** Inspired by the series To Bask in Breastford by Bustyalix ** BALLOONVILLE Three Miles Ahead Our Little Town Will Blow You Away! Balloonville? Had he read that right? Jeff was tempted to stop, back up, and read the sign again, but the sun was already dipping perilously close to the treetops. He figured he had around a hundred miles to get to Globe Falls...
"FINE THEN! YA DAMN BITCH!" Coach Steven Blue shouted into his phone. How did we get to this? All he had done was ask his wife to mapquest Deeville for him. It was bad enough he had to ask for help, but he had to deal with his nagging wife as well? He closed the flip to his cell phone and shrugged his sholders. He was in the middle of nowhere. The map he...
Note, I would like to thank bustyalix for all the kind words of encouragement about my writing. As I ended the last chapter: Betty and Joe were getting ready to head home and just Sally, Elna and myself had the cabin to ourselves for Monday. We all sat and talked about the good times we had together Sunday for over an hour and we were wondering when we...
"The nerve of that man!" Natalie Knockers straightened her blouse out over her large chest. "Come, Natalie. You know it was an accident." Paula Swanson insisted. She and her best friend Natalie were driving to the main offices of the the Breastford school district. The offices were conveniently located across the campus; they were designed to be almost on...
The night grew darker as Coach Blue drove his car down what seemed to be an abandoned road. Autumn colored leaves covered the entire length of the trail like a blanket. Of course, it had to have been a road at one point. But now all you could make of it were crushed leaves. And it wasn't the only road, either. The trees hid some 100 similar looking roads, ea...
As they drove into the quiet little town of Breastford both Coach Blue and Gretchen immediately began looking around. Coach Blue pit his eyes against the darkness to see if what Gretchen had said back at the store was true. He knew it was late, but it wasn't all that late. He strained his eyes trying to find a woman doing some evening errands. Gretchen, on...
This is a continuation of a story I read some years ago. It was one of the first erotic stories I ever encountered, and probably the one story to inspire me to write my own. I wish I could tell you what it was called or even give credit to the original author, but I can't do either of those things as that knowledge escapes me (I don't recall a title or autho...
"Steeeven…" It took a while for Coach Blue's eyes to adjust to the darkness, but once they did he realized that it was well worth the wait. The silhouettes of three beautiful, busty young women stood in the distance gesturing for him to come. The coach strained his eyes and squinted in an effort to assess the situation. Even though the three girls w...
It was a beautiful day in Breastford as Paula Swanson showed Coach Steven Blue around the town of Breastford. Everywhere he looked Coach Blue saw nothing but busty, well-endowed women; none of them out of shape. Driving, walking, exercising (he really enjoyed seeing them exercise), they seemed to be all around him. Indeed, he seemed to be swimming in an ocea...
"This place is cold. It gives me the creeps." Natalie Knockers was pacing back and forth on the white tiles of a very large living room floor. The ceiling stood some fifty feet above her, and she guessed that it probably went on for a mile. Paula Swanson was sitting on a red couch, which appeared to be some sort of velvet, shaking her head at Natalie in d...