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BFORE YOU POST, KNOW THIS! Cowboy!6UZGZTHCak ## Mod ## 10/06/30(Wed)19:25 No. 8547 ID: 5eefb3 [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts] Stickied

ALL REQUESTS FOR STORIES OR STORY CONTENT ARE TO GO IN THIS THREAD! ALL STORY REQUESTS NOT POSTED IN THIS THREAD WILL BE DELETED AND THE POSTER MAY BE BANNED. ALL COMMENTS QUESTIONS, AND OTHER OF THE LIKE ARE TO GO HERE AS WELL! Also, if you don't have constructive comments, keep them to yourself. Or you'll get banned for being an ass. This is not /b/, you have been warned.

Make sure that you check out http://asstr.org or http://storiesonline.net, or any other of the fine erotic literature sites, or GOOGLE IT! THEY MAY HAVE THE STORY ALREADY THERE!…Where ever that may be….Also, any plagiarism will result in a BAN!


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Anonymous 15/01/18(Sun)20:57 No. 23133 ID: 2785b3

>>22063
Also looking for this, just spent a good hour trying to find on google, this was the only thing to do with it.




READ BEFORE POSTING! Cowboy!6UZGZTHCak ## Mod ## 10/06/30(Wed)19:11 No. 8546 ID: 5eefb3 [Reply] Locked Stickied

This is a thread for ALL AUTHORS and READERS. Though you are not required to, I would recommend that you save your story in a post able form, this is to ensure that your story stays preserved and that if 7chan is to go down AGAIN. Also, if anyone has something available as far as web space for an archive, please e-mail me at 1subject@live.com.
I also recommend to everyone that you visit us at the IRC at irc.7chan.org in /elit/ channel. Research it and please stop in, any questions you have about well, ANYTHING can be answered there. There are many good different types of IRC clients, some can attach right onto your browser. So find one and set it up.
3litchan is gone as far as I know. Don’t asking nothing more, ‘cause on that subject….I don’t know nothing’, I just work here.
Adios,
Cowboy




Roommates (loli) Anonymous 12/10/06(Sat)11:32 No. 17319 ID: 5c8966 [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]

It all started when I was 19, in my first semester at college. I'd moved away from home and into my first apartment, and got my first roommate as well. He was a year younger than me, but unlike me he hadn't spent a year after graduating highschool saving up his money for tuition and rent. His parents died in an avalanche at a ski resort, and between their considerable savings and the payout from the life insurance, he could afford college and not have to work for years. I hadn't known it when I met him at orientation and we decided to share an apartment, but he also had custody of his 11 year old sister.

The apartment was big, and nicer than I could have ever afforded on my own, so all three of us had separate bedrooms (hers was supposed to be a laundry room or something originally.). I also discovered my roommate was a bit of a dick who neglected his little sister.

I don't think it was intentional, more a result of losing his parents and having to adjust his plans for the future to revolve around caring for his sibling, and he probably wasn't ready for that sort of responsibility. But unless he needed to give her a ride or buy her something she needed, he basically didn't interact with her. He also barely did anything with me; maybe once a week he'd play video games with me, but he spent nearly all his time in class or shut in his room studying.

His little sister was cute, with her blue eyes, freckles, and short, light brown hair, but obviously way too young for me. She didn't play with dolls or anything, so I guess she was mature for her age, but she also spent all her time shut in her room when she wasn't at school. And I don't think she had any friends at her new school either.

After a month or so with my new roommates, we'd settled into a routine. If they weren't exactly friendly, they weren't bad either; quiet, clean, and they were the only way I could afford a really nice apartment just a block from campus.

I wish I'd known then what I know now. It'd have saved me a lot of grief.


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Anonymous 15/01/16(Fri)02:14 No. 23118 ID: a00fa8

i blew the biggest load reading this, pretty hard to fap and read


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Anonymous 15/01/16(Fri)19:15 No. 23122 ID: 6ba2ee

dont loose hope folks, op will lead us to glory

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gur8ccqrQ9c


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OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 15/01/26(Mon)01:07 No. 23157 ID: ad02ce

I crouch in the corner, tense, heart pounding, trying not to hyperventilate. The waiting, the anticipation, always gets to me. I quietly thumb back the hammer.

The bandit, bearded and smelling like unwashed hobo crotch, walks into the room, clearly expecting it to be empty. He has a momentary look of surprise before I fire a 26.5mm flare into his chest.

Taking two MRE crackers and a ration bar, I make s'mores over the crackling fire burning in his chest cavity. Then, satisfied that my perimeter is once again secure, I sit down with my snack and futilely wipe dust and grease from the dim monitor before me.

Then I crack my knuckles and the ancient keyboard begins clacking.

IT IS TIME.

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Gentlemen, I have begun the next chapter of Roommates. I need to refresh my memory of where I'm at in the story; once that's finished, your patience shall be rewarded.
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Anonymous 14/01/06(Mon)22:01 No. 20604 ID: 9f21ec [Reply]

JENNY, part 1

I'd just graduated from University at the age of 21, and taken a job at a local bar for some cash to keep me going while I was job hunting. There were very few young drinkers there; most were men in their 60s or 40/50 year old couples. As a young, handsome guy, I got a lot of attention from the women in their 40s, and often returned that attention with some harmless flirtation. All in good fun, just a way to pass the time in a menial job.

After a while I started drinking there; it was the nearest bar to home after all, and I often got bought drinks by the manager or the regulars. It was in this fashion that I met a few of the 'younger' regulars: a couple in their late 30s, a single 40 year old woman called Carly and a 28 year old guy who all drank together a few nights a week. I started to join them and got to know them all quite well. The couple, Ed and Christy, had recently fostered a 15 year old girl, Jenny, and were desperate to get out for a proper night out and were regularly discussing needing a babysitter. Being a low-paid barman, I offered to look after Jenny for a night as I was desperate for some extra cash.

I'd met Jenny a couple of times at the bar and she was a nice girl; a little bit hyper and excitable but there was nothing wrong with that - she was still a young teenager after all. She always seemed happy to see me and i was always happy to chat to her - i was the nearest to her age, so i just assumed she was eager to talk to someone who wasn't at least 20 years older than her. I'd never really looked at her properly before - why would I really? - but one day I was walking through town and saw her in her school uniform; she had a green skirt and tights, showing off her slim legs, with some slight curves where her muscles were being to develop. Her top half was covered with a big baggy jumper, as usual, so I couldn't tell how she looked there. I didn't think much of it then, as I knew she was too young, and I saw teenage girls in their uniforms all the time - why should this one be any different?

Anyway, the night of the babysitting rolled around and I heard over to Ed and Christy's house. When I got there, the couple were getting ready, and Jenny was watching TV, wearing a baggy hoodie and sweat pants. She waved and gave me a big smile, as Christy took me to one side.

"Thanks for helping us out," she said. I looked at her up close. She'd really dressed herself up, wearing a nice dress that showed ample cleavage, and her hair was wavy, framing a pretty face which had a small amount of makeup on. I'd always appreciated older women, and mainly watched MILF porn, so when I first saw Christy I noticed her massive breasts, curvy body and pretty face highlighted by bright blue eyes, and so had fapped to her a few times. I made a mental note of how she looked for later on.

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Anonymous 14/09/18(Thu)15:52 No. 22457 ID: b07e95

more


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Anonymous 15/01/15(Thu)03:15 No. 23112 ID: 5099d7

Man, OP back again. It's been so hard to find time to finish the story. I've been plugging away at it for months. Here's the next installment...

CHRISTY, part 2

While I sucked on her quickly hardening nipples, I slid her pants off. As soon as they were off, one of my hands went straight to her panties. I rubbed Christy’s pussy from outside her panties, at the same time I kept kissing her breasts. Her skin was so smooth it was driving me wild; I could feel my cock throbbing inside my jeans as months of lust was coming towards satisfaction. I could feel Christy’s panties getting damper, so I stopped briefly to pull off my pants. As she lay back on the sofa, I saw her eyes work down my body and stop at my groin – my cock was bulging against my boxers, and she stared at it for a while. I climbed back on to the sofa and on top of her, then removed her panties. She was now naked beneath me and as I resumed kissing her, I cupped one of her boobs with my left hand and slipped my right one down to her pussy. Her damp cunt got me riled up and my hand slipped between her lips and on to her clitoris. As I massaged both that and her breast, Christy pushed her groin back against my hand as her body started writhing slightly with the pressure. As this happened Christy started rubbing my cock through my boxers.

Just as with her foster-daughter, I wanted to taste this beautiful woman’s pussy, so before she could start tugging me off, I worked my way down her curvy body with my mouth, sucking her tits on the way before softly kissing the smooth, soft skin of her torso before arriving at a clean shaven cunt. I could smell her flowing juices, luring me in with that aroma, her pussy lips slightly parted and my tongue flicked out to her clit. Using my tongue, I spread her labia completely apart, allowing my tongue access to her mound. At first, I licked her slowly, applying gentle pressure as my tongue worked up and down her clit; the soft moans coming from above my head told me that Christy was enjoying this. This got me even hornier and encouraged my tongue to start flicking at her mound quicker. As my tongue flitted around her clit I introduced my fingers, slowly massaging her labia while working them further open, before slipping one of my fingers inside her moist slit. I worked my tongue faster as I pushed my finger in and out of her pussy, which elicited a very positive reaction; her body began gyrating and moans of pleasure were escaping her mouth.

Christy’s body started gyrating and shuddering more and more, but before she could come, she tapped me on my head and told me to stop. I looked up at her from between her legs. “Come upstairs, Dave, let’s get more comfortable.” I stood up and she took my hand, leading me upstairs to her bedroom. I watched her naked, curvy ass sway from side to side as she walked up the stairs ahead of me; I couldn’t take my eyes off it. When we got t Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Anonymous 15/01/25(Sun)23:22 No. 23156 ID: 5099d7

More OP. I got so hard reading the Jenny section. Held off as long as I could but picturing Christy made me cum buckets.




The Club 2013 wondash!v4DxM5avR6 13/05/08(Wed)23:26 No. 18894 ID: cfb7ee [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]

My stories tend to involve women placed into sexual situations against their will (nc). Often the physical restraints and stimulation involve racks and machines of one kind or another. I don't consider myself a great (or even good) writer. I just write what turns me on. My first story about “the Club” was written back in 1996. This story was started in 2010 and continues to refine the Club world. I've completed about 10 (short) chapters. Here's the first chapter. If people seem interested, I'll post some more.


The Club 2010


Chapter 1

I heard about this place called the Club, that's the name, just 'the Club'. A business associate of mine told me a story over a few beers while we were at a conference in Dubai. He had been told about this club from a supposed member. Names are never discussed, so if you tell my story, please, never mention my name.

So anyway, back to the Club. My business associate (friend) tells me he heard about this place where all the women are sex slaves for the clients. But these girls are not just acting or into this kind of stuff. They're all kidnapped and somehow turned into sexual nymphs. All ages (above some cutoff) and all types of girls! I asked him if he knew where the place was, or how to become a member, but my friend's friend wouldn't say. It seems you need to be invited.

For the next few months I occasionally searched the internet for clues to the Club. But given that the name was rather generic, the queries were useless. To be honest, I wasn't even sure I believed it existed. Still, I was intrigued by the thought that this place could fulfill a sexual fantasy of mine. For now, let's leave it at that.

Eventually, I started to drop little hints about the Club whenever I was on business out of the country. I'd be talking with someone at bar and ask “Have you ever heard of this place called The Club?” “It's like a gentlemen's club, very exclusive and very secretive.” Nobody knew anything – or at least that's what they would say.
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Anonymous 14/12/31(Wed)11:39 No. 23040 ID: 43befb

I had been waiting for so long but the post was so short! I do love where it is going though.


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Chapter 27 wondash!v4DxM5avR6 15/01/06(Tue)05:25 No. 23074 ID: 63bf29

Chapter 27


As we moved down the hallway and back into the elevator, Tripp asked “What do you think of our dairy farm so far?” “You’re a psychopath Tripp.” “I like to think of myself as a genius. You can’t imagine how much money this dairy generates. Do you know there are some wine connoisseurs who will only serve cheeses from the Club Dairy when drinking a vintage wine?” My mind wandered and I thought to myself; it’s funny how your perspective changes based on the situation. Were I not currently strapped naked to this rolling table, I probably wouldn’t think twice about what I was witnessing. In fact I know I would have been aroused. “What, nothing more to add Jack?” He waited but I did not respond. “You’re really becoming a bit of a bore Jack.” “Like I said, just get on with it asshole, flip the switch.” “Really? You don’t want to see the actual milking process? Amanda, what do you think, should we continue with the tour?” “Whatever you wish sir.” “Hear that Jack, whatever I wish! Amanda, come put Jacks dick in your mouth.”

Amanda kneeled down in front of me. I was flaccid, but pain or no pain; her warm wet mouth changed that almost instantly. She was very good. “Jack, think about this, I could have your sister giving you a blow job and I bet you would still get off. Or better yet, what if I let Susan give me a blow job and you watch?” “F-fuck you.” “You’re like a broken record Jack. Amanda, let’s move on.” I involuntarily thrust my hips forward, wanting the release that would not come. “I’m sure you’re going to like this next room.” The elevator doors opened on the opposite side and I was backed out.

Before turning around, all I could hear were the sounds. It was a cacophony of moaning, screaming, crying, and sucking. Plus there were mechanical sounds; humming, pumping, and hydraulic hissing. I rotated around. The room was like a warehouse, two stories high and huge. Coiled tubes and hoses stretched down form overhead girders. Insulated pipes connected various machines with vapor or ice forming at different sections and elbows. Off to the sides were empty transport racks. Workers were everywhere, mostly women wearing tight white shorts. And of course there were the milking stations. Each had pumps, stainless steel tanks, and control consoles situated along side. The workers moved from station to station, monitoring the consoles and occasionally making adjustments.

And then there were the poor girls. Eight in a row, mounted on the milking stations. I was facing their backsides. Each was restrained in the rigid frame. The cuffs around their ankles were mounted to brackets atop steel pipes jutting from the floor. A third pipe was visible forward of the other two, attached to the brace at their stomach. The mounted girls leaned forward, about forty-five degrees, breasts hanging down. Between the pipes supporting their l Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Anonymous 15/01/25(Sun)12:42 No. 23155 ID: 4c32e2

Oh Man. ETA on the next chapter?




young neighbor ch1 (futa on male) wut 12/07/18(Wed)08:46 No. 16682 ID: aecf9f [Reply]

Okay, trying again with hopefully correct formatting.

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Cameron Dodges, 22 years old, had been in his new house for a week before he saw his pretty neighbor. He’d moved into the nicely landscaped, gated community with just his 2000 pickup and his belongings, which all fit in the bed of the truck. Moving from the college dorm to a real, two-bedroom townhouse meant he didn’t have much – not even enough to fill up an entire room. He’d already ordered new furniture and he planned to have his new home completely set up within a month.

Graduating near the top of his class with a degree in Finance, he’d landed a great job at a boutique investment banking firm. The firm was small, but its clients were very large and he was already planning on how he’d use his newfound income to live in relative luxury. He’d worked hard all through college, and now it was time to reap the rewards. He only had a few years to enjoy it before going back to graduate school anyway. Getting the MBA meant he’d be able to move up to manager, then VP.

He’d just pulled into the driveway and was about to run into the house to escape the freezing cold air when he saw a good looking young woman in the yard next door, pulling down Christmas lights. She was a little thin for his tastes; he liked thicker, curvier women. That was probably because it was the type of woman he never ended up with. He had the face and body that only drove young girls and older cougars wild.

Cameron was 5’7’’ and 135 pounds, with fair hair, blue eyes and the pretty-boy face of boy band member. He hated to admit it, but with his inability to produce much facial hair and his babyish face, he could still pass as a high school kid. For this reason he made a conscious effort to dress in expensive, tailored clothes and develop a confident, smooth-talking persona. He hated being treated like a kid, and did everything in his power to seem more mature.

He hadn’t met anyone in this new city, and he really wanted to go on some dates before he started his new job, so he crossed the snow-covered lawn to his neighbor’s yard. The girl was wearing white tights under a festive plaid skirt, with a red cashmere sweater over a white button down shirt. As he approached he saw that although she was thinner and shorter than he preferred, she did have some wonderful curves to her.

The young lady appeared to be about 18 or 19 and was 5’6’’ with long, brunette hair and dark green eyes. Cameron saw her body from the side as she pulled the lights off the bushes. The sweater hugged her body tightly, accentuating her thin waist and the large breasts pushing out above. He also saw from the way her knee-length skirt gripped her behind, that the girl had a well-developed ass. Actually, he reconsidered, she’s pretty fucking hot.[i/]
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Anonymous 14/08/12(Tue)01:07 No. 22244 ID: 6c388b

>>18749

Please, man, keep going.


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Anonymous 15/01/20(Tue)01:41 No. 23140 ID: 6be08f

le bump?


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Anonymous 15/01/23(Fri)23:12 No. 23154 ID: 9809f3

Holy shit this is good. Moar?




Hall monitor (mind control, f/m, maybe f/f, fair amount of story) Paz 15/01/19(Mon)03:39 No. 23136 ID: ebd7e7 [Reply]

School let out for the day, and ready to meet the unruly throngs of St. Mary's Private Catholic Academy was Meagan Scuderi. The cost of enrollment here attracted a certain kind of student: the entitled and jaded, those raised amid decadence and conservative tradition. The combination of those things and the religious affiliation of the school tended to bring out the worst in those who went here.

Despite these factors, Meagan felt herself an unspoiled beacon of hope here. She was in key club and varsity choir. She helped out at pep rallys and worked in the front office whenever she wasn't in class. The adults seemed to like her, or at least liked handing her responsibilities, and that meant that her peers found her obnoxious at best.

She didn't let herself dwell on the fact that no guy had come anywhere near her since the 6th grade. The reason wasn't that she didn't take care of herself. Meagan prided herself on both her sense of fashion and on the strides she'd made in crossfit. In fact, the person she spoke to the most often was the personal trainer at the gym her dad had agreed to pay for last summer. Finding herself growing more distant from all of her peers, she could count on one hand the number of classmates she even talked to regularly.

Distracted by a couple of freshmen boys shoving into an 8th grader, she nearly missed the cloud of smoke that came fromt he far end of the hall she was supposed to be watching.

Meagan shouted, "Hey, I see you. Stop that!", and was shocked when Darren Appleby looked back over his shoulder and took a drag from his cigarette. Two of the cheer girls shoved past her on their way to the buses downstairs, nearly knocking her over, and Darren moved quickly down the hall toward the parking lot.

She had lost sight of him but ran down the hall after him, knowing where he was probably going. The bad kids always went behind the building to smoke until Phillip Horning's sister showed up to pick them up. She rounded the corner and as the general chatter fell away behind her, she shoved her way through the door into the stairwell and shouted in surprise as the door rebounded immediately, knocking her sideways into the handrail.

Meagan only barely caught herself before running face-first into it. Laughter immediately ensued and she whirled around to see Darren, Phillip and Ben Goodwin cracking up at her expense.

"I'm writing all three of you up!" she shouted, fuming mad that, even in private school, there were these types that loved to try and get the best of those who always tried so hard.
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Anonymous 15/01/19(Mon)23:15 No. 23139 ID: 4c2b43

Great story.


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rin!y7chl82msE 15/01/20(Tue)08:20 No. 23142 ID: 8b1ade

Nice so far. I enjoy the pacing. Keep it up!


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Paz 15/01/23(Fri)18:23 No. 23153 ID: ebd7e7

Repacking her suitcase at Andrea's, she realized how much stuff she had acquired since moving in only three short weeks ago. She had replaced most of her boring white underwear with all sorts of styles and colors. She didn't like the way the really skimpy ones wedged between her buttcheeks, but they were the only way to keep from having a giant panty line whenever she wore yoga pants out places. Besides, they were beginning to feel more natural.

Her uniforms were all in a pile in the back of the guest room closet at Andrea's and she wasn't really planning on wearing them again. She couldn't use her ability to control situations as fluidly as her friend yet, but she felt confident that she could get out of basic rule infractions at school. Meagan couldn't see herself wearing that uncomfortable get-up day in and day out anymore: The scratchy pleated skirt, the starch white blouse and the little black flats that cramped her toes.

Her dad pulled up in the driveway and Meagan had to lay across her suitcase to get the zipper to close. The makeup and hair products she was using now had eaten up all of the extra pockets. A shopping trip with Andrea meant that all of the people offering samples flocked straight to you and when it came time to check out, everything turned out to be free. She hurried and tidied up what she could before he had a chance to ring the doorbell, but after a few minutes, she realized it had never rung.

She looked out of the window and saw her dad's white Corolla still parked there in front of the closed garage doors, but her father wasn't there. What was he up to? Looking out the windows upstairs, he didn't seem to be lost in the front like some of the delivery people sometimes were. She went downstairs and he didn't try to go around to the back door and accidentally end up in the pool area like guests sometimes did.

A motion light clicked on outside the floor-to-ceiling dining room windows and she saw him trying to move quietly around the side of the house. He was hunched over as though he were trying to stay out of sight, but there wasn't anything for him to hide behind and she was standing there in the dark dining room watching him. He cupped his hands over his eyebrows and looked in through the slightly tinted glass.

She was standing right there and waved to him, muttering "Uh yeah, I can see you" to herself. Pointing over to the back porch, she directed him to the door and let him in.

He gave her a quick hug and looked around, impressed, "Wow, so this is where Andrea Duvall lives?"

Meagan nodded, "Yeah, can you help me with my suitcase? It's so heavy."
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Fucking Appendix(now with editing) Soli 14/08/07(Thu)06:52 No. 22201 ID: cd8c01 [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]

Hey guys. Soli again. At least a couple people seemed interested in the rough draft for the first chapter of Fucking Appendix I posted yesterday. So as promised, here is the edited first chapter, along with the second. If you like it, let me know. If its a piece of shit, let me know that too. Either way, be sure to check back often, as I will likely be updating frequently with new chapters. Once again, I give you Fucking Appendix. Hope you enjoy.
I read the words on the screen again, sure I must be misreading them. They couldn't say what I thought they did, and yet there they were.

"Do as I say, or Eve dies."

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I guess it really started the day my little sister, Eve, came down with appendicitis. Even though she was three years younger, fourteen to my seventeen, we were always close, possibly owing to the fact we were both enrolled in an online form of homeschooling. That meant that for most of our lives, we were each other's only constant contact, and I always thought of her as a friend as well as a sister.

She took after our mom in that she was a petite, freckly ginger, tiny all over except for the ass and b cup breasts she had recently developed, and was maybe a bit overly proud of. It was often a topic around the house when she insisted on walking around in just her bra and panties, and I often had to politely suggest she get dressed, to which she would usually just roll her eyes, and maybe put on an overly small pair of shorts.

Though she was never exactly bubbly, she was always generally cheerful, and rarely complained about anything. That's why, when I came into the living room one summer afternoon and found her curled up on the couch looking less than happy, I decided to try and cheer her up. "What's wrong sis, got the red tide blues?" I teased as I plopped down beside her and gave her a playful nudge in the side.

I expected a playful smack, or maybe for her to help a throw pillow to live up to its name. What I got instead, was a yelp of pain from Eve, as she squeezed into a tighter ball and tears began to stream down her cheeks.

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Soli 15/01/21(Wed)23:30 No. 23147 ID: f383dd

Probably a bit predictable, I know. But it's necessary for the future of the story, especially when/if I get around to writing a sequel once this part is done.


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Anonymous 15/01/23(Fri)08:03 No. 23150 ID: 0f74e1

I think you should have put a sex scene between Adam and Eve between the mutual confession of love and the long-term relationship planning


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Soli 15/01/23(Fri)09:36 No. 23152 ID: 62e193

I thought about that actually. I have other plans for their first time though. It will all be made clear in future chapters.




Uninvited\UncleRick Listen to Tombs 14/12/07(Sun)07:06 No. 22915 ID: 7e9f2f [Reply]

Mg, noncon, violence

Due to unexpected circumstances, I am currently limited to my phone. Haven't done any extensive writing on my phone, and I made the mistake of trying to switch to a different program for the editing. Turns out I had to switch file formats, which had a number of unforseen odd effects. One of which was the way a random group of sentences in nearly every paragraph was repeated three times.

It was a real pain in the ass to get it back into even this good of shape, it was an enormous pain in the ass doing this on a touchscreen, I didn't really feel up to going over it again for a true editing pass, and I might have even missed quite a few formatting mistakes. Hope you still find some thing to tickle your fantasy.

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My payday was right were he said she'd be, shuffling along the dirt path with downcast eyes. I wondered what tiny troubles burdened her tender, young soul. I bet she was dreaming of a prince, hoping he would come take her away from whatever troubles weighed so heavily on the mind of a peasant girl I bet she was dreaming of a prince, hoping he would come take her away from whatever troubles weighed so heavily on the mind of a peasant girl I bet she was dreaming of a prince, hoping he would come take her away from whatever troubles weighed so heavily on the mind of a peasant girl. It was always a prince they wanted, in my experience. E E Even the whores, and camp followers who were little better, would giggle and whisper behind their hands when the Prince Regent rode past. Didn't matter that he was balding with gap teeth and a weak chin, his clothes were silk and velvet, his chains were gold, and his long legged charger alone was worth more than I'd ever earned, begged, borrowed or stolen in my life.

Sorry little girl, he's not a prince, but you're still quite the lucky young girl. She was younger than I'd been lead to believe, in all honesty, but that was none of my business. The rest of the description fit her to a T, even the parts I'd assumed were exaggeration. The rest of the description fit her to a T, even the parts I'd assumed were exaggeration.

I waited for her to come up the path a bit then jumped out, practically on top of her already, and gave her my best leer. She rabbit ed with a terrified shriek, and I gave chase, doing my best impression of Malcolm the Molester.

Malcolm had been a veteran by the time i joined, and had survived a number of engagements already, though he'd gone more than a little cracked. Back during the seige, when the only things to do were drill, drink, fight, and fuck, he'd choose fuck every time it was an option. When he wasn't fucking, he was talking about it. Almost never talked about anything else. It had become something of a company tradition to wait outside the whores' tent and cheer him on while he hurle Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Anonymous 15/01/22(Thu)09:41 No. 23148 ID: 1bfba3

Rereading the first part of this I'm starting to wonder. Did Julea not have anyone to go back to? She seemed eager to get help from Tombs even if he was just chasing her an hour before. Maybe Sir Dunstan had her family killed or abducted before he set his plan up and that is why she looks sad walking along.


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Anonymous 15/01/22(Thu)18:30 No. 23149 ID: f17f50

>>23148

She's from a shitty caravan culture, like the gypsies, so she probably sees Tombs the same way he imagines girls in his culture see a landed knight's son. Her life with her family is probably pretty hellish, but they aren't raping her, at least not orally since she has no idea what to do when Tombs forces her to suck him off.


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Anonymous 15/01/23(Fri)08:57 No. 23151 ID: 786b4c

>>23149
Good point that she might see him as someone from his culture sees a knight's son. I didn't think of that.




A Sissy Story Dee 13/01/12(Sat)18:49 No. 18110 ID: 9b0c45 [Reply] [Last 50 posts]

PART I

James swallowed hard as he walked toward the front door. He rang the doorbell and stood fidgeting on the stoop. James was a popular enough guy. He was a surfer with the classic long blond hair, blue eyed beach bum look, he was also a star swimmer -- the only freshman to make the varsity squad. Despite this he was nervous. This was the first time he’d gone to a girls house when her parents weren’t home. Not only that, but the girl, Julie, was the hottest freshman at school. The door swung open and Tommy, Julie’s brother, stood inside.

“Hey come on in,” said Tommy.

James stepped through the door and looked up at Tommy -- a senior and the captain of the swim team. He was at least 6 inches taller than him. Most guys were taller than James, who was barely 5-foot 7-inches. He walked into the hallway and looked into the living room where Chris -- Tommy’s best friend -- was sitting on the couch playing xbox. Chris was a wrestler and was short and broad chested, although he was still taller than James.

“Who invited the midget?” Chris called out.

“My sister,” said Tommy. “She’s upstairs in her room. Go on up its the first door on the right.”

James thanked Tommy and gave Chris the finger as he ran up the stairs. He took a deep breath and slowly opened the door. Julie was laying on her bed listening to her ipod and flipping through facebook on her laptop. She was laying on her stomach in just a sweater and panties. Her socked feet were crossed in the air behind her.

James felt his cock grow in his pants as he admired her smooth cream colored legs that led to a large round ass and narrow waist. Her straight blond hair was cut into a short bob. She looked back noticing James. Her big blue eyes widened and her pink lips parted leaving a surprised look on her gorgeous face. She pulled a blanket over her legs.
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Anonymous 14/07/26(Sat)06:49 No. 22122 ID: a9d5a0

R.I.P.
http://youtu.be/aJxrX42WcjQ


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Anonymous 14/12/18(Thu)04:22 No. 22986 ID: 93cbab

Desperate Bump


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Anonymous 15/01/21(Wed)08:21 No. 23144 ID: 1f54c4

OP let us down




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