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Estelle's Training.Based on a post by ron de, in 5 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Connected.“I feel a wetness.”Estelle sighed as my fingertip again stroked between her puffy outer lips.“Yes, it is because you are arousing my passions. The flow will increase as I become more excited. It is so to ease the passage of your cock when that time comes.”I confess I was ready for that time to come at that moment, but refrained from acting upon that urge. Instead, I continued my examination of Estelle’s cunny, for having never seen one, I was very curious.I parted her lips and saw inside another pair of lips. They were much more slender and were an exciting series of ripples that originated at the soft fold of skin at the top of her cunny, the same soft fold I had touched before. As my fingertip traced between those ripples, they seemed to grasp and flow around it. Estelle would also make a tiny little mewing sound with each touch.As Estelle had predicted, I soon saw a small amount of her slippery/sticky fluid flow from between the lips I stroked. She moaned then, and reached for my hand.“One finger now; inside my portal; and move it in and out.”I was not certain where such a portal might be located, but reasoned the fluid must originate from that spot. Slowly I moved my fingertip down, probing gently as I did so, until it slipped into a spot that seemed to mold itself around the finger. As I began moving that finger in and out as Estelle had instructed, her hips rocked and she moaned again.“Yes, Johnathan; that is the way. You stir my fires as they have not been stirred in some time. Pray add another finger to the one that gives me so much pleasure.”The second finger was a snug fit and I was somewhat concerned about injuring Estelle. I inserted it slowly, and when it joined the first in her warm, wet depths, began stroking both in and out. Estelle rocked her hips again, then began lifting her body into each push of my hand.I felt Estelle’s hand on my thigh and looked down. As I watched, she slipped her slender fingers up my thigh and then grasped my rigid cock and began stroking its length. To say that was pleasant would be to say a downpour is slightly damp. My mind was nearly carried away with the sensations she caused with her soft fingers. I knew what was to come soon, and wished she would instruct me to plunge my cock inside her lest I spill my seed on her hand.She stroked me at the same pace as I moved my fingers in and out of her cunny for a while, then pulled on my stiff cock.“Put your cock in my cunny now and move it as you do your fingers.”Estelle opened her thighs wide as I knelt between them, and pulled at my cock to guide it to the opening. Once she found the place with my swollen cock, she pulled on it again. I, in turn, pushed in.The feeling of my cock slipping into her slippery warmth was indescribable. Estelle pulled at my hips to push it deeper inside her, and kept pulling until I felt my sack touching the cleft between her hips. She gasped when the base of my cock spread her lips and flattened them against her body, then sighed when I began stroking.“Ah; it has been so long I am nearly at my end already.”I was not certain what she meant, but continued to stroke my cock in and out. After only a few moments, I felt my sack tighten and the now familiar feeling that meant I would spew my seed. Knowing the inevitable outcome, I attempted to pull out of her clasping depths that my seed would not be squirted inside her. Estelle gasped, “No; inside me” and then began rocking her hips wildly.Controlling my actions then became an impossibility, for her gyrations had rendered any such attempt useless. Moments later, I felt the first spurt erupt from my cock when it was at its deepest penetration of her cunny.Estelle cried out then, and arched her back. My second spurt splashed inside her as she arched higher and then began such a quaking and rocking it was difficult to keep my cock inside her. I did manage in spite of all her motions. With a groan, I thrust my cock deep and shot the last spurt as she cried out and then fell back to the bed.Estelle wrapped her legs over my back then and held my cock inside her. She sighed and stroked my back.“Hmm; this first lesson was quite satisfying. You are an apt apprentice.”“I only did as you instructed.”“Yes, but you did so with the great vigor I enjoy. I believe I will have to give you another lesson shortly.”And so Estelle did that night, two more lessons actually. For the second, she taught me of the ways to increase her passion by the rubbing of what she called her pearl. Once she had released me from the entrapment of her legs, I found that nub of flesh had come out from under a little fold of skin at the top of her cunny lips. It was very pink and very stiff, and when I touched it, Estelle nearly jumped into the air.“Oh, yes; gently now, but continue and I will soon want to be skewered on your wonderful cock again.”The skewering did happen after a while, and Estelle proved to be even more active in her body movements. As I had already spent once, I was able to restrain myself, and continued to stroke my cock in and out of her swollen cunny lips until she cried out loudly and heaved herself up off the bed. The shaking of her body then was more than I could bear. My cock splattered her clasping passage with more of my seed.The third lesson was the same, except the duration was longer. I attributed this to the partial sating of Estelle’s desire and to the fact I had spent most of the seed my body had stored. Still, the ending was every bit as wonderful as the first two, and left me gasping for breath as Estelle pulled me down on top of her. I felt her teats press into my chest as she held me tight. After a few moments, she chuckled.“I do believe you have a talent for this work.”I also chuckled.“It was not work, Ma'am. Nothing so enjoyable could be called work.”Estelle stroked my back.“Be that as it may, you have learned your skills well. Were the hour not late and were I not satisfied for the moment, we would have yet another lesson. I shall leave you for my own bed for now, but we shall continue our lessons when my husband is again away. Do not forget what you have learned tonight.”Estelle then rose from my bed and clasped her hand over her cunny. She chuckled and remarked the next time she would bring a cloth to stop the flow of our juices from her body, then left my bedchamber for her own. I slipped under the blanket and thought of my new teaching.I was still somewhat fearful of her husband discovering the truth, but then realized Estelle had as much to fear as did I. Her husband would surely cast out both her and I were he to know of our coupling. That understanding caused my fears of discovery to wane, and I fell asleep knowing I would welcome any lessons she desired to teach me.Still, I was apprehensive for the next two days, but found my fears to be unfounded. Estelle greeted her husband upon his return with a kiss and an embrace, and fixed us a special dinner that evening. Though I watched carefully from the corners of my eyes, she did not so much as look at me through the course of the meal.;Master Eaton did inquire as to my progress with the manufacture of Estelle’s new lantern and I showed him the various pieces I had shaped and filed. He was pleased and suggested I might make various piercings on the sides that the lantern would cast a pleasing pattern of light upon any surface near it when lit.There were several patterns for such piercings in the shop, but when I examined them, I found them not to my liking. Instead, I drew a new pattern of piercings that pleased me. Upon showing them to Master Eaton, he remarked they were unique and fit for the lantern of his wife. I set about using a sharp punch to make the series of small holes of the design in the four sides of the lantern above the openings for the glass panels.;Our business began to increase with the cool breezes and shorter days of autumn. The women of the village required new pans for baking of the usual holiday treats, and the waning daylight forced the use of lanterns even in the early evening. Master Eaton and I were busy in the shop from early light to dusk in fashioning these items. As a result, our supply of tin plate quickly required replacing.I had thought to go with him to the mill for I had never done so, but at the last market, all the pastry cutters we had were purchased and still the women wished for more. He instructed me to stay in the shop and make as many as possible for the next market day.I was happy with this decision for two reasons. I had the week prior to the market day fashioned a few cutters in the shape of the fir tree that would decorate each home during the Christmas season, and they were quickly sold for a price twice that for the normal round, oval, or star shaped cutters. They were simple to manufacture and required little more time than the other shapes, and it pleased me to know the women of the village wanted more.The other reason I was happy was that the mill was a day’s travel by wagon. Master Eaton would leave at first light, drive throughout the day, and then purchase the new stock of tin plate late in the afternoon. The next morning, he would begin the journey home and arrive in the village as the sun was setting. I would have almost two days and one night for more of Estelle’s lessons.True to my wishes, Master Eaton had only just climbed into the wagon seat and clucked to the horse when Estelle came into the workshop.“How is my apprentice this fine day?”“I am doing well, Ma'am. I would hope you are the same.”Estelle sighed, but then smiled.“I am not, though I believe there to be a cure.”I was certain I knew what that cure might be, and smiled.“Would I be able to assist with that remedy?”“Oh, most certainly you can. It is a remedy I have not yet taught you. It may require much practice before the remedy is effective.”In my admittedly limited knowledge, I believed I understood the normal means of effecting that which Estelle desired. I was at a loss as to what she was saying.“Is there not but one remedy?”Estelle giggled.“Johnathan, you have much to learn. There are many remedies, all similar, but all different in some ways. Come. I shall teach you of two that please me greatly.”Once in my bedchamber, Estelle lost no time in removing her clothing. As her loose, long legged under-trowsers fell from her hips and then to the floor, she chuckled.“The remedy requires you to be without clothing. I cannot teach you if you remain as you are. Surely you are not embarrassed after our earlier lessons.”I was not embarrassed. I was only watching Estelle’s breasts wobble about as she removed her clothing and thinking of how they had felt in my hands. I quickly pulled off my shirt, stepped out of my boots, and then unfastened my trousers. My cock bobbed in the air when I stepped from them, and Estelle chuckled again.“I think my apprentice is ready for the next lesson, for your cock stands at the ready. We shall begin by easing your desires a bit, for I see already a droplet of your essence. That and the flood that will follow cannot enter me this day or I shall quite likely become with child. Do not be sad. There is another way, a way I believe you will greatly enjoy.”With that confusing statement, Estelle took me by the hand and bade me lie upon my bed. She sat down on the edge, then grasped my rigid cock and smiled.“On such days as this, a proper woman would do thusly.”I watched, spellbound, as Estelle lowered her face to my cock, opened her mouth, and engulfed the swollen head. She sucked at it gently and then I felt her warm, wet tongue licking the underside. Estelle giggled when I groaned.“Is this not as I said? I believe you do enjoy my new method.”She licked all around the darker head and caused me to groan.“Yes, it is quite wonderful.”“I quite enjoy my method as well. Perhaps you will find this as pleasant.”Estelle slowly lowered her mouth over my cock head and then down my shaft. I felt gentle suction when her cheeks moved inward and then the sensation of my cock head touching the back of her throat. My hips lurched upwards of their own accord, and only because of her small hand with which Estelle gripped my shaft did it not plunge deeper.Estelle giggled around her mouthful of my cock and then slowly pulled her lips back up the length. When she reached the rim of my cock head, she sucked a bit harder and swirled her tongue over the tip. My hips lurched again.Estelle’s mouth pulled off my cock head with a little smack, and she looked up at me.“Shall I continue?”My hips lurched again because she was slowly stroking my shaft. The feeling was much more arousing than when I did the same.“As you said, your new methods might require practice to perfect, though I think you have already perfected this one.”Estelle giggled and then circled my cock head with her wet mouth. I felt her hand stroking my shaft as she bobbed her head up and down, and then her other hand fondling my sack.At that time in my life, not much manipulation was required to bring me to my end, and that end was fast approaching. Estelle’s stroking hands and her sucking mouth caused my sack to draw up, and I knew that meant I would spend. I attempted to warn her but she took no heed.“Estelle, I cannot stop myself.”She only ceased her sucking and looked at my face.“Then do not. I shall enjoy what is to come.”She resumed her stroking and sucking then, and I felt the end approaching. When I groaned again, Estelle thrust her sucking lips down my shaft until they met her hand and then pulled them back up. She did this rapidly several times before my loins exploded with the release of seed. As the first spurt left my throbbing cock, Estelle swallowed and then continued to swallow. The sensation of her throat closing on my cock head made me groan again as the second, then third and fourth spurt spewed from my body.I was shaking somewhat when I eased my thrusting hips back to the bed. Estelle sucked as she lifted her lips from my cock. After that same smacking sound as her lips formed around my cock head and then released it, she used her thumb and fingers to strip up my length. She caught the resulting drops on her tongue, slipped that tongue into her mouth and then swallowed again.“Umm; .I do love the taste of a man and his seed. We shall do this again presently, though you must learn another lesson first. As I enjoy your taste, you must learn to enjoy mine.”Estelle lay down beside me then and pulled my hand to her breast.“Do as you did for our first lesson. Stroke my pillows and then my cunny. Once I am flowing with passion, I will teach you of what I speak.”I am somewhat proud of the fact that flowing was not long in coming, for this was only my second attempt at applying the skills I had learned. Estelle’s teats quickly rose long and taut under my tongue and lips, and shortly after I touched her rippled inner lips, I felt the slippery juices begin to flow.Estelle was breathing faster, and it was seemingly with difficulty she stopped her little moans in order to speak.“Oh, yes; you; you have caused the flow. Now, my able apprentice, kneel between my legs as before, but; oh; do not enter my cunny with your cock.”“What am I to do then?”“Use your tongue to lick my folds and my pearl.”To think of doing so was both fearful and exciting. I had witnessed the dogs on the estate doing the same, but had never given thought that people might do such a thing. Estelle seemed to want this, so I put my fears aside and knelt between her spread thighs.The hair on her lips glistened with her wetness, and as I had already separated the strands that my fingers might enter her, her swollen lips were visible and a little open. A scent came to my nose as I lowered my face to those lips, a scent I had never smelt before and a scent that made my already stiffening cock twitch. Tentatively I touched those swollen lips with the tip of my tongue.Estelle’s juices were surprisingly pleasant to taste and I wasted no time in licking the length of her lips on the outside. She moaned and adjusted her position to open herself a little more.“All around the outside and then between”, she sighed.It was with increasing pleasure I did as she asked. I found her outer lips to be very soft and a little puffy feeling. The slender lips hidden inside were even softer and rippled into folds. Both excited me greatly both for the wonderful texture as well as her musky and slightly tart taste.As I lapped away, Estelle seemed to flow from time to time. I would feel a slight lifting of her hips, and if I let my tongue move down, I was rewarded by the taste of her fresh juices.“My pearl now”, she murmured between moans and gasps.What I had seen as a small hidden button was now swollen stiff. At the first touch of my tongue, Estelle gasped and lifted her body into my face.“Oh, yes; do not stop.”I did not stop, for by that time, I had realized if I continued, Estelle would reach her end. Making her do so would give me great pleasure, I thought, even though I could not sheath my cock in her tight cunny. I licked the stiff little button until Estelle was beginning to thrash about on my bed.From my higher position now, I could look over the crinkled hairs on her mound and see Estelle’s face. Her face was to the side and her mouth was open because she was panting. From time to time, she could close her mouth and then lick her lips, then resume her panting breaths. I thought the sight quite a beautiful one.My tongue happened to slip from the turgid tip and instead stroked the side. Estelle moaned and her body tensed. Reasoning that several types of licking might be better for her than only the one, I began sliding my tongue on each side, then the top, and then back to the tip. Estelle began lifting her hips regularly, just as she had done when she reached her end before. A moment later I felt her hands on my head.“Oh, Johnathan; I am nearly there. Suckle at my pearl and I shall reach that end.”Though her pearl was small, I was able to seal my lips around it, and I then began to suckle. The effect upon Estelle was quite remarkable. She began to rise slowly by arching her back, and I felt her entire body grow tense. A few moments later, she gasped and her body rose even more. A small cry followed this rise, and then I was forced to hold on to her hips because of the rapid rocking my efforts had caused. A louder cry slipped from her throat and she pressed my face tight into her cunny. I felt her pearl begin moving in and out, and suckled with more force to keep it between my lips.Estelle suddenly cried out loudly, her cunny jerked up into my face several times, and I felt her thighs squeeze my head tightly. After one last lurch upwards, Estelle sighed and eased back down u

BetrayalIn 7 parts, based on the posts by senorlongo. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novel. Hosi ordered the village searched. Almost a hundred bows and their arrows were found in one of the houses. Now we had an army, but we still had to be careful. We had taken out eight of their group, but even a half dozen men with assault rifles could do a lot of damage, even kill half the tribe.Our next stop was Hosi's old house. I had many happy memories there. We peeked in the rear window; I was reminded of the time we had eavesdropped behind Reta's house, learning of her plot to kill the queen and take over the tribe. This time we looked in to see all the men—all except Jacob…the rat! I couldn't wait until I ran into him. There were three which seemed like a lot until I looked at Scott and Kevin. Both had been beaten. Rini almost gasped, but her warrior training and discipline prevailed. I could see the hatred in her eyes. She'd skin these men alive given the chance. Now we had plenty of bows and arrows. Hosi called her troops together.There were two windows and an open doorway, but one of the guards sat in a chair just inside the door, hidden behind the fireplace. It would be almost impossible to get to him unless…. I could see the wheels turning in Hosi's head. She dispatched three warriors, all with spears. They snuck down three houses, keeping low then they turned left and crossed the narrow lane. Behind the facing houses they retraced their steps until they were behind my old house just across the street. Now they spread out, one on each side and one headed through the house for the doorway. I heard a brief whistle, more a bird call than anything else. Hosi and Rini took their aim from the rear window and fired just as Hosi yelled, “Now!”The spear women leaped forward and threw. One struck the guard in the chest, the others in his abdomen. Hosi's aim was true, but Rini was off, her arrow striking only the guard's shoulder. In a second she was through the window and on top of the hapless guard. She punched him repeatedly, paying back the injuries they had given, until Hosi stopped her. He was bound and gagged while Rini ran to Scott. She cradled his head in her arms, pulling him to her breasts. She leaned down to her stricken lover, kissing him repeatedly.It was now approaching 5:00 a.m. and time was drawing short. We had to act while we had the advantage of surprise and darkness. Hosi left a contingent of warriors to guard and tend to the men's wounds. She sent one hundred to scour the village in search of any of the intruders that we had missed. Another hundred accompanied us back to the palace where the majority of the tribe was held.Hosi split her forces. Twenty were sent to the rear. They were to check the back of the palace for any stray guards, although we thought they would stay with their prisoners until daylight, at least. My biggest question was, “WHY?” What was this all about? All I could think about was that there was money—serious money—at the root of all this. But how…what? As a geologist I knew that there were no significant quantities of precious gems or minerals in the area so that clearly wasn't it. It appeared that few if any of the tribeswomen had been injured or killed. How did that figure into this?We were sneaking past the baths when I told Hosi I was staying for a while. “Kind of a funny time for a bath, David.”“No, I need some time to think. Besides, you won't need me at the palace. I'll just be in the way. I'm trying to figure out what this whole thing is all about.” Hosi kissed me and left a small contingent of warriors to safeguard me. I recognized all of them—they were all fierce competent fighters. I sat on a limestone bench, dropping my feet into the cool water. I cleared my head of all other thoughts. I knew that Hosi would be safe and my children were probably at the forges by now, well out of the conflict. I tried to put all the pieces together—ambush in the jungle, but nobody actually hurt or killed, invasion with automatic weapons, but nobody hurt or killed, tribe kept tied up under guard, but again nobody hurt. Why would they want to do this? Why would they want all the women in prime condition? OH NO! It hit me like a brick. I could think of only one reason for this and there would be a ton of money involved. Plus, unless I was mistaken we would soon have a lot more visitors. And now I knew where.I pulled my feet from the bath and walked out into the night. “Any word yet from Hosi?” They shook their heads. We were joined by those who had searched the village and started our walk to the palace. I stopped them for a second, told them of my concerns, and asked a contingent to head to the falls. That area had to be secured. It wasn't the only way to get all the tribeswomen out of here, but it was the fastest and safest.We were almost a hundred yards from the palace when I heard shouting and several shots. I prayed Hosi would be OK. We ran to the site and met an invader running in our direction. He met more arrows and spears than I cared to count. I ran to the palace searching for Hosi. I found her—thank God—supervising the release of the prisoners. Four guards lay dead on the floor and three Amazon prisoners were being treated for bullet wounds. Fortunately, all appeared to be superficial.I pulled Hosi aside and held her. “Thank God you're safe. I think I know what this is all about. These men came here to collect you as slaves. That's why nobody was injured or killed. We can confirm it with that one you captured. If I'm right there will be one boat missing and we'll have lots more company in the morning.” Hosi detailed a group to continue releasing the prisoners while we walked quickly to her old house. The men were there relaxing. Rini was treating Scott under Dennis's orders. The captured attacker was ignored. “Let me deal with him, Hosi. I think a man will be more effective.” She nodded her consent as we walked in the door.I walked into the man and removed his gag. “Let me explain something to you. You are going to die, but how will be determined by what you tell me in the next minute. I can put a bullet in your brain or I can take you down to the Amazon, cut your arms, and watch while the piranha devour you alive. That's what we did with the last one who was condemned to death. I'll give you a few seconds to think.” I stood and returned to Hosi. We stood silently while the men looked on. Less than thirty seconds later I returned.“OK…all your friends are dead. The village is back under our control. Only a handful of women were injured. My wife, the Queen, killed five of your men by herself, so don't think that she'll have any mercy for you. Now…tell me why you are here. I already have an idea, but I want you to confirm it.”“Slaves, Senhor. We were going to sell the women and children to be slaves. There is a big market in the Middle East and Japan. Please don't feed me to the fish.”“How were you going to get the women out of here?”“Tomorrow…three big boats…more men. Jacob went to show them the way.” I patted him on the head and put a bullet into his brain. I turned to Hosi and explained what he had said. “We need to put warriors along the river bank with bows and spears. I suggest the men also go with your warriors. Between the two groups we will need to kill all their men. Later we can sink the boats, but we need to make sure there are no survivors. Even one could mean the end of everything we've worked for.”Hosi agreed with me and called the tribe together in the plaza. “We need to be ready. We will soon have new invaders. They will come by boat so here is what I want you to do….” I strung a second rope from the tree by the falls. Within the next hour hundreds of warriors went down, spreading themselves along the bank for more than half a mile. All the men also went, even Scott and Kevin with their injuries. We rested while a few sentries kept watch. I didn't think they would surprise us—the noise of the engines would alert us long before their arrival.Hosi rested her head in my lap and I rested mine on her hip. We fell asleep quickly. It was some hours later when I woke to the sound of distant engines. I woke Hosi; she was alert immediately. She whistled—that same bird call I had heard last night. I could see the warriors stretching and preparing themselves for the conflict ahead. All the men checked their rifles and spare magazines. Kevin smiled at me as I checked my pistol. I gave him a thumb's up and then we knelt, hidden by the vines and tall grass along the river bank.Our inflatable led three large motorized barges. They could hold the entire tribe in them easily. Jacob was at the helm with two others, both armed. Each of the barges had an additional six armed men. Hosi waited until the boats were almost at the falls before giving the preliminary signal—the first bird call whistle. I could see all the archers put arrow to the bowstring. At the second whistle the army stood as one and loosed their arrows.More archers above the falls rushed forward from hiding and shot. The men fired their rifles. The slavers dropped like flies. The two men in the inflatable were targeted first, however Jacob was left alone by design. Three men jumped into the bottom of the barges. They were assailed by spears and arrows from above. At the end of our line two women jumped into the river pulling a thin cord. They were the best swimmers in the tribe. When they reached the other side they pulled a heavy rope across the river, tying it securely to a large tree. Now the barges were stuck.The swimmers went back into the water, swimming to the last barge. They pulled themselves up and snuck along the rear deck. They gave a signal that showed there were no live attackers in the barge bottom. They crept to the small cabin, yanked open the door and ran in, overwhelming the unarmed pilot in seconds. They used their daggers to kill him quickly.They ran along the barge side where they were met by several dozen others equipped with their bows and arrows. They jumped to the middle barge. This one did contain several of the enemy. Again they dispatched the pilot so they could move to both sides of the barge and get the enemies in a cross fire. There looked to be about fifteen on each side and another four in the center. They rose quickly and fired killing two and seriously wounding the third. One of our warriors jumped down easily and killed him with her knife.They jumped to the first barge and again killed the pilot. Slowly they walked up the barge's sides toward the inflatable. When Jacob saw the dozen arrows aimed at his heart he raised his hands and surrendered. He would have been better off if he had tried to fire. Then he would have been cut down quickly. Now he was going to suffer.I pulled the inflatable into the hidden boat house; the barges were tied off to the bank. Planks ran from the shore to them. I walked up onto the nearest, noticing that there were well over a hundred ring-bolts welded to the floor. I climbed down, looked around and went back up. I walked into the cabin and then down to the engine room. There I found what I wanted—the cooling system for the engines ran on raw river water. There was a big intake port and another for the exhaust. These could be cut in order to sink the barge.The men's bodies were brought down and securely fastened to the rings that were intended for the Amazons. All the bodies were placed into the first barge. Jacob was also brought here and tied down spread-eagle. I leaned down to speak to him, “Jacob, if it was up to me I'd flay you—skin you alive, but don't worry--Hosi has something special for you.” I patted his cheek as he screamed. One of the Amazons came up and gagged him.We were totally unfamiliar with these barges so it took us quite a while to turn them around in the narrow river. When we reached the Amazon we let two barges drift down river. The third, the one with all the slavers was anchored in the middle of the river. Sean and I went down to the engine room with two axes. We chopped at the water pipes until the water flowed freely onto the deck. By the time we were done the water was already well over our ankles. We climbed up and into the barge. We stopped next to Jacob, “So long, asshole. Enjoy your swim. Say ‘Hi' to the nice fishies. All this blood should make them really hungry.”We retired to the inflatable while we watched as the barge slowly slipped beneath the water. It was the end to a long and difficult time for all of us. I could see the strain on Hosi's face. We returned to the falls. Wearily, we climbed the rope and returned to the palace. Everything was as it had been before the invasion. Our children were back home; Kela was running about with Scott's daughter, Sama. Our infant son lay in his tiny bed. The guards were all in place; they bowed when Hosi entered. She was about to mount her throne, but I stopped her. “Not now…not yet…I have something much more important to do with you right now.” Hosi smiled weakly, the strain of the past days wearing on her. She was a truly kind and considerate woman, a wonderful lover and wife.I led her by the hand to the baths. I stripped her and myself and proceeded to wash her wonderful, but exhausted body. I dried her and led her still naked back to the palace where I laid her on the bed. I crawled between her legs and inhaled deeply. Hosi's scent was nothing less than incredible; I loved her musky flavor. I placed my mouth over her cunt and sucked, causing Hosi to groan in ecstasy. I stuck my tongue into her tunnel as I watched Hosi writhe over the bed. I was about to suck her hard button into my mouth when she sat up and stopped me.“What's the matter? Don't you want to cum?”“Of course, I do, darling, but what about you? Don't I get a chance to take care of you?”“No—not tonight; you've been under tremendous stress the past few days. You need this…badly. You may be the Queen, but tonight you need to follow my orders, and I'm ordering you to lie back and enjoy everything I'm doing for you.”“Yes sir…you are the boss,” then she chuckled, “for tonight, anyway.”“OK, I admit you are the boss, but you know how much I love you and I need to help you feel better. I feel kind of guilty about Jacob.”Hosi sat up quickly, grasping me firmly by the chin. “I never want to hear you say anything like that again, David. You didn't encourage him to come here…WE did. Any time we do something like that we know we're taking a chance, just like the tribe took a chance capturing you and Dr. Sullivan. Luckily, it all worked out OK, but who was responsible for that? Who developed the plan to free me and our children? Who risked his life to do that? Who killed the first two guards making the whole idea possible?”“You know it was just a chance of fate that I wasn't in the village that day and I was lucky to see that something was amiss when we returned from the forges.”“Perhaps, but bring me that rope and tie my hands behind my back like they were.” I got the rope and tied her back up as tightly as she had been when I rescued her. “Even if you were here we would have still gotten away.” She strained the muscles in her arms and back and a minute later the rope parted. I couldn't believe that anyone could be so strong. “Probably eight out of ten tribeswomen could do that. Unfortunately, quite a few would have been killed. Your actions made it possible for us to save ourselves without losing any of the tribe. Now, as you said, I am the Queen and I am making a royal proclamation—You are responsible for saving at least fifty lives and you will be declared a hero of the tribe tomorrow. You should feel pride of your accomplishment, not shame or guilt. I will make that official tomorrow. Now, if you still wish, I will accept your services.”I looked at her for a second and began to giggle. It was contagious. She joined me in less than a minute and we began laughing like crazy. She pulled me up onto the bed, kissed me madly, and turned on top of my body to position the delicious pussy over my mouth. I could take the hint—she wanted to be pleasured, but she was going to take care of me, too. I couldn't argue with her logic.Licking her labia brought forth several lengthy moans, even as Hosi lowered her mouth over my hard cock. Her tongue was heavenly on my organ—her mouth was warm and moist as she sucked me deep into her throat. It would have been so nice—so relaxing—to lie there and allow Hosi to service me, but I owed her even more than she owed me. I attacked her pussy with renewed zeal. I pushed my tongue into her tunnel, savoring the taste, the muskiness of her juices as well as the velvet softness of her flesh. Even holding her hips with all my strength was useless. She writhed uncontrollably under my touch. I moved my mouth to her clit. It was hard, incredibly so, and extremely hot. My teeth were only a few millimeters apart when I sucked her clit between them. Her reaction was intense as she drove herself forcefully into my mouth. I sucked and nibbled for more than a minute until she shuddered and shook in a tremendous orgasmic spasm; it lasted for almost a minute before I relented. So commanding was her experience that she completely forgot about my penis in her mouth. She laid her head on my thigh as she recovered, my man-meat hanging loosely on her tongue until she found the strength to quickly bring me to an incredible orgasm. She sucked me strongly, rubbed my balls between her slender, but powerful, fingers as I blew repeatedly into her throat and stomach. She cleaned my cock, spun around swiftly, and nestled beside me, her head on my chest. I pulled up our blanket and we fell mercifully to a deep sleep.The sun was shining brightly when we woke. I took a quick look at Hosi and laughed. She had a drop of semen dried on her chin. I kissed her as I wiped it from her face. We rose, ate a leisurely breakfast, and left the palace stark naked for the baths and the communal toilets.We were back in the palace dried and dressed when Hosi turned to me, “David, I know I told you that you would never have to kneel before me, but when we go outside I want you to kneel. Will you do that for me…please?” She took my hand and led me toward the plaza. I was shocked to see the entire tribe gathered there. Hosi led me to a cushion and bade me to kneel before she turned to address the tribe, “We have just come through what was undoubtedly the greatest ordeal that our tribe has ever faced. It was brought about by a man who betrayed our trust in him. It would be easy to blame all men—any man—but we know better, don't we? Recently, we had a situation where the tribe was endangered by one of our own who killed our beloved queen and tried to take over the tribe by killing me and enslaving my mate. There are good…and bad…among both women and men. Fortunately, we have the very best of both.“I know I don't have to describe the many good deeds of Dennis or Scott, or of Kevin. Sean has worked tirelessly to bring us a new and stronger metal—iron—to use in our weapons and tools. Adam and the others have helped build fences for our livestock and expand our chicken coops. All our men have contributed mightily to the tribe and, let us not forget all the successful mating that has occurred although I see that many of you enjoy the practicing a bit too much.” I heard the open laughter ripple through the tribe, but I still had no idea where all this was going.“Now, I want to ask you…how many of you could have broken the ropes that tied your wrists?” I was astonished that almost all the tribeswomen raised their hands. “See, David,” she said turning to me, “I told you.” Returning to the tribe she continued, “There is no doubt that we could have rushed and overpowered the guards, but…at what cost? How many of our tribe would have perished…fifty…a hundred…more? I have spoken at length with Misa. She told me that she and her sister were occupied with Sean and that only David recognized immediately that there was a problem. She told me that David developed the plan to free me at risk of his own life. I know that he singlehandedly killed the first two guards—the action that enabled me—and you—to free ourselves. I credit my mate, Dr. David Schneider, with saving at least one hundred lives. Therefore, I have decided to name my son, the first boy ever born to a Queen of our tribe, Davy in his honor. Additionally, I proclaim him to be a hero of the tribe. What say you?”I knelt there all this time, never realizing what an orator Hosi could be. Now I was even more amazed as I listened to the tribe chant—“David…David…David,” until Hosi silenced them. She produced a small crown woven of vines and flowers which she placed on my head. “David, you have shown yourself to be an excellent mate and your dedication to the welfare of the tribe is unquestionable. I am proud to proclaim you a hero of the tribe. Rise, my hero!” I stood, totally in shock of what had just happened, until Hosi took me into her arms and kissed me, pulling me closely to her body. We kissed unashamedly until we were interrupted by a messenger from the patrol.“My Queen…strangers again approach our lands. Harry told me they were…uh…what do you call men who hunt illegally?”“You mean…poachers,” I asked.“Yes, that is the word he used. I remember now.”I turned to Hosi, “This could be very dangerous. These men will be killers. The others were just loggers, hard men, but not killers. I will go at once and I will need twenty-five of your best archers.” I ran into the palace to prepare and when I returned the archers were ready. Hosi took me aside, kissed me briefly and begged me to be careful. I promised I would be and left at a trot. I had taken to training with the warriors and it showed. I could run at a much better pace now, but I would never be their equal. An hour later I was breathing hard when we ran into Harry and his team. He explained where they were and how they were making their way through the jungle. He told me there was a small clearing less than a half mile from their current position. I laid my plans. I expected them to be aggressive and if they were they would die quickly, but I didn't want any who surrendered peacefully to be killed. I had an idea that we might be able to use some more men. I dropped my weapons and took my cross from my pocket. Everyone looked at me as if I was crazy, but, once again, it was all part of my plan. I reviewed my signals again and repeated my instructions even though I knew it was all unnecessary. These women were the best soldiers I had ever seen. They knew how to follow orders.I stepped to the edge of the clearing and spoke loudly once I saw them approach. In Portuguese I began, “May the peace of the Lord be with you and protect you always, my brothers.”They looked dumfounded for almost a minute before one of them asked the leader, “What'd he say, boss? What the fuck is he doin' out here in the fuckin' jungle?”“Never mind, you imbecile. Let me handle this.”“Ah, I see you speak English,” I replied cheerfully, “Are you Americans?”“No, we're Brits, but that's enough questions from you. What're you doing way out here miles from civilization?”“As you can see I am a missionary. There are several of us here. We live and work with the savages here, teaching them about our Lord and Savior. I am here to tell you that you must turn back. Ahead is a private wildlife sanctuary belonging to our church.”“Oh, man, boss, a wildlife sanctuary…just what we need.” I reached behind my back and made a fist. It was the sign to make ready.The leader began to draw his pistol and as he did the remaining members of his troupe lowered their rifles—all except one who dropped his rifle to the ground. I stood perfectly still as his revolver cleared the holster. As it approached horizontal more than two dozen arrows rent the air driving the men to their deaths. However, using incredible judgment the one who dropped his rifle was spared—not a single arrow struck him even though he was tightly packed between two others. He took one look at the Amazons and turned, running into the jungle. Two—twin sisters—dropped their bows and bounded after him. It was no contest; they caught him within fifty yards, returning him to me in less than a minute.I told the twins to bind his wrists as they had to me so long ago. He sat, obviously extremely agitated and afraid. I knelt and spoke to him softly in Portuguese. “Relax, no harm will come to you. Would you like some water?” He nodded and I produced a canteen, given to me by one of the warriors. Lita, one of his twin captors gently held it to his mouth. I could see that he was merely a youth, probably no more than eighteen. I continued, “You have been bound to prevent you from injuring one of us, but do not be afraid. I was once also bound as you are now. Why did you drop your rifle?”He was hesitant at first, but as he began to speak the words flowed out of him like water. “I am not one of them. I am only a servant. My family is very poor. My parents sold me to them to be their servant. I'm more a slave, though. They beat me just for fun. I am glad they are dead…even if I have to die, too. I do not know why I tried to run. I cannot go back. There are more there…the leader and two others. ”“You are not going to die, but it seems that you have no place to go so I will offer you the opportunity to join us. These twin sisters seem to fancy you. I think I will ask our Queen to give you to them. No…you won't be their servant or their slave. I am sure this is all very confusing to you, but it will become clear soon enough. Do you know any English?”“A little, Senhor. I study in school, like all students, but I no use it so I forget.”“That's OK. It will come back to you quickly. Now, up with you.” I split the team into three groups—one to remove the bodies from the area. I detailed fifteen warriors for that work after telling them to remove all the arrows so they could be used again. The second group of two I returned to the village with Harry to inform the Queen. The rest of us back tracked the trail to remove all the traps they had set. The young man, Paulo by name, would lead us in this effort.We trekked for almost two hours before coming to their base. There were a number of cages filled with animals. We released all of the herd animals first, allowing them to escape quickly into the bush. Then we came to the two jaguars held securely in strong steel cages. I gave the tribeswomen their instructions—spears up and forward…bows cocked with arrows as I climbed onto the cages and released them one at a time. Rather than attack they each ran quickly into the jungle going in opposite directions. Jaguars are primarily solitary animals except when they mate. Finally, I released the snakes, being most careful with these; the small ones were all venomous and the big ones could constrict me or any one of us to death in minutes. Fortunately, they were more interested in escape than a meal.I checked the camp, taking anything I thought might be of value to us. I resolved to return later to salvage all the steel. I was sure that Sean could come up with a way for us to use it, maybe for knives or short swords. We returned slowly to the village. When we were near the passage to the valley I explained to Paulo that he had to be blindfolded. “Don't worry. You should know by now that we're not going to kill you. We could have done that back at the ambush. Now, follow the lead of your handlers. We have to cross a narrow stone ledge. They will guide you and once in the valley we will be able to remove your blindfold and maybe even your bindings.” He nodded and stood while Lita applied her scarf to his eyes. She and her sister led him forward.We turned him around several times to confuse his sense of direction before leading him through the portal. I could see Lita and her sister talking gently to him as they led him slowly across the ledge. He breathed a sigh of relief once he was across. We stepped carefully down the stone steps and five minutes later I gave the instructions to remove his blindfold and bindings. We walked easily toward the village, the stunned Paulo holding hands with his two gorgeous “captors.”I instructed Paulo to kneel before the Queen. I was just about to speak when Hosi grabbed me lifted me up and pulled me into a deep kiss. “I'm so glad you are safe. Your messengers told me what you did. Are you crazy…going out there without any weapons?”“It seemed the best idea at the time and it worked. Besides, aren't I the big hero?”“Oh…you! I swear I should give you …!”“OK, I know it was dangerous, but they were dangerous men. We could have just ambushed and killed them, but then we wouldn't have a new male to join us. Come and meet him. His name is Paulo.” He was kneeling as instructed with a twin on each side. Hosi spoke to him kindly and sent him on his way to the baths and toilet before his first night with the insatiable twins. I had fucked Lita back when I was working for the Queen. I had a great idea what lay in store for our new friend.I sought out Lita and Lina the following morning. As expected they were fresh as the morning dew. Paulo, however, was sleeping in. Lita explained: "We first took Paulo to the toilets. He was funny…very shy about voiding in front of others, but we cured him of that, didn't we Lina?”“Oh, yes, we stripped him—he tried to fight us, but we are much stronger than he is-- and carried him in. We made him sit between us as we did our business. I held his penis and Lita wiped him when we were done. Why are men so shy about this? It is only a normal bodily function, after all.” I laughed and asked them to continue. “Then we went to the baths. That was better; we washed each other…very, very thoroughly. We liked his penis, didn't we, Lita?”“Oh yes…he, he…and it liked us, too. It was as hard as my dagger and as thick as our spears. We dried ourselves and walked home hand in hand. We ate a light meal and went right to bed, placing Paulo between us. We kissed and touched each other for almost an hour. I think he was afraid to…you know…so we led him,” they giggled, “…the first time. Lita rolled him onto his back and took his penis into her mouth. I was afraid he would shoot his seed in her mouth, but she stopped in time. Tell him, Lita.”“It has been a long time since I had a hard penis in my mouth. I think yours was the last, but you are now…oh, what is the term? Out of reach? Untouchable? Well, you are the Queen's mate; you belong to our Queen. I loved the hard flesh in my mouth and the soft skin was wonderful. I sensed he was getting close to shooting so I stopped. When his breathing became regular again I sat on his penis. I loved watching it disappear slowly into me. Paulo has a very nice penis…almost as nice as yours. I began to rock and he shot into me almost immediately. Lina and I kissed him for a while and then I let her have a turn. She was able to ride him for quite some time before he shot into her. We did it again and again until both of us had an orgasm—is that the right word?”I nodded, a smile on my face, “So…how many times?”“Three for each of us…six for him. We think that is why he is still asleep.”“I'm glad it went so well. Just don't kill him…OK?” My favorite twins laughed until they shook. They walked back into their house, woke Paulo and went back to work. I chuckled all the way back to the palace. I was looking forward to seeing how he would help improve life in the village.I was surprised to find Adam and a group of warriors waiting in the plaza. “David,” he said, “do you think we could see the Queen this morning? I have an idea. I've discussed it with….” He pointed to the group who only smiled, “and they think it's a good idea.”“C'mon in and let's see. I don't think she is too busy this morning.” I led them into the throne room where Hosi was waiting for me. I grinned wildly as I showed her my “thumb's up” for Paulo's first night. When she gave me a questioning look I held up six fingers. She returned my smile. When I reached her side she whispered into my ear, “That will be us in another 24 days. That's when Dennis says we can make love again. Until then you will have to make do with my tongue and my hand.”Breaking away from her, I introduced Adam. He had been mostly quiet during his months in the village. He was trained as an accountant, a skill we had no use for, but he was a good man and was conscientious in his sexual responsibilities to the tribe. So far he had willingly fucked almost eighty women in addition to satisfying his regular lover. He stepped up cautiously, “My Queen I have an idea I would like to explain to you. I have reviewed it with Dennis and he agrees it has merit. We currently derive all our drinking water from the river, but that means we are susceptible to anything that happens upstream like dead animals or mudslides, or…well, just about anything that can affect the health of the tribe. I would like to trace the origin of the river to see if there is some way we can improve on that. The water has to come from somewhere. If we can find the source we may be able to do something to protect our drinking water supply. I…we…would like your approval to search.” He stepped back and bowed.Hosi looked to me for advice. “I think it's a good idea.” Hosi gave her approval and Adam left with a smile on his face and a spring in his step. Adam disappeared for almost a month. In that time Hosi received Dennis's OK to resume sex with me. It was almost three months since our son had been born. You'd think I'd be counting the days, but I was so involved with projects in the village that…. Hosi gave no clues until I came home one afternoon covered in sweat and stone dust from rebuilding a wall that had crumbled after more than four hundred years of service.There was a note on our bed—“Meet me in the baths. I hope you have saved some energy. You will need it.” “Oh, great,” I thought, the big day—one I've awaited for months--has to be one where I've spent the entire day hefting hundred-plus pound blocks of granite. If I had to go six times like Paulo I'd certainly be dead. I stripped out of my filthy clothes and took off at a trot for the baths. Luckily, they were only a block away. Hosi was there with our children. Kela jumped up and down when she saw her daddy, splashing everyone within ten feet. She loved the water and could already swim across our community pool. She often terrified her mother by swimming underwater, disappearing beneath the cool dark water for many seconds before surfacing God only knows where. I loved her dearly, but she was a real handful.Hosi took one look at me and laughed. I was covered in rock dust and whitewash, looking more like a Halloween ghost than her husband and lover. She gave Davy to one of her guards and walked to me. “Poor baby; you look exhausted. Just wait until later. I don't think you'll be getting much sleep tonight.” All the tribeswomen laughed hysterically. There were few secrets in the village and our sex life was usually an open book. What else would one expect when every step, every breath was observed by as many as twenty guards? We had doors in the palace, but we rarely used them. Now the entire tribe would know how much and how often we loved each other. I didn't care; one look at the woman I loved and everyone else disappeared.She came to me, extended her hand and led me to the bath. A guard handed her the soap as she eased me into the cool water. Hosi sat behind me, kissing my cheek and neck as she reached around me to wash the filth from my body. I leaned back, cushioning my body against her swollen breasts. I envied Davy and longed for the day when I could once again suckle at my wife's breast. I turned my head to kiss Hosi; it was quick and relatively chaste. “Tonight, huh? Good choice; I hope I can stay awake.” I was being serious, but everyone within earshot began to laugh.“Don't you worry, darling,” Hosi whispered, “I think I can keep you awake.” Now there was more than laughter—there was howling in the baths and soon it spread to the streets and lanes. Hosi finished washing me and pulled me up. She dried me carefully, paying an awful lot of attention to my now turgid cock. I was turning red with embarrassment and it only got worse when Hosi led me away by my erection.We walked past the grinning guards—did everyone know what Hosi had planned? She led me to our bedroom, pushed me onto the bed and jumped on top of me. “I love you, David and now I'm going to prove it to you.”“Hosi, you prove it to me every day—the way you hold me, the way you kiss me, the way you care for our children…everything you do.”“Perhaps…but I need to prove this to you—I need you…need you inside me to make me feel complete.” Hosi rubbed her breasts into my chest and sighed, “You know…I still love the feeling of your hair on my skin. It makes me want you so much.” She continued as I placed my hands along the sides of her glorious orbs.Her rubbing left droplets of milk on my chest. “How long,” I wondered, “before Davy wants his next meal?”“If you're wondering about Davy let me tell you he's spending the night elsewhere…with a friend who is still producing milk and Kela is at what Scott called a sleep-over with Sama. She told me they would be up all night, but they'll be sound asleep by now. You're stuck with me all night, but you're not going to sleep…not yet, anyway.” She rubbed her slit against my cock. No matter how tired I might be it could always be counted on to respond. “Oh my, you're not as tired as you think. You feel like a rock down there—a rock I'm planning to use over and over tonight. Seriously, David, I have missed you so much.”“Then stop talking and put me into you. I've missed you, too…more than I can tell you.” Hosi smiled for a few seconds and then my cock disappeared into her hot wet hole. I could never understand how she could stay so tight after having Kela. Now, after having two children, she was still as tight as a virgin. Maybe it was her warrior training or just great genes, but her appearance hadn't changed at all. I'd bet that she didn't gain even a pound after her two pregnancies.Hosi rose up slowly, savoring the sensation of having me in her, of having me stretch her vaginal walls. I could see the rapture in her eyes as she dropped down onto my cock again. She moved so slowly, looking into my eyes the entire time. She moved her nipple to my mouth, encouraging me to suckle. “Go ahead, darling. I'll have plenty tomorrow for Davy. I know you've wanted this for a long time. Suckle me—drink my hot delicious milk.” I lifted my head and wrapped my lips around her hard nipple and suckled like her baby—in many respects I was. She was stronger than me by far. She could mold me to her will. If she wanted to she could take me over her knee and spank me like a child. She was the Queen—she could make all the decisions and the women of the tribe would support her. Why didn't she do all these things? My only answer was that she really did love me.I was really beat, but I couldn't resist Hosi—I began to move, driving my hard hot cock deep into her. Soon we had established our rhythm as Hosi drove her clit into me with my every thrust. She closed her eyes and arched her back. She held still for just a moment before grunting loudly and driving herself forward with unbelievable force. She fell gently onto my chest. Kissing my neck she whispered, “That was incredible. I can't believe how much I've missed that.”“Why are you whispering?” I replied, “Doesn't the entire village know what's going on? It certainly seemed that way at the baths.”“Oh, dear! I hope you're not angry with me. I was so happy that we could make love again I told everyone I met.” She was on the verge of crying. I pulled her into a long deep kiss, my tongue searching for and finding hers. I broke the kiss after a minute, “No, Hosi I'm not angry. I learned a long time ago that there's no privacy around here. How many times have the guards run in when one of us is screaming in ecstasy? No, Hosi I love you too much to let a little thing like that bother me.” I let her know for sure by thrusting up deep into her pussy. Apparently there were some advantages to being tired—I hadn't cum despite all of Hosi's actions on my cock.She leaned up and grinned, “I thought you were tired.” I just shrugged my shoulders and smiled. I drove into her again and she moved up and kissed me. She held my head--her fingers in my hair—as she began her own movements. Hosi was both strong and flexible and it showed as she bent my cock into positions I never even imagined existed. Every bend of my cock created friction that was going to ultimately drive me absolutely crazy with desire and the need to cum.On and on she drove, grinding her clit into me. I was mesmerized by the sight of her swollen breasts swaying in rhythm with her motions. I thrust up every time she rolled forward, driving myself as deeply into her body as humanly possible. I may have been exhausted, but I surely wasn't dead. My cock reacted, more slowly than usual maybe, but it was making up for lost time now. I could feel a tiny rumble deep within my balls. It built in intensity with every thrust. After several minutes I was right at the edge; I needed to get over—it was driving me mad with lust. Hosi must have sensed it because she suddenly shifted into overdrive. She still ground her clit into me with force and energy, but now she was doing it faster—much faster than I thought possible. I could see that she was getting close; could I hold back for her? After pushing myself to cum—being desperate to reach orgasm—now I tried to throttle down, to control my reactions for my lover. I still met her every thrust, but with slightly less energy and force. I held myself right on the edge until I saw Hosi tense, shudder, and shake in orgasmic bliss. My orgasm was anything but bliss—I exploded in her, savagely drowning her pussy and womb in my seed. I wrapped my arms around Hosi, holding her close and kissing her repeatedly—her cheek, her neck, her hair.The next thing I knew the light was shining through the skylight and Hosi was looking down at me, a smile on her face. “I guess you really were tired. C'mon, we both need to bathe then we'll eat and relax.” I had a pretty good idea what Hosi meant by “relax” and I was all for it.I rose and began to dress, but Hosi stopped me. “I want everyone to see your seed on your organ and legs. I want everyone to know that we were able to make love again.”“I would have thought everyone knew already. You know how news spreads here in the village.” I dropped my shorts and followed her—both of us naked—for the short stroll to the baths. We passed many of the tribeswomen on the way and they all noticed the dried semen on my shriveled cock and Hosi's thighs. All smiled happily, but said nothing. Some of the men were also there and their reaction was the same, although they patted me on the back. I didn't know what the big deal was—everyone who could was fucking themselves silly every day of the week.We finally reached the baths where everyone was naked. I slipped slowly into the cool river water as I noticed Paulo sitting on the other side of the bath. I slid my arm around Hosi and kissed her as I waved Paulo closer. “How are you doing, Paulo? I'll bet you never imagined what's happened over the past weeks.”“No, Senhor, I was a virgin when I came here. I had a girlfriend when I was sold to those men, but after that I had no hope…none at all. I am very happy to be here.”“How are the twins treating you? I know them well and Hosi knows them even better. They are her close friends.”“They are after me all day and night. I love it, but it is tiring and they tell me I must also…uh, do it with others in the tribe.”“Yes, Paulo,” Hosi replied, “all the men have a group of tribeswomen they must satisfy. Even David was under the Queen's orders to mate with others. I hated to know David was with other women, but our duty to the tribe comes first. If you see Dennis in the hospital he will explain everything to you. Some of us are on birth control, but we need to grow the tribe and you can be an important part of that.”We chatted with Paulo and several tribeswomen for almost a half hour while Hosi washed me and I returned the favor. I was somewhat refreshed when we exited and dried ourselves. We walked with our arms around each other back to the palace. Davy was there anxiously awaiting his next meal. Hosi accommodated him by taking him to her nipple, the same nipple she had used to nourish me last evening. We sat naked—Hosi, Kela, and me—for our breakfast which consisted of excellent scrambled eggs. I added salt and ketchup which I had bought months ago on a visit to the city. Kevin had planted a huge patch of tomatoes which we were all enjoying immensely. Soon we were going to make our own ketchup, but not being a cook it was a job I'd leave to others. Hosi gave the children to the guards once we were done and we returned to our room. “Time to ‘relax,' eh.”Hosi laughed, but picked me up and tossed me on the bed. I often pitied the poor tribeswomen who maintained the palace. We were in and out of bed so often it hardly paid to ever make it, yet as soon as we left it was remade with clean sheets washed in the river and dried over a nearby fence. Being Queen was a tough job, but it had its advantages.We were both naked so when Hosi jumped on me there was nothing between us but skin. I rubbed my hands up and down her wonderful body. I spent a lot of time on her ass—so smooth yet so incredibly muscular and powerful. I looked up into her eyes and mouthed, “I love you so much…more than life itself.”A tear came to her eye, “Please don't talk like that, David. You have no idea how much I worried about you when you went after those poachers…and then to go out there with no weapons. I thought I would faint when Harry told me about that. Now I have you here with me…I never want to let you go…never! Now I want you to lie still. Consider that a royal proclamation. I'm doing all the work.”I raised my hand meekly, just like when I was a dweeby kid in elementary school, “Is it OK if I play with your breasts and maybe kiss you a bit? After all, I wouldn't want to get into trouble.”“I'll go you one better—open that mouth and latch on to my nipple. My friend is taking care of Davy again today so there will be plenty for you. I think you're going to need it. You only came once last night and I only came twice. I hope to double that today. I'm taking a holiday—no work—only you.” Hosi leaned forward dropping her leaking nipple into my waiting mouth as she reached between my legs for my hard cock. She rubbed it into her slit several times before changing the angle slightly allowing me to slide effortlessly into her warmth. Hosi moved slowly and when I tried to respond she held her finger up to stop me.I got the message—lie still and suck on my tit. That's what I did—for a few seconds anyway then I couldn't help myself. I rocked with Hosi, keeping time with her motions. She gave me a stern look so I shrugged my shoulders and whispered, “I'm only human, you know. I can never resist you, especially at a time like this.” She gave me another stern look but she couldn't hold it. In seconds we were laughing like a couple of idiots. All attempts at reserve were shattered. Our lovemaking became frenetic and totally out of control. Several guards walked in to give Hosi a message—they were ignored until, after several minutes, we tensed simultaneously and with one final exertion thrust hard into each other and came and came and came. We collapsed onto the bed covered in sweat. Only then did Hosi realize that we weren't alone.“This had better be important,” she said threateningly.“We think it is. Adam and his party have returned. They have found the source of the river and more important…some kind of well coming out of the mountain.”“Don't yell at them,” I told Hosi, “This could be the answer to all our prayers—an artesian well.”“What is this, David? I don't understand.”“Let's go out and hear what they have to say.” We rose hurriedly, cum dripping down our legs, dressed and walked quickly to the throne room.”Adam was grinning when we approached, “Um, sorry to disturb you my Queen…you lucky dog, David.” I gave him a playful punch, but I really wanted to hear what he had to say.“We followed the river upstream for seven days when we found a tributary. We left that alone and followed the main river up into the mountain. We followed it all the way to a huge glacier. It must be more than a hundred feet thick. Water ran off from underneath at a tremendous rate. We knew we couldn't do anything with the glacier so we returned downstream until we reached that tributary again. We followed it up the mountain for two days until we found the source. The water came up right out of the mountain. Is that what you call an artesian well?”“It sounds like it, but I'll have to see it to be sure, I replied. I turned to Hosi to explain, “What they found was a glacier. Think of a mountain of ice—solid water. Remember when we were in New York? We had ice in many of our drinks? Well, this is a natural event. It gets very cold up high in the mountains and instead of rain they will get snow. That is solid water falling from the sky. It is so cold that the snow never melts into regular water. Over hundreds of years the snow builds up and compacts into ice just like we had in our drinks only millions of times larger. The ice is called a glacier. It's really heavy so it slides down the mountain, but it moves very slowly. I've seen glaciers crush huge boulders like I would crush an egg. I don't think we can do anything with the glacial water, but an artesian well is something else.“Sometimes water gets underground and moves through the rock. Limestone like we have in the baths is one of the best. It has very tiny holes in it, so small that they can't be seen. The stone filters everything out of the water so it's usually totally pure. If it's close enough we can run a pipe from there to the village. We'd have an unending supply of pure clean water.” Hosi smiled. I knew she would trust my judgment. We allowed Adam to rest for a few days before we left for the mountains. He had taken the long way there, but now we were able to take a much shorter and direct route. I used my GPS to take the coordinates of the village. I noted the geological features as we walked, stopping to use my rock hammer and pick several times. When we reached the source I saw it was indeed an artesian well. The GPS told me it was about fifteen miles as the crow flies to the village and it was downhill all the way. I patted Adam on the back and hugged all the women on the team.We returned to the village and met with Scott. He told us we could buy huge spools of PVC pipe. Each spool would hold more than a mile of pipe. We could run it down the hill to the village. He described how we could collect the water at the source and build a fountain in the plaza where it could be distributed. Now the issue was how to buy the piping. It took us months to buy and transport the pipe to the valley. Moving it up to the mountain was a breeze—one Amazon every twenty feet made moving it child's play. Scott coordinated the construction of a stone pool lined with the same primitive concrete that we used in the irrigation channels in the plaza with overflow diverted directly into the river. At the source a catch basin was constructed. Wherever possible the piping was dug underground. Where that couldn't be done the exposed pipe was buried under rocks that were concreted in place. The entire tribe was on hand when the water began to flow. The mood was much like it had been when Scott erected his water wheel several years before. Nobody was happier than Dennis. This could mean an end to treating the villagers for dysentery and cholera. Dysentery was an annoyance, but cholera could wipe out half the tribe before he was able to get it under control.I held Hosi's hand as the fresh pure water began to flow from the pipe. We had built the fountain so the pipe was almost four feet higher than the catch basin. Watching the arc flow was fascinating—a testimony to the determination that had been the symbol of Hosi's reign. It showed how much could be accomplished even out here in the wild jungle. I was wrapped up in the ceremony until Hosi leaned into me, her soft breast brushing against my arm. “I'm pregnant again,” she whispered, “I told you I wanted another ten.” I kissed her briefly and looked up into the clouds. My eyes wandered over the verdant valley, the happy people, and back to my wife. I couldn't wait to get her alone so I could show her once again how much I loved her. What a life—what a wonderful life!To be continued, by senorlongo for SexStories.

What are the people upset about? Blues? DRF? The Cardinals missed out on Brandon Woodruff? We read an article from SI (Inside the Cardinals on FanNation) from Nate Haggerty about this development. Wow, what a story (jk). Sports journalism now and then. QFTA today. Tim reads a question he received for QFTA. Discussing our move to Hubbard and the comings and goings and goings and comings. Delegating work. Jackson's long-term plan. STL Dogs play tonight. Iggy is upset with the lack of kits for the dais. Andy Crouppen joins the program. Disneyland discussion. Are there more fats at Disneyland, Disneyworld, or Six Flags? Iggy's DNA update. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

[Explicit Language] David's in the hospital for his swollen toe. Jody's harrowing jaw surgery. Sidney Powell pleads guilty and agrees to testify against co-conspirators. The true story of how Powell's minions invaded the Coffey County election center. Judge Engoron had to tell Trump to zip it in court. NBC News files pleading to allow cameras in Judge Chutkan's courtroom. Marjorie Taylor Greene calls Jewish protesters "insurrectionists." No third vote for speaker. Patrick McHenry's chair. Don Junior's bizarre justification for AR15s. Christopher Steele's Russian intelligence sources disappeared. Joe Biden's campaign on Troth Senchul. With Jody Hamilton, music by BetamaxDC, Astral Summer, and more!See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

This week on the black mind games podcast Foot Fetishes and covid. Wokeness kills a teacher.  Vidya Games Hosts  Jeff Josh

Is Crisco too close to his mom? Most would probably say yes, way too close!! Plus, hear why one man turned down a woman for a reason no one would ever guess. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

The gang takes one last lap of the contenders before this year's Eurovision and/or the podcast's cancellation, whichever happens first. Featuring a returning Swedish champion, a Belgian matador Laurence Llewelyn-Bowen, and the Moldovan reincarnation of Joci Pápai vibes. Plus, can AI write a Eurovision song? Tune in to find out! (It can.) Follow the performances here: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLi_PXCB9XDxvF16IDb1nIfm8np8kw18Lo

The Director and Producer of S.A.D. (Sales Are Dope) hop on for a special episode of the Beyond Quota podcast. Stephen Ohl and Talon Gonzalez share the origins of how the show turning from script to screen and the biggest challenges they faced along the way. Namely, having to deal with Ross on a daily basis. After working on The Unsubscribe Show and Cold Call Reenactments with Bravado and now after completing the first season of Sales Are Dope, Stephen and Talon have gained a deep appreciation for the sales profession and the (somewhat) professionals who keep the lights on for every company out there. Learn how they used their film expertise and work with Ross and Ben and bring the world of Suckle to life.Follow Stephen Ohl:IMDBWatch Sales Are DopeSales Are Dope On IGFollow Talon Gonzalez:YouTubeInstagramLinkedInFollow Pouyan Salehi:ScratchpadPouyan on LinkedInScratchpad on LinkedInFollow Ross Pomerantz:LinkedInInstagramTikTok

Suckle At My Concepts (They're Not Pierced, But They're Piercing) by Adam Wadley

Oh yeah baby slurp that schloopy goodness. Suckle on my scroggle you dirty dirty girl. Oh you like that don't you, you little spreeg Sorry, that was a new language we invented. That translates roughly to "yo what's up?"

We've lost our ritual space!!! So, what do you do when you don't understand the materials? Are there little men in the television? What's with all the horse nipples? Listen and learn, baby.  Suckle at this week's strip Here. Follow the Podcast on Twitter or Instagram Follow the Paul on Instagram  Follow Alex on Twitter or Instagram Mystic Lasagna is a Member of the Missing Sock network. For other great shows like this one, check out https://www.missingsocknetwork.com/ or search Missing Sock in your favorite pod catcher.  Also we have Merch!! Follow the network on Instagram.  To support us and all the shows on Missing Sock, here's our Patreon. https://www.patreon.com/missingsock Lasagnaste´  

September is here and that means that your dreams are about to die.... again. The Road Safety World Series is here and we're cooing about Sachin sitting in 1A while Watto's stable base makes us feel like Australia should win this meaningless tournament. Tim David will debut for Australia this week after he gives us some serious ASMR in the nets. Ben Horne is on the show to discuss another rival Indian league popping up to take away international cricket's best players. England are in Pakistan for the first time in 17 years, but what's Alex Hales like as a bloke? Rachel Haynes retires from international cricket after winning it all and then feeling nothing. #AskTGC ponders whether you can be good at something you've never done and a disturbing dream about Pezza in the urinals. Huge news: TGC now has kit! Get TGC hoodies, t-shirts, caps, and bucket hats at our brand spanking new website: gradecricketer.com/shop. Sign up to Patreon for a 10% or 20% discount using a special code at patreon.com/gradecricketer This episode is brought to you by Budgy Smuggler. You can get free shipping on your order by using the code 'CHAMP' at https://www.budgysmuggler.com.au Are you TGCs representative for Budgy Smuggler's Ordinary Rig competition? If you are, we want to see you (online).  How Do I Enter? ·      Simply enter a photo of you (or a mate) in a pair of smugglers with #OrdinaryRigAus & @budgysmuggler    ·      Photos should show some character / put a bit of a smile on the judges. ·      Bonus points for Likes / Shares on social media ·      Entries Close 5pm Thursday September 29th.  Check out our Patreon for exclusive content every single week at https://www.patreon.com/gradecricketer including #AskTGC Fridays and the exclusive audio from all of our YouTube videos.  The team at T20 Stars are the most innovative cricket kit wranglers in the business, and they're offering a 15% discount on all T20 Stars bats, balls and protective wear - simply use the code TGC15 at t20stars.com If you're interested in the Merv's Masters Tour, head to cricketcoaching.com.au for more info, and mention TGC when you email them for a free baggy green when you join the tour. The boys are of course dressed by Budgy Smuggler, too (in some way, shape or form). You can follow The Grade Cricketer on Facebook, Instagram and Twitter: https://www.facebook.com/gradecricketer https://www.instagram.com/thegradecricketer/ https://twitter.com/gradecricketer   Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Acts of Kindness and a brief history of Milk

Wednesday – We discuss Linda Byrd's retirement party that was at work today. Do you have a problem saying that you are sorry? We explore Jim's tick bite. Hannah Medd, Lead Scientist, with the American Shark Conservancy zooms in for Animal House. Orlando Sentinel columnist Scott Maxwell with his thoughts about Real Radio. Rauce Thoughts on Chernobyl. Plus, WOKE News, Trivia & Last Call. Show

No stone unturned and no food gone to waste, in most cases at least...

Friday – We try to come up with Jim's tranny name while we press Jack to talk about his dragon tattoo. We ponder what Bill Murray did to land in trouble. Amy Drew Thompson talks oysters, tomatoes, grilled cheese sandwiches. Nicole Dupre brings Dr. Christy Rodrigues de Conte in studio to discuss Melina, a steampunk musical. Rauce Thoughts on his vet experience. Plus, WOKE News, Embers Only, Trivia & Last Call.

What's up D Fam! Welcome to the greatest Bi-City Podcast in the world! Coming to you from Houston, Texas and Louisville, Kentucky! It's The Weekly D Podcast with your hosts DannyG and Kyle Austin! This week we talk about CBD and Business with Carlos from Honey Suckle Brand. The Boys got the opportunity to learn what CBD is and its benefits along with what its like to start a business and its struggles in this industry. Subscribe to Paper Plate Media: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCMtW... Go Follow Carlos: Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/losdez/ Go Follow HoneySuckleBrand: Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/honeysuckle Website: https://honeysucklebrand.com/ ALSO SPECIAL THANKS TO OUR SPONSORS @BALLSY Ballsy is a men's grooming company that makes products the Give Your Balls The Attention They Deserve. It's no secret that balls are prone to odors, sweat and irritation. Upgrade your balls game with quality long-lasting products formulated to keep you fresh, comfortable, and confident. Ballsy is giving our listeners a special 15% off your first order when you use our code “TWD15” at check out or you can click our special link to let them know you support people that support us http://bit.ly/3xsqq1C Follow The Weekly D Podcast: Twitter: https://twitter.com/theweeklydpod Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/theweeklydpod/ Stream full episodes of The Weekly D Podcast: Twitch: https://www.twitch.tv/paperplatemedia Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/2meBBRB... iHeart: https://www.iheart.com/podcast/269-th... --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/theweeklydpod/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/theweeklydpod/support

Haleyville, Alabama is a town often overlooked by the bigger cities in Alabama. The Chug Suckle is nestled in between a dollar general and the county morgue, and is the premier music venue in the area.Follow The Wrants ShowTwitter: https://Twitter.com/TheWrantsTikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@thewrantsInstagram: https://Instagram.com/TheWrantsShowYouTube: https://youtube.com/channel/UC67j5A9ErgsTOP8fpxeZ3WgLearn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

When Musa's mother become pregnant, the normal signs of pregnancy did not show on her. When she gave birth, she became fearful. So, Allah the Highest stated: “And We inspired to the mother of Moses, ‘Suckle him; but when you fear for him, cast him into the river and do not fear and do not grieve. Indeed, we will return him to you and will make him [one] of the messengers. (Al-Qasas 28:7).

A group of podcast cohosts must protect each other from the parasite that infected their friend, and made him make a dumb, stupid announcement. On Episode 488 of Trick or Treat Radio we kick off December Double Feature Cram Jam as we cover the films Black Friday from director Casey Tebo, and The Banishing from director Christopher Smith! There is also an announcement that concerns the future of the Podcast you'll want to hear. So grab your favorite alien/zombie hybrid killing weapon, make sure to look for any hidden cultists in your closet, and strap on for the world's most dangerous podcast!Stuff we talk about: Jordan Peele, Nope, Ralph Dibny, snow in December, Matrix Resurrections, Heels, Stephen Amell, Yellowstone, Christopher Reeves, Letters to Cleo, Superman paralyzed, Christopher Not-Walken, Young Guns, Ravenshadow on a Horse, Blaze of Glory, Tango and Cash 2, Heisman Pose, Luke Skywalker's motivation for leaving Tatooine, Tatooinian, Temuera Morrison, The Book of Boba Fett, The Mandalorian, Nightmare Alley, Guillermo del Toro, What We Do in the Shadows, Naked Lunch, Peter Weller, William S. Burroughs, Jack Kerouac, Dark City, Starman, Vampire lore, Nosferatu, The Breakfast Club of Vampires, cunning linguist, Hercules Hernandez, He-Man, Nature vs Nurture, Pepe Le Pews, Jiangshi, Vampires, Bombarella, Black Friday, Bruce Campbell, Idle Hands, Casey Tebo, Pan's Labyrinth, Ivana Baquero, Michael Jai White, The Evil Dead, Black Dynamite, Get Your Boba On, Robert Kurtzman, The Thing, Toxic Avenger, Spawn, Blade, Dave Foley, Kids in the Hall, Sean Harris, The Banishing, Christopher Smith, Edgar Allan Poe, occultist that like to dance, Dick Tracy, narcolepsy, latitudes and gratitudes, The Borley Rectory, Titane, Julia Ducournau, Last Night in Soho, Edgar Wright, Giallo Films, The Psychic, jumping in leaf piles, Bill By Force, Botanist, Hammer Dulcimer, Lost in Vegas, Slayer, the big announcement that will change the face of Trick or Treat Radio moving forward, and The Good Time Occultist.Support us on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/trickortreatradioJoin our Discord Community: discord.trickortreatradio.comSend Email/Voicemail: mailto:podcast@trickortreatradio.comVisit our website: http://trickortreatradio.comStart your own podcast: https://www.buzzsprout.com/?referrer_id=386Use our Amazon link: http://amzn.to/2CTdZzKFB Group: http://www.facebook.com/groups/trickortreatradioTwitter: http://twitter.com/TrickTreatRadioFacebook: http://facebook.com/TrickOrTreatRadioYouTube: http://youtube.com/TrickOrTreatRadioInstagram: http://instagram.com/TrickorTreatRadioSupport the show (https://www.patreon.com/trickortreatradio)

Suckle at the teat of knowledge and learn all about police burritos, Mick Jagger, and KILLER PAJAMAS?  See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Volume 66 is sponsored by the Scared To Death podcast. Find out more at https://scaredtodeathpodcast.com/When Maureen's daughter is killed in a tragic roadside collision, Maureen's grief and feelings of responsibility begin to consume her every waking moment. Written by Jonathan Cosgrove (https://twitter.com/jjingo_gaijin)Narrated by Georgia Cook (https://twitter.com/Georgiacooked)Edited by Duncan Muggleton (https://twitter.com/duncanmuggleton)With music by Myu (https://soundcloud.com/myuu)and Thom Robson (https://www.thomrobsonmusic.com/)And sound effects provided by Freesound.org The episode illustration was provided by Luke Spooner of Carrion House (https://carrionhouse.com/)Jonathan Cosgrove is an Irish writer of dark fiction. His short fiction has appeared in the Arterial Bloom anthology from Crystal Lake Publishing and Daily Science Fiction. You can find out more about him at jonathancosgrove.com or say hello on Twitter at @jjingo_gaijin. Follow Georgia Cook on Twitter at @GeorgiacookedYou can help support the show over at Patreon.com/HawkandCleaverYou can join our Bookclub, Movieclub, and writing exercises over at Facebook.com/groups/hawkandcleaverT-shirts, mugs, posters, and comic books are available at www.gumroad.com/hawkandcleaverGet help with your short stories and your podcasts by heading to TheOtherStories.Net/services The Other Stories is a production the story studio, Hawk & Cleaver, and is brought to you with a Creative Commons – Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives license. Don't change it. Don't sell it. But by all means… share the hell out of it. See acast.com/privacy for privacy and opt-out information.

Happy Tuesday!

The Festival is finally here and the Racing Only Bettor team will bring you a fast moving and informative show, with strong fancies, each day throughout the week. It all kicks off with the Supreme Novices’ Hurdle and Kevin Blake thinks that Appreciate It will get favourite backers off to a flying start. There is a difference of opinions in the Champion Hurdle but that’s a reflection of the competitiveness of the race. Tony has a ‘wild swing’ in the National Hunt Chase and makes a strong case for the 33/1 chance. All the panel agree it’s a tricky card for punting so this is a must listen ahead of day one and the greatest show on turf.

The boys cover a lot of ground this week. There's some stuff about moose law, a wannabe James Bond's unsuccessful attempts to thwart the FBI, how children in cages increase wages, the end of the coronavirus pandemic, and another installment of Coping with Copeland.

Episode 52.5! In this Mini episode we talk about Social Media jerks, lollipop chicken, drunk Jan, Review Rubs and Sauce from Pickin' & Grillin' and more!  Pickin' & Grillin"https://pickinngrillin.com/ Check us out on:Facebook- @grabeminthebrisketInstagram- @grabeminthebrisketTwitter- @grabthebrisketEmail- grabeminthebrisket@gmail.com  SPONSORS!Jealous Devil Charcoal - https://jealousdevil.com/ Cambro Manufacturing - https://www.cambro.com/  

After getting booted for the first half of the podcast, followed up with this juicy segment :) Nothing stops the gain train!

Today you will laugh your butt off at this episode of Mixed Bag Of Nuts. We share stories on what one kid did in exchange for powdered donuts, how a wife got in trouble for looking at something specific on her phone (We’ll give you a hint- we can’t stop talking about it), how to make sure no-one saw you poop in the hot tub, Melinda's least favorite word, how 2 spoons of sugar make the semen go down & what a kid was showing off to the neighborhood from behind closed curtains!! Plus much much more!!

We inspired to the mother of Musa (PBUH) , ‘Suckle him; but when you fear for him, cast him into the river and do not fear and do not grieve. Indeed, We will return him to you and will make him [one] of the messengers

Trent wants to talk fertilizer this morning. Donna is wondering if her tree has a fungus. Are honey suckle vines suitable for Cache Valley?    Welcome to The KSL Greenhouse Show! Hosts Maria Shilaos and Taun Beddes tackle your gardening questions, talk plants, and offer tips for an amazing yard. Listen Saturdays 8am to 11am at 1160 AM & 102.7 FM, kslnewsradio.com, or on the KSL Newsradio App. Follow us on Facebook and Instagram at @kslgreenhouse. #KSLGreenhouse    The KSL Greenhouse Show is sponsored by Ivory Homes   

Here's a nice little edible arrangement for you. BITE into Log's feature about competitive horniness. SUCKLE on Joe's story of an elk in a department store. NIBBLE on Steve's heart-wrenching tale of horseloss. Then give us your biggest smile, because you're on camera baby. We're watchin ya!

Small Town Crime Wave 1-6-20 The Bears Still Suck But Packer Fans Suckle

Games among leopard litters like this one are an essential part of their development. But sometimes, it’s nothing more than having fun. The latest in science, culture, and history from Smithsonian Channel.

On todays episode our good friend Mike Hansen is back! We jump right into it and this time we go deep into how we have been feeling, Mike blows our minds with solid advice on how to turn a bad day around. How working out can give you more energy, making small changes to equal a big result, we touch on being in a simulation, we talk about the July 5th Pentimento show, Mike talks about playing with no shirt and tells us what it took to prepare for that, setting goals and staying disciplined, Mike tells us how he originally got into working out, getting into a new relationship with food, getting his personal training certification, the ridiculousness of some “active wear”, we talk supplements what to take whats BS, Mike is getting married in a month and his plans for the future.Subscribe to us!Follow us on instagram!@themotlpodcastMike @justwalkarounditShawna @shawna_theharpBrittney @ladydeeds

Suckle at the teet of their magic.

Round 1: CBS's The Code...HAS BEEN CANCELLED! HOW?? WHY?? #BringBackTheCodeRound 2: According to recent reports, the Navy SEALS have been partying hard & now they're in hot water. We're gonna tell you why their CO told them they need to GET OUT of Iraq. Round 3: GET IN BITCHES, WE'RE GOING SHOPPING. Suckle on our teet of knowledge so we can tell you about the change that will give 3M more people access to sweet sweet commissary dealsRound 4: Grab your boots, boots. Country music legend Trace Adkins joins the show to tell us about his upcoming movie Bennett's WarRound 5: YOU PULLIN' YOUR 58% INTEREST MUSTANG INTO A 'VETERAN ONLY' PARKING SPACE? KATE WON'T DO IT. NOT EVEN IF THERE'S A FIRE. Round 6: The LA Clippers had their introductory press conference with Kawhi Leonard and Paul George. Clippers Chairman Steve Ballmer is the NCO that no one wants to see in the morning.  

Japanese women and Brazilian boys in the streets, Brazilian boys in the sheets and Japanese women giving yakuza the beats!  In this week's episode, yakuza get what's coming to them courtesy of 13 Steps of Maki and Brazilian kids get up to a whole lotta tragedy in Pixote! Feedback: cultofmuscle@gmail.com Facebook: facebook.com/groups/cultofmuscle Merch: redbubble.com/people/cultofmuscle/shops   Lifting: 0:00:00 - 1:04:50 13 Steps of Maki: 1:06:20 - 1:43:50 Pixote: 1:45:10 - END  

This week we sit down and do a bit of a Q&A style episode! We answer about regain fears and how to handle co-workers! Get super cool things right here and pledge: Patreon.com/thickthoughts Buy Our Merch: teespring.com/stores/thickthoughts Wanna Support the show? Buy us a Coffee: ko-fi.com/thickthoughts Audible Trial: audibletrial.com/thickthoughts We also answer listener questions! Send in your questions to our instagram @thickthoughtspodcast or twitter @thickthopod Hosts: Eli @theshrinkingkitty Sarah @sarahdonutcare

New York City architects Abby Suckle and William Singer are the authors of Cocktails and Conversations: Dialogues in Architectural Design.  AIA New York’s Center for Architecture has a great Friday night format:  invite people to to hear a famous architect paired with a master bartender who creates a custom cocktail to share with a thirsty audience.  Architects have included David Adjaye, Jeanne Gang, Peter Gluck, Frank Harmon, Tom Kundig, Daniel Libeskind, Eric Owen Moss, Billie Tsien, and Tod Williams, among many others. Host George Smart spoke with Abby and William at the Long Island Bar, 110 Atlantic Avenue, in Brooklyn. Joining them were David Moo and Toby Cecchini (inventor of the Cosmopolitan!), master bartenders behind all the cocktail creations.   About a month later, George and co-host Tom Guild met Australian Phillip Jones, the Martini Whisperer, poolside at the swanky Hotel Skylark in Palm Springs. For over a dozen years Jones worked as a fine dining manager and ran restaurants and events companies around the world.  Then he created a website for lovers of Martinis, craft spirits and cocktail culture with an Australian point of view.  In 2015 he gave the first ever TED talk on the Martini. And as he was leaving the Eau du Vie bar in Melbourne one fateful night, a lovely gang of actresses approached ....

Be warned, there's a lot of potty humor this week. Like, more than normal. Just a heads up. Fishstick's Top Pick Topics: In a thermonuclear bomb, there's a small detonation charge that is used to begin the chain reaction that causes the brunt of the damage. This segment was the chain reaction for the rest of this week's disaster. The crew discusses fellatio. The Brofessor's Life De-Stresser: Pillow talk is hard. We get it. Nothing kills the mood like a poorly named member, and we aim to fix that going forward. Tune in for what NOT to call it, as well as a brilliant revelation that will shape the future of bedtime banter until the end of time. Lulu's Viewer Reviews: This one technically ISN'T dirty. At least, not the same kind of dirty that plagues the rest of this week's episode. Lulu just wants to help you clean up your mouth, whilst simultaneously cleaning up the environment. Do so at your own risk. Mulch's News Garden: Picture this: you're stranded in the woods. Surrounded by snow. It's just you, your trusty dog, two packets of Taco Bell "Fire Sauce" and the great outdoors. You have to survive for five days. What do you do? Mulch breaks down how one man made this happen and lived to tell the tale. Badvertisements: Yard Buy - Meader Funky Frank's Euthanization Clinic - Matt Drew Speckled Peckers - WIDK Real Promotion:Unqualified Networks Podcast Tune in to Forrest James, Suprenant, Nate, and Carlo as they discuss everything from trending news to video games. They're hilarious and wild and we love their show. You will too! We need your submissions! Send us stuff at idunnoradio@gmail.com, and leave voicemails at (304)566-WIDK. Any featured music used by permission directly from the artist(s). All other music from the Youtube Creator library, licensed free, non-attribution.Check out our networks: Podcast NH and The Scavengers Network!

Donkey Teeth rediscovered gushers at Halloween and BraMy gushes about his love for rookie TE, Chris Herndon, on this Erection Day episode of the Ditka Pod. The guys also take a look at some Nick Chubb and Kenny Golladay film, sharing their analysis and expectations for both of these rising stars moving forward.After the weekly Le'Veon Bell check in (where BraMy continues to pray to Football Jesus for Bell's return), your hosts then dive into a session of Buy the Sausage/Sell the Cheesehead/Hold the Ditka. Find out what to do with Tyler Boyd, Golden Tate, Amari Cooper and Cordarelle Patterson. Suckle the sausage right here:

In this episode, after last episode's abrupt ending and a few days off, the fellas are back to finish talking about Fitz's trip to Wizard World Chicago! We start with an intro from Colonel Brian "Q" Quinn (story coming in ep 64), then dive back in head first to the seedy underbelly of paying for sketches, Star Wars artists being charming shitbags, and gay pirate recruitment. The best stores to get blown in are debated, more Foley details get revealed, less taco stories surface, Indiana Jones is beautiful, and somebody has an attitude problem all in this snappy ep of your favorite unknown dillhole show, so enjoy and tell your friends!

Burgers lead the way for grilling on the Fourth. Seth Agranov has advice for grilling a perfect one. Dan Arnold from Sucklebusters discusses his rubs, including Hoochie Mama. Plus, what's cooking for the holiday?

Today we present a wickedly strange and horrifying tale of secret desires.A Victorian solicitor returns from a business trip to find his wife missing. The story she tells in a letter is more weird and terrible than a penny dreadful.Special Offers:Winc Special Offer: Want to get great wine delivered right to your door and help out the show at the same time? Try Winc and get $20 off using this link: trywinc.com/wickedlibraryCreditsAuthor: Madeleine Swann| Storytellers: Mary Murphy as Clara, Andy James as Bertie and The Police Officer, Amber Collins as Hettie, and Daniel Foytik as Matson and other male vocals | Special Guest: Nichole Goodnight | Custom Score: Nico Vettese | Voice of the Librarian: Nelson W. Pyles | Host / Producer / Showrunner: Daniel Foytik | Executive Producers: Cynthia Lowman, Nelson W. Pyles

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Damn, Kadanaad! Back at it again with the podcast! We return with updates on cosplay, D&D adventures where Kris makes us call him Master and Charlie fails horribly at sucking cougar tits, and we brave the labyrinths of Wikipedia for your entertainment. Strap in and prepare your bunz for some funz.

Damn, Kadanaad! Back at it again with the podcast! We return with updates on cosplay, D&D adventures where Kris makes us call him Master and Charlie fails horribly at sucking cougar tits, and we brave the labyrinths of Wikipedia for your entertainment. Strap in and prepare your bunz for some funz.

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--{ Fabian War -- Survival Abolished as Old Ways Demolished: "People Follow their Program with Worried Frown, Vaguely Sensing a Shift in the Culture Take-Down, Generations Taught to Buy, Work and Play, Live for the Moment, Taught What to Say To Each Other, 'The Happy Face' while Emulating Hollywood Fictional Role Models All Copulating, New Male, New Female Want No Babes to Suckle, Taught to Scratch Notches on Predatory Buckle, Yet Each Ends Up Solitary, Frantic on Phone, Unable to Bond, There's No-One Else Home, They Live in Darkness, the Absence of Light, Only Programmers and Pharma Aware of their Plight" © Alan Watt }-- Revolutions to Create a More Powerful Totalitarian State - Planned Changes from Top Down - Jacques Attali, Takedown of America, New Nomadic Specialist Class - RIIA-CFR behind Wars - Societal Takedown, Promotion of Debauchery, Formulas to Take Down Societies - Crowding into Cities, Artificial Environment Dependent on Money - Holdren's "Ecoscience", Depopulation Methods for Third-World and West - The "Lost Generation" - Degraded Culture - Monopolization, Closure of Small Businesses and Social Clubs/Pubs. Promotion of Promiscuity, Destruction of Male-Female Bonding - Porn Industry - Men and Women Treated as Sexual Objects - "Eco-Friendly" Alkaline Hydrolysis Cremation (Liquid Body Disposal) - Dehumanization of Populations - Managed Musicians used to Influence Youth - Standardization of All Groups. (See http://www.cuttingthroughthematrix.com for article links.) *Title/Poem and Dialogue Copyrighted Alan Watt - Feb. 23, 2010 (Exempting Music, Literary Quotes, and Callers' Comments)

It's taken two weeks and multiple tries, but we finally are able to give you a JUMBO sized episode - 72 minutes of PiMC loveliness! (don't worry, they won't all be this long) Taffy takes in dinner and a show at a wedding, Rodan is taking in some Ozark scenery, and Taylor...well, Taylor's taking names!! Lots of TV talk, and we discuss the pros and cons of..."the dirty fuck." We are Pod Is My Copilot. blog: www.podismycopilot.com, phone: 206-202-5165, email: podismycopilot.com, facebook: Ok, So I Love Pod Is My Copilot

Tonight we have Tim Corrimal and his sexy voiced partner on the show, laughing and giggling as we continue on our epic quest to embarass ourselves weekly.  Taylor is airborne, an update on the GoonieSpice, Taylor tells his story about Publix.  A new fetish is born....and it involves Taylor.  And then we go places we have never been to.....LITERALLY.  Check out Tim at www.gorainbowradio.com, or www.timcorrimal.com, and subscribe to both his shows! Check out our blog at www.podismycopilot.com, be our friend at myspace: www.mypace.com/podismycopilot, email us at podismycopilot@gmail.com, join our facebook group, "Ok, So I Love Pod Is My Copilot," and leave us a comment on our listener line, 206-202-5165. Be sure to leave us iTunes reviews!!!  If we get to 80 by the next episode, I'll post a funny picture of me (Taylor) for the artwork for Episode 45. Music: Brain Bukit: Run Rabbit/The Chase As always, you can listen to this, and archived episodes by heading over to www.podismycopilot.libsyn.com.