Julie's left hand immediately grasped the base of his shaft while her right hand continued to stroke him with hard, rapid movements. She moved her head back slightly and to the left in order to get a better view of his orgasm. "Catch it! Catch it!" she screamed, as I watched Craig's entire body freeze under the girl's insistent tugging. The first spurt of...
Jen's back in the saddle. Ginny is too but not the way she'd prefer this time around. Never mind, she'll get over it as the series continues to unfold. Part 4, Resurrection, revolved around Jen's and Michael's recovery after sacrificing themselves for science in Gone for Six. Jen, freshly returned from their sojourn three hundred years in the future, takes...
I'd like to give a huge thanks to rnebular for again taking the time to edit what turned out to be a longer story and providing insightful suggestions, which improved the story. For the nitpickers, I'm aware Green Bay cheerleaders aren't as described, but took some creative license because I wanted to use them as the team in the story. Also, the one play tha...
All characters are 18 years of age or older. * It is with a heavy heart that I set out to commit these words to paper. Mine is not an easy tale to tell, and the reader will be forgiven for disbelieving this report, since it stretches credulity to beyond what even the most gullible would consider plausible. Furthermore, my words are all that I have, and no...
Author's Notes: The inspiration for this story came from reading comments posted to one MSTarot's stories, lamenting its poor grammar, while itself being even less grammatically correct! It is dedicated to all those authors who have given me such enjoyment with their offerings -- MSTarot, DQS, Rehnquist (where are you?), SS06 and others. Like the stories I...
Many afternoons Paul Cantor stood at his office window in the English Department and looked down at the campus below watching the students walking to their classes, some riding bicycles, others romantically holding hands, some sitting on the benches or along the wall of the large circular fountain sending splashing rainbows of water into the air. This day, h...
Copyright Otto26 Thanks to my editor, snooper, who puts up with my eccentric punctuation. Thanks also to those of you who read these stories and send me constructive feedback. If you haven't read the first two installments of this you're going to more than a little lost. Take a look at them at my profile page. * The catamaran raced across the blue waters o...
Bolivia, 1983 Summer knew that something was wrong the second she saw Otoniel dash out of the jungle towards her. His eyes were as wide as dinner plates and the color had completely gone out of his skin. He was panting too hard to shout anything at either Summer or Russ, but there was a sense of panic that had completely engulfed him. "Walter," Summer gue...
"I'm sorry. It's insanely crowded. Would you mind if I sat down here?" she asked. "No. Of course not. Yeah, it really is busy," he replied. "Where are you headed?" she asked as she set her purse down before taking the only available seat. "Ohio. I'm an Ohio State alumnus and I'm heading back to attend my 20th reunion," he told her. "How about you?" "That...
On the third Sunday in September, outside Los Angeles in the hills of Sherman Oaks, two beautiful wives in their late twenties lounged by an Olympic-sized swimming pool. They were at Jan Marshall's home and Sandy Carter lived next door. "It's as hot as a day in July," said Jan, who swept locks of her luxurious auburn hair from her face and tucked them behin...