leigh and me with her passionate resistance. She mouthed 'I love you' before scampering off to get the door. Alexander, Misty Dawn and Betty Jo had arrived.Under anything approaching normal group dynamics, at least one of the young ladies could have been expected to bolt this unusual erotic encounter; however the Cheer Squad was used to their Lunch Time and post-Practice orgies. In the immediate post-Darius Era, they hadn't been getting any and suddenly they had three hunky, hot and ready (even if White) guys in front of them, willing to perform.Alexander had it the easiest. He was 'infirm', so Misty Dawn decided to transfer all the gratitude she had for me not getting into a slugfest with Cousin Buck in the Parking Lot this morning to him, thus lavishing him with some intense, solo loving care. Betty Jo, momentarily at loose ends, was called over to Mikhail by Alondra, who insisted she was still trying to get him dressed;If Mikhail felt any reticence over reliving the sexual exploits of his Varangian ancestors, he didn't show it in the slightest. He soon had Alondra and Betty Jo kneeling with their haunches on their heels, licking his balls and cock-shaft while Sultana stood by his side, kissing him longingly as he massaged her pubic mound; no penetration yet. It took me a few seconds to realize he was teasing her; plus, he was able to pat the kneeling lasses on their heads when they particularly pleased him. What a fortuitous pig.I didn't have the time to verbally chastise him. As I began to work in and out of Randi Leigh's love box, twisting my hips during every intrusion, looking to increase her stimulations, she began to get really responsive and incredibly vocal. The combination of the 'aphrodisiacs' Mom had given us, plus my interrupted blowjob with Taliyah, prompted me to begin ejaculating into her womb. Whoops!‘Ugh; ugh; ugh; ugh; ugh; ugh --ugh-ugh-uh-uh-ug!' escaped from her lips and then she went off like no woman I'd ever seen before. Randi Leigh was acting as if she was having a seizure. Her long, brunette hair, normally in a ponytail, but worn loose today, whipped around her head as she thrashed and jerked atop of me. Fingernails drew bloody rivets across my pectorals as her hands scarred me from collar to mid-stomach.Her mahogany skin (she was White, but well-tanned) was more flushed than normal, her small nipples were a bright crimson within her rich reddish-brown half-dollar-sized areolas equally blood-flushed and puff. Her breathing came in staggered gasps. Then she completely locked up perpendicular to my waist, back bowed and her face finally ending up staring down at me in disbelief.All I could think of, looking back up at her, trying to make sense of the electricity spreading like fire through her veins was; 'if you figure out what I just did to you, please let me know what it was; because I may want to be more careful who I do it to in the future'.‘Uwee; ‘ escaped from her tightly constricted airways right before Randi Leigh's eyes rolled back in her head and she collapsed on my chest, utterly spent.‘Brandy?' I looked past the unconscious woman on my chest toward my vastly more experienced lover. She looked stunned. The rest of the room was quiet.‘I think; that was Randi Leigh; having an orgasm,' Brandy gasped.‘You go, Bro!' Mikhail saluted me, slamming his closed-fist over his heart; twice. With the way the three women were looking at him, he should have been more careful. I suspected they were expecting the same treatment.‘Are you sure you are okay with having sex?' Misty Dawn inquired of Alexander, even as she started yanking his pants down.‘For you; sure. I'll get my belt,' he gently caressed her cheek, ‘if you could get my shoes?'I had to push Randi Leigh up, then maneuver us around so I could carry the still blissfully unaware Randi Leigh to the piano cover to be lain beside Taliyah before returning my attentions to Brandy. I caught sight of some worry in her eyes until she realized my eyes were nearly bugged out of my head and my cock was throbbing upright and returning to duty; her completely naked body had that effect on me.‘Oh,' she giggled. ‘You're hurt.'‘It'll heal,' I ignored the pain. We met halfway. My hands went to her right breast and left face cheek to steer her head up to a kiss. Hers went to my cock; still no condom. So much for 'safe' sex.‘Ladies, Sultana's going to ruin our fun, so I gotta take care of her first before I can get back to the both of you,' Mikhail boasted.‘You think so?' Sultana Berry put forth with provocative bravado.‘Yeah,' Mikhail snorted. ‘Alondra and Betty Jo like me, so I'd like to spend some quality time with them. You'd like to think you are better than me, but we both know you aren't. So I'm about to prove it to you.'Seriously? Isn't this the moment the woman slaps the man in the face, throws a drink at him, calls him an 'asshole' (or something even less flattering), then storms out?‘I'm going to ruin you for every other women you ever try to get with,' Sultana rose to the challenge.Okay then;‘If she wasn't such a bitch,' Brandy whispered to me as she followed me to the floor, her riding me cowgirl, ‘I'd warn her.'All I could do was grunt.‘What was that?' Brandy's brow furrowed and her cute nose twitched.Had my Mother not told me this would happen; scary and far beyond weird; I would have thought I was doing something wrong. This was Brandy seeking affirmation.‘You; above me; every time it is so wonderful and new, Brandy Crystal Carson,' I replied in a soft, rich romantic voice. Just because I knew the question was coming, didn't mean I'd rehearsed a response. I went with my gut and by Brandy's near-tearful reaction, I was right on the money. Brandy leaned in, squishing her breasts against me and gave me a famished kiss.‘I feel the same way,' she murmured.‘You like blonde-haired girls with big boobs sitting on top of you too?' I joked.‘Oh,' she sat up, feigning indignation well, ‘Poo!' then she smacked my chest. Then, to further punish me, she flexed her thighs; going up and down; and undulated her vaginal walls; to give my cock a very friendly 'welcome back'.'Yikes!' Man, but that felt really good. Brandy clued in to my pleasure and was looking a bit too pleased with herself, so I pushed up with one arm and went like a lamprey for her right breast.‘Hey!' she gasped. ‘Not so rough.' Which meant 'keep at it'. ‘I said not so rough, Vlad. I'm a bit tender,' she sighed happily, reinforcing her misdirection by placing a hand on the back of my head, keeping my lips and teeth tight to her tit.'Nom-nom-nom-nom,' I happily suckled along for six, or seven minutes until;‘Hey y'all,' Alondra appeared above me/us. ‘Can I join in?'Reluctantly I released Brandy's mammary to get a quick peek at what Mikhail was up to.He was going for some hot-muff action on Sultana where she lay on top of the piano, which was, in turn, on the elevated stage. Her legs were upraised in a 'V' with her hands holding the back of each knee to hold the pose. My brother was alternating between kisses to her clit and slit and teasing her labia with his tongue and teeth; gentle-like for now. When he figured out her sensitive spots, he'd be doubling down on them rapid-fire soon enough.‘Unless my Princess claws me like a scratching post; Hell ya!' I grinned. That was a concession to my Lady's #1 status without making me sound cunt-whipped. Brandy gave a playful harrumph married to her own saucy smile. The problem was;‘Princess? Who is that?' Alondra struggled to concentrate.‘Me,' Brandy seductively wiggled off my cock. ‘He's my Prince, so I'm his Princess.'‘Oh! Like Disney?' Alondra beamed innocent understanding. ‘That's so cool.'‘Yeah,' Brandy shot me a wink. ‘Like Disney. Here, have a seat and share in the 'magic'.'‘Oh goodie!' the tawny athlete mounted my cock which Brandy was 'kind' enough to hold erect for her. She wasn't tight, but, to be honest, Alondra was snugger than my first time with Brandy; which was a thought I'd take to my grave. Her toes were on the floor, knees off the ground, gymnast's thighs like coiled springs and hands splayed on my chest; she got to bounding up and down.‘Yay!' At least I was making someone definitely happy. When I made eye contact; I; felt for Alondra. She had one; no; two marketable commodities; her exotic good looks and a willingness to work hard. Cheerleading was as much of a demanding sport as basketball. She knew the Cheer Squad's routines, and with her limited intellect, that had to mean she truly applied herself when given the chance.What Alondra needed was good friends; and someone, right now, to fuck her.‘I've never fucked a White guy before,' she blithely informed me. ‘I thought you'd be; smaller.'‘Vlad is full of surprises,' Brandy moved to my side, still smiling.‘Don't let me neglect you, Babe,' I offered. She knew what I was saying and took me up on the suggesting.She made a production of standing over my head, facing Alondra then slowly lowering herself down to my waiting mouth.‘How's he going to breath?' Alondra inquired.‘He's got great lungs,' Brandy answered. My tongue was busy sculpting out her vulva and penetrating her labia.My right hand went around the back to massage a luscious ass cheek and tickler her along her tailbone. Then the left went up and rediscovered her breasts. I could almost hate my Mother for keeping us from sex for so long; almost. To be fair, she'd also helped train us to be aggressive, appreciative and attentive lovers.It wasn't like the BBC Masters didn't do cunnilingus. Some did. The difference was we approached it as a facet of a full-on orgasmic orchestra. It wasn't just licking and sucking that clit, or labia pulling. Depending on the partner, it was spreading your attention along the upper thighs, pubic mound perineum and buttocks.Fingers, lips, tongue, nose and even whiskers could be parts of our arsenals. Keep all your senses focused on your lover as well. A twinge, chance in scent, or a stifled gasp could all be clues to what secretly turned them on. Thankfully for this encounter, I already knew Brandy pretty well and Alondra wasn't overly demanding. She wanted a nice, stiff cock and I gave her that in spades; no pun intended.‘Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,' Sultana began hissing. Taliyah had done wonders for Mikhail's confidence which rebounded into this pattern of quickly overwhelming whatever mental defenses she tried to put up between him and the climax he wished to tear from her.‘Oh Fuck!' she screamed. Yep. Mom's choice of the sound-proof Music Room was prescient.‘Oh; ‘ she moaned. ‘Wait; ‘‘No way,' Mikhail taunted her. ‘I'm not going to stop until you say you'll only do White boys.' Pretty much a complete race reversal, and cruelly pointless.‘Not going to; Oh Fuck!' she began to caterwaul again. I couldn't see what he was doing, but by the sound of moist slapping, I figured he had advanced to screwing her face-to-face and furiously hard.‘What's going on?' Randi Leigh finally rejoined the gathering.‘He fucked you into transcendence, you silly Cunt,' Taliyah mocked the girl.‘I; ah; it wasn't; ‘ Randi Leigh blathered.‘Don't even try,' Taliyah chuckled.‘By all means,' I could feel Brandy twist her upper body around, ‘if you never want to fuck my guy ever again; ‘‘Or mine,' Taliyah tacked on.‘Any of the Samsonov boys ever again,' Brandy dictated, ‘that's fine by me; us.'‘That's damn right,' Taliyah added.‘Oh; I'm getting all tingly,' Alondra sang out.‘When is it going to be my turn?' I had no doubt Betty Jo was pouting over her exclusion by Mikhail's devotion to Sultana.‘Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,' became a familiar refrain. ‘Oh Fuck!' and Sultana surrendered another orgasm to my bratty younger triplet. ‘No; ‘ she panted.‘Don't break her,' Taliyah sounded a tad jealous as well as cautionary.‘Say it,' he growled.‘Ah; ‘ was all Sultana could emote.‘Say it,' he remained ferocious. I felt obliged to tap Brandy's thigh. She was closing on her own fruition, but I wasn't sure Sultana had the time.‘Give it a rest,' Alexander protested.Brandy dismounted. Mikhail hadn't relented yet.‘Bro, Alondra's over here; dying for a three-way,' I tried a different approach. I wasn't going to swap out Alondra for Betty Jo; that would be treating the ladies like mix-and-match Legos. Betty Jo was still the only girl-neglected, but I knew from our earlier conversation Mikhail had a special hankering for Alondra; which I couldn't bring up directly without being cruel to Taliyah.Mikhail looked over his shoulder, his body still hovering over the slack form of a sated Sultana. His look was volcanic; primal, fiery;‘We aren't done,' was his parting shot to Sultana. Betty Jo was still on her knees where he'd left her. Mikhail didn't spare her a glance, advancing swiftly to us.Meanwhile;‘I do? I am?' Alondra hiccupped both surprised and happy with 'her' suggestion.For a second I was afraid Mikhail would go directly for a face-fuck. Alondra was certainly set up for it. Instead, at the last second he went in for a deep French kiss full of tongue, mutual nose-breathing and finishing with his teeth pulling playfully on her upper lip.‘I'm bouncing on your brother,' Alondra gleefully, breathlessly and pointlessly related.‘I can see,' he chuckled. My youngest triplet didn't have to be an asshole. ‘I think I'm going to be pouncing on you.'Alondra had no comeback. My bet was she didn't know what 'pounce' meant. Mikhail moved behind the medium-brown beauty. It occurred to me the deeply-tanned Brandy and natural-complexioned Alondra were virtually the same skin color.Otherwise they were different enough. Brandy was a natural blonde. Alondra had kinky, black hair with blonde highlights. One with dark-blue eyes and the other hazel. Alondra was taller by a few inches. Brandy had the larger bust and hips. Alondra's buttocks were accentuated to the top while Brandy's were more balanced hemispheres. I couldn't tell whose smile I liked more.‘I like White boys,' she huffed as a way of greeting Mikhail's transition from 'kisser' to man-boy pressing in behind her. There was no way he was going for her ass without causing her a great deal of pain. He had another idea.‘Seesaw?' he looked over her shoulder. Oh!I put my hands under each of her thighs and lifted her up and forward.‘Eep!' she squeaked followed by ‘Hey; No,' when my cock popped out.‘Here you go,' Mikhail soothed her. In his cock went.‘Oh yeah,' she was immediately mollified.‘Why does she get two of them?' Betty Jo complained.‘Yeah,' Randi Leigh grumbled. ‘Why does she get both of them?'‘Because she asked really, really nice,' Mikhail addressed the others. Brandy shot me a curious look. Since she had her back to the others I felt it was safe to share my own confusion.‘When did that happen?' Taliyah pseudo-teased 'us'.At the same time, Alondra rocked forward. When she settled back, it was my cock inside her once more. Taliyah had gotten dual-vaginal and anal after we had 'prepped' her.‘We're telepathic,' Mikhail responded. Alondra didn't care.‘You'd better not be,' Taliyah muttered.Yeah, we had to do something about this. The next time we switched back, I pulled myself further up and away from Alondra. Mikhail picked up on my clues and went to regular doggy-style, his back pressing on hers, his left arm supporting his weight while his right reached under and began to manipulate her clit between two of his fingers in a tender, circular motion.‘Ah-ah-ah Shit!,' Misty Dawn announced her own eruption to all of us. It turned out she and Alexander shared their 'moment'; their synergy further multiplying their sensory overload.I had barely moved into a kneeling position in front of Alondra. We kissed which left me rather unprepared for;‘Now it's my turn,' Betty Jo pushed Brandy aside in her rush to grapple with me. Oh Joy!Mom and Dominique.‘Ms. Malik, there is a Mrs. Samsonov here to see you,' Riley buzzed Madam Mayor. Dominique bit down on her anger; and fear. Chinedu had been so plastered, he couldn't properly remember the events of the previous evening clearly and Taliyah hadn't felt the need to remind him. None of that erased the feel of the middle Samsonov boy's; everything, or the wrongness of those actions.Chief of Police Quinterre had yet to slither through her doorway, though that was something she had to prepare for. The beating Alexander (she wasn't fooled by whatever deception Gayle Fonteneau/Samsonov had perpetrated) took at school had been both troubling and welcome; since it served as a major distraction to 'that night'.Darius'; destruction had been a peal of thunder after Alexander's beating. Now the Arkansas State Police were nosing around and her 'mole' inside the Davis County Sheriff's Department had become reticent to supply her with useful information.‘Tell Mrs. Samsonov I don't have room in my schedule today. Perhaps she can avail herself of our city's website, or attempt an e-mail,' Dom answered.‘She says she'll wait,' Riley replied.'Ah shit; that bitch'; ‘Fine. I will give her five minutes in; thirty.'‘Yes Ma'am,' Riley sang out.Dominique frowned. Riley appeared 'upbeat'. Which black snake was pounding her fat ass and cunt now? Damn it; one more unexpected headache. Thirty minutes rolled around and Gayle hadn't departed like any sane individual would, so Riley showed her in.‘Riley, you can go,' Dom dismissed her White 'Political Assistant'.Riley kept smiling like a fool.‘Yes Ms. Malik,' the girl nodded.‘See you this evening, Riley,' Gayle smiled. Riley's smile deepened into something definitely sensual. Dominique was going to have to school her Jew Ass again. Spending time with Gayle Fonteneau was the opposite of helping out.‘Hi Dom,' Gayle settled into the seat across from Dominique.‘Call me Madam Mayor,' Dom bit back. ‘What do you want?' Gayle's grin turned into a vicious leer. ‘And leave Riley alone, damn you.'‘I was curious if Chinedu's sagging black ball sack has become a suitably dark shade of blue; I see from the look of his two main whores, they have,' Gayle chuckled.‘Bitch,' Dom seethed. ‘What do you; think you have on me?'‘Not a damn thing,' Gayle kept chortling. Dom was more convinced than ever the evil harlot had lost her damn mind. ‘Welcome to dealing with decent human beings, Dom. My boys didn't tell me a fucking thing. They certainly didn't gather any footage of supposed misdeeds.'Dom processed what she was and wasn't being told.<
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Rediscovering the ancient lore of being in love..Based on the works of ron de, in 2 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories."Jessica told me she wanted me to breed her again. I know I can't, not yet, but after she said that, I found the idea was rather exciting. Is it wrong that she felt that way or that I thought I'd like to breed her again?"Regina shook her head."No, it's not wrong. What you were both feeling was the release of endorphins into your brains during the orgasm and it's a little like the addiction to some drugs. You feel the endorphins and want to have the feeling again."Danny pursed his lips."Why haven't I felt like this before? The breeder and I always have an orgasm."Regina smiled."We really don't know, Danny. That's part of what this experiment is all about - to find out. What we know is impregnation is much more successful if the breeder feels something for the sire and the sire's sperm count is higher if he feels something for the breeder."Danny thought for a while about that. He did like Jessica, but he'd liked Barbara too. The feeling had been there with Barbara, a little, but not as strongly as with Jessica. Maybe that was because Barbara hadn't said anything like Jessica had. Maybe that was the reason.He looked at Regina then."Do you feel that when you're bred - like you want to be bred again by the same sire?"Regina looked at the floor when she answered."I've never been bred, Danny, because I was designated as a critical employee. If I took time off for pregnancy and to raise a child it would cause serious damage to the program."She looked up at Danny then."Maybe once we get this all figured out, I can be bred. I would like to have children someday."Over the course of the next eighteen weeks, Danny selected and bred eighteen more breeders and completed what he jokingly referred to in his weekly after breeding reports as his harem. In those after breeding reports, he tried to explain what had attracted him to each breeder. Often, he really didn't know exactly what that was so his answers were a little confusing.The breeders were also interviewed and asked if they were attracted to Danny, if they would like him to breed them again, and were asked to rate their attraction to Danny from a list of characteristics on a scale of one to ten.Over the months, she began to see a pattern in Danny's selections and the breeder's responses. That was important because once the twenty breeders were selected, bred, and in residence, Danny would have the freedom to choose a breeder once a week even though all were in some stage of pregnancy. Only in the last month of gestation was a breeder not able to engage in sex.In her last report to the W R E, Regina had put the remaining reservations to rest. Danny's impregnation rate had been ninety-five percent, much better than even the best of the other sires. The data indicated that even though genetically matching sires and breeders was very successful, the last key to the puzzle was in the mental processes of both sires and breeders.When Danny had bred the twentieth breeder and she had conceived, Regina sat down with him and explained the data she had collected and what that meant to the experiment."Danny, the data I've gathered is interesting to say the least. Even though your ratings of the breeders you selected are fairly consistent -- large breasts, wide hips, and an attitude of eagerness to be bred, your sperm count shows me something different."Your sperm count tends to indicate you prefer brunettes who have not shaved their pubic hair. Another interesting thing is that while breast and hip size do show some correlation, in general, your sperm count is lower if the woman has any hair color other than brunette. It seems as if you prefer her pubic hair to be the same color as well."The other thing that is rather unusual is your sperm count is higher if the breeder's after breeding report indicates she was nervous about the breeding. Your sperm count is even higher than if she was very confident. I'm still trying to figure that one out. Any thoughts about why that would be?"Danny thought back over his times with the twenty breeders. Yes, some seemed to be nervous so he had taken special care to make sure they were completely aroused before he bred them. The others, the ones who seemed to be more than ready, he had just bred them like he had over a hundred others. What could make him treat a nervous breeder differently?"I'm not sure. It just seemed like to ones who were nervous needed more stimulation, so I tried to give them that."Regina had watched the videos of each breeding and though she had seen some differences in what Danny did with those breeders and how they reacted, she couldn't see enough detail to really understand what he was doing."Danny, what did you do differently with the nervous breeders?"Danny had to think about that for a few moments, because he didn't really remember doing anything consciously. He just did what seemed to arouse the breeder and it was more or less instinctive."I'm not sure except when something I did seemed to arouse them, I did it some more."Regina smiled."Can you give me some examples...like what did you do with Heather, the little brunette with large breasts? She started out being nervous, but her orgasm left her shaking and breathless."Danny remembered Heather. He'd found her especially attractive and planned on breeding her several more times."Heather didn't put much on her application form about what excited her, so I had to figure it out as I went. Like you said, she had large breasts and she seemed to really like having them gently stroked. Once I figured that out, that's what I started doing. She also had large nipples, and as I stroked her breasts they got even larger. From what I've seen, most breeders like having their nipples lightly pinched and sucked. When I did that to Heather's nipples and then checked to see if she was becoming aroused, I found out she was very slippery inside, more so than most other breeders I've bred, so I kept doing it while stimulating her with a finger until she spread her legs and pulled me between them. It was pretty exciting for me too, to find out that a simple thing like sucking her nipples could excite her so quickly. I've bred a lot of breeders, but not as many as you've studied. Is that a normal reaction?"Regina said she'd seen similar reactions in the population of breeders she'd studied. She didn't tell him that just listening to the description of his actions with Heather had caused her own nipples to swell and that she felt as if she was becoming wet. That would have been embarrassing besides being unprofessional. She wasn't supposed to be excited by what she witnessed during the breedings or by what the sire and breeder said in their after-breeding interviews."Yes, Danny, I've seen that before in some women. Other's not so much."Danny had been watching Regina while he related what he'd done with Heather, and what he saw made him smile. Regina was breathing a little faster and she'd closed her thighs tight and then moved them up and down a little when she changed position. That was the same way Heather had reacted.That reaction caused Danny to look at Regina in a different light as well. Before, she'd been just another researcher who happened to be female, and she was always calm and analytical in her questions and responses. Now, knowing she had dreams of someday being bred and seeing that he'd excited her a little, she became a woman, a woman with large breasts and brown hair and the small but full figured body that attracted him to some of the breeders more than to others.He thought maybe part of the reason for the change was they were no longer in the sterile environment of the breeding center. They now lived together in a house in the countryside and he'd become more aware of her appearance since she'd dispensed with the white lab coats she always wore at the breeding center. That let Danny see how her large breasts moved when she did, and how her wide hips swayed when she walked. He'd been more than a little aroused by Regina in street clothes, and now..."Regina, a man stroking your breasts and sucking your nipples does the same thing to you, doesn't it?"The thought of Danny doing that to her flashed through Regina's mind and she felt her nipples stiffen a little more and the feeling of dampness between her thighs increased. No man had ever touched her that way, but it was what she did to herself when she was alone in her bed at night. She would watch one of the videos of one of Danny's breeding sessions and fantasize about how it must feel to the breeder. At the end, when Regina stifled the cry as her hips raised off the bed because of the orgasm, she was thinking about how it must feel to the breeder to have Danny groan and pump his sperm inside her.Regina frowned at that thought. It wasn't right. She was supposed to be an unbiased observer of the breedings and then analyze them so future breedings would be more successful. She couldn't let Danny know she even thought about sex, let alone that his description was affecting her. That might bias his actions and the study data would be contaminated."Danny, I've never been touched that way, so I don't know. Now, what else did you do with Heather that was different?"Danny wasn't dumb and he was very observant. Those qualities are what made him a very valuable sire. He could watch a breeder's reactions to what he did and modify his behavior accordingly. He didn't miss the fact that in spite of the bra Regina wore, her nipples had stiffened enough he could see the bumps they made in her light blouse. He decided to see if he could cause any other responses in Regina, partly because it would be teasing her a little, but also because he was thinking he'd like to breed her. He didn't really know why, but the feeling was there and it was a stronger feeling than he'd had with any of the breeders he'd bred."Well, once I slipped a finger inside her, I knew she was probably ready, but she was still a little stiff. I remembered what you said about breeding success being better if the breeder was very aroused, so I kept stroking her inner lips and clitoris until she rolled her head to the side and started to take panting breaths. That's when I entered her. It didn't take her long to have an orgasm after that, and that was fortunate. The way she was responding was extremely erotic and I was having difficulty not having my own orgasm before she did."Regina squirmed in her chair because there was no doubt in her mind her panties were wet. She felt the wet warmth on the lips between her thighs. What Danny had just described was the same thing she did almost every night in her bed. She'd stroke her inner lips until they were wet with her juices and then move her finger up to the little button at the top of her lips.The first touch of that little stiff nub would make her gasp. Gentle rubbing would make her pant. All it took then was moving that finger quickly in and out. Regina would feel the tension building inside her, building to a level that tightened the muscles in her belly, hips, and legs and was almost unbearable. Then, suddenly, that tension would explode in a release that left her gasping for breath and quivering. She could only imagine how Heather had felt at that moment.Regina was uncomfortable about how she was reacting to what Danny told her, but she was also a little dumbfounded. They'd had this conversation many, many times and it had never affected her before. She'd always just assumed her clinical mindset and faithfully recorded what Danny said he had done. What could be the reason she couldn't do that now? The education and experience she'd gained in psychology should have been able to explain her reaction, and yet, she couldn't find any logical reason for it.She was the same, wasn't she? Danny was the same, wasn't he? Then what was different? Regina's mind was racing for an explanation when Danny smiled. He was going to push Regina just a little to see what she did."I could show you if you want. You would be getting first-hand experience into what a breeder feels. That might help your study more than just talking."Regina felt her face and chest grow warm. What Danny had just proposed was against all her training and education. A scientist was never, never, ever supposed to become personally involved in an experiment. Doing so would cause questions about ethics and validity of the data. She could not allow that to happen after so much time and money had been spent.The warmth that was spreading down to her breasts wasn't caused by Danny's challenge to her ethics though. It was caused by her desire to let him do what he said -- excite her until she wanted him and then breed her.It was the same thought that filled her mind when she aroused herself at night, though up until that day, the sire was just a faceless body. Now, that body had Danny's face, his broad shoulders, and his tall build. For an instant, the vision filled her mind of Danny between her open thighs, his cock buried deep inside her as the waves of her orgasm swept her away into the exquisite abyss of release.Regina felt her stomach contract and then more wet warmth between her thighs. She took a deep breath that didn't do anything to still what was happening to her."Danny, I -- I think I have enough information about your experience with Heather for now. Have you given any thought to which breeder you'd like to choose to breed a second time?"Danny smiled to himself because it was obvious he'd aroused Regina. Her face was flushed and she was breathing much faster than before he'd explained what he'd done with Heather. That in itself had started him on the road to arousal, but there was something else, something he couldn't put his finger on, but it was there. He wanted Regina, wanted to hear her gasps and moans as he aroused her. He wanted to feel the spasms that tightened her passage around his stiff, stroking cock and caused him to let go and fill her with his sperm. He wanted to feel her hands on his back as she tried to pull his cock deeper inside her as they made love.That was it, he suddenly realized. He didn't want to breed Regina. He wanted to make love with her. That was a new feeling for him. He'd always taken great care to make sure the breeder reached orgasm, but other than a very few, it had just been his job. He couldn't think of Regina as just another breeder. She was different.Danny smiled again."You're not going to like my answer.""Danny, you know there are no wrong answers to any of my questions. What you say is just how you honestly feel. Now, which breeder would you like to breed again?"Danny leaned forward and put his hand on Regina's knee."You", was all he said, and he smiled again when he felt the little tremble of Regina's leg.Regina's mind swirled again with that same vision of her and Danny together, naked and striving for the goal of release. She caught her breath when Danny squeezed her knee gently, then stammered, "Umm, me? I'm not a breeder.""I know and that's why"."But I can't."Danny slowly moved his hand a little higher up Regina's leg."Why? From what I'm seeing, you wouldn't be completely against the idea. You're breathing faster and your face is flushed. That's the same way the breeders react when I touch them, though it usually takes more touching in more places."Regina knew she couldn't hide what her body was doing from Danny, but she had thought maybe he wouldn't notice. Now that he had and was absolutely correct in his assessment of her, what could she say?"Even if I wanted to -- and I'm not saying I would - that would invalidate all my work because I'd be biased."Danny smiled and moved his hand up a little more."Wouldn't it just make it easier for you to understand how a breeder feels when I breed her? I'd think that was valuable information you could never get from an interview."Regina abruptly brushed Danny's hand off her leg and then stood up."I think we'd better end the interview right now."Without waiting for Danny to respond, she walked out of the interview room and left Danny sitting there.Academic Theories Be DamnedWhen she got back to her room, Regina dropped her clipboard on her desk and then sat down on the bed. What was wrong with her? What Danny had said was true. She did want him to breed her, wanted it more than she could remember ever wanting anything else. The thought had stirred something deep in her mind, something she'd never felt before.It's just hormones, she thought, and I know how to fix that for at least a while. She stood up, took off her clothes and lay back down on the bed.The first touch between her thighs told her she hadn't been imagining the wetness there, and she knew the reason. Her body was preparing itself to be penetrated by a man's rigid cock. She tried slipping a finger into her entrance and found it was even wetter there. The second finger she slipped in made Regina catch her breath.With her other hand, Regina closed two fingers around her right nipple and pinched gently. The effect was immediate. She stifled the moan that threatened to slip from her throat as her belly tightened. Another pinch tightened her belly again and she felt the tension begin building in her core.Regina's two fingers moved slowly in and out a few times, then moved up to the little smooth button at the top of her lips. Just a few strokes was all it took. Regina gasped as the first wave of spasms wracked her body, then arched up off the bed as the wave swept over her. She couldn't control what her body was doing. It just did what it felt like, and the only thing she saw in her mind was Danny's face above hers, a face wearing a mask of intense pleasure as he pumped his stiff cock in and out and spurted his sperm inside her.Regina lay there panting until the contractions in her core mostly stopped. It was relief from the tension, but as another twinge of tightness swept over her, she realized the orgasm had done nothing to take away the vision that still filled her mind. The only thing that would do that was the vision becoming reality and that scared her.She'd never before experienced such a longing, no, such a need, and she didn't know what to do about it. If she did as her scientist's mind was telling her, she'd put that need out of her mind and go on as she always had. The problem was the other part of her mind, the part that was screaming at her to go to Danny's room and make that vision a reality was quickly drowning out her logical self.Her logical mind struggled to be heard through the din.What if I got pregnant? That would be the end of my career. No, that can't happen. The W R E knew some psychologists might be tempted so all female psychologists had been temporarily sterilized by an implant. Regina felt for the implant and found the small bump on her shoulder where it had been inserted. No, she couldn't get pregnant.What if somebody found out? That would also end my career. Then she shook her head. Like Danny had said, that wasn't likely to happen. It wasn't unusual for her to spend hours interviewing a sire or a breeder. If she and Danny were together long enough for him to breed her, everybody would just think it was part of the interview process. It was a cardinal rule that once an interview started, no one was permitted to interrupt it unless there was some life threatening emergency that required evacuation of the residence. They wouldn't be disturbed no matter how long it took.In trying to give herself a reason why she shoul
Options:Based on a post by FinalStand, in 13 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels. ‘Senior Deputy Sheriff Samsonov is a hell of a guy,' Brandy mused.‘Him? No; not at first. Before me, the man had the sexual techniques of a cloistered monk. His cock on the other hand; whoa Nelly!' All three women nodded. ‘I had to train him over the years and he's pretty stubborn with these peculiar ideas about propriety and what locations are acceptable for intercourse.'‘Huh?' That was Brandy.‘In my opinion, if you can escape law enforcement it isn't really a crime.'‘What?' Taliyah.Sigh; ‘is there a place you wouldn't attempt to have sex?' Gayle looked them over. The two teens exchanged looks.‘Where is the weirdest place you've had sex?' Brandy asked the senior sex fiend.‘It is a toss-up between fucking while parachuting and having two orgasms in the Seattle Space Needle.' The girls looked for the joke. ‘Bitches, I don't mind you being centerpieces at a gang bang for the entire football team because of some sort of archaic moral hang-up. I'm glad my boys picked a pair of experienced sluts; I am.'Taliyah's fist clenched. Brandy took a different approach.‘So Vlad really doesn't care that I'm; more experienced?' A K A, nowhere close to virginal.‘No; not in the least. I don't like the fact you two let yourself be used as sex slaves by fuckers you know don't respect you,' Gayle schooled them.‘So you really don't mind me hitting Mik?' Taliyah mentally regrouped.‘Not at all. Some Men need a strong spinal realignment from time to time and don't call him 'Mik'. He finds it insulting and not in a playful way.'‘Do you hit; Mr. Samsonov?'‘No. The man is immune to negative physical reinforcement. Lord knows, I've tried. With their Da, it pays to be simple and direct. I grab his cock and say 'Here! Now!' and get down to business.'Both girls were aghast at both the visual and Gayle's frank honesty.‘And he puts up with that?' Taliyah grunted. Senior Deputy Samsonov was a huge man and could have tossed Mrs. Samsonov around one-handed, or so she had believed. He'd never came across like the cunt-whipped type.‘He's my partner, Taliyah,' Gayle kept 'explaining'. ‘He knows I'm a constantly horny, little slut whose kitty needs petting and I respect his rarely doing anything else I want him to do; like getting my name tattooed on his cock, starting a bar brawl for the shits and giggles, celebrating National Nude Day, or going skinny-dipping in your pool,' aimed at Brandy.‘Have you two had sex in my house?' Brandy choked.‘Twice,' Gayle recalled fondly. ‘Once in the kitchen, bent over the center island; a trifecta; and once in your Daddy's bedroom. I hoped he enjoyed the show on the playback.'‘She really is crazy,' Taliyah looked to Brandy.‘That I am,' Gayle gleefully agreed. ‘Back to the program. Brandy, tomorrow morning before Homeroom, I want you to 'suggest' to Vlad you want double-penetration. He'll ask you if it is my idea, you'll tell him 'no' and he'll believe you are lying to him. He'll go along with it anyway to make sure I don't get angry with you.'‘Will you?' Brandy meeped. ‘Will he?'‘No and no. Your sensuality is pretty physical, Brandy. You'll learn to be a lying, manipulative whore later.'‘You want me to lie to Vlad? He'll be furious with me when he finds out!'‘No, he'll be angry with me for making you lie to him,' Gayle shook her head. ‘Vlad's clever that way.'‘But; you want us to lie to them?' Taliyah didn't believe her.‘Taliyah, any man who believes everything a woman tells him is an idiot. My boys aren't idiots, just inexperienced and hormonal.'‘So you want us to lie to them,' Taliyah confirmed.‘I want you two to use your fucking brains along with those smoking hot bodies; that is what I want,' Gayle clarified. ‘Tomorrow, arrange for the Cheer Squad to meet in the Music Room at the start of 4th period. It just so happens, the Music Room is unoccupied during the 3rd period as well; here is the key,' she handed Brandy a key.‘You have a key to the Music Room?' Taliyah muttered.‘No. I have a Master Key to the school. I took it off that fat bastard former-Principal after he attempted to rape me,' she confessed blithely. ‘I made some copies for contingencies such as this.'‘Now Brandy; you, Vlad and Mikhail are going to skip 3rd period, sneak off to the Music Room and; enjoy yourselves. Take your time. Turn it into one huge seduction. Use that body to make them lose all track of time.'‘Where am I going to be?' Taliyah frowned; her Man was going to be fucking Brandy, damn it! Her aching possessiveness was new and raw.‘You make sure you are the first one to the room at the bell between the 3rd and 4th period. Gather up the girls and sneak them into the room with your key,' Gayle handed Taliyah another key.‘Won't the period bell let them know something's up?' Taliyah wondered.‘What are they going to do? Rip their dicks out of Brandy?'‘Oh no; ‘ Brandy gasped and shook her head. She didn't like that idea at all.‘No. Brandy will tell them the Music Room is vacant for the 4th period as well; so, in theory, they could keep going for another five, or ten minutes,' Gayle said.‘And the other eleven cheerleaders are going to walk into the room, see Brandy, Vlad and Mikhail; ‘‘Perhaps less than eleven, but yes; rushing hungrily to join in; ‘ Gayle interrupted.‘Oh; ‘ Taliyah blinked. ‘They are going to see the three of us and fall magically in love with them; oh.'‘Kind of like what happened to you,' Gayle smirked to Taliyah.‘Wait! Did you have Mikhail and Vlad; or just Mikhail, do that to me on purpose; at the lodge?' Taliyah rumbled angrily.‘No. What I needed to know was written all over Brandy's face their first Saturday together. My boy 'fixed' her something good. You and Mikhail keeping your hands off one another wasn't even a possibility; he was horny, just like you.'‘I swear, if that boy had set me up,' Taliyah growled.‘I suggest scratching and biting to remind him you are unhappy with him,' Gayle provided unlooked for advice and insight. ‘If that doesn't work, try hot candle wax.' The two girls, once again, gawked at Gayle. ‘Or you can pout, whine and tell him he is a big bully,' she spoke mockingly.Taliyah glared.‘Taliyah, you both like rough sex. I am suggesting you keep going with what works,' Gayle chuckled. ‘Brandy, you keep up the pouting. Be a little less whiney. Your 'pouty' pisses him off and makes him want to punish you with some hard fucking.'Pause.‘Oh,' Brandy grinned. Pouting = primal sex. check! Taliyah play-punched her, so Brandy pouted at them both.‘That'll do,' Gayle approved.‘What do we do if Vlad and Mikhail decide they like one of the other girls more?' Brandy revisited her panic.‘Fight for them,' Gayle sighed in exasperation. ‘Just like you two should be worthy of fighting over, you should be prepared to fight for their affections as well. I don't mean debasing yourselves. I mean reminding them you are the ones who will make them happiest, inside and outside of the sexual arena.'‘If Mikhail's gaze strays too long, I'll nut him,' Taliyah declared.‘I suggest a Charlie Horse on the off chance you surprise him. Do you really want to put that nut-sack out of commission?' Gayle snorted.‘Ah, good point,' Taliyah nodded; then, ‘How do you do a good Charlie Horse?'It dawned on both girls, like a flash of lightning across a clear night sky, they had been suborned to Gayle Fonteneau Samsonov's agenda; to the point where they were asking the older woman; the hated, feared enemy-bitch; for practical advice. The World had turned upside down.What it means.For me and Mikhail it meant no sex without being privileged to know why we were being punished. Dad came home with our young English teacher, Ms. Blanchard, only to have to drive Brandy and Taliyah back to school to pick up Taliyah's car; so she could drive Brandy home, not me.Alexander didn't have sex either (as far as I could tell), yet was gifted with an attentive Ms. Andrea Blanchard who 'appreciated' his gallant nature. Stunningly, Alexander's infirmity reappeared and Ms. Blanchard felt obliged to dote on him in a confusing flirtatious-mothering style. It took me a bit to figure out there was a fearful nervousness behind her actions as well.The situation was exacerbated by Mom deciding to get naked; ugh; just as everyone else was clearing the table.‘Nik,' Mom purred.‘Huh?' from Dad.‘Here; now!'‘Huh?'‘Sex.'‘We have company, Gayle.'‘And?'‘Quick!' I jumped up. ‘Everyone grab a plate and run for it.'Isabo hurried the children from the room while the rest of us stacked up the plates and serving trays as rapidly as possible before making our own exits. Andrea was flabbergasted. To add to her surreal feelings, as soon as we made our escape, the rest of the house life returned to normalcy. Even Bebe, who had been initially (in her case; weeks ago) freaked out by Mom's eccentric sexual behavior, appeared amused. I left it to Alexander to help Andrea adjust.‘Mom's; eccentric; erratic; and free spirited,' he shrugged.‘So, this happens; ah; often?' she whispered. No one else was whispering, but we understood the impulse.‘Two, or three, times a week,' Alexander admitted.‘; a week?' Andrea gulped.‘Oh yeah,' smirked Mikhail. ‘Don't worry. We understand Mom is beyond unusual. You won't see anyone else doing that; around here.'‘Okay; ‘ she hesitated. Ms. Blanchard caught his pause.‘What my brother is referring to is an earlier, unfortunate episode up at the hunting lodge,' I punched Mikhail as I explained. He chuckled.By the look on Ms. Blanchard's face, she was unsure if she wanted further clarification. Alexander took a slightly defensive posture hovering close by. Bebe, normally so silent around us boys, miraculously came to her rescue.‘Andrea; Mrs. Samsonov is a wonderful woman. She's also off her rocker and everyone in the house knows it. What is important is her true affection for those she holds close is genuine, her dedication is fierce in all she does and her husband and sons carry that intense devotion into their own friendships.'‘Thank you, Bebe,' I nodded. ‘As an outsider looking in; well, I couldn't have possibly said it better myself; being on the inside.'Andrea nodded as well. After all, Mom's insanity translated over to a bloodily beaten, abusive former Principle, five plus beaten students who had harassed her, a school escort, new locks on all her windows and doors, and a completely unsolicited whole house-cleaning.A feminine feline purr rumbled from the dining room. The five of us exchanged awkward looks.‘Ms. Blanchard, have you seen the stables?' I intervened. Her eyes flickered to me.‘No.'‘Great.'Mom's moan faded into Dad's growl. While my Pa was generally oblivious on the uptake and slow out of the starting gate, he was the ‘Hammer of the Gods', once he got going, about 1 hour minimum. Considering we three were most likely going to grow up to be similar in stamina to him; we had high hopes for our long term sexual futures.‘Alexander, why don't you show Ms. Blanchard the stables. Bebe, why don't you make yourself and Ms. Blanchard something to drink with a kick to it while Mikhail gets himself and Alexander something legit to drink,' I took command.‘Why am I involved in any of this?' Mikhail scoffed.‘I have to do the dishes because I was elsewhere; ‘ I reminded him.‘Oh yeah,' Mikhail snorted. Off he went. Bebe gave me a tiny smile before turning and heading for the library and its bar.‘Ms. Blanchard?' Alexander offered to direct the educator outside via another, 'safer' route.‘Oh; maybe I should go?' she hedged.‘Ah; ‘ Mom.‘Your purse is; ?' Alexander asked. We knew the answer. It was in the hallway; right outside the entrance to the dining room. It would be offsetting, or so it might appear. In actuality, my brothers and I had snuck thru the 'danger zone' many times before.‘Let's go see the stables,' Andrea redirected Alexander. I had a kitchen to clean up, so I missed the detailed tour of the stables as well as Ms. Blanchard's decision to spend the night; again.Tuesday.To maintain the illusion of Ms. Blanchard not spending time with Alexander (even though there was nothing sexual going on), we triplets were sitting in her gravel driveway while she ran inside to change and got a few things. 'A few things' meant a shot of vodka. She'd take a breath mint afterwards, but come on now; we were from Russian stock and vodka was our national beverage. It still made Alexander nervous.Mom had taken a different tactic in dealing with Ms. Blanchard's alcoholism. After she and Consuela cleaned up the place, Mom had come back with vodka bottles big and small and hidden them all over her small home; a shot glass with each big bottle. She'd left sticky notes to let her know where each bottle was hidden. I imagined the sticky notes were gone now, yet;The psychology was a shot glass would mean less alcohol per desperate desire to bury her pain and misery. The 'game' would allow Andrea to indulge while not turning her domicile into a drunkard's den. In theory, she could safely have company over now. Lastly, if Ms. Blanchard got too drunk, she couldn't remember where the bottles were hidden, or so the reasoning went.At school, Alexander (with our help) would diminish the root cause of her anguish; the sexual blackmail her students inflicted on her. At 'home', Mom and Bebe were befriending Andrea Blanchard; giving her female friends to connect with outside of the school's still poisonous BBC atmosphere.I was ruminating over that when;‘Do you really believe Mom's bullshit about 'magic dicks'?' Mikhail asked me out of the blue. Alexander was out of the Mustang, sitting on Ms. Blanchard's stoop. Today, Mikhail had ridden his motorcycle over, so I had the car momentarily to myself. I hesitated.‘Fuck,' he groaned. In our triplet group, I was the 'clever' one. We didn't resent our designations;· Alexander; kind,· Vlad; clever, and· Mikhail, violent;because it allowed us leeway in our actions. See, Mikhail could react physically to problems because he knew if he was doing something exceedingly stupid, I'd stop him.If he was being 'too' brutal, Alexander would reign him in. Likewise, if Mikhail's gut instinct was to lash out, we respected it. Sometimes instinct trumped reason. If Alexander was being too sappy, we'd let him know. If I was over-thinking something, either brother could step in. By the time we hit our mid-teens, we couldn't imagine any other way of living.By our 18th birthdays we figured we'd spend the rest of our live together; we were an awesome trio and rightly proud of our co-dependence. Even if we ended up on the run with Uncle Theo, we'd all go down together. It was how we faced the family and our world. The blood-kin Samsonov's weren't the easiest people to deal with. We had Mom to thank for us not quite fitting in.We loved and admired Dad and his family. Mom's upbringing had tainted our way of thinking though. Time and again, Mom skirted, bent, or bastardized the 'ordinary' way of approaching life's pitfalls and pleasures. We three would never truly be 'Samsonovs'. I think Dad knew that as well. The one time an older cousin slipped us a catalog on the best Criminal Justice College programs in Alaska; Dad frowned. The man quietly withdrew his 'suggestion'.In a way, it was a blessing to the clan. Thanks to Mom, we were also gifted with the ability to navigate the machinations of the Samsonov brides and grooms; those folks who married into our lineage. Since they were all somewhat nutty, our ability to separate them when the lunacy set in was appreciated. That way, the rest of them didn't have to become overly confrontational; which was the way the blood-Samsonovs liked it.Being the clever one, I also clued into Mikhail's subliminal anger. He didn't want to cheat to get Taliyah's affections. He might even start trying not to be a jackass around her because of it; making them both miserable.‘Mikhail, you had her on the kitchen counter and backing that ass up against you in the recliner before any 'magic' kicked in. She likes you for reasons which defy even 'magic dicks',' I punched him in the arm.‘Thanks,' he nodded then hit me back. ‘So, what's next?'‘Gang-bang.'‘You really think we are going to pull it off?'‘Yeah. Mom sketched out the general plan to me a while ago,' I nodded.‘Cool. I've wanted to stick my cock down Alondra Lamb's throat ever since the first time I saw her lips part,' Mikhail rubbed his hands together.‘Taliyah is going to whoop up on you if she hears you talk like that,' I cautioned him.‘Yeah,' he grinned like the Heath Leger's Joker. ‘Cool, ain't it?'‘Being slapped by a girl?'‘Nah,' he cavalierly dismissed any misconceptions. ‘Making her angry with me. Then she gets this look in her eyes like she's going to own me; it is a huge fucking turn on.'‘Mom would be so proud,' I muttered.‘Then I'm going to nail Jewel Lafontanté,' Mikhail's eyes shown with relish.‘She's not on the Cheer Squad,' I pointed out.‘Yeah, but she's sexy, smart and thinks she a 'top' bitch,' he chuckled.‘Isn't she dating somebody?'‘So? I only want to borrow her; take her out for a spin,' he laughed. He was a jackass and ambitious and;‘Mikhail, both those girls are Black. Do you have a thing for Black chicks?'‘I like 'em dark,' he mused. ‘Hadn't really thought about it as a preference, but you're right. My Top Ten 'Most Fuckable List is filled with Ladies of Color. I guess that means you get the blondes and Alexander gets the red-heads and brunettes.'‘Top Ten List? You're a pig,' I chided him.‘Grunt, grunt, oink.'To put things in perspective, Alondra Lamb was a medium height, tawny skin Black lass with straight, black hair past her shoulders and a killer body with decent tits, perfect for her athletic body type, and a divine ass.She was also; to put it politely; mentally-underwhelming. Beyond her exemplary looks, she was an above-average gymnast and on most days capable of tying her own shoes; the ones with the Velcro straps. Her hazel eyes were always wide open and her lips pursed in an 'o' unless she was blathering on about something inane and off-topic, or just giggling for no understandable reason.She found simple things amusing (kind of adorable) and didn't 'date' a member of the football team; she barely could remember their names and normally got passed around like a living onahole. I felt sorry for her. Usually, she hung out with Betty Jo Starling (one of the team's other two Blondes) who shared her mentally-endearing qualities. The rest of the squad treated those two rather poorly.In contrast, Jewel Lafontanté was from a new (to Kingston) nouveau riche Black Family. Rumors say her Dad worked for the Government years ago, before setting out and founding his own IT company here in Arkansas. He and his Choctaw wife had retired here in Kingston a few years back. They bought a nice spread and became pillars of the community. Jewel was a late child. The rest of her brothers and sisters were grown, with families of their own. So she was effectively an Only Child, doted on by her aged parents.Jewel was also one of the smartest kids in school, one of the best members of the local studio's Dance troupe and possessed a crippling wit. At 5' 11', she was noticed and her curvaceous and sporty build was widely admired, although when her dark eyes danced with amusement at the suffering her 'diversions' caused, the timid backed away. Her preference for a different hairstyle, or two, every week kept the local hair stylists in business.She was bright, sassy and vicious with her own little group of Black women called the ZPP (Zulu Princess Posse, i.e. 6 rich Black girls and their one token rich White girl). They only dated 'rich' Black guys, yet consistently cheated with impoverished, or medium-income, White underclassmen. They toyed with the boys and finally let their official 'boyfriends' know of the White boy's indiscretions. If you somehow resisted their advances, they lied about what happened instead. Either way, beatings always followed.During Darius' reign, Jewel had kept a low profile from 7:15 to 2:15 pm and hadn't participated in the school's sports religion. No; she'd stayed safely away doing stuff with the other rich kids on the evenings and weekends. Darius must have decided her dad, while old, was an uncertain enough quantity to not screw around with his youngest child.Brief Segway.Beyond my understanding at the time, Jewel also represented another fabric of Kingston/Davis society; those from the post-divide i.e. higher-income families from out-of-State who moved in after the new millennia, both Black and White, who weren't invested in the bitter interracial struggle of the 1970's and took the status quo at face value.They'd moved here when Arkansas State put a satellite campus in down the road and the natural recreation industry gained a regional recognition; sports-fishing, hunting and hiking. A S U Kingston was a Medical Technical School which taught, as you might guess, various programs for technicians in the medical field as well as nursing. Not only did the graduates not normally go on to top tier careers, A S U K wasn't a research university, so the teaching staff, while well-to-do in this rural dystopia, weren't filthy rich either.A S U -K had a small campus with a faculty and student population under 2,000 and was, like the White Middle-class enclave of Sunshine Terrace, its own little microcosm in Davis County. Yep; A S U -K had its own Campus Police Force while Sunshine Terrace had a contracted private security service.Anyway, as Kingston prospered and the Middle Class Whites fled to their own segregated hamlet, these new Blacks moved into Kingston. Likewise, more 'country' Blacks moved in from Davis County as well, further segregating the races. Forty years after Taliyah's grandfather was first elected mayor, Kingston had tripled in size (2,100 to 6,400) while Davis County as a whole was roughly 60% larger (13,500 to 21,700), thus the Town being 'Black' while the County was 'White'.Inside, the town's Black community was another divide and it was best expressed in their 'womenfolk' and what was expected of them. Dominique, for all her power and influence, basically worried about her daughter dating the 'popular' Black guy because this was BBC country and women defined their positions by the masculine auras around them.In contrast, Jewel's mother didn't worry over-much about who Jewel dated, because Jewel was going to college (somewhere else). High school and high school boys were just stepping stones. BBC was still out there, but 'the Modern Black Woman' had developed a host of weaponry of their own. To the outside world, such a distinction made Jewel and her Mamma feminists.Later on Jewel was to qualify that for us; she was a Feminist with a capital 'F'. Whereas Taliyah wanted to own Mikhail's body and soul because he challenged and completed her, Jewel wanted to own us; period; all three of us Samsonov boys.Why?Excuses were for people who needed to explain themselves to their fellow losers. Winners like Jewel 'achieved' and took what rewards they wished.Apparently seeking Equal Rights was a hallmark of the unambitious, being 'just as a good as a man' was settling for less and Racial Equality implied there might be something a White Person could do that a Woman of Color couldn't do better; according to her doctrine. Had they (Jewel, her mom and our Mom) not all been Class-A Bitches, they would have gotten along famously.To be fair, had Mikhail not gone gunning for her, she would have most likely left us alone; but he did. My youngest brother is an asshole at times, as well as relentless, and after so many years having Mom controlling our social lives, he now was sexually 'off his leash'.Resume‘How about we just stick with the Cheer Squad for the rest of the week,' I tried to divert him. ‘Perhaps you might find ten other women enough for you.'‘Nope,' Mikhail shook his head and laughed.‘How about Taliyah's feelings?' I launched as a 'Hail Mary'.‘No,' he kept shaking his head. ‘I'm not boyfriend material, Vlad. Sex is too much fun. I really like Taliyah, but; no. No promises, no lies and no illusions. There is going to be no ring on my finger, or through my nose. I'll hold her hand, and hold her if she's weeping, but I'm not going to mistake sex for friendship, or vice versa. I'm 18, damn it! I want to roam.'The rest of the conversation was truncated by Ms. Blanchard's appearance. Mikhail returned to his motorcycle, Alexander got into the Mustang and she got into her battered, green 1997 Toyota Camry. Off we went. Close to the main entrance of the main building, most of the Cheer Squad was waiting for us. They were dressed in 'regular' clothes; we knew them by their faces.As soon as we rolled up, Rashaan Quinterre and a few of the football team members made an appearance. Taliyah frowned. Her frown only deepened when another cheerleader; this one White, Randi Leigh Upshaw, went into his arms. He did his best to look triumphant. Randi Leigh certainly looked pleased with herself.‘Coach is making Rashaan the new Team Captain,' she informed the crowd.‘Ha!' Mikhail laughed at the couple. ‘Anyone who thinks Rashaan Quinterre is even half the man Darius was, raise your hands.' His mockery was eviscerating. Worse, it took several seconds for several of Rashaan's teammates to raise their hands. ‘You are only Captain because your Daddy is Police Chief, not because anyone thinks you can replace Darius, you loser.'‘I'm going to kick your teeth in, Cracker,' Rashaan seethed. He had six other footballers versus Mikhail and me. How the Cheer Squad would break down was an unknown. Alexander had already deviated for the Teacher's Parking Lot. There were maybe a periphery of forty other students at that moment plus;‘Boys,' softly drawled a voice of an adult I hadn't seen before. He was a Big (as in muscular) White guy with a 'five o'clock' shadow at seven in the morning, unkempt, dark-russet hair, darting, soulless brown eyes and a weathered, sun-creased complexion.Of more critical importance he had my Samsonov Law Dog senses tingling at first sight; he was a human predator. His easy-going mannerisms were deceptive and his leadership skills were exhibited by the aura of dominion he seemed to project over the eight rednecks he had accompanying him.‘Buck!' Misty Dawn Sizemore burst forth from the Cheer Squad and ran up to the lead hillbilly. He wrapped her up in a bear hug while keeping his eyes on the rest of us. ‘I didn't think you were coming back.'‘The new nigger Principle made a deal with my wetback Parole Officer. I graduate and they cut the last three and a half years off my parole,' he replied nonchalantly.'Nigger' didn't go over well at all. It was telling to me that it took Rashaan several seconds to step up into his new leadership role. 'Wetback' on the other hand was just;‘Buck, watch your fucking mouth before you get your teeth kicked in,' Rashaan tried to sound brave, but wasn't very convincing. Buck looked him up and down, then chortled.‘Rashaan, ya ain't no Darius, Nigger,' he sneered. ‘Fuck with me and I'll gut you like the sweaty little piglet you are.' He emphasized his point by casually pushing Rashaan back a step. The light of Justice flared up against the forces of Intolerance and Intimidation.‘Taliyah, who is this latest knuckle-dragger?' Mikhail grinned at Buck.‘Your bad attitude makes you Mikhail,' Buck responded first, grinning. He'd already scouted us out; which made him even more dangerous. ‘That makes you; ,' nodding to me and since I was closer, he moved toward me for the handshake (he tried to break my phalanges and got nowhere), ‘; Vlad cause your brother Alex went hobbling off already. I'm Chester Ray Tooney, but everyone calls me Buck.'‘Hi Buck, I'm Vladimir Samsonov.'‘So, you are the guy who made Brandy's ass 'All Access',' he leered. He hadn't let go of my hand. He was about to regret that.‘Oh, so it is going to be like that then. Buck, I'll give you the same options I gave Darius on Day One. Let's settle this Man-to-Man. I'm challenging you to a duel,' I hadn't let go of his hand yet either.‘A duel?' he muttered as he pushed Misty Dawn away.‘That's a fight between two men with some semblance of rules.'‘Like an M M A bout?' he studied me.‘Sure. You dropped the insult. I issued the challenge. Now you get to pick the weapons, or lack thereof. I then pick the time and location,' I explained.‘Do this a lot?'‘You'll be the first.'‘You are really pissed over me calling Brandy a slut? Everyone knows she was Darius' hoe,' he grumbled. He'd just lost the hand-grinding war. His guys were tensing up even as I was grinding his knuckles together in my grip.‘Don't Vlad,' Taliyah spoke up. ‘Back in the day, Buck was Darius' brother Cyrus's bitch. Holding his hand might make him feel lonely.' She then taunted Buck by adding, ‘Missing Cyrus much while he's in prison?' Buck took the opportunity to sucker-punch me. To avoid the blow, I'd have had to release his hand. Instead, I took the newly proffered arm, channeled his momentum into a hip-toss and planted him on the ground.I had his wrist twisted painfully, his arm locked up and my foot was on his throat. Buck was on his back on the asphalt with a furious expression on his face.‘Motherfucker,' the closest redneck made ready to rush me.‘Take that step and I'll break his arm,' I informed them both angrily. ‘Buck, I'd appreciate it if you would apologize to Brandy now.'‘Get off me,' Buck snarled. ‘I'll fucking kill you.'‘Vlad,' Misty Dawn hesitantly reached for me.‘Vlad, let him up. He's not worth it,' Brandy intervened. When it was clear she was the one I was listening to, I backed off. I even offered Buck a hand up. Oddly, he took it; without the expected sneak attack.‘Duel, huh?' Buck scowled.‘Yeah.'‘I'll think about it.'‘I'm not hard to find,' I stepped aside as he and his group forced their way forward. His departure left Rashaan and his crew staring at me, Mikhail and the Cheer Squad once more.‘Don't worry, Misty Dawn. I wouldn't have let Vlad hurt your cousin much,' Brandy roped in her fellow cheerleader. Brandy shot me a dazzling smile in the process.‘Thanks, Vlad,' Misty smiled my way as well.What was going on? Well Brandy and Taliyah's position as leaders of the Cheer Squad
Rediscovering the ancient lore of being in love..Based on the works of ron de, in 2 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories."Jessica told me she wanted me to breed her again. I know I can't, not yet, but after she said that, I found the idea was rather exciting. Is it wrong that she felt that way or that I thought I'd like to breed her again?"Regina shook her head."No, it's not wrong. What you were both feeling was the release of endorphins into your brains during the orgasm and it's a little like the addiction to some drugs. You feel the endorphins and want to have the feeling again."Danny pursed his lips."Why haven't I felt like this before? The breeder and I always have an orgasm."Regina smiled."We really don't know, Danny. That's part of what this experiment is all about - to find out. What we know is impregnation is much more successful if the breeder feels something for the sire and the sire's sperm count is higher if he feels something for the breeder."Danny thought for a while about that. He did like Jessica, but he'd liked Barbara too. The feeling had been there with Barbara, a little, but not as strongly as with Jessica. Maybe that was because Barbara hadn't said anything like Jessica had. Maybe that was the reason.He looked at Regina then."Do you feel that when you're bred - like you want to be bred again by the same sire?"Regina looked at the floor when she answered."I've never been bred, Danny, because I was designated as a critical employee. If I took time off for pregnancy and to raise a child it would cause serious damage to the program."She looked up at Danny then."Maybe once we get this all figured out, I can be bred. I would like to have children someday."Over the course of the next eighteen weeks, Danny selected and bred eighteen more breeders and completed what he jokingly referred to in his weekly after breeding reports as his harem. In those after breeding reports, he tried to explain what had attracted him to each breeder. Often, he really didn't know exactly what that was so his answers were a little confusing.The breeders were also interviewed and asked if they were attracted to Danny, if they would like him to breed them again, and were asked to rate their attraction to Danny from a list of characteristics on a scale of one to ten.Over the months, she began to see a pattern in Danny's selections and the breeder's responses. That was important because once the twenty breeders were selected, bred, and in residence, Danny would have the freedom to choose a breeder once a week even though all were in some stage of pregnancy. Only in the last month of gestation was a breeder not able to engage in sex.In her last report to the W R E, Regina had put the remaining reservations to rest. Danny's impregnation rate had been ninety-five percent, much better than even the best of the other sires. The data indicated that even though genetically matching sires and breeders was very successful, the last key to the puzzle was in the mental processes of both sires and breeders.When Danny had bred the twentieth breeder and she had conceived, Regina sat down with him and explained the data she had collected and what that meant to the experiment."Danny, the data I've gathered is interesting to say the least. Even though your ratings of the breeders you selected are fairly consistent -- large breasts, wide hips, and an attitude of eagerness to be bred, your sperm count shows me something different."Your sperm count tends to indicate you prefer brunettes who have not shaved their pubic hair. Another interesting thing is that while breast and hip size do show some correlation, in general, your sperm count is lower if the woman has any hair color other than brunette. It seems as if you prefer her pubic hair to be the same color as well."The other thing that is rather unusual is your sperm count is higher if the breeder's after breeding report indicates she was nervous about the breeding. Your sperm count is even higher than if she was very confident. I'm still trying to figure that one out. Any thoughts about why that would be?"Danny thought back over his times with the twenty breeders. Yes, some seemed to be nervous so he had taken special care to make sure they were completely aroused before he bred them. The others, the ones who seemed to be more than ready, he had just bred them like he had over a hundred others. What could make him treat a nervous breeder differently?"I'm not sure. It just seemed like to ones who were nervous needed more stimulation, so I tried to give them that."Regina had watched the videos of each breeding and though she had seen some differences in what Danny did with those breeders and how they reacted, she couldn't see enough detail to really understand what he was doing."Danny, what did you do differently with the nervous breeders?"Danny had to think about that for a few moments, because he didn't really remember doing anything consciously. He just did what seemed to arouse the breeder and it was more or less instinctive."I'm not sure except when something I did seemed to arouse them, I did it some more."Regina smiled."Can you give me some examples...like what did you do with Heather, the little brunette with large breasts? She started out being nervous, but her orgasm left her shaking and breathless."Danny remembered Heather. He'd found her especially attractive and planned on breeding her several more times."Heather didn't put much on her application form about what excited her, so I had to figure it out as I went. Like you said, she had large breasts and she seemed to really like having them gently stroked. Once I figured that out, that's what I started doing. She also had large nipples, and as I stroked her breasts they got even larger. From what I've seen, most breeders like having their nipples lightly pinched and sucked. When I did that to Heather's nipples and then checked to see if she was becoming aroused, I found out she was very slippery inside, more so than most other breeders I've bred, so I kept doing it while stimulating her with a finger until she spread her legs and pulled me between them. It was pretty exciting for me too, to find out that a simple thing like sucking her nipples could excite her so quickly. I've bred a lot of breeders, but not as many as you've studied. Is that a normal reaction?"Regina said she'd seen similar reactions in the population of breeders she'd studied. She didn't tell him that just listening to the description of his actions with Heather had caused her own nipples to swell and that she felt as if she was becoming wet. That would have been embarrassing besides being unprofessional. She wasn't supposed to be excited by what she witnessed during the breedings or by what the sire and breeder said in their after-breeding interviews."Yes, Danny, I've seen that before in some women. Other's not so much."Danny had been watching Regina while he related what he'd done with Heather, and what he saw made him smile. Regina was breathing a little faster and she'd closed her thighs tight and then moved them up and down a little when she changed position. That was the same way Heather had reacted.That reaction caused Danny to look at Regina in a different light as well. Before, she'd been just another researcher who happened to be female, and she was always calm and analytical in her questions and responses. Now, knowing she had dreams of someday being bred and seeing that he'd excited her a little, she became a woman, a woman with large breasts and brown hair and the small but full figured body that attracted him to some of the breeders more than to others.He thought maybe part of the reason for the change was they were no longer in the sterile environment of the breeding center. They now lived together in a house in the countryside and he'd become more aware of her appearance since she'd dispensed with the white lab coats she always wore at the breeding center. That let Danny see how her large breasts moved when she did, and how her wide hips swayed when she walked. He'd been more than a little aroused by Regina in street clothes, and now..."Regina, a man stroking your breasts and sucking your nipples does the same thing to you, doesn't it?"The thought of Danny doing that to her flashed through Regina's mind and she felt her nipples stiffen a little more and the feeling of dampness between her thighs increased. No man had ever touched her that way, but it was what she did to herself when she was alone in her bed at night. She would watch one of the videos of one of Danny's breeding sessions and fantasize about how it must feel to the breeder. At the end, when Regina stifled the cry as her hips raised off the bed because of the orgasm, she was thinking about how it must feel to the breeder to have Danny groan and pump his sperm inside her.Regina frowned at that thought. It wasn't right. She was supposed to be an unbiased observer of the breedings and then analyze them so future breedings would be more successful. She couldn't let Danny know she even thought about sex, let alone that his description was affecting her. That might bias his actions and the study data would be contaminated."Danny, I've never been touched that way, so I don't know. Now, what else did you do with Heather that was different?"Danny wasn't dumb and he was very observant. Those qualities are what made him a very valuable sire. He could watch a breeder's reactions to what he did and modify his behavior accordingly. He didn't miss the fact that in spite of the bra Regina wore, her nipples had stiffened enough he could see the bumps they made in her light blouse. He decided to see if he could cause any other responses in Regina, partly because it would be teasing her a little, but also because he was thinking he'd like to breed her. He didn't really know why, but the feeling was there and it was a stronger feeling than he'd had with any of the breeders he'd bred."Well, once I slipped a finger inside her, I knew she was probably ready, but she was still a little stiff. I remembered what you said about breeding success being better if the breeder was very aroused, so I kept stroking her inner lips and clitoris until she rolled her head to the side and started to take panting breaths. That's when I entered her. It didn't take her long to have an orgasm after that, and that was fortunate. The way she was responding was extremely erotic and I was having difficulty not having my own orgasm before she did."Regina squirmed in her chair because there was no doubt in her mind her panties were wet. She felt the wet warmth on the lips between her thighs. What Danny had just described was the same thing she did almost every night in her bed. She'd stroke her inner lips until they were wet with her juices and then move her finger up to the little button at the top of her lips.The first touch of that little stiff nub would make her gasp. Gentle rubbing would make her pant. All it took then was moving that finger quickly in and out. Regina would feel the tension building inside her, building to a level that tightened the muscles in her belly, hips, and legs and was almost unbearable. Then, suddenly, that tension would explode in a release that left her gasping for breath and quivering. She could only imagine how Heather had felt at that moment.Regina was uncomfortable about how she was reacting to what Danny told her, but she was also a little dumbfounded. They'd had this conversation many, many times and it had never affected her before. She'd always just assumed her clinical mindset and faithfully recorded what Danny said he had done. What could be the reason she couldn't do that now? The education and experience she'd gained in psychology should have been able to explain her reaction, and yet, she couldn't find any logical reason for it.She was the same, wasn't she? Danny was the same, wasn't he? Then what was different? Regina's mind was racing for an explanation when Danny smiled. He was going to push Regina just a little to see what she did."I could show you if you want. You would be getting first-hand experience into what a breeder feels. That might help your study more than just talking."Regina felt her face and chest grow warm. What Danny had just proposed was against all her training and education. A scientist was never, never, ever supposed to become personally involved in an experiment. Doing so would cause questions about ethics and validity of the data. She could not allow that to happen after so much time and money had been spent.The warmth that was spreading down to her breasts wasn't caused by Danny's challenge to her ethics though. It was caused by her desire to let him do what he said -- excite her until she wanted him and then breed her.It was the same thought that filled her mind when she aroused herself at night, though up until that day, the sire was just a faceless body. Now, that body had Danny's face, his broad shoulders, and his tall build. For an instant, the vision filled her mind of Danny between her open thighs, his cock buried deep inside her as the waves of her orgasm swept her away into the exquisite abyss of release.Regina felt her stomach contract and then more wet warmth between her thighs. She took a deep breath that didn't do anything to still what was happening to her."Danny, I -- I think I have enough information about your experience with Heather for now. Have you given any thought to which breeder you'd like to choose to breed a second time?"Danny smiled to himself because it was obvious he'd aroused Regina. Her face was flushed and she was breathing much faster than before he'd explained what he'd done with Heather. That in itself had started him on the road to arousal, but there was something else, something he couldn't put his finger on, but it was there. He wanted Regina, wanted to hear her gasps and moans as he aroused her. He wanted to feel the spasms that tightened her passage around his stiff, stroking cock and caused him to let go and fill her with his sperm. He wanted to feel her hands on his back as she tried to pull his cock deeper inside her as they made love.That was it, he suddenly realized. He didn't want to breed Regina. He wanted to make love with her. That was a new feeling for him. He'd always taken great care to make sure the breeder reached orgasm, but other than a very few, it had just been his job. He couldn't think of Regina as just another breeder. She was different.Danny smiled again."You're not going to like my answer.""Danny, you know there are no wrong answers to any of my questions. What you say is just how you honestly feel. Now, which breeder would you like to breed again?"Danny leaned forward and put his hand on Regina's knee."You", was all he said, and he smiled again when he felt the little tremble of Regina's leg.Regina's mind swirled again with that same vision of her and Danny together, naked and striving for the goal of release. She caught her breath when Danny squeezed her knee gently, then stammered, "Umm, me? I'm not a breeder.""I know and that's why"."But I can't."Danny slowly moved his hand a little higher up Regina's leg."Why? From what I'm seeing, you wouldn't be completely against the idea. You're breathing faster and your face is flushed. That's the same way the breeders react when I touch them, though it usually takes more touching in more places."Regina knew she couldn't hide what her body was doing from Danny, but she had thought maybe he wouldn't notice. Now that he had and was absolutely correct in his assessment of her, what could she say?"Even if I wanted to -- and I'm not saying I would - that would invalidate all my work because I'd be biased."Danny smiled and moved his hand up a little more."Wouldn't it just make it easier for you to understand how a breeder feels when I breed her? I'd think that was valuable information you could never get from an interview."Regina abruptly brushed Danny's hand off her leg and then stood up."I think we'd better end the interview right now."Without waiting for Danny to respond, she walked out of the interview room and left Danny sitting there.Academic Theories Be DamnedWhen she got back to her room, Regina dropped her clipboard on her desk and then sat down on the bed. What was wrong with her? What Danny had said was true. She did want him to breed her, wanted it more than she could remember ever wanting anything else. The thought had stirred something deep in her mind, something she'd never felt before.It's just hormones, she thought, and I know how to fix that for at least a while. She stood up, took off her clothes and lay back down on the bed.The first touch between her thighs told her she hadn't been imagining the wetness there, and she knew the reason. Her body was preparing itself to be penetrated by a man's rigid cock. She tried slipping a finger into her entrance and found it was even wetter there. The second finger she slipped in made Regina catch her breath.With her other hand, Regina closed two fingers around her right nipple and pinched gently. The effect was immediate. She stifled the moan that threatened to slip from her throat as her belly tightened. Another pinch tightened her belly again and she felt the tension begin building in her core.Regina's two fingers moved slowly in and out a few times, then moved up to the little smooth button at the top of her lips. Just a few strokes was all it took. Regina gasped as the first wave of spasms wracked her body, then arched up off the bed as the wave swept over her. She couldn't control what her body was doing. It just did what it felt like, and the only thing she saw in her mind was Danny's face above hers, a face wearing a mask of intense pleasure as he pumped his stiff cock in and out and spurted his sperm inside her.Regina lay there panting until the contractions in her core mostly stopped. It was relief from the tension, but as another twinge of tightness swept over her, she realized the orgasm had done nothing to take away the vision that still filled her mind. The only thing that would do that was the vision becoming reality and that scared her.She'd never before experienced such a longing, no, such a need, and she didn't know what to do about it. If she did as her scientist's mind was telling her, she'd put that need out of her mind and go on as she always had. The problem was the other part of her mind, the part that was screaming at her to go to Danny's room and make that vision a reality was quickly drowning out her logical self.Her logical mind struggled to be heard through the din.What if I got pregnant? That would be the end of my career. No, that can't happen. The W R E knew some psychologists might be tempted so all female psychologists had been temporarily sterilized by an implant. Regina felt for the implant and found the small bump on her shoulder where it had been inserted. No, she couldn't get pregnant.What if somebody found out? That would also end my career. Then she shook her head. Like Danny had said, that wasn't likely to happen. It wasn't unusual for her to spend hours interviewing a sire or a breeder. If she and Danny were together long enough for him to breed her, everybody would just think it was part of the interview process. It was a cardinal rule that once an interview started, no one was permitted to interrupt it unless there was some life threatening emergency that required evacuation of the residence. They wouldn't be disturbed no matter how long it took.In trying to give herself a reason why she shoul
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Send us a textIn this episode of the Concrete Genius podcast, Sauce McKenzie reflects on the significance of family and the passage of time as we enter 2025. He emphasizes the importance of respecting the older generation and learning from their experiences. The conversation shifts to the dynamics within the black community, particularly regarding how individuals treat one another and the impact of content creation on perceptions of their neighborhoods. McKenzie discusses the effects of digital money on society, highlighting how it alters our relationship with spending. The episode concludes with a somber reflection on recent tragedies, urging listeners to take social responsibility and protect one another. In this conversation, Sauce Mackenzie delves into various topics ranging from personal accountability and the unforgivable actions of individuals to the ongoing MVP debate between Lamar Jackson and Josh Allen. He reflects on LeBron James' recent achievements and the reactions from fans, discusses the appropriateness of adult activities in places like Chuck E. Cheese, and addresses the Joy Taylor scandal involving her personal life and professional implications. The conversation also touches on the complexities of sexuality, relationships, and parenting in non-traditional families, as well as the portrayal of masculinity within the LGBTQ+ community.Chapters00:00 Reflections on 2025 and Family Values05:12 Respecting the Older Generation09:51 Community Dynamics and Content Creation13:01 The Impact of Digital Money on Society20:04 Recent Tragedies and Social Responsibility30:54 Unforgivable Actions and Accountability32:10 The MVP Debate: Lamar Jackson vs. Josh Allen35:42 LeBron James: Acknowledging Greatness39:09 Adult Fun: Chuck E. Cheese and Grown-Up Parties40:18 Joy Taylor Scandal: Personal Life and Professional Consequences46:50 Sexuality, Relationships, and Parenting55:58 Adoption and Non-Traditional Families56:32 Masculinity and Identity in the LGBTQ+ CommunityTakeaways2025 marks a significant milestone, reflecting on the past.Family gatherings during New Year set a positive tone for the year.Respect for older generations is crucial for learning and growth.The younger generation should seek wisdom from their elders.Community dynamics often lead to unnecessary hostility among peers.Content creators should be mindful of how they portray their communities.Digital money changes our perception of value and spending.Recent tragedies highlight the need for community protection.We must address the issues of violence and terrorism in society.Social responsibility is essential for the well-being of our communities. Some actions are unforgivable and deserve accountability.Lamar Jackson's performance deserves recognition over Josh Allen's sympathy.LeBron James humbly acknowledges his place in basketball history.Chuck E. Cheese may not be suitable for adult gatherings.Personal lives of public figures can have professional consequences.Sexuality and relationships are complex and often scrutinized.Adoption by same-sex couples raises questions about traditional family structures.Masculinity in the LGBTQ+ community often mirrors hyper-masculine stereotypes.It's important to appreciate both LeBron and Jordan without comparison.Podcasting allows for open discussions on various societal issues.Sound Bites"Life is precious. Enjoy it.""It's all about family.""Show that OG some respect.""Everything you do is binary.""We don't make no policies.""You a foul human being.""Ain't no forgiveness for you.""If it's true, thatSupport the show
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How do you recognize when intimacy has shifted from connection to control?If you've ever felt that your partner's actions didn't align with their words or found yourself using sex to end a fight, this discussion with Hilary Buckwalter-Wilde will resonate deeply for you.In this episode you will:Gain clarity on how sex can be misused as a tool for control and manipulation, trapping you further into narcissistic cyclesLearn how patriarchal narratives might shape your view of intimacy and self-worth and how to reclaim your genuine sexual powerDiscover the steps to grieve and heal from the traumatic mindf*ck of realizing your relationship was built on deceitTune in now to uncover the tools and insights you need to break free from manipulation and reclaim your power.MENTIONED:Ep. 47: Was Any Of It Real? Signs You've Been Deceived In A Narcissistic Relationship & How To Finally Understand The Heartbreak With Hilary Buckwalter-Wilde (Part 1) - https://pod.fo/e/277854Ep. 48: How Narcissists Use Sex As Manipulation & Control In Toxic Relationships With Hilary Buckwalter-Wilde (Part 2) - https://pod.fo/e/27854aHilary's website: indwellingduluth.comHIlary's Instagram: @sacredcounsel.duluthRESOURCES FOR YOUR HEALING:❤️ For more resources on healing from the mindf*ck of confusing relationships so you can securely attach + experience healthy love: https://www.brewolta.com
Something had to be done about the ominous world population decrease.Based on the works of ron de, in 2 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.Kristin lay naked on the bed with her legs spread a little and watched as S405698 removed his clothing. Before, she'd been nervous, but eager. Now, as he removed his underwear and his erect cock bobbed free, she was nervous and a little afraid. It was her first time in six months, the celibacy period mandated by her contract, and she was a little fearful of how it would feel. He looked large - not particularly long, but really thick. Matt, her former partner, hadn't been so thick and it always felt like he stretched her a lot.He smiled as he approached."This your first time here?"Kristin nodded her confirmation.He smiled again and stroked her right breast."Just relax, and I'll make this great for both of us. Do you have a favorite position?"Kristin's voice was almost a whisper."I thought it made a difference and we'd have to do it with you on top."He chuckled."That's just an old wives tale. All the data says it really doesn't matter as long as you have an orgasm. Usually it doesn't matter even if you don't providing the time is right, but I'll make sure you do. Now, what do you like? I read your application, but some women have special things they like and are too embarrassed to write them down. It's just you and me here, and it will be better for us both if I know."Kristin thought for a moment. Should she tell him, could she tell him, that having her nipples pinched tight and then pulled would send her into a blinding orgasm? Would he think she was weird if she told him that?He smiled when she didn't answer."You won't shock me, I promise. I've heard everything from 'spank me really hard' to 'pull my hair' to 'tell me I'm just a brood cow and you're going to breed me like a bull'. There have been other things too, but those are probably the most common."Kristin smiled coyly."Well...I like it best when I'm on my hands and knees...and I like my nipples pinched hard and then pulled."He smiled again."That's one of my favorites too. Before we do that, let's get you ready."Kristin was quiet when he began stroking her breasts, but caught her breath when he lightly brushed her nipples with his fingertips. When he nuzzled her breast and then closed his lips around her right nipple, she closed her eyes so she could feel every little tingle. After he stroked down her side and then slipped a fingertip between her puffy lips, she wasn't afraid anymore. She just felt the craving building, the craving to be penetrated by his thick cock, and then taken to the point her body would convulse as the orgasm sent her into a blinding fog of sensations.That was when he'd pump his seed into her, the thick, white, sticky ropes carrying his sperm that would find their way to her womb and impregnate her. She wouldn't feel the spurts, she knew that, but she'd feel his thick cock throb inside her when he did it. Some women in her group who were there for the second or third time said they thought they could feel it splatter inside them, but Kristin never had. All she'd ever felt were the contractions that twisted her belly in a knot, caused her legs to turn to jelly, and made her hips writhe around the cock inside her.And so it was that day. He stroked his finger in and out, then used two fingers to stroke deep while his thumb lightly brushed her clit, and all the time, his mouth sucked and pulled at her nipples. By the time he turned her over and lifted her hips so she was on her hands and knees, she'd felt the orgasm building twice. He'd stopped his stroking fingers and thumb then, but as soon as her hips stopped rocking into his hand, he started again.Kristin had just gotten to her hands and knees when she felt him spread her lips and then slide his rigid cock between them. She was so wet by then there wasn't much sensation until his cock head touched her clit. Her body jerked when that happened and she tried to move forward so his cock was at her entrance.He wouldn't let her do that though. He just kept stroking his cock between her wet, swollen lips until his cock head and shaft glistened with the slippery/sticky wetness that flowed from her entrance when she tightened her belly. He smiled to himself at how well he'd excited her.That was a point of personal pride with him. He'd been taught the mechanics, but his real education had come from a woman named Barbara. She'd been very forward about what she liked and didn't like, and one of the things she liked was being teased until she was gasping for breath and her wetness flowed enough it trickled from her entrance and then down between her ass cheeks.He knew Kristin was ready when she began pushing back against him, trying to get his cock inside her. He hoped she was close to an orgasm because when a breeder acted like this one was acting, he sometimes had trouble holding back until she came. It wasn't the way she moaned and panted. It was the way her lips gradually swelled and then opened when he spread her legs a little more.Kristin felt him pushing his cock head at her entrance and then the feeling of him stretching her open. It didn't happen all at once like she thought it might. After all, he was being paid to breed her, not to make love to her and she thought he'd want to do it as fast as possible.He didn't though, and Kristin couldn't hold back the moan as his thick, swollen cock head eased into the snug spot just inside her entrance. She moaned again when he pushed deeper and she felt him fill that tight ring. He didn't keep going then. He just pushed in and out right there, making his cock head stretch her open and then letting her close a little. In less than a minute, Kristin was unconsciously pushing back at his cock and trying to get him inside her all the way.He did push harder then, and Kristin gasped as his cock head slipped past that snug spot but the stretching feeling didn't lessen. It was still there, the same pressure that sent little tingling sensations to her brain and her core. Those sensations tightened her belly and took every thought from her mind except the exquisite stretching and his hands on her breasts.He was carefully watching what she did, and when he began hearing her rasping, panting breaths knew she was close. He moved his hands from cupping her full, hanging breasts to close his fingertips on her swollen nipples. When he pinched them lightly, she moaned. He pinched harder and felt her passage clamp down on his cock.She rammed her body back when he pinched harder still, hard enough he knew he was flattening her nipples between his index fingers and thumbs, and she started to make continuous little moans. It would only take a little more and she'd have the orgasm she needed to have for it to be nearly certain he'd impregnate her.He pulled down hard then and stretched her breasts out into cones. She shrieked and he felt her begin to shake. She started to sag then because her legs were shaking, so he put his left hand under her belly to hold her up, and began pushing his cock in and out a little faster. In moments, she began to murmur something he couldn't understand, and when he pulled hard on her right nipple, she shrieked and started to writhe her hips. As soon as he felt her body jerk the first time, he allowed himself to let go. With a groan, he pushed his cock in until his belly flattened her shaking hips and then felt the surge race up his cock and inside her. Three more times, he gasped as his cock went home and another surge flew out the tip.She was still making little mewing cries and pushing back into his cock when he groaned and felt another tightening in his cock. That one would be just a dribble, but it would add to the amount he could already feel leaking out of her and onto the mattress.It wouldn't matter if some leaked out. He could feel her body moving now, feel her passage contract and then push out, then contract again. Her body was doing what it was supposed to do, dipping the tip of her womb into the sperm that covered it and helping the sperm find its way inside.He kept his cock in her and stroking until it got soft enough it was just bending when he stroked in. He pulled out then, but held her lips closed with two fingers until he couldn't feel the little contractions anymore. He knew it wouldn't matter if he did that, but he liked the way most women reacted when he lightly pinched their lips together and then moved them around. This one was no exception. She purred out a little moan and then her hips rocked a little.She was lying on her back when he got dressed, and just before he left; she blew him a kiss and said "Thank you".He grinned."The pleasure was mine."The EmptinessAs Danny walked back to his room, he smiled at his fortune to be one of the chosen males. It was partly because of his intelligence but also because of his build. He was a little over six feet tall, depending upon the time of day, and was a lean and strong hundred and seventy pounds. That had been enough to get him the position, and when his sperm count was higher than average, that was an added advantage.He didn't know how many women he'd impregnated, but he knew he'd been mated with about a hundred and fifty over the past two years. He figured he had about another ten years of service left, give or take, as long as his sperm count remained at least average. By that time, the crisis would have been avoided and though the breeding program would still be required, the natural process of reproduction would again be helping to populate the earth.In another four days, Danny would have another appointment with a woman probably between the ages of nineteen and twenty-nine. There had been women as old as forty in the beginning, but anything over twenty-nine was considered a little old now. A breeder could be bred only every two years, and the sociologists had all agreed that after the age of thirty, the breeder should concentrate on child rearing. A woman who was nineteen at her first breeding was optimal. She could be bred seven times before retiring.The other issue with a woman's age was fertility. After the age of thirty, it sometimes took two breedings to impregnate her, and that wasted sperm. Women as old as forty had been used to get things started though, because not using every available and willing woman would have been catastrophic. A few women over thirty were still being bred, but those were women with exceptionally high intelligence, nearly perfect physical traits, and strong mothering instincts.Foundational KnowledgeThe federation authorities were not going to question the sages of the academics. Science must never be questioned by the unenlightened; and certainly not publicly opposed. It was met with swift re-education orders, and the rebels who dared challenge the sages were taken to institutions where they were re-educated. Sometimes they were further treated with pharmaceuticals to bring ‘balance' to their temperament, before slowly being re-introduced to the civilian populations.Mandated Abstinence PhaseFour days of rest was optimal for Danny according to the testing he'd been through. Some sires needed as many as six, but four days gave his body a chance to replenish his sperm and gave his mind a chance to rest from the concentration required to ensure the woman had an orgasm. During those days, he'd sleep, eat, stay in shape with a workout or a swim, and do little else other than take a class or two in how to arouse women. Danny didn't really need the classes in how to cause orgasms in most women, but there were some women who needed what Judy, the instructor, called "special handling", so he'd take at least one.Judy always taught the classes nude so she could demonstrate, and Danny wished she was one of the breeders. While he was skilled in producing orgasms in any woman, he sometimes had to concentrate on producing his own if the breeder had small breasts or narrow hips. Judy had the large, heavy breasts and sensuous, wide hips, the same characteristics that always made it easy for him to fill a breeder with his sperm. Unfortunately for him, Judy was forty-eight and no longer fertile. Coupling with her would have been an exquisite experience, he thought, but would have also been a waste of his sperm.He'd have liked being the first to breed her because she was probably quite a woman when she was nineteen, but in those days, things were done a little differently. Most matings were natural then, and the selection process was left up to the individuals involved.A Dying Human RaceNo one could put a single, concrete reason to the lack of population growth the world was experiencing during the early 2000's, but it was definitely a problem and it was growing quickly. In 2015, the population of the globe was a little over seven billion and growing slowly. By 2030, that number had stabilized because the death rate was about equal to the birth rate. Medical science had not been able to find a way to extend the life of any individual. All evidence appeared to point to a biologically programmed "expiration date" for the human body.It was estimated by the W H O that with the current declining birth and steady death rates, in ten years the population of Earth would be nearly halved and would continue to decline at a rate of about eight percent per year. Within twenty years because of geographical dispersion, the human species would effectively be extinct. A few small pockets of humans would exist in the major cities, but would quickly begin to suffer from congenital diseases and defects cause by lack of genetic diversity.There were various theories for the decrease in birth rate proposed, but the problem was worldwide, so culture was not a major influence. What appeared to be the cause were several major changes in how people thought about their roles in society.Some sociologists thought the problem began in the 1960's with the so-called "free love" generation. The culture of the "hippies" changed sex into something anyone could enjoy and they did. Women learned about having orgasms and men learned that having an orgasm at the same time as your partner was much more enjoyable than basically using a woman to masturbate with instead of using their hands. The advent of the birth control pill furthered this "sex without guilt" mentality because it nearly eliminated the risk of pregnancy.Other sociologists thought it was the generation of children born to the free-love generation. While when they were young, most of the free-love generation had rejected normal jobs and careers, as they got older, they fell into line behind their parents. The difference was they made more money than their parents and could afford to give their children more. Those children grew up and became selfish because they'd seldom had to wait for anything.When they looked back at their parents, what they saw were people who had sacrificed a lot to give their children what everybody else's children had, from new bikes to the latest style in clothing to the limousine that took them to their high school prom. According to the sociologists, that realization made them vow to not have children so they didn't have to sacrifice anything in their quest for self-satisfaction. Better and safer birth control methods made that goal a reality.It was obvious to most nations in the world that if the birth rate continued to decline, long before human extinction became reality there would be fewer young people working to support the world economy while there were more older people consuming the results of that economy. Infrastructure would deteriorate because of the lack of labor to keep it running, and food would be an ever-increasing problem because of the lack of agricultural workers. The social safety-net systems such as medical care and financial support in the form of the various government entitlement systems would suffer a spiraling decline in input while their outlay would continually increase.The result was the formation of the "W R E - the acronym for "World Re-population Effort" - by the leaders of every developed country on the globe. This organization was separate from the United Nations because world leaders knew the problem had to be solved quickly. Any committee of the United Nations would only hold meaningless votes on meaningless, non-binding resolutions for years. There would likely be UN diplomats continuing to argue over infinitesimal details even as the light of human existence slowly flickered out.After six months of debate about the practical and ethical considerations, the W R E embarked upon a solution. That solution was to offer free medical care, free housing, and financial support for life to any woman, single or married, who would agree to be impregnated and raise the child to adulthood. The program was funded by the World Bank after that organization was appraised of the consequences of doing nothing.In the manner of all government programs, the W R E wrote a glossary of accepted terms. Women participating in the program were designated as "Base Re-population Donor Recipients " or the acronym "BRDR". Men serving as sperm donors were designated as "Sperm Inception Reservoirs ", or "SIR". Both terms were to be used in any and all public correspondence and conversation, but in private conversations in the W R E clinics, the doctors and nurses used the somewhat phonetic pronunciations of "Breeder" and "Sire". To guarantee anonymity but allow for detailed tracking, in all records breeders were given a number -- a "B" followed by a sequential number. Sires were likewise numbered by an "S" followed by a sequential number.In the early stages of the program, it was felt the breeding should proceed by clinical means to guarantee conception happened in a sterile environment, so the breeder was impregnated by artificial insemination. The success rate was relatively poor, being only about thirty percent for women under thirty and only about ten percent for women between thirty and thirty-five.After multiple studies that all proved inconclusive relative to how to improve that success rate by artificial means, some old data about the success of natural conception was compared to the new data. The old data demonstrated almost a seventy percent conception success rate for women between nineteen and thirty-five if the woman was monitoring her fertility and her partner's sperm count was average. The success rate was still over fifty percent even if the woman did no monitoring.As a result, the W R E began a trial program of natural matings between sires and breeders. The success rate was the predicted sixty-five to seventy percent if the breeder didn't have an orgasm, seventy-five percent if she did, and eighty percent if she had an orgasm and the sire had a high sperm count. After a year of the trial, this method became the norm.It was also determined during the trial program that virgins seldom conceived at the first mating, while all fell within the predicted ranges after the second. The doctors and psychologists employed by the W R E stated this was for two reasons. Most women experienced some amount of pain when their maidenhead was broken and that pain prevented them from having an orgasm. The other reason was that many women reported being too nervous about their first experience with intercourse and so couldn't let themselves relax and enjoy the same experience they always enjoyed when masturbating.The solution developed was to pair a virgin breeder with an experienced sire who had been taught to understand she might be apprehensive and had been taught how to overcome that tendency as well as to minimize the pain she might feel.In both types of breeders, those who were virgins and those who were not, their sires were selected to compliment and accent the characteristics of intelligence and physical development. That topic, standards for pairing breeders and sires, was the topic most debated through the program development.While throughout most of human civilization, mate selection was mostly random and served to continue proliferation of the strongest genes, there were always some children born who had a difficult time fitting into that civilization. With the advent of the sequencing of the human genome and subsequent deciphering of which gene did what, it was possible to eliminate these mistakes of nature.Utilization of that ability did not upset most people when the program was proposed. After all, what person would desire to produce a child with a mental or physical deformity or a propensity toward a life of crime?The selections would be random, but random among volunteers deemed to guarantee the resulting offspring would be the best humankind could produce. While race of the sire would be an option selectable only by the breeder, the characteristics of mental and physical health and mental stability would take precedence over any other criteria.All breeders and sires had their DNA sequenced and categorized relative to genetic disposition toward both traits considered good and bad. When a breeder signed her contract, she was given a list of potential sires. The sires on that list were matched to her DNA to yield a child with above average intelligence, no propensity for development of congenital disease or physical deformity, and most importantly, no tendencies to resist the codes of society.It was impossible to find breeders and sires with no undesirable genetic characteristics, so the pairing routine matched breeders with undesirable characteristics with sires who had the genetic makeup to counteract those characteristics. In this manner, the new population would be stronger, more intelligent, and there would be little, if any, crime.While there were still babies being naturally conceived by couples, that was both a blessing and a concern. Those babies were needed to re-populate the planet, but some of those babies would develop the unfavorable characteristics dictated by their DNA.After some deliberation about methods of guaranteeing proper genetic makeup of all children born, the W R E concluded that the number of such children produced by natural matings would be small compared to the number of planned births. That number would be small enough that any mental abnormalities could be handled by the current methods of incarceration or psychiatric treatment. Physical abnormalities would be handled by corrective surgery or prosthetics. Both would disappear in a generation or two anyway.The initial year of the program proved the potential of the plan. The initial two thousand sires chosen from all over the world had each been mated with between sixty and eighty breeders each, and the result was eighty-three thousand babies.The impregnation rate was a disappointing sixty- percent, but this was attributed to the age of some of the breeders. The second year, the number of sires was increased to six thousand, the number of breeders by two hundred fifty thousand, and eleven months later, the number of births was over three hundred and fifty thousand births.At that rate of impregnation, within one generation, the population of the Earth would be well on the way to return to the levels of the early 2000's. Given that the selection process matched breeders and sires for both physical and mental characteristics, those new individuals would have a natural desire to reproduce and the resulting children would return the world's birthrate to a percentage that would match the world's death rate.Several psychologists had warned of the unintended consequence of a planned and organized breeding program. After an entire generation of men and women had been conceived, born, and raised to the state of adulthood, they might resolve themselves to arranged breedings as the norm.It wasn't hard for Danny to believe that would be the case. He seldom felt anything for any breeder he impregnated. It was just his job, albeit a very pleasant jo
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Getting to our classes.Based on a post by FinalStand, in 13 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels. Getting to our classes was eased by us being late. My teacher declared me 'tardy' despite my protestations that my brother had just been taken to the hospital. A few of my Black classmates snickered over that. 'Alexander' was given a 'pass' by his far more understanding teacher. That teacher was one of the 'haters', but Mikhail figured that hospitalizing one of us had gone way overboard in that man's eyes.That wasn't the only sign that things had changed. Darius and his crowd were prepping for the next attack. The rest of the school; they sensed something terrible was on the horizon. Our lack of response was a warning sign all its own. We weren't cringing, blustering, or glowering. Vicky said we were the 'eye of the storm' and wanted in on whatever vengeance we had planned.We told her we didn't have one. At lunch, Taliyah was torn up at first because she thought that Darius and Rashaan had Alexander beaten up over her. They'd even taunted her about it between classes, warning that worse was in store for her and Brandy at lunch. Those two women had gotten a measure of revenge by changing the location of the Cheer Squads 'lunch meeting'/gangbang, then forgotten to inform the football team of the change of venue.Darius came looking shortly after the fact. The other eight members of the Cheer Squad looked perplexed. Had Brandy not humiliated him (by dissing his BBC), he might have not decided to assume the whole group was in on this policy of denial.‘Brandy, get your ass over here,' Darius seethed.‘Taliyah, you had best correct yourself,' Rashaan added. A few other players who pretended they were BF/GF with a cheerleader added to the commotion.‘No,' I stood up and confronted him. He was looking for something more. 'Alexander' took up a position on the far side of the cheerleaders. People were clearing out the space between the football team and us.‘Brandy,' Darius stressed his authority. She was wavering. Fortunately for us, Taliyah was not.‘Back off you Mother-fucker,' she screamed.‘Taliyah?' Rashaan mumbled.‘You really want to be on their side?' Darius' eyes narrowed.‘I want to kick you and your fellow cowards' asses,' she seethed. Darius shot Rashaan a mocking glance, shaming him. His 'woman' was getting mouthy.‘Taliyah,' Rashaan asserted himself. ‘You are asking for a world of trouble.'‘What?' she spat back. ‘How many bruthas are you going to bring when you try to shut me up; cause I know you aren't man enough to do it yourself.'‘Bitch,' he stepped forward. I tried to move to her, Darius interposed himself. Mikhail had three guys on his flank so any move he made would put him in a nest of trouble.Rashaan grabbed her arm. My past twenty-four hours around that girl taught me that was a mistake. I didn't know if Rashaan was slower than Mikhail, or just caught off guard. Her slap resonated across the cafeteria. Before he could respond, she put a knee into his crotch, doubling him over. Multiply guys winced at the power of that nutting. Rashaan hissed like a punctured balloon and slowly slumped to the ground.Darius decided that was the indicator for the final showdown and settling of accounts. Kaelyne kicking a chair into his path was unexpected by both of us. Darius was far quicker on his feet than Rashaan. He was able to jump back before he could get clipped. The mob was so dependent on Darius for leadership that they froze up when his charge was truncated. Kaelyne had saved a whole lot of people a whole lot of pain.‘I'm done with you,' Taliyah sneered. ‘If you had wanted to be a real man, you would have fought Mikhail one on one, not like a pack of chicken shit jocks.' There was another hush and a 'no she didn't'.‘Brandy, get the fuck over here,' Darius glowered.‘I'm; I'm with Taliyah,' her voice wavered. ‘What you did was wrong. I thought you would be more of a man about this.'‘You'll pay for that,' he promised.‘Shut up. You are done. Brandy is with me now,' I challenged him. ‘I once offered you the opportunity to settle this like a man. You declined and now the whole school sees you for what you really are, a big, Black narcissist who doesn't care about anyone, but yourself.'There was a third pause in the murmuring.‘I don't think the football team knows what a narcissist is?' Kaelyne said in a low voice. Brandy let out a hysterical giggle.‘Samsonov!' the coach bellowed from across the room.‘Which one of us?' 'Alexander' shot back.‘Both of you,' he growled.‘No,' we said in unison.‘What?' he blustered. We were screwed no matter what we did.‘I need them to move some things in my class,' Ms. Blanchard spoke up from behind him. Alexander, the real Alexander, would have been so proud.‘Get some other boys,' Coach spun on her. She began to wilt.‘Coach Thomas,' a voice behind Ms. Blanchard emoted softly, ‘you are getting on my last damn nerve.'‘This ain't your school, Fonteneau,' he turned on Mom.‘My boy says you were one of the people that beat him up. I'm here to let the Principal know. On a personal level, I'm suing you and the school for what happened.'‘I didn't do nothing,' he groused.‘Funny, the only one who claims to have witnessed my son's beating is my son,' she purred like a Mamma Tiger stalking her prey. ‘I may be a Samsonov now, but I still have all that Fonteneau fortune to fight that court battle with. One more mishap for my other two boys, I'm going to have the best law firm in Little Rock crawl so far up your rectum that they know what you are going to eat before you bite into it.'‘I'm not afraid of you,' he puffed himself up.‘Really? None of these cases will take place in Davis County, Tobias (the coach). The previous school principal assaulted me, I have three sworn complaints against the Kingston PD filed with the Arkansas State Police, and a lawsuit pending against this school and the school board. A change of jurisdiction is a given. I'll be dragging you down to Little Rock to settle this mess.'‘You are lying,' he gulped.‘Test me,' Mom sizzled. I still couldn't see her over the crowd, but I knew those steely eyes were boring thru his soul. He might not have been guilty of beating up Alexander yet he was guilty of so much more that he was already rotten to the core. Everyone knew he had given his tacit approval for the beating of a student theoretically under his care.As an educator, he was sworn to better the lives of his charges, not use them for his own aggrandizement. No matter how entitled he felt he was, he knew the outside world wouldn't see it that way. Worse, he knew, deep down, he could have done so much better for his students. Sportsmanship, grades and fraternity were all his to dispense. Instead;‘Darius,' Coach Thomas called out. ‘You and I need to have a chat.'Darius turned his back on me and walked over to the Coach. Undoubtedly they were going to have a planning session. Alexander's fall had turned out to be a mixed blessing. Now the Sheriff's department had their eye on the place. Big Bob himself was chatting with the Principal and was inviting the man over for dinner. Big Bob was getting involved. It would take a few weeks before it became 'race-based harassment.‘Vlad,' Brandy hugged my left arm tightly. ‘Prince, how bad is this going to be?'That was unlooked for by multiple people. Two linemen retrieved Rashaan before the team made their departure.‘Brandy, take care of the Cheer Squad. If the team gets their hands on them, there is going to be some serious suffering. I'll be okay,' I smiled down at her.Taliyah gave me a thumbs-up before joining with Brandy. Mikhail told me later that she gave him a wink. After all, she knew that it was Alexander in the hospital, not her 'man' yet she had played her outrage so well. I'd almost been convinced. I was sure she'd made an impression on Rashaan; and Darius. They rounded up the Cheer Squad and the arguments and accusations began. The majority of their squad-mates didn't mind being BBC cum-sluts. That Taliyah and Brandy had broken the spell was seemingly impossible for them to grasp.As it turned out, with Taliyah giving Brandy some spine, Brandy was able to work her charismatic magic on the others to make them agree to a new program. Lunch 'workouts' were a thing of the past, as were after-scrimmage play times. From this point forward, the girls would be driving themselves to and from away-games, no more communal bus rides. To stress their point, Taliyah only had to point at Mikhail/Alexander's beating to show them how out of hand things had gotten.Darius' opening offensive had backfired in more than one way. I was sure he only saw this rebellion as a temporary thing he could soon correct. After all, he had blackmail material, his dominant mystique and his super-impressive BBC that would bring any woman to heel. His only concern was how much hell to put Brandy through before he disposed of her in one colossal gang-bang then dumping her mind-broken slut body on Big Bob's stoop. It was the 'asshole' thing to do.The rest of the day was still torturous. I developed several bruises and scrapes. Darius was still going with his full-court press to wear us down to the point we lashed out; suddenly there would be dozens of witnesses to our infraction. To add to our problems, Kaelyne also became a target of their aggression. I was as surprised as anyone when I learned she had been sent to the Vice Principal's office.Some muttonhead had grabbed her tit in the hallway between classes. She stabbed him in the face with a metal mechanical pencil while screaming 'rape' at the top of her lungs. This was not the 'Bad Ole Days'. Big Bob was keeping his eyes on the place and Principal Jean-Georges wasn't that 'Fat Old Bastard'. The 'assailant' had six inches and a hundred pounds on Kaelyne so the idea that she randomly attacked him was ludicrous.From what I heard, Big Bob was in a downright arctic mood too. Only later did Mom tell me she'd shown him the video of that first night at the lake; bukkake Brandy, Clarence getting some, and the general degradation handed out. Big Bob turned out to be Nothing like my Dad. Mom had to hold him back from going all 'redneck' on Darius and his crew. What did she offer?Revenge; at the hands of the Samsonov's. Dad could never find out. Big Bob was okay with that, bending the law to the point of breaking, covering up a crime and inventing evidence as needed to make sure that the crime would go unsolved, all those evils were absolved by the wickedness visited upon his daughter. Even then Mom had to promise an epic ass-whooping to keep him in line. 'How soon?' he had asked. Mom asked him if 'Alexander', Taliyah, Brandy and I could spend the night at his place Friday night after the game.‘No problem,' he grinned savagely.That afternoon we had to set some of Ms. Blanchard's students straight about how the wrong Samsonov had been beaten up and how Ms. Blanchard had a permanent escort to and from school for the foreseeable future. I had to admit, beating the crap out of the five of them felt good. Mikhail was positively euphoric. Big Bob had a reliable deputy hanging around the football team after school so that the Cheer Squad could go and come unmolested.Friday was more of the same, running the gauntlet between classes, dealing with collateral damage, Kaelyne was beaten up by some Black girls in the restroom, Vicky got more of the same when she tried to rescue her, and general crap at lunch. After lunch we were expecting a last, major push, some effort to remove us from the picture before the football game, leaving Brandy and Taliyah vulnerable far from home.It didn't work out that way. As lunch ended, the Brothers Samsonov, Kaelyne, (Vicky simply cut class) and the cheerleaders were all requested in the Principal's office. From there we were handed off to my Mom's tender loving care. See, she'd rented two luxurious vans for the team to be taken to the game, but we had to leave early to pick them up. Darius had fucked with the wrong Samsonov alright. Mom was a freaking psychic, or a satanic prophet.The game was the standard beat down. We won 30-14. Dad, currently off-duty, helped Mom shepherd the now horny cheerleaders off the field after the final play. I caught Darius glaring hate my way. He was counting on our inevitable defeat. What happened instead was indeed inevitable. Rattlesnakes that bit Mom, died. Killer whales turned away out of common courtesy shown to apex predators. Ten minutes alone in a room with my Mom had hardcore 'Lifers' calling their Mommas begging forgiveness; and I was assured that Theo was even scarier.After the game, we drove all the cheerleaders home, deposited the vans at our house, then Brandy, Taliyah, Mikhail and us went over to Big Bob's house. The girls grew sleepy, so Taliyah called her mother and told her she was spending the night at Brandy's. She didn't mention us being there. It was okay. The girls and Big Bob nodded off soon enough. Ground up sleeping pills in their drinks will do that.At nine o'clock, I woke up Big Bob from his recliner and suggested he go to bed. After he left, I erased the pre-recorded TiVo he'd unwittingly been watching, changed the clocks back to the real time, midnight, and then joined Mikhail on floor of Brandy's bedroom.‘Did you cut Big Bob's phone back on?' he asked. With the scope of the disaster we had enacted, he was bound to be called in.‘Yeah. Alibi established,' I yawned.My post-combat adrenaline rush was still keeping me awake. Twenty-three minutes later, Big Bob knocked on the door before coming in.‘Daddy?' Brandy rose up on her elbow and rubbed her eyes.‘Just checking up on you,' he scanned the room. ‘Taliyah, boys; ‘‘Is there a problem?' Brandy pouted.‘It seems there was a big fight at school and some boys got really hurt,' he shot Mikhail and me a curious look.‘Sorry we missed it,' Mikhail snorted.‘Vladimir, step outside and talk to me a second,' Big Bob motioned. I complied. It seemed prudent at the time. Once in the hall, he shut the door.‘This didn't have anything to do with you, or your brother, did it?'‘What happened when?' I tilted my head. Big Bob chuckled.‘Roughly nine o'clock tonight,' he grinned.‘As I recall, I went downstairs for a soda around nine, saw you asleep in your chair and suggested you go to bed,' I kept a straight face.‘I would have helped,' he whispered.‘With what, Sir?' I wondered. He looked at me steadily. Dad would have known something was up, seeking the truth was in his genetics. Big Bob; was as a diligent public servant who wove the delicate balance between law and order versus what was best for the public welfare. He just nodded, gave another chuckle then left.Over breakfast the next morning, Big Bob gave us the 411 on what had happened. Between nine o'clock and nine-ten last night, Darius and six other football players had been drinking in the parking lot after the bus ride back to school when two (maybe three) armed and armored assailants ambushed them. The attackers had been wielding big sticks/staves and proceeded to beat the seven students into unconsciousness.Darius had gotten the worst of it. Both of his knees were shattered. He was already being transferred from Davis Memorial Hospital to the one attached to the University of Arkansas Sports Medicine program. Even with that, the doctor at the hospital worried that the young athlete would ever walk again, much less run. Any hope of a career in football was gone. Even if he made a full recovery, it would take years. By that time; a college scholarship followed by some time in the NFL was a distant, impossible dream.My brother and I were immediate suspects except we had three witnesses to say we were otherwise occupied. The key one was Sheriff Big Bob Carson's himself. He recalled the time as well as what was on TV when I woke him up.Who else could it have been? Darius and the rest of Davis High's football team had spent all last season and the start of this season building up a huge roster of teams who hated their guts. Enough to hurt them? Darius' buddies had sidelined a fair number of student-athletes in their time. It could be drug related too. Darius' big brother was a known local drug figure.A peculiar aspect of the crime was that the security cameras around the crime scene had been knocked out with an air rifle while we were all at the game out of town, I had no idea that Kaelyne was that good a shot. There was no video evidence of the crime and, unless you believed in a massive conspiracy, it pretty much cleared the Samsonov's (Dad had been with us at the game and 'Mikhail' had been in the hospital; where people unknown/Darius had put him).Mom's alibi didn't start until she was seen by my Dad around 9:45 that night. She'd gone to visit 'Mikhail' at the hospital (he would be coming home this morning) then gone for a walk on the property. The Kingston PD had launched a raid on the house despite the crime not happening in their jurisdiction. They did illegally cross into county land, yet didn't find any incriminating evidence. Phineas Cobb the third had taken care of that for her.A five person (me, Mikhail, Mom, Kaelyne and Mr. Cobb) conspiracy had given Darius far more retribution than he could have possibly considered. Mom had insisted that we destroy his legs, thus ending his most potent weapon in the BBC arsenal, his status as a sports star. His dominant shadow would no longer cast itself on the halls of our school.Had he not put Alexander in the hospital;But he did. Threatening my brother's life had cost him his future. The most insidious part of Mom's plan was that whatever the Black community of Kingston thought, they would never be sure it was the Samsonov's behind it. We had never verbally threatened anybody over what happened to 'Mikhail/Alexander'.To believe we did it was to accept we had some sort of serious grievance. We did. Everyone knew we did yet they had denied the crime when it happened and were now trapped in that denial. In the investigation of the beating, the name 'Darius' had never come up. In fact, 'Mikhail/Alexander' hadn't named anyone, not even the coach. Mom had bluffed about that.Publically, if we had any issues to work out, it would have been with the coach and he was just fine, not a scratch on him.None of that stopped the Kingston PD from stepping up the pressure on the Samsonovs. It didn't stop the Mayor from calling in the State Police to take over the investigation. We weren't sure on what grounds it was being requested. After all, her talk with me about Darius had happened under circumstances she definitely didn't want to make public. Dad wasn't part of either investigation. Big Bob being our alibi didn't automatically exclude him.The outside investigators came by Bob's on Sunday to talk with him about it and he'd agreed on a concurrent investigation. The biggest question for the men (women actually) from Little Rock was why did anyone think it was 'Alexander' and I. What was our motive? Brandy had dumped Darius to be with me, so why would I want to punish him over that fact? Brandy hadn't been publically, or privately, threatened by him.'Alexander' and I? We Samsonov boys were good kids, making good grades with no recorded history of violence of any kind, neither in Arkansas, or Alaska. I hadn't liked Darius, but that hardly made me, or 'Alexander', unique. Most of the White student body hated his guts, after the fact. The showdown last Thursday? The only one who committed violence was the mayor's daughter on her former boyfriend; who wasn't among those hospitalized.Rashaan had been saved punishment because his teammates so shamed on the bus ride back to Davis High. he'd left early. Had he been wise, he would have thanked Taliyah for that accident of fate. On the plus side for that cocksucker, he was now the head of the football team as well as its star player.The two showdowns in Ms. Blanchard's class? Those students would have to explain why it had happened, thus what they had been up to over the past few years. That was sexual assault, rape and blackmail and taking that wrap to avenge Darius wasn't in them. The beating up of the kids around Shaquille? Precisely what had those seven been up to jumping our basketball teammate anyway?The carnage on the basketball court? That would imply one of the player confessing to stomping on Kaja. Both the team and the Assistant Coach were opposed to that exposure. No, it was the very erosion of trust that infected the BBC culture. Darius had gone from the Crown Prince to a 'what might have been' overnight. His former cronies felt zero loyalty to him anymore. Darius Pope had lost his luster. He was yesterday's news in the high school halls.At this point in the inquiry had the Kingston elders admitted to the outsiders Darius was a scumbag, abusing women and men for his own selfish ends, a blackmailer and bully, the investigation might have gained traction. But they didn't. He was their flawless native son, utterly without fault. That led the investigation away from us. It turned out that other teams Did have a motive for hurting the football team in general, not just Darius. The coach had to admit to that, there was video evidence of his team's barbaric behavior.The whole team were bastards on the field, half a dozen opposing coaches claimed as much and were vocally happy that such misfortune had befallen the evildoers of Davis High, karmic payback for their unsportsmanlike behavior. Did they know who the two (or three) 'agents of karma' had been? No idea. By that time, we had other worries. When the weekend was over it would be time to return to school, for all five of us.{Not like any other Monday}Monday, school life was adrift in the chaos left by Darius' abrupt departure. There was no clear successor, yet there were several contenders eager for the spot. None of them were White, but considering the school's racial makeup, it wasn't too surprising. There was also a sullen resentment against us, tempered by fear. It didn't take a first place winner at a school science fair for the students to figure out what had really happened.Darius had put Alexander/Mikhail in the hospital and now he and six of his closest confederates were in various states of serious disrepair. Everyone knew that Darius wasn't going to be carrying any footballs this season, or maybe ever again. He had crossed the unspoken line between harassment and serious damage. Sure, the Black student body had participated in those punches, pokes and slurs.Punishing 'Mikhail' had initially appeared to be justified; I had purloined Brandy and had gotten what I deserved for daring to dare. It had never occurred to anyone the meaner dogs in the fight weren't Darius Pope and his boys. Clearly, Darius had raised the level of 'acceptable' violence and they had blindly accepted his choice.Monday morning, Darius was no longer among them and the whole school society was experiencing 'continental drift'. Even teachers were uncertain what to make of us. Only Ms. Blanchard looked openly relieved that today was no longer more of the same. We found that out right before we had another school communion under the tutelage of Principal Dr. Pierre O'Rourke Jean-Georges.It was another exposition of what was wrong with this world and how he could fix it. The African-American Male Stereotype (aka the Football Team) had begotten violence from the entrenched White Establishment (even though there were no suspects, white or black, charged in the incident) in a never-ending cycle of brutality and suffering. The world would soon see the advent of the Brown Man ending the tyranny of White European cultural imperialism; not thru conflict, but thru the colored people's inherent spiritual superiority. Huh?‘I think we po' White folk done been insulted,' Vicky whispered to our small group. She had spunk. She was also Kaelyne's best friend, which would be of more importance later today.‘Why doesn't he rail against patriarchal tyranny?' Kaelyne added.‘Because he's a man?' I offered.‘Exactly,' she hissed.‘If there is so much White tyranny going on,' Alexander coughed, ‘why am I in so much pain?'‘Because you don't know how to dodge, you knucklehead,' Mikhail smirked. Dr. Pierre let his imperious gaze fall upon us, so we quieted. The rest was more of the same. We were idiots for solving problems with our fists and cocks; blah, blah, blah. What were we supposed to be? Men with pussies? The Student Body was left largely in the dark about our fates, though it did take him an hour to lead us there.Shaquille was at our lunch table once more, as was his girlfriend, Monique, and our teammate Kaja. That was comforting in more ways than one. Whatever had happened, they weren't ashamed, or afraid, to be seen with us. They didn't ask, so we didn't have to lie. We talked about upcoming tests, basketball practice and perhaps doing something this weekend. It was almost as if we were living in the 'new' normal.A few cheerleaders slipped away from Brandy and Taliyah that day. It wasn't like the BBC had lost its magic. Addicts remained addicts, that cock was too good to pass up and once a girl had the taste; they couldn't turn it down when offered. Mom's answer was a fuck-fest; which was an idea we three boys balked at. That was when Mom had her first glimpse that Mikhail had a problem of the heart.Only after she had pulled me aside for a chat/interrogation did she realize her own stupid mistake. Yes, Mom confessed to making an error in judgement. She'd realized that Taliyah was wild-spirited while not taking into consideration was exactly the type of woman my brother needed. That is what she said, 'needed'. That was so scary that I contemplated going behind Mom's back to warn Mikhail, almost.I had been a good boy Friday night and criminal goings on had kept us apart Saturday and Sunday, so by Monday, Brandy was about to bust a gut. Taliyah had her own bonfire burning behind her eyes, even while she exhibited more self-control. Kaelyne and Vicky staying after school, trying to weasel in a ride, was a bit unlooked for.‘I thought we could hang out together,' Kaelyne beamed. Vicky was not-so secretly amused. I repeat; she and Kaelyne were best friends.‘No!' snapped Brandy. Everyone was looking at her. ‘I mean, we really need to do some studying. Really bad; ‘‘I can help,' Kaelyne refused to be dissuaded.‘Not with this, you can't,' I muttered to myself. But I couldn't come up with a viable excuse to deny her, considering her rallying to our cause last week. ‘Sure,' I said in a louder voice. Brandy shot me a desperate visual appeal.‘Taliyah, are you and Brandy still planning to spend the night to help us with that project?' Mikhail intervened.‘Well; maybe,' Taliyah smirked. ‘Brandy?'‘Hell yes,' she glared at Kaelyne.‘Then we are all agreed,' Kaelyne grinned. Off we went, packed in like sardines. Alexander had gone home with Ms. Blanchard. That still left us with Brandy, Taliyah, Kaja, Mikhail, Kaelyne, Vicky and me in a four person Shelby Mustang.I dropped Kaja off first, as always. The trip home was more suspenseful than eventful. Victoria was unashamedly upbeat while Kaelyne was terribly high-strung. How she could miss the romantic situation between Brandy and I was a mystery. Only after homework, when we were getting ready for our workout and Mom got home, did any of it make sense. Instead of appearing as the majesty she normally projected to outsiders, she sneaked up on us all. She really was the Wicked Witch of the Ozarks! She must have been standing there for five minutes before she made her presence known by noisily clearing her throat.‘Brandy,' Mom stated with authority.‘Yes Ma'am,' she meekly responded.‘It is good to see you today. You too, Ms. Malik. Kaelyne and Victoria, it is nice to see you coming over as well. I hope my sons are making you feel welcome.'‘Hello,' Victoria and Kaelyne chorused. Taliyah settled for a wave.‘Kaelyne,' Mom nodded, ‘why don't you come with me and get some drink for the company?'‘Me?'‘Unless you know of another girl in the county named Kaelyne?' Mom mused.Brandy was relieved she wasn't the one being led away. She was still jittery.‘She doesn't look all that scary,' Vicky said in a low voice.‘Wait until she threatens you with physical violence,' Taliyah snorted.‘My Mom says she's psychotic. She cracked up years ago, along with her twin brother, Thomas, and they had to leave town,' Victoria informed us.‘It is Theo,' Alexander corrected her. ‘Her brother is called Theo, and from what I've been told, it was Kingston that drove her out.'‘What happened?' she pressed.‘Their Uncle Theo put my Uncle Leon into a coma he hasn't woken up from,' Taliyah grumbled. ‘This whole family is nuts.'‘You will pay for that,' Mikhail leered.‘Hardly,' she leered right back.‘Am I missing something?' Vicky looked to Alexander.‘He's always picks on her and she always slaps him,' Alexander shrugged. ‘Make of that what you will.'‘Don't you have some place you need to be, geek?' Taliyah menaced Victoria.‘No. Homework is done and I don't normally eat dinner until eight,' she answered blithely.‘Alexander, why don't you drive Vicky and Kaelyne home?' Brandy asked.‘Because he's convalescing,' Mikhail chortled.{Meanwhile, in the kitchen}‘So,' Mom said, ‘how long have you known you are a lesbian?'‘Wha, what?' Kaelyne stammered. ‘I'm not; ‘‘Me and my family don't mind, Kaelyne,' Mom smiled. ‘We aren't going to 'out' you, or going to stop liking you. I asked a simple question and expect an honest answer. Homosexuality is fine; lying is a deadly sin.'‘Umm; ah; a while.'‘See, that wasn't so hard. You like Taliyah, don't you?'‘I; uh; what makes; I; ‘‘Kaelyne, I trust you implicitly and would never steer you wrong. If you want to get close to Taliyah, all you need to do is ask Vlad. He likes you and considers you a friend,' Mom explained. ‘He's not going to hold asking him against you.'‘What about Mikhail? Aren't they; ‘‘Since you don't seem to have figured it out yet, let me tell you, Mikhail is difficult and not terribly helpful in matters of the heart,' Gayle chucked. ‘Vlad is the reasonable one, Taliyah likes him and he can use Brandy as a buffer.'‘What about what Taliyah wants?' Kaelyne protested.‘Do you care?'‘Yes; yes, I want her to be happy.'‘Good for you. I'm glad you've befriended my boys. That's a very brave thing to do and I appreciate it.'‘You are welcome.'‘So, ask him,' Mom finished getting out enough bottled water for the group of us.‘I don't want to put Vlad in a bind,' Kaelyne protested.‘Listen Kaelyne, losers moan about what they should have done. Winners risk and, win or lose, don't regret trying,' Mom lectured. ‘Do you want to graduate and leave this burgh wondering what might have been?'‘I; what happens if; it could be a disaster,' Kaelyne mumbled.‘You may not have a better chance than right now. Pull Vlad aside and open up to him. I guarantee things won't be any worse.'‘Okay. I'll think about it,' Kaelyne moped.‘Fair enough,' Mom shrugged. ‘With all this estrogen in the air, I feel like getting naked.'‘What?' Kaelyne gasped. Yep, Dad was in for a busy night. They came back in silence.{Outside once more}The rest of the workout went as planned. We finished with a wrestling bout between Mikhail and me. Taliyah and Brandy cheered me on so Vicky decided to speak up for my younger brother. I won two out of three falls after some serious effort only to have Alexander critique our efforts after the fact. Mom had come and gone. Kaelyne was pensive.‘Shower time,' Mikhail groaned.‘Finally,' Brandy sounded exasperated.‘Vlad, can I talk to you for a moment?' Kaelyne mumbled. Brandy stomped her foot in frustration when I complied.‘Yes?' I said after I'd pulled her aside.‘You and Brandy are; ‘‘What? Having sex?' I suggested.‘In love,' she looked down at her feet.‘Why would you want to know?'‘No reason,' she lied.‘We are into one another, not making wedding plans,' I patted Kaelyne on the shoulder. ‘It is sex. I'd like to think it is good sex. Is there a problem? Is his about us, you and me?' She shook her head. ‘I really like you,' I continued, ‘I don't want to think I've been leading you along.'‘That's not it,' she whispered.‘What is it then?'‘I like Taliyah,' she blurted out. The fear of humiliation in her eyes was palatable to me.‘Like as in you would like to spend time with her, like?' I asked. She remained staring at me, terribly hopeless. ‘Oh; you really like her. Oh, okay. Do you want to me to ask her how she feels about you?'‘I; I don't know,' she wailed. ‘The school isn't exactly 'gay-friendly'.'‘Do you believe that I'm your friend?'‘Yes.'‘Then don't worry. I've got this covered,' I assured her. Kaelyne took a deep breath, slowly let it out then hugged me. I could feel Brandy's lust-fueled anger being sent Kaelyne's way. I gave my buddy a comforting pat on the back.‘Brandy, can I talk to you a moment?' I said as I walked over to her. She was very uncertain and confused, so I kissed her. She burned me up with her full-body press in response.‘What is it?' she worried.‘You make me so happy. I don't think I tell you that enough.'I could feel Brandy's body relaxing against min
