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I was 15 and surging with hormones as most nerd core boys are. "Nerds are better lovers," we said, "because jocks think about sports all the time and all we think about is sex." Or something along those lines. I think it was a quote from a movie.

It was the summer of 1998, and I was doing what most of the geeks and freaks from my magnet school were doing: attending ComFest. ComFest was a huge Comics convention in the tri-state area. Nearly 250,000 sqaure feet of convention center floor dedicated to comics, sci-fi, horror, fantasy, gaming, super heroes, and pretty much all the niches in between. With me was my older brother Case, who drove us there, and my friends Moob, Half Orc, and Sparky. Those aren't their real names, obviously, we went by con names. Mine was Paladin. There was something cool and secret about con names, but I wish I had chosen more wisely because there were a dozen Paladins I would run into. I tried changing it to Avatar once, but that name was also too common and nobody would stop calling me Paladin anyway.

"Paladin?" asked Moob. "You gonna hook up with Angelica again?"

Angelica was a former flame I met over AOL. We had a brief affair that had less passion than a bus station hand job, and have an post-date aftertaste that had lingered for the better part of a year. The cybersex was way better than the face-to-face. Angelica was hot, don't get me wrong, but she was crazy. Of course, had she wanted sex, I would have fucked her until our pelvises cracked, but she was cross-legged and out of bounds from the very fist meeting. I kept running into her at cons, though. Even the small ones held at the local community colleges.

"No," I said. My voice seemed unusually submissive when I said that. I have to admit, even after the dismal failure of last year's attempted hookup, I still jacked off her to her photo on lazy Saturdays when I was alone in the house.

Sex was not a stranger to me. Thanks to some of my older brother's advice, I had my first encounter at a mixed sex party at age 13. Kathy Wellner had a single dad who was rarely home in the ev

I'm ready to post My Private Camwhore 3, finally. I don't think it works quite as well as the other two, but that's life. I hope you enjoy it nonetheless.

If you haven't read My Private Camwhore or My Private Camwhore 2: Blackmailers Incorporated, they're available at http://www.asstr.org/~AnonyMPC/ along with the rest of my work, and this story'll make a little more sense to you.

My Private Camwhore III: Project Girlfriend (mf, inc, bond, blackmail)

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Chapter One:

“Do you want to come with me to pick up Erin?” my Mom asked, immediately after knocking on my half-opened door.

I kept my voice neutral and my face carefully impassive as I looked over to her, although my heart quickened. “Sure, might as well. Nothing better to do.” The truth was, I’d been waiting for this day… practically the whole time Erin had been away at summer camp. But I couldn’t let Mom know how eager I was to see my little sister again.

Mom knew we were close, but she didn’t know I was in love with my now thirteen-year old sister, and that we’d been carrying on a sexual relationship for almost a year now, since about a month before my sixteenth birthday. If I had my way, she never would know. It was weird, some may call it sick, but to us it was a beautiful, magical relationship, even if it was unorthodox.

A Quiet Evening at Home
- by Nicholas Fellheimer
(with thanks to PuppyLoverDawn!)

As I waited for the dog's thick cock to unknot from my ass and slowly came down from another orgasm, I opened my eyes and stared across the kitchen floor: in the living room, someone was fucking my youngest daughter on the couch, but I couldn't quite make out who it was. Sliding my face across the slick of spit and cum on the linoleum, I tried to get a better look, but the little whore kept thrashing around. Didn't look like her father, at least not from this angle. Probably one of Jeremy's friends.

Now I started wondering where my husband might have gotten off to. And was our back porch light on? He's probably out there selling tickets to the neighbors. I turned, and a rain of piss spattered across my face. Another of Jeremy's friends - in the study, my middle daughter was putting on some sort of slit-licking show with a young lady I had not yet been introduced to, much to the delight of the boys.

A second stream hit my face, followed by a third. The bathroom was apparently occupied, so someone had announced that the kitchen floor was now the place to piss. A dripping dick was wiped dry in my hair, then slipped into my mouth.

Goodness.

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Maybe I should start from the beginning.

Just a question as to whether or not something would be allowed here on /elit/.

I usually don't go for cybering, but lately I've been kinda getting into it. I know it's not really literature/an actual story, but it is erotic, and it does involve... text... and words...

So would it be alright if I posted a few of the hotter cyber sessions I've had here in /elit/, or no?

This is a re-upload of the LARA CROFT SEX CHRONICLES!

Summary: A young lad is hired on to work for a famous treasure-hunter, and gets more experience from the job than he could have ever imagined.

Lara Croft Is My Guvnor (FM, Fm1st, Lara Croft, various straight sex and voyeurism)

Chapter 1

Winston Smith walked out to the pool area with a tray of iced tea in his hands. He hated going outside on hot days like this, especially since he always wore his stuffy butler's suit. Lara greeted him with a smile as she laid in a lounge chair, soaking up the sun in nothing more than a small white bikini and sunglasses.
"Thank you Winston," Lara said as her butler set the tray on the table beside her and she grabbed a glass.
Winston regarded the view around the pool. The whole area was a mess, with pool accessories and toys scattered all over the deck area. The surface of the pool was littered with leaves and stray paper and plastic items that had blown in on the wind.
"Have you finally given some thought about hiring new help for the pool, Miss Croft?" he asked.
"I know," Lara said with a bit of frustration. "I just haven't had the time lately," she said as she took another sip from her iced tea.
"Hmmm," Winston said, casting a slow glance at Lara as she sipped and sighed, stretching out her gleaming body under the hot sun.
"Yes, well, I've made note of the requirements for the pool maintenance, and I believe that we can satisfy them and do a little good for the community at the same time."

WE NEED CLOCKWORK CORPSE BACK

"WAKE UP!"

'Wait... was it all just a dream?'

Seth groaned at the sound of his room mate's yelling. Mornings were not his favorite time of day.

"SETH! WAKE UP! If we are late again, Headmaster will have your ass!"

At this he immediately sat up. Even on the last day of school, he didn't dare piss off that sadistic, demonic being that lived under the guise of a woman.

It was indeed his last day, not that Seth seemed to notice. All the other students were in a hurry to say their final goodbyes, but not Seth. He couldn't get his mind off of the dream.

"Dream about her again last night?" asked Eagan as he sat down for his lunch.

"... Yeah..." a simple response that brought a smile to his best friends face.

David stretched out on his bed and dragged his arms through the silk sheets. The high thread-count fabric slipped off his skin. He started to move his legs, but he only moved them a few inches before his legs encountered the soft thighs of one of his slaves. He stopped as she settling above him.

"Good morning, master," purred Christina.

She drew his sheet down, exposing his chest to the warm air of the bedroom. Her fingers stretched across his chest, trailing down to run her palms on his growing hardness. David let a smile stretch across his face before he cracked open his eye.

He focused on blond hair as Christina toyed with his cock, rolling it in her fingers with a hungry smile on her lips. She moaned and drew his cock up to her body, rubbing his cock head on skin right above her slit. She locked her eyes on his and leaned forward. She rose and fall on him, pulling herself higher on his cock until he felt the tip caressing against her already slick lips.

David breathed heavily, holding himself still as Christina finally lifted her body to clear his shaft. He stared down at the junction of their bodies to see his head poised to slid into the pink lips of her being. With a moan, Christina lowered herself down on him. It felt hot and slick as she slid down, taking his entire length and pressing down until her inner thighs ground on his hips.

David reached out and grabbed her breasts, digging his fingers into the soft meat. Christina responded to the silent command, lifting and dropping her body on his shaft. Her own hands planted on his chest, using it for balance as she fucked herself on his cock.

He couldn’t help smiling and thinking how much he love his life. The slender blond rode him, slowly and steadily, bringing him to a slow and powerful orgasm. When he came, she crammed herself on his cock, her pussy milking his cock of every bit of his cum.

Finally, David spoke. "Good morning."