Yrba's Travels, Pt.8 — The Living Cauldron by Paul Gerard (a pen name) ~ Part 8 of a 12-part tale, laced heavily with lesbian encounters and strange transformations. ~ A word of warning, before you even start reading: A lot of what happens in this story focuses on the rather weird fetish of Breast Expansion (BE) -- from A to D, and occasionally up to a...
Chapter 6 Declarations and Dinner The curtains had closed and the lights above gradually brightened just a little, then I was given several minutes to compose myself and return to reality before Hanna came back into the room. 'Now you know a little of what we can do Mac.' she said softly. 'I hope you enjoyed the performance, we try to tailor these things t...
I asked her in later times if it was ever tight or caused discomfort. She always assured me that it was her sole beloved possession though it was never hers. It was never a burden. I met her accidentally at an airport, one of the smaller European ones. She was sitting alone in the boarding lounge sobbing. Her shoulder length auburn hair was tangled, what ma...
I joined the Air Force in 1988 at the age of 19 with a guaranteed job of Aeromedical Specialist, which at the time had an Air Force Specialty Code of 4F0X1. I was excited as hell to both get out of my small hometown which offered a high school graduate nearly very little when it came to job opportunities, and nothing along the lines of excitement either. Joi...
Please read the previous chapters. I will write a chapter as often as possible. Please be patient. If you enjoyed this tale please take a moment and rate it. This chapter is an edited DRAFT and part of an evolving book. With each chapter you are coming along on my ride as I develop my story. Final edits will happen when the book is complete. I am writer and...
Chapter 02: Ian and Marie's Affair Is Discovered Ian and Marie stole time together throughout the rest of the summer whenever they could. On those rare occasions when Ian's family was all out for the day, and he was at home, the lovers would meet at his house for an hour or so of impassioned loving and fucking. The sex at these times was always incredibly h...
It was an autumn afternoon and the wind had a brisk bite as it blew across the steadily emptying parking lot of William Jefferson Clinton High School. Gretchen Ames did not feel the chill however, despite the fact that the cheerleader's uniform she was wearing was so very brief. The passionate, hungry kisses being pressed to her lips alone would have probab...
WARNING TO READERS - This is a long, rambling, multi-part story and VERY British. The individual chapters will make more sense if read in sequence. Pt. 17 The Secret Desires of Schoolgirls I was woken by the telephone ringing at eight o'clock on Sunday morning. It was Maggie calling to say that she was already at Calais and waiting to board the morning fe...
This chapter is not meant to stand alone. Please begin at the beginning to appreciate this tale. Tuesday, October 23 I awoke to the delight of having moist lips around my cock. Before opening my eyes I lay there absorbing and enjoying the wonderful wake-up call. As I opened my eyes they focused up the gleaming brown eyes of Katrina. "Mmm, you taste good....
Authors note: Horner Springs is a collective concept as discussed in thread "The Birth of Horny Town U.S.A" thread started by litfan10 in the Authors' Hangout forum. Authors who add to this will pay at least lip service to the other Author's creations and may share characters. My contribution is part of a series of stories that will use your feedback to adva...