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BBC Testing Ogg Vorbis Streaming
jregel writes: "Credit must go to AirLance who posted a comment on Slashdot that the BBC are currently testing Ogg Vorbis streaming. As the comment says, users should email the BBC and show support. It would certainly suggest that someone at the BBC is quietly pushing open source. Is this the first major media outlet to use the format?" I hope someone from NPR is reading this, too :)
Ogg is a great format, I'm not sure how well it is for streaming but is sounds a hell of alot better at 128k than mp3 does. And best of all it's free, no fee's for running a server like you find with some other formats such as realaudio.
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Whatever happened to version 1.0?
For a Public Radio station, everytime I listen to them, they sure to seem to be left leaning. Fucking drives me nuts.
FIRST POST!
its good to see that someone is publicly supporting ogg... ya, npr would be good too.
but for personal music jukeboxes of all shapes and sizes, I wish people would use FLAC or some other lossless audio codec. As broadband and microstorage become more common maybe these will become more used.
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oh, (5) she's never had a boyfriend. Moo.
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If this goes over well, this could be the first big step in terms of OGG's popularity, and a step towards
entering the realm that formats like MP3 and RealAudio have dominated for far too long.
I opened the Radio 1 stream in XMMS, and it sounds much better than an MP3 stream at 60 kbps.
Actualy this is not a push for open-source, but a push for alternatives. BBC, from what I understand is not really happy with Real and it looking to find other formats. Over at Radio 1 they are testing Windows Media formats.
Let the opensource, linux, anti-microsoft, beowulf cluster, and the other flames begin.
symetrix. We are building a religion, a limited edition.
I always understood ogg had a lowest bitrate of 64k, which is still a bit high for us modem-connected users.
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yes, this is a small evolutional step. but when does the simulcasting revolution begin? i'm itching for something akin to broadcast: where we only use bandwidth once, not in multiples of however many listeners we have.
That or somebody over at the BBC thinks that it just sounds better, costs less, or any number of other advantages that Ogg Vorbis has over MP3. Using a peice of software just because it's open source seems pretty silly to me. Use a peice of software because it's better, and if that happens to be OSS that's great. If not, then it probably means that the open source community needs to focus their attention on it.
Merry X-mas all..
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This is great! A broadcasting entity as large and well respected as Auntie Beeb boosting Ogg Vorbis is exactly the push it needs. This will also same the BBC a huge amount of money. Thomson is collecting a lot of money for Franuhoffer for every MP3 stream...money that they could use in a lot of other ways. (Maybe this will result in a reduction of the radio licence fee? Nah...) Hopefully all the other broadcasters will look at this for an example.
I'm sure the opportunity to thumb their noses at the French (Thomson) and the Germans (Fraunhoffer) had nothing to do with their decision either.
"How perfectly Goddamn delightful it all is, to be sure" Charles Crumb
And it begs the question "Why?" Lossless = Zip, Rar, Jar, Ace, Arj and a bunch of other compressions. But if I can't hear the difference, what's the difference? Whoever set the human ability to hear equal to the 44,1kHz of a CD? For a select few it's maybe more, but for me it's definately less. Lame using the --remix command is more than enough for my ears (actually overkill, but I assume I someday *might* regret not setting it that high). Considering that many ppl are happy with 128kb CBR, I'm probably even picky.
Kjella
Live today, because you never know what tomorrow brings
November 27. It was a quiet night. Too quiet. Well, maybe not so quiet.
There was the sound of Tammy's hand sliding up and down my handsomest feature,
oiled and glistening.
"Backrub, why do these backrubs always turn into ass rubs and then front
rubs?"
"It helps me forget."
"Forget what?"
"I've forgotten."
I haven't forgotten. It's a woman, of course. The hardest thing to
forget.
I peered into the screen of my computer while Tammy continued to study
anatomy, up close and personal. She paused to slide my cock back and forth over
her breasts.
"Of course, I've got it!"
She paled. "Herpes?"
"No, the solution to the case we've been working on."
"Thank goodness."
Her hand started moving again. I shivered.
"Well?"
"Well, what?"
"Aren't you going to tell me?"
"Tell you what?"
"The solution to the case!?"
"Sure. First, here's a tissue, there's still a little spot on your cheek."
"Thanks."
"Here's what happened. Professor Plum used his lead pipe on Miss Scarlet
in the Conservatory, then whacked Mrs. White with his candlestick in the
Billiard Room. Meanwhile, Colonel Mustard was shooting his pistol
into Mr. Green in the Ballroom. That left..."
"Mrs. Peacock!"
"... alone with the aptly named Mr. Peacock in the Library."
"Amazing. To think she offed her own husband."
"Somewhat unusual in our sort of cases."
"I'll say. How did you think of the solution?"
"It just came to me."
I shivered again.
Our pleasant wrap-up of another successful case was interrupted by a knock
on the door.
Tammy jumped up from between my legs, licking her fingers as she approached
the door.
"Who could that be at this hour?"
"This month's rent. Let the mystery guest in, why don't you?"
Tammy opened the door. The swinging door revealed a primly dressed woman, a
woman whose neat appearance contrasted strongly with the stark fear on her face.
She staggered into our little office and collapsed into one of the leather
covered chairs facing my desk.
"You're a lady with a problem. One you don't know how to solve."
She looked suddenly relieved.
"How did you know?"
"That's the only kind of woman that walks through my door." Except for
one, long ago.
Tammy sat down demurely in the other chair, having quickly rebuttoned the
front of her blouse. I continued to steal glances at her legs as I spoke with
our new guest.
"What's your name, dear?" Tammy was about to offer her a tissue, then
thought better of it.
"Celeste801."
"That's kind of an unusual name..."
"I come from a large family."
"Oh."
"And what seems to be the problem?" I wanted it out in the open right from
the start, but didn't want to bother unzipping again.
"I've been parodied!"
"This is serious. Tammy, start taking all this down."
Tammy dropped to the carpet between Celeste's legs.
"Of course it is, how can I show my face on a.s.s. again?"
"Did you say how can you face your ass again? Have you tried turning
around and looking in a mirror?"
"No, not my own ass, a.s.s., alt.sex.stories. The Usenet newsgroup devoted
to wannafuck messages and spam. Occasionally it becomes cluttered with erotic
stories that interfere with the enjoyment of the normal postings. I try to give
some guidance to the readership of the group by telling them what is worthwhile
reading. I've toiled long hard hours, at least my husband is long and hard,
sweating over my reviews. Sometimes I have to read and reread these stories to
see whether their content deserves reporting to my devoted following. Just
a little to the left, dear.
I try to be fair and objective. But..."
"It's the kind of business where you tend to make enemies."
"Yes. The sloppy punctuators, the grammatically incorrect, the fetishists.
I suppose I'm really a crusader at heart."
"Didn't you expect this someday?"
"Yes, and I tried to protect myself. I laced my reviews with gentle humor
and encouragement. Apparently it wasn't enough."
"So, let's see this parody."
She handed me a two-page printout and Tammy walked over, crawled into my
lap, curled up in my arms and we began reading together. Tammy ran her fingers
along my arm and I ran my open palm up and down her always-fashionable-
in-New-York black tight-encased thighs.
With Tammy's skirts, there's always lots of thigh to caress. She paused,
turned her head and kissed me on the cheek, nuzzled her nose against my beard
and then continued reading along with me. I continued stroking my favorite
thighs.
Tammy snickered, then broke into a full laugh. I shook with laughter
beneath her causing my cock to rub against her ass. She leaned into me a bit
closer and continued reading as my hand began to slide up her short skirt. My
thumb reached her...
"Ahem!"
"Oh, sorry. So just what's the problem here? What's wrong with parody? Who
would care about Regis Philbin if Letterman wasn't constantly showing him up to
be such a dork? People make fun of celebrities all the time and they 'cry all
the way to the bank."
"Hugh Grant!"
"Gulp!", said Tammy.
"William Shatner."
"Oprah Winfrey."
"Arnold Schwartzenegger."
"You spelled that incorrectly, dear," chimed Celeste.
"But whoever it is, is funnier than I am!"
"Yeah, well whoever this is is funnier than we are, too. Hell, this
is funnier than Saturday Night Live has been since at least 1985."
"That's not saying all that much," Tammy noted.
"What really gets me is that I have no idea who this is. I see myself as a
mother confessor to my writers and I have no certain idea of who this is. I'm
the curious type and I think it's someone I know from my writers or readers.
Considering how well written this parody is and the generally poor quality of
writing talent on a.s.s., I think it can only be one of two people: SooNH,
or Deidre Ng."
"My sister! My sister writes erotica on the internet! My sister writes
better than I do!"
I'd always wondered why, when we visited dd's apartment in Brooklyn the
computer chair always had a damp spot and smelled like some one had been
consumer testing vibrators on it.
"So, this parody writer goes under the name 'Celeste802.' We'll find her,
or him, or whatever..."
Celeste unhooked her legs from the arms of the chair. She straightened her
skirt and stuffed her panties into her pocketbook.
"Here's my number. Please contact me when you solve the case. I know you
can help me. Oh, I'm so glad I came, here!"
We walked down the street from our office to the Old Towne Tavern for
dinner, some beers and to think the case through. After we settled down I
excused myself and headed off to splash some water on my face. As I walked
down the narrow back corridor my way was blocked by a young woman: 5'6", thin
but very athletic, short dark hair, full lips and very strong legs made very
visible by a tight, mid-thigh cotton dress.
But it was her eyes that grabbed me, literally. I couldn't avert my eyes
for a minute. She locked onto me and walked forward. I wondered if this is
what deer felt like when confronted by headlights.
She grabbed me by the front of my shirt and guided me into a walk-in cloak
room filled with winter coats. In the back she pushed me against the wall,
undid my pants, wrapped her fingers around my cock and stroked until I was hard,
never letting her eyes leave mine. She rose and kissed me, hard and
passionately. I could feel a need in her as she pressed against me.
Then she lifted her dress to reveal that she was not wearing panties. She
crawled up and over me until she could impale herself on my cock. My legs
locked and she began fucking me, grinding herself against me, sliding up
and down my pole, licking and nibbling my neck and pulsing with growing
pleasure. I held her ass in my hands and rubbed it as we moved her up and down
my cock and her pelvis ground itself hard against me. Her tongue licked my neck
and I felt a slight pinch. Suddenly I felt as if I was being fucked twice. She
started to come just as I heard...
"Hey!!! Get your undead fangs out of my man!"
Tammy was standing beside us pushing a cheap crucifix into the mystery
woman's face. The mystery woman cursed, mumbled something about the East Side,
dismounted from me and walked off in a huff.
"Will you pleeze stop thinking with your dick all the goddam time? That
was a vampire who was about to turn you into her early dinner!"
"I'm not sure that..."
"Look, I know that almost nothing in 'New York' magazine is true, but the
rumors and gossip are important to our work. Didn't you read the "Vampire
Hangouts Between 14th and 34th Streets" article I left in your inbox?"
"Um, no."
"Sometimes you are hopeless."
Then she paused and a familiar mischievous grin came across her face.
"She didn't let you come, did she?"
"Well, you...."
I was interrupted by Tammy dropping to a squat in front of me, her skirt
now riding all the way up her thighs. She took my cock and began sucking it.
"Now, who's cock is this?" she asked as she stroked it and looked up at me.
"Yours..." She knows me far too well for this, or me, to last very long.
"And who has the only pussy and mouth this cock is allowed in unless it's
absolutely necessary for work?"
"You do..." I was starting to tighten and shiver.
"And whose tongue are you going to come on right now..."
She looked up at me, her blouse open, her braless breasts exposed, her
tongue flat and wide and stretched out. She ran it under the head of my cock
and she stroked me. I contorted in pleasure, snapped my head back and forced
myself to look as I spurted onto her sweet tongue and into her mouth. She
immediately engulfed my rod, slurping loudly right through my orgasm and after
shocks. Afterward she rose, held me close, and kissed me so I could taste my
own saltiness.
"By the way, you never seemed religious. Where'd you get the crucifix?"
"How soon they forget...don't you remember playing 'Catholic School Girl'
the other night?"
I'd forgotten the details so we walked downtown to Tammy's apartment, she
changed into a plaid skirt and white shirt and we spent the evening jogging my
memory.
November 28.
We spent the day calling some old contacts and booking travel
arrangements. After dinner we took the subway to Park Slope to pay an
unannounced visit to Tammy's older sister, Deidre Ng. Tammy had been
distracted all day. She looked the way I do when I know I have to go out
and put a bullet in someone I know. Tammy was concerned that there was a part
of her sister's life she hadn't known about. Maybe there was a reason she was
being so secretive, other than being some oversexed intellectual.
As we made our way up the three flights to dd's Tammy still had the
determined look in her eyes. In one fluid motion she slid her key into
the first lock, then into the second, then the third and the door opened. A cat
came running toward us, Tammy glared at it and the feline made a 90 degree turn
off behind a couch. I expected there was some history there. Tammy gave me a
look that said, "Stay here," so I took off my battered trench coat and took a
seat in dd's kitchen as she moved toward dd's closed bedroom door. She knew her
business and her sister so I sat back to listen. I heard the door open but not
slam shut again. I checked out the scotch sitting in a shelf in the kitchen and
kept an ear open.
"Hey!!!"
"Well, well, well..."
"Don't you believe...in calling, or knocking..or making a reservation?!"
"Caught in flagrante delicious, eh dd?"
"Would...you...please...leave..."
"Not until I've asked you a few questions, dear sister."
"I can't concentrate...when you're standing there...watching us..."
"Oh, you mean you can't...cummmm all over your boyfriend's dick,
riding it like that, when someone's watching? Hey, studly, I'll bet you don't
have any problem staying hard at the thought of my watching, do you, big boy.
Bet you'd like me to join in. Dream on hardstuff, but you'd like it even better
from my perspective. If dd were facing you instead of me you could see her
rubbing her clit while she rides your, actually very nice-looking, cock."
"Tammy, of all the creepy things...you've..."
"So, you've been writing nasty stories for alt.sex.stories?"
"Actually, it's a bit more than that...I've been... publishing...our
letters to each other."
dd's voice sounded like Tammy better finish the interrogation soon.
"You published our letters!? About first blowjobs? About my seducing
that cute guy, finding out he was a virgin and then sucking him in the school
darkroom?!"
"Ye-e-e-s...could you please leave now and yell at me later? I
really want to cum now."
"Not so fast Little Miss Cumstories, what about Celeste802? Who is
it?"
"How should I...know? They only...published that one take-off on
'Celestial Reviews'...and..."
"And what! Do I have your permission to search you hard disk?"
"I don't care! Would you just get the hell out of here so I
can...finish..."
"Keep her for another fifteen minutes, studcakes. She likes being
eaten about five minutes after she comes."
Tammy reappeared in the kitchen.
"Tough job, Tammy. Can I smell your fingers?"
But we still had work to do. We moved to the living room and with
Deidre and her squeeze in the background sounding like guests on Rikki Lake's
"Couples Who Make Way Too Much Noise During Sex" show, we searched dd's hard
drive. Celestial Reviews, the one Celeste802 piece, but nothing else that
matched. Tammy slid a disk into the drive and copied everything containing her
name and then we left.
Later, back at my place we settled down to a couple of scotches and
hard copy of dd's collected works. This led to my giving Tammy a backrub, which
led to an assrub, which led to a clit rub, which led to the next morning.
Saturday, November 30.
The next stop in our search for this electronic phantom. The five-hour
ride into New England was relatively uneventful. An hour of driving. Then
Tammy was squirming in her seat. I grabbed the wheel while she pulled off her
tights and panties and slid a pillow under her ass. I oiled my fingers and
slowly massaged her pussy lips as she drove. Her right foot on the accelerator,
left leg bent and spread with her bare foot resting on the seat, I rubbed and
fingered her pussy with one hand and rubbed her bare thighs with my other.
Unbuttoning her blouse, I added tonguing her nipples until she got close
and I wanted to be able to watch her come. I could feel her thighs starting to
pulse and shiver, neuromuscular conflict between her impending loss of control
and her maintaining control of the nerve function between six or seven brain
cells in the rational and visual parts of her cortex and the muscles controlling
her foot on the accelerator, or if the need arose, the brake. She kept her eyes
on the road but kept stealing fleeting glances at me, like a tease, knowing I
wanted the eye contact. She bit her lip as I quickened my rubbing her clit,
pulsed her back and came, squirming against the seat and pressing her wet pussy
against my large soft hand. I moved closer to her, kissed her bare shoulder and
continued rubbing her bare thighs for many minutes longer.
She reached into my lap, unzipped me and wrapped my favorite fingers around
my cock. I glanced at the clock and reached for the FM radio buttons when the
meaning of Saturday 1:00 P.M. sunk in. I had an idea.
The familiar voices filled the car.
"Hello and welcome to 'Car Talk.' We're Click and Clack, the Tappett
Brothers, known to the IRS and local teamsters as Tom and Ray Magliozzi. We're
here to answer your questions about cars, car maintenance, hair sprays and the
Answer to Life, the Universe and Everything. Before establishing that my
brother Tommy doesn't remember last week's 'Puzzler,' let's get right
to the phones."
As the NPR philosopher-mechanics of the air began not answering their first
caller's question, I rummaged around in Tammy's pack for the cell phone. I
dialed the number from memory. That's the thing about growing up in the
sixties, smoking pounds of pot, serving an intelligence agency (sic) for six
years and then coming back to the States. I can't remember which drawer I keep
my socks in but I remember the call-in number for the NPR station in Boston.
"Hello, you're on Car Talk."
"Hi, this is...um..her, what the hell, Backrub from New York. Actually,
we're on the Mass Pike right now heading east."
"Backrub from New York? Do you know Shiatsu from San Francisco?"
As the Brothers Magliozzi cracked up I began to wonder whether this was
such a good idea.
"So, what's your question, 'Rub?"
"Let's say you're driving east on the Mass 'pike approaching Amherst, and
you're with 'someone special' and you're in a 1974 Saab 99, which is quite
comfy..."
"The fuel injected model?"
"No carbureted."
"Good, the fuel injected model that year was horrible."
"Anyway, the special someone thinks its a comfy car but also wants to find
someplace where you can, er, be alone, if you know what I mean. Anyplace in the
area you would suggest?"
"Whoa! This is a family show, even though the family may be the Simpsons!
You're going to ruin our image with a question like that."
"That's not possible Tommy," laughed Ray.
"OK, just to get you out of here and us out of potential trouble with the
FCC...is there still an FCC or did Newt defund them also? We haven't gotten any
threatening letters from them lately and..."
"Tommy! Don't rant! What my doddering brother is trying to say is: Pull
into any parking lot at UMass, they couldn't care less what you do. But don't
say we sent you! And don't ride like my brother!" (Both laugh loudly, bang on
countertops)
Tammy swerved to make the exit ramp and within another ten minutes we were
parked under trees in a far corner of a huge lot at the above-referenced campus.
I was sitting in the back seat. Tammy was straddling me, kissing me over and
over again softly and sweetly, but certainly not chastely. She held my cock in
her hand and gently squeezed and rubbed it as she slid the head of my cock back
and forth over her pussy lips. Inserting no more than the very tip, she used
the silky soft but firm head to massage her lips and clit. I could feel wetness
and my cockhead getting moist. She slid herself up and down my cock and then,
without warning, slid me inside in one smooth motion. We both gasped and kissed
deeply. I held her ass in my hands as we fucked steadily grinding ourselves
against each other. I slid a finger into her ass and she called out. She
whispered into my ear, asking me to empty my balls into her. She whimpered,
said my name over and over again and came hard against me. I pushed up into
her, held her very tight and came, looking into her eyes and tasting her lips.
We pulled into the long gravel road leading to the somewhat rustic house at
around 3 P.M. The red Miata and the Range Rover parked in front suggested that
the woman we sought was home. Before announcing ourselves, we decided to check
the place out a bit. We didn't notice anyone inside as we peered into windows.
A garden in back, winding down for the winter. A Nordic Track and some other
exercise equipment in a side room. Nice place. Lots of books strewn about and
lots of bookshelves. Well read. We quietly let ourselves into the back and
listened for people and sounds as we crept or skulked into the home of SooNH.
As we walked down a wood floor corridor we heard the clicking of keys and a
woman's heavy breathing. Tammy moved ahead slowly and then stopped, motioning
me ahead slowly. As we peered into the room we could see facing half away from
us a striking blond woman with long hair writing distractedly at a Mac, her body
twitching as she tried to write. Kneeling between her legs was a man of
about 40, sucking her pussy with quite some enthusiasm. She appeared to be torn
between giving it up to his ministrations, and dedication to whatever she was
writing.
"Robert, I love it, but I need to get this out tonight before the guests
arrive."
"Mmmmfph!"
"I know it tastes good, but I can't write and..."
Tammy backed up against me and I slid a hand down and up her skirt. She
whispered, "You are bad!" but her own had come behind her and began rubbing me
from outside. I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans to give her something to keep
her hands busy. I began to rub my cock against her bare ass, just where she
held it.
Soo's self control was stronger than ours. She grabbed her lover by the
hair, whispered something to him and he stopped and rose, looking dejected and
very horny. He started to leave and we beat a hasty retreat out the back door,
also having been deprived of release.
We watched him leave in the Rover and waited five minutes before ringing
the bell. Soo answered after a minute, dressed in a beautiful robe that looked
like a Navaho blanket.
We introduced ourselves and she led us into the living room.
On the coffee table I spotted several volumes from the "Beautiful Cooking"
series and printed copies of several of Celeste801's reviews, and a copy of
Celeste802's parody, with handwritten notes...
"So, what do you know about this 'Celeste802' character?"
"Just what I read on a.s.s."
"Are you going to make that lame joke twice in the same story?" Tammy
asked, glaring at me.
I let my partner/lover's remark sit and went on.
"But right here you have all of Celeste801's reviews, a copy of the parody,
and your own handwritten notes!"
"Look I value my privacy and...how did you even locate me?"
"There are only three red Miatas registered in the entire state, and two of
them belong to accountants. Anyway, we're pretty sure you know more than what
you're telling us!"
Before Soo could respond, Tammy had whipped out her Home Shopping Network
leather cuffs, grabbed Soo's wrists and slapped them on with Velcro (TM). We
both grabbed her and slid her down on her stomach on the floor. Before she knew
what was happening, her wrists were lashed to her heavy oak coffee table. We
each grabbed a very shapely ankle and applied the other pair of
late-night-mail-order bondage accessories, had her legs spread-eagled and tied
to a chair and her sofa. We pulled off her robe and she was...delightful. I
made a mental note to reread all of her stories two or three times when we got
back to New York.
The sight of her twitch and strain against her bonds when I slapped her ass
made a big dent in my professional demeanor.
"So you won't talk, will you? We'll see about that!"
"Is he for real?" Soo asked Tammy.
"Most of the time."
I slapped her again, and she twitched again. I spanked her repeatedly and
I noticed that she was starting to grind herself against the floor.
Tammy, ever observant, noted,"You know, babe, this only works if the person
does not want to be spanked."
"Oh yeah, well take that (slap!) and that (slap! slap!)" Soo was starting
to breathe like someone who had been getting her pussy licked thoroughly fifteen
minutes ago, didn't get off and now had some nut spanking her very nice ass.
Tammy, deciding to take a different tack, sat on the floor in front of Soo,
grabbed her head and drew her pussy up against and under Soo's face. From the
look on Tammy's face this wasn't going exactly as I had planned. I reached
underneath Soo and began fingering her pussy and ass.
"OK, so, we'll get you very high and we won't let you come!"
Have you ever seen a woman laugh when she has another woman's pussy in her
mouth? Well it was like that. Didn't do much for my professional credibility.
I tried to remind myself of my goals as Soo's hips made movements that I don't
ordinarily associate with stopping fingering a woman's pussy and ass. Soo
ground her pussy against my hand and squirmed from my finger sliding deep
into her tight, and very very nice ass. The muscles in her back stood taut and
head shook as she ate Tammy. She pulled against her bonds and I wished I had
another hand to take out my cock.
I adore the sound of a woman coming with a full mouth, in this case, full
of Tammy. Soo may have been limited to muffled cries, but Tammy was not nearly
so reserved, looking into my eyes across Soo as she shivered and came.
"Nnnnhhhh!" said Sooo.
Funny, I always thought it referred to New Hampshire.
On our way out we passed a group of people coming up the path, apparently
arriving for the party Soo had mentioned to her friend. A cop, a bearded guy in
a flannel shirt, jeans and work boots carrying a large wooden dildo, a
tense-looking housewife, two college kids, and a beautiful bronze woman from the
Caribbean who touched Tammy and called her 'darlin' as we passed.
"The Village People for the '90's?" asked Tammy as we slid back into the
car.
NOT airlaNce!!! Someone get a spellchucker to tim and taco!
Theresa licked her lips. "You were delicious." She glanced over, saw her
pet resting. "Thor!"
The dog opened his eyes and whimpered. His tail slapped on the rug as his
mistress's voice excited him.
"C'mere, boy," Theresa said, slapping her thigh. "C'mere."
Yelping, Thor climbed to his feet and padded over to his mistress. He
picked up the scent of cum on Theresa's face. His drooping tongue slapped
eagerly at his mistress's juice coated face.
"Mmmm," Theresa sighed. "He loves the taste of your cum."
Nancy stared hypnotically. She feasted her eyes on Thor, his sleek tan
body built for power. She leered at Theresa, devouring the woman's lush flesh
with her eyes. Passion returned, filling her, warming her body. "Does he lick
you?" she asked.
"He does everything to me," Theresa said. "While my husband is away, Thor
takes care of all my needs."
Nancy swooned, imagining all the needs Theresa implied. It was too
astounding to believe. "Can I watch him lick you?"
"Sure," Theresa, said. She petted Thor's smooth tan coat, easing the huge
Dane onto his side.
Thor whimpered and lifted his head, his tongue hanging out. His gaze
darted from his beautiful mistress to Nancy, then back again. He dropped his
head on Theresa's lap, his body twitching, expectant.
"Did you ever touch his cock?" Theresa asked, rubbing Thor's belly.
Nancy gulped. There was no sense lying to her. "Yes," she whispered. "I
jerked him off."
"He really creams, huh?" Theresa giggled. She scratched her nails on
Thor's powerful thighs. "A regular broken hose."
Nancy nodded, remembering the doggie-jizz as it had splattered from his
cock and drenched her body.
Theresa saw the way Nancy was staring at Thor's hairy sheath and balls.
"His cock needs playing with," Theresa said. "Why don't you show me how you got
him hard?"
Nancy blushed. She gulped back her shyness and squirmed close. She
caressed Thor's belly. "You said there were better ways to break my cherry,"
she panted. "Tell me."
Theresa settled back, leaning against a chair, Thor's head in her lap.
"Cockmeat is the best way to bust cherry skin, Nancy. Nice hard thick
cockmeat."
Nancy swooned. "I know, but I'm so shy. I could never let a boy stick his
cock in me." She was massaging the thick-skinned sheath that housed Thor's
giant doggie-prick. "Who said anything about boys?" Theresa winked, her eyes
glancing at Thor's pointed prick as his cock peeked out, greased and seeping.
"Cockmeat can be found in a lot of places other than between the legs of some
blabber-mouthed boys."
"A man?" Nancy gasped, knowing she could never do that. Her innocence was
showing.
Theresa thought about her husband and how much he would like getting
between the sweet virgin's thighs. She erased the thought. Maybe later, when he
returned home. Now there was Thor. "How about what you're holding in your
hand?" Nancy's face was filled with shock. "Thor?"
"Why not? You can see his prick. It's nice and long. He can fuck for hours
and never get tired, and he obeys my every command."
"Yes, but a dog?" The idea boggled the teenager's mind. She stopped
playing with his sheath, her gaze glued to Theresa's face, seeking if any signs
that the older woman was teasing her. There were none.
"I'm not joking," Theresa said, watching the child's inquisitive eyes with
her own. "He's fantastic. He's the only thing that has helped me keep my sanity
since Gary had to go away on his new job."
Nancy's eyes bugged out. "You... you let Thor fuck you?" Her head was
swimming in a sea of erotic pictures. "God!"
"Every night," Theresa said. She looked at Thor, saw his cock peeking out
more. "He's getting hard. Keep playing with him."
Nancy looked at Thor's cock. A lump clogged her throat. An image of Thor
fucking the beautiful woman made her dizzy. She thought about when the Dane had
tried sticking his cock in her asshole. She gulped. "He... almost did it to
me," she whispered. "I wanted him to lick my ass, and he jumped up and tried to
fuck me."
Theresa smiled. "I'll bet he scared you."
Nancy nodded. She stared at his prick, imagining his prick piercing her
cherry. "God, he'd rip you apart."
"I know," Theresa said. "Thor isn't for beginners." She joined the sexy
teenager, stroking Thor's balls as Nancy's nimble fingers coaxed out more hard
delicious inches from his cockshaft.
Nancy gasped, drooling as she ogled Thor's giant piece of hard prickmeat.
"Can I watch him fuck you?" Her heart was racing.
"You can even stick it in me if you want." Theresa brought her fingers up
the length of Thor's massive cock. "It'll get you hot watching him fuck this
beautiful piece of cockmeat into my pussy."
"Ooooo, Theresa," Nancy sighed. "Can I really stick his cock in you?"
"Sure," Theresa said. "Now watch this."
Spellbound, Nancy watched Theresa drop down to the dog's cock. "Ohhh...
what are you-" the rest of the question wasn't needed. Theresa's mouth circling
around the pointed head of the dog's prick told her all she wanted to know.
"Mmmmm," Theresa hummed as she swirled her tongue over Thor's doggie cock.
She sucked, gobbling the hard thick hulking cockshaft into her mouth. Her lips
touched Nancy's fingers that were still frozen to the base of Thor's bulky
prick.
"Ummmm," Nancy moaned. She took her fingers away. Staring, she found it
hard to believe the extraordinary sight she was witnessing. Theresa's mouth had
gobbled the entire length of the dog's cock into her mouth Nancy gasped,
choking as if her own throat were clogged with doggie cock.
Thor thrashed on his side, his rump jerking, his cock fucking Theresa's
hot mouth. He lifted his head and looked at the mesmerized child, whimpering,
his tongue drooping from his open mouth.
Theresa sucked, making her pet Dane howl. She felt the child's gaze on her
and treated Nancy to a marvelous sight.
With Thor twisting on his side, his ass lunging, Theresa sucked and chewed
his cock. She used her tongue, whipping it over his prickshaft. A deep suck,
her cheeks drawn in, kept the yelping dog a prisoner.
Thor went crazy. He rolled onto his back, every muscle in his body working
frantically to fuck his cock into his mistress's throat. His front paws clawed
the carpet. His hind legs twitched. Jerking in the air, he twisted.
Theresa released him, popping her mouth quickly off his cock. She looked
at Nancy. "What did you think of that?" she licked her lips.
Nancy was speechless. She looked at Thor's cock which was soaked with
spit, then at Theresa' s flushed face and wet glistening mouth. She gulped,
unable to find the words to express what she was feeling.
Thor sat up and barked. His tail slapped at the rug. His big bulging black
eyes rolled. His muscles twitched under his thick tan coat. He was a nervous
bundle of energy ready to detonate.
"It sort of gets him all crazy," Theresa giggled. She winked lewdly.
"Makes him fuck me better."
"Oooo," Nancy swooned. She looked at Thor's cock. His prick was gigantic.
"Are... you going to fuck him now?" Her voice echoed her passionate mind-blown
feelings.
"If you're ready to stick his cock in me," Theresa sighed, "I'm ready.
Sucking you off and sucking Thor has me feeling like a lighted firecracker."
"I'm ready," Nancy nodded. Her blue eyes misted over as she watched
Theresa get on her hands and knees. She stared at Theresa's gorgeous ass. She
wanted to lick it, but seeing Thor fuck her was what she wanted to see now.
Nancy didn't want anything to delay it. Next time, she thought, feasting her
eyes on Theresa's ass.
"Make sure you get his cock in my pussy. Sometimes," Theresa explained,
"when we're alone, he misses and plows my asshole." She wriggled her ass. "I'm
ready."
Thor padded over to his mistress's quivering body. He sniffed her ass and
swiped his tongue up through her ass crack. Yelping, he leaped up, catching
Nancy, for a brief second, off guard.
"Hurry!" Theresa squealed, wiggling her hips. "Aim his cock. Get him in my
cunt." She was shaking.
Thor blanketed his mistress with his powerful body. His rump jabbed. His
long overgrown cock fucked at the cheeks of his mistress's ass. Yelping his
frustration, he pranced on his hind legs, jabbing and missing both Theresa's
pussy hole and asshole.
Nancy came out of her daze, reached under, gripped the jabbing hulk of
Thor's throbbing cockshaft. Shaking, she aimed his prick at the gaping wet hole
of Theresa's pussy. The dog's next violent lunge, with Nancy's help, found the
right fuckhole.
Thor howled. His cock fucked deep, stuffing Theresa quickly with the
entire length of his cock. His tail curled, and he yelped again, his cock
fucking a mile a minute.
"He's fuckin' me. Nancy... he's in... ooooo!" Theresa went insane.
Nancy gasped, still keeping her fingers at Theresa's sopping pussy. She
felt the fucking thrusts of his cock. His groin touched her fingers, mashed
them into Theresa with each stab. "Oooo," she moaned, pulling her fingers away.
She looked at them. Pussy juice coated her fingers. She sniffed them. Without
thinking, she sucked her fingers clean. The taste of pussy burned into her
brain.
Shaking with excitement, the hulking Great Dane shivered with lust. His
muscles rippled beneath his sleek coat. His large front paws held firm on
Theresa's bare back. He yelped, spittle dripping off his tongue. Jabbing
thrusts and yelping cries mixed with the squishing noises from Theresa's
ravaged pussy.
Thor fucked harder, faster. Theresa's blow job had really primed him. He
fucked, his heavy cum-crammed balls swinging, slapping against the back of
Theresa's juice-stained thighs.
"Oooo, Nancy. Nancy. He's fucking me to death. I'm in heaven. Ooooo, it
feels so wonderful!" She twisted her neck, stared at the hypnotized child.
"Oooo, Nancy. You're gonna love it!"
Nancy was mute. Her gaze flowed eagerly over the giant dog. Her body
quivered as if Thor were invading her pussy with his mighty cock. "Oooo, I'm
creaming just watching," Nancy gasped. She stared at Thor's jabbing rump,
Theresa's swinging tits, Thor's straining neck. Theresa's face contorted.
Theresa jabbed back, meeting the hard demanding thrusts of her pet She
used her cunt muscles, wrapped them tight around his plowing shaft, soaked his
fucking prick in frothy pussy juice.
Fucking in and out of her exquisite pussy, Thor howled. He danced on his
hind legs, keeping balance on the thick carpet. He yelped as Theresa's cunt
muscles began to methodically milk his prick, urging the churning cum in his
balls to ignite.
Theresa bucked like a wild horse. She jerked back and forth, matching the
blinding speed of her pet Dane. "He's deep. Deep in my pussy." She snapped her
head around, gazed at Thor, then at the entranced teenager. "He's so fucking
deep!"
Nancy gasped, watching Theresa's eyes roll into her skull. "Does it hurt?"
she whispered huskily.
"Unnnn. Noooo," Theresa moaned. "Only pleasure!" As if to prove what she
meant, she went into spasms, her face contorting into a mask of pleasurable
lust.
Nancy almost fainted. She kept her eyes trained on them both, experiencing
the fuck as if it were happening to her. Her fingers became acting on her own
virgin pussy. Nancy's soft whimpering sobs blended with the dog's yelping howls
and Theresa's wailing cries of bliss.
Theresa saturated her dog's cock with a deluge of thick greasy
pussy-cream. She tightened her cunt muscles, making him yip like a puppy. "Fuck
me, Thor. Fuck me!" She jammed back, loving her pet's strength, the length of
his cock and the speed of his fucking thrusts.
Thor fucked in all the way, his heavy body pressing down on his mistress's
back. His hard fucking stabs had Theresa sobbing, moaning. His cock swelled
inside her clenching cunt. Warm squishy fuck juice flowed from her clinging
cuntlips, soaking his swinging balls.
"Ooooo!" Theresa's body quaked under the powerful fucks of her Great Dane.
Her swollen tits hung heavy and swung erotically. Arms stiff, palms flat,
thighs apart, she rocked back and forth. "More, Thor. Faster, boy." With Thor
howling and yelping, Theresa jammed back, matching him stroke for stroke. "He's
tearing me apart. Ooooo... God!"
The giant animal's body rippled with the power that was surging through
each finely tuned muscle. The cock fucked deep, piercing the buttery ooze of
her squishy cunt muscles. His front paws gripped tighter. His hind legs
pranced. He yelped, and whined, his pointed ears drawing back against his head.
A never-ending flow of pussy-cream bathed his purplish-red cockshaft.
Lightning fast lunges, greased by Theresa's fuck juices, gave the giant beast
the speed they both needed to reach the peak.
"Fuck me, Thor! Ram it, you bastard!" Theresa's drunken eyes found the
blonde teenager. "He's so good. I love his cock. Oooo, do I love his cock!"
Nancy's breath caught in her chest. She had never seen anything as erotic
and she knew, by her own limited experience, the best was yet to come.
Theresa's eyelids began to flutter. Her lush body went into spasm. Her
tongue whipped out over her gasping mouth. "Oh... I'm so close." She found a
blurred vision of the enthralled child. "I'm gonna cum, Nancy. Gonna cream his
cock any second now!"
Feverish with lust, her body glistening with the sweat of her passion,
Theresa mashed her cunt back at her frantic pet Dane. She heard him whimper,
felt his smooth furry coat against her sensitive skin. Her seething hot pussy
gripped his fucking prickshaft tight, then contracted and gripped again in a
steady erotic beat.
Thor yelped. His prick became bloated with cum. His balls churned, ready
to blast his mistress's pussy with the scalding jizz that rumbled in his balls.
Her breath caught in her throat, then escaped. "I'm, there. Oooo, I'm
ready!" Theresa whipped her head back, the cords in her neck straining, ready
to snap as she rocked her way towards an explosive orgasm. "Fuck me! Fuck me!"
Like never before, Theresa climaxed. Having someone watch, someone to
share her lust with, added fuel to her already overheated body. "I'm cumming!
Creaming."
Nancy fell back, mouth open, eyes popping. It was happening. "Fuck her,
Thor. Fuck her hard!" Nancy became caught up in the stormy passion that already
had Theresa and her Dane in its grip. "Fuck him, Theresa. Cream his cock!"
"I am! I am!" She rammed herself at her pet, wanting all of his cock,
craving the first load of cum that she knew was swelling his balls and prick.
"Cum boy. Cream me! Cum, Thor!"
Thor yelping loud, his rump like a pounding machine that fucked his cock
into the stormy center of Theresa's cunthole exploded. Hot squirting wads of
stringy doggie-jizz shot through his pisser and splattered the steamy depths of
her cunt. He howled, lifting his head and straining his neck.
"He's cumming! I feel it! He's squirting in my pussy." Theresa went crazy.
Her own orgasms and that of her dog snapped her mind. She rocked back and
forth, absorbing the punishing blows of her dog's horrendous stabs. Each one
carried a thick glob of doggie-jizz that flooded her already-overflowing pussy.
Yelping, his balls erupting, his cock spewing out cum, Thor fucked deeper,
harder, faster. His mistress's screaming voice and jerking body pushed him to
greater feats of strength. His hairy body fused to her sweaty flesh. His balls
ruptured again. A stream of jizz squirted from his cock.
"I'm drowning! Drowning in his cum!" Theresa looked at Nancy. "He's
creaming me," she moaned, "Ooooo. His cock is heaven."
Nancy imagined all the cum from Thor's cock squirting into Theresa's
pussy. It sent an orgasm through her virgin cunt hole, a jealous orgasm that
made her sob with frustration.
Orgasms attacked Theresa's pussy from every angle. She loved it, took the
fight to the beast. She slammed back. "Fuck me, Thor. Fuck me, slave!" Her cunt
sucked up his cum as it spurted from his prick. Jizz filled her pussy hole,
overflowed the puffy cuntlips and oozed down her body.
Thor's black eyes drifted into his skull. His rubbery lips drew back,
baring his dangerous fangs. Tail between his legs, ears flat against his skull,
and his neck stretched forward, he looked like a demon ravaging its victim. His
loud yelps grew noisier with Theresa's screams. His hairy balls kept churning
the jizz out as fast as his cock could spit it into her pussy. Cum dribbled
down his emptying balls.
Theresa, rocking on all fours, bearing the brunt of Thor's attack and his
weight, screamed. Gritting her teeth, she manipulated her cunt muscles,
tortured Thor's cock and turned him into a whimpering pussy. She jerked her
hips from side to side, slammed back her ass into his driving body. Squishing
noises echoed in the room as their bodies slapped into each other.
Theresa seemed to freeze. Her eyes rolled. "Aghhhhh!" The pounding
strength of her dog and the draining of her orgasm weakened her. Elbows
buckling, she collapsed. Clawing the carpet, she kept her ass perched high,
allowing her pet to finish fucking her.
Thor whimpered, his tongue swinging from his open mouth. He lost his
footing. His cock, still squirting cum, popped from Theresa's pussy. He sprayed
her back with white pearl drops of doggie-jizz. He dropped to all fours,
sniffing now at the red ravaged hole of Theresa's fucked-out pussy.
Theresa, writhing on the floor, allowed her pet to clean her cunt with his
tongue. She whimpered as his tongue slithered deep inside her sensitive pussy
and lugged out the cum he had Just squirted there.
"Oooo, no more," she moaned, rolling over. She pushed him away, looked at
a stunned Nancy. "What did you think of that?"
Nancy found her voice. "When can I do it?" She was ready. She wanted to be
fucked more than anything else in the world.
Theresa knew this and smiled. "I have a friend. She has a Dalmatian. You
know, white, black spots... a fireman's dog."
Nancy nodded. "Yeah... and?"
"I'll call her on the phone, invite her over here and mention you. You can
go there tomorrow night and babysit for her kid. While you're there... you know
what to do." "I sure do," Nancy giggled. She looked at Theresa. "Does your
friend do the same things with her dog?"
"Kitty is dog crazy and her dog is as good as Thor. She doesn't know I
know." She winked. "So don't say a word. Enjoy Pepper and tell me all about it
later."
"When can I fuck Thor?" Nancy's eyes were filled with desire for the great
Dane.
"After you've practiced on a smaller dog" She grabbed Nancy's hand.
"C'mon. Let's have something to eat. Then I'll have Thor lick you off."
Nancy followed her out to the kitchen. She was anxious to have Theresa
watch her cum. She was also anxious to meet Pepper, the dog who would make her
a woman.
Cindy watched Valerie's foot rub the dog's cock and balls and saw his
naked cock-knob flare out. His piss-hole was parted and moist, pre-cum
bubbling out. Cindy still didn't believe that Valerie would actually fuck
a dog - let alone give one a blow-job.
Letting a doggy lick her cunt was naughty, but not really so terrible.
And now the naive young blonde figured that Valerie was merely going to
make the dog come with her foot or, at most, with her hand. Even that tame
prospect was a real turn-on. Cindy gazed at his throbbing cockhead,
imagining what it would be like when his jism came squirting from his
piss-hole in frothy jets. The sight and the prospect caused her pussy to
overflow. A nugget of cunt juice slid out of the leg-hole of her brief
shorts and gleamed on her creamy thigh, like a pearl on velvet.
Then Valerie took her foot away. Giving Cindy a sideways glance, both
amused and pleased by the young girl's fascination, Valerie patted the
couch beside her.
Buck was no novice at this game. He gave a happy, excited yelp and
bounded up, one forepaw on either side of the woman's supple hips and his
hind legs on the floor. His massive prick loomed out over the woman's cunt
mound and belly. His haunches bunched with muscle, then humped, driving
his cock against her stomach. A blob of spunk dripped from the cock-knob
and ran into Valerie's belly button. The blob was still connected to his
meaty cockhead by a gossamer thread of jism.
Cindy squealed.
"Yeah," Valerie said, reading the girl's mind accurately. "I'm really
gonna let him fuck me, honey."
She squirmed down and thrust her big tits up. The dog's bubbling
cockhead slid against her nipple. Then he humped again, shoving his slimy
fucker up into her cleavage, fucking her between the tits. His prick had
left a slippery trail of slime up her stomach as the fiery red crown nudged
into the soft crack of her cleavage.
Cindy felt as if she were going to faint. Every nerve in her body was
tingling.
Valerie let the horny hound fuck her tits for a moment, then she reached
down with both hands. She cupped his bloated balls in one hand and folded
the other around the thick root of his prick.
She levered his cock down, so that his prick-knob rustled in her curly
cunt bush. Doggy-slime matted the ebony curls, glistening in that dark
jungle. Squirming, Valerie slid upward and pulled the hound's cock down
into her groin.
Holding his prick by the hilt, the woman began to move the tip of his
cock up and down in her steaming cunt slot, using his prick like a spoon to
stir her cream bowl and rub against her clit.
"Oooooh - he's so hot and hard," she murmured. "What a lovely cuntful
he's got for me today."
My God - the woman is totally depraved, Cindy thought. But she had to
admit that that dog's prick looked wonderful. She just knew that she would
be fantasizing about dog-cock the next time she frigged herself off - not
that she would ever actually do such a sordid thing in reality. Fantasy
was harmless, she knew.
But this was no fantasy. That hard red dog-cock was sliding up and down
through Valerie's pink cunt-lips and brushing over her clit as, tilting her
wrist, she levered his cockmeat through her cunt slot. His seeping
piss-hole was dribbling scum into Valerie's pussy slot so that, as her
wrist moved, she seemed to be whitewashing her cunt with some big, meaty
brush.
Changing her grip, Valerie pulled the head of the doggy's prick up into
her cunthole. She shifted her hips, getting into position. Then she took
her hands away from his cock and balls. Now the clever hound needed no
further manual assistance. Well trained and obedient, he knew just what to
do.
Buck nudged his loins out and all of his naked cock-knob vanished up
Valerie's smoldering cunt slot. Her wet cuntlips fluttered and rippled as
they collared his prick just behind the crown. Buck whined and pushed
another inch of cockmeat into her, through that tight pink collar.
Valerie arched her back, not moving herself, but waiting for the dog to
bury his bone.
The hound fucked in slowly, inch by inch. His long, thick cockshaft
disappeared up her fuck-hole gradually until his fucker was buried to the
balls, all of his prick inside her cunt. Then neither of them moved for a
moment. The doggy was savoring the pleasure of having every inch of his
cock enveloped in clinging pussy, and Valerie was thrilling to the
sensation of having her hot cunt stuffed to the very brim with a load of
iron-hard, throbbing doggy-prick.
Valerie moved first, pumping her pelvis and fucking her cunt through an
inch or two of dog-cock. She rolled her hips from side to side, winding
her tight fuck-hole around on his thick cunt-stuffer like a juicy nut onto
an iron bolt. Her pussy was squashing as her talented cunt muscles sucked
on his cockmeat. The interior rings closed in concentric circles, running
up his cockrod as if she were jerking him off with her pussy.
Buck whimpered at the feeling. His whole hairy body was trembling and
his tongue was lolling out, still dripping cunt juice along with his
doggy-slobber. His long tail swished behind him as he prepared for the
assault, like a rudder steering his loins.
Then the dog went wild.
His hindlegs scrabbled at the floor as he pulled his prick out until
only the naked meat of his angry red cock-knob remained in her steaming
pussy, then he fucked all of that long prickrod back into her. His
cock-lance hissed up her soaking fuck-hole.
"He's fucking you!" cried Cindy, in wonderment and awe. "The dog is
fucking your cunt!"
"You bet your sweet ass, honey - and I fucking love it!" Valerie gasped
as she pumped her cunt down to meet the dog's next fuck-lunge. He fucked
in to the balls, his swollen balls swinging in to slap on her ass like the
clapper of some meaty bell.
The hound's haunches rippled and quivered. He fucked faster and harder,
berserk with the joy of it. His prick jerked out, coated with cunt cream,
then rammed back up that smoldering pussy with a violence that rattled
Valerie's bones. He was tilting her ass up as he stuffed her full of
cockmeat.
She writhed and thrashed about under the brute, meeting him in
counterpoint, pushing her pussy down as he fucked in and rolling her hips
as he drew out. Her cunt walls molded themselves around the contours of
his throbbing prick, clinging and massaging every inch as it fucked in and
out.
Cunt juice sprayed from her pussy as that big dog-cock filled her
fuck-hole and pumped the hot froth from her. His hairy balls were soaking
with the overflow from her fuck-hole as they slapped against her upthrust
ass with dull, meaty whacks.
"Pour it to me, Buck," Valerie moaned, hips jerking. "Shovel that sweet
prick up my cunt, boy!"
The dog's spine twisted into an S-shape as he fucked in, his tail
whirling like a propeller behind his heaving ass. Valerie whimpered as she
felt his cock throb inside her, spreading the moist walls of her pliable
cunt out as it swelled and expanded.
Cindy watched that thick dog-cock vanish up Valerie's cunt, and her own
cunt was so hot now that she was numb. The girl didn't know if she was
coming or not, although the pussy juice was streaming down her thighs and
soaking her shorts. Her hand was still cupped over her crotch, still not
moving. Her pussy was so hot she thought it might blister her palm.
If I frig myself off, then maybe I can resist her depraved suggestions
afterwards, the girl thought. Maybe. But do I want to? Oh, I'm so damned
horny! I won't do anything, myself - but if she wants to eat me out and I
just lie back and close my eyes - oh, fucking hell! I wish I'd never come
here with her. Like hell I do!
Both innocent and horny, the poor girl was tormented by her own raging
fuck-lust. Her passion ran amuck.
Valerie was moaning each time the dog fucked her cunt full of rock-hard
cockmeat. His cockhead felt like a lump of molten iron deep up her belly
and his prickshaft was like a crowbar, levering and wedging and prying up
her steaming, soaking fuck-hole.
Her ass switched from side to side, then jerked up and down. She dipped
her loins lower and every inch of his cockshaft ran across her clit, coming
and going. Her taut clit was ready to go off like a stick of dynamite at
any moment, but she was trying to hold back, to wait for the doggy to fill
her cunt with his hot, thick jism before she let her own wild climax reach
the crest.
She clamped her thighs around the brute's heaving flanks, hooking her
ankles behind his ass. Her thighs rippled as they tightened, drawing his
cock into her pussy. Her heels brushed against his asshole as she held him
in a velvet vise. Then, feeling his prick expand and knowing the doggy was
almost ready to blow his cum-load, she threw her legs wide apart again,
giving him freedom to maneuver as he wished.
Buck poured the prick to her resolutely, shoveling the phallic fuel into
her fiery furnace frantically and furiously. He howled like a wolf and his
balls exploded.
"He's coming!" Valerie wailed, as she felt his cockshaft buck with the
rushing tide.
The dog's cock slime hosed her cunthole in a creamy jet and Valerie let
herself go. Her cunt melted around his prick like a wax candle around a
flaming wick. The dog shot a second gooey wad of jism out on the recoil,
so that the hot cum flooded up her fuck tunnel from the entrance to the
depths, like an underground stream.
Each time the dog squirted another shot of cum up her, Valerie cunt
melted again. Her cunt cream gushed out to mingle with his jism. Again
and again he unloaded his cock and balls, growling and panting. A great
wash of dog-cum and cunt juice flowed down her crotch.
There was a rushing in her ears. Through that internal rushing, Valerie
could hear Cindy squealing with vicarious joy. She turned her head and,
through lust-glazed eyes, through a mist as heavy as a cloud of cum, saw
that the innocent teenager was leaning over them, close up, staring at all
the juicy details of their simultaneous orgasms.
"The dog is spurting his hot fuck juice up my cunt," Valerie gasped.
"He's fucking filling me with slime!"
But Cindy knew that already. She could see the stuff pour out as the
dog's plunger plugged the hole. Pearly cunt juice gushed out, streaked
with creamy dog-jism.
Buck squirted another load of cum into Valerie, then began to falter and
slow down, his balls drained. The last of his jizz came out in a mere
trickle. His tail dropped - and his head drooped. Valerie continued to
fuck her cunt up and down on his prick, to make sure that she had milked
him bone dry and to make sure that she had worked off every wondrous wave
of her own creamy coming.
Whimpering, Buck pulled his prick out of her flooded pussy. His cock
came out as it had gone in, inch by inch, the cockstalk dragging against
the suction of her fuck-hole. Then the naked cock-knob popped out like a
cork from a bottle of champagne. His prick swayed up and down, then it
began to droop. The doggy hopped down to the floor, panting heavily. Cum
and cunt juice dripped from the head of his shrinking cock, and a thicker
flood poured out of Valerie's vacated fuck-hole.
Valerie slid to the floor, curling on her hip. Pushing her head under
the dog, she slurped his slimy cockhead into her mouth and nursed on it,
sucking up dog-cum and cunt juice from his prickmeat. Her cheeks hollowed
in and her lips peeled outward around his red cock.
"Ummmm," she puffed.
Cindy wailed, thrilled anew at the sight of Valerie with a mouthful of
dripping dog-cock and realizing that the depraved woman had told the truth
about that, too - that she really sucked her dogs off. That seemed even
more wicked than fucking with them, somehow - and just as fucking exciting.
Valerie gave the dog's prick a last loving slurp and drew her lips away.
His cock-knob glistened with her saliva. Cum and cunt juice flecked her
lips and her tongue slid across as she turned and looked at Cindy.
Cindy stared at that sensual mouth. She looked at those pliable lips
and that nimble tongue and she shuddered with desire.
"You can suck my cunt, if you really want to, I guess," she whispered.
"I - I don't really mind."
And Valerie grinned at the understatement . . .
ANIMAL ANTICS 013
Chapter 4
Amused by the girl's shy diffidence, Valerie was smiling - but the lips
that smiled were creamy and trembling. She turned away from the dog who,
his lust spent, wandered off to curl up in the corner. Valerie knelt
before Cindy.
"You sure you don't mind?" she asked, with mild sarcasm.
But, not waiting for a reply, she leaned down and began to lick at the
backs of the girl's knees. Valerie's tongue was lathering Cindy's flesh
with dog-cum and saliva. She licked up and down those glorious legs. She
kissed and tongued the girl's feet and worked up her calves, and her lips
brushed up the inner slopes of her thighs. Cindy trembled, both with
nervousness and, more, with desire.
The woman, cunt hungry as she was, was in no hurry to feast on that
sweet young pussy. Now that the end result was certain, Valerie was
enjoying the foreplay. She licked up Cindy's legs as far as the leg-holes
of the girl's denim shorts, where the material was sucked into the vee of
her crotch as if her cunt were a cloth-attracting magnet. Pulling the
leg-holes out with her fingers, she licked at the creases where Cindy's
thighs joined her body, working on one side and then the other and, as she
switched across, pausing to blow her warm breath onto the girl's crotch.
As she did so, she saw the crotch of Cindy's shorts darken and grow even
damper.
Knowing what a tasty treat was smoldering there, right in front of her
face, separated only by a slender band of denim, Valerie began to drool and
her tongue tingled. She pushed her tongue out and ran it, flattened, up
Cindy's crotch. She could feel the heat come through the denim and taste
the cunt juice that had seeped into the material.
She lapped at Cindy's crotch again, slurping moistly. She kissed the
sodden denim, blowing through it and feeling the teenager's hot cunt ripple
on the other side. She sucked at the seepage, then slipped her tongue up
the leg-hole, flicking in and out at the crease, not actually making
contact with Cindy's cunt.
Was this how lesbians did it? naive Cindy wondered. Did they just mouth
each other through their clothing?
"Aren't you gonna take my shorts down?" she asked timidly.
Valerie smiled at the question and at the hint of disappointment that
could be discerned in the girl's tone. This seduction was going as well as
Valerie had hoped it would. Cindy was truly innocent and inexperienced,
but her sweet body was so naturally horny that Valerie felt certain the
girl would be ready for anything by the time the weekend was over, and
there were so many things to teach her.
"Yes, darling - I'm going to take your shorts down," Valerie whispered.
"I'm going to tongue-fuck your naked cunt and suck your sweet cunt juice
out of you."
Cindy trembled, eyelashes fluttering.
Valerie's thighs tensed as she leaned higher. She began to lick the
girl's belly. Her tongue probed Cindy's belly button and slid on up,
licking at her fat tits again. Valerie was spit-bathing the teenager's
trim body. She laved the hollow of her throat, licked her neck, dipped in
to tongue her armpit.
Cindy was vibrant, moaning softly as she sprawled there, feeling as if
Valerie was using her as a mere plaything - and simply adoring to be played
with.
Valerie kissed and licked back down to Cindy's belly. She hooked her
fingers under the waistband of the girl's shorts and, without opening the
fly, pulled them lower. The upper curls of Cindy's blonde pussy hair
appeared as the shorts were dragged down. Valerie ran her tongue through
that golden forest.
"Shall I take your shorts down now?" she asked teasingly.
"If - if you want to - I guess it's okay," the shy girl said, trying not
to reveal her burning desire.
"Do you want me to?"
"I guess so."
"Ask me, then," Valerie demanded, running her tongue, rustling, through
the golden filigree of Cindy's cunt bush.
"I - I said - you could," Cindy whimpered.
"Ask me! Say please! Tell me what you want!" Valerie rasped. Her
green eyes flashed. Cindy whimpered, feeling as if she were a dog being
made to beg for a bone. She hesitated. How could she voice her desires?
Letting the woman eat her pussy was one thing being passive, allowing it,
pretending that she was only doing it to please the older woman didn't seem
so shameful. But to be made to plead for what they both wanted was
mortifying. She stared down at Valerie, pleading with her eyes,
wordlessly. But she saw the determination on Valerie's face and realized
that, no matter how much the woman lusted for her naked cunt, she was not
going to do it unless and until Cindy made that compromise. Cindy gulped.
Then, surprising herself, the words seeming to come out without any
instructions from her mind, she said: "Take my shorts down. Use your mouth
on my naked cunt. Oooh, Valerie, please suck me off!"
She blushed and Valerie smiled triumphantly.
The dark-haired beauty unsnapped the waistband and slowly drew the
zipper down. The shorts wedged open and Valerie's tongue slurped at
Cindy's plump cunt mound. Then she began to tug the shorts down over
Cindy's ass and hips. Cindy squirmed, helping her. The sodden shorts
dragged down and the teenager's pussy was bared to Valerie's gaze. Valerie
purred at the sight. Cindy's cunt was rosy-lipped and unfolded, the slot
awash with creamy lather and her clit taut and trembling.
Valerie drew the shorts down and off Cindy's feet. She spread the
girl's sleek thighs apart, her head moving between them. She blew on
Cindy's pussy and, as if that creamy slot were a glowing ember, saw the
flames of lust leap higher as Cindy's clit and cunt-lips flushed. The
folds rippled and cunt juice slid down the gash of her pussy.
Valerie gazed up at the girl's face and raised her eyebrows. Cindy knew
what the woman wanted and, no longer in any condition to hesitate, said:
"Suck my pussy, Valerie! Make me cream with your tongue!"
Valerie gave a contented sigh and leaned closer, her tongue pushing out.
She tapped the tip against Cindy's clit. The girl seemed to explode at the
first light touch, her whole lithe body jerking violently. Her slim back
arched and her long legs trembled.
Valerie concentrated on Cindy's clit to begin with, using only her
tongue at first. She flicked and fluttered and laved that swollen nugget
of sensation. Slippery with cunt juice, the stiff clit slid against her
tongue and Cindy began to moan continuously. Valerie realized that the
girl was going to cream soon - too soon. Valerie had gotten her so hot
that there was no way her climax could be prolonged for any length of time
- her first climax, anyway. But there would be more, longer and lingering
and leisurely, giving Valerie a chance to dine to her heart's content on
that succulent pussy before she was rewarded by the girl's coming.
Still, she wanted to make the first delicious meal last as long as she
could and she knew that if she kept licking the girl's clit she would soon
have her melting. Valerie gave that bud a last flick and drew back
slightly. She spread Cindy's rosy cunt-lips wide open. Cindy was jerking
impatiently, wanting that nimble tongue to return to her pussy. Valerie
slowly ran her hot tongue up the girl's creamy cunt slot. Cunt juice
pooled in the center of her curled tongue. She lapped up the hot gash and,
turning her face from side to side, licked up the unfurled pussy-lips.
Then she fucked her stiff tongue right up into Cindy's cunthole,
tongue-fucking in and out with a rapid, fluttering motion. Her tongue
slithered up that soaking tunnel like an eel in a morass.
Cindy began to moan and twitch again, rising toward the heights on that
steady tongue-fucking action - and again Valerie prolonged the girl's
coming by altering her technique. Tilting her head sideways, she fitted
her parted lips to Cindy's cunt-lips and, not using her tongue now, began
to suck steadily on the flowing cunt slot.
Cunt juice slid past her lips and into her mouth, and Valerie gulped the
sweet nectar down hungrily as she sucked for more. Cindy's smooth thighs
closed around Valerie's head, as if trapping her in a sleek vise. But the
trap was unnecessary. Cunt-hungry Valerie was exactly where she wanted to
be. Her face was radiant with desire and her tongue felt every bit as hot
as the clit it had been licking.
Cindy was grinding her foaming pussy against Valerie's eager mouth,
jolting her hips up and down and pumping her belly. She jerked
spasmodically, panting and moaning with the joy of it.
"God - I'm gonna come!" the girl wailed.
Seeing there was no way to prolong it and yearning for the innocent
teenager to cream in her mouth, Valerie whimpered: "Yeah - come, baby -
come for me - cream my fucking tongue!"
She began using her mouth and tongue and lips together now, as Cindy
soared toward the dizzy heights. The woman opened her mouth wide and
clamped her lips over Cindy's cunthole and clit, mouthing all of that sweet
pussy. Her tongue slid across Cindy's clit as it ran in and out of her
steaming fuck-hole. Tonguing and sucking together, Valerie was bringing
the blonde teenager surging to the bliss of a climax.
"Come - come - come - " she panted.
Valerie's raven hair cascaded over Cindy's golden cunt bush and fell in
a curtain over her thighs. The woman's mouth was clamped to Cindy's
smoldering cunt like a suction cup to a drain - and that suction was soon
going to unclog that hairy drain. She wallowed in that delicious groin,
her head turning as she twisted her lips around, her tongue fucking in and
out with a steady rhythm.
Valerie's hands cupped Cindy under the cheeks of her firm ass, tilting
her higher, as if her cunt were a creamy goblet which thirsty Valerie
wanted to drain to the dregs. Cindy's pelvis bucked and heaved as she
fucked herself on Valerie's tongue and ground her pussy against those
skillfully sucking lips. She arched deeply, her spine contorting as the
wild thrill whacked her whole nubile body with a torment of bliss.
"I'm creaming!" Cindy cried.
"Ummm - ummmm - ummm!" Valerie whimpered as her mouth filled up with hot
cum-cream.
She sucked and swallowed. Foaming pussy juice bubbled past her lips and
soaked her flashing tongue. Valerie gurgled with the joy of it, feeling as
if she were having an oral orgasm.
"Ahhhh," Cindy moaned as the fiery waves of her creaming rushed through
her loins and her steaming cunt melted. She shook with the spasms of
release and shuddered with each wave of ecstasy.
Drained, the girl sank back on the couch, panting and trembling, stunned
by her dynamic orgasm.
Valerie continued to mouth her cunt, to make sure that she had worked
off every spasm and milked out every sweet drop. Spreading Cindy's
cunt-lips wide apart, she slid her tongue in to sweep up the slippery oil
that coated her cunt walls. She gave the girl's clit a slurp, milking
frothy juice from the hot nugget. Then she dipped down and ran her tongue
up the taut crack of Cindy's ass, lapping up the cunt juice that had poured
down into that tight crevice. A trickle of pussy cream had escaped her
lips and run down Cindy's thigh. Valerie tongued it up, wanting to swallow
every drop of that succulent coming.
She raised her head and gazed lovingly at Cindy.
"Nice?" she asked.
"Oh, God - I never knew - with another woman - " Cindy whispered. She
stared back at Valerie.
The woman's face was lathered with cunt juice from forehead to chin.
Cindy was wondering if now she was expected to return the favor. Did
Valerie expect to be sucked off in turn? Cindy had no idea - nor did she
know if she was willing to suck Valerie's pussy. It was more than obvious
that Valerie had deeply enjoyed eating Cindy's pussy, but would Cindy savor
the feast as much? She blushed as she considered it. Despite her
inhibitions, the innocent girl had to admit that the prospect of sucking
Valerie's cunt - a thing she would never have dreamed of a day ago - was
exciting. She didn't even realize that her tongue was running across her
lips.
"I - I - do you want me to - " She seemed unwilling to make the
suggestion, herself. But she was hoping that Valerie would.
"You don't have to do anything, my darling," Valerie whispered -
although she knew that cunt-sucking, by its very nature, usually turned out
to be a reciprocal affair. They had the whole weekend and Valerie saw no
reason to rush things. "Just stay where you are - with your legs apart,
Cindy. You creamed too soon, the first time. Let me give you a nice long
suck and then you can feed me again."
Cindy whimpered with expectation, knowing how wonderful it would be to
lie there while the woman mouthed her pussy for ages.
Valerie leaned in and licked very gently at Cindy's clit, beginning a
new arousal.
But then there was a scratching at the door . . .
--
If you love something, set it free
If it doesn't come back, hunt it down and kill it
He plays the most eclecytic music of any DJ in the world - if this were the only good thing the BBC did then the BBC would be a great organisation.....
He's on Tuesday, Wednesday & Thursday every week from 10-12 gmt.
I've been listening to the vorbis stream for a while now - we were never quite sure whether wewanted teh server slashdotted or not - I guess christmas day will be quieter than usual. But I think the resources available are a lot more limited than the real or wimpy machines.
Oh yeah - make sure to e-mail the people in charge about how you prefer this over Real (and even moreso over WMP)
the machine i am at right now is a win2k run Dell laptop. installed the plugin for winamp, which took about 0.5 seconds, and off i went.
;-)
worked great. sounded better than Real, and was much quicker to load.
this is just too cool... makes me think I am glad for not putting all my cd's to mp3
"The seasons passed. My body grew into the fullness of manhood.
Time after time I triumphed in the wrestling competitions, siring four
strong sons."
Within the trellised vineyards, Noble Warrior Kare'enyi Na'aklyi
continued his narration.
"During the harvest season men elected me to lead a crew of
scythers. After we thrashed and baled the crops, recruiters from Masa'att
Academy descended on the Mona Maternesse. Never before had our boys
beheld Hermanutas. Their smooth skinned beauty puzzled lads accustomed to
our husky, rough hewn men.
"Lieutenant Commander Antemodes Ahrkantepodes addressed the
assembly. I feared my heart would choke my throat. The broad shouldered,
wide chested officer's confidence overwhelmed me. His square jawed
self-assurance drew the breath out of my lungs. His wide spread stance
bespoke a potent manliness that I dared only fantasize.
"The Hermanuta towered over any farmer on Mona Maternesse.
Iridescent golden red hair spilled down his back. A thick red golden
beard rested upon his barrel chest, and his mustaches turned upward in
fearsome prongs.
"Antemodes Ahrkantepodes orated in a deep, baritone voice. Blood
pounding in my head befuddled the sense of his words. Snippets and
snatches pierced my understanding as I gaped in wonder at the straight
backed officer so sumptuously filling his midnight blue uniform.
"'A lifetime mission dedicated to the highest service . . . .
testing your courage and endurance, pressing your strength and
perseverance to the utmost levels . . . . acknowledging inner reserves of
fortitude . . . . confronting challenges, innovating successful strategies
. . . . striving always to surpass your personal best . . . . pursuing
ever bolder goals with ever braver plans . . . . and always serving,
serving, serving, serving . . . . '
"My head spun as I heard those words. Yes, I would serve
Lieutenant Commander Antemodes Ahrkantepodes. I would prostrate myself
before the cockmeat bulging from his snug fit uniform. I would succeed in
every quest. I would serve as equerry to Lieutenant Commander Antemodes
Ahrkantepodes, swelling his heart with pride for his brave, strong
fuckboy.
"And this bold officer would plough me with his hard, thick
manmeat, plough me, fill me, fuck me, ram his cockshaft up my road to
glory till he seared my prostate, flooding me with his steaming manseed
while my glory hole exploded as I swooned into the black hole of the
altiverse bursting with the Lieutenant Commander's hot manfuck."
Duke the astronomer and Marine Private Vinnie Borsa wrapped their
arms about each other. United States Marine Corps Master Sergeant
Schnuffler stroked his drooling cock beneath his paisley sun dress.
The Noble Warrior Kare'enyi Na'aklyi's narrative continued.
"Masa'att recruiters examined the Mona Maternesse farm boys. We
knew no maiden modesty, and paid no mind to hands that measured, weighed,
pinched, poked, and probed our naked flesh.
"Out of 180 boys examined, recruiting sergeants marched 70 chosen
ones to a woodshed which they constructed just beyond the planting fields.
We waited, standing naked, on the grassy knoll outside the shack, while
the recruiters called the boys, one at a time, inside. Screams, shrieks,
and sobbing sounded from within. A dozen farm boys slipped away before
the Hermanutas mispronounced their names. But I stood firm, knowing that
I could surmount any harsh ordeal, proving my worthiness to serve
Lieutenant Commander Antemodes Ahrkantepodes.
"At last a sergeant bawled my name and pointed to a heavy canvas
curtain. I entered a windowless, white walled cubicle. Four Hermanutas
wearing long white smocks held clipboards by their sides.
"Two recruiters hoisted me on a metal platform suspended by
crossbars from the ceiling. Markers indicated where I must place my feet.
The sergeants pointed upward and I saw markers on the ceiling for my
hands. Without the men speaking a word, I knew I must not move my hands
or feet off these markers.
"After I balanced myself comfortably, the Hermanutas shaved my
pectorals, then swabbed my chest with cold, stinging astringents. The
foreigners screwed sharp clawed metal clamps to my nipples, threading a
silver chain between each vise, pulling it taut and hanging metal weights
along the tether's length. Pain burned fiercely. I gnashed my teeth,
but did not sob aloud.
"Before I understood the purpose of their tools, the recruiters
inserted a long rubber hose into my glory hole, irrigating the insides of
my butt with freezing cold water. Never had any man on Mona Maternesse
been so rudely douched. But through the gross humiliation I stood firm
and did not cry or flinch.
"After the Hermanutas purged my guts, they shaved my asscrack,
butt, and ballsack with a sharp straight razor. The sergeants slathered
up my shaven slit and glory hole with slimy jelly squeezed from a white
tube.
"The strangers unwrapped a thick piece of black Zharquoya wood
carved like a cock, but ribbed along its lengthy shaft. I gasped and
clenched my butt. The sergeants spread my shaven asscheeks wide, sliding
the artificial manmeat deep within my road to glory. I yearned for
Lieutenant Commander Antemodes Ahrkantepodes' massive tool to occupy my
hole. Whatever shame I must endure to gain that goal, I would not shirk
the test.
"One Hermanuta turned the wooden shaft within my butt as if it
were a winch. Another sergeant flicked my armpits with Aquilla plumes. A
third Masa'att recruiter stroked my shaven ballsack with a soft suede
glove. The fourth alien tugged the weights suspended from the silver
chain linking the sharp clawed tit clamps.
"Never had any man on Mona Maternesse been so publicly mortified
by smooth skinned strangers from another galaxy. I shut my eyes as the
room gyred about. I longed to serve as equerry to Antemodes
Ahrkantepodes. I longed to prove my worth to honor his enormous cockshaft
with my lips and tongue.
"Pain seared my nipples. My body quivered from the torments to my
prostate, balls, and armpits. My purple cockmeat throbbed, threatening to
explode before these foreigners from 'civilized' galaxies.
"Shame! Torment! Pain! Humiliation!
"A simple farm boy from the Mona Maternesse, my body quivered,
trembled, shook with spasms. But hands and feet not move from their
markers for fear of never serving Antemodes Ahrkantepodes . . . .
"The wooden cockshaft screwed my butt hole.
"Aquilla feathers tickled tortured both my armpits.
"Metal clamps chewed my nipples.
"Soft suede gloves stroked my shaven ballsack.
". . . my nipples burned, my head spun, my legs quaked, my
prostate pulsed, my cockmeat shot and shot and shot and shot geysers of
thick hot joy juice splattering the doctors' clean white smocks till I
tumbled into an exhausted sleep dreaming of Lieutenant Commander Antemodes
Ahrkantepodes."
They are not testing it on the radio1/2/3/4/5 - World Service streaming links as they are with media format!
Any thing that will stop the BBC from using an encoder from those bastards at Real.Com has got
to be good.
Real sucks ass.
- Penguin Kicka
I hate Christmas.
Monday, December 24, 2001; 2:58 PM
IRVINE, Calif. -- A college sophomore is accused of sexually assaulting a 15-year-old girl he met on the Internet and carving swastikas on her face, police said.
Brian Dance, 20, a student at the University of California, Irvine, was booked on charges of torture, rape by a foreign object and robbery. He was being held at the Orange County Jail in lieu of $250,000 bail.
Dance allegedly met the girl in an online chat room and picked her up Thursday afternoon at an Orange County mall. Police said he took her to a university parking lot, forced her into the back seat of his car, covered her eyes with duct tape and beat her for more than two hours with his hands and a belt.
The girl was sexually assaulted, robbed and had swastikas carved into her cheek and forehead with a knife, police said. She was treated and released early Friday from a nearby hospital, Sgt. Tom Little said.
The girl told police a female friend also was communicating with the suspect in an online chat room, Little said. A detective had the victim's friend act as a decoy and arrange a meeting with the suspect at the same mall.
The 15-year-old identified Dance as her attacker when he arrived, and he was arrested without incident, authorities said. Police said they found duct tape in his pocket and a knife they believed was used in the attack.
Dance is scheduled to be arraigned Wednesday.
© 2001 The Associated Press
The great thing about my beloved BBC is that they aren't scared to experiment. They had a fully functional website long before most American broadcasters knew what the web was.
Unfortunately somethings don't change, and BBC America is showing the Queen's Christmas speech in 5 minutes. Arrgh, run, hide.
Even more important, users should download XMMS, which supports Vorbis on UNIX or FreeAMP which supports Ogg Vorbis on UNIX and Windows via a plugin.
Then (and this is the most important bit) go to BBC and use it to stream content.
I recently answered a certain ad that ran in a local newspaper. The ad
said..."John Holmes Look-a-like seeks slave". I responded to the ad by
phoning the certain gentleman who ran the ad. He told me to proceed to a
certain apt building in a very upscale area. When I arrived, he answered the
door wearing only blue jeans. He was approximately 40 years old & in
excellent shape. After exchanging a few words, he proceeded to ask me if I'd
like to smoke a joint, I proceeded to say yes and we proceeded to smoke a
very potent joint that contained opium-streaked hashish. From that point on
he took control. We proceeded to go down the hall to a room that he had
"prepared". The room contained nothing but a light bulb and a chair. Next,
he proceeded to order me to remove ALL of my clothes, I proceeded to obey
him and undressed, he took my clothes and proceeded to lock them in an
adjoining room and returned. So there I was...stoned and stark naked in a
strange gentleman's apartment! He returned to the room, closed the door, and
proceeded to lock it. He stood in front of me and proceeded to peel off
his jeans, underneath he wore a jockstrap with the most humongous bulge that
I had ever seen! And then he sat in the chair, spread his legs in the air,
and then proceeded to order me to kneel between there. I was breath-less
with arousal and fear; his penis-meat was so huge and so near. And then I
proceeded to obey his commands.. Very slowly he pulled the jockstrap aside
revealing the biggest penis-meat I had ever seen in my entire life! He had
absolutely NO pubic hair at all, and to my amazement and delight he was
circumstized! From under the chair he proceeded to pull a jar of grease and
a measuring tape...he ordered me to thoroughly grease his massive schlong
until it was fully erect and glistening. I couldn't believe my eyes...his
penis-meat was freakishly enormous! He asked me in a husky powerful voice to
measure his circumstized penis- meat...I proceeded to obey him without
question and to my absolute amazement his giant schlong measured 20 greasy
inches. I was dumb-founded and felt very honored to be in the presence of
such a sexy, powerful and obviously superior homosexual gentleman. Plus the
hash didn't hurt either.
Then for the next 8 hours I proceeded to massage his giant penis-meat. He
told me how good he felt, how much better he was as compared to me, how
superior he was because of his huge glans, how he wanted to show me his
circumstized homosexual world, how honored I should be to be with a huge
white cock god like him etc. etc. When he orgasmed, he proceeded to fill up
a 500ml yogurt container with his manload. On that first day he proceeded to
dump his load at least 10 times. I continued seeing him once a week-always
on Sundays, the ritual would always be the same...smoke hash... do these
intense sexual psycho healings and then jerk him firmly, tenderly,
ministering to his giant penis-schlong for 8 to 10 hours, with the same
fixation for measuring to do with his massive penis-cockmeat, his dump,
EVERYTHING. Until the day came when he told me that he belonged to a sex
club.
Part 2:
This particular club is located in Buffalo N.Y. in an extremely wealthy
couple's exclusive mansion. In order to be a member of this club you must be
a white male, with a penis-meat that measures no less than 14 inches, you
must be circumstized and keep all your pubic hair removed. Electrolysis is
the preferred method since it is permanent and shows a high level of
commitment to this superior lifestyle, however shaving is permitted and in
the case of visitors, demanded. He told me that he was a member of a sex
club, and told me they are known as "THE HUNG JURY", and that basically they
get together and jerk each other's big pink slick dink giant massive schlong
cockmeat things!!! I begged to go but he held out for a few weeks letting my
imagination go wild with visions of more super huge gentlemen with giant
penis-meat and very large circumstized glans. Finally one Sunday after I
arrived he proceeded to tell me that we were going on a trip over night to
the States. I knew that this was his "homosexual code" for saying "Tonight
you will meet some truly incredible gentlemen. These men are in a class by
themselves, they do what they want to whoever they want, whenever they want
to." We arrived in Buffalo at dusk and he promptly blindfolded me so I
wouldn't know where we were going. We drove for some time until he led me
from the car. I instantly surmised that were in a large mansion, everything
sounded so.rich and sexy. The blindfold was removed and I saw that I was in
fact in the company of about 20 men and women. The women were all in their
late 30's and early 40's, all extremely attractive and seemingly had no
interest in any of the men. I proceeded down stairs into the finished
basement where all the queers were. I could smell raw penis-meat in the air,
most of the men were naked or close to it, many were wearing jock straps,
all were exposing themselves without shame, and I could see why. All these
men had gynormous schlong penis -meat, all of them had all their pubic hairs
removed, and all of them were circummed!!! I proceeded to remove all of my
clothing, which was promptly locked away. Next I was given a large mug
filled with opium laced "tea". I drank the tea down quickly, and was given a
refill to sip on at my leisure. The air was thick with sexual tension, as if
some incredible psychodrama was about to unfold. The ghost of John Holmes
was alive and well. I'll tell ya that part of the ecstasy was watching these
guys with their 26 inches schlongs and beating off.
The low-bandwith music on BBC-1 is still pretty bad, but about as good as anything else I've heard. It's stellar on the high bandwidth BBC-1 stream, however. It's heavy on the treble, where I'm used to having to boost that range.
I'm having a little trouble EQing to correct for the high treble. It seems to have a huge upward curve on the high end where other CODECs just chop or only represent simple harmonic overtones. That makes it a little harsh on some things, but it's nicer than the sensation of listening underwater or through a tube that Real & MS give.
I entered the room, as arranged she was already on the bed.
The bed was in the middle of the room and had straps at all corners, and two on
each side, allowing several positions.
Her head was through the headboard, which had be specially designed for this,
and this allowed access though the mouth and into the throat. Her head was held
in this position by means of her pigtails being tied to the base of the bed.
Her arms were tied to the corners at the head of the bed, her legs had been
folded back over the body, and tied to the headboard. She was completely
naked, just as I requested.
She heard me enter the room and close the door, locking it as I did, I could
hear her sobs,
"Please help me, Oh please help me." I approached her inverted head, all she
could see was the fork of my trousers,
"Now why would I do that? you're here for me to use, not help." Her sobs
increased, I patted her cheek, "Now don't worry little one, I'm going to use
you, not kill you, I'm not allowed to do that." I started to undress, I hadn't
bothered with underwear, so I was quickly as naked as she was.
I walked around the bed, her arms didn't reach the corners, so her wrist-straps
were attached to ropes, which were then pulled tight. I rubbed her arm from
the wrist to the arm-pit, I could feel the muscles straining to keep
comfortable.
I climbed onto the bed, she was fully exposed, between her legs I could see the
chest, with it developing nubs, not yet a handful, the quim was smooth, and the
pucker of the anus was pink and clean.
"How old are you little one?" she didn't answer me, so I smacked her on the
pussy. She jumped, and then replied.
"I'm twelve." I left my hand on her pussy and started to rub it.
"Shit, I wanted a virgin, how many men have you had up here." And I started to
push a finger into the slit, just to show her where I meant.
"None, no-ones ever touched me there, honest" Yes, I found it, the cherry, it
was still intact, I removed my finger and then started on the ass, as I poked
the sphincter she started to shout.
"Oh no, don't, please don't, I've told you the truth, no-one!" I laughed and
said
"Oh I believe you, but what about this hole, how many have forced themselves up
here." And my finger managed to enter her.
"Noooo... no-one's ever touched me there, please take it out, Pleeeaasee." I
removed my finger, got off the bed and returned to the headboard, I placed my
finger to her mouth.
"Now suck this off and make it clean, oh by the way, don't even think about
biting me, you won't like the results."
"As she tasted my finger, her tongue tried to force me out of her, and her
mouth started to close, I could feel the teeth as I removed my finger.
"Naughty! And naughty little girls should be taught a lesson." I walked to a
trolley, on which were several toys for my use, among them was a ping-pong bat,
I picked it up and returned to the girl. I held the bat down so that she could
see it.
"You know what this is?" she tried to nod, but her pigtails held her steady, so
she said.
"Yes it's a bat!"
"Good, do you know what it's for?" when she said no I slapped her cheeks with
it, bringing up a red mark on both, and she started to cry, I move behind her.
"You were told not to bite, and you did. Pushinment eight strokes, you've had
two, now six to go" And I brought the paddle sharply down onto one of her
ass-cheek. Drawing a cry from the girl, I did this on the other cheek, I then
repeated both strikes again. Then I lined up on her slit, and gave her two more
directly on it, Her back arched up, which was quite impressive due to the way
she was tied down, I went back to her head, her eyes were closed, tears
dropping down her hair to the floor, she was whispering.
"no more please, I won't bite you again, I'll do anything you want, please
don't hit me again." I dropped the paddle and held both her cheeks in my hands,
they were still warm from the paddle.
"You won't bite again? And you will do anything! Good now suck this." And I
inserted my cockmeat into her mouth.
The size and depth of the intrusion into her mouth scared her, but she didn't
want to be smacked again, so she started to suck on it, she didn't like the
taste of the liquid on it, but she couldn't do anything about it. Then it
started to move back and forth in her mouth, then it went deeper. She tried to
throw up, but her throat was filled with his meat, she couldn't breath, then he
pulled back, and air flooded into her lungs.
"Bit rough was it, little one, you're gonna have to learn to breath on the
outstroke, now open up, I want to use your throat again, remember when I pull
back, then breath."
She opened her mouth, and found it full again. I fucked her face for five
minutes before she finally got the idea and was able to breath again. I
finally pulled it back and said.
"Now make it nice and wet, if you don't you'll regret it."
She tried her best, I removed my cockmeat from her mouth, slyliva coating it, I
moved back around her and onto the bed, I position myself against her quim,
opened the lips with my fingers and entered her, as I did she tried to pull
herself into the bed, I moved a hand under her, searching for her asshole,
found it, I pulled back slightly, then pushed forward and at the same time
rammed my finger into her shithole, she tried to move herself up and away from
it, impaling herself onto my cock, cutting through her hymen. She screamed as
she felt the skin tear, announcing her transformation into womanhood.
I laid down on her legs, resting myself so that she could get use to feeling
myself inside her. My finger stayed within her ass, just to provide
motivation, when needed.
After my rest I started to pump into her, trying to get deeper inside her,
hearing her sobs turning to grunts at each instroke, just to vary the process
at times I would almost pull out, then jab my finger inside her ass to force
her up as I went in.
She was tight, but I didn't notice, after a few minutes of forcing her body to
accept me we seemed to fit like a finger inside a glove, it stretches to
accommodate it.
I was soon pumping my seed inside her, and I felt myself going limp inside her,
I wanted more. I returned to her head, she was still crying, I patted her
cheeks and she opened her mouth for me.
"Lick and suck it back up, little one. I've still got more to do. It wasn't
the best blow job I'd received, but it did its job. I removed my cock from her
mouth, and walked to the trolley,
I picked up a penis-gag, the handle was of a strongman flexing his muscles, it
was just long enough to hit the back of her mouth, without going down her
throat. I put this in her mouth and strapped it in place.
I picked up a moderate vibrator, just slightly larger than my cock - they had
several sizes available, each with its size printed below it, for my convinces.
I put some lube on it, well she did try her best, returned to the bed,
positioned the vibrator at her slit and slid it in.
Even with the gag I could hear her protesting, so I moved the plastic cock in
and out, then pressed it in and turned on the vibrating unit. I grabbed hold
of the lube again and coated her ass, trying first one finger, then two, then
three. The sounds coming from her mouth grew frantic as she realised what was
going to happen.
The idea kept me rampant as I grabbed hold of her hips, to steady her, then I
rammed myself inside her ass, with the lube I entered her as a knife into soft
butter, I was balls deep before I realised it.
The feel of the vibrator separated by just a narrow piece of skin, on my cock
was amazing and I was soon sperming her young ass. As I got off from the girl,
I went to the trolley and picked up another dildo, just a bit smaller than my
prick, I inserted it into her ass. there was a knock at the door, five minute
warning, just time enough.
I removed the gag from her mouth and pushed my cock back inside it,
"Now clean it up, it's dirty." She started to suck it - realised what the taste
was - and stopped, I hit her cheeks.
"You remember what I did when you didn't obey?" She started to suck again. I
was finally erect and clean so I remove my cock from her mouth, replaced the
gag.
"That was fun, little one, now you're all opened up for the rest." I could see
her eyes widen, "Oh didn't you know, I'm the first, there're more following." I
kissed her on her forehead, now covered in sweat and tears, dressed, walked to
the door. Unlocked it and left the room.
When I was outside I removed the mask, two nineteen-year-olds entered the room
and shut the door. I looked in, they'd already had removed the dildo in her
cunt and the gag from her mouth, looks like her next lesson - how to please two
at once - has started.
I heard a muffled groan from the next room, I looked into it.
A naked man was tied onto a upright frame, his eyes were pulled open, a
mechanism ensured that they didn't dry up, what looked like a milking machine
was attached to his cock, and a butt-plug could be seen in his ass. He was
watching the action in the other room. I turned to one of the supervisors.
"What's his story?"
"Tried to squelch on a bet with the mob, that's his daughter you were pronging,
we've got his wife in the gang-bang room. Once the debt's paid off we'll let
them go."
"What if her does it again?" I received an evil smile,
"Well. He's got two younger daughters, do you want to know when they'll be
available?" I nodded and he made a note on a clipboard.
I wished the poor bastard luck - All the bad luck in the world, I couldn't wait.
At home, I run nothing but main and contrib Debian GNU/Linux. No non-free. This means no RealPlayer, no Quicktime, no MS Media. Nothing that I don't get source for. This has also meant no video and audio clips on news sites.
I've been searching for quite some time for a daily news site with MPEG video and MP3 audio, but have found absolutely nothing noteworthy.
Enter the BBC. Admittedly, audio streaming is just a start, but if I were forced to pick the BBC for fully free audio/video news and streaming entertainment, I'd be the last to complain. :)
Penny went through school that Friday with a new attitude. On
Saturday night she would give her boyfriend John the attention he
wanted. Her brother had just spent the last few days teaching her
all about sex and advising her to `fuck and suck your brains
out'. At lunch, she laughed and joked with her friends in a way
that she hadn't done in a long time. She arranged to meet her
friend Jill that night to go out and have a great time. Clearly,
the cutest cheerleader at Southland High was on a roll. After
lunch, she had a free period. Then, there was only one more class
before school ended for the day. As it was Friday, there would be
no cheerleading practice that afternoon. She could go right home
and meet Lisa, the college girl staying at her house while her
parents were away.
During her free period, Penny decided to go to the gym.
Maybe John was there playing basketball. As she got to the doors
of the gym, Leroy was coming out. The same Leroy with the huge
black dick that exposed himself to her after watching her give
John a hand job under the stands last Monday. Penny felt a little
embarassed seeing him because of the things she had said . "Hey
white bitch." He said. "Yous be lookin fo Leroy? You boy John da
jerk is busy. Dat slut Jane is doing his dick right now."
"I don't believe you." Penny cried.
"Shit, white bitch, Leroy ain't no liar. Yous don't believes
me, yous come I shows ya." Leroy walked ahead and Penny followed
the black basketball star. She was a little apprehensive that he
might take her somewhere and rape her, but she decided even Leroy
was not that stupid. They went into a locker room that was no
longer in use. Penny heard some sounds. She walked a little
further into the room and sure enough there was Jane, sucking
John's prick. Penny looked on in disbelief. `Why couldn't he have
waited. I told him I'd do anything when I see him this Saturday.
Some friend Jane is.' She thought to herself.
Leroy was standing next to her also watching Jane's cock-
sucking show. Pennny realized that while she was lost in her
thoughts, Leroy had slipped his black hand under her miniskirt
and was resting it on her panty covered ass, rubbing her ass
cheek. She was about to scream and remove his hand, but felt that
telltale twinge in her cunt and remembered, with lust, the size
of Leroy's big black cock. "Well white bitch, what you think a
dat?" Leroy asked.
Penny turned and looked the black teenager in the eyes, the
heat building in her cunt."I think my panties are in the way."
She said coolly. Leroy smiled broadly at her. His white teeth
contrasted sharply with his black face in the darkened room. He
pulled her panties down a little, and put his hand inside of them
directly on her ass cheek. He squeezed her ass flesh roughly. The
white girl began to drip cunt juices into her panties.
"You be comin' wit me now?" He more told her then asked her.
Penny nodded her consent. He took his hand from her ass, and the
6' 5" black basketball player left the locker room with the 5' 1"
white, blue eyed, blonde haired cheerleader obediently following.
He took her to the Basketball Coach's office. He had a key. He
opened the lock. They entered and he closed the door behind them,
re-locking it. Leroy stood before Penny. He put a hand on each of
Penny's tits and felt her nipples become erect through her blouse
and bra. "Da Coach give his star a key. He in class now. We be
alone. So white bitch you boy gots his self anada woman. When I
sees yous last wit my dick in ma hand yous turns me down. Yous
say baad tings ta Leroy. Yous hurt ma feelin's."
"I'm sorry." Penny apologized, concentrating on his hands
pinching and rubbing her nipples. "Your cock made me so excited I
didn't know what I was saying. Please Leroy may I see your cock
again?"
"No mo dis Leroy shit." Leroy laughed at her, contining to
feel up her tits. "Yous call me `ma black masta.' Beg ta see ma
cock. Beg ta suck ma cock you piece o' shit white slut."
The thought of sucking Leroy's cock hadn't entered Penny's
mind before. She wanted to touch it and jerk it off like she had
John. Leroy's commanding voice, his hands on her breasts, squ-
eezing them like he owned them, and her memory of his long black
cock excited her. She knew she should leave but said trembling.
"My black master, PLEASE may I see your cock. I want, no I need
to touch your big beautiful prick. I need to taste it. I want to
suck your cock. I want to suck it so damn much!"
"Yous takes you shirt off." Leroy ordered. Penny slowly
unbuttoned her blouse and opened it.She let it slip off. Leroy
put his hands on her tits again. This time only her bra was
between his fingers and the flesh of her breast. "And you bra
bitch, and you bra." He said menacingly. Penny reached around
her back and unhooked her girlish white bra. She let it fall to
the floor and stood before the black teen-ager, her breasts bare
and her nipples erect.
Leroy reached out with both black hands and grabbed her
milky white tits. He pinched her nipples roughly and kneaded her
tit flesh. The black teen-ager was determined to degrade the
half naked white girl before him. "Lift you dress lah me see you
panties." Penny lifted the front of her skirt up. Leroy surveyed
her crotch area, then took one hand off her tit and slipped
inside her little white frilly panties. He found her cunt hole
and pushed a finger inside of her. She moaned with excitment.
"Yous can beg betta dan dat. Come on white bitch tell you masta
how much yous wants his big black juicey cock. On you knees an'
kiss ma feet." He moved his finger around in her cunt, then
withdrew it. Penny lost all self control.
Penny dropped to her knees. She lowered her head to his feet
and kissed his basketball sneakers. "Please, oh please Leroy may
I suck your cock? I'll do anything you ask if you let me suck
your cock now!"
"Yous come home wit me afta school so's I can fuck ya? Yous
wants dis nigger ta stick his big long black dick up you lilly
white cunt don't ya? Yous wants Leroy to fuck you!"
"Yes! Yes! I want you to fuck me! I'll going come with you.
I'll do anything you want! Please let me suck your cock now!"
He grabbed her blonde hair and pointed her face to his
crotch. "O.K. white bitch, blow me." Penny reached up and un-
zipped his fly. She put her hand in his pants to find his prick.
He wore no underwear. She wrapped her hand around it and brought
it out through the opening. The large black mass of cockmeat was
limp. "Yous white bitches gots to work to gets Leroy excited."
Determined to please her black master, Penny ran her fingers up
and down the limp shaft. She moves to his huge black balls and
gently caressed them. She moved her face to his cockhead. Her
heart was beating rapidly as she sucked the black meat into her
white mouth. She came as her lips closed around his cock. She
felt the prick begin to enlarged. Penny moved her head back and
forth sucking as much of the growing shaft into her throat as
possible. Finally, it was fully erect. She kept her hand on it,
but pulled her head back so she could see its full length. It was
much larger than her brother's, and made John's look like a
baby's.
"It 14 inches you piece a shit cunt. Get back ta sucking it
white slut. You best take it all." Leroy ordered. Penny apolog-
ized for stopping and returned her mouth to the huge dick before
her. She licked and kissed the underside from the base of the
black cock to its head. She licked around his pisshole, then
sucked the cockhead into her mouth. She had trouble swallowing
more than half the large prick, and continually alternated
between sucking near the head and kissing and licking further
down from mid cock to the base. When she next got to the base,
she moved her mouth over to his balls and sucked one in along
with his black curly pubic hair.
When she was done sucking his balls and was returning her
mouth to the head, Leroy took her head in hands and directed her
mouth in front of the cock. He pushed his dick in between her
open lips and moved her head back and forth on the shaft for her.
Her tongue caressed the underside of his prick while his hands
guided her head action. On each stroke, he pushed more of the
black cockhead down her throat then the previous time. After a
few minutes, he had his entire cock in her mouth, her nose was
buried in his pubic hair. He then held her head steady, and
pistoned his entire cockshaft rapidly in and out of her mouth
from his pisshole to the root. He fucked her accepting mouth for
several minutes, driving his cock deep in her throat. Penny's
hands were holding his ass cheeks for dear life, her white mouth
filled completely with the thick, long mass of black cockmeat.
Finally, his prick exploded in her mouth, filling it with his
cum. She tried to swallow it all, but some slipped from her lips.
He continued moving her head back and forth until he was com-
pletely drained. Penny realized that she had cum several times
during this extended blow job.
Leroy grabbed her hair again with one hand. He withdrew his
prick from her mouth and took it in his other hand. He rubbed his
black cockmeat over her cheeks, nose, eyes and lips. Penny kissed
at it every chance she got. While he was touching her face with
his cock, Leroy told her all the things he was going to do to her
that afternoon. Penny put her hand under her skirt and rubbed her
clit to another orgasm.
Leroy released her head. "Put you love tool away white
bitch." He ordered. Penny kissed his black cock loving and put it
back in his pants. She zipped up his fly, looked up at her black
master, and awaited further instructions. Leroy took a felt
tipped pen from the desk lifted one Penny's tits in his left hand
and wrote an address on it. "Yous be dere at 3." He turned around
and left the office.
Penny got up off her knees. She looked at her tit. She copied
the address into her notebook. She took a towel and cleaned off
her face and soaked up most of her cum in her panties. She put on
her bra and blouse, checked her make-up and left. She looked at
her watch and realized she was late for her last class. She had
been blowing Leroy for over half an hour.
For the remainder of school she debated going to Leroy's.
Her head knew she shouldn't, but her cunt told her she must. Her
cunt won. After her last class, Penny got on a bus to take her
down town, to the black ghetto slums of the city. She had only
driven through there once or twice in her life and had never
walked in the area. She was frightened. She was the only white
person around. She finally found the building after asking
several black women for directions. It was a tenement. She
climbed five flights of dimly lit stairs and knocked on the
apartment door with the number that was written on her breast.
Penny was relieved to see Leroy open the door. It was a quarter
past three.
Leroy couldn't believe she actually showed up. `Why didn't
I's bring ma frends heea.' He thought sadly."You is late white
bitch!" Leroy screamed at her as he pulled her inside. "I ain't
gots all day to waste wit a white cunt likes you. I says 3, you
be here at 3. You dig?" Leroy was squeezing her arm to the point
where it hurt. She was frightened by his anger.
"I'm sorry master. I got lost. It won't happen again."
"Oh bullshit." Leroy said disgustedly. He let go of her arm.
"Well, what you be waitin' fo, shut up an strip." Penny put
her books and pocketbook down and began to un-button her blouse.
The yourning in Penny's cunt increase. Just then, a dog, a large
black pit bull walked into the room and growled at her. Even
Leroy could see she was terrified.
"Dis is Satan, my dag. If yous don't do like I's sez he gonna
bite you white ass off. Sit Satan."
The dog sat down. He and Leroy watched as Penny removed her
blouse and un-hooked her bra. Leroy saw that his note was still
on her tit. She un-zipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor.
She then stepped out of her panties and stood naked before her
black master and his dog.
"Get you white ass ova heea slut" Leroy commanded. She com-
plied. He reached for her cunt and put a longer black finger up
her hole. She got wet immediately. Satan came up behind her and
put his cold nose to her ass. She gasped in terror.
"What you know. Satan like you. Spread dem ass cheeks." Leroy
laughed. Penny knew she had no alternative and brought a hand to
each cheek and pulled then apart. The dog began licking her
asshole. Penny came on Leroy's hand.
"Well I'll be a moda fucka!" Leroy exclaimed. "Yous like dat
don't yous?" Penny nodded her head affirmatively. "Yous sit down
on dat bed." Penny walked to the bed and sat. "Spread dem legs
and cunt lips."
Penny did as she was told. She thought Leroy was going to eat
her out. Instead the dog walked towards her. She looked at Leroy.
"Black man don't eat white cunt." He explained. "Satan do."
Penny watched as the pit bull walked between her legs and buried
its face in her pussy. She came again. Leroy laughed as he
watched her squirm because of his dog's tongue. Penny continued
to flow love juice as the dog licked her clit, entering her hole
and fucking her with its rough tongue. Leroy was getting excited
too. He pulled his shirt off and dropped his pants, revealing his
magnificent black body. His cock was rock hard and extended from
his crotch. Penny came again just looking at him. He walked
towards Penny.
"Dat 'nough Satan." He ordered the dog away. When the dog
moved over, Leroy got between her legs, and pushed her down on
the bed. His cock rested at the entrance to her cunt. "You beg
Leroy ta fuck ya. Ax me reel nice whore, an' mahbe, jus mahbe I's
will." Leroy put his black hands on Penny's naked white breasts
and roughly fondled her nipples.
Penny was overcome with passion. She was never so hot before
in her life. Penny needed him to fuck her. "Please master, please
fuck me! I belong to you. I'm your slave to use as you want!
Please be kind to your slave and fuck me. I need you to fuck me.
I'll try to please you. You can use me anyway you want. I'll do
anything for you. Just please fuck me now!" Leroy laughed at the
white girl begging him to fuck her. He put his hands in her mouth
and she licked and kissed them.
He got on top of Penny. "Put it in reel slow." He told her.
"Thank you. Thank you for fucking me master." Penny cried.
She reached down to his prick and aimed his cock head towards her
pussy. She rubbed it along the length of her cunt slit, then
place it at the entrance of her cunt hole. She pushed up and
Leroy's thick, long black cock slipped into her wanting pussy.
Leroy fucked the white girl hard and fast. She came again as he
entered her cunt, and what seemed to her, each time he moved all
the way in. After fifteen minutes of none stopped hard fucking,
he came in her cunt.
When he was finished he rolled off of her. She moved her
face to his dick, and as she was taught by her brother, cleaned
his cock off with her mouth. "While you down dere, kiss my black
ass white bitch." Leroy ordered and rolled over.. Without hesita-
tion, Penny spread his ass cheeks. She put her face between his
cheeks and licked and kissed his asshole. When she tried to
tongue fuck his asshole, he stopped her and roughly pulled her
away.
"Satan were good to you. He make you cum." Leroy told her,
looking her directly in the eyes."He use his mouth on you. What
you gonna do fo Satan." Penny couldn't believe her ears. He
wanted her to give his dog a blow job. The look in his eyes told
her he was dead serious. She came again just thinking about it.
Penny was in a daze. She got off the bed and kneeled down on the
floor next to Satan. The dog rolled over onto its back, exposing
its short stubby prick. She put her hand on its stomach and
stroked it. Her hand slowly moved to the dog prick and encircled
it. Satan's hard-on appeared immediately, his pink dog penis
slipping from its protective sheath. Penny laid her head on its
stomach, her mouth only an inch from the glistening tip of its
cock. As she continued to stroke its shaft, she moved her head
lower, stuck her tongue out and licked the tip of the dog prick.
Then she took the entire exposed pink shaft in her mouth and
sucked it in. Her tongue began licking it with each stroke. She
had an orgasm. Penny rubbed her nipples and the dog's fur as she
continued to suck the dog cock and jerk it off.
Leroy couldn't believe his eyes. Not only was this dumb
white bitch doing him, she was doing his dog. She believed the
bullshit he gave her about the other cheerleaders. As he watched
her suck off Satan, he got another hard-on. With her free hand,
Penny was rubbing her pussy and moving her wet fingers to her
asshole. Leroy knew what she wanted and was willing to give it to
her. He moved behind her, spread her ass cheeks and placed the
tip of his black cock on her asshole. While she continued to suck
the dog, she grasped Leroy's cock and pushed it into her ass
hole. Leroy grabbed her hips and thrust the black monster past
her ass rim and in. Penny came. She sucked harder on the dog's
cock as Leroy pounded her asshole. She felt the dog tense up. She
squeezed its balls and the pit bull shot its load in her mouth.
She pulled her mouth back so that both she and Leroy could see
the dog cum spurt past her lips into her throat. She swallowed
every drop she could. As the dog prick got limp in her mouth and
hand, she concentrated on the big stiff black cock in her ass.
She returned Leroy's hard thrusts. Seconds later, both he and she
came. The dog cock became limp and slipped from her lips. Leroy's
dick did the same and slid from her ass hole. She turned around,
took his dick in her mouth and cleaned the cum and shit off of
it. He liked that, a clean white slut.
Leroy walked over to the bed and laid down. He told her to
stay on her knees and play with herself. She inserted a painted
finger nail into her snatch and finger fucked herself to orgasm.
"Crawl ova to you black masta white bitch." Leroy ordered. -
"Bring you underwear." Penny found her little white bra and
panties. She got on her hands and obediently crawled over to the
black man on the bed. Leroy turned to sit on the bed with Penny
between his legs, kneeling before him. Penny handed him her bra
and panties. "I's wants anada blow job, white bitch." He condes-
cendingly told Penny. He pulled Penny head up by her hair and
pushed her face down into his crotch. Her lips caught the tip of
his cock and sucked it into her mouth. From blowing him earlier
that day, she knew just how to lick, kiss, and suck the growing
black prick to get it fully erect quickly. Leroy kept jerking her
head back and forth by her hair, calling her degrading names, and
squeezing her tits. He rubbed her panties and bra over her face.
She was proud that she could take his entire shaft into her mouth
from head to root. She had an orgasm.
Satan got up and walked over to her. An idea entered Leroy's
head, making him smile. "Lift you ass in da air white bitch." He
commanded Penny. She stuck her ass up. "Jump boy, jump Satan."
Leroy told the dog. He jumped on Penny's ass, putting his paws on
her hips to hold on. Penny felt the dog's prick searching for her
cunt opening. She knew what Leroy had in mind. She wanted it too.
She brought her hand between her legs, found the dog cock, and
put it into her pussy. The dog grabbed her hips tighter and
thrust into its human bitch. So, an affluent 16 year old, pretty,
white cheerleader was spending a Friday afternoon giving a blow
job to a near illiterate ghetto black teenager while his pet pit
bull was fucking her. Penny pushed her ass back to meet the dog's
every thrust. She flexed her cunt muscles to hold the dog dick
tightly. She continued to suck Leroy's thick black cock, guided
by his hands pulling and pushing her head back and forth by her
hair. The dog tensed up. He pushed harder into Penny's cunt and
shot a load of dog cum into Penny's belly. She also came. Leroy
pulled her head down to the base of cock, his whole prick in her
mouth, and spurted his sperm into her throat.Penny used her lips
to squeeze every drop of cum from the cock in her mouth, and her
cunt muscles to milked the dog prick in her pussy. Penny hungrily
swallowed every drop. He pulled her head up to the tip of his
black penis and rubbed his cock over her lips, cheeks and eyes.
She then licked his prick clean. She turned around, still on her
knees, and licked the dog's prick clean also. When she was
finished, she again turned to kneel before Leroy.
He told her to scoop the dog's cum from her pussy into her
hand and to lick the hand clean. She did this for several min-
utes. He told her to lie on her back on the floor and to spread
her legs and hold her cunt lips opened. When she complied, he had
his dog eat her out. She had an orgasm. Leroy watched intently
then said. "Don't look like Satan kin get it up agin. Too bad, I
was gonna has him fuck you in da ass. We is done wit ya. Get
out."
He left the room and the dog followed. Penny asked to use the
bathroom. "Go fucks youself white bitch" Leroy replied. Penny got
dressed silently. Leroy came back in the room and said. "Befo
yous leaves, white bitch, yous owe Leroy money."
"Why?" Penny asked.
"I's fucked ya didn't I? Yous owe me fo dat." Penny took her
wallet out and found one of the hundred dollar bills her brother
had given her the night before.
"Will this be enough?" She asked as she handed the money to
Leroy.
Not wanting to press his luck, and since it was ten times
what he thought she would give him after a big argument, he said.
"O.K."
Leroy turned her around towards the door. He put his hand
under her skirt onto her ass, and pushed her towards the exit. He
decided to take her panties as a souvenir. He opened the door,
squeezed an ass cheek and pushed her out. "Take you panties off."
He ordered her. Standing in the hallway of a ghetto tenement,
Penny reached under her skirt and slipped her panties off. "Lift
you skirt an rub you cunt wit you panties." Penny raised her
skirt and rubbed herself to orgasm into her panties. Leroy held
out his hand. She handed him her cum soaked, little, white,
frilly panties. He laughed as he went inside, closing the door
behind her.
Penny was hot again. She wanted to knock on the door and beg
him to fuck her again but knew it would be futile. She slowly
walked down the tenement stairs. Once outside she walked towards
the bus stop, her cunt juices dripping down her legs.. On her
way, a group of black kids started to follow her, suggesting that
she come with them to get fucked all night. Their words made her
cunt ooze more. She thought about saying yes, and was about to
when the bus arrived. Reluctantly, she got on the bus, leaving
the black ghetto, Leroy's magnificent cock and Satan's dog prick
behind her.
I hope someone from NPR is reading this, too :)
Sure, but I hope that Microsoft or Real isn't. The two formats they support aren't free an any sense.
If you truely want to promote a format that you could count on in the future, write to the BBC telling them the honest truth about the streams. Don't lie, but also explain your somewhat interest in a widely used open source music compression format [codec].
I really do want to store my entire music collection on CDs - but not a standard audio cd format. MP3 would be good, but it's large and isn't free, although mo'free than WMA and RA. Being able to add a folder to my CD containing the source [or latest CVS mainline] lets me feel safe that later on down the road I may be able to play those songs.
I don't care if P2P systems don't want to support it - I just want it to be continually developed.
Get your Unix fortune now!
It's a humid, windless evening, and my husband and I have been
entertaining his old college friend, Mike, with rambling stories
heavily laced with many bottles of wine since early afternoon. Around
7:00, I can no longer keep my eyes open, and a weave a zig-zagged line
of kisses goodnight around the table, and make my way to bed as the
guys loudly drone on about old times. Although the air is stifling, I
fall fast asleep after stripping down to my T-shirt....
I awake in a fine sheen of sweat around 2:00 AM. The house is
dark and quiet, except for the soft snoring of my husband, sound
asleep next to me. My shirt sticks to me as I swing my legs off the
bed. I need a glass of water so badly, and I decide to tip-toe
downstairs and add a couple of aspirin for good measure to the mix.
In the kitchen, I notice through the doors of the back patio that
Mike has chosen to crash outside on our big hammock. Now, that's a
smart idea, I think to myself as I move closer to the door, finishing
my glass of water. I nearly choke on the last gulp as I realize that
he is completely naked, laying on his back in the light of a
half-moon, an empty wine bottle on the grass beneath him. Even from
the twenty or so feet away, I can clearly see his body...evenly tanned
and muscular, but not overly so....a hairless chest...a lean
stomach....and a thick, limber cock gracefully curving over his large
ball-sack.......and it's uncut.
I feel a short, quick twinge in my pussy. It's beautiful in an
ugly way. I'd never seen an uncut cock before in the flesh, and I
can't take my eyes off of it. As if in a trance, I see myself quietly
sliding the glass door open....feel the cool grass on the soles of my
feet....feel the cool night air caressing my slippery thighs....until
I'm suddenly kneeling at his side...my eyes glued to his magnificent
organ.
I glance at his face. Asleep soundly. His strong chest rises and
falls in a perfect rhythm. My breathing is shallow. I feel my
breasts growing a little heavier, my nipples beginning to sprout
beneath my damp shirt. I return my stare to his cock, and the petals
of my pussy wetly blossom. My mouth grows dry again as I drink in his
raw cock...so primitive looking....so animal-like.....unleasing
something in the depths of my mind...something as raw....as
primitive.....as animal.
I lean closer, inhaling the delicious musk of Mike's cock and
balls, and my head spins....intoxicated. The aroma makes my mouth
water, and suddenly I am swallowing hard. My nipples are now almost
painful. My heart threatens to burst through my chest...I am lightly
panting....oh god.....
I blow a long, cool breath through pursed lips over his manhood,
and delight in watching his balls slowly move in their fleshy
bag...causing his thick, veiny cock to roll towards me....the hood
surrounding the head. I think how cute...it wants to play...it's
flirting with me.....and adjust my lips to blow the next stream
directly at the tip of his handsome organ. His meaty cock responds
again, this time sleepily rising just enough to lift the fleshy knob
off of his thigh....fattening just a little....the hood pulling back
just a bit to reveal a hint of pink cockhead....and my greedy pussy
receives another delicious twinge.
I can't help myself. My hand reaches out, and one long-nailed
finger touches the shaft lightly at the base....just the nail....and
teasingly, ever-so-slowly, traces the thick ridge of muscle...all the
way up towards the covered knob. I watch with little-girl delight and
curiosity as his prickmeat twitches and thickens as if it is giggling
from my tickling nail....until just below his hood, when Mike suddenly
grunts in his sleep and rools over onto his stomach, hunching his hips
into the netting.
Part of me says my fun is over, go back to bed. But another part
of me has been taken over...and that part says I must see this lovely
organ in full bloom. I duck down on all fours to look under the
hammock, and I am greeted with the sight of a half-hard cock, neatly
captured through one hole of net, his balls straining through two
others. I shudder as a mini-orgasm passes through me, untouched,
making me pant a little harder, my mouth open and wet.
And then I am on my back underneath him, his raw, animal cock
inches from my lips. I'm dizzy. My tongue slides out of my mouth as
my neck strains upwards, and I whimper as I make teasing contact with
this delicious piece of meat....the tip of my tongue lightly flicking
at the fleshy opening of his foreskin....teasing....burrowing....
painting the bit of pink cockhead that's beginning to emerge from the
hood....
Mike is still silent above me, but my mind is shutting down to
concentrate only on the treat in front of my mouth. My tongue has
coaxed more of his glistening cockhead out now, a thin line of saliva
connecting us, and his stalk continues to slowly thicken and
lengthen...until I no longer have to raise my neck from the cool
grass. His raw knob is now swimming in a pool of saliva between my
teeth and cupped lips. I bathe it lovingly, letting my teeth wetly
slide back and forth across it. Soon he reaches his full length....a
thick, gorgeous hunk of cockmeat...firm and demanding...and my mouth
is forced open to accept a few inches of him. I clasp my lips so very
lightly around him, caressing rather than sucking, as my eager tongue
wrestles his juicy cockhead out of its hood. His knob is a salty
velvet balloon.
We are one now. Connected cock to mouth. I watch his balls move
and rise slightly as my lips close behind his cock-knob. My mouth
begins to milk it...so gently...almost chewing...nibbling. My head
moves gently side to side, like a lazy fish, hooked. I burrow my
tongue into his cockhole, tasting his salty precum, and my hands slide
down my hips and meet at my pussy....fingers of one splayed to hold me
open....two fingers of the other splayed on either side of my tortured
clit.
He is so hard now. No longer a playful organ....now a demanding
cock. I whimper softly as I work myself slowly to orgasm, nursing on
my mouthful of salty cockmeat, drawing us both to madness. I feel his
pounding heartbeat against my tight lips, hear his breathing becoming
more erratic. The mixed fear and excitement of Mike waking runs wild
through me, causing me to work my fingers and mouth harder and faster.
My pussy makes wet, juicy noises as it opens and closes around two
fingers, my clit being raped by the palm of my hand as I fuck myself.
The still night air is awash in my scent. It's coming...
building....my orgasm.... it's going to blind me. My eyes are clamped
shut as my hips hump my fingers, and by reflex and instinct my mouth
sucks hard on the bloated cockhead, my tongue pressing against
it....drawing.....sucking.....
Then that beautiful tremble....that primal, slight pause from a
cock that is ready.... it's pushing me over the edge....and I come
soooooo hard.....hips writhing...mouth slackening as long, thick
streams of hot salty cream fill my mouth. I turn my head, releasing
his meat....helpless inside my own orgasm..... and feel his strong
cock pressed into my cheek, pumping and retreating as his seed runs
down my neck, and out of my gasping mouth. I try to calm myself as my
orgasm gradually subsides...opening my eyes to see Mike's glorious
manhood slowly shrinking....his cockhead slipping back into his
slippery foreskin....still dripping come onto my soaked T-shirt as it
receeds.
All is soon quiet again. Mike seemed to sleep through it all. I
slip out from under him and take my T-shirt off, wiping up his spilled
seed from my neck, face, and shoulders. I slip back into the house,
throw my shirt into the laundry, and slip back into bed, hotter than
before....but so so satisfied.
"I don't understand why you asked me here Mr. Watkins. My husband handles the business. He spoke to you about the loan he needs. I don't see how I can help."
Rhonda Stone smiled at the bank loan officer as she sat down in his office. She and her husband had come to this small town four years before. Her husband, Don, started a small audio/video business that had been very successful. They were well liked in the community and had many friends. Jim Watkins, the loan officer was not one of them. He and his wife lived in the Stone's neighborhood and they saw them frequently. Jim Watkins was an older man in his early 50's. He was always making passes at the 27 year old Rhonda Stone. She was very good looking, blonde, large firm breasts, nice legs and a small waist. He was hot for her. Rhonda wanted nothing to do with him and told him so on several occasions. She thought about telling his wife or her husband but she didn't want to start any trouble.
Now she was sitting in his office. Rhonda was wearing a blouse and knee length skirt. She was very uncomfortable. Jim Watkins had called her that morning and said he had to get some more information for the loan. Her husband was out of town for the day. She had explained that to him, but he wanted her there.
"I asked you to come here this morning Rhonda because I want you to suck my cock." He said straight faced.
"Christ!!" Rhonda exclaimed as she got up to leave. "Fuck you! You son of a bitch! You're an asshole!!"
"Rhonda, if you leave now, and don't blow me, I'll deny your husband the loan he needs. He'll be out of business in a week. Now sit down." Watkins said calmly.
Rhonda glared at the older banker, then sat back down. "How can you do that!" Rhonda cried. "Don's never done anything to you. He's hard working and a credit to this town!"
"He, and you, are yuppie trash. You come to this town thinking your better than the local people. Well he wants some of my money and I want you. I think its a fair trade."
"I'll never do it! I'll tell your wife, I'll tell your boss! You're crazy if you think I'm going to suck your cock!!" She glared at him with hate in her eyes.
"Oh! You'll do a lot more then suck my cock. That's just to start with. Over the course of the loan, six months I believe, I'll have you wherever and whenever I want. If you refuse at anytime, I'll call the loan. As for telling my wife, she won't believe you. As you telling my boss. This loan is iffy. I think your husband will do O.K. with it, but its close. Prudent banking would deny the loan. My boss will understand that. Then I'll sue your little ass off for defamation of character. I'll own you! So Rhonda, you little cunt, get over here, stop talking and start sucking!" He laughed.
Rhonda was stunned. He had it all figured out. She wanted so much to get out of there, but she wanted her husband to get that loan. They needed the money. She sat there thinking and thinking. As her predicament sunk into her she whimpered. "If, I suck your cock now, you'll give Don the loan?"
"Yes, then as added interest for this risky loan, you'll put out for me whenever I want it. Now close and lock the door and get over here and suck me off!"
Rhonda sat there with shock in her eyes. Slowly, she realized she had no choice. She was going to do it. She was going to do this for the husband she loved. Reluctantly she got up, locked the door and turned to face him. He was smiling triumphantly. As she slowly walked towards him he said, "take your blouse off".
Rhonda grimaced. She despised him and what she was about to do. Her husband needed that loan. Slowly, she unbuttoned her blouse, glaring at the banker with unconcealed hatred. As the buttons became undone, she held her blouse closed, hoping against hope for some escape from the lecherous man before her.
"Quit stalling Rhonda, or I won't fuck you, I'll fuck your husband!" Watkins sneered. Resigned to the inevitable, Rhonda silently slipped her blouse from her shoulders. She stood before the banker in her sexy, lacy, skimpy white brassiere, her large firm breasts barely concealed by the flimsy garment. Her tits pushed against her brassiere, seeming to be trying to break free.
"Get over here!" He ordered. Her heart was beating rapidly as she approached Jim Watkins. When she came behind his desk, Watkins slid his chair back away from his desk. His pants were undone and his cock and balls were exposed. His cock was long, thick and rock hard. He smiled up at her with contempt.
"Get down on your knees in front of me and suck my prick. Suck it good and your husband gets his loan. Suck it bad and you're bankrupt."
Rhonda looked down at the hard prick. Watkins' pubic hair was as gray as the hair on his head. She sank to her knees before the half naked man. Watkins put a hand on one of Rhonda bra encased tits. She was shocked. Involuntarily, she backed away.
"NO no no!" Watkins laughed, "no titties, no loanie!" Almost crying, Rhonda moved backed to him. Watkins put his hand back on her breast. He squeezed it hard, feeling her nipple become erect. He slipped his hand inside of her brassiere, touching her bare tit flesh. First, his palm pressed against Rhonda enlarged nipple. Then, he tweaked it between his thumb and forefinger. He kneaded her soft tit flesh as the stunned young housewife kneeled before him obediently.
Watkins pushed her skimpy brassiere cup aside, exposing Rhonda's milky white soft breast. He squeezed and pinched her naked tit. Rhonda remained on her knees before him, half dressed and in shock as his hand worked on her breast. As he moved over to her other tit, pushing her bra cup aside, she started to cry. Watkins chuckled as he continued to feel her up. Then he said, "ahh poor little baby girl Rhonda. She needs a pacifier, something to suck on. Come here baby, suck on this!" He moved his hand to the back of her head and pushed it down towards his erect cock.
"Please no!" She pleaded as his cockhead touched her lips, "please don't make me do this!"
"Shut up kid and start sucking! Do it now or your husband's store is history!" The banker laughed.
Still crying, Rhonda reached up and took his cockshaft in her soft hand and began stroking it. Rhonda ran her fingers up and down his hard cockshaft. She thought if she stroked it enough, he'd cum before she had to suck him. She moved her hand to his balls and gently caressed them.
"Quit stalling and suck my cock!" Watkins commanded. Ashamed but knowing she had no choice, Rhonda moved her face to his cock- head. She was revolted and her heart was beating rapidly as her silky tongue tentatively emerged from between her soft lips. Then, ever so slowly, her tongue touched the underside of his cock. Rhonda tasted the old banker's prick. Unsure of herself, she licked cautiously at his hard shaft, then, her lips caressed his prick. She licked his cock from his cockhead to its root and back to his cockhead. Still sobbing, she opened her mouth wide, moved her lips to his cockhead and sucked the banker's cockmeat into her warm, watery mouth.
Rhonda's soft, perfectly painted red lips closed around the older man's long cock. She felt his prick begin to enlarge as her tongue moved along the shaft. Rhonda moved her head back and forth sucking as much of the growing shaft into her throat as possible. Her moist, watery mouth cover his cock shaft with hot saliva. His mushroom shaped cockhead grew larger and more resilient with each passing second. The rhythmic sucking and milking of her soft velvety mouth made Watkins' prick continue to enlarge. He was moving his hips back and forth as her cocksucking mouth aroused him further. Her eyes were opened and she saw his gray pubic hair inches from her cocksucking lips. Finally, his cock was fully erect. Rhonda had long since stopped crying.
"Oh yeah Rhonda," Watkins panted, "suck on that cock." Rhonda found his words strangely exciting.
When Rhonda started to blow him, Watkins had taken his hand from her breast. Now, as she continued to suck his cock, Watkins slid his hand onto her chest and explored her breasts. As she blew the banker, his fingers traced her tit flesh, his fingers were rubbing and kneading the proud erect nobs of her nipples. Then he palmed her nipple.
Rhonda sucked harder, driven by his hands on her flesh, pursing her lips tightly around his thick cock. He was groaning as she continued to stroke the base of his prick and suck on his cockhead. Then she took more of his prick into her soft wet mouth.
Rhonda returned her mouth to the huge dick before her. She licked and kissed the underside from the base of his cock to its head. When her lips returned to his cockhead, there were drops of pre-cum oozing out. She licked around his pisshole, scooping his pre-cum into her mouth with her tongue and swallowing it. She licked between his foreskin and his cockhead, then sucked his cockhead into her mouth once again.
The cocksucking act Rhonda was performing on the old man was affecting her. Although she tried to rationalize that this was not really sex, her nipples were hard and erect, her brassiere push aside exposing her naked tit flesh. She felt her pussy quivering and throbbing, discharging hot cunt juices into her panties. She was really getting into it, and now wanted desperately to please the older banker. She wanted to taste his cum.
Watkins was looking down on her, watching his cock slide in and out of the married woman's mouth. He watched her head bobbing back and forth as her lips held his cockshaft tightly and her tongue flicked madly at the sensitive underside of his prick. He knew she was getting into it, she was enjoying sucking him off.
Although she was an experienced cocksucker, she had trouble swallowing more than half of his large prick, and continually alternated between sucking near the head and kissing and licking further down from mid cock to the base where her hand was gently stroking and milking his shaft.
When her lips next neared the root, Watkins panted, "suck my balls!" Rhonda complied. Still jerking his cockshaft with her hand she moved her mouth over to his cum filled balls and licked at his scrotum sack. Then she sucked one of his balls into her mouth along with his gray curly pubic hair. His prick tasted of raw sex. Her tongue and lips worked to devour his one cum filled ball, then switched to the other.
When she thought she had sucked on his balls enough, Rhonda kissed and licked each one gently before returning her mouth to his cockhead. Watkins looked down at her and watched his cock sliding in and out of her mouth. As he felt up her tit, he was moaning and moving his hips, trying to push more of his cock into her mouth. He took his free hand and wrapped around her's, showing Rhonda how he wanted her to jerk him off into her mouth as she sucked him off. After she was doing it the way he wanted, he pulled his hand from her breast and put both his hands on her head and held it still and then moved his cock in and out of her throat, fucking her mouth. As his cock passed back and forth between her lips, her tongue licked and flicked at the underside of his prick. Her lips held his cock tightly. Rhonda felt his cock getting bigger and hotter. Her eyes looked up at her student as she sucked his cock. Watkins began fucking into her mouth faster and faster, faster and faster. On each stroke, he pushed more of his cockmeat down her throat then the previous time. Her moist tender lips grasped tighter and tighter around his glistening prick as her warm wet mouth took more and more of his huge shaft.
After a few minutes, Watkins had his entire 10-inch cock in Rhonda's mouth, her nose was buried in his pubic hair. He then held her head steady, and pistoned his entire cockshaft rapidly in and out of her mouth from his pisshole to the root. He fucked her accepting mouth for several minutes, driving his cock deep in her throat. Rhonda's hands were now holding his ass cheeks for dear life, her mouth filled completely with the thick, long mass of cockmeat. Her tongue licked and flicked along the underside of his cock as he reamed it in and out of her throat. Then, he grabbed her head by her long blonde hair and roughly moved her head back and forth along his prick as he continued to fuck into her cock hungary mouth. Rhonda's panties were soaked with her cunt juices which were flowing freely because of her cocksucking.
"Its time to eat my cum Rhonda!" Watkins panted as he felt his balls swell in anticipation of bursting forth with a heavy load of sticky white cum. Rhonda sucked harder. Watkins knew it was nearly beyond his control, that any second now it would be over. Only a few seconds more... just a Rhonda's lovely young lips tightly pursed around his aching cock, sucking voraciously, trying to milk his cum from him. His body straining to hold back the inevitable. A gasp broke from his parched throat.
"NOW Rhonda, NOW!!" He screamed. His hands grabbed her head and he shoved her hungrily sucking mouth down hard onto his manically jerking cock. Finally, his prick exploded in her mouth, filling it with his sperm. Watkins's cum filled balls spurted three or four large loads of their precious fluid in her mouth,
Rhonda continued sucking greedily as every drop emptied down her throat. She tried to lick every moist bit of his cum from the madly throbbing head of his cock. His hot gooey semen tasted like heaven to her. She tried to swallow it all, but some slipped from her lips. He then pushed her head back and shot several spurts of cum all over her face. Rhonda watched as his cock jerked about wildly, ejaculating his hot load on her face. His cum was in her eyes and on her nose. Large globs of cum dripped down her cheeks.
Watkins put his prick back in Rhonda's mouth. Her lips again tightly encircling his massive cockshaft. He continued moving her head back and forth as she continued nibbling on his cockhead, sucking clean every last drop of his life-giving sperm that she could until he was completely drained. He left his big cock inside of her mouth as it slowly softened.
"You're a pretty good cocksucker Rhonda." Watkins observed as he pulled his now soft cock from her mouth and put it back in his pants. Rhonda remained on her knees before him, no longer in heat and stunned by what she had just done. "Now, get up here and sit in my lap!" He laughed.
Not knowing why he wanted her too, Rhonda got up and obeyed.
Watkins reached over and picked up a stamp and gave it to her. He pointed to a spot on her husband's loan application. "Here!" He instructed. Rhonda stamped the page, `APPROVED'. "There, wasn't it worth it?" Watkins laughed. Rhonda, still revolted by what he made her do, just nodded, `yes'.
Watkins laughed again and took the stamp from her. He inked it up, then, holding each of her breasts, stamped them `APPROVED'. Rhonda was shocked, Watkins laughed some more.
"Now get dressed and get out of here. I'll call your husband tomorrow and tell him the good news. I think you should throw a party saturday night to celebrate. I'll fuck you then. Dress sexy, especially under your clothes. Understand?"
Rhonda nodded `yes'. In a daze, she slipped off his lap, repositioned her breasts in her brassiere, found her blouse and put it on. "May I fix my make-up?" She asked softly. Watkins nodded `yes'. He watched as she did.
When she got up to leave, Watkins asked, "what do you say?"
Incensed, but knowing she didn't have a choice, Rhonda answered "thank you."
Watkins laughed, "your very welcome!" And watched as the pretty young housewife who had just sucked him off for a loan, left his office.
Rhonda Stone's husband got the loan he needed. As Mr. Watkins, the banker had instructed her when she blew him in return for approving the loan, Rhonda Stone threw a party to celebrate that weekend. A lot of people showed up, crowding her home. Rhonda didn't see Watkins and hoped he wasn't going to come. She knew better. He had told her he was going to fuck her there. Rhonda knew she had to submit to him or he would pull the loan, bankrupting her husband.
An hour into the party, she saw him, standing with his wife talking to a prominent local businessman. Watkins eyed her, and beckoned her over. Rhonda obeyed.
"Hello Mrs. Stone!" He smiled. "Do you know my wife Anne and Mr. Jones?" Rhonda shook her head no and Watkins made the introductions. As the conversation petered out after several minutes, Watkins took her aside and said, "upstairs hallway in 5 minutes. NO BULLSHIT!!" Rhonda nodded `yes'.
She didn't want to do it, but was afraid of his power over her husband's business. She was upstairs when she was supposed to be. She waited several minutes before Watkins came up. "Where's the bathroom?" He asked. Rhonda pointed to it and he pushed her inside, locking the door. "My, you look pretty!" He laughed gazing at her young firm body in a low cut, short party dress, "dressed up for me?"
Rhonda hated him but nodded `yes'.
"GOOD! and your undies?" He asked lifting the front of the married woman's dress. She had on stockings, a garter belt and sheer string bikini panties. "Good, you do like your told!" He laughed. "Now take off your panties!"
"In here!!" Rhonda was shocked.
"Just do it!" Watkins commanded. Rhonda obeyed, lifting her dress and putting her hands under it to her waist, she pushed her panties down and stepped out of them. Her dress fell back down.
"Pick them up!" Rhonda bent over and retrieved her panties. Watkins took them from her. He put his hands on her waist, lifted her and sat her down on the sink. He sat down on the toilet. "I want to taste you!" Rhonda was shocked. She enjoyed being eaten, but by this hateful old man?
"Lift you dress!" She obeyed. Watkins turned to her, parted her long shapely legs and stared at her naked cunt. It was beautiful, covered with soft blonde hair, barely hiding the moist, pink line of her young cunt slit, perfectly framed by the lacy garter belt.
He took a deep breath of her cunt odor, savoring its smell. Then he extended his tongue and took his first taste of Rhonda Stone's luscious cunt. The flat of his tongue swept between her widespread cunt lips and brought an involuntary gasp from her throat. Almost against her will, her hand moved behind her head and she tilted herself down so she could watch directly. His mouth glued itself to her pussy lips and he sucked hard, letting his tongue curl deep into her moist cuntal passage and then twitch as her interior muscles closed around it. He worked it around then out, seeking the tip of her clit and teasing it, then nipping lightly, expertly with his teeth.
Watkins lapped like a crazed man at her clit. Rhonda moaned and squirmed in revulsion on the sink. He moved to her open cunt slit and took deep penetrating licks of her glistening cunt. He tongue fucked her hard and deep. He continued to lick and suck, driving the married woman wild with his thrusting tongue. He loved the way her silken thighs clenched around his face knowing she loved the way he sucked her cunt, even if she didn't. Her juices flowed freely from her pulsing cunt into his mouth.
"Nooo,, please,,, don't,,, please,,, stop...." She sobbed. But they both knew she didn't mean it. Even if she did, Watkins didn't care. She was flailing her hips wildly as he continued to slaver at her wet throbbing cuntal slit. The tormenting wet licking kept on and she heard the lewd "slurp-slurp-slurp" of his tongue licking against her most secret parts even above the wild pounding of her heart.
The billions of dollars taken from the public are then used to promote an agenda of lesbianism, atheism, socialism, and just about every other unhealthy "ism" you care to mention.
In a truly democratic society, such a ridiculous manipulation of the media would be seen as unacceptable, but somehow the BBC seems to escape much mainstream criticism of the way it is funded, or the blatant bias of its output.
Please bear in mind the left-wing slant of the BBC whenever you listen to it. It may be a good news source, but it sure as HELL is not impartial.
This is too cool.
:)) and Ogg is the way to do that because it can be used on all platforms. I'm surprised they've been testing Windows Media (they're actually testing that to a greater extent to Ogg) because that limits them so much. Real they use because it does video too, and was probably the best option when they originally setup their streaming services all those years ago.
The BBC, in their nature, are the most bias-free, impartial news reporting service in the world. The biggest alternatives, MSNBC are obviously going to edge more towards the side of MS related properties (whether or not they say otherwise) and CNN... well CNN is owned by the world's largest media-congolomerate - AOL Time Warner (a company much more scary and powerful than MS could ever hope to be). The BBC is owned by the people and is therefore advertisement free. It's fabulous.
Replacing their Real streams with Ogg is great for many reasons. It means I can get rid of the horrible, bloated application that is Real Player (now Real One) and use Winamp instead. It means on my Mac I can listen with the various OS X players (Real for OS X isn't available I believe) and it means that if I decided to move to a Linux desktop, I'd have it on there too.
In fact this is probably why the BBC want to move to. Not counting the fact that licensing Real costs them money, but part of the BBC mandate is to provide their services to as many people in the UK as possible (sorry to disappoint the folks across the world, but the BBC is a public service over here, so we come first
It'll be interesting to see if they find an alternative to Real for video too, I believe they want to start doing BBC News 24 (their 24 hour digital TV news service) streaming over the net as well...
From the point of view of the British TV license owner, for a little over £100 a year the BBC provide us with at least 2 TV channels (more if you have digital), an amazingly comprehensive online service, countless radio stations (at least 5, with others depending on your region) and all of it is completely and utterly advertising free. And, thanks to their promise (they make yearly promises to the British public of things they'll do) to reach out to as many people as possible, and make everything integrate as well as possible - all the radio is available online too. Programs on digital TV are interactive, most programs have a website, and they don't treat the Internet as some mystical magical place for geeks, but as another part of everyday life, just like the Radio and TV.
So three cheers for the BBC.
I'll shut up now.
SEVENTEEN (4:04)
(K. Winger/R. Beach/B. Hill)
I saw sparks fly
From the corner of my eye
And when I turned
It was love at first sight
I said please excuse me
I didn't catch your name
Oh it'd be a shame
Not to see you again
And just when I thought
She was comin' to my door
She whispered sweet
And brought me to the floor (she said)
I'm only seventeen
But I'll show you love like you've never seen
She's only seventeen
Daddy says she's too young
But she's old enough for me
Come to my place
We can talk it over
Oh everything going down in your head
She said take it easy
I need some time
Time to work it out
To make you mine
And just when I thought
She was comin' to my door
She whispered sweet
And brought me to the floor (she said)
I'm only seventeen
You ain't seen love
Ain't seen nothing like me
She's only seventeen
Seventeen
Such a bad girl
Loves to work me overtime
feels good (ha)
dancin' close to that borderline
She's a magic mountain
She's a leather glove
Oh she's my soul
It must be love
I'm only seventeen
But I'll show you love like you've never seen
She's only seventeen
Daddy say she's too young
But she's old enough for me
-Winger
London, Jan 3, 2002
In an unprecedented legal twist, the BBC's website has been taken offline, and will stay offline pending the outcome of a legal dispute.
Following the BBC's decision to trial the use of the inherently insecure Ogg Vorbis format, the Recording Industry Association of America, in a case heard by the San Franscisco District Court, won an injunction against the BBC, with the order that name service to all BBC internet domains be terminated, effectively making the BBC sites unreachable.
"This is our opportunity to wipe out all open source music distribution", said an RIAA spokesman who declined to be named. "We intend to use this case as a step towards banning all insecure digital music formats. The next step is getting Microsoft to change XP to make it impossible to play insecure media such as MP3, then to lobby for laws to ban ISPs from accepting connections from customers who aren't running content-secured operating systems. It'll take about 2 more years, but I'm confident we will prevail".
-- In the beginning was the WORD, and the WORD was UNSIGNED, and the main(){} was without form and void...
I used the plug in from the BBC site for winamp.
tried for 10 mins... not working.
looks like windows media will win
Did you get a copy of "Trolling for complete fuckwads" for Christmas?
I ask because I heard Trolaxor has lost his you see, and he'd very much like it back.
I suggest you give Project Mayhem a try - it's arguably the most quality-conscious audio forum on the internet, and you'll find alternatives to FLAC which I think your ears will be very happy with (i.e. MusePack -insane).
That aside, you are never going to see 'common' people trading FLAC or APE files between themselves, the benefit to the few simply doesn't outweigh the 6-fold increase in time and storage needs for the many.
Slashdot, Dec 25, 2001
In a fully precedented and wholely unsurprising post on Slashdot, heretic108 made the same blinkered mistake that many idiots repeat. In his post, he made the classic mistake of thinking that the BBC, the UK state owned broascaster, would give two fucks about a court decision made by the San Fransisco District Court.
When faced with this news, heretic108 immediatly looked confused, at first refusing to believe that anything could possibly exist outside of the United States of America. "No way man! Those places are made up for like, episodes of Jackass. The UK was invented by MTV!"
No one was available for comment from Slashdot at the time of going to press.
Until 20-30 years from now when they'll be claiming THEY invented the darn thing ....remember HYPERLINKS anyone ?!?!?
I know it is slightly off-topic but LAME 3.9x has been released. I don't remember seeing any announcements on slashdot. it has a new set '--alt-preset' settings, and default setting, '--alt-preset standard' which gives about 192Kbps on average is *quite* good. The fact is that mp3 still dominates, and hence the rationalle for improving LAME. If you don't mind the rate > 128Kbps, give new LAME a try.
Credibility is everything in the commerical acceptance game. You need to look it, act it, and *least* importantly have the goods to back it up. Examples come and go of tech that gets ditched even though its better.
Pick a new name for Ogg Vorbis. I would consider myself a geek but at a glance when I first read about it, I had NFI what was going on.
Something snazzy, something that implies audio. [and im not qualified to make suggestions]
And it's just at 0. Where are you, moderators?
An esoteric scratched itch:
Homeworld Map Maker Tool
I must say, the ogg stream sounds real good. It took me about 1,5 minutes to get it working (winamp plugin on winXP -- yeah yeah... shoot me -> this is my gaming rig ;-).
;-)
I'm a fan!
If xiph just got version 1.0 out soon... I could start working on my jukebox
# lynx -head -dump http://news.bbc.co.uk
HTTP/1.1 200 OK
Date: Wed, 26 Dec 2001 00:31:05 GMT
Server: Apache/1.3.14 (Unix)
# lynx -head -dump http://www.bbc.co.uk
HTTP/1.1 200 OK
Date: Wed, 26 Dec 2001 00:31:25 GMT
Server: Apache/1.3.14 (Unix)
Someone over there may be a big open source advocate.
"that's not encryption - it's a new perl script that I'm working on..." - from some Matrix parody
All partisanship aside, I think this is excellent, and I have been hoping that someone like BBC will do this for some time.
I've been listening to this for the past few hours, and the radio seems excellent. It's kind of rare to listen to English radio here in New Zealand.
Of course if I wanted to be partisan I could also add that I don't like the bloat that comes with Real, and I can't listen to Windows Media on my non-Windows system.
I do hope the BBC continues to offer this choice in the future.
a) I used to think the same thing (for a glimmer of a speck of the thin side of a scanty moment), but changed my mind before the gel could set.
... but at least part of this line of thought is valid, I think.]
b) words acquire meaning through use. When people ("most people") say "MP3," they sure as heck aren't thinking "Layer 3 of a certain spec from the Motion Picture Experts Group." They're thinking "emm pee thrie -- three great sounds that sound great together." Or even "empythree." Which is to say, it's just a few syllables serving as a name, not the abbreviation it really is at heart. "doubleya emm eff" has no more cognitive strength except to a small number of people who know (but don't need to know, exactly)what those letters / sounds stand for.
c) As (not when) Ogg catches on, it will be catchier, "stickier" and more fun than some marketing department-style contrivance. ("SoundChunk"? "Earbit"? "AudiAll"?). Apple is a funny name for computers, but it's not just a "so what?" -- it's actually a strength of Apple. [Weak point, I know: "Apple" has a clean, interesting sound, food associations, as well as previous associations like Apple Records, intriguing religious / artistic connections, too
d) Heh, "Ogg should change its name" and "No it shouldn't" have perhaps become one of the standard slashdot sub-plots for the ages, but I know I come down on the "Keep it, love it, revel in it" side.
Cheers,
timothy
jrnl: http://tinyurl.com/c2l8yr / foes: http://tinyurl.com/ckjno5
I've been watching news.bbc.co.uk for a couple of years now and I think it's safe to say the BBC is definately pro open source. I have read a number of articles dealing with Operating Systems and they have overwhelmingly leant towards promoting free software and in particular linux.
:)
Whether or not their web staff are linux orientated, their journalists are certainly well learned
I suppose in a way it makes sense - for anyone that is unaware the BBC is a state funded corporation. As a consequence their budget isn't exactly huge, so they would want to keep costs down. (Despite their low bugdet the BBC does provide excellent television and radio - far superior to the commercially funded channels available in the UK. And there are no advertisements! (commercials) )
BBC using ogg has nothing to do with open source, they are using it to reach a wider audience and because it is superior, because it suits them better, they dont care if it is open source or not.
If you ignore ACs because they are anonymous - you're an idiot.
With Ogg Vorbis we have a good, streamable mp3-type audio encoding that satisfies pretty much all sound needs... We've got nothing for video, however.
Most sites out there seem to offer all three of real, quicktime, and bill's media player, as there still isn't a clear winner in the area. Still ample opportunity for Ogg Tarkin or DivX2, but they need to be as good as or better then all three of the commercial alternatives, in cpu use, streaming, file size, etc. I have a feeling this is going to be much more of a challenge for video then it was for audio, and if an open source solution can't pull it off, eventually the winner of the video battle (probably microsoft) will win the audio battle for free.
tried again (RTFM)
;p
I had mad plug in installed... that made a conflict.
well anyway... nice sound quality - but I need my Mad plugin back
IP Multicasting is already availabe, and multicast-based services have worked reliably despite the load that was placed on general news content the few days following 2001-09-11, which is quite remarkable. (Well, IRC and Usenet kept working, too...)
Unfortunately, Joe Average does not demand multicasting support, so you have to look very closely in order to find an ISP which supports it. AFAIK, here in Germany, you can get multicast support almost everywhere, but of course at rates which are not affordable for personal use.
In theory, multicasting is very interesting for ISPs, too: you receive the traffic once and account it seperately for each customer. Unfortunately, multicasting requires quite an investment to get started, both in man hours and hardware (although most hardware nowadays supports multicasting, but maybe not in an optimal way).
BBC is streaming Ogg at 44kbps, and it seeoms to be working just fine.
...you ARE a dick.
Thanks for giving me a reason to never, ever use Ogg -- I don't care how "libre" it is (and normally, that WOULD appeal to me). If using Ogg puts wind into the sails of self-important sand-pounders like you, then allow me to steer clear.
Oh, and Merry Xmas!
Could someone try streaming from my ogg icecast and post what happens?
http://comp-u-geek.cjb.net/ogg/
Quicktime streaming server is free, open source and is available at http://www.opensource.apple.com/projects/streaming /
binary distros and of course the source are there for
Mac OS X
* FreeBSD 3.5
* Red Hat Linux 6.2
* Solaris 7
* Windows NT Server/Windows 2000 Server
-Ben
I thought that Ogg was suppost to put all the most important bits at the beginning of it's frames. Therefore you could stream out a 128kbps ogg and if someone is on dialup it will automatically scale to suit their connection speed.
I'm guessing this never made it to the format? Too bad cause that would have been great!
Yeah!
Speak of the devil, DivX 5.0 is out and uses ogg technology for video!
http://www.divx.com
Ew, ew, ew! This is horrible.
I don't dislike the BBC, but I dislike the practice of every TV owner in the UK being forced (you go to *prison* otherwise) to pay £100 (US $150) a year to go to a company you might even be interested in.
Why should I pay $150 a year just to own a TV if all I use the TV for is to watch DVDs and play Playstation? It's frightfully socialist, and the sooner they scrap the licence fee and allow the BBC to make its money in a decent capitalist way, the better.
(Note for American readers: Once upon a time you had to have a licence to even own a radio in the UK.. and, believe it or not, you had to have a licence to own a dog. The UK will tax you for anything and everything they can get away with.. and we don't even have a constitution to prevent it.)
mogorific carpentry experiments
Now that all of you have access to a great Radio 1 feed, perhaps I should fill you in on what you can listen to on this wonderful station.
The big problem is that it's Christmas, so they've taken off the regular good DJs (Chris Moyles, Sara Cox, Mark and Lard etc) and replaced them with really crappy ones (Vicky Marsden, Scott Mills, Jamie Theakston).
But.. today (Boxing Day), there's a good music show on at 10pm GMT (5pm EST).. it's John Peel (been a DJ for 40 years, somewhat of a British musical god) presenting 50 of the best voted songs.
And on regular weekdays, you get the regular wonderful lineup (this is from Thursday I'd guess):
7am GMT (2am EST) - Sara Cox.. northern lass, you Americans won't be able to understand her cute accent.
1pm GMT (8am EST)- Mark and Lard.. two weird northern comedians with crap sense of humor but funny none the less.
3pm GMT (10am EST)- Chris Moyles.. a radio comedy GOD! Plays the typical crap from the charts, but is a comic genius.. plenty of laughs on this show.
10pm GMT (5pm EST) Tues, Weds, Thurs only - John Peel.. a guy who plays everything that's either weird, independent or new.. like The White Stripes, The Strokes, and all sorts of crazy nonsense. Gotta love it.
DJs to avoid include the god-awful Scott "I wish I was Pat Sharp" Mills, and Jamie "I wish I didn't look like Pat Sharp" Theakston. Other than that, Radio 1 is a top station.
Radio 4, on the other hand, is a generally dull talk station run by the British elite to brainwash the British public to their socialist trains of thought.
Its awesome to be able to recieve Radio-1 With better quality, the stream running 64kbps on Ogg sounds noticibly better than the old streams i used to listen to.. .great to put on at a party in the background a radio 1 essential mix.... :)
only one question... How would one save the files after broadcast? (i.e. to save the essential mix broadcasts?)
Is not life a hundred times too short for us to bore ourselves? -Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche
The server software lacks the infrastructure to peel the files, but it's totally there in the codec.. Actually, thats how the bitrate limiting in RC3 works: By performing peeling in the encoder.. Later this should get moved into ice cast.
I accept the badge of "fucknut" with honor, sir. Because what's the correct response for out-of-control slashdot zealotry?
MORE ZEALOTRY! I cancel his use of Ogg out. That way, perhaps saner heads -- you know, people who use software as a tool, not as a way to relive the glory of high school student-level politics -- will prevail and make Ogg into something truly useful for everyone, not just the GNU/elite.
But, thanks for the compliment!
207.46.230.219
my electronic music geek friends and i have a site at dot9 and we are in the process of having all our music encoded to ogg. unfortunately we have to educate a lot of the people who d/l the songs about the format, but i guess we're doing our part to spread the knowledge of ogg vorbis and it's amazing low bitrate encoding.
digitallyimported.com had a Vorbis stream for awhile. It was up and down all the time because they were always messing with it. It was 80kbps, but sounded better than the 128kbps MP3 stream. They've taken it down citing too much work.
I've played with Icecast's Vorbis support, and frankly, it was kind of a pain in the ass to get working. Administering a whole bunch of servers with it would most likely be a big pain. mod_mp3 for apache supports Vorbis though, I've suggested that to DI, hopefully they will check it out.
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They seem to be running Apache on Solaris and Linux for news.bbc.co.uk.
They have a more up to date version of Apache for www.bbc.co.uk.
Have glance at the 212.58.224/24 netblock.
You mentioned FLAC and other lossless codec format.
My question is - WHERE to find them?
Thanks in advance !
Muchas Gracias, Señor Edward Snowden !
So who cares
How long before Apple speaks up and says they already have a patent on this technology?
Maybe, but they covered all those unhealty-isms in blackadder so well that it is well worth the money. The rest of the world has to make do with the DVD compilation.
(a british citizen who doesnt pay the tv tax on account of being abroad)
The BBC streaming Ogg Vorbis is good as it can reach the widest audience and is inexpensive.
That is the gist of the letter I am writing to the CBC. Be a good idea for others to write to their public broadcasters and tell them this. Also remind them they are at least partly supported by us, the taxpayers (even if only thru nonprofit status)and we want value.
Merry Xmas
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Inverted_totalitarianism
Slightly offtopic, but I noticed that Serious Sam Second Encounter uses Ogg Vorbis - I found that cool. I hope more game developers start using Ogg. Way to go Croteam! Ranjit.
rmathew.com
that this is a great move also for privacy concerns. Real and
Microsoft players are both well known spyware.
Good point. I mean, so Java is not bundled with Windows. So Ogg is not bundled with Windows. Heck, *RealPlayer* and *QuickTime* are not bundled with Windows. So does that stop people from installing QuickTime or RealPlayer or the JRE? Hey, with WinME, XP etc, Windows Media Player has been a very prominent addition. But people still get Winamp, Sonique etc. They still install Quicktime on their PCs.
Point is, users != sheep. Given a reasonably easy install procedure, they can indeed download and install a plugin. Heck, on windows, installing binary code off the web is a piece of cake (one reason malwares love windows
PS. Even now, Winamp 2.78 "Lite" clocks in at 502 kB. Those guys at Nullsoft sure have a good thing going in terms of Winamp2x.
One of the promising features of Real streams is multicast, which, should multicast routing capabilities be widely employed, can offload the Internet a great deal.
Does any streaming specification exist which makes use of multicast for Ogg or MP3 streams?
My exception safety is -fno-exceptions.
Back then when i was young and innocent i downloaded all my music in real audio snippets.
Then i moved to Linux and installed the latest Linux Realplayer.
One day it poped up something about "out of date" but i didnt find anything new for Linux on the real site. The once working player refused to function..
it seems mp3 draws the line between free formats and controlled ones...
Firstly, the BBC is not a business. Its a non profit (well, actually, its 2 companies, one of which is non profit, one of which is for profit. I wonder which pays for internet streaming...?)
Secondly, I doubt they offer technical support on their current Real streams anyway. They're a traditional to air broadcaster, ultimately they don't get any revenue off of Internet streaming anyway. I'm not even clear *why* they do it at all (but I'm damn glad they do).
Thirdly, I seem to recall having to install real player...
Fourthly, this is Mac OS where I'm sitting, so I'm not exactly getting Windows Media player installed out of the box either.
Oh, I see your point, but you overstate the case.
Lord Pixel - The cat who walks through walls
A little bigger on the inside than out
I post garbage and nonsense every now and then but this is simply unacceptable. Malda, if you're reading this, do yourself a favor and delete this child porn from slashdot.
It all depends on the perceived benefit by the people. For now, I don't think the motivation for Ogg Vorbis is enough, but if the patent infringement crackdowns get big, users could switch to something else.
It's possible at least.
wow, so many good issues brought up.
1. thanks for the support.
spiffy. it's nice to know that others will rush to my defense when there's a dumbass afoot. and certainly when a response isn't dignified.
2. sometimes, i'm a dumbass too.
simulcast n : a broadcast that is carried simultaneously by radio and television (or by FM and AM radio)
more specifically, multiple Tx's. ie. GPS satellites.(differnt id's yes, but differnt delays from the same master timecode.
multicast: communication between a single sender and multiple receivers on a network
a la IPv6
unicast: communication between a single sender and a single receiver over a network
a la IPv4 p2p
so, in a lapse of concentration while passing back into normal space (what you know as 3D reality), i had a slip of the tounge. i meant multicast, a la IPv6. i'm a dumbass.
nice to know that most of you, that took the time to read what i said, understood what i meant.
3. my view of codecs.
is ogg wonderful? why not. is ogg great because it's free & open? sure. rah rah rah. will ogg rock my world? probably not. here's why. after ogg there will be something else. something better. it's evolution baby (PJ rocks!). just like divx/mpeg4 is all the rage for videos today. yesterday it was mpeg2. tomorrow it will be mpeg5.
4. now some clarification and insight on what needs to be done.
i picture the different OSI layers like spinning plates (radiohead reference - these musicans know more than they lead on!). the top of the stack of plates is spinning fastest. (layer7: apps, codecs, etc.) the bottom plate is spinning the slowest. (layer1: physical electrical/light impulses). IPv6 kinda covers Network, Transport, & Session layers (3-5). but it influences everything.
on the top end, we have the apps. all they need is a few changes in code. easy as pie.
in the middle, we have IPv6. and on towards the bottom we have the phsycal equipment and fiber optic lines. problem is, so much of these lower layers are intermixed. what i mean is, you might think your special because your router is software upgradable to IPv6. but really, to do multicasting right, the whole network topology will need some shuffling. and because those "plates" spin slower and slower towards the bottom... it takes a long time. (kind of ironic that progress along each layer costs about the same)
and hence, my origional posting about my impatience for all this to happen.
as usual, google know's all about the mBone.
cheers.
thanks for the support.
follow-up is here
thanks for the support.
;)
follow-up is here
love the stories. and the cool satellite-radio wrist watch. that stuff is exciting. with people like you and i we can make this stuff happen! i'm sure your measure of happiness will be far greater tho.
I went for a job at BBC R&D last year, who live in Kingswood Warren, a country house in the midst of the Surrey bantustans. The work they do there is amazing, a great opportunity for playing with new toys in the net broadcasting field, as well as hosting the encoders and root broadcast servers for the network (the web servers and the Real network have mirrors on the east and west coast of the States and at Telehouse in London's Docklands among other places). But for travelling (from the East End to the stockbroker belt, and that it was more of a support job than a sysadmin job, it would have been great.
Their job, among other things, is to get the best value for money possible and the best reach possible. Real are now charging stupid sums for their licensing. RealOne appears to have broken Tara's Real plugin for WinAmp, and the player is appallingly intrusive. Ogg Vorbis is free, everyone with Windows has Media Player, it seems logical. I'll be voting yes if I can listen to Danny Baker on BBC London without Real.
Thanks for your comments so far - interesting reading! Plenty of conspiracy theories, some close, some way out ;-)
One of the main reasons we're currently looking at Ogg is that BBC is interested in investigating other solutions than Real (since we started using it 5 years ago, it has been the most widely supported cross platform solution), and rather than get tied into another proprietry solution, we're instead looking for an "open standard" solution, which theoretically could be played in any player. We've looked at MPEG4 and other such solutions, but Ogg has come the closest so far to meeting our requirements.
Yes, we're also looking at solutions like WMP, but the biggest downside with going for another proprietry solution is that it doesn't really extend our audience (almost everyone who can play WMP can also play Real), and to remain impartial, if we support Real and WMP, why not Quicktime as well. Why not all the other streaming formats (particularly the java-player ones which have become popular again). For each extra format, we have to add another set of encoders, and another set of servers (and whne you consider we've got over 50 encoding chains at the moment...)
Anyway, I can't promise anything for the future. Maybe Ogg will work for us, maybe not. We've had a lot of positive feedback, which is nice - keep sending it in! The key thing is that it *has* to be easy to use for the end user. We're not talking about techies here, we're talking about all those families who got a PC for Christmas. If we can serve a streaming format which people can play on whatever computer they've got, under whatever OS they run, on whatever connection they've got to the Internet, and it sounds as good as any other solutions, then we've found our ideal solution!
Simon Lockhart - Internet Engineering Manager, BBC Internet Services
This is just awesome for two reasons: the BBC online sounds great now. I've been listening to the Real stream for a long while now, and the OGG stream sounds much better. The second reason why this is awesome is because it's a big shot in the arm for OGG. This might be the core of the big snowballing effect that puts OGG on everybody's computer. After that, deciding about what format you stream in should be a no brainer: OGG is free and sounds great and isn't dominated by some nasty US corporate types.
It varies a bit actually between 42 and 54 kbps at a sampling freq of 44 khz.
Hi,
;-) again.
how can one save a scheduled programm to disk, say John Peel?
Real tries to make this nearly impossible. Is this easier with Vorbis?
I would really like to listen to the Mighty Mighty Peel
Bye egghat.
-- "As a human being I claim the right to be widely inconsistent", John Peel
Why use the IE operating system when you can just use a browser? IE is McRosoft's .NET portal, and as such must include all its' usual bloat (hidden flight sims, heehee aren't we clever who gives a fuck if it takes the binary over the 3 exabyte mark)
Sometimes I have to d/l summat from the office box (lose98se). All I can say is that I'm glad to get home to Opera Lin5x or Konqueror. How people put up with such a flaky whale of an inflexible handles-like-a-tanker watch-it-blow-up-in-your-face rushed-out amateur code-rot as the front end for their "O"S beats me. Still, not my problem.
Lucius Sour