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AFRICA: WAKE UP!

I have been seeing posts lately all over the social media about “ten (10) years challenge from the past”. And many people have been so busy uploading pictures from the past. Why? Now, let me ask you a question, where will you be in the next 10, 20 and 50 years?
• If you are to see the new, you are to break away from the old. If you hold on to the old, it will split your destiny.
• • If you can touch the body of man, you can have easier access to his spirit and soul.
We Africans keep thinking of the past and don’t think of the future. We keeping shouting “I receive” Religion will never serve as a substitute for hard work and progress in our continent. We are lazy mentally, we have what I call “poverty of the mind” We love luxuries and don’t want to invest. What is wrong with us? Africa is one of the most religious continent in the world today, yet the poorest continent in the world why?


It has been forecasted that by 2050 (31 years from now) some of the Commonwealth African member states will be at the top of the list of countries with the highest poverty, if action is not taken. This is 2019, what are we doing about it? What are our leaders doing about this report?


The GOALKEEPERS report says Extreme poverty is becoming heavily concentrated in Sub Saharan African countries. By 2050, that’s where 86 percent of the extremely poor people in the world are projected to live. Therefore, the world’s priority for the next three decades should be a third wave of poverty reduction in Africa. Europe underdeveloped Africa and we are still underdeveloped. Why?

VITAL QUESTIONS

i. How do we avoid this catastrophe?
ii. What do we do now?
iii. Why should we do this now?
iv. When do we do this?
v. With whom do we do this?
vi. Who will do this?



It starts NOW! It starts today. We need to think differently. If we don't learn from History, we will repeat history. There is this wise saying “…children are the leaders of tomorrow” Now, tell me how many presidents are in Africa are less than 40 years of age? We keep repeating the same cycle of leaders and keep expecting miracles to occur. How can we be recycling same old leaders and expect transformation? FOOLISHNESS IS A DISEASE.

There are two kinds of pain:
I. Pain of Discipline
II. Pain of Regret


We keep doing the same thing, and we expect different results. It does not work that way. Lee Kuan Yu was able to transform Malaysia from third world to first world. We can replicate that in Nigeria, by learning how he did it and also do it. A wise man defined tradition as “collective habits”
Former President, Chief Olusegun Obasanjo in a speech at Christ Embassy on the ‘Foundation for building a better Africa’ on the 31st of December, 2018.
He highlighted five (5) P’s which he called ‘Pillars of growth’
i. Politics
ii. Population
iii. Protection
iv. Prosperity
v. Partnership


Share this! Let's create a wave of creativity.


Africa will not be and remain a third world continent under my watch.


ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!


Join me, as we transform Africa.
It begins with YOU AND ME!

I am a Nigerian. I am from Africa. I am Human. Black is Beautiful. The world will see this beauty.

HOPE IS NOT LOST!
WE CAN AND WE WILL TRANSFORM AFRICA.

Do not sell your future today for stipends, by selling your votes to those who will impoverish you and enrich their pockets. Be wise!

Kindly, drop your suggestions and thoughts on how to make Africa the giant it is supposed to be.

Thank You.

Jireh Isaac Mark
Mail me: jirehdsir@gmail.com

DAILY LOVE FOOD DEVOTIONAL
TOPIC: WHAT DO YOU SAY ABOUT GOD?

Jireh Isaac Mark - 17th, January 2019.

“We know only a portion of the truth, and what we say about God is always incomplete”
1 Corinthians 13:9 (MSG)


My Dad Pst. Isaac Mark while teaching yesterday in Church said something “You can know something and not understand it”. The two most difficult things to get straight in life are love and God. If we want to deal with God the right way, we have to learn to love the right way.

“Anyone who claims to live in God’s light and hates a brother or sister is still in the dark”.
1 John 2:9 (MSG)

WHO IS GOD?
“The person who refuses to love doesn’t know the first thing about God, because God is love – So you can’t know Him if you don’t love?” (Do you truly know God if you act in hatred?)
1 John 4:8 (MSG paraphrased)
GOD = LOVE! LOVE = GOD.
Satan = HATE! HATE = Satan.

VITAL QUESTION(S)
- Who do you Love?

I don’t care if people are saved and filled with the Holy Spirit. If they don’t get into the Word and let the love of God dominate them, they will walk in the natural.

Some say “that a mother’s love is like the love of God. There may be similarities, but it is still natural love.
IF WE WILL JUST FOLLOW THE BIBLE, IT WOULD SOLVE ALL OF OUR PROBLEMS!

Natural love is selfish, but divine love is unselfish. Human love is concerned about ‘self’, always thinking “What’s in it for me?”
Kenneth E. Hagin of blessed memory said something that pricked me he said “I have followed a policy of approximately 60 years of believing the best of everyone. I don’t believe anything bad about anyone.” WOW!

These words pierced me. I believe we can also arrive at level, if we dig deep into God’s Word.

You can’t say you don’t have love, because if you say you don’t, you’re saying you haven’t been born again. That’s what we need; we need a revival of love. We need a baptism of love. We need to pray about it. Love never fails! God never fails!

PRAY WITH ME
Dear Heavenly Father, Your Word says, “... him that cometh to me I will in no wise cast out” (John 6:37), so I know You won’t cast me out, but You take me in and I thank You for it.

You said in Your Word, “Whosoever shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved” (Rom. 10:13).

I am calling on Your Name, so I know You have saved me now. You also said “... if thou shalt confess with thy mouth the Lord Jesus, and shalt believe in thine heart that God hath raised him from the dead, thou shalt be saved. For with the heart man believeth unto righteousness; and with the mouth confession is made unto salvation” (Rom. 10:9-10).

I believe in my heart Jesus Christ is the Son of God. I believe that He was raised from the dead for my justification, and I confess Him now as my Lord.

Because Your Word says, “... with the heart man believeth unto righteousness ...” and I do believe with my heart, I have now become the righteousness of God in Christ (2 Cor. 5:21)... And I am saved!

Thank You, Lord!
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CONGRATULATIONS!
Mail me: Jirehdsir@gmail.com

GOD LOVES YOU

JESUS LOVES YOU

I LOVE YOU

Have a love filled Thursday.

PLEASE STUDY THESE SCRIPTURES:
1 Corinthians 13, John 13:34, Romans 5:8

Daily Love Food Devotional

Topic: What Are You Doing With Your Life?

16/1/2019

Jireh Isaac Mark

If you don't know what you're doing, pray to the father. He loves to help. You'll get his help, and won't be condescended (denied wisdom due to your level whatever it may be) to when you ask for it.
James 1:5 (MSG) Emphasis added

Yesterday, we talked about the power of words, and how it either pollutes or promotes you. Today, I want to ask you a very vital question, What are you doing with your life?

Most people will say; "to be a very successful and wealthy person, is the reason for existence".
Does money solve the quest for search of meaning? If you have, say $500 billion in your account now, will you feel complete?

If you don't know the purpose of your existence, here on earth. Sorry to say, you are of no value to humanity, because you only sleep, eat, walk, and talk 24/7 waiting for the day you die. How is it that a productive life? You will never know the purpose of your existence, if you don't ask your creator.

God created you, had a plan, has a plan for you even before you came into existence.

Myles Munroe said "when the purpose of a thing is not known, abuse is inevitable" . You can't devote yourself to God and money-making at the same time. When you make money, you regard yourself as successful, and others as failures who haven't made it.

Snobbery ( the behavior or attitude of people who think they are better than other people) goes with wealth.

Vital Question(s)
* What am I doing on earth?
* Why am I existing?
* If I have just 24 hours to write an essay on 'what, why, how' I have lived on earth, then die, the next hour, what will I write?

(Please get a pen and a book and write down your answers)

Pray with Me:
Dear Lord, on my own I cannot define it give meaning to my life because I did not create myself. Please tell me your reason for creating me. Holy Spirit speak to me, guide me and direct me. I don't want to remain useless to humanity. Please, help me. In Jesus Name, Amen

Good morning
Being wealthy gives false security. Godliness is life lived in reference to God.

Money wreaks havoc with godliness, because when you have plenty of money, you make plans without reference to God. The neglect of God and the neglect of the poor tend to accompany Money-making.

Have a superb purpose driven Wednesday.
Jesus loves you
God loves you
I love you.

Please Study these:
James 1.
Purpose driven life by RICK WARREN ( I'll send the e-copy shortly).

Mail me: jirehdsir@gmail.com

DAILY LOVE FOOD DEVOTIONAL
TOPIC: WHAT POLLUTES YOUR LIFE?

‘It’s not what you swallow that pollutes your life, but what you vomit up’ Matthew 15:11 (MSG)

JIREH ISAAC MARK
15TH January, 2019

The tongue is the hardest part of your body to control. If you can control it, you are perfect.

We tend to underestimate the power of words. That is why many of us are face with so many difficulties in life today. The inability to control our mouth, keeps us as hostages to the tongue ‘prison warder’.

You are entirely sanctified when you always say the right thing, when you keep silent when you should, and speak up when you should.

‘Let me tell you something: Every one of these careless words is going to come back to haunt you’
Matthew 12:36 (MSG)

Jesus said we will be judged for ‘EVERY CARELESS WORD’, because it is the careless words, spoken when you are tired or busy, that reveal your real heart, not your careful speech, when you are thinking about what to say.

Wisdom is far more available than we realize. That is why you need the help of the Holy Spirit, to mold and shape your character into the image of Jesus Christ. Without Jesus, you will never be able to tame your tongue, let alone your entire life.

VITAL QUESTION(S)
• What do you say daily?
• Are your words in line with the character of Jesus?
• How can you change your words?
• Do you speak carelessly?

PRAY WITH ME
Lord Jesus, I admit without you in my heart, my life is in chaos. Please, help me, transform me completely. I need you in my life. I want to be like you, talk like you, act like you and think like you. Help me Holy Spirit of God. In Jesus Name AMEN!

Good morning!

Today, before you say any word, ask yourself this question ‘If I were Jesus, will I speak like this?’

Have a wonderful Tuesday
Jesus loves YOU
I love YOU
God bless YOU.

Please Study These Verses
James 2:24, 3:2, 5, 6, 8, 13.

Why must we go through pain?

Despair seems to be unending
Troubles keep coming
Is there any gain to it?
You sit and ask all these questions

I want you to know this today;
We serve a mighty God
One who can calm every storm
Who brings comfort in out time of trouble
HE IS NEVER LATE!

In your time of HOPELESSNESS, HE IS YOUR HOPE
In your time of SORROW, HE IS YOUR PEACE
In your time of SICKNESS, HE IS YOUR STRENGTH
In your time of AGONY, HE IS YOUR COMFORT
In your time of SADNESS, HE IS YOUR LAUGHTER
In your time of MOURNING, HE BRINGS JOY
In your time of HELPLESSNESS, HE BRINGS YOU HELP

God is always there;
You may feel you are all alone, NO!
I will be with you ALWAYS
That is what His Word says
Hang on, hold on
He is here today just for you.

My dear,
When a baby is learning how to walk, if the baby falls down say ten times while attempting to walk. Will you tell the baby to just stay on the ground and keep crawling? you have fallen down enough, just give up on ever walking with your legs, will you? No matter the number of times the baby falls, you encourage the baby with the hope that the baby will someday walk without assistance. Yet, when the baby grows and begins to walk excitedly, it becomes a lifetime job trying to keep up with the speed and energy of the baby.

We are like babies before God, no matter what we face in life, no matter the pain, agony and sorrow we may feel deep inside our hearts, He sees all and know exactly how we feel. Because, He created us. And He always has a plan for us, He said His plans for us are of good and not of evil. Jeremiah 29:11. God has a plan for our lives, but God will not come down to plan our lives for us. The number reason why we tend to be faced with a lot of challenges in life is, when we try to do things our own way and in our own terms neglecting God either by ignorance or willingly.

Trying to define our lives by ourselves makes us feel even empty. And we are forced to ask 'What is the meaning of life?' 'why am I here?'
Let me ask you one question. Why are you here on earth? (what is your purpose of existence?)

Taniaa dear, God is always there. Even though we feel He is distant. Having hope is a sign that you know He exists.

Remind Yourself What God Thinks of You
By Rick Warren —

“The mountains and hills may crumble, but my love for you will never end” (Isaiah 54:10 GNT).

If you don’t feel loved by God, you’re certainly not going to offer love to anybody else. It is impossible to be loving unless you understand and remember the way God loves you.

You need to remind yourself every day what God thinks about you—not what the world thinks or what you think about yourself. Remembering God’s love is what removes your fears.

Let me share four things God thinks about you that will help you remember why and how to love.

You’re completely accepted.
We spend much of our lives trying to earn acceptance from our parents, peers, those we respect, those we envy, and even total strangers. But you need to realize God has already settled this issue of acceptance: “Jesus . . . made us acceptable to God” (Titus 3:7 CEV). What Jesus did on the cross made you completely acceptable to God—no matter what you’ve done or will do.

You’re unconditionally loved.
God doesn’t say, “I love you if . . .” or “ I love you because . . .” He says, “I love you—period!” You can’t make God stop loving you, because his love is not based on what you do but on who he is. Isaiah 54:10 says, “The mountains and hills may crumble, but my love for you will never end” (GNT).

You’re totally forgiven.
Because Jesus died on the cross and gave his life as a payment for your sins, you are totally forgiven when you accept the gift of forgiveness from God. Romans 8:1 says, “There is no condemnation for those who belong to Christ Jesus” (NLT). God doesn’t rehearse your sins. He releases them.

You’re considered extremely valuable.
There are two things that create value: who the owner is and what somebody’s willing to pay for it.
You are a child of God and “have been bought and paid for by Christ” (1 Corinthians 7:23 TLB). Jesus Christ paid for you with his life. That’s how valuable you are.
When you remember that you are accepted, loved, forgiven, and valuable to the Creator of the universe, you will be better equipped to show that love to others and build deeper relationships

Talk About It
• How does the way God thinks of you change the way you think about yourself?
• What keeps you from completely loving, accepting, and forgiving the people with whom you have a relationship?
• How do you show others that they are valuable to you?

#JustThinking

God is Always There
We often feel as though
God is far away
And we often feel that He
Is distant when we pray
So often we feel lonely,

Not knowing where to turn
Just a touch from God above,
Our longing spirits yearn
So many times in our lives,
God seems slow to act
We cry out in desperation,

But it's faith we often lack
For God is not being slow
In coming to our aid
He comes through in His time,
We just need to learn to wait
The Lord is never distant,

He is there by our side
And continues to walk with us
Through the storms in our lives
He always hears our hearts cry
And answers all our prayers,
He won't leave us all alone,
For God is always there.

To Live Free of Fear, Surrender to God

By: Rick Warren






“Surrender your heart to God, turn to him in prayer, and give up your sins—even those you do in secret. Then you won’t be ashamed; you will be confident and fearless. Your troubles will go away like water beneath a bridge, and your darkest night will be brighter than noon. You will rest safe and secure, filled with hope and emptied of worry” (Job 11:13-18 CEV).

The Bible says in 1 John 4:18, “Where God’s love is, there is no fear, because God’s perfect love drives out fear” (NCV).
How do you learn to live in God’s love so that you can live free of fear?
Every day, you have to surrender your heart to God.
When you wake up each morning, before your feet hit the floor, you have to say, “God, before I even start this day, I surrender my emotions to you. I want you to be Lord of my feelings. I want you to control my mind and my emotions. I surrender my heart to you. I want you to fill me with your love.”

Job 11:13-18 says, “Surrender your heart to God, turn to him in prayer, and give up your sins—even those you do in secret. Then you won’t be ashamed; you will be confident and fearless. Your troubles will go away like water beneath a bridge, and your darkest night will be brighter than noon. You will rest safe and secure, filled with hope and emptied of worry” (CEV).
We find three commands and eight promises in that verse. God says if you do this, then he’ll do that. Every promise has a premise.

First, he gives you the commands: Surrender your heart to God every day. Turn to him in prayer. And give up your sins, or confess your sins to God.
Then notice the eight benefits: You won’t be ashamed, you’ll be confident, you’ll be fearless, your troubles will be like water under the bridge, the dark night you’re going through is going to be brighter than noon, you’ll be able to sleep well because you are safe and secure, you will be filled with hope, and you’ll be emptied of worry.

Wow! Who wouldn’t want to experience those benefits? You ought to write that Scripture on an index card and put it somewhere you’ll see it throughout the week. Let it remind you to do those three things—surrender your heart to God, turn to him in prayer, and confess your sins—so that God’s love will fill your life and cast out all your anxiety and fear.

Let's Talk About It
• How does pride keep you from surrendering a certain part of your life to God?
• What fears do you need God’s love to cast out?
• Why do you think God wants you to do something before he fulfills his promise?

DAILY LOVE FOOD DEVOTIONAL
14/1/2019

TOPIC: DO YOU LOVE GOD?

‘Whoever does not love does not know God, because God is love’ 1 John 4:8 (NIV)

Loving God does not mean saying the words “I LOVE YOU” alone. Loving God is a very plain message and yet very misunderstood. Love is the nature of God and if we do not have the nature of God in us, what then are we? It does not add any other word to the message, conditions or creed. Loving God includes all. If you have hatred towards the next person, you have substituted the love of God from your heart.
Today, many are active church members, church goers and vibrant church workers but do not have a personal love for God. We say that we love God, do we truly love God? If we love Him should we not utterly devote ourselves to that which is important to Him? If you love Him, you will want to please Him, you will want to fully trust Him.

God = LOVE and the devil = HATE
So, where do you belong?

“… Do you not know that being the world’s friend is being God’s enemy? So whoever chooses to be a friend of the world takes his stand as an enemy of God? James 4:4b (AMP)

How can you say that you love God and hate the next person? Hatred does not come from God.
Do you love God?

Do you love the world?
Are you a friend of God?
Are you a friend of the world?

A true Christian serves God because he loves Him, not because of any obligation. God doesn’t force us or compels us to love Him. You either love God or love the devil. Where is your heart?

Pray with me
Dear Lord, I ask that you help me to truly love you. Not just by utterances, but with my heart in Jesus Name Amen

God bless you
Have a love filled Monday.

STUDY
Ephesians 4:15, Jude 1:2, Romans 13:10, 1 John 4:10

*Daily Love Food Devotional*

*13/1/2019*

*Topic : Abstain From Evil*

*Abstain from every form of evil.*
*1 Thessalonians 5:22 (NAS)*

*Jireh Isaac Mark*

*An important part of repentance involves putting the past right.*

As a Christian, learn to let the new man on the inside of you dominate your outward man. We will always have the flesh to contend with in this world. The devil works through the flesh. It is our obedience and submission to the Holy Spirit that makes us to demonstrate the fruits of the Spirit.
It is the Spirit of God that helps us to put our flesh under subjection.


Just because you are born again doesn't meant that your flesh becomes born again. You still remain the same person, with the spirit of God on the inside of you. If you don't train your spirit man, the flesh will control you. Because we face trials and temptations in the flesh.

Our behavior towards others is to based on how God has treated us. So we are to accept as we are accepted, forgive as we are forgiven, show mercy as we have received mercy, love as we are loved. If we don't do this, it means we have not really understood God's Word.


Are you abstaining from evil? �
Or pretending to be abstaining from evil? �

Rick Joyner said
*"the true nature of our spiritual lives is revealed in the way we behave when no one is looking and when we know no one is looking"*


Ask the Holy Spirit today to help mold your character into the image of Christ. Depending on your own ability will never help you to abstain from evil.

Pray with ME ��
Dear Lord, please help me. Remove every impurity in my life. Teach me to always yield to your guidance in my daily walk with you. I admit I can't make it on my own. In Jesus Name Amen.

Good Morning
God bless you richly.
Yeah! It's Sunday!
Happy Sunday.
❣


Study
Galatians 5:22-23; 2 Corinthians 5:17 ;
1 Corinthians 9:27

Daily Love Food Devotional

12/1/2019

Topic: Don't Be Gullible
But examine everything carefully; hold fast to that which is good - 1 Thessalonians 5:21 (NAS)

Jireh Isaac Mark

Yesterday, we talked briefly about prophecies. It is those who are gullible to believe anything and everything they hear who usually end up as victims to crafty people who aim to distort the truth of God's Word. Ignorance is very terrible. Spiritual ignorance is very deadly.
Some Christians don't think nearly enough; others are prone to think the wrong way.

We cannot feel like Christians or act like Christians if we don't think like Christians. The heart cannot embrace that which the mind does not recognize as good, true and beautiful. How can you know what is right if you don't study the Word of God? The cure to spiritual ignorance is study and meditation of God's Word. Books inform, only God's Word can transform.

Pa Oral Roberts of blessed memory said before he went to be with the Lord that he has read the New Testament more than 150 times! WOW! have you ever read the Bible from cover to cover? Until you grow in the knowledge of God's Word, your knowledge of God will remain limited. Nobody will study God's Word for you, you are to study God's Word for yourself.

People tend to think studying the Word of God is for ministers of God only. They tend to forget that a Christian is already in full-time service for the Lord.
Don't remain a baby Christian this year. Make that decision today to study God's word daily. I pray that the eyes of your understanding be enlightened as you study God's Word in Jesus Name Amen.

Pray with ME
Dear Lord, give me grace to study and meditate upon your Word consistently and persistently. In the Name of Jesus Christ Amen.

Enjoy the rest of your Saturday
God bless you.

Study the following scriptures
Ephesians 1:17-19; 5:6-10; 1 Peter 1:23; 2:1-2; 2 Peter 2:1, 1 John 1:5, 4:1-4. Ephesians 4.

Daily Love Food Devotional
11/1/2019

Topic Do not treat prophecies with contempt

Jireh Isaac Mark

Do not despise prophetic utterances.
1 Thessalonians 5:20 (ASV)

Prophesying does not make you a prophet or a Prophetess. (Acts 21:9) Prophecies are always accurate. If it's not accurate, then it's not divinely inspired. Many tend to mix this up.


What is Prophecy?
Prophecy is inspired utterance in a known language. It is usually spontaneous. It is history written in advance. Prophecy addresses the mind of an individual. Prophecy is more conformational than directional. Any prophecy that does not confirm what's in your heart, just forget about it.




Today we live in a world where there are so many prophecies flying around.
The Amplified Bible puts it like this "Do not spurn the gifts and utterances of the prophets [do not depreciate prophetic revelations nor despise inspired instruction or exhortation or warning].

Yesterday, we talked briefly about the Holy Spirit. It is the presence of the Holy Spirit of God that can lead you to discerning and identifying true prophecies. These are the last days, and we have so many false prophecies around the globe. Rick Joyner said "we do not have to love the state that the church is in, but we must love His church.

Discerning of spirit : It is the supernatural ability to see into the spirit. It is never about seeing material things. By this gift you are able to know whether a man is being motivated by the spirit of God or the devil. (Acts 8:23)

Any prophecy that is not in line with the Word of God is not true prophecy. These days we have crafty people who claim to prophesy. Thereby bringing craftiness into play. Craftiness is using human wisdom to bend the rules to try and get an edge. If a prophecy does not confirm what's in your mind, and does not initiate divine direction from God's Word watch out.

I pray that the Holy Spirit of God gives you guidance to identify prophecies and not neglect prophecies that are divinely inspired to comfort , instruct, warn and exhort you. In Jesus Name Amen.

Study
1 Corinthians 12

Pray with ME
Lord, help me to recognize true prophecies and not to despise prophecies. In Jesus Name Amen.

Have a superb Friday
God bless you.

Daily Love ❣ Food Devotional

5/1/2019

Topic: Who Are You? �

Jireh Mark

Let every detail in your lives - words, actions, whatever - be done in the name of the Master, Jesus, thanking God the Father every step of the way. " (MSG)
Colossians 3:17


Many believe they are Christians, just because their names were gotten from the Bible or because they were born into a family of Christians. Meanwhile they talk, behave and act no where near what Christ taught.

Christianity is not all about going to Church, or belonging to a subgroup, it is more more than just religious activities. It is your lifestyle that tells the world what/who you truly are.

Rick Joyner said something I’d like to share “… the true nature of our spiritual lives is revealed in the way we behave when no one is looking and when we know no one is looking" Who we are in secret before God is who we are.

Proverbs 21:27 “Religious performance by the wicked stinks, its even worse when they use it to get ahead.(MSG).

Trying to hide who you truly are, is a very pure form of deception.

So, who are you? �
Are you a religious performer? �

Hypocrite? �

Are you truly a Christian?�

How long do you want to deceive yourself? �
Deep down, you know the answer. Don't lie to yourself.

In this New year, you can start all over. Have a clean slate. The beauty of our faith in Jesus is that we can start all over again , erasing every failure and mistake. No religion in the world has this assurance. Repentance is a special grace that God grants, and it leads to life. John 3:16

All you need to do is to ask for forgiveness, then repent genuinely and trust Him to help you become a better person. It is never too late. Ask Him today, He is ready to help you.

PRAY WITH ME ��
Lord Jesus, I admit that I have deviated from your path and gone astray. Please forgive me. Lead me in your path of truth and love. In Jesus name, Amen!


Good Morning, have a superb Saturday.

God bless you.
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23/12/2018

(PARENTS, YOUNG COUPLES, INTENDING COUPLES, BOYS AND GIRLS, SINGLES PLEASE READ THIS)

THIS IS AN EXCERPT FROM A BOOK I AM WORKING ON.
TITLE - CONFESSIONS OF A PREACHER' KID (PK) MY OWN STORY!
(MY ERRORS, STRUGGLE, BONDAGE, DIVINE RELEASE, ENCOUNTER AND MY TESTIMONY OF THE REDEMPTIVE POWER OF THE LOVE OF GOD) DROPPING SOON BY THE SPECIAL GRACE OF GOD



I WILL DROP A PDF COPY OF THIS EXCERPT LATER IN THE DAY. God bless you richly and as you read, I pray the eyes f your understanding be opened. To God be all the Glory Honor, Praise and Adoration. Join me let us spread this Gospel of Love to the world. The Love of Jesus is the answer to the problems of humanity. God bless you. What a mighty God we serve. Shalom.




1 Peter 2:9, Ps 82:6, John 10:34, Rom 8:31 – 39, 1 John 4:4, John 14:21, Psalm 63:3-4,1 John 2:15, John 13:34, 1 John 4:9 , John 14:23





Dear reader, don’t be deceived by ‘Titles’ there is no ‘Title’ in heaven those who will make it to heaven won’t be called by the ‘Titles’ they had while on earth, everybody in heaven will be called ‘SAINTS’
Serve God, you can’t serve two masters. You are either worshiping God or worshiping the devil; SAVED OR UNSAVED there is no two ways about it. These are the last days! I pray you encounter Jesus and be more intimate with him, and get to know about the God kind of love (agape) during the course of this study. Get your Bible, a pen and a book; I trust the Holy Spirit will reveal things as you read In the Name of Jesus (AMEN).







I am blessed to have been born into my family! God does not mistake, it is we humans who are viable to mistakes. Refusal to admit to our errors makes us hide in a shell and we stay there for years, until the light and Truth of God's love shines on us. This book won't have come without the help of The Holy Spirit, my teacher and guide. To my amazing father and superman Pst. Isaac Mark, my superwoman and mother Dcns. Becky Isaac Mark and my younger Brother Wonder Isaac Mark (Wondamee). I couldn't have gone this far, without your fervent and persistent prayers and love for me despite my so many flaws. (The list is endless and will be fully acknowledged in the book, when completed by the grace of God. I must mention Rev. Dr. Zinas & Pst. Mrs. Patricia Bako who God used to give me a book by John Bevere (The Bait of Satan) it has been a blessing to me and my family. God bless you richly sir. To my very good friend Elisha Shavah, we’ve gone through the highs and lows together. (Prov. 18:24) (And a host of wonderful men and women of God, friends and family to be acknowledged when the Book is completed) I LOVE YOU ALL FROM THE DEPTH OF MY HEART, MAY GOD BLESS YOU ALL ABUNDANTLY AND CONTINUE TO BLESS YOU NOW AND ALWAYS. AMEN!








This topic and a host of other similar issues that we in Nigeria and Africa as a continent and the entire world of parenthood globally which we will talk about in other chapters of the Book. Many parents have ignored. It has stayed hidden for so many years, and the devil has used this hidden scheme to destroy many homes today. Once, the devil penetrates the 'HOME' he brings division and once that works, the house cannot stand.
(MARK 3:25, ECCL. 4:9-12, AMOS 3:3). The devil is a master of deception; he disguises falsehood with a distortion of the Truth and makes it 'LOOKS LIKE', which it isn't. Not until you have fallen into the trap of his subtlety that is when you will see that it was CHAFF and you've been caged, it takes the Grace, Mercies and Love of God to break free from that prison. Satan knows how to hide truth and make it look real, that was the same trick he used to DECEIVE (EVE) in the garden, which led to the fall of man. Genesis 3:1-5. Genesis is the first Book in the Bible, and the serpent (a fallen angel) made the first man and woman fall into disobedience and lost the presence of God that flowed naturally in the beginning of existence after God made the heavens and the earth. (2 COR. 11:14, ISAIAH 14:12-17)






Jesus has rendered the devil powerless and stripped him of all he had claim on; by the blood he shed on the cross. We were redeemed with a very costly sacrifice. (COL. 2:15, ROM 6:8-10)
Satan started this deception from the beginning, and in the Book of Revelation, he knows he has already been condemned to hell for all eternity, and has been running to and fro ever since just to make sure he deceives the world so that they can follow him to hell. Job 1:7. By the special grace of God, I pray that when this book is launched, it will shed light and illumination to the many schemes of the kingdom of darkness in their already failed attempt to snatch the children of God. The blood and sacrifice of Jesus on the Cross was not in vain, and cannot be in vain. Indeed, we are in the last days, never before has the world seen the things spoken of by Jesus in Matthew 24. As you read this excerpt I pray that the Spirit of Truth guide you and show you where you have fallen off track. When the Holy Spirit does, don't feel too arrogant to admit that there has been an error on your own part, just trust Him to lead you back to the right track and He will guide you with His arm of LOVE (Agape) the God kind of LOVE and that LOVE, will transform you and take you to the level of supernatural LOVE (Agape he ordained for you to walk and operate in.. John 14:6- 29








The Spirit of Truth
15-17 “If you love me, show it by doing what I’ve told you. I will talk to the Father, and he’ll provide you another Friend so that you will always have someone with you. This Friend is the Spirit of Truth. The godless world can’t take him in because it doesn’t have eyes to see him, doesn’t know what to look for. But you know him already because he has been staying with you, and will even be in you!
(MSG)












I am a small boy I am just a product of the Grace of God. So don't ignore this piece on the premise of age, experience. It is not always about age, but about God's grace. I once was a victim of so many chains (pornography, masturbation and illicit lasciviousness and a host of things I will expound upon more in the book). I believe God will use this Book to break you free out of the chains that have held you captive for years. I see those chains falling off from your life, by the power of the Holy Spirit. Those chains are falling In the Name of Jesus. AMEN!






How God anointed Jesus of Nazareth with the Holy Ghost and with power: who went about doing good, and healing all that were oppressed of the devil; for God was with him. Acts 10:38 (KJV)












That same Spirit is still at work today, it does not matter how many years you have been struggling with an issue I decree that by the resurrection power of God you are Free in Jesus Mighty Name. Amen!







(PROVERBS 22:6, JAMES 4:17, ECCL. 5:16, MALACHI 4:6, LUKE 12:53, PHILIPIANS 3:10)








I have come to realize that in our own part of the world, Parents barely talk about sexuality or give their kids sex education. Hence, they learn all they hear their peers talk about in school, chat about on social media. Out of fear of not being wanted or rejected by their peers or laughed at in school they decide to learn about sexuality on their own, and they end up looking up pornography on the internet.












IF PARENTS DON'T TAKE UP RESPONSIBILITY FOR TAKING CARE OF THEIR KIDS, THE SOCIAL MEDIA, MASS MEDIA AND THE INTERNET WILL TAKE YOUR PLACE AS PARENTS, AND EXPOSE THEM TO SERIOUS DANGERS OF THIS CORRUPT WORLD.










Little wonder we have so many irresponsible set of youths in this our present era. It is the fault of the Parents! Who did not take up responsibility over their kids from a very tender age the absence of God and God’s Word from the lives of our young ones today is the major cause of the high level of moral decadence we see displayed exponentially in the world. If they did, we won’t be in this mess today. You, reading this now, don’t neglect the truths that you will encounter in line with the Living Word of God, as you go further.in the knowledge of God;s Word and see the divine power and transforming power of the Love of God.





As parents, don't be afraid to talk with your kids about sexuality by seeing it as something IMMORAL! That is the mistake that most parents make today. They get too busy with life and work chasing after money and neglecting the Children God gave them to take care of. I pray that as you read the story written by John Fort the Holy Spirit will guide you on how to address the issue of PORNOGRAPHY with your kids.









If as a parent, you are guilty of the offense of 'NEGLECTING' your God given responsibility OF TRAINING your child in the right way,, don't let EGO and PRIDE stop you from correcting that mistake. Many children today are into pornography, masturbation and illicit sex some are even homosexual under your own very roof, without you knowing. THAT IS TERRIBLE.




The story below is credited to a piece I read written by John Fort.






My child stands shivering before my wife and I and says, “I didn’t tell you before, because I was too afraid, but I looked at pornography a month ago, sort of for a few days in a row.”
What am I supposed to say? I had no warning at all. I saw no signs anything like this had happened. Suddenly all the planning and preparation my wife and I had put together for such a scenario felt elusive. My mind was blank. My wife looks at me, indicating I am the one to respond.





No parent looks forward to the day their child admits watching porn for the first time, but such a scenario is inevitable today.
It can play out different ways: a child nervously confesses seeing pornography, a parent discovers hard-core pornography on a child’s phone, tablet, or computer, or we hear from someone else that our child was caught looking at disturbing videos. These all sound very uncomfortable to a parent, but the worst scenario of all is a child who manages to hide their pornography use completely and no conversation ever happens.







What Do I Say When My Child Admits Watching Porn?

What are we supposed to say the first time we find out our child has been exposed? Even if we have a plan, that doesn’t mean it’s easy for us to see it through and react in the best interest of our child.







A parent’s first reaction is so critical. The first words out of our mouth, the first body language we express, has an enormous impact on any future success we may have helping our child. It’s worth thinking about and trying to plan for.












What is the most important lesson during that first parent-child interaction on pornography use? To show them how much we disapprove? To instill in them a proper sense of right and wrong? To help them see how destructive modern pornography is? Not really.













The most important take away for any child in this scenario is to experience that Mom and Dad are safe people to talk about sexual temptations with. If we do not leave our children feeling safe after our first discussion about an exposure that occurred, we are likely cutting off any future chance of them listening to our advice on the matter.







How NOT to Respond During This First Discussion

Whether it be from a child’s confession or from a parent’s discovery, this first discussion is not a time to talk about why modern pornography is dangerous, how they have broken rules, how they may have broken trust, or anything of that sort.








In the first place, those conversations are best had before a child has ever had exposure to pornography. Even if we have warned our children before hand, this is still not the time to remind a child of those lessons. What children need at that moment is to be reminded that they are, above all else, loved and accepted just as they are.







Our Children Need a Safe Place to Share Their Failures
The opening paragraph did actually happen to me, pretty much as written. To give you some background on me–I can be pretty reactionary, and not always in the most helpful way. I think that particular day God was with me, however, because I was smarter than that for once.









I told my child, “I’m so glad you told us,” then I hugged them. There was no lecture. No punishment was given. No discussion of changing computer safety measures happened on that day. In an unusual moment of inspiration, I realized my child needed to know it was safe to admit things like this to us.
I did tell our child that we would talk with them another day about helping them better avoid pornography, but my wife and I went no further at the time.










Fortunately, we had been talking with our children regularly about sexuality and pornography for some time before this happened. We didn’t have to start from scratch. Because of that, we were able to use that day to cement in our child’s mind that we loved them and that we were not rejecting them for what they had done.











Three years later the same child told me something interesting,” I’m so glad you reacted the way you did that day. If you would have torn into me, or gone the other way and said it was no big deal, I would have never talked to you again about stuff like that.”
To be honest, that response terrified me. I hadn’t realized how important our reactions had been. If I had reacted rashly, which I have already confessed to doing fairly often, the results would have been disastrous. Our child was not only confessing, but also testing us.














Our child was quite consciously finding out if what we had said was really true–that it is safe to admit failures to us. I was very glad that my wife and I reacted positively, but I was also quite frightened to realize how easily it could have gone another direction.







Practice Your Response Ahead of Time
It’s not fun finding out our child has purposefully indulged in pornography. We can feel betrayed, maybe even lied to (remember our child kept this a secret for a month). We may want to lock our child in the house forever—not something that will endear a parent to a child. Bawling our face off from sadness after hearing what a child has done will not make them feel particularly good about themselves either. Yet, we still have many if not all of these feelings. It’s not much easier if the exposure was accidental.












I’m not saying we should hide our feelings from anyone, but that moment of confession or discovery needs to be about acceptance, not anything else. The other feelings can be discussed between parents. The child already feels enough shame, I promise, they don’t need more from us. Not that first time, anyway.








Fortunately, for our family, we managed to react as well as can be expected. There was a lot of work to be done later, but our child was only open to that work because of how we reacted during the confession.










For any parent who may have had a confrontational reaction to a similar situation, I can only imagine that repair is possible through a parent’s apology. For those who this situation has not yet happened—and it will—I would simply encourage you to rehearse your reaction in your mind, to make it more likely you can respond positively when the time comes. Proverbs 22:6, Proverbs 13:24, 1 Sam 15:23, Ephesians 6.

Matthew 28:19, Mark 16:15, ACTS 1:8, Acts 9:31, Proverbs 3:11-12, 1 John 4:7, Revelation 3:19


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Thank you Boss, it's from one of my mentors. John Bevere. A powerful writer.

BY JOHN BEVERE

A few years into being a Christian, I went through a very tough season. When I first got saved, it felt like a honeymoon. Life was a near constant spiritual high. When I went to pray, I felt God’s presence. When I opened His Word, I could feel it coming alive to my heart. His presence seemed near. His love felt tangible. I could see Him moving all around me in profound ways. It was amazing.
But then, one day, it seemed everything shifted. Where it used to feel like I could find God at every turn, it felt like I walked around a corner and suddenly, He wasn’t there. I started experiencing difficulty finding His presence or hearing His voice.


I didn’t know it at the time, but I was entering into a wilderness season—a time where God refines us and prepares us for His promises. Often, in these seasons, it can feel like God’s presence is distant. It can even feel like a total absence of God! Maybe you heard God’s voice and stepped out in obedience, but then, when you felt you needed His presence the most, He seemed a million miles away.
Because it was difficult for me to perceive God’s presence, it felt like He had abandoned me. In my immaturity, I had interpreted my lack of sensing His presence as His absence, but this was far from the truth.


To show you what I mean, we need to explore the two manifestations of God’s presence. The first one is based on these words from Scripture, “I will never leave you nor forsake you” (Hebrews 13:5 NKJV). This is the omnipresence of God. It’s what King David refers to: “If I ascend into heaven, You are there; If I make my bed in hell, behold, You are there” (Psalm 139:8 NKJV). If we believe what Scripture says and we trust God, then the reality is that no matter how we feel or what happens, God is with us.
The other presence of God, which all of us love and is also a part of the Christian life, is the manifest presence. To “manifest” means to bring out of the unseen and into the seen, out of the unheard and into the heard, out of the unknown and into the known.

It’s when God makes Himself real to our actual physical senses. It’s wonderful to enjoy this encounter, which can happen during worship, private prayer, on a walk through the forest, in common activities of daily life—in perhaps an infinite number of ways.
But when God’s manifest presence is hard to find, don’t make the mistake I did and assume it means He’s abandoned you. I’ve walked nearly four decades with God, and I can assure you that whether or not you feel His presence, He has not left you. That is His promise.
So when you are spiritually hungry and thirsty in the wilderness, if God doesn’t come and bless you with His beautiful, breathtaking presence, just relax. Lean into His promise—the main one being, “I will never leave you nor forsake you.” Even if you don’t feel or sense His presence, know that He is faithful and just take Him at His word. His nearness, felt or not, will see you through.

By John Bevere

When I was 22 years old, I felt ready to jump headlong into God’s call on my life. Shortly after getting saved while attending Purdue University, I heard God’s call on my life to preach the gospel to the nations—something God confirmed in many ways. As a young Christian, I thought I was ready for what God had for me, and I was eager to start running in my calling.
God, it would seem, had other plans.

Rather than launching me into a preaching ministry, I spent the better part of a decade after college working all sorts of jobs that seemed disconnected from my calling. During this time, God’s presence often felt distant, and I wrestled often with questions about what He was, or perhaps more accurately, wasn’t doing in my life. It felt a bit like God had forgotten me, but that wasn’t even remotely the case. Although I didn’t see it at the time, He was using this time to prepare me for my future. The truth is that I was in a season of wilderness—the necessary training ground that precedes the promised land. It’s just how God works, and it’s all throughout Scripture. His desire is to prepare our hearts so that success won’t destroy us.


We see one of the greatest examples of this when we look at the life of King Saul and compare it with King David. If you remember, when Israel wanted a king, God gave them what they wanted, and drafted Saul from within Israel’s ranks to be the ruler over His people.
King Saul never went through a wilderness experience. He seemed humble in the beginning—hiding in the baggage from the prophet when he was named king. But after a few rounds of success, his impurities began to surface. He won a huge battle, but he’d done it his way and disobeyed God’s orders. If that wasn’t enough, he then built a monument to himself. This was only the beginning of the plethora of ungodly behavior that would surface. He eventually was destroyed by the impurities that were never addressed. In fact, Saul loved his “ministry” to the point of killing in order to keep it. His success, in the end, ultimately just played into his demise, because it was not preceded by a season where he embraced God’s preparation.


Contrast that with David. David was not a man after the throne; he was a man after the heart of God. While in the wilderness, David found his true source of joy; it was none other than God Himself. Twice, David had the chance to kill Saul to get the throne. He was encouraged to do so by the men with him. If David’s motives had been the same as Saul’s, he would have killed to get what was promised to him. But he refused to take matters into his own hands. He wanted to honor God more than he wanted to inherit God’s promises—and he trusted God to promote him in His timing.
Because David went through a season of preparation in the wilderness, he had the character to lead God’s people once he finally became king. Where Saul was prideful and self-absorbed, David was described as a man after God’s own heart. The wilderness proved to be a vital training ground for what God had called him to do, and it prepared him to do it well.
The same proved true for me.


Shortly before God finally launched me into preaching, I remember praying passionately one morning, “Lord, it doesn’t matter if I am in the middle of the desert where there is no one or if I am preaching to millions, I’ll do the same thing in both places. I will pursue your heart.” And then it hit me. I finally saw what God was doing! In the wilderness, God had brought me to a place where I saw Him as my inheritance and first love, not the ministry or anything else. I was pursuing Him over the dream He had given me. He wanted to move me into my calling, but He didn’t want me to make an idol out of it. He wanted to stay first in my heart.


If you are waiting on God’s promises, don’t look for shortcuts. Stay the course. Press into God as your first love, and pursue Him more than the dream He’s given you. Rather than rush the process and try to prematurely step into God’s promises in your own strength, focus on becoming a man or woman after God’s own heart—especially in the midst of difficult seasons. That way, when God does release you into a season of breakthrough, you’ll have the character to handle it well so the success doesn’t end up destroying you.


BEST REGARDS
JESUS LOVES YOU
JIREH ISAAC MARK

CHRISTMAS: DON’T UP, LOOK UP.

God Has an Answer for Your Christmas Worry!

READ THIS, WAS BLESSED! I JUST HAD TO SHARE.

Written By Rick Warren

“God took one look at me, and look what happened—I’m the most fortunate woman on earth! What God has done for me will never be forgotten” (Luke 1:48 The Message).


Let’s be honest. Becoming a first-time parent is a tough transition for anyone. Late-night feedings, the regular rhythm of dirty diapers, and fussy colic experiences can make even the most prepared new parent feel like they’re living in a daze.


But put yourself in Mary’s place. Even though she has never been intimate with a man, an angel comes to her and says, “You’re going to be the mother of the Son of God.” That’s a pretty stressful pronouncement.


The Bible says she responded to this news just like any of us would—she worried. “Confused and disturbed, Mary tried to think what the angel could mean” (Luke 1:29 NLT).


This Christmas you might be in Mary’s shoes. You don’t know what 2019 has in store for you. God is leading you to do something new. A job is coming to an end. A relationship appears over. So you’re worrying.
Worry is essentially a control issue.


It’s trying to control the uncontrollable. We can’t control the economy, so we worry about the economy. We can’t control our children, so we worry about our children. We can’t control the future, so we worry about the future.

But worry never solves anything! It’s stewing without doing.
What does Mary do with her worry?

* She changes her perspective and leans on the promises of God.

Mary said: “God took one look at me, and look what happened—I’m the most fortunate woman on earth! What God has done for me will never be forgotten” (Luke 1:48 The Message).



* Mary’s entire prayer in Luke 1 is full of Scripture from the Old Testament. She was a woman of the Word. Instead of focusing on her situation, she focuses on the promises of God.


Yes, you may be facing an impossible situation this Christmas. But the Bible declares over and over in its pages that God has your back. God promises to help us as we get healthy, become better parents, eliminate our debt, and more.


But unless we know and claim those promises, we’ll worry needlessly about our future.
Are you ready to trust God for whatever is in store for 2019?

Talk About It
• What are your biggest worries this holiday season?

•How do you typically let worry affect your everyday life?

• What are some promises of God that you can lean on to help you overcome those worries?

PRAYER:
Lord, help me to trust and depend on you wholesomely at all times no matter what the situation may be. I choose not to worry, help me Lord.


Matthew 6:34

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She stretched her long legs out on the seat, barefoot as she'd left her sandals on the floorboard up front. He took in the sight of her breasts, her smooth, flat stomach, and the little slip of gauzy white fabric around her waist, barely hiding what was underneath. She looked so sensual, so sexy, bathed in the afternoon light. Her hair spread out around her head like shimmering, copper-gold silk. He moved down her body, hands on the seat on either side of her slim waist. He pushed her skirt up over her hips and immediately buried his head between her thighs. He breathed in the warm, musky scent of her pussy, and then plunged his tongue into her. She was already wet.
cheating

"Never ever, in your whole life?" Danielle asked, looking incredulous at her husband. "Not even when you were a teenager?"

Jason laughed and sat down his drink. They always met for drinks after work on Friday afternoon, at their favorite bar. A 'date night' of sorts, and after throwing back a few, shaking off the work week, and loosening up, they usually got into lively discussions.

"Never," Jason said. "Amazing, isn't it? We've been married three years and you still don't know everything about me. I bet there's things I don't know about you, too."

Danielle sat back in her chair, looking perplexed. A beautiful woman, sexy even in her business attire, she'd let her long, silky, strawberry blond hair down and taken off her jacket so her perfect, perky breasts were pushing at her white blouse. Her knee-length conservative skirt didn't hide how long her legs were. Jason often wondered how he'd managed to land such a beautiful, intelligent, funny woman. He feared some morning he'd wake up to discover it was all a wet dream.

Danielle shook her head. "Didn't you have a car when you were a teenager?"

"Yes," Jason said. "I never used it for that, though."

"So you never went parking or anything?"

"Honey." He leaned forward. "My parents were never home. I could sneak girls into the house. We had my bed to do it in."

Danielle smiled. She could picture her husband sneaking girls into his parent's house. The thought made her a little jealous, but only because she wished they'd known each other as teenagers so she could have snuck in too. He was a handsome man, suave and well put-together, with green eyes and a square jaw, and a sly, knowing way of smirking at her that instantly got her panties wet. He was tall and broad shouldered and his visits to the gym showed. She loved their 'date night,' seeing him in his suit, with his tie off and shirt unbuttoned. Sexy, on top of being her best friend--it was all a girl could ask for.

"So you've never got it on in the backseat of a car," she said. "That's interesting."

"I take it you have?" He arched an eyebrow.

"None of my boyfriends in high school had parents that worked all the time. The most romantic thing I got was a blanket in a field."

"We could always go over to my parent's house and I could sneak you into my old room."

Danielle laughed.

As Jason ordered another round of drinks, he saw a familiar, devious twinkle in her eye. The wheels were turning in her head, and he looked forward to whatever surprise she whipped up for him.

***

Saturdays were spent catching up on chores around the house. Now that spring had come, those chores included yard work. This particular Saturday wasn't too hot, but sunny, not a rain cloud in sight, so Jason mowed the yard and trimmed the hedges. Danielle did some cleaning in the house and then left to run errands.

As he tackled the weed growth alongside the house, he heard a car rumbling up the driveway. He turned off his weed whacker and propped it against the house.

The car that greeted him in the driveway wasn't their sensible, compact economy car, but a big, ancient four door 57 Chevy Bel Air. The car, painted robin's egg blue, wasn't in the best condition. There was a lot of rust on the frame and the chrome was dull. The engine didn't sound great either, and the exhaust was loud. As he crossed the yard, he saw Danielle sitting behind the wheel. He bent down next to the open passenger side window and looked in.

"What's this?" he asked, shouting over the noise.

She shut off the car and smiled at him, her arm draped over the big blue steering wheel. Jason took in her outfit--a low-cut halter top and a short, gauzy white skirt. She didn't usually dress so sexy to grab groceries.

"It's Daddy's new car," she said. "I stopped by to say hi and he let me take it out."

Danielle's father bought and restored classic cars, his 'retirement hobby' as he called it. Some he resold, a few he kept.

"Guess he hasn't started working on this one yet, huh?" Jason ran his hand over the window frame.

"The interior is nice, though." Danielle smoothed her fingers over the front leather bench seat. The seat was blue like the rest of the car, with tan stripes. The leather still looked good, but it needed patched in a few places.

"I'm surprised he let you take it out," Jason said, sticking his head further inside to look around. "I guess it can't get too much more roughed up, can it?"

"I begged him. I gave him the pouty look. You wanna go for a ride?"

Jason drew back through the window and eyed her. He had on a white tank top, stained with sweat, his strong, thickly-muscled arms on display. Danielle wanted to lick him. She hadn't missed him eyeing up her outfit, either.

"Yeah, sure," he said. "Let me just throw on a t-shirt and lock up the house."

Danielle waited in the car, nearly wiggling with anticipation. She'd told her dad she'd be back in an hour, after explaining she wanted to show the car to Jason. Time was ticking.

Jason returned to the car, now in a white t-shirt, his tight jeans riding low. She could still smell the sweat on him as he slid into the car; her favorite scent, all manly and raw. She slipped her sunglasses on and smiled to herself as she started the car back up.

She drove the country roads around their house, the warm spring air rushing in the windows. The car rode surprisingly smooth despite the noise it made. The seats were deep and comfortable, too.

Jason was distracted by Danielle's hair being tugged by the wind, her skirt fluttering over her sleek, tanned thighs. He reached over and fiddled with the huge dials on the old-fashioned radio.

"This work?" he asked.

Danielle shook her head, pushing her hair back from her face. "Daddy doesn't have it hooked up yet."

After about ten minutes, Danielle took them down a familiar road. She slowed the car and turned into the driveway of a big house with a wrap-around porch and a huge yard.

Jason looked over at her. "Why are we at my cousin's house? They're out of town right now, remember? They went on vacation to Florida."

"I know." She pulled the car into a parking area beneath a big oak tree, shielded from the road. "So no one will know we're here. And we won't get hassled by the cops, since were sitting in a private driveway."

He chuckled as she killed the engine. "Is that so? I should have seen this coming."

She slipped her sunglasses off and ran her fingers through her hair, un-mussing it. She tossed her sunglasses on the dashboard and slunk across the seat toward him, like a cat.

"Yes," she said. "You should have seen it coming."

She crawled onto his lap and straddled him. There was plenty of room, even in the front seat, and the ceiling was high enough she only had to bend her neck a little. Jason couldn't help but wonder if she'd seen the car at her father's place days ago and already had it sized up for sexcapades. He kissed her, and she squeaked into his mouth as he gathered her ass in his hands, all of it, squeezing it tight, nearly lifting her off his lap.

He broke the kiss and asked, "Since when do you dress like this to go to the store?"

She wiggled against him. "I didn't go to the store."

He slipped his hand up under her skirt and found nothing but smooth, bare skin. "Shameless." He tugged up the bottom of her halter top. "Take this off, let me look at you."

His command made her tingle. She'd never been overly submissive in bed, but she still loved when he told her what to do. She gripped the bottom of her top and peeled it off over her head. She had to wear a bra, unfortunately, because her breasts were too big not to. She reached behind her back to undo it. She popped the clasps and slipped the straps off, his gaze on her the whole time. She whipped the bra off with one movement and her breasts popped out proud and firm in front of her. Her nipples were tight and hard, aching for his fingers, or his mouth.

She tossed her bra into the driver's seat then gripped the front of his t-shirt. "You too. It's only fair."

"Of course. You know me, I like to be fair."

He reached down and pulled his shirt up. She sat back so he could work it off.

She nearly drooled at the sight his broad, tight chest. He threw his t-shirt onto the seat with her bra. She didn't have long to stare, as he pulled her against him, and she gasped at the sensation of hot, silken skin against skin, her favorite feeling. He caressed his hand down the curve of her back and cupped one of her breasts with the other.

"We should get in the backseat," she said. "That's how it's done."

"You're the expert." He lowered his mouth to her nipple and gave it a firm suck, then popped his mouth off. "We're really gonna do this in my cousin's driveway?"

"He'll never know."

She wiggled off his lap and climbed over the backseat. On the way, her skirt rode up, giving him a view of her sumptuously round, delicious bare ass, and even a flash of her smooth pussy peeking out between her thighs. She fell into the backseat, giggling. Jason was quick to follow, much more Hot now than worried about where they were.

"Your dad will kill us if he finds out," Jason said, as he shimmied over the seat.

"We'll make sure we clean up after."

She stretched her long legs out on the seat, barefoot as she'd left her sandals on the floorboard up front. He took in the sight of her breasts, her smooth, flat stomach, and the little slip of gauzy white fabric around her waist, barely hiding what was underneath. She looked so sensual, so sexy, bathed in the afternoon light. Her hair spread out around her head like shimmering, copper-gold silk.

He moved down her body, hands on the seat on either side of her slim waist. He pushed her skirt up over her hips and immediately buried his head between her thighs. He breathed in the warm, musky scent of her pussy, and then plunged his tongue into her. She was already wet.

"Jason!" She jerked her hips.

She reached down to grip his hair. He worked his tongue inside her, fucking her with it, and then on her clit, firmly but not too rough, the way she liked. His facial hair tickled her thighs and she locked them around his head, then relaxed, remembering he needed to breathe. She whimpered, her inner muscles clenching.

He pushed two fingers into her, filling up that ache, at least a little. He bleeped her deep with his fingers, his tongue drawing slow circles on her clit. She wiggled against the seat, the leather making her back sweaty. He brought his other hand up to play with her breasts, squeezing and plucking her nipples.

"You're so good at that," she said. "See, I told you it was fun in a car." She caressed her foot down his back. He was sweaty too.

She could have let him do that all day, let him make her come over and over again with his mouth--but unfortunately, she had to get the car back soon and she wanted something else even more.

"Stop," she said, pushing gently at his head. "Baby, you gotta stop."

He stopped, and lifted his head. His chin was wet with her juices. "You okay?" he asked.

She nodded. "Yes. I just--I'm not allowed to keep the car all day. And I want you naked and on top of me right now."

He chuckled, a deep, throaty sound that seemed to vibrate across her soaked pussy and made her shiver. He got up on his knees, kneeling between her spread legs. She lay there, sprawled and burning with arousal, the warm air caressing her slick thighs, watching as he undid his jeans and worked them down over his hips. He wore a pair of black boxer briefs that hugged his hips like a second skin. He pushed his jeans down to his knees and she admired his thick, powerful thighs. Then he pushed his underwear down and his big, fat cock popped out, hard and ready for her

She sat up and reached for his hips. She knew if she didn't hurry up she'd get an angry phone call from her dad, but she couldn't resist.

"May I?" she asked.

He reached down and stroked her hair back from her face. "Thought you wanted me naked and on top of you?"

"I do, but I need a little taste first." She gave him her pouty face. No man could resist it, for any reason.

She wrapped her long, slender fingers around the base of his cock and squeezed him. He loved her touch. She held his cock steady as she sunk her lips over it. Her mouth was velvety and hot and made him groan.

She put her other hand on his hip and went to work, bobbing her head. He gathered up her hair and held it back from her face, watching her. He loved being in her mouth, stretching her jaws, nudging at the back of her throat. He felt her swallow, breathe in, and take him even deeper, until she gagged. She recovered and resumed sliding her mouth back and forth, stroking what she couldn't get in, her fist tight around him.

He gripped the back of the seat so as not to topple over, and closed his eyes, enjoying it.

She sucked him for a few minutes and then slid her mouth off. He opened his eyes. She worked her jaw, looking up at him.

"We better do this," she said. "Much as I'd like to keep going."

"Good idea. Because if you keep that up, I'll need some time to recover. And I still won't get to have sex in a car."

She sat back on her hands, looking pleased with herself. His cock was aching, literally pulsing in his hand as he gave it a few strokes, his shaft slick with her spit. He could have jerked off all over her fabulous tits just then, but he really wanted to be inside her.

"Come and get it," she said, and laid back, her skirt bunched around her waist, her glistening pink slit inviting him.

He struggled out of his jeans and underwear, squirming around, and kicked them onto the floor. The car was big, but he still had to contort himself. Maybe he hadn't done this before because he rightly assumed it couldn't possibly be comfortable.

He crawled on top of her and gave her a deep kiss. She tasted herself on his lips, on his tongue. The touch of his cock against her stomach made her ache with want, the wet tip brushing below her belly button. She gazed up at him, holding his eyes as she reached down and slipped her fingers around it, and guided the fat head against her sopping pussy.

"If I'd known fucking in a car got you this hot, I would have done it ages ago," Jason said.

"Feels like we're doing something naughty, doesn't it?"

"Well, it is your dad's car, so--yeah, actually."

Without further preamble he slid into her, smooth and fast—penetrating her easily as wet as she was, his cock stretching her, filling her thick and hard. She gasped and shifted her hips, and then moaned as he seated himself all the way up inside her, deep as he could go.

"Jason." She gripped his arms, her nails flexing against the tight muscles of his biceps. She squeezed her pussy around him, feeling every thick inch inside of her.

He captured her lips again, before pulling back and beginning to thrust. He moved slowly the first few times, letting her adjust, then he began the hard, fast pounding she so desperately needed.

Her pussy was amazing, even better than her mouth, scorching hot and slick and tight. He hooked his arms under her knees, pushing them back until her pretty bare feet were above her shoulders. She clung to him as he slammed into her, wailing in her pleasure, his moans and growls mixing with her beautiful noise. He really hoped no one was around, as all the windows were rolled down. She was always loud in bed and he loved it.

"That what you wanted?" he asked her.

"Yes!" She flung her head back, arching beneath him. "Bleep me baby, Bleep me harder."

He gave her everything he had, their flesh slapping together, his cock filling her over and over. They were rocking the car, making it squeak on the tires. He pulled one of his arms from beneath her knee and started squeezing her bouncing breasts.

"Feel like a teenager again, honey?" he purred at her.

The question went unanswered in the intensity of the moment, the force of his fucking making her delirious. She was getting close, and so was he, she could feel it in the erratic rhythm of his hips, in the tightening of his stomach.

"Danielle." He tangled his hand in her hair, the other still holding her knee back. "Oh, goddamn."

The pressure built inside her. His cock was hitting just the right spot, sending a sensation like little electric shocks directly to her clit. Her pleasure reached a sharp peak and she began to clench around him. She shrieked as the tension broke, shuddering waves rolling over her body.

"Jason!"

He bleeped her through it, making her come even harder. He only lasted another moment though, before she saw the unmistakable signs of him going over the edge. She loved to watch him come.

"Bleep!" He buried his face in the seat next to her head, his cock jerking and throbbing inside her. Wet heat filled her and she pushed her hips up, moaning as her still-clenching pussy milked it out of him. They were both gasping and trembling, pressed slick and hot against each other.

She sunk against the seat, buzzing, shuddering, alive. He sagged against her. She squeezed around him and sighed at the feel of his twitching length still so deep inside her. He groaned, close to her ear.

"You okay, baby?" she asked.

He slid out of her and slumped to the side. They were soaked with sweat. The leather seats were slick. Everything smelled like sex. They were definitely going to have to air the interior out.

"I'm wonderful," Jason slurred. "Oh, God." He rubbed his hand over his face.

Danielle let her leg down as he slid his arm from beneath it, then stretched it out and draped it over the front seat. She reached down and played with her sloppy, dripping pussy a little, loving how it felt to be overflowing with his release. She felt deliciously used.

"Our parents are gonna wonder where we are," she teased. "You should take me home before we get caught."

He smiled down at her. "I'm gonna take you home, all right. And do more dirty things to you in our bed. Maybe on the couch. And the kitchen counter..."

"We better get this car back to my dad first." She kissed him. "After we clean it up. We made a mess." She giggled.

"I'm sure the teenagers who've come before us would be proud."

I brought my tongue to rest on her joy, holding it pulsating it with small movements direct on the place she wanted kissed the most. She grabbed hold of my head again. I started to run my tongue in small circles around her clit slowly, direct, purposeful. I licked not moving my head just working my tongue so she grabbed my hair and pulled my head down. cheating
Sometimes dreams do come true.

I had lived next door to Janice and Judy Price for 9 years. Since we were all 7 years old in fact.

We played almost every afternoon and they helped me with homework. We would talk about traveling together and houses and where we would live.

Judy and Janice were identical twins and often tried to trick me and everyone else by pretending to be the other one.

But I always knew… you see Judy had a small scar on her left hand on the back just near the wrist where she fell of my skateboard and cut it, requiring 5 stitches.

I went away for 12 months after school finished helping Uncle Jack on the farm. It wasn’t the life for me but he needed a hand and I needed a job.

When I got home I tossed my bag on my bed. The room was stuffy so I walked over and opened the window. I looked out – and saw the cubby-house we spent hours playing in when were young.

I showered and tossed on a tee and some jeans and walked down stairs. Working on the farm was better than a gym workout as each day you were up from first light until the sun went down. Always moving, fixing, digging, bailing or rounding up something. I had become quite a good horseman in my time and developed a new confidence in myself.

When I reached our rear porch Mum and Dad were sitting talking to Mr and Mrs Price who had popped over to say hello.

‘By George haven’t you grown Stanley?’ said Mrs Jones.

‘Must have been that good country air.’ said Mr Jones.

I walked over and gave her a hug and shook Mr Jones’ hand. We sat and talked for a while - me telling them some adventures - the G-rated ones anyway.

The stars started to stand out and the sky went dark.

‘I’m beat. I’m going to head to bed Mum.’ I said and giving her and Dad a kiss I headed off.

As I turned Mr Jones said

‘The girls will be home tomorrow. Come over and have a BBQ with us all.’

‘Sure I’ll pick up a cake.’ I said

‘Just bring yourself. I am sure the girls would be glad to see you.’

The following evening I picked up a cake and Mum, Dad and I headed next door.

As soon as I walked in the both Janice and Judy jumped up and ran to hug me. Funny when we were younger this didn’t even cause a thrill but now my body tingled as they both held me tight.

The girls were both beautiful their bodies were firm and their beasts poked through the work-out singlets they were both wearing with Lycra shorts. Janice in blue and Judy in black.

‘Wow! Look at you Stan you’ve filled out. I can’t believe how good you look. It’s so good to see you.’ said Janice.

She had always been the more forward of the two. For identical twins their personalities couldn’t be more different. Janice loved metal music cars and sport. Judy loved art classical and big band swing music and poetry.

Judy grabbed my hand and we all walked out to the rear porch - somewhere we had spent hours and hours when we were growing up. It seemed smaller.

'So tell me,' said Judy, 'how was it? Did you meet anyone?’

‘Anyone like someone special you mean?’ I replied.

‘Yes. Did you?’ said Janice. ‘Bleep you have filled out. Look Judy feel his muscles. He could pick us both up and….’ I interrupted her.

‘Well no. But I did get lucky quite a few times.’

‘Sheep don’t talk do they Stan?’ laughed Janice.

‘No.’ I smiled. ‘Neither do country girls. They are not shy out that way. In fact they were great taught me some things I am proud to say.’

‘Wow! So are you staying around? We go to Uni and stay in the City during the week and come home here most weekends if we’re not partying.’

‘Wow.’ I thought. ‘These two girls I knew have grown into real women since I left and they are both smoking hot.’

I couldn’t help thinking about fucking them both together or apart - I didn’t care - I just wanted to taste, feel and Bleep them both.

Call it my inquisitive nature if you like, but I wanted to know if they tasted the same, felt the same and bleeped the same. I had dreamt of it when I was a kid. And if life on the farm has taught me anything, I now know that waiting for something leaves you just that… waiting.

‘So parties you say? That would be great.’ I said. ‘We didn’t do much of that. More just skinny dipping at the creek, fucking in the hay and drinking the local hooch. It wasn’t great but it did the job. So when are we going? Or maybe we could just go upstairs and have a party of our own.’

‘Oh Stan you are a big boy now!’ said Janice ‘What happened to the shy Stan boy we grew up with?’

‘Oh I met some ladies that showed me the good side of life and well… I liked it.’ I smiled.

Our parents came out and joined us and the rest of the evening rolled on with laughter and talk of years back. Janice disappeared and had been gone for 30 minutes or so. So I decided to look for her. I walked up the stairs to find her in her room.

‘I thought you would never come. So come on show me.’

I stood puzzled. I was not sure what she was talking about.

‘Stan show me you cock. I want to suck it. You do want me to suck it don’t you?’ she said licking her lips.

‘I unzipped my jeans and pulled out my half-hardened cock. All 9 inches dropped out so it was sitting resting on my jeans. The flaps of my jeans hung down and I walked over to the bed Janice was laying on.

‘Bleep me Stan! That’s fucking huge! Why have you never got that out before? I’ve wanted to Bleep you since I was sixteen. You know I’m not a virgin don’t you? Steven chapel took that, years ago.’ she continued

‘But Bleep me! If knew you were packing that package maybe you could have been more useful?’

I smiled…

‘Are you going to talk all night or suck my cock some? Well here it is suck it!’ I said.

‘Wow I like the new you Stan.’

She slid off the bed onto her knees, grabbed hold of my meat in her right hand and started sucking it.

I felt something hard and smooth rub along the base of my shaft. I looked down at her not knowing what it was. She saw my puzzled look and poked her tongue out it contained a small colored ball on a tongue ring.

‘Good isn’t it?’ she said smiling.

I had had my cock sucked weekly at the farm. The girls out there had great pulling and sucking technique. Maybe it was getting the cows ready to apply the milking machines not sure? I just know they always felt fucking great and never left me without milking my supply dry.

‘It’s different.’ I said ‘Not bad, just different.’

She started to suck harder and harder her head bobbing back and forward as she pulled my cock from the base up as she sucked and bit and licked the head into her mouth.

‘Bleep Stan that’s so good.’

Her spare hand had reached down and was rubbing her pussy between her thighs. A small wet patch had appeared through her pants and it was getting bigger the more she rubbed it.

Faster and faster she sucked pulling my cock out and slapping her own face with it, holding the shaft high and lapping it like a dog. She was possessed with lust and she was in her element.

She moved back to suck my balls, all the time her hand worked my cock. Pulling it from shaft to tip faster and faster as she rolled my balls around in her mouth then started to suck my cock once again.

Looking up at me she said

‘Cum Stan. Cum in my mouth.’

‘Sorry Janice it takes more than that.’

I stepped back and lifted her up. I pushed her back on her single bed. She laid across it. The patch on her pants had grown. I grabbed her shorts and pulled them off in one swoop.

Her pussy was as beautiful with her small lips shaved and a small strip of hair showing where her pleasure piece was hiding.

I wasted no time and started to lick her already hard, wanton clit. She moaned. My hands reached up and took hold of her firm pert breasts; her nipples were hard under her sports bra and needed touching.

I worked my hands under her clothes and bra pulling her tits out free for me to feel. I held them both tight in my hands her nipples growing in my palms.

My tongue went back to work on her pussy. I licked and sucked each lip into my mouth then following them up, spending time on her clit and down the other side licking inside her hole as far as my tongue world reach and back up to her clit again.

‘Oh Bleep Stan Stan. Stan. I going to cum. ohhhhh fuuuccckk.’

I reached for her pillow and flicked it to her, she covered her face as the orgasm hit, her central nervous system exploding throughout her whole body. She shook and convulsed. I pressed harder to her love mound ensuring to keep contact as she bucked and rode my face until her pleasure subsided.

I continued to lick and grabbed my finger and started playing with just the inner edge of her pussy just before her love tunnel opened to her inner well of joy.

'Bleep Stan that’s so fucking good. Wow Bleep yes Stan!'

There was a knock at the door.

‘OK you two, you’re busted.’ I heard Judy say.

I rolled away and tried to shove my hard cock back into my jeans.

Janice laughing at me, as I knocked over a pile of books.

‘Errrr wait a second,’ I yelled.

‘Janice get his cock out of your mouth - Mum is looking for you.’

‘It’s not in my mouth.’ she yelled following with ‘Anymore.’ in a much more quiet tone.

I tossed her pants to her and she put them on.

I was still having trouble getting my cock in and my pants zipped when Janice opened the door.

‘You’re such a bitch Janice.’ said Judy as she watched me zip up my pants.

‘Shut up cow. All’s fair in love and war and that goes for friend fucking as well you know.’ said Janice

She leant in and whispered something to Judy.

‘Really?’ said Judy. I could only imagine she just told her what had happened.

‘Really? Stan?’ she said.

I finished buttoning up my jeans and headed for the door. Janice pointed at her pussy and said

‘To be continued…’

‘How about you come over tomorrow? Mum and Dad are going away for the night - we’ll have the place to ourselves.’

The following evening came and I was waiting in the lounge room when Janice walked in.

‘Hello Stan.’ she said.

She walked in and sat next to me. I looked at her and saw her eyes were filled with want. I kissed her with a fierce passion. She pulled her head back and leant in as if restarting a skipping record.

Her kiss was tender and soft. Her hands reached for my face as she kissed me her tongue soft darted in and out of my mouth softly slowly licking and sucking on my lips - it was so tender not like last night.

I started to undo her buttoned white shirt and I let it fall open her breasts white firm her nipple’s red as her lips stood firm hard waiting to be touched and devoured. I kissed her neck biting hard again - she pulled away.

‘Soft, Stan, soft.’ she said.

I kissed her neck and gave small little bites as I worked along her collarbones and back to her mouth cupping her face in my hand holding her chin I kissed her lips lightly. Then started on down to her chest.

Her nipples stood to attention willing me to suck on them. I licked around the areola and the tip of the nipple softly biting right at the end. I saw her pelvis start to rise as my mouth sucked on one nipple then the other. I started to suck and squeeze a bit harder until she moved my hand away.

‘Soft Stan. Nice and soft.’

I was confused.

This girl that was so hot and willing slapping my face with my hard cock as she shoved it deep into her own throat gagging and then sucking some more. This girl that held my head and bucked bleeped my face better than any bronco we broke in at the farm.

This girl…. It hit me… she wasn’t Janice. She was Judy.

I reached for her hands rubbing them as he laid back her eyes closed enjoying the pleasure my mouth was now giving her nipples. I kissed tenderly as her hands rubbed through my hair. I again reached for her hand and saw the small scar right next to her wrist.

My cocked stiffened and throbbed in my pants. Janice last night tasted so sweet now part two was coming true.

I placed both my hands up her skirt and pulled off her G-string - Judy lifting her hips and helping it on its way. I stopped and looked at her. I know Judy so well for years and I have never seen here eyes like this. Lust filled and totally focused on now.

‘Kiss me Stan.’ she said as she laid down on the lounge. I moved kissing her mouth and placing little star burst kisses around her face. Moving and kissing and licking nibbling her ears she moaned.

The more I focused on her ears the louder she got. I bit at her earlobes softly.

‘Harder Stan just a bit.’

Her words were there but I was lost in my own inner pleasure kissing each section of her and finding what made her squirm my hand now cupping her face as the other rested behind her head.

I kissed her with her slow, long, strong kisses letting our tongues dance together and enjoying the feel of her skin. Her hands reached for me but I had moved and worked my way down her body sucking her hard nipples in my mouth showering her breasts with more star bursts as she grabbed hold of my head and ran her fingers through my hair.

I worked kissing and lightly biting along her sides and over her stomach down to her groin. I sucked and licked slowly along her pleasure mound noticing she was shaped just like her sister but with no clit marking pubes in sight. She was clean, bare and beautiful.

I moved again between her legs lifting one leg over my head as I found her beautiful bliss. I kissed it direct on the pleasure pad and slowly licked down firstly to the left her hand cupped the top of my head on the left side then back over to the right her other had cupping the right side of my hair.

My tongue found her pleasure bud and holding the skin up just above her clit I found her inner love. I lowered my head close she took a deep breath I blew hot air directly on her she moved her hips raising up to try and feel my softness of my tongue.

‘Please Stan pleeeeaaaaase.’ she moaned breathlessly.

I again let my tongue just lick and kiss just beside her direct path to heaven teasing her making her want for this show even more. As I was shown by the country girls - if she wants it Stan she will let you know.

And Judy was letting me know. Her hips were moving, rising up off the lounge looking for my tongue to set her free.

I brought my tongue to rest on her joy, holding it pulsating it with small movements direct on the place she wanted kissed the most. She grabbed hold of my head again.

‘Stan please… Stan!’ her words were more pleading now. ‘Please Stan… do it.’

I started to run my tongue in small circles around her clit slowly, direct, purposeful. I licked not moving my head just working my tongue she grabbed my hair and pulled my head down hard.

‘That’s it don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t …arrrrrgggghhh.’

She came with incredible force squirting her love juice all over the place. It flowed as her orgasm shook her body and her words got lost in moans. A few ‘Stans’ were barely recognizable through the cries of pleasure.

I continued licking her softer and softer as her clit started to oversensitive allowing her still to enjoy her rolling zest until she found her way back to the serenity of her body.

‘Oh Stan that was so good. You soooooooooooo should have showed me that years ago. ‘

‘I know Judy we have to make up for lost time.’

She looked amazed,

'You knew Stan?'

You may be identical but there are so many differences and I know them all. In fact I learnt a few more tonight. I stood and lifted her up noticing her cum juice all over the sofa.

I grabbed her hand and lead her up to my bedroom. It was decked out still for when I was 12 but I liked it this way. Reminded me, of a more peaceful time.

She took the rest of her clothing off I did the same. My cock, half-hard dangled between my legs.

‘Oh wow! Janice was right that’s huge!’ said Judy. She dropped to her knees and crawled to me rubbing her face on my legs kissing them and looking wantingly at me.

‘Stan,’ she said her voice was so sexy I couldn’t wait to Bleep the mouth it was coming out of. ‘Can you lie on the bed for me Stan?’

I walked over and she again crawled over to me. Without any touch my cock hardened. This 19 year old beauty with a cheerleader’s body and long blonde hair spilling over the place was crawling to me lust in her eyes licking her lips.

‘Please she asked again. Please Stan can I suck it?’

‘Sure Judy - enjoy.’

She sat back on her knees as I laid back on the end of my bed. Her mouth engulfed me and she sucked slow and steady. Her hand found my balls and she rolled them around in her fingers slightly pulling them as she sucked my cock as deep into her mouth as possible.

I was lost in the pleasure.

She sucked so different no tongue ring, no ramming my cock down her throat and smacking it across her face, just slow pleasurable strokes moving from cock to my groin and balls and back again until I could stand it no longer.

‘Ok Judy I have to have you.’ I said.

I stood, leant over and picked her up and laid her on the bed. She spread her legs wide as I climbed on top of her. She reached for me.

‘Please Stan let me let me put it in.’ Her pussy was wet and willing and my cock was hard and wanting. She pulled me forward sliding the end of my cock inside her tight sweet pussy. She looked me in the eyes.

‘Stan enjoy. Enjoy me.’

I started to slide my cock into her slowly finding a nice rhythm. At first she could only take part of me. I cupped her face again and she spread her legs a bit wider.

Cumming on my cock as she bucked back into me and I felt her juices squirt out covering the length of my cock. But I continued deeper and deeper until my whole shaft was inside her.

‘Bleep you feel incredible.’ I said.

‘Enjoy Stan. enjoy!’ she came again her pussy convulsing like the rest of her body underneath me.

When she slowed I lifted her legs high on my shoulders and slid my meat back in the pleasure tunnel. I couldn’t hold back much longer I needed to Bleep, to feel the inside of this girl open. Slowly but regularly I increased my pace.

‘Stan, Stan you are so big I am so full!’ she said starting to scream as her eyes rolled back inside her head.

‘Yes! Yes! Stan yes! That’s it. Oh God that’s so good. Do it do me. Do me Stan.’

Her words were ringing in my ears as I felt my balls tense and the juice deep inside them shoot through my system carrying my orgasm as I rhythmically bleeped into Judy’s convulsing tight pussy.

‘Yes! Yes! Yes!’ she screamed.

I came, unloading with full force my slow rhythm had given way to cock milking pounding and Judy was bucking back with interest. We bleeped until I was dry, her cunt milking every last drop deep into her wonderful pleasure giver. I laid down on her then to the side holding her feeling her body twitch as the pleasure ran through her system.

Until after a while, she burst out laughing.

‘I could never fool you Stan.’

I kissed her and said

‘Nope and that’s the way I like it.’

His eyes narrowed and his face grew intense. He pressed his lips against mine and we pushed ourselves against each other, feeling as much flesh as we could. I ran my fingers through his hair and threw my head back as he kissed my neck. The way he grazed my arms gave me goosebumps and the way he kissed me sent me over the edge.
This is a true love sex story. Some girlfriends and I decided to go to Mexico over spring break.

I remember all of us being at Lucy’s house, deciding on which resort to choose. We didn’t have much money to spend, but as soon as I saw Oasis Cancun I had a feeling in my gut that it was the right place to go. We booked our tickets and a few weeks later we arrived at the gorgeous resort.

We spent the first night stumbling around drinking rum and coke and dancing in the ocean. We had sand in our clothes, I’d lost a shoe, and Jessica disappeared for over an hour with some boy, but we were having a great time.

The next morning we were all hung over, but nothing cures a hangover like a nice long nap on the beach.

Shauna, the final girl in our foursome, woke me around lunchtime to grab some pizza with the girls. As we chowed down on the greasy pepperoni and cheese slices, we watched some boys playing volleyball at a nearby net.

At first I thought they all looked cute, but then I realized that I had my eye on one guy in particular. I’m not sure if I liked him because he was the most competitive guy on the team or because he had a picture-perfect body. He looked to be about six feet tall, with tanned skin, slight sunburn on his back and short dark hair.

My friends said I liked that ‘army look’ but what can I say? I have a type.

I finished my pizza all too fast, and before I knew it we were heading back to our beach chairs. After swimming in the ocean and taking a mini photo-shoot of Shauna to send home to her boyfriend, it was time for dinner and the mystery man had disappeared.

For the next few days I kept hoping he’d show up.

Everywhere we went I scanned the room for his tall frame, but he was never there. I was starting to think he’d gone home when I saw him walk into the buffet, wearing a pinstriped dress shirt. He found a table at the opposite end of the hall with his friends, and once again I wasn’t able to speak to him.

We went to the resort’s bar that night and started drinking. As the night started to pass in a blur we were in and out of the club, meeting new people and dancing.

While we were outside chatting with a group of guys from Boston I saw him and his friends walk by. Even though I was talking to someone, I turned and locked eyes with him.

And that was all it took.

I excused myself from my group of friends as he walked towards me. The second he was close to me I felt myself inexplicably being pulled towards him by something deep inside of me.

I was instantly attracted to him, the way he stared down into my eyes, the way he smiled, showing just one dimple. I wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol or the heat or something else, but my head was spinning.

“Do you want a drink?” he asked.

I didn’t really, but I walked to the bar with him and accepted a vodka soda.

“So what’s your name?” I asked.

“Guess,” he teased.

“Frank, Bob, John, Tim, Josh, Mike, stop me whenever I’m getting close,” I answered.

“Well you’ve got all the letters so far,”

“Oh really, so this is a logic problem? Okay give me a minute.” I mulled it over in my mind but my head was swimming. “Is it Rob?”

“Nope sorry, I’m afraid we can’t dance until you find out my name” he joked.

“Well that’s not fair, you don’t know mine.”

“First person to guess the other’s name buys the other a drink”

“It’s an all inclusive resort” I said.

“Not important,” he said with a wink.

“I think I know your name, does it start with ‘M’?”

“You’re too close, it’s my turn, does your name start with an ‘S’” he answered.

“Nope, my name starts with a ‘P’ but my nickname starts with a ‘T’”

I saw Jessica walk over to us from the corner of my eye, before I could say anything she said, “hey Trish, who’s this lovely man?”

“This is...”

“Matt,” he finished.

“So, Patricia,” he said just to me.

As soon as we exchanged names we locked eyes again and Jessica went off dancing with the girls. Matt and I kept chatting until our drinks were finished, it turned out that he lived only an hour away from me, back in Maryland.

He grabbed my hand and pulled me onto the dance floor. We started swaying together to the music. We were there so long, the cheap club CD was on its third time replaying. That’s when we decided to head back to his room.

As soon as we shut the door behind us, there was electricity between us.

The room was warm, the sky was bright from the moon, and he was unbuttoning his pinstriped shirt. He grabbed my lower back and pulled me towards him.

His eyes narrowed and his face grew intense. He pressed his lips against mine and we pushed ourselves against each other, feeling as much flesh as we could. I ran my fingers through his hair and threw my head back as he kissed my neck. I couldn’t see anything clearly but everything I felt was amplified.

The way he grazed my arms gave me goosebumps and the way he kissed me sent me over the edge. I was so excited to be with him I could hardly wait.

He took me out to the balcony, brushed the hair from my face and kissed my cheek and temple and ear.

“You’re beautiful” he told me.

I took his unbuttoned shirt off and I was blown away. I’d seen his body on the beach before but up close it was even more impressive. I wrapped my hands around his back and kissed his lips, letting my tongue taste his.

I pushed him back into the room and jumped on the bed, I couldn’t wait another second. He climbed over me and started to undo the back of my dress. I rolled onto my stomach so he could unzip me easier. As he lowered the zipper he kissed my shoulders and back until I was lying nude on the covers.

There was something different about this man and the way he kissed me. I felt like I could show him my true self. I turned around and rubbed my hands up his body until they reached his neck. I pulled him into me, kissing him, and I felt his hand between my legs.

He entered me with his middle finger and I started to moan in his ear. As his thumb rubbed against my clitoris I arched my pelvis towards him. It felt so good, like he understood my body.

I reached for his pants and unzipped them, then pulled them down as low as they would go. I grabbed his package and we started to pleasure each other in perfect rhythm. When I moved faster he moved faster. We told each other what we wanted through our own actions.

I couldn’t think of anything else besides having him inside of me, so I pulled him on top of me. He gave me a big smile, showing off his one dimple and white teeth, and he went to the nightstand to get a condom. As he prepared himself I rubbed my hands over my firm breasts, massaging them until my nipples were hard.

He positioned himself on top of me and slid inside. From the moment he was inside of me we thrust into each other hard and fast. After only a moment our pacing and breath was entirely in sync. Every time I exhaled, he did as well, and the more I enjoyed it, the louder he was too.

He flipped me over onto my stomach and entered me from behind. We were pounding into each other, both screaming over one another each time our pelvises met. I pushed up onto all fours and whipped my hair back.

“Oh yeah,” we both said, he in a deep moan and I in a high pitched squeal.

“Oh Matt, Oh God,” I could feel myself coming. Before I reached my full climax his hips thrust into me and he let out a low moan as he came inside of me. I ground into him, tilting my pelvis back and forth, until I let out a deep groan of satisfaction and collapsed on to the bed.

We lay their panting for ages. I had no idea what time it was but I didn’t care. I felt absolutely complete.

Matt got up to go to the washroom, but when he came back he lay down next to me naked. He ran his hands down my back and started to massage me. He rubbed my shoulders with his palms and inched his thumbs down my spine, giving me chills.

As I lay there being caressed by his hands, I was overwhelmed by emotion. There was something different about him. I could feel myself falling in love.

The next morning we had breakfast together, and we spent the rest of our vacation time together after that.

I didn’t want to go back home. I was leaving that night and he was leaving the next day. As me and the other girls packed our bags, Matt walked us to the shuttle bus. He helped me load my suitcase and we shared a final goodbye kiss.

I wanted to tell him that I loved him right then and there, but I knew he wouldn’t take me seriously. As I sat starring out the window, he plucked a small daisy from the garden and held it up to the window for me. I had tears in my eyes, and so did my friends. I knew this man was the one for me, and I couldn’t wait to be with him when I got home.

Five years later we got married at that same resort.

As we exchanged vows I told everyone how we found true love at Oasis Cancun. When I kissed my husband all I could think of was that first kiss back in his hotel room.

I felt exactly the same as I did then, and I couldn’t wait to re-enact our first night together back in that same room.

Lionbite:

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AMEN...........shey you opened the story yourself nau? LOL!

He spread my legs further apart and crawled up so his face was right at my pussy. My embarrassment returned and I put my hand over it. He took my hand away and told me how beautiful my pussy was. His finger was stroking up and down lightly between my wet lips. He said he loved watching my lips swell as the blood flowed into them and watch the little droplets of lubricant form as my sexual desire grew. cheating My name is Trish. I just turned 16 last November. It was a cold winter day in December. My girlfriend and next-door neighbor Jen and her single Dad had just taken off on a vacation visiting Jen’s Grandparents. I was playing in the snow building a snowman when a friend of Jen’s Dad stopped in to take in the mail and check on their house.

His name was Dave, probably around 35 years old. We had met several times and he was quite attractive and well built. He waved and said hello as he got out of his car and headed for the mailbox. I waved and we started a conversation about nothing much. He asked if my Mom was at work and I said yea. He said he was checking on the house and asked if I ever smoked pot. I told him I had tried it. Marijuana was quite prevalent in school but I didn’t care for it and hardly ever smoked. He asked if I would like to try some he had picked up. I can’t imagine why I said OK.

He opened the garage door got in his car and drove in the garage as I followed behind. Dave closed the garage door and we entered the house, which was not warm, so he turned the heat up a bit. We went down to the basement and Dave checked the furnace and water pipes. He glanced at the hot water heater and noticed it was still set on high. He started to turn it down to save on energy then glanced up at me sort of smiling and decided not to. We went back upstairs and sat down on the sofa in the living room. I still had my coat on but had kicked off my boots at the entrance of the house.

Dave got up and went to the kitchen and started mixing a drink, rum and coke. He asked if I would like one. I shyly said

"Sure."

Jen and I had drunk quite a bit over the last year or so. My Mom let me have wine at dinner when we went out from time to time and Jen had drunk a few times in front of her Dad. Her Mom hated it when her Dad let her drink but we never had more than one or two at the most.

Dave came back with the drinks and sat down next to me at a comfortable distance. I sipped my drink as he took out a tiny pipe and a small plastic wrap. I noticed the drink was quite strong but it tasted good. Dave lit the pipe taking a drag off of it and handed it to me.

"Hurry before it goes out." he said.

I didn’t really have time to think about it. I took a deep breath full of smoke and almost choked. I think I coughed and sneezed at the same time. We both laughed but I really felt embarrassed. He took the pipe back and took another hit then handed it back to me. I could already feel a flushness coming over me. I took a smaller breath inhaling and feeling the effect right away. I gave it back to Dave and said

"That’s enough for me."


He took another hit and sat the pipe down in an ashtray.

We sat and sipped on our drinks discussing life. Dave said I had grown up to be a very attractive young lady. I thanked him but didn’t really feel that attractive. He asked if I had a boyfriend. I told him I had a few dates with a guy but was not going steady. He asked if I had had sex yet.

Most of the girls had been experimenting but I was still a virgin.

For some reason I didn’t blush at the question but just said;

"No, not yet."

He asked what the other girls thought about their experiences. I answered that most didn’t think it was such a great deal. For some reason talking with him about sex seemed normal. He said with time and experience it would become quite pleasurable. I asked him when he had his first sexual experience. He looked at me a little surprised and said he got a late start. It wasn’t until he was 17 when he was in the Navy.

He said; "with your looks you could have any guy in school."

I said; "Right! I don’t think so."

He looked at me and smiled, shook his head and looked down at the floor. Then stood up and said

"Follow me." as he took my hand and led me into the master bathroom.

He stood next to me in front of the mirror and said

"Look at yourself closely. You have the most beautiful red hair I have ever seen". I could feel his hand gliding down my hair to my shoulders. "Look at those radiant clear green eyes. They are absolutely beautiful. Your nose is perfectly proportioned for your face. Now look at your lips. The top lip is perfectly proportioned to your lower lip at 1.3 times the size. Notice what is called Cupid’s Bow; how the skin in the middle under your nose is like a tear drop with the lips rising around it on both sides and the slight curve of the upper lips as they extend outward. They are young and plump and look so sensual."

He took a finger and wet it in his mouth and lightly glided it across my lips. I felt a little shiver go through me at his touch. I stood there staring at myself in a new way. Everything he said about my face was true. He continued;

"Take your coat off." I threw the coat on the floor. "Take that heavy sweater off".

I looked at him strangely.

He said; "I’m not going to attack you!" and we laughed. I took the heavy sweater off and dropped it on my coat. My turtleneck fit my body closely.

He said; "Look at your body." I could feel my breasts swelling with blood. I had one of those comfortable thin fabric bras on.

" I remember when you were totally flat chested. Look at how your breasts have developed." I looked at his face in the mirror. His eyes were on my nipples trying to burst through my bra. They were showing through my turtleneck like two nubs. I was afraid he was going to touch them but he didn’t. I did feel his groin against my right hip and it sent a shiver up my legs.

He continued on, his hands were now on my waist standing behind me,

"You don’t have an extra ounce of fat on your body and any guy would feel proud to have me in their arms." I felt a lump against my butt, his eyes were still on my nipples. I felt limp. All the admiration and the pot was lingering in my head. I started to retreat to the living room. As I picked up my coat and sweater I heard the water go on in the Jacuzzi tub.

He said; "It's pretty cold outside and not very warm in here. I think I will take a hot Jacuzzi. Want to join me?"

"No I don’t think so" was my reply.

We wandered out toward the living room. He stopped me in the hallway and said "Come on".

I said; "No way! My Mom would kill me and besides you’re too old for me."

Dave said; "Too old for what? What are you planning to do to me in the Jacuzzi?"

I said; "You know what I mean." We went back to the living room and sat down with the hot water running in the tub. I sipped on my drink with naughty thoughts in my head. I was thinking of the night before when I was masturbating in bed.

Dave had to wake me out of my trance. He was talking to me but I hadn’t heard a word. He had slipped closer to me, one of his knees was touching my leg.

'God there’s that feeling in my groin again.' I thought.

He said; "Come on Trish, take a Jacuzzi with me. I won’t do anything you don't want".

I didn’t say no, but just continued with my drink. After a little more conversation and rum Dave stood up and took my hand. I got up trembling.

I said; "I can’t, it’s not right".

He said; "God knows I won’t say a word."

My legs were following him to the bathroom with my hand in his. The tub was about full as he shut the faucet off and felt the water.

He said; "It’s nice and hot". He lifted his sweatshirt above his head "You going in with your clothes on?"

He took off his T-shirt and I looked at his naked chest. I pulled my turtleneck out of my jeans and lifted it over my head. 'Jesus, what am I doing?' I think.

I was fumbling with my jeans button and zipper as Dave sat on the tub and took his shoes off. He stood and undid his pants and let them fall to the floor. He sort of walked out of them as I sat on the tub and pulled my tight jeans off. My hands were shaking.

I looked up at him as our eyes locked on each other. He was in white briefs with a black pouch for his penis. They looked quite neat. His body was athletic - about six feet tall. I could see the bulge in his briefs. I stood up afraid to take anything else off. I was standing in my bra and panties looking at this almost naked man.

I watched as his thumbs slipped under the elastic band and he bent down as his briefs went to his feet. He walked out of his underwear towards the tub. He nearly touched me as he walked by. I stared at a man’s penis and balls for the first time. It wasn’t that attractive I thought to myself. The hair around his privates was close cut, but not shaved.

She jumped off and knelt on the side of the bed. She has learnt her position well. As I walked behind her cunt was placed exactly where my cock would meet it, no need to stretch on my tip toes or scrunch down. I felt her back with my two hands rubbing her butt cheeks as I went. Her pussy was sodden and ready willing to take me inside. cheating
Once inside after my taxi Mouth Action, I went straight to the shower.

I had a quick wash and then found Jane in her bed fucking her sweet hole with her blue bird vibrator. And make no mistake she was fucking herself good. She jammed her cunt and moaned as the whole 8 inches disappeared inside her.

I closed the door to her room behind me blocking out noise from other apartments. Her nipples were standing on end waiting to be touched, craving my mouth or fingers.

Throwing my towel on the bed I started to suck her left nipple until it was hard in my mouth as my fingers rubbed across the other one. Her moans were getting even louder now. Still sucking and now starting to nibble a bit alternating from left to right and back again I reached down and started to play with her engorged clit.

Every so often I slid two fingers into her mouth to suck the juice off them and to keep her mouth warm. She came again squirting her juice everywhere. I want your cock in me Bleep me, I want you to Bleep me so bad baby come on give it to me.

Not one to stick a mongrel cock inside someone I tell her to suck me more first and get me hard. She does, jumping around the bed to get into position. I thought I heard some noise outside but we were in an apartment there are always people coming and going and doors opening and closing so I ignored it.

Jane had my cock hard now so and I told her to get on and have a ride. She climbed on top and slid her wet sodden hole over my cock. Slowly I saw the whole shaft disappear as she lowered herself onto me.

‘Oh Bleep yep I love your cock in side me. Bleep me. Spread me baby. Oh yes, yes, yes!’ she said over and over as she slid up and down cuming again and again drenching me again with her juices.

Her job done and my cock hard I wanted to Bleep.

‘Get ready babe. It’s my turn’

She jumped off and knelt on the side of the bed. She has learnt her position well. As I walked behind her cunt was placed exactly where my cock would meet it, no need to stretch on my tip toes or scrunch down. I felt her back with my two hands rubbing her butt cheeks as I went. Her pussy was sodden and ready willing to take me inside.

I threw one of my ties around her neck for later then grabbed my shaft and split her pussy open. With just my head sitting Jane came - her whole body shaking. And then as she started to come down I shoved my full shaft inside feeling my balls slap her clit over and over.

It was not slow and nice. It was hard-raw fucking. I was pounding her hole like a jackhammer through concrete. Relentlessly I grabbed her hips and pulled her into my cock as I jabbed in with my body.

‘Bleep yeh! Come on baby take that cock. Get it inside you!’ Jane responded by bucking back harder of her own accord.

‘Bleep me, Bleep me, please please! I love it lovvvvvvvvvv…’ she came in mid sentence shuddering through her whole body sending waves and waves of pleasure through her soul.

Her orgasm set off a cataclysmic explosion of pleasure of immense proportions. She was grabbing me and milking my cock with uncontrolled pussy motion that she could just let happen.

I slid my cock out of her and placed the tip at the entrance to her arse.

‘Not tonight baby.’ she begged ‘It’s so sore form last night give me rest. I promise next time you can dump in my arse again.’

Annoyed I relented and slid back inside her cunt.

This time I grabbed the tie that was around her neck and slid part of into her mouth as if holding a rein. Jane's pussy muscles were already starting to work their magic again around my harden shaft. Clenching and pulling with every stroke I drove into her once again.

She screamed

‘Bleep me baby Bleep me harder use me for what you need. Use my Bleep hole.’

I released one hand from her now grinding hips and spanked her arse from side to side until her cheeks were red.

‘Yes more thank you please more.’

I was in full motion now riding her like a jockey. She came again and again each rolling into the next. She yelled at me to cum in side her.

‘Blow baby. Come on blow inside me. I want you to cum. Please, please baby. I can’t take any more.’

Her wish was my command. I shot wads of cum deep inside her again and again until my balls were empty and my body was spent.

We rolled together on the bed pulling the covers over us. I held Jane running my hands all over her body lightly. Pleasure waves were still rolling through our systems when she reminded me she was leaving early in the morning.

Before long we drifted of to sleep satisfied for now anyway.