• Ozark Race Wars: Part 6
    Oct 5 2024
    Riley, Taliyah and Dominique, oh my!Based on a post by FinalStand, in 13 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels.Upstairs, at the same time.Pist; pist,’ Taliyah hissed at Mikhail. ‘Wake up.’‘I’m awake,’ he replied, though his eyes remained closed.‘I can’t believe Vlad is cheating on Brandy.’‘Brandy keeps telling him that she’s Darius’ girl. How long is he supposed to hang around waiting for her to decide?’ Mikhail questioned.‘I; I warned her; he had better not be fucking my Mother.’‘Do you want me to go find out?’ he finally opened his eyes. Taliyah’s head and shoulders were visible from his horizontal form as she looked from the bed. She was still dressed in her cheerleader’s uniform.‘Don’t be stupid,’ she spat. ‘I’ll go look.’‘Yeah; because that couldn't possibly turn out wrong,’ he chided her.‘Damn it. Stop making sense. I prefer you being an insensitive jerk.’‘Default setting, gotchya,’ he laughed softly. A few moment’s passed.‘I can’t hear anything,’ Taliyah closed her eyes and strained her hearing. Mikhail rolled up into a sitting position then stood.‘I’ll be right back.’‘I’m coming with you,’ she slid off the bed as well. Mikhail took in the girl-becoming-a-woman before him. Taliyah Malik was taller than Brandy by a good three inches. Her skin was mocha with a dark birthmark under her right breast. Her eyes were dark, intelligent and sparkled when she was angry, as he could well attest.Her lips were full and very little acne scared her face. Her thick, kinky black hair was pulled back in a woven ponytail with beads on the last few inches. Her arms were firm and strong, as were her legs (she’d punched and kicked him with real force), her breasts were hemispherical and pert, with long thin nipples that poked through her clothes when she was aroused. Her stomach was soft to the touch, curvy yet tightly muscled beneath the surface. She was a true athlete.Her thighs and calves were muscular, as was her curvaceous ass which stuck out of its own accord and was sturdy to the touch. Mikhail knew. He’d played in depth with that ass just this afternoon; and loved it. Her full, rich lips were upturned in her normal sneer.‘Where did your clothes go?’ she hissed. Mikhail was down to his boxers.‘I don’t sleep in my clothes. It is uncomfortable. Besides, we’ve seen each other naked, so what’s the big deal?’ he countered.‘It will be a really big deal if Momma finds you like this, in my room.’‘I’ll tell her you beat me up, took my clothes and made me sleep at the foot of your bed like a bad serf, or a good dog,’ he chuckled. She smacked his chest.Together they went to her room door which had been left partially open when they fell asleep. Taliyah was still disappointed that she hadn’t made more progress with the terribly annoying, yet definitely attractive youngest member of the Samsonov clan. He seemed immune to her status at school, or her mother’s critical position in city government. He was the most exasperatingly independent man she’d ever met. She was also oddly drawn to his muscular frame, pale blonde hair and crystal blue eyes that reminded her of a raptor.Taliyah couldn’t quite accept that she was also drawn to the man’s brutality. There was a barely contained beast dwelling behind those crystal orbs; and she wanted to see more of it. She wanted to test it and she wanted to make that challenge because she sure that was exactly how he would see it, a one on one fight for dominance.She couldn’t gain dominance in Darius’ power structure. The whole cheer squad had been reduced to play toys for the football team. Being a girl meant she was a vagina and little more despite all her personal ambitions. Brandy barely cared, she was so far under Darius’ spell. Mikhail was different though. She’d heard about how he treated Kaja; how Kaja was part of his team and was treated as if her ambitions mattered.It wasn’t until the car ride home that Taliyah realized that Kaja hadn’t hooked up with Mikhail yet. At first, she had thought Kaja was showing stunning wisdom for not dating one of the three most hated White boys in school. The hunting lodge had changed all that. He’d abused her, fought with her and taken control over her and she’d made him pay for every step; and it had been fun. He didn’t belittle her efforts nor insinuate that his success was anything more than a temporary victory for either side.She’d verified that in the stables when she’d wailed on him good. Even his scary/crazy mother had thought Mikhail need a good thrashing. How he had ended up in her bedroom when the lights went out was still a mystery. Mikhail hadn’t once looked at her funny, or tried anything. After their earlier tussle on the floor and the resulting make-out session, he’d rolled over and gone straight to bed. She’d heard Vlad come in, their whispered conversation and then...
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  • Ozark Race Wars: Part 5
    Oct 4 2024
    Approved Affection.Based on a post by FinalStand, in 13 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels.Brandy was unlocking the door when I put a hand on her elbow and strongly turned her around. Frustration morphed into confusion and blossomed into happiness as I exacted my promised minute make-out session. Even a colossal distraction as big as the Mayor’s family implosion wouldn’t keep me from my Brandy-time.Big Bob ‘caught’ us at it. The door had been opened and the AC was exiting the front door.‘Hands above the belt-line, Mr. Samsonov,’ he grumbled in a friendly manner.‘Daddy,’ Brandy pouted to her Papa. ‘He’s behaving himself.’‘Are you behaving yourself around my daughter?’ the Sheriff quizzed me.‘Sir, I’d rather go directly to the 500 hours of community service than answer that question; Sir,’ I replied. Big Bob snorted. Brandy rolled her eyes, gave me one last peck then glided past her patriarch.‘I haven’t see her that happy in a long time,’ Big Bob spoke softly. ‘Whatever you are doing, be a gentleman about it.’‘Ugh; I’ll do my best Sheriff Carson, but it’s difficult,’ I groaned. Bob laughed at me and my 'agony’.‘Take care, Vlad,’ he gave one final nod before closing the door. I made a quick call to Mom to update her to our change in plans. Mikhail had beaten me to the punch. She understood I had to hand-off Brandy first, no harm / no foul. She asked me to hang out at Dominque’s place for a while because she knew Mr. Malik was a devious, lying rat-bastard and believed he would sweet talk his daughter into letting him back into his wife’s proximity.I mulled over handing her the Malik family secret. I trusted Mom. More to the point, I trusted her to respect my decision to want that tidbit handled with care. No cops harassed me on the return trip. I had taken a circuitous route to be on the safe side. The Police Chief might be the Mayor’s ally, or he might be a BBC devotee and have a Brutha solidarity moment with Chinedu too.According to their methodology, once he gave her that cock, she’d forgive every other indiscretion. True or not, I was going to try and cock-block that maneuver. I didn’t have a plan when I arrived. Something immediately presented itself to me in the form of a Candy Apple Red 2014 Jaguar F Type V8 S convertible.Daddy, or Sugar-Daddy was way generous to the tune of one hundred grand; that was for damn sure. The billow red mane topping that curvaceous frame was a clear indicator the shit was going to hit the fan at the Malik household. Chine was her BBC addiction, but the Mayor was her boss and political mentor.The look she sent me was fearful over her general situation and one of only passing interest, a look I was becoming familiar with. She was yet another hot, sexy piece of filet mignon that didn’t fuck White guys. Groan.‘Who are you?’ she was polite enough, possibly seeking to delay the upcoming confrontation.‘I’m Vladimir Samsonov, junior Prince of Evil and I’m here to talk with your boss; she’s expecting me,’ dispelled her protest that the Mayor was too busy for me.‘Riley Pasternak,’ she smiled. ‘I don’t recognize the accent,’ she added as I passed her. She let me ring the doorbell too.Statuesque and voluptuous; that is what I would call Riley. Burnished coppery hair, thick and glossy flowed in waves down to the middle of her back. Well defined brows of a slightly lighter but no less fiery color framed her oval face and enhanced her verdant eyes, pale freckled skin and flushed cheeks.The makeup she chose didn’t really enhance her features which said she didn’t wear it that often and the scar above her brow confirmed that she was a tomboy.She dressed to be seen, but also to move in whatever capacity needed. The push up black halter was a strong contrast to her pale skin and plumped up her already impressive cleavage.Below it she wore almost too tight hip huggers that had her lush belly just barely spilling over the waistband. Right above said waistband on the back of her hip was a tattoo that red ‘Red Wolf Bitch’ for the Arkansas State Mascot. A second one was teasingly just out of sight on the front of the other hip.Drawing away just a bit from the sexy outfit were all the hippie doodles on her pants. It looked as if she’d let a five year old color on them before she put them on, the neon colors seeming to jump off the denim. She completed the ensemble with cork wedges and a tiny red purse hanging by an equally tiny red string from her shoulder.‘I’m from Alaska,’ I let her know. The door flew open in seconds, revealing a tumultuous Dominque who slipped on a semi-civil mask when she saw me.‘Vlad, I thought you were going to stop by your place before coming back for your brother,’ she addressed me. ‘Ms. Pasternak, get in here,’ she was more abrupt with her 'underling’.I stepped aside to let Riley pass. I hadn’t been invited in. Dominque took my ...
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  • Ozark Race Wars: Part 4
    Oct 3 2024
    Exorcism Fucking.Based on a post by FinalStand, in 13 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels.‘You told me you are Darius’ girl,’ I threw her words back at her. She buried her face in a pillow and started to sob. I would have been aghast except Mom, the presentimental witch that she was, had warned me about this feminine tactic to avoid responsibility.‘Stop that,’ I grew stormy-serious. ‘You don’t get to cry, Brandy. I keep showing you I care for you and I certainly want you. You are the one with another man.’‘That’s not fair,’ she turned her tear-streaked face my way. Yep, it was an act. ‘You know that Darius and I are; complicated.’I sat up. Two could play this game. Besides, there was another girl I truly was interested in and by Brandy-logic, I was free to play the field.‘No,’ I shook my head in denial. ‘It is not complicated. You want to fuck us both; ‘‘No Vlad,’ she protested. ‘I only want to have sex with you; it is just; Darius has this hold over me.’‘You are not asking for my help breaking free,’ I pointed out.‘Vlad,’ she reached out and stroked my bicep, ‘You know it’s; ‘‘Oh fuck yeah!’ Taliyah sang out. Apparently those internet tutorials on ‘finger-play’ and non-penetrative erogenous zones had paid some vital dividends for Mikhail. I had delivered fuck-all orgasms to Brandy already today, yet she suddenly looked jealous. I could deal with that. I slid off the bed to some urgent pouting on her part. She didn’t have to wait long.I pulled her off the bed by her left hand and into my arms.‘Ow,’ she squeaked as I put a stinging, cupped hand to her bottom. She tried to maneuver away and the chase was on. If she tried to face me, I tickled her. When she tried to avoid me, her ass got a good spanking. She squeaked, squawked, giggled and yelped playfully as I hunted her down.Brandy proved shameless, nimble for such a full-figured dynamo and athletic. She went squealing down the hall, passed the kitchen into the den. When she vaulted the sofa like a pommel horse, she finally was able to put some distance between us. I could get over the sofa just not as fast as she could. She took the momentary reprieve to spin around and shake a scolding finger at me.‘Stop taking me for granted,’ she surprised me.‘What?’ it was my turn to squawk. ‘I’m not taking advantage of you.’ Brandy looked up at our ten inch height differential defiantly. ‘Fine, I’m not taking advantage of you this very second.’ She countered by poking her chin forward, putting her hands on her hips which caused her tantalizing succulent boobs to bounce.‘Brandy?’ Taliyah panted. We both finally looked over at the kitchen bar counter. Taliyah was on her back, her head tilted back so she was gazing at us upside down. Her shirt was rolled up, as was her bra. Mikhail had her legs pushed up with her ankles on his shoulders. He looked wickedly pleased with himself.‘Taliyah?’ Brandy returned the questioning tone. ‘You hate Mikhail.’ Taliyah turned her head forward and to the side.‘I still hate his cracker-ass, but his tongue; the bastard refuses to fuck me though,’ she complained. ‘It isn’t fair that I’m not getting what you clearly are getting.’ Mikhail was sticking to the rules so no tongue-fucking either.‘Taliyah, their Mamma doesn’t let them have random sex,’ Brandy informed her. ‘You need to talk with; ah; Mrs. Samsonov before you get any of the really good stuff.’ Mom was three or four miles away, yet I could still make out the reverberations of her maniacal merriment. Her wacky plan was working for no sane reason I could understand.‘No way,’ Taliyah grumbled. ‘I’m not asking their Mamma for shit.’ Mikhail shrugged then let her legs fall to his sides abruptly.‘I can get tail elsewhere,’ he snorted.‘You fucker,’ Taliyah’s grumbling turned to a snarl. ‘At least help me clean up.’‘Why should I? I’m not your boyfriend and from what I hear, he treats you like a whore too,’ he mocked her. Did I mention my brother could be a cruel, pompous ass? Alex was the nice guy of the three of us. I was glad I had Mikhail for this episode because I bet Alex would have gone off-program.Alex didn’t need to start having feelings for a girl who’d feed him to Darius’ crowds without a hint of regret.‘Vlad, do something?’ Brandy demanded with a pout for extra oomph.‘Like what?’ I countered. ‘You are the ones who are cheating on your boyfriends and using us for your dirty-little-secret, sexual pleasures. We could be with girls that give a damn about us.’‘Stop being such a bastard,’ Brandy slapped me in my left pectoral. She followed that attack up by rushing into my arms, wrapping her arms around my waist and holding me tight as she pressed her ear to my heart. What?I was beginning to wonder if I had been lucky never having a serious girlfriend before. For that matter, I was ...
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  • Ozark Race Wars: Part 3
    Oct 2 2024
    Emptiness.Based on a post by FinalStand, in 13 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels.I was a bit of a loss what to do as our sexual congress had gone in a totally different direction from what I had foreseen. Brandy seemed physically happy with the outcome yet her mind was conflicted. She slowly slipped to my right side before propping herself up. She didn’t look at me. Her vision was locked onto her scattered articles of clothing.Dressing meant us heading back to my place then her having to confront Darius with all that had happened to her; and she’d liked being with me. She felt Darius was going to pierce any fable she created so leaving equated to pain and degradation for her. I believed Darius would punish her for his lousy planning. It was ludicrous to believe Brandy could entrap me.That might have been sadistic back-up plan. He could get one up on me, or blame Brandy for failing at the task he shoved upon her. Darius would beat her up over the failure. Brandy was so infatuated with him, she would willingly accept the fault was hers. His cruelty didn’t excuse her stupidity, not in my mind. Still, I reached out and ran my fingers from mid-thigh to her underarm. That tickled so she turned to me and smiled.It was the first genuine sign of affection she’d ever shown me. I kept repeating the motion even after she put her head back on my chest. Brandy followed up her happy murmuring by stroking my cock. That turned into a hand-job. My pleasurable moans led to a blowjob and that graduated to a sixty-nine. I worked over her clit with my lips as I worked my fingers inside her vagina and ass hole.I was positive she’d had some intense anal sex this morning with Darius. Mom’s forced enema hadn’t helped her sphincter relax much at all. I fit two fingers inside her anus with little effort and, by her reaction, causing her nothing but sexual satisfaction. I admit I got carried away, altering between vaginal/anal intrusions, spanking her ass and unleashing my vitriol.I reminded her she’d treated me like filth beneath her heel, tried to have Darius bust me up, and he had failed, and I knew Darius had sent her to me today. He’d failed again, so had she and because of that I was going to own her ass multiple times before I let her go home. All of that blame and passion excited Brandy to a razor’s edge.She was choking down my semen in no time. While she was nursing my cock (we were still ‘69'ing) back to health, I tore another climax from her. She was wearily working toward my third round when I enforced a bathroom and food break. I let this play out in the reverse of my experience, Mom and Dad.I followed Brandy around, hugging her from behind when she slowed down, or stopped. Initially she didn’t know what to make of my snuggling affection though she quickly decided she liked it. She’d often lean back into my embrace. She also decided to open up a little bit. We were eating some Pimento Cheese sandwiches which she made while I poured us two tall glasses of lemonade.‘I like it when you spank my ass,’ she mumbled around a mouthful of food. She wasn’t being rude. She was giving herself an 'out’ if I found her request annoying, or a cause for derision, a misunderstanding of what she’d said. I arched one eyebrow, stepped to her side, cupped her buttocks then gave the left one a sharp smack.‘I like that too,’ I nodded hungrily. ‘You were right,’ I added. She looked at me with curiosity. ‘You do give a good blowjob. I really liked it.’ I didn’t really know how to rate her. She was the second girl to ever give me fellatio, but the experience had been good for me. My simple praise put a spark back in her self-confidence.‘I told you I was,’ she grinned triumphantly. I stepped up and gave her right buttock a quick slap.‘Don’t forget I’m still angry with you,’ I met her sultry gaze. A sexy side of her I’d never seen before shone forth. She was mixing fun and intercourse in a way new to her and she was finding the combination enjoyable.Without a doubt, Darius had played mind games with Brandy. My games were on a more direct level. I was still sure she was going to return to being Darius’ fuck-slave and for the first time I felt sorry about that.‘What are you thinking about?’ Brandy snuggled into me.‘I’m curious why you are still here,’ I countered. That put her back into our ugly reality. She should be pushing me to take her back home, but she wasn’t. ‘Let’s go back to bed.’ My offer evaporated her indecision. She took my hand and returned us to the bedroom. I spanked her exquisite ass a few more times on the way.Brandy made it clear what she wanted next. She crawled up to the head of the bed, put one pillow under her breast and a second one beneath her head all the while wiggling her ass in my direction. Lube; in the bedside table. I almost discounted it. Brandy was fairly loose. I still decided to err on the side of caution....
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  • Ozark Race Wars: Part 2
    Oct 1 2024
    First Week.Based on a post by FinalStand, in 13 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels.I started out the next morning admiring the boarding on the window to the Principal’s second story office. The ground and bushes beneath it were pretty trampled up too. That was a good way to start the day. In homeroom, I was talking to Kaelyne again when Princess Brandy announced her entrance and her ‘power’ over me.‘Hey Vlad,’ she greeted me with sugary sweetness. She was working out ways to get me for the whole 'dog not kissing her mouth’ thing.‘Hey Skank,’ I grinned at her. Her face froze. Taliyah pulled up short.‘What did you say?’ Brandy hissed.‘Skank. Are you hard of hearing?’ I mused.‘I’m Darius’ girl, asshole. You had better accept that right now.’‘Girl? Sure. I imagine that Darius and seven other guys fucking you in all three holes until you are oozing sperm is your ideal dream date,’ I chortled.Having the scope of her depravity openly discussed really pissed her off.‘You are jealous,’ she sneered. There was a hint of desperation in her voice. I chuckled.‘That’s clearly delusional thinking,’ I laughed. ‘You look hot, just not enough for me to want to wash my dick in ten other guys’ cum. You act like a skank so that is how I will address you, Skank.’She was infuriated. The start of homeroom ended the matter for the moment. The rest of the day was spent with a hundred slights and pin pricks. Darius’ crowd would get in jabs from behind as we walked the halls, or projectiles tossed at us during class. We were fine with that. There was no fighting back. The 'niggers’ didn’t get it.We were scoping out the faces of our enemies and finding blind spots in the school’s security camera system. The truth about what happened to the Principal had also gotten out. Mom had already informed us of the series of events, including the spy camera video she took of the entire proceedings.She’d kept up the ’dunce housewife’ act even after he whipped out his cock and forced her to suck it, because he was a 'big Black stud’, his words recorded for posterity. Finally, he put his hand down her blouse to give her bountiful bosom a good squeeze while shoving his cock past her loudly protesting lips. That was all the excuse Mom needed. She portrayed the frantic housewife really well. We, her family, knew better.She was hamming it up to allay any criminal charges. His pleas for mercy were ignored. It was hard to make out what he was saying after she bashed out half his teeth with his 'African-American Educator of the Year’ award. She’d ruptured his scrotum, stabbed his exposed cock repeatedly with a letter opener and cracked half a dozen vertebrae and a dozen ribs.We were pretty sure she’d broken his arms in multiple places, ground up both his hands and shattered his left wrist. She snapped his right leg in two, all the while screaming 'Don’t touch me! Don’t touch me!’ Her last bit of sadism was to toss him out his second story window. The first try, he bounced back, but we were pretty sure he had a concussion.The second try cracked the safety glass. The third time was the charm and down that rapist rat-bastard fell into a modest sized holly bush (ouch!). Mom completed the act by pretending to sob as she crawled into a corner of the office while she dialed 9-1-1. As she gleefully went over the play-by-play for us once home, we knew she was cool about the entire incident, even the groping and forced blowjob.It was Davis County jurisdiction so they were in charge of the investigation. That didn’t stop Kingston from sticking their noses in. The Mayor was all about the Principal being a pillar of the community, a Black leader and a church-going man. Then the School’s video evidence came out. The Principle had been so full of himself and his immunity, he recorded his attempted violation of my Mom.Did the Negro community accept the obvious? No. This was a racist White lady, from a racist family, framing a good Black man though how she accomplished that was unclear to most of us and undefined by the Black leadership. They claimed that the Principal had yet to give his side of the story. That would take a while. The man had lost most of his teeth and had his jaw wired shut.Both eardrums were ruptured and he could barely see out of his right eye. His left was swollen shut. His nose was pancaked. There was even a rumor that his penis was so badly mauled they had to cut most of it off (which turned out to be true). Big Bob, some deputies (all White) and some Highway Patrol (both colors) raided the Principal’s house and found a stockpile of tapes and DVDs depicting previous sexual encounters at school going back almost two decades.Apparently that was nothing more than extra proof of the hateful, bigoted White man framing a decent, hard-working Black man. That any group could be so blinded by their own bigotry that they would embrace such a ...
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  • Ozark Race Wars: Part 1
    Sep 30 2024
    The Hoes and Bitches Need A Champion.Based on a post by FinalStand, in 13 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels.‘Once you go Black, you don’t go back; unless you are an Amerindian, Arabic, Asian, Black, Indian, Latina, or White girl, or guy who has tried Black, then found sexual fulfillment with a non-Black person and created a blissful relationship with them’Introduction:Right off the bat, be warned that I’m using the ‘N’ words, nigger, niggah, my niggah, plus homie, thug, coon, buck, spook, spade and whatever other crude racial slurs that come to mind. This story plays to both Black and White stereotypes.Lastly, this story is rather flippant with the entire concept of sexual assault. Those who have red my previous tales know this is not my attitude at all. For the sake of this genre I had to grapple with the concept of forcing a woman and 'making them love that cock’Prelude:My tale begins as the Winter Man Saga 1300 years ago, about the year 700 AD. One small clan of my Swedish ancestors lost a brutal feud with their neighbors. Their farms were burned, animals slaughtered and their women and children taken as slaves. Only three young brother-warriors survived, wounded but unconquered. The victors chased them high into the mountains when a terrible winter storm struck.The three brothers were trudging across a glacier between the mountain peaks in Whiteout conditions. The lead brother stepped into a crevasse and slid to the bottom of the glacier. Not giving up on their last kinsman, the other two slid down into the darkness after him. At the roots of that glacier they found an ice cavern formed by snow that fell 100,000 years ago.They melted the ice for water with their body heat and in doing so, unleashed a demoness (virus) that no man had ever known and survived. The three men grew very sick, but their fierce desire for vengeance kept them from succumbing. When they emerged from their icy tomb, they discovered that several of their pursuers had frozen to death in the blizzard and the rest had returned to their stolen homes and purloined lands, thinking the three brothers were dead.In the dark of the long northern night, they snuck upon the Great Hall of their enemies. When one of the brothers saw his 'former’ wife doing a slave’s work, he revealed himself to her. She rejoiced at the return of her love; physically, then brought the three table scraps to survive on. In the process, they learned that their sisters were also alive and the sexual playthings of their male nemeses.Due to the depth of winter, stealing back their womenfolk wasn’t possible. They’d all freeze to death if they didn’t starve first. To repay their enemy’s wickedness, one of the brother’s snapped and raped one of the chief’s daughters. He was possessed with an unearthly desire and held her in a stable for hours. Only when he was utterly spent did he fall asleep.She ran to her father and returned with many warriors. So the first of the brothers was taken. He was tortured and abused. For three long nights he suffered at the hands of his captors yet refused to admit any of his other brothers were still alive. After that third night, the chief’s daughter sneaked past the sleeping guards of the chained man, and raped him.For the next five nights, while her father, brothers and husband slept, she raped and raped and raped that brother. On the fifth night, a sister-in-law caught her at it. The daughter pled for the other to spare her; that the man’s sexual prowess had ensnared her. She even challenged her kinswoman to sample the 'fruit’ before turning her in. Five women later, the brother cracked and told the women how to find his brothers.The night after the Spring Equinox Celebrations, the women of their enemy rose up and slaughtered all their adult menfolk at the behest of the three brothers, on the conditions that their youngest sons be spared and that the men continue to share their favors with all the womenfolk (who were not their kin).The Sammi ClanThe isolated region of the land of the Swedes kept my ancestors out of contact with the wider world for some time. Many generations later, a son of that clan came to lead a band of (female) Finns. His Swedish name is forgotten. The Finns called him Sami (the Exalted One, no shit). He and this band took to fur trading along the Eastern tributaries of the Volga.In time, this group became identified with the Varangian. The Sons of Sami intermarried with the Slavs, becoming Slavicized and the Sons of Sami became Samsonovs. They followed the Rus expansion into the eastern tributaries of the Volga reaching Nizhny Novgorod in the 10th century.Then came the Mongol Conquest, the Tartar Yoke, Rus reunification and the Russian drive across Siberia. The Samsonovs remained tightly clannish and uncomfortable in urban settings. That wanderlust led them across the Bering Straits into Alaska where their genetic abnormality, the gift of that ancient ...
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  • The Popular Sorority: Part 10
    Sep 29 2024
    Jessica: State of the Artby musicankane - listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.Art room 4 0 5 was on the top floor of the Drama and Art building. The top floor itself was reserved for small practice studios that students could rent for various art needs. The department didn’t expect people to paint, or chalk draw in their dorms which would only yield a mess that could ruin the room for the next batch of students. So these rooms were provided with materials included in order to prevent that. You did have to book rooms in advanced though, so sometimes practice space was hard to come by, the music rooms had the same issue.However it was a Friday afternoon and most students were getting ready for parties that evening or whatever exciting Friday night they might be prepping for. Jake walked the row of rooms trying to find the one he was looking for. He figured 4 0 5 would be the 5th in the row but apparently that wasn’t the case as the rooms didn’t start with 400 and instead began with a random 3 8 9.4 0 5 was actually not in the main hallway on the floor, instead down a small T-shaped split in the hall. The rooms down this side path were small, little more than closets really. But he found 4 0 5 at the end and tried to open the door. As the girl from the library said, it was locked so he knocked instead.She opened the door immediately, and smiled at with a huge relieved look on her face. “Oh good thank you so much for coming.” She said thankfully.Jake shrugged and smiled, “Well I’m a paid man now, so I always show up to a job on time.”She grinned, “Well I’ll be sure to leave you a good review on Yelp then.” She stepped aside, “Here come on in, it’s a little cramped because the drawing rooms aren’t the biggest demand around here.”It was small, there was enough room for her little stool which sat in front of her easel and large drawing pad. Behind that there was probably enough space for two people to stand very close to each other and nothing else. He slipped past her setup and stood against the wall, waiting for further instructions.“So uh, you just want me to stand here?” He asked.She shut the door and clicked the lock, then looked around her pad at him. She pointed to the rightmost corner of the room. “Maybe over there so it’ll be easier for me to see around the pad?” She suggested.Jake shifted over and took a breath. “Here?”She leaned over, then back to her pad, the leaned again. “Yeah I think that’ll be about as perfect as possible.” She turned to the wall behind her and clicked a switch that turned on a bright overhead light that illuminated Jake very well. When she turned back she took a deep breath and said, “Okay so if you want to just drop your pants we can begin. And before anything I just gotta thank you again, this is very sweet of you, seriously.”Jake smiled and waved a hand, “Don’t mind me if I’m nervous too.”She giggled, “Well at least we can both be nervous together.” She glanced at him. “Actually you should take off your shoes, leave your socks, but take off your shoes otherwise your feet might go numb.”Jake slipped his shoes off and slid them to the side. The tile floor was cold, but not miserably so, maybe the light overhead was warming it up a little bit. Then he took a deep breath and unzipped his jeans, deciding to hook everything together at once and just get it over with, he yanked both his jeans and his boxers down in one swoop. He kicked his pants off his legs and shoved them off to the side. Then rose up to stand there with no damn bottoms on and all of him just hanging free.The artist leaned over to look and her eyes went wide, “Whoa! What the fuck?” She exclaimed. “Wow!” She glanced at him and saw him turning red, “Oh that’s terribly unprofessional, I’m so sorry!” She said jerking herself back behind her pad.Jake sighed and shrugged, “You aren’t the first to do that so…it’s fine.”She drew in complete silence for a while, Jake watched her work as she would draw for a bit, glance at him, then draw some more. She still looked rather flush in the face but it was hard to tell because her sweet caramel skin hid her embarrassment. Though once or twice he saw her licking her lips as she drew, though he didn’t know if that was because of what she was looking at, or if it was just something she did idly while drawing.After about fifteen minutes she looked at him and took a breath. “Okay I think I got that one. Umm, now would it be possible if you uh..” She raised a fist and made a jacking off motion. “got hard?” She tucked her lips into her mouth in nervousness.Jake frowned and looked down at himself. Standing there still and just letting her do her thing had been easy enough. A little embarrassing but easy enough and she was very pretty so it wasn’t like she would run around and brag or whatever. But standing there getting hard for her, when it wasn’t supposed to be a ...
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  • The Popular Sorority: Part 9
    Sep 28 2024
    Dating Rulesby musicankane - listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.Galina gave him a look, “Are you asking me out on a date?”Jake blushed, “Well I mean, no…maybe?”She laughed, “Jake I’m literally leaking your sperm out of my twat right now, I think you should be well beyond being nervous around me.” She sat herself in his lap and put her arms around him. “You are very sweet, and very good in bed. But I can’t date you, I kind of already have a boyfriend so…”Jake looked at her, “You came over to fuck me when you have a boyfriend?” He couldn’t believe it, but then his mind went to that party at GGK with Rachel. What is with these girls and boyfriends but not really giving a shit. “I promised you I would, and it was worth it.” She explained. “Didn’t you like fucking me?”“Well yeah but what about your boyfriend?”She shrugged dismissively. “He’s been ignoring me a bit lately and I was getting horny, you give me a chance to get some relief myself and it was worth it. I think I came three times, but it might have been more my head was spinning for a bit there.” She kissed him gently and got off of him. “Jake don’t worry about it, all will be well you are bound to find a girl especially with how word has gotten around GGK and other places on campus. Trust me someone might just fall into your lap and onto your dick before you even realize it’s happening.”Jake smiled at her weakly, “Well that’s actually a bit reassuring actually. Thank you.”Galina waved, “No problem, and remember I’m down. I gotta go now though I still have to finish an assignment before tomorrow afternoon. Goodnight Jake.” She said, heading out his door.“Night.” He said to himself.Alexis had been incredibly bummed that Jake told her there was no D&D game for an unknown length of time. She’d really wanted to play it again, but more importantly than that she wanted to use it as an excuse to see him again. She felt terrible that even after she’d texted him, he didn’t continue the conversation. Just a “no” and a little explaination, then nothing. No “how are you”, no “what’s up”, nothing.It was her fault though, she couldn’t really be upset with him. She had every chance to be with him, every chance to just forget her own stupid desire to join some fucking club and persue something meaningful with a guy who was great. Instead she just used him and chased him into the arms or any girl willing. And thanks to her, there were a lot of willing girls.Soon word about Jake would get around campus beyond the walls of Gamma Gamma Kappa sorority. Jake had been seen at the party and he visibly didn’t fit in, which meant that rumors would spread especially when and if he was seen with other GGK girls on campus. Once that happened he would be fighting girls off with a stick and she would have no shot because he would long since have no reason to even remember her name.It would e all her fucking fault too.She sat with her textbook open where she was supposed to be doing her reading assignments, but all she could think about was Jake. She kept glancing at the phone every time it buzzed, but it was always just the GGK group chat and never the name she wanted to see.Alexis had thought about texting him again to see if he just wanted to fuck or something. After the party she had remained vigilant on her birth control and according to the doctor and the medication she was perfectly safe to get filled with sperm as much as she wanted. While the idea of just being a booty call for him didn’t excite her all that much, it would be a way to remain in his life and on his mind. So it could be at least better than nothing.If Jake had the pick of whomever he wanted, why would he ever pick her though? If he met his needs with other girls whom hadn’t seemingly discarded him after they’d used him, why wouldn’t he just be with them instead?Alexis heard the door open behind her and she glanced back to see Galina walk in. “Hey Alexis I’m back.” She said.“Oh hey, what’s up?” Alexis asked turned toward her room mate. “You rushed out of here in a hurry, what was that about?” She then saw Galina’s state, hair fucked up, skin glistening with sweat, face rosy and flush. “Oh did Joshua summon you for a little romp in the sack?”Galina looked down at herself, and shrugged, “Umm yeah. Yeah he did.”As if on queue her phone began to ring and from her seat Alexis could see Josh’s face appear on Galina’s screen. Galina put up a finger for Alexis and frowned, “Hey baby? No, not tonight. I told you I have a assignment to get done. I know it’s early but I don’t want my grades to slip barely two weeks into the semester. No…just jerk yourself off then Josh, I’m not pussy you get to just summon whenever you want. No Josh, fuck off.” She spat and hung up on him.Alexis raised an eyebrow. “Was that Josh? What, did he want a round two already?” ...
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