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Welcome to this week's podcast episode. Today's episode is another blind watch. Now, the question at hand is whether it is a good thing or a bad thing. I'll let you answer that for yourself. In todays movie we have a couple whos going to a aboration clinic that doubles as a brothel, enough said let's jump into the feature at hand with, The Suckling(1990)Want to support me and the podcast? Click the link below and check out my Ko-fi page.https://ko-fi.com/typhensteinMake sure to use promo code "RottenReviews" at checkout for Dubby Energy:https://www.dubby.gg/discount/RottenReviews?ref=6oo6VW14GOtp_PMake sure to check out the outro band featured in each episode, known as, Blood Opera!https://www.youtube.com/@bloodopera5933https://www.instagram.com/bloodoperainc/https://www.etsy.com/ca/shop/BloodOperaInc?ref=shop-header-name&listing_id=772022307If you want, check out my links below!https://linktr.ee/typhenstein
Pamela and Uptown Schizo face off in the tournament finals while Inutaro heads into space to rendezvous with the rest of the dogcatchers. OP theme: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f9QnqZW3V9o ED theme: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yc3i9CKJzmI E1 on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/e1podcast Starring Charles Austin, Alana Branson, Alex Branson, Raina Douris, Nate Fisher, Andrew Hudson, Nick @JucheMane, Emily Whittemore, and Ty Wood Featuring Dan Boeckner, Ben Clarkson, Hesse Deni, Julian Feeld, Mike Hale, Alex Nichols, Molly Mary O'Brien, Branson Reese, Jake Rockatansky, Nate Ruess, Will Sennett, Chris Wade, Thomas White, Patches, Molly @mollydeez, and Ray @atomicpunk1312. Written by Charles Austin and Alex Branson Video by Ben Clarkson Edited by Charles Austin Theme Song by Charles Austin lyrics by Twisty
A recent research collaboration between a university and a commercial farm studied 1,500 sows and 22,000 piglets and discovered unexpected findings about the common practice of split suckling. Their research found that this long-standing practice might not be benefiting piglets on day one as much as producers previously thought. Discussing the research are Mikayla Spinler, a graduate research assistant at Kansas State University, and Ashley Hartman, a research coordinator at Pillen Family Farms and DNA Genetics. The two discuss how the research was chosen, conducted and next steps on today's episode.
It's time for one of those huge episodes. Well, it's a four parter anyways. 1990 was a damn fine year for horror movies. Unfortunately though, once again, there is no iron clad masterpiece amongst them. Just a stack of really decent films. But, what do I think was the very greatest horror movie that came out during 1990? Well, here we have the top 10. The worst 10. A slew of also rans. Some awesome mates. Some special guests. Several pints of beer and a 6+ hour running. This is 1990, A Year In Horror.It's a pretty long journey this one, part 2 of 4 in fact. I am going to give you the time codes below so if you don't want spoilers then, please, avert your eyes.0.33 - The Witches6.22 - Gremlins 2 (w/ Jon Spira)53.09 - Also Rans (Part 2)1.03.00 - Exorcist III (w/ Kevin Lyons) You can now support A Year in Horror via the Patreon.Theme Music by Max Newton& Lucy Foster.Email the podcast at ayearinhorror@gmail.comDon't bother following the podcast on Facebook. But feel free to...Follow me on Twitter.Follow me on Instagram.Follow me on Letterboxd.
The Road to 250 begins NOW. This week we talk about THE SUCKLING, yakuza games and unions. ChaptersWelcome! (00:00:00)Banz week in news (00:06:25)Movie - The Suckling (00:34:45)Mail! (01:03:48)The Road to 250! (01:10:25)LinksCheck out or Ko-fi at https://ko-fi.com/batandspiderJoin our DISCORDGet your Bat & Spider STICKERS hereSteve Barkett Rules t-shirts!!!Get a sweet Bat & Spider t-shirt here! All sale proceeds go to The Movement For Black Lives.Technical Adviser: Slim of 70mmTheme song composed and performed by Tobey Forsman of Whipsong Music.Follow Bat & Spider on Instagram Follow Chuck and Dale on Letterboxd.Bat & Spider on LetterboxdBat & Spider WatchlistSend us an email: batandspiderpod@gmail.com.Leave us a voice message: (315) 544-0966Artwork by Charles Forsmanbatandspider.comBat & Spider is a TAPEDECK podcast, along with our friends at 70mm, The Letterboxd Show, Escape Hatch, Will Run For..., Twin Vipers, The Movie Mixtape, The Yeti is Still Broken, Austin Danger Pod, and Lost Light. ★ Support this podcast ★
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You wouldn't think that a silent film would give a podcast a lot to talk about. In fact we tried a run of this episode where we were just gesticulating in front of our nice for over an hour. You know? Really capture the essence that is 1922's Nosferatu. Upon the edit though Jesse thought it wasn't dynamic enough. So instead we're bringing you our "talkey" episode comparing the silent original vs Robert Eggers' recent remake. By the end of this episode we'll have answered the question... ARE... Nosferatu and it's 2024 remake... BLOODY GOOD FILMS!?We encourage everyone to watch along while you listen and make sure to comment and let us know what you think. If you haven't already please follow us on Facebook, TikTok, "X" and Instagram @bloodygoodfilmpodcast and remember...Keep it bloody buddies!!!https://linktr.ee/BloodyGoodFilmPodcast...#eggerd #nosferatu #vampire #orlock #silentfilm #Horror #ActionFilm #ActionMovie #ActionMovies #HorrorFilm #HorrorFilms #HorrorMovie #Podcast #NewPodcast #HorrorPodcast
Intet siger hygge med familien som babyer, blod og bordeller... Sæson 10 er officielt søsat, og vi lægger ud med en kategori, der er lige så oplagt, som den er direkte uappetitlig: BABY OMBORD! Altså, VHS'er med babyer på godt og ondt. Mest ondt. Vi kommer eksempelvis forbi alt fra parasitære fostre og hævngerrige kloakbabyer til... John Travolta i en “komedie”, ingen bad om. Niels sparker døren ind med den franske 'Baby Blood' (1990) (eller som den hedder på fransk, 'Baby Blood') – en film, der måske burde være en kunstnerisk kommentar til moderskab, men som i praksis mest er en splattet omgang bodyhorror. En kvinde bliver besat af et foster med en blodtørstig personlighed, som ikke bare kræver ofre, men også har stemme af Gary Oldman, fordi selvfølgelig. Ask følger trop med ultralavbudget-kultfilmen 'The Suckling' (1990), hvor et aborteret foster havner i en kloak, muterer og vender tilbage for at massakrere folk i et bordel-skråstreg-abortklinik. En fuldstændig naturlig udvikling af begivenheder, hvis man spørger filmens manuskriptforfatter. Sonny afslutter aftenen med et dristigt træk: 'Look Who's Talking Too' (1990). Babyen fra etteren er tilbage, nu med en søster med Roseanne Barrs stemme. Fordi verden ikke har lidt nok. Undervejs snakker vi også om vores egne forhold til babyer (spoiler: Ask er ikke fan), og så finder vi frem til den chokerende sandhed – alle film i aften er fra 1990. Er det en konspiration? En filmisk feberdrøm? Eller bare en tilfældighed, der beviser, at 1990 var babyfilmens apex som konsekvens af 80'ernes babyboom? Uh… 'Baby Boom'! Sæson 15 har fundet sin opfølgende babykategori! Sæt dig godt til rette i barnevognen, spænd sutten fast, og gør dig klar til en filmaften, du ikke vidste, du manglede. Og selvfølgelig – en kæmpe tak til alle jer i Klub Moviebox, der holder os flydende i det kaotiske hav af bizarre film. Uden jeres Patreon-støtte var vi efterladt i filmhistoriens højstol, tvunget til at savle ned i tomme VHS-kassetter. Vil du også gerne støtte os i vores utrættelige VHS-odyssé, så hop her ind: https://www.patreon.com/c/moviebox God fornøjelse! Med venlig hilsen, Casper, Niels, Ask og Sonny
With the recent launch of a new $300 retail icon wine, Boulder, Kaiken continues to explore the potential for luxury wines from Argentina. Building on the last 15 years of Kaiken's other icon wine, Mai, Anita Correas, Commercial Director, and Gustavo Hormann, Director of Winemaking, discuss the global market for luxury Argentinian wines, how they approach launching them, and the brand-building impacts for the Kaiken brand. Detailed Show Notes: Kaiken backgroundFounded in 2002 by Aurelio Montes (Chile)"Kaiken" is the name of a wild goose that crosses between Chile & ArgentinaExports to 60 countriesWinery in Vistalba, Mendoza (28ha), vineyards in Agrelo (60ha) & Los Chacayes, Uco Valley (150ha)60% on-premiseFrances Mallmann restaurant at the wineryRecently launched new luxury tier/icon wine - "Boulder"$300 retail price, 3,700 bottlesDeveloped over the last 10 yearsUnique 3ha block in Los Chacayes due to overflow of Arroyo Grande, full of big rocks/bouldersMalbec (64%), Cabernet Franc (28%), Petit Verdot (8%)Boulder launch planLaunched in Buenos Aires, Hong Kong, Korea, Brazil (São Paulo, Argentina's #2 export country), USBrazil's event had a more direct impact on salesMostly press/trade events that are smaller, in-personLikely less on-premise than Kaiken overall, more hand-selling to collectors and Michelin Star restaurantsVR w/ Google Glass to see the vineyard up close and go inside the soil has gotten positive feedback, but it is more expensive than a regular video (required 3 days of video shoots and a special camera)Mai - prior icon wine$100 retail price, 12,000 bottlesLaunched in 2009 from a 120-year-old vineyardMarketing more "maintenance" now2021 - redesigned packaging, got 98 pts and Top 100 from SucklingPrimarily sold in Argentina, then UK, US, Brazil, Japan70% of Argentinean wine is consumed domestically, delaying the need for exportsAverage export ~40% higher price than Chile (export-focused market, ½ the population, 2x wine production vs Argentina)More high-end wineries in Argentina vs ~5 in Chile>$100 market for Argentine wine - "not a huge market"Big domestic market - much of Mai, Boulder sold domesticallyConsumers looking at super high-end often do not look at the country of origin but more at the concept of the wineValue Prop for Argentine luxury wine - not influenced by oceans, high altitude, dessert wines, driven by the AndesReturn on Boulder is more than sales, but brand building for KaikenFocused on relationships with importersWant long-term relationships as they represent the brand globallyReach collectors through import partnersHas affiliated importer in ArgentinaMontes relationshipWas helpful on launch to piggyback on Montes brandNow Kaiken is more independent and only shares importers in a few countries (it used to have the same ones)Kaiken Ultra ($26) awarded Wine Spectator Top 100 (#30, highest Argentine wine)Wine drinkers can graduate from Ultra to Mai and othersKaiken's focus for each range of wines is to over-deliver for the price point vs linking the winesGood press in 2024 for Kaiken - #1 New World Winery from Sommelier Awards, Boulder rated best Argentinian red blend by Patricio Tapai (wine critic), Estate Malbec was Wine Spectator's best value wine Get access to library episodes Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.
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There is huge potential for the leverage of data (and AI) to provide the most modern Citizen digital experiences, but that has to be balanced with managing deep legacy challenges and, of course, security risk. In a special episode this week, Dave and Rob talk to Craig Suckling, UK Government Chief Data Officer about modern public services, the challenges and opportunities in unleashing data in a safe and secure way, how AI fits into all of this and how Governments can lead the way in secure and ethical AI implementation. TLDR:01:56 The Chief Software Officer?!05:40 Cloud conversation with Craig Suckling57:55 Christmas with the kids and Lego! Guest:Craig Suckling: https://www.linkedin.com/in/craigsuckling/Hosts:Dave Chapman: https://www.linkedin.com/in/chapmandr/Rob Kernahan: https://www.linkedin.com/in/rob-kernahan/Guest host Sandeep Kumar: https://www.linkedin.com/in/sandeepkumar99/Production:Marcel van der Burg: https://www.linkedin.com/in/marcel-vd-burg/Dave Chapman: https://www.linkedin.com/in/chapmandr/Sound:Ben Corbett: https://www.linkedin.com/in/ben-corbett-3b6a11135/Louis Corbett: https://www.linkedin.com/in/louis-corbett-087250264/'Cloud Realities' is an original podcast from Capgemini
If the name of the movie doesnt put you off, then we wouldnt be surprised to see the movie itself doing that job instead! This week, the Dreadful duo really have their...hands full, with this 90's B-Movie Schlock and the context it brings. Is this beast really Mommys favourite little mutant? Timestamps: 00:42 - Straight in, Episode 98, The Suckling 13:10 - On the DVD Producers Interview with notes on the making of the film 23:55 - Time to sprinkle a little ATTEMPT of comedy into the movie BREAK 27:38 - ...Lets talk about the abortion, sorry 41:24 - Time to start the cull BREAK 52:07 - A deeper look of Toby our monster and coming full circle to the procedure itself 55:07 - The cliche asylum and the abusive staff it holds 01:00:50 - Obscure post credits melting man scene - - You can also send your questions, trivia and horror topics into the mailbox - thedreadcastpodcast@gmail.com - - - Follow us at: Tom: Instagram - https://www.instagram.com/the_dreadcast Twitter - https://twitter.com/The_Dreadcast TikTok - https://www.tiktok.com/@the_dreadcast Aidan: Twitter - https://twitter.com/AidanHalfTroll Twitch - https://www.twitch.tv/aidanhalftroll
[LDS503] jaQ' & Earl pontificate on the whales of space. This episode covers Star Trek: Lower Decks, season five episode three, “The Best Exotic Nanite Hotel,” focusing on humor, character […]
James Dunnigan's memorable phrase serves as the first part of a title for this book, where it seeks to be applicable not just to analog wargames, but also to board games exploring non-expressly military history, that is, to political, diplomatic, social, economic, or other forms of history. Don't board games about history, made predominantly out of (layered) paper, permit a kind of time travel powered by our imagination? Paper Time Machines: Critical Game Design and Historical Board Games (Routledge, 2024) is for those who consider this a largely rhetorical question; primarily for designers of historical board games, directed in its more practice-focused sections (Parts Two, Three, and Four) toward those just commencing their journeys through time and space and engaged in learning how to deconstruct and to construct paper time machines. More experienced designers may find something here for them, too, perhaps to refresh themselves or as an aid to instruction to mentees in whatever capacity. But it is also intended for practitioners of all levels of experience to find value in the surrounding historical contexts and theoretical debates pertinent to the creation of and the thinking around the making of historical board games (Parts One and Five). In addition, it is intended that the book might redirect some of the attention of the field of game studies, so preoccupied with digital games, toward this hitherto generally much neglected area of research. Rudolf Inderst is a professor of Game Design with a focus on Digital Game Studies at the IU International University of Applied Science, department lead for Games at culture magazine Titel kulturmagazin, editor of “DiGRA D-A-CH Game Studies Watchlist”, a weekly messenger newsletter about Game Culture and curator of @gamestudies at tiktok. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices Support our show by becoming a premium member! https://newbooksnetwork.supportingcast.fm/new-books-network
James Dunnigan's memorable phrase serves as the first part of a title for this book, where it seeks to be applicable not just to analog wargames, but also to board games exploring non-expressly military history, that is, to political, diplomatic, social, economic, or other forms of history. Don't board games about history, made predominantly out of (layered) paper, permit a kind of time travel powered by our imagination? Paper Time Machines: Critical Game Design and Historical Board Games (Routledge, 2024) is for those who consider this a largely rhetorical question; primarily for designers of historical board games, directed in its more practice-focused sections (Parts Two, Three, and Four) toward those just commencing their journeys through time and space and engaged in learning how to deconstruct and to construct paper time machines. More experienced designers may find something here for them, too, perhaps to refresh themselves or as an aid to instruction to mentees in whatever capacity. But it is also intended for practitioners of all levels of experience to find value in the surrounding historical contexts and theoretical debates pertinent to the creation of and the thinking around the making of historical board games (Parts One and Five). In addition, it is intended that the book might redirect some of the attention of the field of game studies, so preoccupied with digital games, toward this hitherto generally much neglected area of research. Rudolf Inderst is a professor of Game Design with a focus on Digital Game Studies at the IU International University of Applied Science, department lead for Games at culture magazine Titel kulturmagazin, editor of “DiGRA D-A-CH Game Studies Watchlist”, a weekly messenger newsletter about Game Culture and curator of @gamestudies at tiktok. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices Support our show by becoming a premium member! https://newbooksnetwork.supportingcast.fm/history
James Dunnigan's memorable phrase serves as the first part of a title for this book, where it seeks to be applicable not just to analog wargames, but also to board games exploring non-expressly military history, that is, to political, diplomatic, social, economic, or other forms of history. Don't board games about history, made predominantly out of (layered) paper, permit a kind of time travel powered by our imagination? Paper Time Machines: Critical Game Design and Historical Board Games (Routledge, 2024) is for those who consider this a largely rhetorical question; primarily for designers of historical board games, directed in its more practice-focused sections (Parts Two, Three, and Four) toward those just commencing their journeys through time and space and engaged in learning how to deconstruct and to construct paper time machines. More experienced designers may find something here for them, too, perhaps to refresh themselves or as an aid to instruction to mentees in whatever capacity. But it is also intended for practitioners of all levels of experience to find value in the surrounding historical contexts and theoretical debates pertinent to the creation of and the thinking around the making of historical board games (Parts One and Five). In addition, it is intended that the book might redirect some of the attention of the field of game studies, so preoccupied with digital games, toward this hitherto generally much neglected area of research. Rudolf Inderst is a professor of Game Design with a focus on Digital Game Studies at the IU International University of Applied Science, department lead for Games at culture magazine Titel kulturmagazin, editor of “DiGRA D-A-CH Game Studies Watchlist”, a weekly messenger newsletter about Game Culture and curator of @gamestudies at tiktok. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices Support our show by becoming a premium member! https://newbooksnetwork.supportingcast.fm/popular-culture
Barbie Lynn's GeneticsIn 30 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the podcast at Explicit Novels. “Nymphomania, while enticing to consider, is still utter madness when experienced.”"Why Mr. Zane, my Barbie Lynn has told us so many wonderful things about you," she sounded so sugary that the honeyed words flowed off her tongue in a manner that was barely coherent. Also, her eyes flickered to the shower where I'd nailed Barbie Lynn repeatedly for forty minutes not all that long ago. Next to me Thomas grunted something that sounded like 'hello'."I'm sure she's exaggerated to my betterment," I pulled that banter out of my tush, my brain was suffering catastrophic blood loss."I can't wait to live in this dorm next year," Laramie came across with a nearly a molasses like drawl as well. "Zane, will you let me use this room next year?""Dude! This is your room?" Jefferson perked up. "Mom, I have to come here next year!""Um, yes Laramie, I'm going to hold this room open to every girl, and perhaps guy, in the dorm. I don't need much space," I said, "so keep out of the way of housekeeping and we are good. Also, you are immune from Handmaiden's Duty while here.""Oh, I was thinking about the game stations, satellite dishes and cable hook-ups," Jefferson added. Jefferson Davis, that name rang a bell."Come on now Honey, a man can't go to a women's," Savannah let that sentence die unfinished. For me, it was keep the lone male status quo; or to get a good night's sleep'."Mrs. Masters, I offer a thin hope for your son; if your daughter could line up some upstanding seniors and juniors, he might slip in under the Zane Exception to the enrollment policy," I told her."You'd do that for Jeff?" Savannah took off her sunglasses and bit one of its arms."Ma'am, I'd wrestle an alligator blindfolded for your daughter. I would certainly put in a good word for her brother," I smiled. I had no idea how tough alligators could be but I knew about crocodiles and those were some mean mothers in their own right. Still, faced with alligator wrestling or no anal-sex with Barbie Lynn, I was getting a belt, handbag and new shoes, damn it.The odds of getting Jeff in were long, Victoria barely suffered Heaven being around, and it would take an act of the Southern Baptist Convention to bring in a male to replace me when I was gone."It would give your Father another option for Jefferson if you could do this Barbie Lynn," Savannah politely replied."That would be great," the kid rejoiced. Yes, he was a fully functioning teenage male."Zane can move mountains when he sets his mind to it," Barbie Lynn winked at me. Thomas saw it but was caught off-guard."Let me show you my bedroom," Barbie offered her kin. They turned and the women sashayed away while Jeff had an almost run-in with Raven and 'company'. Each woman shot a look over their shoulder and smiled at me at some point along their journey which boded trouble."I apologize, Zane," Thomas mumbled. "I thought, deep down, you were weak for submitting to your lusts. Now, I don't, I don't think that anymore.""Don't sweat it," I smiled. "It is only another day for me ending in y.""And don't you be forgetting about me, and how tough it has been resisting Zane," Vivian warned the man she was hoping to marry."A wife should obey her husband," he started, "and a husband should know when to shut up."Lunch and what comes afterI dropped Ms. Reveal's lunch off with just enough sassiness to make her smile and believe that our bad episode was behind us. She sent me to the Vice Chancellor's office a minute later, and while Doctor Victoria Scarlett was conversing over the phone, I felt comfortable to set her meal up in front of her and mine across her desk.Victoria only had this canned ice tea in her mini-frig so I swiped two and set one before her and opened mine. I wasn't exactly sure what it was, it was pretending to be Southern Ice Tea and I pretended to like it. The best thing I could say about it was it was cold. This was our fourth "working" lunch where she would insidiously fill my head with her philosophy and I'd causally remind her that women ran this government, not me; I was a figurehead."What are you doing for New Year's Eve?" she inquired as she daintily cleaned off some crouton crumbs on her cheek. Her look was very intense. I wasn't getting 'quite' sexual signs from her but something, somehow this was personal. That could only mean one thing."I'm spending it with Ms. Rio Talen but no set location has been chosen," I replied."Oh," she paused then, "There is a Science Fiction convention in Seattle that runs from December 29th to through the 1st. My friends and I are attending and Hical asked about you.""Deal but we have to fit Rio in," I agreed."I can send some Universe, TV and movie series and well as costuming information for her to look over," Victoria agreed tentatively."No need, she's a Klingon, a small craft captain whose Father betrayed the Empire and whose survival is a stain on her honor," I told her. "With that barely constrained fury, she's a natural. You teach her how to use that bat-a-rang and,""Batleth," Victoria interjected."Wicked-curved-bladey thing," I continued, "and you'll see. Oh, I'll need an Orion Slave Girl outfit and some green body paint for Mercy and all of her stuff by October 30th, cost is not an object.""I'll call my outfitter when you leave and I must say you are taking this rather well," Doctor Scarlet noted."Why? I had a blast in your office that time," I admitted. "As long as I'm not crawling in, screaming fur-balls, I'm okay. I'll be a human Starfleet Doctor Xeno-biologist who has done surgery on multiple species. A "Doctors Without Borders" kind of guy. I'll get Cordelia to build me an actual tricorder, trust me."We ate, she asked for my sizes, I gave her Rio's and Mercy's sizes; at the Con we were all 'Next Gen' except Mercy who would be Old School for Halloween. She offered me a chance to be a Borg but since they all looked to be in desperate need of a sun tan, I declined. All in all, it barely took twenty minutes."You did a very good job as Mediator this morning," the Vice Chancellor added as I made to leave."It is not so rough," I grinned. "WWKSD?""Wha, oh," she smiled warmly. "What would King Solomon do, clever.""Hell, the Bible has a whole book called Judges. This shit ain't so hard," I laughed as I breezed out the door. Ms. Reveal was waiting, as was Heaven.Heaven had to exert some will to not kiss me on the spot. Christina had lectured us on P D A, public displays of affection, during Homecoming. The more people who knew about us, the more the outcry and the stronger Chancellor's radical decision to keep Heaven on as part as the student body, would be challenged. As it was, our hands would casually brush one another until we got inside my dorm where I chased Heaven up the stairs, pinching her ass every time I caught up.After entering my code, I gauged Heaven's mood deciding we needed some quiet time; there would be too much traffic over most of the floor, and Heaven being too vocal, to get away with sex; and cuddling would be fine anyway. I caught sight of Rio with one of my Marksmanship team mates, Genesis."Hey Zane," Genesis stood up. She was a weird one, going from borderline contempt to grudging respect over the last two weeks. If I didn't know the impossibilities, I'd think she had a boyfriend. "Hope wants everyone at the Amory for an equipment check at seven. We leave at 8:15."Heaven held my hand tightly."Boudoir occopodo," Rio snickered as Genesis made her exit.Heaven's grip nearly crushed my hand, ouch."Babe," I whispered to Heaven, "let me check this out."I disentangled myself and went for the wall of screens that separated my bedroom area from the rest of the floor."Get some popcorn and get ready to sit a spell," Rio joked to Heaven who grumbled. I went around to see who, or whom, were using my room.Inside was not what I expected. Savannah Belafonte Masters had taken off her top (which was peach) and was rummaging with growing frustration through Barbie Lynn's bra drawer. I saw some grape juice splashed on her beige skirt. She saw me, pulled up her shirt to cover her bra-covered assets while looking a bit fearful and upset."What are you doing in here?" she asked softly."It is my bedroom," I replied. "What are you doing in my bedroom?""But, but Barbie Lynn's stuff is in here," she gasped."That would because it is her room too, we sleep together," I answered. That slowed her up for a second. "Can I help you with something?""I, I, I spilled juice on my shirt," she began."And your skirt," I pointed out.""Oh no," she choked back a sob. "What am I going to do? I'm a mess and none of Barbie Lynn's bras, shirts, or skirts are going to fit me." I mused over that for a second."I've stashed some bra extensions around here somewhere and that should allow for the difference is sizes between you and Barbie," I said. "Now give me your skirt and I'll find a replacement." She hesitated so I added. "I'm not going to molest one of my best friends' mom, Savannah. Give me your skirt and I'll take care of everything." This time she did it, though I had to turn my back.I padded back out to Rio and Heaven who had just returned with the popcorn."Rio, Heaven, I need you to break into Chancellor Bazz' residence and steal a skirt like this," I offered up Savannah's."Hell yeah," Rio exulted. "Time for a little Breaking Entry.""Oh, what the fuck," Heaven shrugged. "Count me in." She gave me a quick kiss and the two miscreants headed out on their nefarious mission. I went back to the bedroom and stumbled into Savannah, now with her bra off, eyeing two of Barbie Lynn's double barreled slingshots. Our eyes locked."Right," I spun away. "Bra extensions.""Zane, do you think I'm attractive?" Barbie Lynn's Mom asked.When women say that, they can mean three things;· the truth,· the lure, or· the lie.Some women want to know if you find them attractive. Others want you to find them attractive for nefarious means. Lastly, a few woman want to be reminded that they are beautiful. Savannah was the latter."If you are asking me if you are as good looking as Barbie Lynn, Mrs. Masters, I'll have to say no but that's because you are a lady who is fully a woman and Barbie Lynn is still leaving some of the girl behind. There is no comparison. You are both hot," I affirmed."I don't know," she sighed. "It is with my husband, then seeing you and Barbie Lynn, in the shower,”What's wrong with you and your husband, if I may intrude?" I asked."He had an accident at work, one of his factories, and he hasn't been the same," she sniffed."Do you love him?" I questioned. "Honestly.""Yes, yes I do," she sighed. "But he's just not there.""Do me a favor; come over and sit next to me and I promise to be as well behaved as a Montana Miner (hey, it is where my family comes from)," I said as I sat at the foot of the bed. Savannah very, very reluctantly came over and sat at my bed, but I said nothing."Yes?" she broke down and inquired finally."I want you to laugh," I related to her softly. "Laugh, laugh like you do with small kids.""But, I'm not sure," she began then I poked her in the ribs. "What?" So I tickled her under her arms. Savannah covered her breasts by mistake so I got some finger in and began making her giggle and squirm."Stop it," she gasped for breath, so I rolled onto my side and tickled her other underarm until she finally flailed in surrender."See Savannah, I'm not the bad guy," I grinned. "I'm not seducing you because I think you love Barbie Lynn's Dad and you simple need to worry a little bit less, and love yourself a little bit more.""How do I do that?" she panted."I want you to try on some of Barbie Lynn's new clothes and see what you like, and what your husband might like," I suggested. "I'm not asking you to dress like a teenager; but not every day is Sunday school either." Oh God, I was talking clothes therapy to someone's Mother."But," she stammered."There is a screen right over there," I pointed out, "that you can change behind and the armoire over here has a mirror.""But I'll be parading around here, in my bra and panties," she worried."Well, that's a bonus for me," I shrugged, "but a lady with a body like yours should be wearing bikini's with less material. Look at it that way.""Well, don't ogle, alright?""Sure," I lied. What was I going to say? 'I'll pluck out my eyes?'After several tentative steps walking to the dresser and looking over her shoulder at me with real worry that I might find her either too attractive or not attractive enough, I gave up. I covered my eyes because they gravitated toward her backside like a plant seeking the sun. A minute later she finally spoke up.
Join the Brains as we prep for Fall 2024. We talk about some of our favorite vibey horror movies to get us into the Autumnal spirit. From Sleepy Hollow to That '70s Show to The Suckling to Winnie The Pooh we chat about what movies are getting us into the zone this year. What are you go-to fall movies? Find us on social media:Instagram: @splatterbrainspodcastFacebook: Splatter Brains PodcastOr one of you lovely listeners can e-mail us at brainssplatter@gmail.com
In this episode, we take a look at movies that explore all the ins and outs of bearing a child. Turns out the beginnings of life might be not-so-secretly horrifying. What commentary can horror movies offer on pregnancy, abortion and motherhood itself?Includes discussions of In a Violent Nature (2024), Blink Twice (2024), The Phantom of the Opera (1925), The Suckling (1990), Inside (2007), Prevenge (2016), Baby Ruby (2022), Birth/Rebirth (2023), The Deliverance (2024) and more.Follow us on Instagram and Facebook.Contact us at crystal@spookybitchgang.com and scott@spookybitchgang.com.
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Clinic Nurse explains heterosexuality to sperm recipient.By thomas_dean. Subscribe & listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. I was busy in the morning playing the warden, releasing the bulls, the male donors, from the chastity shield and inspecting their genitalia. Unfortunately, word spreads quickly in the clinic. The bulls chided me about my prospective transfer to the female section. "Afraid of dealing with real men," upbraided one bull. His teasing brought a round of a hearty laughter."I'll return the compliment," I retorted, "in this locker, I wear the crown. Under lock and key, I keep your implement. It is I who frees you from peeing sitting down." Later, descending into the subsurface level, I found myself walking with a group of bulls, phallus dangling free, headed to the gym. One, a Mr.Tim Bogen, a relative newcomer, pulled me aside.Worry etched on his face, Bogen requested permission to pose a question. "What would you think if your husband registered here as a bull?"I pondered for a second. "I'd sleep more nights through, wake up fresh still in my PJs more often and get more cuddling time. My eh—partner would learn the use of his tongue. I might like some cunnilingus, now and then. How does your partner feel about your role here?""She came here on one of the partners' days when they allow the bulls to eh -" The bull hesitated."Screw," I suggested."Kind-of," Bogen spoke hesitantly, "Eh—Interaction is subject to strict supervision. Females are protected, like prized animals, from unplanned insemination," the Bogen grimaced, "Bulls must use a sperm collection condom.""I guess Dr. Velour has an exclusive output contract with her bulls," I surmised."The clinic starts off females in milk extraction," the bull recounted."I'm sure it's just an experiment to see if the exercise of the nipples will fool the body into producing milk," I assured Bogen. "Participants, mostly college girls picking up a quick buck, are paid to have their nipples exercised. What's the worry? You are permitted to work her nips at home. It can lead to renewal, a new beginning of tender moments and bonding.""With me in chastity?" questioned Bogen."With you in chastity," I replied in a comforting voice, "the exercise might increase sexual tension and spur sperm production.""But where does that lead to—for her?" Bogen wondered, "Titty tugging is just a beginning. Each step makes the next step easier. Taking money to have her tits pulled can become selling her body for milk production and then getting knocked-up for surrogacy.""You really starting to worry about a concern that has yet to present itself. Perhaps, you should explore your feelings with Dr. Velour and your partner," I spoke with an encouraging voice, "I'm just a Nursing Assistant in training, not qualified to counsel you and your partner."At the foot of the ramp, I promised to raise his concerns with Dr. Velour. Entering the small theatre next to Dr. Velour's office, I found myself alone with Dr. Velour, now in her freshly pressed pleated dark skit with heels and white lab jacket over a sweater. The other nursing assistant trainees had not arrived."They'll be down," Dr. Velour informed me, "in a few minutes; Pat is exercising her nipples; Cassie needed to take a shower after working up a sweat in the gym; Beth is expressing milk. They'll be down after a shower."Apprised of the Bogen's concerns, Dr. Velour congratulated me, "you did right by referring the bull to me for guidance." With a hand on my shoulder, Dr. Velour asked, "What do you think makes a good Surrogate?""Physically fit enough to carry a baby to term, ovulating, able to conceive," I replied."Physical capability is important. Most women are, but what should I look for in a young woman who wants to be a surrogate?" Dr. Velour inquired."A motivated person," I replied."Indeed, motivations. That's what I look for," Dr. Velour exclaimed, "What I look for in a surrogate starting out is the antithesis of a good mother. First, she's less interested in bringing life into the world than securing an advantage for herself, an objective, material purpose, an expensive house, a limited-edition car, a dream vacation, something beyond their means that a woman might be willing to make the ultimate sacrifice for, giving up a child. Second, it is helpful, that a woman be a bit of an exhibitionist, one who enjoys being the center of attraction, the star of the show.""I don't mean to inquire into your personal affairs..." I started."But you've heard that I financed my medical education by playing surrogate, three times," Dr. Velour chuckled. "I came away in good condition, don't you think? No scars, genitalia intact, abdomen uncut." With a laugh, Dr. Velour reminisced, "medical people are so self-centered that no one noticed I was pregnant—every year.""You were not the center of attention?" I was stunned."A couple years later, I went to a reunion," Dr. Velour recalled, "an alum approached me... `Weren't you the girl who skipped graduation because you were pregnant in the last year and delivered? What did you end up having?'" Dr. Velour smiled as she reflected, "`Money to pay the tuition,' was my response.""Then, you were not the center of attention?" I was confused."Most women feel they are or should be as their baby balloons out," Dr. Velour explained, "Sometimes a husband can be jealous." With a reassuring back rub, Dr. Velour promised, "I'll call the bull in, for reassurance."At that Cassie the gymnast entered in scrubs. The sleeves were cut off to reveal her biceps. Following her were Pat, topless big breasts bouncing, and Beth also topless with pads covering her nipples. "Sorry, Dr. Velour," hands cupped in front of her breasts, Beth apologized, "I've been expressing. I need to sop up the drip."I was somewhat surprised to see both ladies enter in yellow shorts and slippers, displaying their breasts, Beth boldly, Pat looking around nervously gauging our reaction."Let's start with Pat," Dr. Velour began, "But first I begin with an explanation, not an apology. There are no apologies in medicine we're always right." Dr. Velour looked from face to face. Her remarks drew some giggling and a few chuckles."In our last session, we had Amy Warbler get dressed in order to come down here to strip behind the privacy screen. The purpose of requiring a patient to disrobe is control. Beth," Dr. Velour called on the surrogate, "could you explain how our heifers enter to express milk?""It's an assembly line. Heifers report, disrobe," Beth outlined the procedure, "shower, line up for examination, handed a pair of yellow shorts and slippers, assigned a booth for milking.""Human breasts are a secondary sex characteristic, not a sexual organ," Dr. Velour lectured, "They are designed for two purposes: to attract a mate and to produce milk for the sustenance of an infant."Velour called Pat to center stage, "Lets start. The areola, the ring around the mammary papilla, the nipple," Dr. Velour ran the pad of her index finger around Pat's areola, "of a blond, like Pat, is usually a subdued off-white." Dr. Velour looked to Beth. "Under those pads, a brunette, or any other dark-haired woman like Beth should have darker, more prominent areolas."Beth looked with a smirk on while Pat turned her head away as Dr. Velour's hands massaged Pat's breasts. "The Female Breasts," Dr. Velour taught, "infused with network of nerves, spread out widely, are extremely sensitive to physical contact." Placing her hands under Pat's breasts as if weighing them in the palm of her hands, Dr. Velour asked whether Pat suffered any neck or back pain from the weight of her breasts.Rolling Pat's nipples between thumb and index fingers, Dr. Velour lectured, "In bringing down the milk, the heifers in the experimental program start with manual manipulation of the nipples. Unlike milking a cow, by simply squeezing the bossie's teat from the top to the bottom, manual manipulation of human breasts must take a subtle, gentler form of palpating or massaging the nipples to simulate suckling an infant."Ordered to drop to the ground, Pat presented on all fours. Dr. Velour squatted in front of Pat, "Taking the nipples between thumb and index finger," Dr. Velour discoursed, "gently tug one then the other. The subject will after she gets used to the position become quite stimulated." Rising and assisting Pat to her feet. "Try this at home with your partner, but there is another way."Turning to Beth, Dr. Velour called for comments. "Sometimes, direct oral stimulation, properly done, mouth covering the tit," Beth explained, "will be more effective in bringing down the milk.""More efficacious as well as more affectionate," Dr. Velour smiled before she invited Beth to demonstrate. "Beth, you have the most experience," Dr. Velour urged Beth on, "show us how direct oral stimulation is done."Supporting Pat's breasts with the palm of her hand, Beth, with a smile, jiggled Pat's breasts. "Nice jugs," Beth smiled. Beth locked eyes with Pat. Pat's hands tentatively reached out to clutch Beth's shoulders.As Beth craned her head to lick Pat's left nipple, Pat placed her right hand on Beth's head to hold Pat close. Beth slobbered her tongue around Beth's left nipple. Capturing Pat's nipple in the mouth, Beth started suckling.Turning to Cassie and me, Dr. Velour orated as if she were lecturing a theatre full of students, "Suckling creates a vacuum instrumental in bringing down milk. The breast pumps employed in the clinic operate on the same principal. The pump captures the whole nipple and creates a vacuum replicating a mouth suckling." With a smile, Dr. Velour exclaimed, "The body is a marvelous machine!"In front of us, the suckling became louder and more intense as Pat's left hand reached around Beth to clutch Beth in a hug. Beth's hands falling on Pat's hips, yanked Pat's yellow shorts off. The shorts fell to the floor, Pat kicked them off. The two tumbled to the platform of the stage."Breast feeding is a pleasurable experience," Dr. Velour observed, "pre-natal or pre-adoptive practice can reinforce the pair bond which many believe essential to child rearing. The human body is a well oiled machine. Unfortunately, there is no turn-off switch," Dr. Velour chuckled. "We can allow these two go orgasmic for the moment."With the sound of an impending orgasm echoing in the background, Dr. Velour turned from Cassie to me. "One of our bulls has expressed concern over his wife," Dr. Velour explained the problem I had raised, "After his wife came on a couple's day, she decided to join our programme as a Heifer to stimulate her breasts to induce lactation."Cassie chirped, "She wants to be a Moo-Cow and he's worried. I don't believe it""That's the problem," Dr. Velour observed. "It is possible that the husband might fear his role as the center of attention in the relationship is endangered by competition from his wife. Amy, do you have any suggestions?"My attention was riveted on the tussling in the background. I watched Beth's lips slip away from suckling Pat's left breast, planting kisses down Pat's abdomen with a smack. When Beth reached Pat's mound, I heard Pat emit giggling sighs of delight. Pat's legs wrapped around Beth's neck; sucking sounds became louder as the grasp of Pat's legs drew Beth in deeper.Prompted by Dr. Velour to advance a solution for the bull's problem, I saw the answer in the scene unfolding before me. Still watching Beth and Pat in the throes of orgasm, I proposed, "Meet the couples together. Allow the bull to suckle the heifer, suggesting scientific standards require observation for monitoring the technique." Looking at Beth and Patty locked in an embrace on the floor, I added, "that way both will share center stage.""Hmm." Dr. Velour opined, "just let their bodies' wiring take over."In front of us, Beth and Pat shook with successive waves of orgasm. Transfixed by the spectacle on stage, I, sandwiched between the firm body of Dr. Velour and muscle-bound Cassie, felt overheated. "Stimulating, isn't it?' Dr. Velour threw an arm over my shoulder to whisper in my ear."If I were still in school," Looking toward Dr. Velour with a sheepish smile, "I'd skip school this afternoon, find Jerry and fuck myself blind."Cassie laughed. Dr. Velour with an enigmatic half-smile changed my assignment for the day to shower girl in the heifers' shower. "Keep you away from temptation. As you know I have an exclusive on all the Bull's spermatic secretions."The rest of the day passed routinely for a fertility clinic. I spent the afternoon as towel girl in the heifer's section. At the end of the workday, I was approached by Dr. Velour to share a spigot in the employee's shower. Asked for my reaction to working with women, I reflected, "Different things are dangled in your face; the saucy comments and suggestions are subtler; the objective is the same: a cheap jives rather than cheap thrill, but no requests for nipple stimulation, manipulation, suckling, or massages.""How disappointing!" Dr. Velour sounded sympathetic. Turning, Dr. Velour requested I soap her back. Starting with her shoulders I spread the foamy liquid on her shoulders, massaging her neck, lathering her arm pits when she spread her arms out. Holding her head back to look up at the ceiling, Dr. Velour opened her mouth and held out her tongue to catch the gentle beads of water falling on her when I passed the sudsy froth along the sides of her breasts.As I rubbed the bubbly mass down her spine, Dr. Velour, eyes shuttered, demanded, "lower, lower, work out the kinks of a long day." The droplets of soap sparkled as I applied the creamy solution and kneaded the firm, muscular half-moons of her butt.I looked around. Everyone had left me with Dr. Velour alone.Splaying her legs and bending over, Dr. Velour, exceptionally agile, reached for the floor with her hands. Presenting her crack invited an intimate massage. I had seconds to think of a diplomatic solution to keep contact impersonal. I leaned into Dr. Velour teasing her back with my nipples and excused myself for a second in an apologetic tone, "I need to leave you for a second to reach for surgical gloves. Don't go away."Dr. Velour muttered with an undertone of disappointment, "If you must."Locating surgical gloves, I stepped into the Shower girl's bottoms. Topless, I reasoned, ought to be enough stimulation. Returning to Dr. Velour, I first squeezed the bubbles out of a washcloth between those firm half-moons. Then I worked the effervescent fluid into her crack, massaging her sphincter with the pad of my thumb, entering her warm vagina with my index, middle and fore fingers.She moaned as her orgasm overtook her. Though I had intended to keep the contact impersonal, the electric charge of her orgasmic contractions jumped from her body to mine. A flush branched out from the cheeks of my face to my chest. My nipples went erect. I started to laugh at myself for donning bikini bottoms. I felt the urge to rip them off and rub my vagina into her muscular legs. I leaned into her back. We swayed together as the ripples of orgasm shot through our bodies.Suddenly, with a jerk, Dr. Velour pushed me off and stood on her feet. Casting a scurrilous glance at the bikini bottoms clinging to my ankles, Dr. Velour cautioned me, "Kick those things off before you trip."Hands on her hips, Dr. Velour congratulated me, "Not bad! Remind me to give your class some lessons in massage." Staring through me dispassionately, she observed, "It may come in handy." Looking around the empty room, Dr. Velour told me to rinse off. "The night crew will be reporting in soon to service the bulls who come in for a shower after work."Before the heat of our encounter faded away, Dr. Velour walked down the catwalk toward her private changing room. Watching her retreat down the walk of shame, I wondered what had I begun? I had wanted to ensure that contact would be impersonal. Dr. Velour intended nothing different. I felt I betrayed myself husband, but most of all I had betrayed poor Jerry.
Fertility clinic nurse explores magic of sex play in study.By thomas_dean. Subscribe & listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Chapter 4: Fun & Games People Play.My tall and muscular husband Jerry, pleasantly bemused, encouraged my studies and offered his body for practice."First, I wash my hands and introduce myself," I went through my checklist, "Good morning Mr.Warbler. I'm Nursing Assistant Amy Warbler. After I release you from chastity, I'm going to conduct a testicular exam, a complete physical inspection of the genitalia, the penis, scrotum, and testicles.""Oh, please do," said Jerry with a smile.I moved his chin to the right and ordered Jerry to put his hands on his head.Passing my written and practical test, with Jerry's help, I found myself in a somewhat more staid, professionalized environment. On duty, I was addressed as Miss Warbler. I wore medical scrubs replete with a name tag that identified me as a Nursing Assistant.Co-opting in the trial run-through for the hands-on portion of the exam, Jerry complained that I should borrow surgical scrubs for more realism in my exam. "There's something to the medical accoutrements, the scrubs, the name tag, and the stethoscope that promote cooperation of the subject."With Jerry's size and strength, I needed all the help the prop of an improvised costume could bring to assure his pliancy.To accommodate Jerry's quest for realism, I wore one of his white shirts, backwards, over a loose, billowy pj bottom. I preferred the short sleeve shirt to tease Jerry with a glimpse at my breasts. Jerry's T-Shirt fit loose enough; I only buttoned the top button to make sure the top flowed with my movement. To Jerry's suggestion that, on duty, I wear a bra or a T-shirt under the scrubs, I reminded him that paying customers give tips."Tips for Tits!" Jerry exclaimed. "You must model this exceptional garment for me. Bring a pair home.""To leave at the end of my shift," I replied, "I have to walk naked from a communal shower along a steel mesh parapet for 100 paces. How can I spirit scrubs out of the clinic?"Still, even after elevation to a demi-professional caste, we had to strip, stow our street clothes in a locker, and walk naked along a catwalk about 100 feet to communal showers. Instead of the 4AM race of the cleaning crew to the showers, we leisurely strolled to the showers. One of the women walked with the man, idly chatting. Next to me walked a cherubic brunette Darrie. "Think of it as short for Darling," she told me."Appropriate name," I replied, "for the angel who releases the male donor from the cock block to release the built-up eh—tension.""Angel Darlin', now that would be a nice name," Darrie chuckled, "the guys call the nurse in the locker the Angel of Mercy. We call her the `Warden.'"In our practice for my hands on exam, Jerry expressed interest in experiencing me in the role of the Angel of Mercy."Not ready to recognize me as your warden," I chided Jerry.Perhaps, Jerry suggested as he stood naked in front of me that I should have obtained permission to borrow a chastity belt for that purpose. "The clinic might have allowed issuance of the belt, but not the electronic notebook. You might find a chastity grows on you. Without the release button on the electronic notebook, you'll find the belt is easier to get into than to get out of."Under the spigot next to me, Darrie, looking around the shower, sighed. "You're new. The only problem with working at the Fertility Clinic is," a silly expression appeared on her face, "it grows on you.""Quite an interesting comment," I replied, "about an institution designed to grow eh, people.""The longer you are here," Darrie smiled, "the more you're bound up in it, the harder it is to leave, and the more you find yourself willing to do."Though there were enough spigots in the shower for us to keep a respectful distance from each other, we tended to congregate within arms' reach of each other. "I'm going to help you-just for the first few customers-In the locker-just to show," Darrie proposed, "you how to handle eh, the ropes." We both giggled together before she asked, "Soap up my back, will you be a luv?"Turning her back to me, Darrie waited for me to apply a washcloth from the short hairs of her neck to her shoulder blades down to her butt. "Are you married, luv?" When I acknowledged, she prodded me, "to a guy?" At my nod, she added, "you'd do well as shower girl, but today you play warden, unlock them on the way in and lock them tight on the way out."At the clothing counter, Darrie recommended that I wear a T-Shirt under the scrubs, "It being your first time, you might not want guys gaping at your swinging tits.""Tits bring Tips," I quipped.In my practice with Jerry, I went through the protocol: "Second, once the subject has disrobed, the subject should present naked standing in front of you. Some prefer to perform the examination kneeling to the side of the patient. Most examiners prefer to stand to conduct an initial appraisal of the subject's general condition.""Hands on your head, Mr.Warbler, if you please, legs apart," I ordered in a cheerful voice."Why do you need to keep an eye on my hands?" Jerry asked. "Does a 90 lb woman facing fear losing control over a naked, sex crazed man recently sprung from chastity?""Interesting choice of words," I replied.When Darrie and I peeked in the male donor's locker, three or four men completely undressed were milling about inside. Darrie pointing out a fair skinned nervous sort criss-crossing his chest with his arms, "Probably, the new guy, Mr.Flesher," she surmised.Naked except for an inverted triangular shaped dome covering their crotches, the men awaited release. Standing at the entrance the male donor's locker, Darrie whispered, "Unexpected things," an evil smile peered on her lips, "especially with new donors can happen when the projectile is unleashed. Never stand directly in the path of an eruption."We both giggled when I quipped, "Interesting concept."Entering the male donor's locker, Darrie barked, "Line up," Darrie pointed to a line down the middle of the room, "Hands on your heads, the one on top of your head you think with, if you expect your schlong to swing."There were some catcalls from the guys lining up. One called out, "Wear a bra if you're afraid I'll cop a feel.""While I keep your schlong locked," Darrie shot back, "fondling my tits in a moment of joy will bring your cock quite a shock.""You just want to smell my pits," screeched another."Just to check, forsooth," Darrie quipped, "underarms remain smooth and clean and not hirsute." Darrie leaned over to give me advice at an audible whisper, "it's good to keep chappies happy by wiggling your tush and acting a little sassy.""Consider this a eh, dress rehearsal. You're suitably naked and I'm in an improvised nurse's costume," I commenced a test-run of the examination. As Jerry stood hands over his head, I announced the next step, "Third," pausing to seize his penis for examination, I continued, "thoroughly inspect the penis frontal and dorsal,-eh all sides for lumps, swellings, ulcers or scars."At my touch, I could feel Jerry's penis begin to pulsate and gel from flaccid to rubbery. I noticed Jerry's lips pursing. I heard my heart pounding in my chest. Breathlessly, in a dreamy voice combining technical book learning with pillow talk, I gushed, "think of the penis as engineering miracle of erectional hydraulics, a natural pump capable of accomplishing a surge of blood flow within seconds. When the penis swells with blood, the pelvic floor muscles launch the penis eh, into ecstasy."Ecstasy? I questioned myself. That's contrary to protocol which impersonalized intimate contact. Putting aside the delicacy of social conventions, I, focusing on the objective, must conduct procedures by the book step-by-step. The heart may beat faster, the temperature may rise, but the purpose of intimate contact is professional. "Physical contact with a female nurse during a delicate examination can produce a natural reaction in a male patient," I reassured Jerry."Priming the pump triggers the launch. I hope so," Jerry replied.Announcing as we swept into the locker room, "Gentlemen prepare to launch your rockets, 10-9 -8-7 ...," Darrie pushed a button on her notepad. The clang of the plastic covers falling to the ground followed. While I collected the fallen shields, Darry declared, "Fun time! Examination of the genitalia."When she reached Mr.Flesher who managed to conceal himself at the end of the line, he was shaking; his fair skin was burnished red. In a soothing voice, Darry assured Flesher, "There's no shame in a natural reaction to physical contact with a female during a genital examination."Hushing the other men, Darrie sent them into the shower, noting, "Go take care of what you came here to do."As the other men filtered out into the shower, Darrie called me over. "Mr.Flesher," she addressed him, maintaining eye contact, "Let me introduce Amy Warbler, our new Nursing Assistant. I need to report to Dr. Velour our boss that Nurse Warbler is fully capable of conducting exams on her own. Can you help me teach our Nurse Warbler the art of an intimate examination? It'll only take a sec. Then you can get hitched to the hitching post for release. That's what you came here for, right?"In practicing with Jerry, I pronounced, "Fourth, inspect the scrotum. Hmm," I interjected, "I get to keep hold of your joystick. Moving the penis out of the way, inspect all sides of the scrotum. Lift the scrotum to check its underside."In the locker, Darrie thanked Mr.Flesher, "Good! My examination will only take a couple more minutes before you're on your way to the hitching post, release and ecstasy."In my dry run with Jerry, I reached the Fifth stage "palpating," I interjected, "that's an inflated medical term for examining by touch, the testicles.""Inflated? That's an interesting word. Sounds like fun," Jerry's laughter went into the falsetto range when I pinched a testicle."With my thumbs and index fingers," I explained, "I roll the testes between the fingers to detect potential abnormalities. Feel along the duct work, the epididymis tube and the duct deferens which deliver the sperm for ejaculation.""Go easy," Jerry's voice ventured into the falsetto range."That wasn't so bad. Your examination is over," I advised Jerry, "You're free to have fun. Thank you for being such a good boy," I patted his tush, "for behaving yourself and cooperating." I turned my back on Jerry to take off my gloves and drop them in the bathroom."Free!" Jerry exclaimed. When I felt his hands gripping me. Lifted off my feet, I felt the pj bottoms slide away. Bent at the waist, I heard Jerry yell "I don't have to be good, no more, but it will be good."In the locker, Darrie concluded Flesher's examination. "Not so bad, was it? You passed your exam with flying colors," Darrie counselled Mr. Flesher, "You're dangling free. Go have fun with it!" As Flesher walked away, Dearie whispered, "never turn your back on a released donor."At home, Jerry exclaimed, "Time for fun." A wild expression cropped on his face. "The pump's been primed, the torrents will flow." I felt the warmth of his body nestle between the half-moons of my ass while his nimble fingers separated my vaginal lips. Then he hesitated."Go ahead. Fuck me." I ordered Jerry. Tease, denial and release, I wondered as I gasped when Jerry penetrated, was that the magic?Chapter 5: Nature of the AttractionIn my senior year in college, I worked several hours in the early morning before classes in a fertility clinic. It was part of my internship toward my degree in Industrial Psychology. In my rotation as a student intern in the clinic, I, through study and practical training, had earned a promotion out of maintenance into the Nursing Department as an assistant.Smart in her white lab coat and dark dress, Dr. Velour introduced the study to three nursing assistant candidates gathered in her office."We start our study with the male body because it is less complex, designed for an important, but momentary role in reproduction," Dr. Velour's word brought a ripple of giggling to the motley group of prospective nursing assistants."This is a business," Dr. Velour expounded, "We have to recruit livestock, groom their bodies, generate interest in purchasers, draw and refine the product and sell it. Initially, our question in dealing with the men, is what makes a man want to `bind his loins' in a cock-blocker, hitch his penis to a machine and discharge his seed into a hitching post? The answer at least initially is curiosity."I chuckled. Ever since I obtained this internship, my husband Jerry has beseeched me to sneak him in to test his equipment. Didn't I put out enough? I lay crunched up like a pretzel, hands bound behind my back with my bra, complaints squelched with panties in my mouth too often to think differently.It was hard to think of Jerry tied docilely to a hitching post at the Clinic to be jerked off. For foreplay, Jerry preferred wrestling me to the ground. Taken by surprise, forced face down, with Jerry strong hands tugging at the waistband of my jeans, I'd spur Jerry on by pleading, "Don't rip my clothes, Jerry. I don't get paid till next week."Was Jerry jealous or afraid my job involved physical contact with other men? No, Jerry was so curious so much so he wanted me to reenact the protocols in sperm extraction."You come to the clinic through different pathways, bringing different experiences to the study. Dr. Velour looked from student to student, "we have Amy, here, a student in Industrial Psychology at the local college. Perhaps with Amy's background in Industrial Psychology, she will develop a clearer idea the motivation of the persons involved in the people involved in the donation process. Amy?""My ugh-experience tells me curiosity is a good hypothesis," I replied. The room filled with chuckling, "Men are always looking for a new spot to anchor their spar in."When the laughter subsided, Dr. Velour pointed out a girl with muscular forearms and legs, "Next, we have Cassie. She's a gymnast who has been working in the gym; Pat," Dr. Velour pointed out a college girl like me, "a participant in our experiment in inducing the mammary glands to produce milk; and Beth," Dr. Velour pointed to a woman in her mid-thirties, "a surrogate.""Regardless of sex, however," Dr. Velour continued, "the brain is the largest sex organ. Oh, the body reacts to physical stimulation and once aroused can control the mind, but the mind creates the expectations in given situations.""Thus, because male body's function in reproduction is limited," Dr. Velour ex
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In this episode it's us together again in the cauldron and Katie chats with Rachel about all things early weight loss… and gain in babies. We look at: · Why do babies lose weight? · What is normal weight loss?· Are there some babies who are more likely to lose more weight than others?· What's with the panic once we hit the (not so magical) number of 10% weight loss? · And how can we best support mums and babies through this period of feeding difficulty, before we jump straight into the bottles of formula top-ups.· What about IV fluids given to labouring women and the effect on a baby's weight straight after birth? We know there's been talk of a correlation right, but why do we not have any standardised guidelines for this yet?· We try to straighten out the facts on one of those common anxiety causing parts of breastfeeding. All this and the usual banter when us two get together. LINKS: Breastfeeding & lactation: the fundamentals course BJM paper: Maternal intrapartrum fluids and neonatal weight loss in the breastfed infant. 2023Want to listen to the new podcast 'The Feeding Couch'? Find it here or on all good podcast hosting platforms! Support the Show. Please support the show via Patreon or BuyMeACoffee MERCH here! Music Joseph McDade Like this podcast? Leave us a review here Want more from Katie and Rachel? Katie's website Rachel's website DisclaimerThe information provided on this podcast does not, and is not intended to, constitute medical or legal advice; instead, all information available on this site are for general informational purposes only. The Midwives' Cauldron podcast reserves the right to supplement, change or delete any information at any time.The information and materials on the podcast is provided "as is"; no representations are made that the content is error-free. Whilst we have tried to ensure the accuracy and completeness of the information we do not warrant or guarantee the accurateness. The podcast accepts no liability for any loss or damage howsoever arising out of the use or reliance on the content.
Suzie's Showers By LiminallySpaced. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. For more about Suzie's adventures, 'Suzie's Maltese Barter' is at Steamy Stories Podcast. Slowly my sanity returned, and my breath calmed down. I looked at the sizable amount of cum I just shot into Suzie Travino's shower, and turned the faucet spray on to wash away the evidence. Taking a long, deep breath of satisfaction, I stepped back, cock still protruding high and proud from my pants, rested on the edge of the sink and shut my eyes for a moment.It was short lived. "That's a great-looking cock," the voice said. My eyes burst open and my head snapped toward the door. Standing in the doorway, wrapped in only a towel was Stephanie's mom, Sarah. Her hair was ruffled in that sexy just-been-fucked kind of way, and she had a certain glow about her pale skin. "I can see why she likes you." My heart practically stopped. The fact that I had no idea who the "she" was in that statement was concerning. Did it reference Tara? Did Sarah know what my relationship with Tara was like? Did she know what I had just seen? "But then again Stephanie's always had an eye for, talent." she said with a smirk. Stephanie. Of course she meant Stephanie. Jesus, this was all sending my mind in circles. Coming back to earth, I frantically stuffed my softening cock back into my pants. "You can leave the shower on," Sarah said as she slowly walked towards me. I awkwardly shuffled past the girl of my dreams, who was about to shower my best friend's cunt juice off her face and body. "Tim?" she called toward me as I reached the door, "I won't tell if you don't." She offered me a wink and a sly grin, and I just nodded like an imbecile and hurried out the door. Floating down stairs I scanned the party for Mike. I needed to get out of there and clear my head, but I didn't want to abandon my friend. On the other hand, he was a big boy and could take care of himself, so after a quick once over of the crowd I headed out. Walking towards the car, my mind was reeling. I felt a buzz in my pocket. Pulling out my phone I saw a message. From Tara. "Are you ok? I'm sorry I didn't tell you. Please don't hate me" it read. I paused. I searched my feelings; I definitely didn't hate her. I didn't know what I felt, honestly. Was I ok with it because it wasn't a guy? Was I ok with it because I could live vicariously through my best friend? I needed time to process. "Yeah I'm ok," I finally wrote back, "I don't hate you, I just need time to process." Bubbles appeared then disappeared on her end. I could tell neither of us quite knew what to say. "That was fucking wild" I finally offered, breaking the ice "Yeah I know, lol; I definitely didn't plan for you to find out like that, " "It was definitely a, stimulating experience." I offered back. A quick "lol" popped up from her, then a pause. Bubbles. No bubbles. Bubbles, then eggplant emoji, water droplets, question mark. I laughed. It was funny, but it was also more timid than I expected from Tara. I think she was a little embarrassed. But not so embarrassed that she didn't want to know. I sent her back a gif that expressed the excited affirmative, and was quickly responded to with another "lol." Then bubbles, then "good :)" My cock stirred. Not sure where to go from there I started a sign off text when I was greeted by another message from Tara, one that took all the weight from my shoulders: "Let's get lunch tomorrow." I was ecstatic. I missed her friendship so much, and somehow the craziness of tonight seems to have set us on a path to mending things. Thank God. I immediately wrote back an affirmative, then signed off pleasantly with "get some sleep" and headed off once again toward my car with a smile on my face. As I walked down the long shadowy driveway thoughts of the evening's events were dissipated by low moans and grunts. Low moans and grunts that were coming from my car. My ears, and cock, perked up. I stealthily approached my vehicle, peering over the hood of the next nearest car. Through the backseat window I saw two bodies. Specifically two heavenly bodies; the luscious, fat globes attached to the chest of Mike's girlfriend Kerri. Her low cut top had been pulled down, and her glorious, Greek melons were free to the night air, jiggling and bouncing with the rhythm of love. They were different than I had expected. Surprisingly perky for their size, they reached outward and arched to the point of her nipples, as opposed to being more round and falling to the side. Oh yeah, Mike was there too, his head hung back in pleasure as Kerri impaled herself on his cock. Those tits, though. My God. plump and full, pressed together in a delightful bouquet by her arms as she gripped Mike's shoulders. Her nipples were screaming to be sucked, but were disappointingly dry. I was transfixed by their jiggle and bounce so much so that I didn't even realize Kerri was looking directly at me. My stomach dropped in slight embarrassment when we made eye contact, but there was no shame on her breathless, lusty face. The corners of her open, gasping mouth turned upward into a smile at the recognition, and she turned back toward the activity at hand as a shock of pleasure passed over her. I think being watched might have turned her on. "Yes, that's it, baby, that's it!" She moaned as her eyes shut. She was getting close. She bounced hard and fast on Mike's cock, angling toward orgasm, but apparently it was too much for the young man. "Fuck, baby, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum!" Mike bellowed out, gripping on to Kerri tightly. "Not yet, baby, just hold on, just a little longer," Kerri pleaded through gasps, both of them too far gone to change strategies. "I'm gonna cum, baby, I'm gonna cum, I'm; uh" Mike exclaimed as his balls started rocketing sperm up into Kerri. I had no idea if they were using a condom, but something was definitely getting filled with hot love at that moment. "Yeah, take that cum, baby, take that cum," Mike gasped out in a very porny display. Kerri was a good sport, though, and rode him like a champ through his orgasm at the expense of her own. "Fuck, that was so fucking good," Mike said as he came down. I saw Kerri look back over at me, tits still exposed and heaving up and down with labored breaths, and give me a look that said "agree to disagree." I chuckled, and held up my open hand and mouthed "five minutes?" then cocked my head to the side indicating a desire to get going. Her smirk returned and she nodded in the affirmative as she pulled her blouse back up over her bulbous breasts. I chuckled and shook my head, sitting down out of sight in order to give them the time they needed to get decent. What a night. What a fucking night. Alexa has her horny secrets As Tim slowly learns he's not the only horny person in the building, Alexa's diary adds some more racy details. "Yeah, that's it, that's it," I said between ragged breaths, "cum on me; I want you to cum on me!" Gripping the edge of my friend's bathroom sink, my reflection a foggy haze thanks to my hot breath pouring over it, I had only one thought in my mind: I'm in big trouble. To be clear, at that exact moment I wasn't in big trouble, no, at that exact moment I had my skirt bunched up, my panties around my ankles, and my body was awash with the lovely sensations of a perfectly adequate cock sliding in and out of my satisfactorily wet cunt. It felt nice, it was, fine. College was out for the summer, so I, along with many other 18 and 19 year olds from the area, had two semesters-worth of new life experiences to share, and four hot months to share them with as many friends, or other able-bodied, willing participants as possible. This meant only one thing: house parties. It's funny how a few short months can change things. That night I was at the house of a girl I went to high school with, Sasha, who I honestly can't remember ever saying two words to while we were in school together. My step-brother Tim's high school graduation had been earlier that day, and we had run into each other at the ceremony; she was there in support of her younger brother as well. We exchanged overly enthusiastic pleasantries for two people who spent four years together and barely ever spoke, but it ended with an invitation to a party at her house. I gladly accepted. I had a lot of things on my mind, and desperately needed some distraction. My first year at college had brought a lot of new experiences into my life, but at the top of that list was the loss of my virginity. It was my nineteenth birthday, and my roommate sneakily set me up with a handsome bartender that, unbeknownst to me, she had personally vetted the night before. His name was Brian, and he was an older man, gorgeous and charming, a total breath of fresh air compared to the college boys I had fooled around with up to that point. We chatted, we kissed, and by the time we got up to his apartment, I was literally drooling for this man's cock. And what a cock it was; easily the biggest I had ever seen; and I was desperate for it to be the first cock inside me. And boy was it. He made me cum twice, practically sawed me in half with his perfect penis, and when he finally pulled out and showered my body with his hot semen it felt like a coronation. I had arrived. I was a woman, a sexual woman, and I had pleased this Man with my body. I felt amazing. The following morning we both fell into the shower. Our kisses came hot and heavy, lips on lips, lips on necks, hands roaming over bodies, and as the warm water began to cascade down on us I felt him slide his hand down between my legs and dip his finger between the already slick lips of my cunt. I grabbed onto him to steady myself as my legs almost buckled. His fingers glided around my lips and clit, sending shocks of pleasure pulsing through my body, but it was when he curved his finger and slipped it up inside that I really began to vibrate. I needed more of him inside me. I could feel his cock begin to harden against my leg as I gasped into his ear. His big, thick cock. I needed it. Slipping down to my knees on the tile floor of the shower, the water poured over my thick black hair as I came face to face with the object of my lust. My fingers gripped it, felt its girth; I couldn't believe I had fit this entire thing inside me the night before. I held his heavy balls in my hand, then, done with my admiration, I opened my lips and took it into my mouth. I would have worshiped this idol all day if I could, but this wasn't about worship, this was about getting more of that amazing new feeling I had last night, so I sucked. I bobbed my head hard and fast, determined to get that beautiful cock as hard as possible. I felt it grow. I felt it stiffen, and soon it was too much for me to fit in my mouth. I pulled off, looking at the hard pleasure baton before me, and quickly stood up. I kept one hand on him, stroking, encouraging. We kissed again, and then, like a whirlwind, Brian spun me around and bent me over toward the wall. I braced myself, the warm water pouring down my back, felt his hand grip my hip tightly, and then felt the bulbous head of his hard cock inch between my lips. I gasped. He pushed. I stretched. He entered. There it was again. That full, enveloping feeling. At first it was short, slow thrusts; he had only managed to get in the first couple inches; It felt amazing, but I wanted more. He grabbed my hips with both hands, repositioned the angle slightly, and pushed again. This time he didn't stop, and I let out a loud, pleasureful " Uh, as I took the full length of his cock. I lost my breath immediately, and was in a euphoric state of shock as he bottomed out inside me. Pulling back slowly, and pushing in again, my body began to get used to this erotic intruder, sending cascades of cunt juice down my walls to welcome him. As he began to saw back and forth, I became lost in the sensation. Short, high-pitched grunts escaped my lips on each inward thrust; he was so deep inside me. His hands hooked into my hips, I felt my fat, wet asscheeks ripple and shake with each slap of his hips as he started to fuck me harder. My moans got louder as his thrusts got faster. My whole body was buzzing. His groans of exertion just got me hotter and wetter, and I reveled in the pleasure my young body was giving this older man. All I could do was say "more, more, " In response, one of his hands left my hip and snaked further around to the front of my body, slipping back down between my legs. His fingers touched my clit and I almost screamed. Fucking me hard from behind, pushing my body against the slick wall of the shower as his cock drove so deep inside me, my body began buzzing as his fingers strummed my throbbing clit. My arms started to wave, trying desperately to find something sturdy to hold on to, doing my best to brace myself as a tsunami of pleasure began to crest over me. The pressure began in my cunt, swirling inside me, tightening, tensing up. His cock drove into me again and again, racing me toward climax. My walls gripped his shaft tightly, squeezing desperately to stop him from leaving on every outward stroke. His hand not on my clit reached up, grasping my shoulder trying to steady himself, and as a passionate cry escaped his throat, I knew. I knew he was racing toward heaven as quickly as I was, trying not to get there before me, and that was it. It put me over the edge. The spring of pleasure inside me released, and electricity shot through me. My cunt started to spasm and pulse around his thick, manly cock, and he pushed into me once more and held himself there. His arms grabbed my shaking body tight, and he held me as his cock sent me spiraling through the cosmos. It seemed like all systems inside me did a hard reboot, and suddenly I was back on earth being soothed by warm water, bosom heaving with ragged breath, in the arms of a man whose cock was deep inside me. I smiled as I remembered where I was. I shimmied my ass against him to signal I was present and accounted for, and I felt his thick meat throb inside me. His breath was loud in my ear, and as I reached up and felt for the short stubble on his face, I breathlessly asked him "did you cum?" He shook his head no, croaking out "No. Very close." I felt his hands gripping my slick body, his cock pulse inside me with the desperate need for release, his hot, labored breathing, and something unexpected came over me. Earlier in the year I had been at a party. It was the end of the first semester, and after a long period of finals and papers, it was our chance to blow off a little steam while we waited for grades to be posted at midnight. The drinks were flowing, and I was in a conversation with a few fellow female classmates that was quickly turning dirty. "And that's why I always swallow," Jane said, raising her glass in a mock salute, eliciting a laugh from us all. Jane was very tall, almost six feet, and very gorgeous and put together. Her hair was perfectly sandy blonde, her skin always seemingly flawlessly tanned; it was frankly difficult for me to imagine someone as in control as her letting a guy shoot off in her mouth. Then again, they say it's the most efficient way to deal with clean up, so maybe it made sense after all. "ALWAYS?" Said Meera, across from me. Meera was a curvy Indian girl with long black hair, wide hips and big breasts. Breasts she wasn't shy about putting on display tonight beneath her tight, low cut blouse. "Always," Jane said, confidently, "It's efficient, it's quick, and guys fucking love it." Everyone laughed in agreement again. "Why, you don't?" She said, tossing the question back to Meera. "I mean I do," Meera began, "I love swallowing, but sometimes I like to spice it up, you know?" She said through arching eyebrows as she pushed her breasts together with her arms and shook her cleavage at us as we all laughed. Jane shook her head in disagreement. "If that's what you do with spice, remind me never to try your cooking!" We all laughed again. "Oh come on," Meera said with a tone of disbelief, "It's good, clean, dirty fun, and the guys get off on marking their territory. Besides, what else are these honkers good for?" She said, grabbing her bulging breasts with both hands. "Alexa knows what I'm talking about, right, Alexa?" She gestured toward me, "You've got a nice big pair over there; sometimes it's fun to put 'em to work, right?" All eyes were on me as I shifted uncomfortably. "Actually,” I began timidly, “ no." "So you swallow, then." Jane stated more than asked. I pursed my lips in a pained smile and shook my head no. "So what do you do when a guy's gonna cum, just jerk him off?" Meera said, legitimately intrigued. "I just sorta,” I offered with an embarrassed tone “ let him finish it off, usually." "REALLY?" Jane said, surprised. All the girls were very engaged with me now, and I was starting to turn beet red. "Yeah, I mean, I'm still kinda new to it all," I said in defense of myself. "Don't get me wrong, I love giving blowjobs and I love giving handjobs, but I just haven't yet gotten used to, the spice." "Fair enough," Jane said tilting her cup at me, "You'll get there soon, I'm sure." "I just don't see what the big deal is," I offered back with a shrug, "I mean it's kinda fun to watch it shoot out, but it's just you know, goop. And if I'm not having sex, why would I want to use anything other than my hand our mouth to get it?" "It's so much more than just goop, girl!" Meera proclaimed, "It's the pleasure; it's the reward. And sex, any sex, is about using your whole body for pleasure, not just tongues and fingers and cocks and pussies." "I'll drink to that," Jane said, and we all laughed and drank. Later on, as the clock neared midnight, I paced in the kitchen, anxiously awaiting my grades. "I don't know, M," I said to Meera, who leaned on the counter nearby with a near total calm, "I tanked that final. I TANKED it. If I fail that class, I don't know what I'm going to do." "It's gonna be fine, Alexa, you took that class to try something new, and when the time came you knew that stuff inside and out. I saw you in class; you were relaxed, you were confident, you just gotta trust me." "I don't know, it didn't feel like I knew what I was doing, " "Just trust me, girl," she said, taking a drink from her cup. My pacing didn't abate, and I watched as an idea formed in her head. "Tell you what: I'm so confident that you have nothing to worry about, that if you get anything less than an A-, I'll buy you lunch every day for the next semester." My pacing stopped. That was quite an expensive bet she was making. One that she seemed extremely confident she was going to win. "And what if I Do get an A- or above?" I said with suspicion in my voice. Meera walked over to me and pointed across the room at a guy named Kyle, who was playing a drinking game with some of our classmates. He and I were friends, and occasional hook up partners. "I know how hard you've been studying, and I know how long it's been since you and Kyle had some alone time." "He was so sweet during finals; he didn't try to push anything, he even brought me dinner a few nights when I was studying for that damn test." I smiled at the memory. "Well now's the perfect time to show how much you appreciate that," Meera continued, "so for this bet, if you get an A or above on your final,” she leaned in and whispered the stipulations into my ear. I instantly turned beet red. Maybe she had a point though. Maybe it was time for me to broaden my horizons. "Ok," I said, nodding, "I'll do it." "That a girl!" The clock turned over to the midnight hour, and almost on cue everyone began checking their phones for their grades. There were some sighs of relief, some groans of disappointment, but for me, thanks to the bet I made with Meera, there was an increasing wetness in my panties as I waited for the page to load. The wheel spun over and over, and then my eyes widened as I saw my grade. "Let's see it!" Meera cawed, and my cheeks grew red as I gave her the phone, revealing a big, bright A next to my final grade for the class in question. A big smile spread over her full lips, she raised her eyebrows and said "Well? What are you waiting for?" Pocketing my phone, face hot with anticipation, I made my way over to Kyle. He wasn't as joyous as some of the others. "Hey Ry," I opened, "what's wrong?" "Eh, things just didn't go the way I hoped," he said with a dour tone, "I worked really hard, too, but,” He just shrugged. "Hey," I said, reaching down and taking his hand, "why don't you come with me and we can, talk about it." Kyle's eyebrows raised up high, a smirk began to form at the edges of his lips, and he made his way off with me. Drawing him into an upstairs bedroom, I pulled him close, kissed him long and deep, and then sat him on the nearby bed as I went to lock the door. Walking back over to him I stood between his legs. I could tell by the bulge in his pants that he was already starting to get hard in anticipation of what might happen next. I reached for his belt, and in turn he reached out for the button to my jeans. "No," I said, gently pushing his hands away from my admittedly wet cunt, "tonight this is for you." Kyle smiled, and shifted closer toward the edge of the bed as I worked open his belt and pants. I gripped either side of the fabric, and as he lifted his hips I slid his pants and underwear down his legs, sinking to my knees in front of him as I did so. I hadn't seen that many cocks at this point in my life, but I was pretty sure Kyle's was a good one. Decent length, decent girth, I had never had a problem fitting it into my mouth, but it was also big enough to make sure my hands could get in on the action too. Kneeling there in front of him, his cock arched toward the sky, fully hard and straining. Leaning forward I opened my mouth, taking his tip between my lips. A loud, long sigh rose out of his chest. I swirled my tongue around the wide head of his cock, generating as much lubrication in my mouth as I could manage. I was going to need it. I put my hands up on his bare thighs and began to pull him deeper. My head bobbed up and down along the length of his shaft, every pulse and twitch in my mouth making my cunt wetter and wetter. Not usually one for sloppy blow jobs, tonight was decidedly different. Each slip of his cock into my mouth left him slicker and more covered with my saliva, and each outward stroke brought a loud slurping noise from me. "Jesus, Alexa, this is fucking amazing!" Kyle groaned as his breath began to shorten. I felt his cock grow even harder in my mouth; He was getting close. With a wet pop I pulled my mouth off his cock, making sure to leave an extra helping of wetness on him. Kyle reluctantly snapped out of his building pleasure, a confused look on his face. I stood up. Reaching down I grasped the hem of my blouse and pulled it up and over my head, revealing my bare stomach and bra-encased breasts to the low lamplight. I unclasped my black bra, feeling the joy of release as I pulled the big cups away from my large, full breasts. Kyle looked on in amazement. My nipples were hard as rocks. Taking his hand again, I stood him up, and we switched places. I sat on the edge of the bed now, and Kyled stood between my legs, his hard, glistening rod mere inches from my naked chest. It was time to keep my end of the bet. "I want you to fuck my tits," I said, looking him in the eye. His mouth hung stupidly open at this request. He asked no questions, just nodded excitedly. I grasped each of my large breasts in my hands and instinctively gave my nipples a quick pinch, sending a spike of pleasure through my body. Kyle stepped forward. I pressed my tits together, making a long, seductive runway of cleavage. His fat head slid into the tight space between my tits. It was a new and exciting feeling as his full length slid between my breasts, and I couldn't help but give my nipples another tweak as an accent. Kyle groaned as his tip crested out through the top of my cleavage ever so briefly, then pulled back down between them. Jesus, it was fucking hot. I wasn't expecting that. I drooled some saliva down to help aid his way, and I felt a hand grasp my bare shoulder as he began to thrust. Pump after pump he slipped his length between my sweet, pillowy tits, and every time the tip popped out between them it turned me on more. His cock head was a deep purple, blood straining against spongy skin just dying for a release. I looked up at Kyle; he was in pure heaven. I never in a million years would have thought to do this, but now I was thinking I might need to make it a regular thing. My breasts, my body, was bringing him immense pleasure in ways I had never appreciated it could outside of a mouth, or hands, or a cunt. It was if my whole body was a sexual organ. I think this is what Meera had been getting at. Then a sudden cry erupted from Kyle's mouth and he began to shake. He gripped my shoulder tight. His eyes flew open and looked directly at me with wanton desperation. He might not have had the power of speech at that moment, but I knew immediately the question he asked with his eyes. I nodded. He cried out again, quickening his pace. He thrust himself between my plump tits harder and more erratically now. Suddenly the unintelligible cries turned to gasps of "Oh fuck, Oh fuck," and I felt his other hand grasp tightly at my arm. I kept my balance, leaning into him as two final, hard, frantic thrusts burrowed between my swollen tits. Then, as his cockhead surfaced out of the deep ocean of my cleavage for the final time, it shook, it flared, and then suddenly the first rope of hot cum seared the cool flesh of my chest. I gasped. Holding my tits together tight so as to not lose any of the delicious pressure around his spurting cock, I held my breath excitedly as the second, third, and fourth stream of hot joy leapt from his tip and spread all over me. I felt it hit me under the chin, I felt it grasp at the nape of my neck; it was Kyle's total, full body release and relief, spread like exploding fireworks across my chest. I had never experienced the male orgasm like this before. I had never experienced cum like this before. It was exhilarating. We both began to regain our breath as his cock dribbled out the last dregs of his supremely emptied balls, and with a thick slurp, Kyle slipped his cock out from between my cum-covered tits. I leaned back onto my elbows to take in the moment. My chest glistened with sloppy white pools of diamond. "God damn, Alexa," Kyle wheezed, "that was so fucking hot." I looked at him as he took in the semen-glazed sight before him. There was a new look in his eye I didn't recognize. It was at once both a look of conquest, and a look of satisfaction at a job well done. Kyle padded off to the en suite bathroom to get us both towels, leaving me to bask in the moment. Meera was right; there was a certain kind of magic to it. It was then I remembered the final part of the bet. Reaching into my pocket, I retrieved my phone, opened up the camera. Making sure to get the whole spread of the x-rated painting on my chest while cropping out my face, I took a single photograph, snapchatting it to Meera with the caption "you were right :)" I laid there on the bed in silence thinking about that look on his face. It was a special, special look. Standing beneath the falling rain of the shower, feeling Brian begin to slowly-but-anxiously feed his cock in and out of my cunt again, I thought about that look on Kyle's face that night. I wanted to see it again. Slipping off his long, straining cock I turned to face him, then sank to my knees once again. I gripped firmly at his large balls, pulled up tight to his body in anticipation of the coming release, and took the huge head of his cock into my mouth once again. Sliding it deeper, I bobbed my head with purpose, sucking long and deliberate strokes, desperately milking his climax to the forefront. Brian began to shake. His gasps came quicker and deeper. I felt his rock-hard dick swell up even firmer, giving me my final warning. With one last languid drag of my lips along his shaft, I popped his cock out of my mouth. Brian looked down at me with a ferocious hunger. Never taking my eyes off his, I leaned back onto my heels and put my hands on his wet thighs. He reached his hand to his straining, bobbing manhood. I closed my eyes, tilted my head back, and opened my mouth. I felt his body shake as he pumped his cock with abandon, and then, after a final grunt of exertion, I felt the first rope of his hot cum drape itself across my face. Another on my lip A third from my chin into my open mouth. A fourth against my neck. Feeling no more lashes from the most erotic of whips, I opened my eyes just in time to see him milk the final pulses of cum out of his cock and over his knuckles. He let go of his spent cock, and I leaned forward, taking it into my mouth again. Suckling on the head, I looked up at him again, and there, on my knees, painted with this man's cum, I saw the look. Conquest. Ownership. Satisfaction. I had never planned to see Brian again, but I wanted him to know that for at least this one day, everything I had belonged to him. You can imagine my surprise the weekend I came home from school and discovered he was dating my mother. It was a complete and total coincidence, he had no idea she was my mother, but coincidence or not, we had a huge problem on our hands, hence the huge trouble I was currently in. School was now over for the year, and I was going to be home a lot more, and I had no idea how I was going to handle seeing my mother being affectionate with this man I had experienced so intimately. That's why at Sasha's party I did whatever I could to get my mind off the trouble at hand, which on this particular night meant fucking this kid Trevor I knew from honor's math class in Sasha's upstairs bathroom. He was cute enough, and I had had enough drinks to feel pleasant and flushed, so after a short round of catching up and flirting we made our way upstairs. I wasn't looking for love, I was looking for distraction. As I mentioned, his dick was perfectly adequate. Sucking dick always got me very wet, and I desperately needed to get fucked soon, so I slipped his cock into my mouth and bobbed away as I waited for the juices to start flowing inside me. I quickly got wet, alright, but the problem was every time I closed my eyes it was Brian's huge cock I was sucking, not Trevor's. I tried to shake off the thoughts, so I slid my panties off, hiked up my skirt, and bent over the sink. I heard the tear of a condom wrapper, and then I felt Trevor's hand on my ass as he quickly fumbled with his cock to find my wet opening. I thought about how I had fucked Brian bareback. Twice. Trevor pushed clumsily and after a few tries I felt my cunt walls stretch to welcome him. My mind drifted to how expertly Brian had warmed me up and fed my body his massive cock. How it split me wide. Trevor's cock was nice, but it wasn't, that. Trevor humped and fucked at me, his hips slapping against my ass as his cock drove up into me. It felt good, but it was nowhere near good enough to get me to cum, or to drive the thoughts of Brian's magnificent cock from my mind. Pleasant as this experience was, It wasn't working, so I was ready to move on. Stealing a trick from my roommate Claire, I called out in my sexiest moan "Cum on me; I want you to cum on me!" This was a command that seemingly no man could resist, and instantly drove them to the brink. I had only given this command once before, to Brian that first time he fucked me, and for him it wasn't a shortcut, it was an honest request to be showered in his seed. The thought triggered something inside me and I felt my orgasm start to build, but the shortcut worked before I could wrangle it. Suddenly my cunt was empty of Trevor's cock and I heard the snap of a removed condom. He gripped my wide ass with one hand, trembled and shook as he jerked his cock with the other, and then with a gasp and a groan I felt his hot cum spurting out and lashing the flesh of my ass. It was, fine. Trevor's cock, his cum, while nice, did nothing to remove the memory of being properly fucked and claimed by the man who was now my mother's boyfriend. Trevor and I cleaned up, he kissed me, thanked me, and exited, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I looked at myself in the mirror and sighed heavily. "What the fuck am I going to do?" Chapter 14: Stephanie gives Tim an explosive graduation present. The sunshine sneaking through the cracks in my window shades told me it was Saturday morning. The hardon between my legs told me I was awake. Last night was a whirlwind, and I honestly wasn't even sure it all really happened. After losing my virginity the night before, yesterday had begun with me emptying my balls into the slick womb of my step-sister's best friend, followed by my high school graduation, all leading to a mega party at my classmate's house where I seemingly made up with my best friend Tara, found out she was dating Sarah (my next door neighbor and longest crush), watched them fuck, and then ended with me shooting my nuts off into an empty shower right before Sarah walked in on me and told me I had a "great-looking cock." Oh yeah, and then I got caught peeping by my friend Mike's girlfriend Kerri as they fucked in the back of my car, which I'm pretty sure turned her on. It had been a wild 24 hours. Still hard from the magic of the morning and the memories of last night, I pulled the covers back, fished my cock out of my pajama shorts, and examined it while I let it breathe. Sarah called it "great-looking." Stephanie called it "gorgeous." Tara called it "fantastic." I had looked at it before, but I had never really LOOKED at it. As the teenage guy I was, I always worried that my dick would be inadequate, that it would be too small, that it wouldn't be able to get hard, but up until very recently I never had any independent commentary done on it. I had to say I was a fan of the results. And looking at it now, I could see what they saw in it. It was thick, it was hard, it was a good length, it was, proud. My fingers passed over it gently and I briefly thought of replaying the scenes of the previous day and jerking off, but I was meeting Stephanie later this evening for my "graduation present," and I wanted to stay at the ready just in case the evening went the way I hoped it would. Stephanie. She was an enigma. We had fucked twice, and she had finally opened up to me a bit, but she was still playing games. I needed to get to the bottom of why she was acting weird about us, hopefully after I got to the bottom of her cunt again with my "gorgeous" cock. My cock stayed hard as I showered, but I resisted the urge there too, even as my dirty mind circled back toward Mike's girlfriend Kerri. I knew it was wrong, but, damn she had nice tits. The way they bounced as she fucked was intoxicating. It was a shame that Mike wasn't giving that girl everything she needed and then some. Heading downstairs for a coffee before I left to meet Tara, I cheerily greeted my step mom Kelly, but was met with a distracted "mmhmm," which was decidedly out of character for her. She sat at the kitchen table nursing her own coffee, staring wistfully out the window. Something was up. "What's up, Kell?" I said, sitting down to join her. "Nothing, honey, it's fine," She begged off, stirring her coffee idly. "Come on, Kelly," I said, not buying the front she was putting up, "you always said I could talk to you about anything, so you should be able to do the same with me!" "You're so sweet, Tim," she smiled. She let out a big sigh, and leaned backward against the back of her chair. "It's Brian, my, friend." she finally let out. The pause before "friend" spoke volumes to me. I don't know what they had been doing with each other, but they were clearly more than friends. "What about him?" I said, filling the space of her pause. "I don't think I'm going to be seeing him for a while." "No? Why, what happened?" Kelly began to answer but before the words came out, my step sister Alexa came bouncing into the room. "Morning," she said, flatly, not registering the vibe in the room. Her mom's less than enthusiastic response gave her pause the same way it did me, and she turned her attention toward us. "What're you guys talking about?" "Brian broke up with her," I blurted out bluntly, looking Alexa dead in the eyes. I watched the color leave her face, and her body tensed up. Unbeknownst to Kelly, Brian had been the one to take Alexa's virginity, which created a conflict of interest to say the least, but Brian made Kelly happier than I had ever seen since my dad passed away; I was really hoping this wasn't all because of something Alexa had said to him. Maybe it was, or maybe the knowledge that he had pushed his dick into his girlfriend's daughter was just too weird for him, who knows. "We didn't break; I mean we weren't,” Kelly stammered, “ I don't know what we were. He said he had some stuff he had to deal with, and that he needed some space, so he's not going to be around for a while, that's all." "Jeez, mom, I'm sorry," Alexa said, sitting down at the table now. There was still a slight sense of panic on her face. She reached out and touched her mom's hand lovingly. "Yeah, he seemed nice," I added, still staring at Alexa. "Thanks, you guys," Kelly said warmly. She basked in our love for a moment, then snapped out of it. "Anyway, it is what it is. I need to get going - Sandy and I are going shopping. What're you kids up to today?" "I'm getting lunch with Tara," I said, bringing some lightness back to mind. "That's great, honey!" Kelly beamed, "I like her; I miss seeing her around." "Yeah, me too," I said, smiling back at her. Alexa remained silent, but the positive energy of my plans with Tara seemed to be enough to get Kelly moving. "Well you two have fun," she said, "I don't know what time I'll be back, shopping might turn into drinks after shopping, who's to say" she chuckled. Getting up from the table she made her way around, kissed us each on the forehead, and went off on her way. Alexa and I sat in silence. "What did you say to him?" I whispered bluntly. "Nothing!" She loudly whispered back "I haven't even seen him since he was here the other night!" "Well the timing is pretty damn convenient," I grumbled. We sat in silence for another moment, both thinking through the scenarios. "Listen," I finally said, "I know it's weird that you two, you know, but you don't see how happy she is when he's around. She needs this. I think you should go talk to him and try to smooth this all out." I couldn't believe what I was saying. Not only had Brian fucked Alexa (twice!), but I also knew from first hand experience that he had some kinky shit going on with Sandy and her husband Don. It was for the first time, in that moment, that I realized all of that took a backseat to Kelly's happiness. I wanted it for her. She deserved it. "Fine," Alexa said, exasperated, "I'll see if I can find him and I'll, talk to him. I'll try and make this all right." "Good." I said with a sigh. "You're doing the right thing." I had no idea if that was true. "I gotta go meet Tara," I said, finishing my coffee as I stood up. "By the way," I snorted as I made my way past Alexa, "you might wanna take a shower, you smell like a beer hall." I had no idea where she had been the night before; I'd have to remember to ask Stephanie for the details later. "God, Ridley and Ms. Dorman?" Tara said in disbelief as she took a pull from her soda. "I still can't believe it." "Yeah, me neither," I replied with a chuckle. Lunch with Tara had been great so far. We slipped right back into our old rhythms, joking and laughing as we gossipped and caught up. Somehow the pressure was gone, at least for the moment, and the warm glow I felt in her presence had returned. It didn't hurt that she looked great today, too. Even on days like today, when she wasn't trying to impress anyone, Tara couldn't help but bring a certain smolder. Short gym shorts and knee high socks showed off her thick thighs, and the bra she wore under her loose tank top had extra straps that draped across the top of her tits, accenting them while not being overly flashy. "What was his dick like, did you see it?" She said, leaning in, munching on a french fry. That was the Tara I knew and loved. "Curved and kinda small," I responded with stifled glee. I was certain I had a nicer cock than the resident lothario of the local educational system. "Jesus, Miller, you're becoming quite the experienced peeping tom, huh" She joked, smiling wryly. She was sure right. A couple weeks ago Tara and I had witnessed my next door neighor Sarah get fucked in full view of her bedroom window, then a couple days ago I caught my favorite teacher fucking the gym teacher in a classroom, and last night, God, last night. Last night I had watched Tara and Sarah eat each other out at a graduation party. My best friend and my biggest crush fucking each other. "Yeah, I'll say," I responded. A long pause hung in the air between us as we both remembered what happened last night. It had been a hell of a way to find out about Tara and Sarah's relationship, but somehow it also seemed to diffuse the tension between us. That being said, it was still another highly erotic experience we shared despite neither one of us ever touching the other. My cock twitched in my pants at the memory. All of a sudden my attention was brought back to the here and now as my gaze fell across the outdoor patio we relaxed in. Two new patrons had entered, and just been seated. It was a medium height, skinny African American guy about our age, and a tall, thick-thighed strawberry blonde with two of the biggest tits I had ever had the pleasure of seeing, that sat beneath a modest, knee-length sundress. "Hey," I said to Tara, breaking the silence finally, trying not to stare at the couple across the way, "See that girl over there?" I slyly flicked my eyes in their direction as I spoke. "Who, the redhead?" Said, looking right over with no such attempt at conspicuousness. "Strawberry blonde," I corrected her, "or at least that's what she likes to say." Tara rolled her eyes. "That's Rachel." Tara's eyes went wide. "The one from the prom, who, you know,” she whispered at me now, making a slight "jack off" hand motion for emphasis. "Jesus, stop that," I chuckled, swatting at her hand before Rachel could see. "Yeah, that's her," Tara side-eyed her as she and her companion settled in with their menus. She looked good. Big tits straining against the front of her dress, neckline low enough to show off her collarbones and a hint of her deep cleavage but high enough to remain decent, thick thighs crossed over each other stemmed out from the flare of her dress, cute, conservative, white sneakers on her feet. "She looks pretty uptight," Tara said dismissively, "I'm sorry she got grossed out by your cum, but frankly I'm not really surprised; she seems like the 'dry handy under a thick blanket' type." My eyes went wide, at first in disbelief that Tara would use that kind of language in a public setting, but then because I couldn't believe she remembered the "ew, gross!" story. It had been pretty hurtful to me at the time, and she remembered, and was even now trying to make me feel better about it. We sat in a small silence again as we both side eyed Rachel now. It was good to have my friend back. "Man, redheads just seem to always have the best tits, don't they?" she said finally. All I could do was nod. I remembered those tits, fat and wide, bursting through my fingers as I squeezed them; Jiggling seductively as she stroked my cock; lashed with a thick line of my hot semen. Semen Tara didn't think was gross. Redheads always have the best tits. Sarah was a redhead. Sarah had fantastic tits. I had seen Tara's hands and lips ravage them just last night. This conversational segue could not be avoided. Clearly we weren't sure how to broach the subject, so Tara employed a tried and true method: she batted her eyes back towards me and said "truth or dare?" I smiled; those three words were comforting coming from her, even if our conversation was about to get potentially awkward. "Truth," I offered back. "Do you,” she began. She paused momentarily to think through her words. "Are you ok with everything that happened last night?" "Am I ok with watching two gorgeous women eat each other out, feet from my face?" I chuckled, deflecting the question, "yeah I'd say I'm ok with that!" Tara looked away with slight embarrassment, her cheeks flushing red ever so slightly. "No, I mean, are you ok with me and Sarah?" she said as she picked nervously at her fingers. "I know how much you like her, but you never made a move, and you seemed to be, preoccupied, with Stephanie, so I just,” she paused again, a slight grimace on her face. “ are you ok with it?" "Honestly, yes, I am," I told her. It wasn't a lie. "I'm happy you're happy, for real." I thought back to last night before adding "and I mean, if I get to live vicariously through you, who am I to complain?" We both chuckled as Tara's blush began to return. "You know me, Miller," she said, meeting my gaze with her bright, sparkly eyes, "I'm an open book." Our eye contact lingered. "Truth or dare," I said, actively ending the moment. "Truth," she quickly responded I asked the one question I was dying to know the answer to: "How the hell did you two get together?" Tara smiled and looked a way a moment. "Well," she began, "oddly enough, she actually approached Me. I wasn't prepared for it, but honestly, after that day you and I watched her, I couldn't get her out of my head. That body of hers was amazing, she was so hot, I had no idea!" "Yeah, join the club," I joked. "She started flirting with me after school, and you had told me she and Stephanie had hooked up, so I knew she was 'open to suggestion,' so once things went the way they went with Bud, I just, went for it" She smiled a coy smile. "And she went for it right away?" I asked, breaking the rules of the game. "It took some convincing," Tara said with a smile, "she's not totally comfortable with people knowing about that part of her sexuality yet,” Her eyes drifted wistfully and she licked her lips “ but we agreed to go on a date, and, well let's just say I got a hard yes after I convinced her under the bleachers with my fingers and tongue." My cock immediately went from six to midnight. Under those bleachers was where Sarah told me she had a very unsatisfying loss of her virginity, so it was extra arousing to hear Tara worked some real magic on her in that very same spot. Good for her. Fuck I wish I could have seen that too. "So wait," I said as my mind cued in on a detail, "are you guys like going out? Like not just fooling around, actually going on dates and stuff?" It was an important distinction. Tara had been with plenty of people, but she never had a steady boyfriend (or girlfriend) as long as I had known her. "Yeah," she said, with another coy smile, "we've gone out a couple times, and it's, really nice." She was starting to almost glow as she spoke of Sarah, now. I had never seen her like this. "I think she, "she paused excitedly as she was about to cross a threshold totally new to her. “ I think she's my girlfriend!" I had a smile on my face that matched hers. I was so happy to see her happy. "That's amazing, Tara, really." "Thanks, Miller," she said, meeting me again with those sparkling eyes, "that means a lot." We smiled at each other with the love of two close friends, until the moment was ended by my buzzing phone. It was Stephanie. I turned my attention to my phone. "Important stuff?" Tara said dryly. I think she knew who it was even without asking. "It's Stephanie, I'm picking her up after work, she just wanted to confirm time and stuff. I barely registered Tara's languid nod before she excused herself to go to the bathroom. The stiffness in my pants had abated a bit, but I felt that rush return as I thought about tonight with Stephanie. My graduation present. Good God, what could it possibly be? Mind wandering idly, my eyes drifted across the patio, over to Rachel; I caught her looking right at me. Her eyes darted away quickly, but then, as her companion got up to presumably go to the bathroom himself, she allowed her eyes to meet mine for real. I smiled kindly and waved slightly. Unlike the last time I saw her, at church, this time she smiled back and matched my wave. Her eyes hung on mine a little longer, I saw her legs shift under her, and she looked away. I kept looking, however, and saw that same flush in her upper chest that I saw at church. She was remembering. "So, truth or dare, Miller," Tara said as she plopped back down into her chair. As she reached for her soda, I noticed something seemed different about her. It was subtle, but she had tied her loose tank top into a knot, pulling the fabric tight to her body, and somehow she seemed to be, bustier. Her tits sat a little bit higher, and those extra straps across the top of her globes seemed like they were getting put to work. "Truth," I said, as my cock twitched in my pants. "What's going on with you and Stephanie?" she said, somewhat reluctantly. "Honestly, I'm still not sure. Things are, progressing, but it's all still pretty weird. "Have you guys,” she couldn't bring herself to finish the question. "Yeah," I began, followed by a slight pause, "twice. First time the night before graduation, and then again the next morning." For a slight moment Tara's face turned cold. She looked down, stressfully picking her fingers for a moment, and then just as quickly she was back into the conversation like nothing had happened. "Where did you cum?" Tara said with a big inhale of breath. "Inside her. Both times." I watched Tara's legs shift slightly and caught her as her tongue slipped quickly along her lips. " And THEN, she tells me she's leaving for college in three weeks!" I just shook my head and we both laughed. "Sounds like you got a lot on your plate, Miller," Tara said with a far away lilt in her voice. "For real!" we both chuckled, and then the silence returned. I thought about that question. It wasn't out of the norm for Tara, but still, "Truth or Dare?" "Truth," Tara said, clearing her throat. "Why did you want to know where I came?" I saw her cheeks begin to blush again as she fumbled for an answer. "I, wanted to make sure she's treating you right," she said finally, looking me in the eye again, "I don't want to have to coddle you through another 'ew, gross' scenario," she said with a playful scrunch of her cute nose. Our eye contact lingered, and then my need to vent got the better of me. "She seems to enjoy playing weird power games with me though." "Power games?" Tara inquired, suddenly very interested. "Yeah like,” I leaned in, as to not broadcast the graphic story i was about to tell, “ I went to this party at The Spot, and was talking to this new girl, and Stephanie showed up and totally cock blocked me. Not that I was trying to bang this girl, but Stephanie totally shut it all down." "Weird," "And then this other time when I was driving her home, she pulls out my cock, starts jerking me off, and then says 'this belongs to me!' And she's totally weird about it all when Alexa is around, it's been a trip." I sighed. "I don't know what's going on. I don't hate it, but it's all very confusing. But since we've started having sex, well she seems to really like it, I think" Tara paused in contemplation for a moment. Suddenly an impish smile spread over her lips, followed by "Truth or dare?" The mischief in her sparkling eyes got to me. I chose "Dare." "You know, I'm glad things are getting back to normal, but I don't think we're even just yet, Miller," she said in mock offense, "you're going to see Stephanie tonight, right?" "Yes," I said suspiciously. "Well I say we level the playing field: I dare you to record yourself fucking Stephanie, and send it to me." My eyes burst wide, and my stomach sank. That was quite an ask. It made me extremely nervous, but it also made me extremely turned on. Tara wanted to wipe the slate clean by watching me fuck. This wasn't just a ceremonial request, right? Tara wanted to watch me fuck. My best friend Tara wanted a sex tape of me fucking Stephanie. Probably to masturbate to. "I don't know, I don't know if Stephanie would; " "Sarah didn't know you watched us last night," Tara said, cutting me off, "so why does Stephanie have to know?" She playfully bounced her eyebrows at me. I stared at her deep and hard. She was fucking serious. "Ok," I finally said. She smiled. Jesus, what were we doing? Stephanie and I had just gotten over the fact that I had secretly heard her orgasm sounds through the floorboards, and now I was going to secretly videotape her having sex? Whatever unspoken shit there was between Tara and me, it was going to get destructive, I could tell, but neither of us were willing to tear the bandaid off. And honestly, I think we both just found it really hot. "Good!" she said, "I look forward to it!" A sensual smile beamed at me below piercing, dark eyes. I could see her nipples pressing through the fabric of her bra and shirt. What the hell was I getting myself into? We settled our bill and parted with a hug, making plans to hang out later in the week. I felt good about us. We had told each other everything and made it through. Well, I hadn't told her about Christine, or Mike and Kerri, but ALMOST everything. And we were happy for each other. I wasn't sure how I was going to complete this dare, but that was for another time. After running a few other errands I had to pick up Stephanie from work, and see what her "graduation present" had in store for me. Leaving the cafe I took one glance back at Rachel, who I once again caught looking in my direction. Those glorious tits of hers raised high as she took in a breath. One reconciliation was ticked off on the list, so why not another? I should message her soon. Pulling up outside Stephanie's work, I immediately texted her to tell her I arrived. I was way over excited. My cock was already hard as a rock just thinking about what might come next. "Give me like 10 minutes, and then come in" popped up in reply. My cock throbbed. I was afraid I might just cum in my pants in anticipation, but that worry went away when I saw someone exit the coffee shop. It was that guy who drove Stephanie home the other night. That cold pang of jealousy dropped hard into my stomach. I didn't know this guy, I had absolutely zero reason to be suspicious of him, but that didn't stop me from hating his guts. My cock flagged a bit as I played over scenarios in my head between him and Stephanie that would make me angry. Dirty scenarios. But then my mind drifted to Christine. Here I was jealous about wanting to have Stephanie all to myself, but barely a week ago my cock was in the mouth of another woman. If I was going to be real about this, I needed to nip that in the bud, even though Christine Did mention there being a "next time." A next time where she wanted me to, "Ok come on in :)" popped onto my phone screen with a buzz. I shook the thoughts of other women and lascivious men out of my mind, and made my way inside the coffee shop. It was dark. The chairs had been put up, the floor had been swept, all the lights in
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Friday – Jim is moving again; food prices are high and cable tv is dying. Prime Time Kitchen with Orlando Weekly Restaurant Critic Faiyaz Kara on a week of incredible eating and the best thing he ate, Mediterranean cooking, donuts and ice cream. Rich Tips with Candace on savings with Apple card and the Amazon Prime card. Rauce Thoughts on things to reappreciate. Plus, WOKE News, Sink or Sail, Embers Only, Trivia & Last Call.
In Ep. 307 Ken is visiting Paris Disney so Dave welcomes Catherine Bernard back to the show to discuss homeless at the airport, a sweet story from the bowels of ATL, uneducated sailors, madness at a Boston area school, defecting from Russia, a canned Boeing executive, a no knock raid on a non violent suspect, and an update in Ashlyn Griffin.
Join us in today's episode where we sit down with the amazing Dan Suckling to dive into "The Mind of An Entrepreneur." Get ready for a casual yet eye-opening conversation as Dan shares his insights and experiences navigating the entrepreneurial world. We're breaking down the real stuff that goes on inside an entrepreneur's mind. Tune in for some real talk on what it takes to thrive in the world of entrepreneurship. You won't want to miss this candid chat that's both relatable and inspiring!Where to find the guest:https://www.fitprouniversity.comLearn more about www.MyCoachAi.comThis is the official partner of The CreateU Experience podcast. The first-ever platform that consolidates what coaches and businesses need to get more customers. By automating the repetitive tasks, leveraging algorithms, and optimizing communication to better deliver courses, memberships, and 1-on-1 coaching - www.MyCoachAi.com is here to support your growth.that consolidates what coaches and businesses need to get more customers. By automating the repetitive tasks, leveraging algorithms, and optimizing communication to better deliver courses, memberships, and 1-on-1 coaching - www.MyCoachAi.com is here to support your growth.
Welcome back to the coop. In today's episode we are going to dive into the next 30 days of your wallet being stripped of all its dignity. That section is long so all we have after that is a deep dive into some new potential game ideas and Ip's. So, sit back, and relax, unless you're operating a vehicle and enjoy the show. 00:00:17- Intro00:05:25-What have we been SUCKLING on? 00:39:58- 30 days and many games01:16:05-Prince of Persia the Lost Crown Demo Impressions01:27:55- Let's make some new Ip's01:51:50-Outro Thank you for listening. Help us keep CO-OP Plus One going by sharing the podcast and leaving reviews on your podcast platform of choice!Email us your questions related to gaming or ideas for Split Screen decisions and Underrated Overrated questions atcoopplusone@gmail.com
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We've had several listeners write in asking that we do an episode on Pica, which is the condition where cats eat non-food items. Plastic bags, ribbons, cords, and hard plastic items are the most common objects pica cats are attracted to. Joining us on this podcast is Dr. Brian Hurley, with AmeriVet Veterinary Partners, to talk about the medical side of this behavior.
We've had several listeners write in asking that we do an episode on Pica, which is the condition where cats eat non-food items. Plastic bags, ribbons, cords, and hard plastic items are the most common objects pica cats are attracted to. Joining us on this podcast is Dr. Brian Hurley, with AmeriVet Veterinary Partners, to talk about the medical side of this behavior.
From the director who brought us some actually good episodes of Star Trek later in his career, this movie… it's terrible. Bad jokes, unexciting nudity from Rebecca Balding, and one of the worst movie monsters you'll ever see. You know that uncle or cousin of yours, the one that puts off an icky vibe? This is probably one of their favorite movies. So, skip the flick and just enjoy our re-telling of the story that is the movie The Boogens. This isn't usually the case, but sometimes the podcast is better than the movie on Loathsome Things: A Horror Movie Podcast! You can reach out to us on Twitter: @LoathsomePod Instagram: @LoathsomePod Facebook: @LoathsomePodcast Email: LoathsomeThings@gmail.com The Loathsome Things Official Top 10 Greatest Horror Movies of All Time List (of those we've reviewed for an episode of Loathsome Things: A Horror Movie Podcast) (1) Tobe Hooper's The Texas Chain Saw Massacre (1974) (2) Andrzej Żuławski's Possession (1981) (3) Brian De Palma's Carrie (1976) (4) Rose Glass' Saint Maud (2019) (5) Bob Clark's Black Christmas (1974) (6) George A Romero's Night of the Living Dead (1968) (7) Alex Garland's Men (2022) (8) Miike Takashi's Audition (1999) (9) Ti West's X (2022) (10) Jeremy Gillespie and Steven Kostanski's The Void (2016) Honorable Mentions: Beyond the Door III (1989) – American teens take an evil train ride across bad-times Yugoslavia! The Pit (1981) – A coming-of-age story about seeing boobs, evil teddy bears and feeding beasts! The Suckling (1990) – An abortion monster kills a house full of sex workers on his way home!
Content Warning: violence against children and by children is depicted in this film, as is violence against and by animals. This includes a scene in which an animal commits violence against a child. God is dead, welcome to beautiful Argentina! This time we reviewed a demonic possession apocalypse movie that absolutely slams. Put away your flashlights, your gunpowder, and your fear of death, because they won't help you here! That's right, it's a zombie movie where instead of zombie you get demonic possession and the attempts of devils to be born into the world via Se7en-style bloat-bodies. There are rules to follow and fools to not follow them. Join us to figure out how that crazy Possessed-defeating doo-dad works in this most bonita episode of Loathsome Things: A Horror Movie Podcast! You can reach out to us on Twitter: @LoathsomePod Instagram: @LoathsomePod Facebook: @LoathsomePodcast Email: LoathsomeThings@gmail.com The Loathsome Things Official Top 10 Greatest Horror Movies of All Time List (of those we've reviewed for an episode of Loathsome Things: A Horror Movie Podcast) (1) Tobe Hooper's The Texas Chain Saw Massacre (1974) (2) Andrzej Żuławski's Possession (1981) (3) Brian De Palma's Carrie (1976) (4) Rose Glass' Saint Maud (2019) (5) Bob Clark's Black Christmas (1974) (6) George A Romero's Night of the Living Dead (1968) (7) Alex Garland's Men (2022) (8) Miike Takashi's Audition (1999) (9) Ti West's X (2022) (10) Jeremy Gillespie and Steven Kostanski's The Void (2016) Honorable Mentions: Beyond the Door III (1989) – American teens take an evil train ride across bad-times Yugoslavia! The Pit (1981) – A coming-of-age story about seeing boobs, evil teddy bears and feeding beasts! The Suckling (1990) – An abortion monster kills a house full of sex workers on his way home!
For more, subscribe to our Patreon! You can't unfuck somebody. Keep that in mind while we cover It Follows, a fun new twist on the unrelenting horror that just wont stop coming. ...and neither will the protagonists (got em). You also cant un-abort that mutant fetus in that combo whorehouse / abortion clinic, so yeah..be smart, I guess. Justin and I are getting into the sweaty nitty gritty on another steamy, kinda stinky episode of It's Just 2 Movies!Contact the show via email at: itsjust2movies@gmail.comFacebook, TikTok, Twitter, Instagram, Letterboxd and the like @itsjust2moviesDon't forget to subscribe on YouTube!Need to buy some stuff on Amazon? Visit our Amazon affiliate link to do your shopping and it helps the show financially! Wow! Amazing! *As Amazon associates we earn from qualifying purchases* Tropic Thunder, for instance! Want to support the show more directly and chuck in a buck? Buy Me a Coffee Don't use Spotify, Apple Podcasts, or any of those other platforms? The show is always free on our website. :) ***SPECIAL THANKS TO THESE FOLKS WHO CONTRIBUTE TO THIS DUMB SHOW***Russ Tafari. @russ_tafari and check out Russ Tafari Music Lamplighter Productions for our artwork. @lamplighter_productions_il Brad Sexton for our tunes. Check out SUNDS Mad thanks to Dave, @wheep3d our video editor. Check out our YouTube!Support the show
Has your cat or dog ever nibbled at you like they were suckling? Sometimes it can be annoying, but Katie can help you understand what causes this behavior and how to catch a break. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices
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In this episode of Casual Cattle Conversations, Craig Gifford reveals the impacts of anti-suckling devices for weaning in the beef industry. Find out how these devices can improve weaning success. Gifford also shares the caveats of these devices and helps beef cattle producers determine if they are worth the investment. In this episode, you will be able to: Discover the effectiveness of anti-suckling tools in improving beef production efficiency. Grasp the core methods of a two-phase procedure for weaning calves using anti-suckling devices. Investigate how using anti-suckling devices can be a cost-effective strategy for greater gains during weaning. Unravel the mystery behind the limited data concern on the health ramifications of anti-suckling devices usage on calves. Absorb crucial knowledge about the necessity to adapt weaning practices to the specific needs of individual ranches and conditions. My special guest is Craig Gifford Craig Gifford joined NMSU as the Beef Cattle Extension Specialist in July 2016. Craig received his B.S. degree in Animal Science from the University of Wyoming and M.S. degree in Animal Physiology from NMSU. He then went to the University of Idaho for a Ph.D. in Animal Physiology. Craig's Extension program goals are to increase profitability and sustainability of New Mexico ranches, and he also maintains a research program which focuses on improving reproductive technologies and animal health in beef cattle. The key moments in this episode are: 00:00:00 - Introduction, 00:02:25 - Purpose of Anti-Suckling Devices, 00:03:39 - Two-Step Weaning Procedure, 00:05:34 - Potential Gain Increase, 00:08:43 - Animal Health Concerns, 00:16:04 - Importance of Weaning Practices, 00:16:54 - Influence of Pasture Size on Fence Line Weaning, 00:18:14 - Ranch-Dependent Management Practices, 00:18:44 - Individuality of Management Practices, Links: Vitalix: https://vitalix.com/ Corral Technologies: https://www.corraltech.com/ Full Show Notes: https://www.casualcattleconversations.com/casual-cattle-conversations-podcast-shownotes Free Weekly Resources: https://www.casualcattleconversations.com/ranching-resources • Take Your Ranch to the Next Level Once a month Shaye hosts Q&A calls between cattle producers and beef industry leaders to help ranchers find answers to their questions and improve their bottom lines. The best part is you get expert insight from the comfort of your own ranch and get to ask any question you want relating to the topic! Learn More About RancherMinds: https://www.casualcattleconversations.com/ranchermind-events Connect with me on Social Media Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/cattleconvos Instagram - https://www.instagram.com/cattleconvos/ Podcast Coaching Do you have an existing podcast or want to start a new one but don't know where to start? Connect with Shaye and she will lay out everything you need to know to get you started on the right foot. Book a one-time coaching call using this link: https://calendly.com/cattleconvos/podcast-coaching Interested in a coaching package? Email Shaye at casualcattleconversations@gmail.com and tell her about the podcast you want to start!
In this episode, I chatted with lecturer and lead clinician at the London School of Facial Orthotropics, Dr. Mike Mew. His focus is on the growth and development of the face and how changes in posture, function, and muscle tone relate to orthodontic problems. We spoke about why people have crooked teeth and what that means for health, face structure, and attractiveness. Dr. Mike shared what people can do to fix their teeth and face issues and the research behind it. —Links— Learn & Support Dr. Mike Mew Campaign to Prevent Crooked Teeth: https://preventcrookedteeth.com 5-point prevention plan: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Op3-9faW-mw Follow Me On: All Platforms: https://linktr.ee/mikhailapeterson Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/mikhailapetersonpodcast Twitter: https://twitter.com/MikhailaFuller Instagram: https://instagram.com/mikhailapeterson TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@mikhailapeterson Telegram: https://t.me/mikhailapeterson Chapters [0:00] Intro [1:14] Why Dr. Mike Is Being Investigated & Why Teeth Are Crooked [4:41] A Healthy Face Is An Attractive Face [9:15] Your Face Is Your Identity & You Can Change it [11:15] What Causes Face Problems & What You Can Do About Them [14:21] You Get Strong Jaw Muscles From Using Them [18:09] Why You Need to Close Your Mouth [24:50] Do This to Improve Your Looks [27:53] Why Young Men Are Doing This [3012] The Truth About Wisdom Teeth [36:28] Why Sleep Apnea Is Killing Us [40:22] Sleep Apnea & ADHD [44:53] Modern Medicine Wants You Sick [47:06] Mewing Has Taken Off [53:06] What You Can Do About Your Child's Teeth [56:35] The Top Secret Mouth Exercise [58:14] Chew Gum and Tape Your Mouth [1:03:36] Suckling vs. Swallowing Demo [1:05:38] How to Mew Properly [1:09:25] Do This if You're Over 25 [1:14:30] Why Dr. Mike Is Being Criticized [1:16:54] The Dangers of Conventional Orthodontists #Mewing #DrMikeMew #MikhailaPetersonPodcast #Selfimprovment
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