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Unsuspecting college freshmen sign off for an “Advanced Sex Ed' class Based on the work of firebird68. Listen to the Podcast on Steamy Stories “Hey, everybody!” Samantha groaned as she recognized the bubbly, happy voice immediately. She looked up and confirmed her guess as Sunny skipped into the classroom. Samantha didn't exactly get along with Sunny. The blonde's happy-go-lucky persona and perpetual cheerfulness made her nauseous. Still, the girl didn't seem to get the hint and refused to leave her alone. She sighed as Sunny noticed her sitting at one of the desks and waved, bouncing over to her. “Samantha!” she said. “You're in this class, too?“Why would I be in here if I wasn't in the class?” Samantha responded. “Oh, good point. Hey, Andrea, you're taking this course, too? I would have thought you would be taking something else.” “The other electives were too stupid.” Andrea answered, not looking up from her phone. That, Samantha could agree with. At Sommerset College, all freshmen students were required to take a sex education course in the fall semester. All students were required to take a basic sex ed, in past years;  but this year there was a new elective being offered for those who already took AP human anatomy in high school. This option was called Advanced Sex Ed . It sounded like an easy A+ to all these AP students so many had applied. How hard could sex ed be, after all? Unfortunately, there were only eight spots. Four available for female students; and four available for male students. The classroom had 8 traditional school desks, aligned in 2 rows of 4. But the back wall & 2 side walls each had a sofa. They were separated by end tables with lamps lit, to provide soft lighting, except near the teacher's desk, up front.  A large soft area rug was off to the side of the teacher's desk.  A whiteboard was the only item mounted to the walls, and it was centered on the front wall, between the rug & teacher's desk. Sommerset College draws students mostly from the surrounding counties on the western side of rural Alberta. It wasn't surprising that some of the students in this class came from the same high school. “Oh, look, Lindsay's here, too.” Sunny smiled at the redhead as she entered the room. “Hi, Sunny.” Lindsay said. “Hey, Andrea. Hey, Samantha.” “Oh, this is going to be fun!” Sunny giggled. “Whatever.” Samantha just rolled her eyes. “I'm just glad to be out of high school. No more bells ringing, no more crappy cafeteria food, and no more uniforms.” “Aw, I liked the uniforms.” Sunny complained. “They're cute.” She pictured her old high school outfit. It was the same as every other girl's, A short, pleated, navy skirt with a short sleeved, white button up shirt. She often twirled around, her skirt floating up around her with her movements. “Of course, you liked it.” Samantha grumbled. “Every time the wind blows, everyone saw your panties.” “What does that mean?” Samantha asked. “It means that some of us like keeping our boobs inside our shirt.” Samantha gestured at Sunny's blouse that was straining to contain her large chest, the buttons hanging on for dear life. “But what can you expect from a girl with a pornstar name.” “Hey, don't be like that, Sam.” Lindsay chided, pushing her glasses up her nose. “I like your name, Sunny.” Sunny beamed at her, grateful. Lindsay was a kind & well-behaved young lady from a conservative family. She respected everyone, and everyone at the old high school liked her. “Can you all shut up and sit down?” Andrea snapped, annoyed. So, all four of these ladies already knew each other, But who else will be in the class? Sunny and Lindsay shirked, and quickly took their seats as a few of the unknown male students filed in. Chris and Daniel were the first guys to arrive, laughing about some joke as they came in the door. They were from the county to the north. Finding the front row taken by the girls, they took two seats in the second row and slid their backpacks under their seats. “Only eight students, huh?” Daniel asked. “I hope this class isn't too hard. I need a good grade.” “Relax, Danny.” Chris locked his fingers behind his head and leaned back. “It's just sex ed. Essentially basic anatomy and common sense. You know, wrap it up and don't knock anyone up. That sort of stuff.” “Do you mind?” Andrea asked, angrily. “Sorry.” Chris grinned at her, apologetically. “I'll put a lid on it now.” He mimed zipping his lips shut and throwing away a key. Andrea just rolled her eyes and went back to her phone, only to be interrupted a couple seconds later by a loud voice. “Everyone ready to learn about sex?” David popped into the room. He was from Edmonton and very extroverted. “Oh, Great!” Andrea said, exasperated. “One more idiot in this class.” “Aw, don't be so mean, bitch.” He winked at her. “You could use a little humor. Might make you more approachable.” “Over my dead body.” She shot back. Tanner was the last to show up. He took his seat without a word and dumped his backpack on the floor. He played on the hockey team and grew up on a dairy farm. His dorm was just down the hall from Chris's. “Tanner, you're taking this?” Chris asked, surprised. “I would have thought you would take some kind of animal husbandry or something.” “I wanted to, but my mom made me take this.” He answered. “She's terrified that I'll get a girl pregnant at college and lose my hockey scholarship.” “Well, why don't you just keep your dick in your pants then?” Andrea offered. “Is your voice always that irritating?” Tanner countered. Andrea glared and opened her mouth to respond when their instructor walked in, her heels clicking on the linoleum tiles. She set her briefcase down on the desk and turned to the white board. In big letters, she wrote ‘Miss Banks' and ‘Advanced Sex Ed' in red marker and spun to face the class. She looked to be about thirty years old and very beautiful. She was dressed professionally, in a tight, black pencil skirt and a matching blazer over her white dress shirt. The top button was undone on her shirt, showing off her generous cleavage that was threatening to rip her top open. “Good afternoon, class.” She greeted, her icy, yet sexy voice commanding all of their attention. “I am your instructor, Miss Banks. I see everyone is here. That's good. We'll begin.” The Girls: Sunny: Height-5'9”, Hair-Blonde, Breasts-DD, Personality- Cheerful, slutty, dumb, stereotypical blonde. Andrea: Height-5'0", Hair-Dark brown, Breasts-C, Personality- Demanding, smart, valedictorian type, no-nonsense. Samantha: Height-5'2", Hair-Black, Breasts-D, Personality- Jaded, dark, goth type, snarky. Lindsay: Height-5'4", Hair-Ginger, Breasts-B, Personality- Kind, smart, talkative, well behaved. The Guys: Chris: Height-6'0", Size-8", Personality- Outgoing, smart, well mannered, well-spoken, athletic. David: Height-5'8", Size-7", Personality- Joker, loud, class clown. Tanner: Height-6'3", Size-9.5", Personality- Quiet, strong, athletic, calm with a short fuse. Daniel: Height-5'11", Size-7.5", Personality- Introverted, friends with Chris. The Teacher: Miss Banks: Height-5'10", Hair-Light brown, Breasts-DD, Personality-Strict, provocative, Dom, playfully evil. She opened her briefcase and pulled out a stack of papers. Tapping them on the desktop to line them up neatly, she walked down the rows of desks and handed one to each student. When each of them had received a packet, she returned to the front of the room. “This is the course syllabus.” She explained. “It details all the material we will be covering throughout the semester, the schedule, and, most importantly, my expectations. Before we begin, I trust you ladies all fulfilled the pre-requisites for this course?” The girls looked at each other and nodded, remembering the notice they had gotten before the semester began that had instructed them to visit their pharmacist and begin taking birth control pills. Andrea raised her hand. “Yes. Andrea, right?” Miss Banks confirmed, looking at her roster sheet. “What is it?” It says these first six class dates are labs. So why are we meeting in this room? It looks like a hybrid classroom & lounge?” “You're curious, Andrea. I like that. You'll understand the accommodations by the time we end our first 2-hour lab session, today.” The Milf teacher said with a smile. “But why do we need to be taking birth control pills?” Andrea added. “That seems like a weird requirement.” “This is a sexual education course.” Miss Banks answered. “Of course, we want to promote safe sex. I would have thought that to be obvious to a student as intelligent as you.” Andrea shrunk in her seat, her face red and embarrassed at having been called out for not knowing something. Miss Banks just smiled and looked over the other students. “Any other questions?” she asked. She paused for a few seconds, looking for any hands. When none were forthcoming, she continued. “Okay. I'll give you two minutes to take a look through the syllabus. Read everything carefully and then, we'll stop for questions again.” She took her seat and began organizing her materials as the students read in silence. A minute later, Lindsay raised her hand. Glancing up, Miss Banks noticed and called on her, referring to her roster again. “Yes, do you have a question…Lindsay?” “Yeah, this curriculum is very…detailed.” She noted. “I'm afraid I don't understand your question.” “Well, some of the material is; unexpected.” Lindsay continued, reading off some of the listed subjects. “Oral? Anal? Threesomes?” “Ah.” Miss Banks nodded. “Well, as I'm sure you are aware, this is Advanced Sex Ed .” She uncapped her marker and underlined the word 'Advanced' on the white board. “This is not your basic freshman college course.” She explained. “You already know the basics of sexual intercourse. This class will give you more extensive knowledge and techniques.” Still unsure with what that all meant, Lindsay dropped her hand and just went back to reading. Having just turned 18 this past summer, Lindsay never told her parents that she signed up for this alternative class. She was already feeling sorta slutty for taking the required birth control pills. She loved what the pills did for her cleavage, but she was starting to question her decision. Samantha asked why the females were told to wear skirts in the labs; “I thought I was done with skirts when I finished prep school?” Miss Banks said; “Most all labs have some required garments. And they are often for safety in the lab. But in some ways these labs will feel more like a phys ed effort. Skirts just make things more comfortable for the ladies, but more importantly, it allow us to quickly set up for, and complete some of the lab assignments. Our time is limited and you're all expected to respect each other by not wasting our time, unnecessarily.” A minute later, Miss Banks stood up and addressed the class. “Okay, now that you have all gotten an opportunity to read through the course overview and we have gotten any questions out of the way, let us get started.” She turned to the white board again and wrote 'Oral' in big, neat lettering and underlined it twice. Capping her marker, she turned back to the class. “We have a lot of work to cover this semester, so we'll jump right into it today, beginning with oral. This is a basic principle of sexual intercourse so it's nothing too advanced for you all yet. This will also give me a good starting point to judge where all of your levels are at. Lindsay, since you had some questions concerning the curriculum, perhaps you can begin. Please join me up front.” She stepped around from behind her desk and waited. Lindsay looked around, puzzled, but she stood and walked to the front of the room to stand next to the instructor, her hands clasped in front of her. Miss Banks looked around the room at the other students. “Hum, let's see…” she looked down at her roster. “Chris, how about you join us as well.” Chris was just as confused as Lindsay, but he rose from his seat and joined the two of them at the front. “Okay, Lindsay.” Miss Banks said. “Let's see how much experience you have. Perform oral on Chris.” Lindsay's jaw dropped, flabbergasted. This guy was a total stranger to her! “Excuse me?” she asked. “Please listen close so I do not have to repeat myself in the future.” Miss Banks chastised. “Now, perform oral sex on Chris to the best of your abilities. Be quick about it.” Lindsay, still frozen in shock, just stood there as Miss Banks pushed her down to her knees before this guy she didn't know at all. She looked up at the equally surprised young man looking down at her and then back to their instructor. Never one to defy authority, Lindsay was in utter shock. Miss Banks just sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. “Chris, perhaps you can help her get started.” Miss Banks suggested. “Unzip your pants and present your penis.” Chris snapped out of his shock, then unsnapped & unzipped his pants. Reaching into the opening of his boxer briefs, he pulled his dick through and into view. He jumped as Miss Banks grabbed hold of him and started stroking him to erection. Her talented hands had him to full mast within seconds. When she released him, his long cock was now no more than an inch from Lindsay's cute face. Miss Banks put her palm on the back of the little teen's head and nudged her forward, bumping her lips into Chris's tip. “Open up.” Miss Banks ordered. Galvanized into action by Miss Banks' steely voice, Lindsay opened her stunned mouth and took the first inch of Chris's thick penis into her mouth. “That's better.” Miss Banks said. “Now hurry up and suck him off. We don't have all day, you know.” Lindsay complied to the best of her ability, sucking on his head and running her tongue around him. Unfortunately, she had limited experience in the blowjob department. Her previous oral encounters had been few and far between and nowhere close to the size of Chris. Faced with the prospect of blowing the biggest cock she had ever seen, she didn't even know where to begin. Fortunately, Miss Banks was there to coach her and give her tips. “Move your head.” She said. “You need to put some motion into it, like so.” The teacher's hand on her head guided her back and forth in a standard BJ motion. She helped her get started and then let her go on her own devices. Lindsay continued to bob her head once Miss Banks' hand fell away. She sealed her lips tightly around him and applied suction, her cheeks hollowing out. Chris was groaning in pleasure, but he didn't seem to be any closer to finishing any time soon. “Go deeper, honey.” Miss Banks urged. Pushing her slipping glasses back up her nose, Lindsay did what she was told and went a bit deeper. She pushed forward three inches until the tip of Chris's cock bumped into the back of her mouth, causing her to gag and pull back immediately. “Try again.” Her teacher said. “A bit deeper this time.” Lindsay blinked back some tears and breathed in, going forward again. When his dick poked at her throat again, she tried to go further, but her instincts repelled her in a fit of coughing. Miss Banks looked down at her, somewhat disappointed. “It seems you're very inexperienced at this.” She noted. “At this rate, we'll be here all class waiting for you to finish. Keep sucking, girl, and I'll give you a hand.” Miss Banks literally gave her a hand, wrapping her fingers around the remaining length of Chris that was not in Lindsay's mouth. Bending down to drop a long string of saliva onto the top of his cock, she twisted her hand around, spreading the lubricating liquid. With his shaft now slick, she started stroking him vigorously. This was no rookie blowjob now. With the combination of Lindsay's soft mouth sucking his head and Miss Bank's skilled hand stroking the rest of him, Chris was grunting and thrusting his hips within minutes, drawing ever closer to climax. Miss Banks watched his face and movements closely, monitoring how far along he was. When she saw he was about to cum, she leaned towards Lindsay's bobbing head. “Make sure you swallow it all.” She ordered. Before Lindsay could register what her teacher had said, she felt a hot burst of semen fill her mouth. She squealed and started to pull away from the salty, sweet stream. Her practiced eye recognizing that the redhead teen was about to retreat, Miss Banks released Chris's cock and took a firm grip of the girl's hair, holding her in place. She quickly brought her other hand in to continue jerking him as well. “I said to swallow!” she commanded. Lindsay's cheeks were now puffed out like a chipmunk, full of warm jizz. Closing her eyes, she reluctantly gulped down the copious fluid as Chris's balls continued to flood her mouth, spurred on by Miss Bank's manual actions. She pulled back as the instructor finally released her and the final spurt of semen landed on her glasses, dripping down the clear lens. “You have a long way to go, Lindsay.” Miss Banks told the coughing girl. “But this was a decent start. You may return to your seat. You too, Chris. Thank you.” Chris tucked his softening dick back into his pants and strode back to his seat, shrugging to his bewildered friend, Daniel. Lindsay wiped her glasses on her skirt and stood, returning to her desk. “And Lindsay.” The redhead turned as she heard her name. “I better not have to tell you to swallow twice again. Understood?” A chill went through her as she met the icy eyes of her instructor and she nodded hurriedly, sitting down. Lindsay was devastated, but somewhat proud that she was learning and experiencing things she was previously banned from even knowing about, in her home. “Good.” Miss Banks said. “Now, who wants to go next?” “Oh, me!” Sunny's hand flew up into the air. “I want to go next, Miss Banks!” Lindsay marveled at Sunny's boldness, confidence, and passion for the assignment. “Certainly, Sunny.” Miss Banks replied, happy to find a willing student. “Come to the front. How about we have; David as well. Both of you come up.” Sunny dropped to her knees immediately, pulling David toward her and smiling excitedly as she unbuckled, unsnapped, & yanked down his zipper and fished his hardening cock and balls out of his loose boxers. Sunny had never met David, but that didn't matter to her. Without a moment's hesitation, she bent forward and engulfed his half hard penis in her mouth, bathing him in her warm saliva. Using her hands to match her head's movements, Sunny stroked his base and sucked on him with gusto, showing considerably more skill than Lindsay. The normally loud, jokey David was rendered speechless by the eager blowjob that the beautiful, busty blonde was giving him. She delved deep, pushing his tip down her throat repeatedly. Her other hand joined the first and reached in the opening of his pants to massage and fondle his testicles. David moaned as her deft fingers gently squeezed his balls, making his cock jump in her mouth. Sunny stopped stroking and placed her hands on his thighs. Winking up at him, she swallowed his cock whole, deepthroating him in one fluid movement. David gasped and Miss Banks raised an eyebrow appraisingly as all seven inches disappeared between her pretty lips. Without moving an inch off of him, Sunny took David's hands and brought them to rest on her head, nodding encouragingly at him. Taking the hint, David began to piston in and out of her, fucking her face in earnest. Sunny took it all in stride, never batting an eye. Her nostrils flared as she took a breath on each outstroke and her hands never left his thighs. David didn't last long in Sunny's warm, wet mouth. With a grunt, he buried his dick in her throat and held her there while his balls unloaded their contents straight into her stomach. Sunny just kept swallowing, her throat muscles working ardently to milk him dry and put it right where it belonged, in her belly. When he dropped his hands from her, completely spent, Sunny slowly pulled back, sucking all the way and cleaning him off until the soft head popped out of her mouth. Swallowing once more, Sunny smiled and looked up at Miss Banks. “That was very well done, Sunny.” Miss Banks praised. “Very well done, indeed.” “Slut.” Samantha scoffed under her breath. Miss Banks' eyes narrowed as her keen ears picked up the whispered insult and she frowned. “Thank you, Sunny. Thank you, Chris. You may both return to your desks now.” She said. The two teens fixed themselves, Chris zipping his pants back up and Sunny wiping a drop of cum from her lip and popping it in her mouth, and they walked back to their seats. Miss Banks turned her icy stare on Samantha now. “Samantha, it's your turn now.” She said, slight venom in her tone. “Before you start, I demand you apologize to Sunny for trying to disparage her excellent labwork.” Samantha said; “Sorry, Sunny.” Then rolled her eyes and walked to the front of the room, about to kneel down. “No, Samantha.” Miss Banks stopped her. “I'm going to have you demonstrate a more advanced technique. Please, if you will, take a seat on my desk, facing the other students.” Samantha felt a chill at the cold, evil tone that had appeared in Miss Banks' voice, but she did as she was told, sitting on top of the teacher's desk. Miss Banks cleared her briefcase off the top and then took the black-haired girl's shoulders and lowered her to her back, rotating her until she was lying lengthwise on the wooden surface with her head hanging off one end. “That's good right there.” Miss Banks said. “Stay.” Her eyes scanned the room and fell on the tall, muscular Tanner. She smiled at him and beckoned with her finger. “Tanner, how about you help me with this demonstration.” Tanner rose and came to the front, awaiting instructions. “Like I said, Samantha is going to demonstrate a more advanced technique for us.” Miss Banks explained to the class. “Throatfucking.” A shiver ran through Samantha as she heard that. Being somewhat of a loner, she had never sucked a dick before, but she had seen the videos online of girls violently having their faces wrecked by big dicks. Her only comfort was the hope that Tanner wasn't as big as those pornstars and that it would be less of a throatfucking and more of a mouthfucking. Her first hope was dispelled as Tanner dropped his pants & briefs, and his huge cock slapped her in the face. She went cross-eyed looking at the massive shaft casting a shadow over her face and she swallowed fearfully. “Oh, yes, you will be perfect for this demonstration.” Miss Banks said, gleefully, as she took in Tanner's nine-and-a-half-inch length. “Now please begin fucking Samantha's throat, Tanner.” Tanner took hold of his thick penis and pressed the tip against Samantha's lips. Miss Banks frowned as the girl did not open immediately. “Open your mouth, Samantha.” She ordered. “Don't make me tell you again.” Apprehensive, Samantha opened her mouth and let Tanner push his fat head between her lips. He moved slowly, at first, lightly thrusting in and out of her mouth. Samantha's pulse calmed momentarily as Tanner only fed her the first inch or so and didn't move very fast. Miss Banks was not so pleased. “Tanner, I said to fuck her throat.” She reminded him. “I don't like having to repeat myself.” “Are you sure?” he asked her, skeptically. “Yes, I'm sure.” She confirmed. “Go on then.” Shrugging his shoulders, Tanner gripped Samantha's head in his hands and thrust hard into her mouth. Samantha squeaked and gagged as she felt the thick head spreading the narrow entrance to her throat. Reloading, Tanner rammed his way inside her again, force feeding her another few inches and spearing into her virgin throat. Samantha choked and thrashed on the desk as she felt the monster spreading her taut walls wide and plugging her airway. Her arms pushed against his hips fruitlessly, having no chance to move his sturdy, muscular frame. Miss Banks sighed and grabbed hold of Samantha's flailing arms, pinning them to the desk on either side of the struggling girl. She looked up and spotted the wide-eyed Andrea a few feet away in the front row. “Andrea, please come assist me.” She directed. Andrea nervously stood and walked up to the desk, her gaze never leaving the gigantic penis fucking its way deeper and deeper into the whining, choking girl on her back. She only broke away when Miss Banks called to her again. “Please help me restrain Miss Samantha until the demonstration is complete.” Miss Banks instructed, indicating that she should climb on the desk. Andrea gulped and climbed up on the desk. Under Miss Banks instruction, she straddled the squirming girl's mid-section and sat down, pinning her arms to her sides with her thighs and holding her torso down with her butt. From here, she had a front row seat for the brutal throating that was going on right before her eyes. She watched with grim fascination as a bulge repeatedly appeared and disappeared in Samantha's neck. Samantha was now unable to struggle at all. While Andrea did not weigh more than a hundred pounds, it was far more than she could lift from this position and her arms could not overpower the brunette's legs. All she could do was whine and gag as Tanner's thick length hammered further and further into her. Her vision was slightly blurred by the tears that were forming in them, but she could see the large, heavy balls making their way closer and closer to her face with every thrust. Tanner grunted and worked to get additional purchase into her tight throat. It wasn't easy going. He was in unexplored territory, after all, and his giant dick was hardly an easy beginning point for a virgin throat to handle. Still, it felt incredible to him and he was all the more anxious to get to the bottom. With a few more powerful, pistoning thrusts, he finally was successful in ramming his way to the balls, his entire nine and a half inches fully buried in Samantha's throat. He let out a long, low moan as her walls constricted around him. Miss Banks stood by the whiteboard, a slight smile of evil satisfaction on her face. “Stay right there, Tanner.” She told him. “Class, come gather around, please.” She waved them all up and they formed a half-circle around her desk where Tanner was holding his cock balls deep in Samantha's convulsing throat. They all looked on with wide eyes, the guys adjusting the crotches of their pants and the girls subconsciously rubbing their throats. Miss Banks leaned in and tapped her finger against Samantha's distended neck. “This is what's called a throat bulge.” She said. “Some of you may have heard of it before. It's only visible when the female deepthroats her male partner or a sex toy of sufficient length.” She gently stroked the obscene bulge in Samantha's spasming neck. “How does it feel, Tanner?” she asked, content to torture the disrespectful girl a little longer. “It feels fucking incredible.” He moaned, eyes closed in bliss. “That's saying it rather bluntly.” Miss Banks chided. “Okay, proceed with the throatfucking.” Just as Samantha was sure she was going to pass out, Tanner's cock moved and pulled back until just the head remained. She gasped the sweet, life-giving oxygen in around him but was only granted a second of reprieve before the monster rod slammed back in her, stretching her out again. His full balls smacked into her red face repeatedly as he fucked her throat vigorously. The students all watched intently as the bulge appeared and disappeared, mesmerized by the sight. Tanner was in heaven, but he couldn't last much longer. By now, half the goth-girl's mascara was coating Tanner's swinging testicles. “Miss Banks, I'm gonna cum.” He warned. “That's fine.” She said. “I don't expect any man to last more than ten minutes from a good throating and you've already gone twelve. Go ahead, honey.” With a roar, Tanner hilted himself in Samantha and released. Samantha reflexively tried to suck in air, but all that came was semen. Her screams were muted by the esophagus-stretching shaft as seemingly gallons of hot cum flooded her throat and rocketed towards her stomach. She choked and strings of cum shot out her nostrils and dripped down into her eyes. She whined and gagged as she was force fed a monstrously impressive load of spunk, the other students watching on closely. Tanner breathed out and ground his crotch against her face as his orgasm petered out, the last couple shots drooling from the tip and coming to rest in her windpipe. With a satisfied sigh, he reluctantly pulled his long cock from her throat and everyone watched as her neck returned to its original, slender shape. His semi flaccid cock swayed in a wide pendulous motion as the 3 other ladies admired. As soon as her mouth was clear, Samantha coughed up wads of hot cum that were still stuck in her throat. The globs of white fluid dripped down her face and forehead, covering her in the sticky stuff. “Can I let her up now, Miss Banks?” Andrea asked, still somewhat horrified but slightly turned on by the whole scene that had just unfolded. “Yes, you can let her go now, Andrea.” Miss Banks said. “Thank you for your help. Everyone can return to their seats now.” Andrea climbed off the spluttering, choking teen and went to go back to her chair. “Except you, Andrea.” Miss Banks added. “It's your turn.” Andrea froze in her tracks, a cold pit forming in her stomach, but she was saved an instant later when Miss Banks said;. “Oh, it seems we've run out of time. If we're going to complete the course on schedule, I expect you all to show me better cooperation than we experienced, today. Am I understood?” Lindsay & the four guys all sheepishly nodded agreement and quietly left the room. Andrea released a pent-up breath and collected her belongings. “You will be first thing on the schedule tomorrow, Andrea.” Andrea's anxiety instantly returned but she just nodded and left the room. “Sunny, please help Samantha collect herself.” Miss Banks said. “Sure thing!” Sunny said. She was loving this class. She was obviously the most advanced student, so far. She was ‘in her element' & didn't feel ready to leave the room, yet. She loved this professor and was ready to learn many more things from Miss Banks. To shay Sunny was thrilled, would be an understatement. The bubbly blonde skipped up to the front and patted the coughing girl on the back. Samantha's face was a mess of saliva and cum and her thick goth mascara was streaked all over. “Come on, Samantha.” She said. “Class is over. We need to get you back to your dorm.” The black-haired girl burped and stood on shaky legs. Her stomach was bloated and full, and she was dazed, but she picked up her backpack as Sunny towed her from the room. She was embarrassed to have been bested by the ditzy bimbo who was now showing her such kindness. To be continued. Based on the work of firebird68 for LiteroticaUnsuspecting college freshmen sign off for an “Advanced Sex Ed' class.

Unsuspecting college freshmen sign off for an “Advanced Sex Ed' class Based on the work of firebird68. Listen to the Podcast on Steamy Stories “Hey, everybody!” Samantha groaned as she recognized the bubbly, happy voice immediately. She looked up and confirmed her guess as Sunny skipped into the classroom. Samantha didn't exactly get along with Sunny. The blonde's happy-go-lucky persona and perpetual cheerfulness made her nauseous. Still, the girl didn't seem to get the hint and refused to leave her alone. She sighed as Sunny noticed her sitting at one of the desks and waved, bouncing over to her. “Samantha!” she said. “You're in this class, too?“Why would I be in here if I wasn't in the class?” Samantha responded. “Oh, good point. Hey, Andrea, you're taking this course, too? I would have thought you would be taking something else.” “The other electives were too stupid.” Andrea answered, not looking up from her phone. That, Samantha could agree with. At Sommerset College, all freshmen students were required to take a sex education course in the fall semester. All students were required to take a basic sex ed, in past years;  but this year there was a new elective being offered for those who already took AP human anatomy in high school. This option was called Advanced Sex Ed . It sounded like an easy A+ to all these AP students so many had applied. How hard could sex ed be, after all? Unfortunately, there were only eight spots. Four available for female students; and four available for male students. The classroom had 8 traditional school desks, aligned in 2 rows of 4. But the back wall & 2 side walls each had a sofa. They were separated by end tables with lamps lit, to provide soft lighting, except near the teacher's desk, up front.  A large soft area rug was off to the side of the teacher's desk.  A whiteboard was the only item mounted to the walls, and it was centered on the front wall, between the rug & teacher's desk. Sommerset College draws students mostly from the surrounding counties on the western side of rural Alberta. It wasn't surprising that some of the students in this class came from the same high school. “Oh, look, Lindsay's here, too.” Sunny smiled at the redhead as she entered the room. “Hi, Sunny.” Lindsay said. “Hey, Andrea. Hey, Samantha.” “Oh, this is going to be fun!” Sunny giggled. “Whatever.” Samantha just rolled her eyes. “I'm just glad to be out of high school. No more bells ringing, no more crappy cafeteria food, and no more uniforms.” “Aw, I liked the uniforms.” Sunny complained. “They're cute.” She pictured her old high school outfit. It was the same as every other girl's, A short, pleated, navy skirt with a short sleeved, white button up shirt. She often twirled around, her skirt floating up around her with her movements. “Of course, you liked it.” Samantha grumbled. “Every time the wind blows, everyone saw your panties.” “What does that mean?” Samantha asked. “It means that some of us like keeping our boobs inside our shirt.” Samantha gestured at Sunny's blouse that was straining to contain her large chest, the buttons hanging on for dear life. “But what can you expect from a girl with a pornstar name.” “Hey, don't be like that, Sam.” Lindsay chided, pushing her glasses up her nose. “I like your name, Sunny.” Sunny beamed at her, grateful. Lindsay was a kind & well-behaved young lady from a conservative family. She respected everyone, and everyone at the old high school liked her. “Can you all shut up and sit down?” Andrea snapped, annoyed. So, all four of these ladies already knew each other, But who else will be in the class? Sunny and Lindsay shirked, and quickly took their seats as a few of the unknown male students filed in. Chris and Daniel were the first guys to arrive, laughing about some joke as they came in the door. They were from the county to the north. Finding the front row taken by the girls, they took two seats in the second row and slid their backpacks under their seats. “Only eight students, huh?” Daniel asked. “I hope this class isn't too hard. I need a good grade.” “Relax, Danny.” Chris locked his fingers behind his head and leaned back. “It's just sex ed. Essentially basic anatomy and common sense. You know, wrap it up and don't knock anyone up. That sort of stuff.” “Do you mind?” Andrea asked, angrily. “Sorry.” Chris grinned at her, apologetically. “I'll put a lid on it now.” He mimed zipping his lips shut and throwing away a key. Andrea just rolled her eyes and went back to her phone, only to be interrupted a couple seconds later by a loud voice. “Everyone ready to learn about sex?” David popped into the room. He was from Edmonton and very extroverted. “Oh, Great!” Andrea said, exasperated. “One more idiot in this class.” “Aw, don't be so mean, bitch.” He winked at her. “You could use a little humor. Might make you more approachable.” “Over my dead body.” She shot back. Tanner was the last to show up. He took his seat without a word and dumped his backpack on the floor. He played on the hockey team and grew up on a dairy farm. His dorm was just down the hall from Chris's. “Tanner, you're taking this?” Chris asked, surprised. “I would have thought you would take some kind of animal husbandry or something.” “I wanted to, but my mom made me take this.” He answered. “She's terrified that I'll get a girl pregnant at college and lose my hockey scholarship.” “Well, why don't you just keep your dick in your pants then?” Andrea offered. “Is your voice always that irritating?” Tanner countered. Andrea glared and opened her mouth to respond when their instructor walked in, her heels clicking on the linoleum tiles. She set her briefcase down on the desk and turned to the white board. In big letters, she wrote ‘Miss Banks' and ‘Advanced Sex Ed' in red marker and spun to face the class. She looked to be about thirty years old and very beautiful. She was dressed professionally, in a tight, black pencil skirt and a matching blazer over her white dress shirt. The top button was undone on her shirt, showing off her generous cleavage that was threatening to rip her top open. “Good afternoon, class.” She greeted, her icy, yet sexy voice commanding all of their attention. “I am your instructor, Miss Banks. I see everyone is here. That's good. We'll begin.” The Girls: Sunny: Height-5'9”, Hair-Blonde, Breasts-DD, Personality- Cheerful, slutty, dumb, stereotypical blonde. Andrea: Height-5'0", Hair-Dark brown, Breasts-C, Personality- Demanding, smart, valedictorian type, no-nonsense. Samantha: Height-5'2", Hair-Black, Breasts-D, Personality- Jaded, dark, goth type, snarky. Lindsay: Height-5'4", Hair-Ginger, Breasts-B, Personality- Kind, smart, talkative, well behaved. The Guys: Chris: Height-6'0", Size-8", Personality- Outgoing, smart, well mannered, well-spoken, athletic. David: Height-5'8", Size-7", Personality- Joker, loud, class clown. Tanner: Height-6'3", Size-9.5", Personality- Quiet, strong, athletic, calm with a short fuse. Daniel: Height-5'11", Size-7.5", Personality- Introverted, friends with Chris. The Teacher: Miss Banks: Height-5'10", Hair-Light brown, Breasts-DD, Personality-Strict, provocative, Dom, playfully evil. She opened her briefcase and pulled out a stack of papers. Tapping them on the desktop to line them up neatly, she walked down the rows of desks and handed one to each student. When each of them had received a packet, she returned to the front of the room. “This is the course syllabus.” She explained. “It details all the material we will be covering throughout the semester, the schedule, and, most importantly, my expectations. Before we begin, I trust you ladies all fulfilled the pre-requisites for this course?” The girls looked at each other and nodded, remembering the notice they had gotten before the semester began that had instructed them to visit their pharmacist and begin taking birth control pills. Andrea raised her hand. “Yes. Andrea, right?” Miss Banks confirmed, looking at her roster sheet. “What is it?” It says these first six class dates are labs. So why are we meeting in this room? It looks like a hybrid classroom & lounge?” “You're curious, Andrea. I like that. You'll understand the accommodations by the time we end our first 2-hour lab session, today.” The Milf teacher said with a smile. “But why do we need to be taking birth control pills?” Andrea added. “That seems like a weird requirement.” “This is a sexual education course.” Miss Banks answered. “Of course, we want to promote safe sex. I would have thought that to be obvious to a student as intelligent as you.” Andrea shrunk in her seat, her face red and embarrassed at having been called out for not knowing something. Miss Banks just smiled and looked over the other students. “Any other questions?” she asked. She paused for a few seconds, looking for any hands. When none were forthcoming, she continued. “Okay. I'll give you two minutes to take a look through the syllabus. Read everything carefully and then, we'll stop for questions again.” She took her seat and began organizing her materials as the students read in silence. A minute later, Lindsay raised her hand. Glancing up, Miss Banks noticed and called on her, referring to her roster again. “Yes, do you have a question…Lindsay?” “Yeah, this curriculum is very…detailed.” She noted. “I'm afraid I don't understand your question.” “Well, some of the material is; unexpected.” Lindsay continued, reading off some of the listed subjects. “Oral? Anal? Threesomes?” “Ah.” Miss Banks nodded. “Well, as I'm sure you are aware, this is Advanced Sex Ed .” She uncapped her marker and underlined the word 'Advanced' on the white board. “This is not your basic freshman college course.” She explained. “You already know the basics of sexual intercourse. This class will give you more extensive knowledge and techniques.” Still unsure with what that all meant, Lindsay dropped her hand and just went back to reading. Having just turned 18 this past summer, Lindsay never told her parents that she signed up for this alternative class. She was already feeling sorta slutty for taking the required birth control pills. She loved what the pills did for her cleavage, but she was starting to question her decision. Samantha asked why the females were told to wear skirts in the labs; “I thought I was done with skirts when I finished prep school?” Miss Banks said; “Most all labs have some required garments. And they are often for safety in the lab. But in some ways these labs will feel more like a phys ed effort. Skirts just make things more comfortable for the ladies, but more importantly, it allow us to quickly set up for, and complete some of the lab assignments. Our time is limited and you're all expected to respect each other by not wasting our time, unnecessarily.” A minute later, Miss Banks stood up and addressed the class. “Okay, now that you have all gotten an opportunity to read through the course overview and we have gotten any questions out of the way, let us get started.” She turned to the white board again and wrote 'Oral' in big, neat lettering and underlined it twice. Capping her marker, she turned back to the class. “We have a lot of work to cover this semester, so we'll jump right into it today, beginning with oral. This is a basic principle of sexual intercourse so it's nothing too advanced for you all yet. This will also give me a good starting point to judge where all of your levels are at. Lindsay, since you had some questions concerning the curriculum, perhaps you can begin. Please join me up front.” She stepped around from behind her desk and waited. Lindsay looked around, puzzled, but she stood and walked to the front of the room to stand next to the instructor, her hands clasped in front of her. Miss Banks looked around the room at the other students. “Hum, let's see…” she looked down at her roster. “Chris, how about you join us as well.” Chris was just as confused as Lindsay, but he rose from his seat and joined the two of them at the front. “Okay, Lindsay.” Miss Banks said. “Let's see how much experience you have. Perform oral on Chris.” Lindsay's jaw dropped, flabbergasted. This guy was a total stranger to her! “Excuse me?” she asked. “Please listen close so I do not have to repeat myself in the future.” Miss Banks chastised. “Now, perform oral sex on Chris to the best of your abilities. Be quick about it.” Lindsay, still frozen in shock, just stood there as Miss Banks pushed her down to her knees before this guy she didn't know at all. She looked up at the equally surprised young man looking down at her and then back to their instructor. Never one to defy authority, Lindsay was in utter shock. Miss Banks just sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. “Chris, perhaps you can help her get started.” Miss Banks suggested. “Unzip your pants and present your penis.” Chris snapped out of his shock, then unsnapped & unzipped his pants. Reaching into the opening of his boxer briefs, he pulled his dick through and into view. He jumped as Miss Banks grabbed hold of him and started stroking him to erection. Her talented hands had him to full mast within seconds. When she released him, his long cock was now no more than an inch from Lindsay's cute face. Miss Banks put her palm on the back of the little teen's head and nudged her forward, bumping her lips into Chris's tip. “Open up.” Miss Banks ordered. Galvanized into action by Miss Banks' steely voice, Lindsay opened her stunned mouth and took the first inch of Chris's thick penis into her mouth. “That's better.” Miss Banks said. “Now hurry up and suck him off. We don't have all day, you know.” Lindsay complied to the best of her ability, sucking on his head and running her tongue around him. Unfortunately, she had limited experience in the blowjob department. Her previous oral encounters had been few and far between and nowhere close to the size of Chris. Faced with the prospect of blowing the biggest cock she had ever seen, she didn't even know where to begin. Fortunately, Miss Banks was there to coach her and give her tips. “Move your head.” She said. “You need to put some motion into it, like so.” The teacher's hand on her head guided her back and forth in a standard BJ motion. She helped her get started and then let her go on her own devices. Lindsay continued to bob her head once Miss Banks' hand fell away. She sealed her lips tightly around him and applied suction, her cheeks hollowing out. Chris was groaning in pleasure, but he didn't seem to be any closer to finishing any time soon. “Go deeper, honey.” Miss Banks urged. Pushing her slipping glasses back up her nose, Lindsay did what she was told and went a bit deeper. She pushed forward three inches until the tip of Chris's cock bumped into the back of her mouth, causing her to gag and pull back immediately. “Try again.” Her teacher said. “A bit deeper this time.” Lindsay blinked back some tears and breathed in, going forward again. When his dick poked at her throat again, she tried to go further, but her instincts repelled her in a fit of coughing. Miss Banks looked down at her, somewhat disappointed. “It seems you're very inexperienced at this.” She noted. “At this rate, we'll be here all class waiting for you to finish. Keep sucking, girl, and I'll give you a hand.” Miss Banks literally gave her a hand, wrapping her fingers around the remaining length of Chris that was not in Lindsay's mouth. Bending down to drop a long string of saliva onto the top of his cock, she twisted her hand around, spreading the lubricating liquid. With his shaft now slick, she started stroking him vigorously. This was no rookie blowjob now. With the combination of Lindsay's soft mouth sucking his head and Miss Bank's skilled hand stroking the rest of him, Chris was grunting and thrusting his hips within minutes, drawing ever closer to climax. Miss Banks watched his face and movements closely, monitoring how far along he was. When she saw he was about to cum, she leaned towards Lindsay's bobbing head. “Make sure you swallow it all.” She ordered. Before Lindsay could register what her teacher had said, she felt a hot burst of semen fill her mouth. She squealed and started to pull away from the salty, sweet stream. Her practiced eye recognizing that the redhead teen was about to retreat, Miss Banks released Chris's cock and took a firm grip of the girl's hair, holding her in place. She quickly brought her other hand in to continue jerking him as well. “I said to swallow!” she commanded. Lindsay's cheeks were now puffed out like a chipmunk, full of warm jizz. Closing her eyes, she reluctantly gulped down the copious fluid as Chris's balls continued to flood her mouth, spurred on by Miss Bank's manual actions. She pulled back as the instructor finally released her and the final spurt of semen landed on her glasses, dripping down the clear lens. “You have a long way to go, Lindsay.” Miss Banks told the coughing girl. “But this was a decent start. You may return to your seat. You too, Chris. Thank you.” Chris tucked his softening dick back into his pants and strode back to his seat, shrugging to his bewildered friend, Daniel. Lindsay wiped her glasses on her skirt and stood, returning to her desk. “And Lindsay.” The redhead turned as she heard her name. “I better not have to tell you to swallow twice again. Understood?” A chill went through her as she met the icy eyes of her instructor and she nodded hurriedly, sitting down. Lindsay was devastated, but somewhat proud that she was learning and experiencing things she was previously banned from even knowing about, in her home. “Good.” Miss Banks said. “Now, who wants to go next?” “Oh, me!” Sunny's hand flew up into the air. “I want to go next, Miss Banks!” Lindsay marveled at Sunny's boldness, confidence, and passion for the assignment. “Certainly, Sunny.” Miss Banks replied, happy to find a willing student. “Come to the front. How about we have; David as well. Both of you come up.” Sunny dropped to her knees immediately, pulling David toward her and smiling excitedly as she unbuckled, unsnapped, & yanked down his zipper and fished his hardening cock and balls out of his loose boxers. Sunny had never met David, but that didn't matter to her. Without a moment's hesitation, she bent forward and engulfed his half hard penis in her mouth, bathing him in her warm saliva. Using her hands to match her head's movements, Sunny stroked his base and sucked on him with gusto, showing considerably more skill than Lindsay. The normally loud, jokey David was rendered speechless by the eager blowjob that the beautiful, busty blonde was giving him. She delved deep, pushing his tip down her throat repeatedly. Her other hand joined the first and reached in the opening of his pants to massage and fondle his testicles. David moaned as her deft fingers gently squeezed his balls, making his cock jump in her mouth. Sunny stopped stroking and placed her hands on his thighs. Winking up at him, she swallowed his cock whole, deepthroating him in one fluid movement. David gasped and Miss Banks raised an eyebrow appraisingly as all seven inches disappeared between her pretty lips. Without moving an inch off of him, Sunny took David's hands and brought them to rest on her head, nodding encouragingly at him. Taking the hint, David began to piston in and out of her, fucking her face in earnest. Sunny took it all in stride, never batting an eye. Her nostrils flared as she took a breath on each outstroke and her hands never left his thighs. David didn't last long in Sunny's warm, wet mouth. With a grunt, he buried his dick in her throat and held her there while his balls unloaded their contents straight into her stomach. Sunny just kept swallowing, her throat muscles working ardently to milk him dry and put it right where it belonged, in her belly. When he dropped his hands from her, completely spent, Sunny slowly pulled back, sucking all the way and cleaning him off until the soft head popped out of her mouth. Swallowing once more, Sunny smiled and looked up at Miss Banks. “That was very well done, Sunny.” Miss Banks praised. “Very well done, indeed.” “Slut.” Samantha scoffed under her breath. Miss Banks' eyes narrowed as her keen ears picked up the whispered insult and she frowned. “Thank you, Sunny. Thank you, Chris. You may both return to your desks now.” She said. The two teens fixed themselves, Chris zipping his pants back up and Sunny wiping a drop of cum from her lip and popping it in her mouth, and they walked back to their seats. Miss Banks turned her icy stare on Samantha now. “Samantha, it's your turn now.” She said, slight venom in her tone. “Before you start, I demand you apologize to Sunny for trying to disparage her excellent labwork.” Samantha said; “Sorry, Sunny.” Then rolled her eyes and walked to the front of the room, about to kneel down. “No, Samantha.” Miss Banks stopped her. “I'm going to have you demonstrate a more advanced technique. Please, if you will, take a seat on my desk, facing the other students.” Samantha felt a chill at the cold, evil tone that had appeared in Miss Banks' voice, but she did as she was told, sitting on top of the teacher's desk. Miss Banks cleared her briefcase off the top and then took the black-haired girl's shoulders and lowered her to her back, rotating her until she was lying lengthwise on the wooden surface with her head hanging off one end. “That's good right there.” Miss Banks said. “Stay.” Her eyes scanned the room and fell on the tall, muscular Tanner. She smiled at him and beckoned with her finger. “Tanner, how about you help me with this demonstration.” Tanner rose and came to the front, awaiting instructions. “Like I said, Samantha is going to demonstrate a more advanced technique for us.” Miss Banks explained to the class. “Throatfucking.” A shiver ran through Samantha as she heard that. Being somewhat of a loner, she had never sucked a dick before, but she had seen the videos online of girls violently having their faces wrecked by big dicks. Her only comfort was the hope that Tanner wasn't as big as those pornstars and that it would be less of a throatfucking and more of a mouthfucking. Her first hope was dispelled as Tanner dropped his pants & briefs, and his huge cock slapped her in the face. She went cross-eyed looking at the massive shaft casting a shadow over her face and she swallowed fearfully. “Oh, yes, you will be perfect for this demonstration.” Miss Banks said, gleefully, as she took in Tanner's nine-and-a-half-inch length. “Now please begin fucking Samantha's throat, Tanner.” Tanner took hold of his thick penis and pressed the tip against Samantha's lips. Miss Banks frowned as the girl did not open immediately. “Open your mouth, Samantha.” She ordered. “Don't make me tell you again.” Apprehensive, Samantha opened her mouth and let Tanner push his fat head between her lips. He moved slowly, at first, lightly thrusting in and out of her mouth. Samantha's pulse calmed momentarily as Tanner only fed her the first inch or so and didn't move very fast. Miss Banks was not so pleased. “Tanner, I said to fuck her throat.” She reminded him. “I don't like having to repeat myself.” “Are you sure?” he asked her, skeptically. “Yes, I'm sure.” She confirmed. “Go on then.” Shrugging his shoulders, Tanner gripped Samantha's head in his hands and thrust hard into her mouth. Samantha squeaked and gagged as she felt the thick head spreading the narrow entrance to her throat. Reloading, Tanner rammed his way inside her again, force feeding her another few inches and spearing into her virgin throat. Samantha choked and thrashed on the desk as she felt the monster spreading her taut walls wide and plugging her airway. Her arms pushed against his hips fruitlessly, having no chance to move his sturdy, muscular frame. Miss Banks sighed and grabbed hold of Samantha's flailing arms, pinning them to the desk on either side of the struggling girl. She looked up and spotted the wide-eyed Andrea a few feet away in the front row. “Andrea, please come assist me.” She directed. Andrea nervously stood and walked up to the desk, her gaze never leaving the gigantic penis fucking its way deeper and deeper into the whining, choking girl on her back. She only broke away when Miss Banks called to her again. “Please help me restrain Miss Samantha until the demonstration is complete.” Miss Banks instructed, indicating that she should climb on the desk. Andrea gulped and climbed up on the desk. Under Miss Banks instruction, she straddled the squirming girl's mid-section and sat down, pinning her arms to her sides with her thighs and holding her torso down with her butt. From here, she had a front row seat for the brutal throating that was going on right before her eyes. She watched with grim fascination as a bulge repeatedly appeared and disappeared in Samantha's neck. Samantha was now unable to struggle at all. While Andrea did not weigh more than a hundred pounds, it was far more than she could lift from this position and her arms could not overpower the brunette's legs. All she could do was whine and gag as Tanner's thick length hammered further and further into her. Her vision was slightly blurred by the tears that were forming in them, but she could see the large, heavy balls making their way closer and closer to her face with every thrust. Tanner grunted and worked to get additional purchase into her tight throat. It wasn't easy going. He was in unexplored territory, after all, and his giant dick was hardly an easy beginning point for a virgin throat to handle. Still, it felt incredible to him and he was all the more anxious to get to the bottom. With a few more powerful, pistoning thrusts, he finally was successful in ramming his way to the balls, his entire nine and a half inches fully buried in Samantha's throat. He let out a long, low moan as her walls constricted around him. Miss Banks stood by the whiteboard, a slight smile of evil satisfaction on her face. “Stay right there, Tanner.” She told him. “Class, come gather around, please.” She waved them all up and they formed a half-circle around her desk where Tanner was holding his cock balls deep in Samantha's convulsing throat. They all looked on with wide eyes, the guys adjusting the crotches of their pants and the girls subconsciously rubbing their throats. Miss Banks leaned in and tapped her finger against Samantha's distended neck. “This is what's called a throat bulge.” She said. “Some of you may have heard of it before. It's only visible when the female deepthroats her male partner or a sex toy of sufficient length.” She gently stroked the obscene bulge in Samantha's spasming neck. “How does it feel, Tanner?” she asked, content to torture the disrespectful girl a little longer. “It feels fucking incredible.” He moaned, eyes closed in bliss. “That's saying it rather bluntly.” Miss Banks chided. “Okay, proceed with the throatfucking.” Just as Samantha was sure she was going to pass out, Tanner's cock moved and pulled back until just the head remained. She gasped the sweet, life-giving oxygen in around him but was only granted a second of reprieve before the monster rod slammed back in her, stretching her out again. His full balls smacked into her red face repeatedly as he fucked her throat vigorously. The students all watched intently as the bulge appeared and disappeared, mesmerized by the sight. Tanner was in heaven, but he couldn't last much longer. By now, half the goth-girl's mascara was coating Tanner's swinging testicles. “Miss Banks, I'm gonna cum.” He warned. “That's fine.” She said. “I don't expect any man to last more than ten minutes from a good throating and you've already gone twelve. Go ahead, honey.” With a roar, Tanner hilted himself in Samantha and released. Samantha reflexively tried to suck in air, but all that came was semen. Her screams were muted by the esophagus-stretching shaft as seemingly gallons of hot cum flooded her throat and rocketed towards her stomach. She choked and strings of cum shot out her nostrils and dripped down into her eyes. She whined and gagged as she was force fed a monstrously impressive load of spunk, the other students watching on closely. Tanner breathed out and ground his crotch against her face as his orgasm petered out, the last couple shots drooling from the tip and coming to rest in her windpipe. With a satisfied sigh, he reluctantly pulled his long cock from her throat and everyone watched as her neck returned to its original, slender shape. His semi flaccid cock swayed in a wide pendulous motion as the 3 other ladies admired. As soon as her mouth was clear, Samantha coughed up wads of hot cum that were still stuck in her throat. The globs of white fluid dripped down her face and forehead, covering her in the sticky stuff. “Can I let her up now, Miss Banks?” Andrea asked, still somewhat horrified but slightly turned on by the whole scene that had just unfolded. “Yes, you can let her go now, Andrea.” Miss Banks said. “Thank you for your help. Everyone can return to their seats now.” Andrea climbed off the spluttering, choking teen and went to go back to her chair. “Except you, Andrea.” Miss Banks added. “It's your turn.” Andrea froze in her tracks, a cold pit forming in her stomach, but she was saved an instant later when Miss Banks said;. “Oh, it seems we've run out of time. If we're going to complete the course on schedule, I expect you all to show me better cooperation than we experienced, today. Am I understood?” Lindsay & the four guys all sheepishly nodded agreement and quietly left the room. Andrea released a pent-up breath and collected her belongings. “You will be first thing on the schedule tomorrow, Andrea.” Andrea's anxiety instantly returned but she just nodded and left the room. “Sunny, please help Samantha collect herself.” Miss Banks said. “Sure thing!” Sunny said. She was loving this class. She was obviously the most advanced student, so far. She was ‘in her element' & didn't feel ready to leave the room, yet. She loved this professor and was ready to learn many more things from Miss Banks. To shay Sunny was thrilled, would be an understatement. The bubbly blonde skipped up to the front and patted the coughing girl on the back. Samantha's face was a mess of saliva and cum and her thick goth mascara was streaked all over. “Come on, Samantha.” She said. “Class is over. We need to get you back to your dorm.” The black-haired girl burped and stood on shaky legs. Her stomach was bloated and full, and she was dazed, but she picked up her backpack as Sunny towed her from the room. She was embarrassed to have been bested by the ditzy bimbo who was now showing her such kindness. To be continued. Based on the work of firebird68 for LiteroticaUnsuspecting college freshmen sign off for an “Advanced Sex Ed' class.

On the night of March 22, 1970, 22-year-old Kathleen Johns was visiting her mother in Petaluma, California. Kathleen was seven months pregnant and had her ten-month-old daughter in the car with her. On Highway 132, near Modesto, she noticed the car behind her flashing its lights and honking its horn. Concerned, she pulled over, and the car behind her followed. The man told Kathleen that one of her rear tires was wobbly, but that he could tighten it. She happily let him help her, and after fiddling around in the back of her car, saying that everything was fine; he drove off.As Kathleen drove back onto the highway, the tire came off completely, and Kathleen swerved to a stop. The man backed up to her and offered to drive her and her daughter to the nearest gas station. Unsuspecting that the man had actually deflated her tire and caused the accident in the first place, Kathleen again accepted the offer of help and climbed into his car.Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/theserialkillerpodcastWebsite: https://www.theserialkillerpodcast.comFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/theskpodcastInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/serialkillerpodX: https://x.com/serialkillerpod Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

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South Africans are more digitally connected than ever, but with this convenience comes growing risk. The increase in internet usage, mobile penetration, and social media engagement has led to a surge in online fraud, with scammers exploiting every opportunity to target vulnerable consumers—especially those seeking credit. Leonie van Pletzen, CEO of MicroFinance South Africa says increased reliance by consumers and businesses on online platforms has led to a significant rise in scams and fraudulent activity. For more Bongiwe Zwane spoke to Leonie van Pletzen, CEO of MicroFinance South Africa (MFSA)

Today's Sports Daily covers TWolves close out the Lakers behind an unsuspecting performance, Lakers 4th qtr woes continued, where the Lakers go from here, Warriors punt their game 5, and a scary, but also bizarre, incident at the Pirates game last night.Music written by Bill Conti & Allee Willis (Casablanca Records/Universal Music Group) 

April 13, 2025 – 10:00 AM – Palm Sunday Bread of Life sermon series “Bread for the Unsuspecting” Scripture: Luke 19:28-40 Brian Telzerow, preaching

A 13-year-old teen disappears and her body is soon found in nearby woods. An interaction at a yogurt shop would set police on the path to finding her killer. View source material and photos for this episode at: anatomyofmurder.com/unsuspectingCan't get enough AoM? Find us on social media!Instagram: @aom_podcast | @audiochuckTwitter: @AOM_podcast | @audiochuckFacebook: /listenAOMpod | /audiochuckllc

Nedbank is the latest bank highlighting a growing trend of fraudsters pretending to be police officers to scam unsuspecting South Africans. The bank released a fraud alert to customers that fraudsters use vishing calls to scam customers out of their money. Vishing is short for "voice phishing- a type of cybercrime where fraudsters use phone calls or voice messages to trick victims into revealing sensitive information. Scammers pose as bank employees from the bank fraud department or police officers. They call victims to inform them that they are linked to a fraud case before advising them to transfer money from their accounts.. To unpack this Bongiwe Zwane spoke to Lucas Venter , Nedbank's Group Head of Fraud Detection

Send us a textJoin us as we sit down with Enrolled Agent, and Founder of Golden Lion Tax Solutions, Morgan Q. Anderson, to discuss everything you need to know about Innocent Spouse Protection and Relief when filing jointly on an income tax return.As a leading divorce firm in Portland, our attorneys provide guidance on custody, alimony, separation, estate planning, and more. Learn what to expect in Oregon and Washington divorce cases and how we can help.If you would like to speak with one of our attorneys, please call our office at (503) 227-0200, or visit our website at https://www.pacificcascadelegal.com.To learn more about Morgan and how she can help you with your tax questions, you can visit her website at: https://www.goldenliontaxsolutions.com/Disclaimer: Nothing in this communication is intended to provide legal advice nor does it constitute a client-attorney relationship, therefore you should not interpret the contents as such.

In 2010, 18-year-old Jason Downie became obsessed with Chantelle Rowe, his friend’s girlfriend, after she rejected him. On the night of November 8th, in the quiet town of Kapunda, South Australia, Jason, consumed by jealousy, brutally took the lives of Chantelle, her father Andrew, and her mother Rose in their own home. Chantelle’s older brother, Chris Rowe, was on holiday in the Gold Coast at the time. When he heard rumours of a major incident back home, he logged onto Facebook to find out more. He was reassured with the message, “All’s good,” but soon, he would learn of the devastating loss of his family. Bryan Littlely, a journalist who covered the case extensively, is one of the only reporters to have interviewed Chris, the sole survivor, years later. THE END BITS Subscribe to Mamamia CREDITS Guest: Bryan Littley Host: Gemma Bath Producer: Tahli Blackman Audio Producer: Jacob Round GET IN TOUCH Email us at truecrime@mamamia.com.au or send us a voice note to give us feedback or suggest a case for the podcast. Rate or review us on Apple by clicking on the three dots in the top right-hand corner, click Go To Show then scroll down to the bottom of the page, click on the stars at the bottom and write a review. You can also leave a comment for us on Spotify. If any of the contents in this episode have caused distress, know that there is help available via Lifeline on 13 11 14 or Beyond Blue on 1300 22 4636. Mamamia acknowledges the Traditional Owners of the Land we have recorded this podcast on, the Gadigal people of the Eora Nation. We pay our respects to their Elders past and present and extend that respect to all Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander cultures.Become a Mamamia subscriber: https://www.mamamia.com.au/subscribeSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

It's Oscar Sunday, a ceremony fueled by one thing: publicity. We turn ordinary people into gods and goddesses by telling flattering myths about who they are and why they're important. The “narrative” gives voters a reason to care and almost always drives the win.In Hollywood, they're not planning on changing anything, just as the Democrats won't. They haven't noticed that, as they're watching the band play on, the ship is made of iron and will sink.What do they even stand for anymore? Transing the kids, open borders for cheap labor, and most importantly, the war in Ukraine. Attending the Oscars is like supporting the Democrats, like supporting Zelensky—an alignment of power like no other.Unsuspecting dreamers who rise in Hollywood are often warned never to believe their own publicity. Anyone who has ever worked in publicity, or the Oscar race as I have, knows it's nothing but pretty lies. It isn't journalism. It isn't criticism. It isn't the truth. It's like photoshopping a life.The Zelensky myth is necessary to keep hope alive that the Democrats didn't humiliate themselves when they lost to Trump a second time. No, it wasn't their failures. It had nothing to do with selling false narratives about Hillary and Joe, forcing voters to go along with it. This is bigger than an ordinary election. They are at war with the new “axis of evil.” And why not? They're the “resistance,” after all.Zelensky's entitled behavior in the Oval Office was proof enough that he believed his own publicity and lost perspective of who he was in this fight. He's not the man who can demand anything from the United States. But who's going to tell him?Certainly not the legacy media. Not the Democrats. Not Hollywood.Almost as soon as the war began, there didn't seem to be any difference between celebrities, the Democrats and Zelensky. The Ukrainian Tom Cruise was suddenly everywhere, not just at award shows but on television, appearing at celebrity and news events alike, smearing together politics and culture like peanut butter and jelly. His war was supposed to be our war. If you were against it, you were “pro-Putin.” This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit sashastone.substack.com/subscribe

Singers with the Green Mountain Chorus, Vermont's oldest barbershop ensemble, have fanned out across parts of northern Vermont each Valentine's Day for decades — serenading Vermonters in offices, homes, restaurants and even on the street.

Kyle and Mark break down a wild pursuit with the most unsuspecting ending. ================================= Click here https://www.joinsacpd.org/ to contact a full-time recruiter with the Sacramento Police Department to start your career in law enforcement! ================================= Subscribe to Shots Fired Podcast Here: ➡️ YouTube: @shotsfiredpodcast50 ============== Ways to reach the Shots Fired Podcast Team: ==============

In this week's episode, Michael asks Brent to define some Gen-Z slang terms and Brent talks further about what it means to help those who are unsuspecting and undeserving.

God came to us in unsuspecting glory. The advent of Christ reminds us that God's ways are not our ways. Even when we stand in expectation of God's promises, fulfillment can be unexpected. A depth of wonder is sounded here. Faith is a prominent feature in this story. It defines our trust and refines our expectations. And the glory that is here revealed, well, we are reminded that it exceeds all expectation. This sermon opens a lesser-known story that is connected to Christmas. A foreshadowing of the glory of Christ is put on display, with principles readily applicable to our present lives. 

In the winter of 1999 in Detroit, Michigan, sex worker Monica Johnson entered a Jeep Wrangler with the licence plate 'Baby Doll' with a client. That client, John Eric Armstrong, brutally murdered her and placed her body face down on the sidewalk, before returning home to his wife and young son. Monica was one of several women he killed between 1992 to 1999 before the police finally closed in. Journalist and author B.R. Bates, co-author of The ‘Baby Doll’ Serial Killer: The John Eric Armstrong Homicides, is one of the few individuals who has interviewed Armstrong himself. You can find The ‘Baby Doll’ Serial Killer: The John Eric Armstrong Homicides here. THE END BITS Subscribe to Mamamia CREDITS Guest: B.R. Bates Host: Gemma Bath Producer: Tahli Blackman Audio Producer: Jacob Round GET IN TOUCH Feedback? We’re listening! Email us at truecrime@mamamia.com.au or send us a voice note, and one of our Podcast Producers will get back to you ASAP. If any of the contents in this episode have caused distress, know that there is help available via Lifeline on 13 11 14 or Beyond Blue on 1300 22 4636. Mamamia acknowledges the Traditional Owners of the Land we have recorded this podcast on, the Gadigal people of the Eora Nation. We pay our respects to their Elders past and present and extend that respect to all Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander cultures.Become a Mamamia subscriber: https://www.mamamia.com.au/subscribeSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Princess Paua has one chance, and exactly ONE Ogre Slayer arrow left, to set all the wrongs of history right; to sort out the tangled knot of what's legend, what's history, whose fear determined which was which, where wishful thinking is a trap and the substance of reality a magic wand in-hand; to put all that she's learned together into a cohesive lesson that will impact not only her own life, but every single life within and beyond the Kingdom in an irrevocable way. Can she do it? If she can, WILL she?That's where you are now, Hunny, on the front lines of an “us” versus “them” mentality, caught in between two enormous and clashing forces, in what feels like an impossible situation. But you're sure of two things that quell you on this quest fit for a Princess: you ALWAYS have everything you need, and you can do ANYTHING you set your heart to—especially with Princess Paua by your side and Mrs. Honeybee in your heart. The only way out is through, so you and Princess Paua will need to get through to King Ronzio…and quickly if there is any hopeful way out of this. Last time in our fairy tale—with the help of the magic that YOU contain—you, Princess Paua, and Princess Pia achieved the impossible and changed the hearts of each and every raging Ogre in the entire Ogre army! It was like…well…a fairy tale, complete with shimmering fairies gathered merrily around Princess Petra as their new maître d'; this quest was well on its way toward a hard-earned happily ever after, wrapped up in sparkling bow.  All would have been well had it not been for onnnnne little detail. One iridescent detail that came flying back with its horn, its long flowing mane, and its brilliant white fur, but…without…any of its the three messengers that Paua sent at the reigns, carrying a very important message.When the unicorn came back flying solo, without the messengers it was sent with, Princess Paua tried to stay positive and rest assured that the urgent message she sent for her Father the King to stand down, to not raise his army, and to trust her to handle this complex situation at hand was received; she tried to save all of her “what-ifs” from flurrying like an avalanche in a snow storm because…what if the what-ifs never come to be? Like Mrs. Honeybee always says: it's better to focus on what IS rather than what IF. That shift puts us squarely in our most powerful position…PAUA-full, hehe…of problem-solving; why worry about “what if” until you can actually DO something—however big or small that something is—about what IS, when it actually comes about? Well…this time…all of Paua's “what-ifs” became her “what-ises”...rather quickly and in full force. Her “what-ifs” charged by the hundreds of thousands…to the bugle call of top generals, dressed in full military regalia, when all the King's men marched in lock-step, straight toward the UNsuspecting, UNassuming, UNthreatening Ogre army—opposite them, but NOT opposing them, by any stretch of the imagination…and imagination is the only opponent in this battle.The steely soldiers, hardened of heart, grate against the jolly Ogres, softened in spirit, who continue to dance in the rain to the rhythmic beat of the war drums; they do not recognize the threat in its sound, only the timbre and depth of its feel. They need your protection...from the King?  Welcome to The Fairy Tales of Princess Paua

Unsuspecting passengers are being caught out by rogue car or cab companies and it's costing them hundreds of dollars to go just a few kilometres up the road. One woman was charged nearly $800 for a 19 kilometres from Auckland's Ponsonby to West Harbour. It seems when there's a big event in town, more people are being preyed on, so are you supposed to tell what is legit and what's not? The Small Passenger Service Association is an industry body for taxis, ride shares and shuttles, its spokesperson Warren Quirke spoke to Lisa Owen.

Tony shares about a life of deeply investing into small groups of people, over many years and in many contexts. Join our conversation around how to build community in non-traditional spaces, with people God brings in our paths. Tony tells us about his business friends and gym friends and other groups he regularly invests in, to inspire us toward innovation in our ways of discipleship. --- www.dwellings.info

In a shocking case of conspiracy and betrayal, Kathryn Restelli, along with her mother, Tracey Grist, and brother, Kevin Ellis, is accused of plotting the murder of her husband, Matt Restelli. This video uncovers the events leading up to the tragic incident in American Fork, Utah, examining evidence from electronic messages, family communications, and police findings that reveal a web of deception. From staged crime scenes to unsettling messages, join us as we dive deep into the timeline and motives behind this complex case of family conspiracy. #truecrime #familybetrayal #KathrynRestelli #MattRestelli #MatthewRestelli #KevinEllis #TraceyGrist #domesticviolence #homicide #DV #shot #killed #trending #murdermystery #Utahcrime #conspiracy #AmericanForkUtah #crimescene #forensicanalysis #digitalevidence #justice #criminalinvestigation #shockingcrime #coldbloodedmurder #familysecrets #crimedocumentary #tragicstory #justiceserved #crimeuncovered #criminalpsychology #murderplot #disturbingstory #familydrama #hiddenmotives #evidenceanalysis #shockingtruth #domesticviolence #manipulation=======================================Order a copy of Deceived or She Knew No Fear and get the book signed for free! https://www.ProfilingEvil.comDONATE to Profiling Evil: https://www.paypal.com/donate/?hosted_button_id=T54JX76RZ455SSUPPORT our Podcasts: https://www.buzzsprout.com/1213394/support

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Married family man Bruce Mendenhall eventually fell into the long haul trucking industry. Unsuspecting women had no idea the plain looking monster would take their lives in such awful ways. His eventual capture and arrest by Pat Postiglione, Wunderkind Homicide and Cold Case detective from the Nashville PD is more interesting than the terrible things he did to women while trying to blame innocent men. Hear the tenacity of a team who was not going to let him continue on their watch

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Perry Carpenter is the chief human risk management strategist at KnowBe4, one of the world's leading cybersecurity experts, an author, and content creator specializing in awareness, behavior, culture, and human risk management. He is also featured on our list of cybersecurity pundits. In this episode, Carpenter joins host Heather Engel to discuss AI vishing attacks, how to protect unsuspecting call recipients, and more. • For more on cybersecurity, visit us at https://cybersecurityventures.com

On this episode… Unsuspecting artists, the death of action films, playlists have ruined music and Marcus performing headshots.Send in your "Clueless questions" to aintgotacluepodcast@gmail.comFor early add free access to all episodes and bonus bits:1 - Apple Podcasts - Click here or Tap Try Free on the Apple Podcasts app for a three day free trial.2 - Via Patreon by clicking herehttps://www.patreon.com/aintgotaclue/Follow AGAC on...Tik Tok- https://www.tiktok.com/@aintgotacluepodYouTube- https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCYz3U9CDm_xhBpmRWN3I9TwInstagram- https://instagram.com/aintgotacluepod Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

JFig and Leroy face off in this edition of NBA Finals Trivia! Test yourself against our "Experts" to determine where you lie in the hierarchy of NBA know-it-alls

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There are times when your partner's lies, deception, and gaslighting are so carefully crafted and meticulously masked, he not only fools you, he hoodwinks multiple women and your professionally trained relationship counselors. What happens when the full extent of his deception is revealed? Is it just another bad breakup, or are the implications much greater than that? My guest whose real name is Samantha experienced this level of deception. Samantha says the deception changed her outlook on life and deeply affected her family and friends. Has this happened to you? Could this ever happen to you? Be a guest on the show: Jillianhamiltonpodcast@gmail.com IG @cheatingwhenloveslies for highlights from all the shows. Please subscribe, like and share with anyone whose life has been upended by infidelity. Thank you!

Today, we dive into the treacherous waters of Airbnb scams, uncover Russia's long-haul strategy in the Ukraine conflict, and spotlight a crucial cybersecurity initiative for the utility sector. From the deceptive depths of online booking frauds to the geopolitical chess game and the digital defense of our utilities, we explore how vigilance, strategic resilience, and cybersecurity innovation are key to safeguarding interests and integrity in today's interconnected world. Airbnb Scams: Navigating the Labyrinth of Online Booking Scams Read more at: https://www.malwarebytes.com/blog/news/2024/02/airbnb-scam-sends-you-to-a-fake-tripadvisor-site-takes-your-money Russia's Strategic Endurance Test Discover the insights at: https://www.recordedfuture.com/russia-seeks-exploit-western-war-fatigue-win-ukraine Elevating Cybersecurity in Utility Sectors Learn about the initiative here: https://www.cybersecuritydive.com/news/doe-naruc-publish-cybersecurity-baselines-utilities-distributed-energy-resources-der/708902/ Thanks to Jered Jones for providing the music for this episode. https://www.jeredjones.com/ Logo Design by https://www.zackgraber.com/ Transcript: Intro (Complete) [00:00:00] announcer: Welcome to The Daily Decrypt, the go to podcast for all things cybersecurity. Get ready to decrypt the complexities of cyber safety and stay informed. Stand at the frontier of cybersecurity news, where every insight is a key to unlocking the mysteries of the digital domain. Your voyage through the cyber news vortex starts now. [00:00:29] offsetkeyz: Alright, welcome back to the Daily Decrypt. You made it through February, the longest February we've seen in three years. Welcome to March. Today's March 1st, and today we are unpacking A suitcase of scams, as travelers find their dream stays turning into nightmares, thanks to a crafty Airbnb con that's more about taking your money than providing a bed. Then, we're crossing over to the chessboard of international politics, where Russia is playing a [00:01:00] long game aiming to outlast Western resolve in Ukraine, in a strategy that might have the West checking its watches rather than its moves. And finally, we're plugging into the utility sector, where the US Department of Energy and Utility Regulators are sparking An initiative to shield our electric grid from cyber threats. Proving that in the battle against hackers, it's better to be a smart cookie than a tough nut to crack. [00:01:26] transition: Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do. [00:01:32] offsetkeyz: In a cunning ruse, scammers hijacked the credibility of Airbnb and TripAdvisor, orchestrating a fake listing ballet that pirouetted right into travelers wallets. Imagine this, you're scrolling through Airbnb, dreaming of a lavish apartment in Amsterdam. You find one, but the plot thickens. The host, citing technical glitches and steep fees on Airbnb, suggests a detour to TripAdvisor. But here's the [00:02:00] twist. The TripAdvisor link leads, not to the safety of a verified booking site, but into the clutches of a fake doppelganger site designed to snatch your hard earned cash. Now, let's unravel the scale of this breach. Our digital detectives at Malwarebytes stumbled upon this scam while actually trying to book a stay. Digging deeper, they uncovered not one, not two, but a sprawling network of 220 phony websites linked to this scam. The implications? Well, they're as vast as the web of lies spun by these scammers. Unsuspecting travelers could be out of pocket potentially thousands of dollars with no booking in hand. So how can you avoid falling into such a trap? First off, skepticism is your best friend. If a deal sounds too good to be true, your scam raider should be beeping. Always book directly through official platforms, watch out for odd email addresses and links that don't match the purported site, [00:03:00] and remember, haste makes waste. Don't let scammers pressure you into quick decisions. [00:03:06] transition: Uh, [00:03:18] offsetkeyz: Alright, so up next, we're talking about some research that uncovers that Russia is trying to use war fatigue against its enemies in the West. Which includes us. The Kremlin is planning to use a Soviet era technique known as the Correlation of Forces and Means, which assesses the West's resolve through the lens of a political rhetoric, economic tremors, and public sentiment. But what exactly is Moscow aiming to achieve? Beyond the fog of war rhetoric, terms like denazification and demilitarization float around. Russia's tangible goal seems to be ensuring Ukraine remains outside of NATO's embrace, which is a tactic not unlike its [00:04:00] maneuvers in Georgia back in 2008. So how is Russia planning to pull this off? They're planning to use information confrontation. By weaving narratives designed to resonate with Western audiences, leveraging actual Western economic concerns and political discourse to paint a picture of inevitable defeat should support for Ukraine persist. And yet, the plot thickens. The Kremlin is not just playing a game of hearts and minds abroad, but is also betting on the resilience of the Russian spirit, convinced that its own populace can weather the storm longer than the West can. As the West grapples with these strategic feints and thrusts, the real question emerges. How do we counteract this narrative of fatigue without compromising our values or interests? It's a delicate balance between reinforcing our resolve and ensuring that our support for Ukraine doesn't unravel at the seams of domestic discontent. As we chart the course through these turbulent waters, it's clear that the solution lies not just in [00:05:00] military aid or economic sanctions, but in the realm of information warfare and economic resilience. To counter the tide of Russian influence, Western nations must refine their information strategies, ensuring that the narrative of support for Ukraine remains compelling and truthful, while also addressing the economic pinch felt by their citizens. So just to wrap this up, Russia is using propaganda, not only against its own citizens, to paint Ukraine as a terrible place. Obviously the Kremlin has to do something to convince Russian troops to be killing innocent people, but Now Russia is turning to sway the minds of those in the West. who are coming to Ukraine's aid, such as you and I. Especially during this election year, they're going to not only try to sway our votes in the election, but also to sway the minds of the voters away from supporting Ukraine. So keep an eye out for any pro Russia [00:06:00] propaganda in the coming months. [00:06:09] offsetkeyz: Alright, and finally, following our recent report on the security recommendations for water utilities, we're going to be diving deeper into the broader utilities sector with a fresh update. On February 29th, 2024, Utility Dive shone a light on a pivotal initiative by utility regulators and the U. S. Department of Energy to enhance the cybersecurity defenses of our nation's utility infrastructure. This collaborative effort introduces a set of voluntary cybersecurity baselines designed to fortify the electric grid against the rising tide of cyber threats. The initiative, a joint venture between the National Association of Regulatory Utility Commissions or nare, and the doe's Office of Cybersecurity, energy Security, and Emergency Response aims to establish a foundational framework to safeguard distribution systems and [00:07:00] distributed energy resources. These guidelines serve as a beacon for state public utility commissions, utilities, and aggregators offering a standardized approach to mitigating cyber risks. So why is this important? We're currently living in an era where the electric grid is increasingly decentralized, and the specter of cyber attacks looms larger than ever. The interconnectedness of today's grid, coupled with the proliferation of smart technologies, exposes vulnerabilities that could be exploited to disrupt essential services. The DOE and NAREC's initiative underscores the importance of cybersecurity as the backbone of power system resilience. So some key recommendations from the initiative include incorporating cybersecurity requirements in utilities procurement processes, advocating for robust information sharing protocols in the event of security incidents. And enforcing stringent access controls and authentication measures to protect critical infrastructure. So make sure people [00:08:00] aren't accessing your digital resources as well as your physical resources. There shouldn't be random people roaming around in your building. And it's not anyone else's responsibility but your own to make sure there's no random people roaming around your building. Take some pride in The extremely important work you're doing, whether you're a janitor, or a senior manager at one of these utility facilities. Though your work may feel mundane, it is extremely important to the health and wealth of the nation. We would be absolutely crippled without internet, but we would also be absolutely crippled without power, without water, and as threats increase, To our country, to the western world. These threats are going to be targeting utilities first. If they can shut those down, they can control everything. Next time you see a stranger roaming around, ask him who he is, ask him to show identification. It's okay. We gotta encourage this practice where we work. Because you'd be surprised at what someone can [00:09:00] get by being physically present in your building. They simply need to plug in a USB stick to the back of a random computer, and they can likely get control over all the systems. They'll be able to access any information that may be living on that computer and pivot to be controlling every computer in your building. It's pretty difficult to defend against outside threats. But it's next to impossible to defend once they've entered your building. So access control is very important alongside password management, multi factor authentication, all the stuff we love to harp on. And if you are an employee of one of these utility services, which I happen to know quite a few, Put a bug in your IT person's ear. Put a bug in your boss's ear. Never forget the power of your own voice and making a difference. So talk to people. Make sure things are getting done that need to be getting done. If you guys get breached, not only will you be out of a job, but you'll probably be out of power. So [00:10:00] we really appreciate everything you guys are doing out there. [00:10:03] offsetkeyz: And that's all we got for you today. Thanks for listening. Happy March, and we hope this month is the best month of your life.

On this weeks episode we bring the jokes, talk about unsuspecting pizza delivery to friends. We discuss The Rock or Cody? We ask each other about if we believe in aliens in Florida, and more! The cover art was generated by Bing Copilot with Chat GPT4 and Dalle3 Social Media: @jnfvisuals @Coach_Nick_EC57 @Coachsak21. Please like, share, and comment on our episodes! Join the conversation, and Chase The Hug" with us. --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/chasingthehug/message Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/chasingthehug/support

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God chose a poor, unimpressive girl from a small town with nothing to her name to bear his Son. He didn't choose her because she was special, but she was special because she was chosen by God. Check out Sunday's message on Mary and see yourself in her story. God has also chosen you, as ordinary as you are, to be a Christ-bearer.

Activist, Frances Micklem, and former Deputy Minister of Indonesia, Richard Claproth, join the program to discuss the massive mosquito program that has been unleashed in 12 countries. They share what they know about the program and how it is affecting the local residents. We also discuss how the WHO amendments and the full treaty will enable the WHO to implement programs like this one in every member country without your knowledge or consent. You can sign the petition to help stop this insanity at https://forms.gle/r3894kP2HnpRawFRAThis show is part of the Spreaker Prime Network, if you are interested in advertising on this podcast, contact us at https://www.spreaker.com/show/4656375/advertisement

In the town of Bethlehem, I don't know how many inns there were. I do know there was at least one: a guy trying to make a living in a small town that was overrun with crowds and chaos.We don't know if he offered his barn in exasperation, quick brainstorm, or compassionate connect with the Lord, but we do know that God used him to get Mary and Josheph...and Jesus into that stable.God used an unsuspecting participant in a small town to help direct His Son to a special place where a miracle happened. And He can do the same for us. Bible verses referred to in this episode:Luke 2:4-7Find me on Instagram @HLynnPierce  or at hlynnpierce.comSign up for my E-mail list here!

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“I give thanks to my God always for you because of the grace of God that has been given you in Christ Jesus” (1 Cor. 1). Isaiah 64:1-9 Psalm 80:1-7, 16-18 1 Corinthians 1:3-9 Mark 13:24-37 1 Advent (Year B)  8:30 a.m. and 11 a.m. Eucharist Sunday 3 December 2023 | After the Episcopal Election 1. ‘A hui hou. Stay awake. Stay awake. In 2004 my best friend was an opera singer named Jennifer Lopez. Jenn is not the famous actor known as J. Lo (although the two were born a year apart). In her early forties doctors diagnosed Jenn with ALS, Lou Gehrig's disease. She returned to her parent's house in California to die. I visited her every Wednesday. The first question she would always ask was, “How is your family?” and the second question would be about a sick person in the congregation or my dissertation. She understood what mattered to me. Jenn was the perfect confidante. I could speak honestly to her about my frustrations with my dissertation advisor or the church leadership without worrying that she might think less of me. Jenn always gave people the benefit of the doubt. [i] Jenn learned to sing in our church and I can imagine her as a girl first beginning to realize her great talent. On some visits we would watch videotapes of her operas. I loved watching her sweep down the stage in a flowing dress singing so powerfully. Her face in those performances showed so much emotion and sensitivity. Once I confided to her that sometimes when I watched an opera singer or listened to a musician like a cellist, I almost secretly fell in love with the performer and tried to imagine what their life was like offstage. “Well this is it!” she joked as she gestured to her wheelchair. We spent hours laughing together. Strangely enough my favorite images of Jenn come from her family photograph albums. Because the colors in those pictures seemed brighter than real life they were particularly appropriate for her spirit. Images from band trips, graduations, summer parties and family gatherings were a wonderful collage expressing her youthfulness, energy and all-around zaniness. Over time Jenn lost the ability to speak, but because we spent so much time together I could understand her. More than most Jenn loved life and there were times, as it was withdrawn from her, that she despaired. Sometimes I still can hear the moaning sound that at the end of her life was the only way she could express this disappointment. But Jenn never complained, never lost interest. Above all the two of us loved Jesus. Before she got sick she had begun the process of getting ordained as a priest. If only we could have had a long career together serving God's people! When I think back to those Wednesdays I realize that we talked a lot about death. But my overwhelming memory is how awake we were – awake to the simplest joys of life and to tragedy. We were awake to the way God's invisible love surrounds us like a thick blanket on a winter night. 2. The darkness we experienced together is the darkness of Advent. Today we celebrate the first Sunday of the new year. The church calendar could have started with the joy of Easter, or the newness and vulnerability of Christmas, or the fiery energy of Pentecost. But instead we begin in the shadow of war, hatred and sorrow. We begin in darkness: waiting, singing and praying for new light. Yesterday hundreds were killed as war returned to Gaza. We pray for the end of violence in the Middle East, Africa and Ukraine. We refuse to turn our eyes away from the suffering. In America as the secular world prepares for a consumer Christmas, Christians could hardly be more out of step. We are awake, waiting for Christ to come in glory at the end of time. The older I get the more I treasure our Advent hymns. We sing, “Zion hears the watchman singing; her heart with joyful hope is springing, she wakes and hurries through the night…” (Hymn 61). [ii] On this first Sunday of the church year, as we await the advent of Christ, we begin a new story about Jesus. The principle way we know about Jesus is through the four gospels. The word gospel means good news. Because three of the four gospels share so much in common and look so similar we call them the synoptic gospels. Each of our three year cycle of Sunday readings is based on one of them (with the Gospel of John filling out the rest of each year). Matthew uses five sections (like the Torah or the five books of Moses) to show that Jesus is a new Moses. Luke describes Jesus as the Lord's royal servant who brings God's light to the nations of the world. John explains how Jesus reunites us with God in a way that we could never accomplish on our own. 3. Today we are entering the year of Mark. Mark explains how humanity comes to have a new start. He writes about how a new reality called the Kingdom of God comes into history and transforms it. Mark uses a simpler vocabulary and grammar to form powerful, compact sentences. His favorite word in Greek is euthus. It means immediately. It comes up so often that sometimes translators just leave it out. Mark presents the hearer or reader with a choice about who Jesus is. The only time Mark is really direct about his own position is in the first sentence of the gospel when he writes, “The beginning of the good news of Jesus Christ, the Son of God” (Mk. 1). The Gospel of Mark has three sections. The first takes place in Galilee and the last in Jerusalem. The middle section occurs as Jesus travels between the two places. In the first section the world wonders who Jesus is. Mark quotes Malachi (3:1) and Isaiah (40:3) describing Jesus as a kind of messenger from God. At Jesus' baptism a voice from heaven says, “You are my Son, the Beloved” (Mk. 1). Jesus heals people, casts out their demons and forgives their sins. He tells them about God's kingdom using stories about a sower casting seeds, and about a tiny mustard seed that grows into a great plant. In the second section of Mark, Jesus' friends are struggling to understand who he is. Jesus asks, “but who do you say I am.” Peter boldly calls Jesus the Messiah (Mk. 8). At the time Peter still has in mind a conquering military hero who will overthrow the Roman authorities. Jesus subverts the whole idea of a messiah. He teaches them that the Son of Man did not come to be served but to be serve others. On the mountain two of Jesus' friends see him talking with Elijah and Moses. From an overshadowing cloud a voice says, “This is my Son, the Beloved, listen to him” (Mk. 9). The final section of Mark shows how Jesus becomes king. A royal procession takes Jesus into Jerusalem where he teaches in the temple. Mark writes, “a large crowd was listening to him with delight” (Mk. 12:37). Later sitting on the Mount of Olives four of his friends ask him when the end will come. Jesus answers with the words we just heard. No one, not the angels nor even the Son of Humanity will know the time. He says literally, “keep on being awake.” [iii] Mark uses the word grēgoreō like the name Gregory. It means to be alert or awake, literally woke. Jesus becomes the Messiah or king by being crucified. A Roman centurion seems to be the only one who understands. He says, “Truly this man was God's Son!” (Mk. 15). When the women go to the tomb an angelic young man in white tells them that Jesus has been raised. The gospel ends abruptly as they flee, “… for terror and amazement had seized them; and they said nothing to anyone, for they were afraid.” Mark confronts every person with this question. Who will Jesus be for you? The twentieth century monk Thomas Merton (1915-1968) writes, “This is the most complete revolution that has ever been preached: in fact, it is the only true revolution, because all others demand the extermination of somebody else, but this one means the death of the [person] who, for all practical purposes, you have come to think of as your own self.” [iv] 4. In this season of Advent we have the chance to prepare a place in ourselves and in the world to receive Christ. There is so much in the Divine plan that we cannot understand, dark places, unmapped territories and worlds to discover. I invite you to encounter Jesus in our present moment. Let me close with a poem by Steve Garnaas-Holmes called “Longing.” “Unsuspecting at first, of course, / you only gradually begin to feel / an urge, a leaning, / slow to become a promise, / a yearning that will become / its own gift, given from beyond. / It grows from a tiny seed, / a grace that is not your doing, / a single cell: / a change of season, / a subtle turning of the heart, / until by some grace you will know. / But now you do not yet, / you are still longing. / But know this, you are Mary, / and Gabriel is near.” [v] On my very last visit with Jennifer before going out of town, we both knew that we probably would not see each other again in this world. I prayed so hard for a miracle that would instantly make her whole and healthy again. What I discovered was someone who was truly awake - who loved Jesus. That night in a dream her grandmother Margaret, who had died when she was eight years old, kept pulling her hand. At the end of our visit, I asked if there was anything she wanted to say before I unplugged her laser pointer for the last time. She pointed out the letters for “Mahalo,” or thank you in Hawaiian. I told her ‘a hui hou which means until we meet again. She was so tired and she shut her eyes as I read evening prayer with the Song of Simeon. It goes, “Lord you now have set your servant free to go in peace as you have promised.” I closed my prayerbook, looked into her face and said goodbye. She opened her eyes, smiled back at me and mouthed the words ‘a hui hou. ‘A hui hou. Stay awake. Stay awake. Come Lord Jesus. [i] We spent those mornings talking about our families, dreams and worries. We talked about the most ordinary things and the profoundest. We talked about politics, art and our love of Jesus. Her commentary on the family and friends in those photographs was priceless. She was smart enough to recognize all of our crazy inconsistencies, idiosyncrasies and frailties, but kind enough to love us even more because of them. Above all Jenn forgave the people around her for the rough edges that make us human. I like to think that she cared for us oddballs more than the normal people.

According to a study published last year, between 2000 and 2020, the U.S. Poison Control Centers (the 24-hour-a-day hotline staffed by toxicology experts) have seen a 245% rise in cases involving marijuana in 6 to 18-year-olds! Over 80% of those calls were kids 13 to 18.And although since 2014 cannabis cases in general have exceeded alcohol poisoning cases, edibles “showed the highest average monthly increase.” So, despite the fact that cannabis vaping products have also seen a major uptick, it appears teens may be moving away from smoking and towards edibles.Today we talk about edibles, - cannabis edibles - you know, the kind with THC! What makes them so dangerous for teens, and how does THC really impact a teenager's brain anyway? And how the heck do we talk to our kids about all this stuff? Listen and find out.Show NotesTranscriptFind our FREE Parenting Guides Here"I just wanted to let you know that I'm so thankful for your podcast! ...I'm so happy I discovered it!" Speaking of Teens ListenerPlease help us reach more parents of teens and tweens by leaving us a 5-star rating and write us a review in your app. It will let people know the show is worth listening to.We upload new episodes every Tuesday and Friday so please come back!You can reach out to me with ideas for the show or guest suggestions at acoleman@speakingofteens.com. Thanks so much for listening!Ann ColemanPrivacyGet the Parenting Cheat SheetCheck out PARENT CAMP - a monthly membership where you will learn how to strengthen your relationship and decrease the conflict with your teens and tweens (while improving their behavior.) Plus, expert advice on everything from drug use to screen time and everything in between. Join our Facebook Group for Free Support for Parents and others who care for Teens (and get immediate access to all the parenting guides above!) Connect with us on Facebook or Instagram

Activist, Frances Micklem, and former Deputy Minister of Indonesia, Richard Claproth, join the program to discuss the massive mosquito program that has been unleashed in 12 countries. They share what they know about the program and how it is affecting the local residents. We also discuss how the WHO amendments and the full treaty will enable the WHO to implement programs like this one in every member country without your knowledge or consent. You can sign the petition to help stop this insanity at https://forms.gle/r3894kP2HnpRawFRA   Mentioned in the show: Find the ultimate list of Prepper and Unique Christmas gifts at https://sarahwestall.com/unique-christmas-gifts/ Help rebuild America and your independence - learn more at https://FreedomBuyingClub.com Consider subscribing: Follow on my Substack at SarahWestall.Substack.com Follow on Twitter at https://twitter.com/sarah_westall See Important Proven Solutions to Keep Your from getting sick even if you had the mRNA Shot - Dr. Nieusma MUSIC CREDITS: “In Epic World” by Valentina Gribanova, licensed for broad internet media use, including video and audio       See video on Bastyon | Bitchute | Rumble | Odysee | Youtube | Freedom.Social   Richard Claproth Biography Richard Claproth  received a PhD in Earth Science from the University of Wollongong, Australia . He also completed a Post-graduate Fellowship at the John F. Kennedy School of Government, Harvard University  and  he was appointed Assistant Coordinating Minister for Economics, Finance and Industry, and became Deputy Coordinating Minister for Economics, Finance and Industry. After returning from the United States, where he was a visiting Professor for Economics in the Post Graduate Program of the International Economics Graduate School at Brandeis University, he served as Secretary to the Minister for State-Owned Enterprises (MSOE) and also served as a member of State Defense Institute Economics Team (Lemhanas). In 2005 he was appointed Commissioner of Bank Mandiri. He has been received a number of honors in the course of his service with the Indonesian government, including the Satya Lencana Karya Satya 10 Tahun in 1993, the Satya Lencana Wira Karya in 1996 and the Bintang Jasa Pratama in 1998. He is the Founder of Forum Gladiator Bangsa, with a mission to share experiences from global leaders to nurture future leaders in Indonesia and worldwide.   Frances Micklem Biography Frances Micklem worked with the Institute for Responsible Technology in 2021, on drafting and sharing legislative reports, on the challenges of regulating Gene Edited Micro-organisms. Her research included the biosafety and health challenges of Gain of Function, Gene Drives, Biological Weapons, Green Technologies, Carbon Capture and Storage, gene edited Ingredients in food and Agriculture, GE Mosquitoes, GM Trees. The risks of even one modified microorganism persisting in Nature and inadvertently editing the fungal, bacterial and viral microbiomes on which life depend were found to be very high. The main challenge to regulation was Intellectual Property privacy, to protect military and trade value, while making public or independent risk assessment impossible. Governments had been lobbied, by the Pharmaceutical and Biotech Industry to grant exemptions from risk assessing genetically engineered organisms as invasive species. Environmental protection agencies were told to use old chemical contamination protocols instead, which do not take into account the spread of living organisms. Infant genetic engineering technologies, including CRISPR and micro-injection were promoted as natural and non-GMO.    

Imagine if you owned a piece of undeveloped land to build your dream home and you show up one day to find a home under construction by someone who thought they had purchased your land. That sounds somewhat impossible with all the steps you go through to purchase land, but it's apparently something that has been happening more often. Some industry experts even say it may have become an even bigger problem than wire fraud.   In this episode, you'll hear from Elizabeth Blosser of the American Land Title Association who calls this kind of fraud “seller impersonation fraud” because the crooks are impersonating the real landowner in order to sell the land to someone else. Elizabeth will talk about how they get away with it and what buyers and sellers can do to protect themselves. You'll find an ALTA brochure on seller impersonation fraud here.    Elizabeth Blosser is the Vice President of Government Affairs at ALTA. She oversees the association's state legislative efforts including annually monitoring state bills related to the real estate, mortgage and title industries. She also serves on the board of directors for the Property Records Industry Association and has worked for legislators on the federal, state and local levels. She has extensive experience managing political, grassroots and public relations campaigns.    You can also learn more about protecting your properties at RealWealth.com. You'll find hundreds of webinars and articles. It's free to sign up. Just go to realwealthshow.com. We also have a video version of this podcast on YouTube. Please be sure you subscribe to our podcast on whichever platform you choose! And when you have a minute, please leave us a review.    Thanks for listening, Kathy Fettke   ALTA's seller impersonation fraud brochure:  https://www.alta.org/file.cfm?name=ALTA-Seller-Impersonation-Handout   You can follow ALTA at these social media sites: https://www.instagram.com/altainstagram/ https://www.youtube.com/user/altavideos https://www.linkedin.com/company/american-land-title-association https://www.facebook.com/altaonline/

There's a reason celebrities and New York's “It” girls flock to Sofie Pavitt's Chinatown studio for her famous facials. It isn't because they're looking forward to a luxurious, relaxing treatment. You won't get that from Sofie. It's because the South Wales-born esthetician is going to transform their skin. Sofie Pavitt's before and afters have proven that a simple routine, consistency, and gentle, but efficacious ingredients can get you your dream skin, especially if you're dealing with acne. She recently launched her own line of products including a Mandelic Acid serum that both Kirbie and Sara swear by. On the pod, Sofie shared why she made the pivot from fashion to facials (she worked at Abercrombie & Fitch during its heyday), the differences between British and American beauty ideals, and the most common culprits for pesky pimples, but more importantly, how to get rid of them. GlossAngelesPod.comhttps://glossangeles.komi.ioCALL OR TEXT US: 424-341-0426Shop products from our episodesJoin our FB Group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/glossangelespodcastInstagram: @glossangelspod, @kirbiejohnson, @saratanTwitter: @glossangelespod, @kirbiejohnson, @saratanEmail: glossangelespodcast@gmail.com Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Active Latter-day Saint Mother and daughter take unsuspecting son, Blaze Thibaudeau, to an unknown wintery gathering in the north. They leave without the father's knowledge. The Mother, her brother, and the adult daughter appear to have gotten involved with an end-times cult. The Davidic Servant is supposed to be someone who is to prepare the way for the Second Coming of Jesus Christ. Website - www.cwicmedia.com 

In this episode, meet Kayla Barnes, CEO of LYV The Wellness Space, a leader in longevity medicine. Kayla, a certified brain health coach and host of the Brain Biohacking Podcast, highlights the glymphatic system's role in quality sleep and the importance of nutrition for mental clarity. Discover the impact of toxins on brain health, from glyphosate to everyday products. Learn about Kayla's personal brain health practices for longevity.01:51 Brain health and longevity.04:23 Nutritional programs for longevity.08:16 Brain health and nutrients.11:30 Unsuspecting factors affecting brain health.14:09 Functional medicine and brain health.19:38 Gut health and memory issues.22:01 One investment for your household.23:36 Dehydration's effect on the brain.28:34 Grounding and its benefits.32:44 The world of cardiology.34:14 AI analysis and heart health.39:41 Decline of mental health.41:22 Changing your mindset.45:30 Brain health and biohacking.47:58 Health and self-care routines.Discover the Nutrition, Lifestyle, & Fitness Plan that Works Best with Your Body with InsideTracker! Get 20% off at INSIDETRACKER.COM/AXE20 kaylabarnes.comLYV Wellness Follow Kayla Instagram @kaylabarnesFollow LYV The Wellness Space on Instagram: @lyvthewellnessspaceFollow Us on Instagram! Join Our Newsletter! Follow our hosts on Instagram: @organic_blondie + @doctormotley

In hour two, Crowder tells us about his sit down with Dolphins HC Mike McDaniel for The Pivot Podcast. We wish a legendary South Florida athlete happy birthday. Tony Gonzalez asked the question everyone wanted to hear after last nights TNF game. Then, Lee Sterling shares his picks for the football weekend and we construct the perfect Froyo order. 

In this episode of Serial Streamers, Jami walks listeners through the NXIVM cult and the Starz Original docuseries on the topic, Seduced: Inside the NXIVM Cult. Unsuspecting members of NXIVM would eventually learn that the organization's goal wasn't to help people reach their full potential, it was to fulfill the sadistic desires of its leader Keith Rainere. The organization would eventually be exposed in a very public way, with Rainere and other high ranking members facing very serious criminal charges. Even after Rainere's conviction on sex trafficking and other charges, he still has loyalists who celebrate him. Follow Jami on Instagram & TikTok @JamiOnAir and join the Serial Streamers true crime TV club! Twice per month, Jami opens up the Serial Streamers club chat on Instagram so members can weigh in on the TV series we're watching.  CrimeCon 2023: Visit CrimeCon.com and use code MURDERISH for 10% off a Standard Badge. Dirty Money Moves: Women in White Collar Crime - Listen on Apple Podcasts https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/dirty-money-moves-women-in-white-collar-crime/id1619521092. TrendVETTERS: Listen on Apple Podcasts https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/trendvetters/id1682586524. Want to advertise on this show? We've partnered with Cloud10 Media to handle our advertising requests. If you're interested in advertising on MURDERISH, send an email to Sahiba Krieger mailto:sahiba@cloud10.fm with a copy to mailto:jami@murderish.com.  Visit Murderish.com for more info about the show and Creator/Host, Jami. Ad-Free episodes: Visit https://www.patreon.com/Murderish to join MURDERISH | Behind the Mic and get access to bonus episodes, ad-free episodes, and other cool perks. Listening to this podcast doesn't make you a murderer, it just means you're murder..ish. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

25-year-old schoolteacher Christy Mirack is found brutally slain in her Lancaster, Pennsylvania apartment in 1992. The investigation uncovers a plethora of suspects, but still, the case goes cold. It isn't until 26 years later that investigators catch their big break with the help of a genealogy website. Check out our great sponsors! DON'T MISS VH1'S MY TRUE CRIME STORY - NARRATED BY REMY MA! ONLY ON VH1. CATCH UP ON DEMAND. Quote your car insurance at Progressive.com to join the over 27 million drivers who trust Progressive!