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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 18/03/10(Sat)07:08 No. 25442 ID: 0eb53f

Searching for an old, old story. It starts with this guy with religious parents, who just won't let him fap. So he goes to the forest to masturbate, and he meets a girl who turns out to be a futa. They go to her house and bond for a while before she fucks him. Can't remember where I read 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.

Neon and eyeliner. IrishDevil !!plAwNkZmL5 18/02/22(Thu)07:13 No. 25393 ID: ef02bd [Reply]

Alright folks, this will be coming out in parts.


My father Eamon had been IRA, during the troubles. He had met my mother Teagan defending a town from the INLA in the late 70s. She had, at the time, been only 16, while he had been 20. Her family had fed him and a few other fighters following a firefight. Her red hair, Da had said, was the brightest thing he'd seen, and her blue eyes "bore straight through his soul". That night she'd met him in secret and they made love for the first time.
They would later marry, and had me, their bouncing baby boy Ronan in the late 80s. My hair as black as Da's and my eyes a bright green. My mother had unfortunately developed a brain tumor when I was 8 and passed away shortly after it was discovered. Da was despondent for months afterward.
As a result of all of this, I grew up with a strong respect for and knowledge of firearms and Irish culture and history, as well as some knowledge of military and political workings. I also grew up valuing every day, knowing that it could be my last. I grew up listening to all kinds of music, and found myself especially enamoured with the gothic subgenres, and later the industrial genres in my teens. I wore business casual clothing and a deathhawk, and Nora, a girl I dated in high school had begun to get me wearing eyeliner. My father simply shook his head. He didn't care so long as I kept my grades up and stayed in shape. I hung around a few local clubs in my late teens and even DJed at one, briefly.
I ended up pursuing a career with the Defense forces, owing largely to my father's training, and worked my way into the Sciathán Fiannóglaigh an Airm(Army Ranger Wing), where I quickly became an accomplished sniper and travelled around the world a bit on some peacekeeping missions and joint task forces.

It was in Afghanistan that I met one of the most beautiful women I'd ever seen. I'd sat down at a table at one of the many bases after an astoundingly tough night op. I was sore and exhausted, having spent hours laying stock still with my rifle in hand followed by another hour of constantly providing cover fire and dodging haphazard return fire, switching positions to keep those fuckers guessing. It had ended with an RPG hitting a half-broken floor below me and collapsing supports...and then the floor I was crouching on at the time. While I hadn't broken anything I had taken a single bullet graze to the side of my then-bald head and my uniform, as a result of the collapse, was absolutely caked in desert dust and abdobe and a little bit of blood on the shoulder. I wanted a dram and a hot meal and sleep. I had at least been able to secure a bowl of soup. A woman with Canadian uniform had walked in, sat down across from me, and pushed a flask of Jameson's in my direction.
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IrishDevil!!OyMTH0MzH5 18/03/16(Fri)04:22 No. 25448 ID: ec10a0

Fucking hell. my POS laptop died on me, so I have this one which I got from a friend who'd gotten a new one. This one just has some overheating problems. No biggie. Problem is the issue with my old laptop was a power distribution issue that somehow fucked the BIOS into acrater. that means I cant currently access the hard drive full of all the memes and music and gaming shit I've had for years. I'll post the next update as soon as I've rewritten it.

IrishDevil!!OyMTH0MzH5 18/03/16(Fri)23:36 No. 25451 ID: ec10a0

Bree's first year of schooling was a little bit rougher than I had hoped. She'd made friends fast enough, but struggled adapting to a new system. Besides helping her adjust and settle, I taught her Irish, took her out shooting a bit, and helped with her maths homework. Our home quickly became a great place for her friends to hang out, due to its' remoteness and the fact that I was never bothered much by her friends. They were good enough kids, and quite a few of the older girls were quite nice to look at and a bit flirty with me.

In the early summer, her 14th birthday arrived and I set about planning a small party for her and her friends. It was at the party that a minor incident occurred.
You see, Bree's friend Maven, the daughter of record mogul Kelly Doyle in Dublin was...something else. Though 15, she could have passed for a woman in her early 20s, with large, round breasts, long, svelte legs, and a husky quality to her voice that heavily implied sexuality in every word. She had an elfin face, long purple dreadlocks, and she seemed to wear as little as possible around me. She had come to the party wearing a cut-off tshirt that stopped not far below her breasts, leaving her stomach exposed, and a nearly skintight pair of dyed-black jeans.
She had greeted me with a very sexy smile and wrapped herself around my arm in such a way that I could tell that she wasn't wearing a bra. She stood on her tiptoes and kissed me on the cheek, sighing "Hi, Mr Darcy" into my ear in a way that made my cock spring to attention. She was always the cocktease type, but this made my mouth go dry.
I let the kids get to doing whatever they wanted to do and decided to distract myself with a bit of a workout. It was early afternoon and unusually warm for summer, so as I made my way out to the small shed I used for a workout room, I could feel myself already starting to sweat. I clicked on the fans in the room, took off my shirt and laid back on the bench, starting to do presses. After about a half hour of alternating between chest presses and squats, I heard the girls in the backyard, sitting underneath an awning I had set up. I heard them laughing with each other and just generally being teen girls, and returned to my exercises.
As I was finishing up, I heard someone say in a low tone "I ain't codding! Thems the rules, do it!" And then a knock at the door. Toweling off, I answered the door to find, much to my surprise, a topless Maven on the other side.
I froze, of course. 15 or not, those tits were fucking fantastic. When she licked her finger and thumb and tweaked her nipple, my jaw dropped. Before my mind had a chance to think anything other than "Stonking great tits" and "what the fuck?" she ran a hand down my chest, winked at me and turned her back, slipping her shirt back on as she walked back to my daughter and the rest of the girls. My brain was de Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

IrishDevil!!OyMTH0MzH5 18/03/20(Tue)23:14 No. 25466 ID: ec10a0

Having met the security team and gone over planning, we had found very little to fix. The other fellow had been quite competent. I had added an extra security checkpoint at the beginning of the grounds proper for the festival, termed Checkpoint Delta, so that cars couldn't get into the area where festivalgoers were pitching tents without being cleared by lightly armed guards, and bands and vendors had a few more personnel to deal with. Nothing terribly serious.

So, the day came when I strapped on a thigh holster, slipped my Chiappa Rhino into it, and double checked the battery on my taser baton, and hopped into the car with Bree in tow to head to the festival grounds. Seeing Bree off with a gaggle of her friends, I headed to Checkpoint Delta as it was the most centrally located, and began the check-in process with the teams. All the time with the beautiful ruins of Castle Clara in the background. Mr. Kelly Doyle had chosen a wonderful spot for the festival grounds.

6 hours into the festival and a brief check-in call from Bree later, I had dealt with very few issues, besides a few teenagers caught trying to bring booze and drugs into the festival grounds and one idiot who was drunk before he'd even arrived. We'd had to detain his dumb ass for the police. As a band I wanted to see was partway through their set, I decided to take a break and walk the grounds for a little bit, keeping my earpiece in. Nothing much of note happened, just a few drunk youths getting into fights and the smell of reefer smoke from somewhere that I never bothered to investigate. I flirted a bit with a cute tomboyish vendor with a short blonde pixie cut and a leather vest, listened to a bit of the set from that band I'd been excited for, and was making my way back to Delta when I heard it.

Screaming and shouting from the direction of Delta, and a large van barelling towards the makeshift gate with no indication of stopping or even slowing down. I sprinted towards the gate, just in time to see the makeshift guard kiosk explode as the van smashed through it, sending the guard and chunks of wood and plastic flying in all directions. Fuck. I unholstered the Rhino, clicked the safety off, and took aim at the windshield, to where I thought I saw the driver. One shot, then two, and I dove out of the way as the van reached me, clipping my leg on the way.

The door opened, and I was kneeling when the driver emerged, a middle eastern man with crazy eyes and blood all over his shoulder, one arm hanging limply. The other, however, held a hatchet. A big fucking hatchet. Those crazy eyes were fixed on my face. Another guard ran over, shouting "PUT THAT FUCKING HATCHET DOWN NOW OR I'LL SHOOT", and hit the man across the shoulders with a baton. The man screamed and swung his hatchet into the poor bastard's chest, withdrawing it in a spray of blood.
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iCity Tales by AnonyMPC (various tags, cyberpunk, violence) AnonyMPC 14/07/30(Wed)22:09 No. 22139 ID: a609fb [Reply] [Last 50 posts]

Hi, I'm AnonyMPC. You might remember me from such stories as "My Private Camwhore," "Relatively Powered", and "Yet Another Thing That Isn't The Next My Private Camwhore."

Well, after a long time where I was working on various stories and making very slow progress, I got hit with an idea that caught my imagination on fire. It started with the artist NeckRomancer on HF, who drew a few pieces inspired my stories, and we got to talking. An offhanded comment by me made him suggest a story idea, a SF one that had a sort of cyberpunk vibe. It was a good idea, and I'm actually a fan of old-school cyberpunk and all it's tropes, but I didn't want to tackle it. I was too busy, and too far behind, with other stuff. But it reminded me of another idea I had (based on an idea granted to me by a fellow named kludo I met in an artist's stream), also set in a cyberpunk world. And I began to toss around the idea of a set of stories set in the same city, and came up with a few ideas, and NeckRomancer suggested a couple more, and finally, I realized I was enjoying the process more than I had writing in a while, and what's more, I had 5 stories that I thought fit together pretty well, I knew exactly where they began and ended and how they fit together. They could be short, I told myself, maybe one sex scene each, so it wouldn't be too much of a distraction from my other projects. And I started writing the first, getting more work done in one day than I had in all the other stories I was working on combined in the past week, and I had that glorious feeling I hadn't had in a long time where my mind was racing with things to write even while I was asleep.

So I figured I had to stick with it, even if it meant everything else getting delayed, again, for overall output, the best strategy is sticking with the stuff I'm excited with most.
I finished the first story, and am started on the second. I'm not going to officially post it to my site (http://www.asstr.org/~AnonyMPC/ if you've forgotten), or my HF page, until all five are done and cross-checked. But, because I have a history with this site, I thought I'd post them one-by-one here and here only. You can, hopefully, be my beta-test, so I can catch any major issues. This also means it'll be slightly less edited than they usually are, and I plan to tighten it up.

A few notes of things I'm especially looking for, or need to say up front:
Classic cyberpunk, which I'm a fan of, doesn't really mesh perfectly with computers and the Internet as it exists today. So I've done a bit of a bastard fusion and used some handwaving of vague historical events that have altered how things work. I'm certainly willing to hear if you think anything doesn't make sense on that level (networks don&# Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

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Anonymous 15/11/27(Fri)20:10 No. 24014 ID: 38e867

AnonyMPC the asstr captcha system isn't working so i'll tell you here (sorry it's not actually commentary on the work, love it but don't want to spoil and it's sage'd) but danoume's hentaifoundry was hit so the image links for Magic Marker, Tiger by the Tail, and Gauntlet: Karen's Tale no longer work. The only site I've seen with them is exhentai so they're not so easily linkable now.

Anonymous 18/01/20(Sat)05:11 No. 25304 ID: e4b79b

Where are they on exhentai? Quick searches yielded nothing.

Anonymous 18/01/20(Sat)05:45 No. 25305 ID: 4b5709


That post is from 2015. They're probably gone now. They were shitty anyway.

The Three Amigos Skibby 15/03/17(Tue)01:37 No. 23383 ID: ebd7e7 [Reply]

The first time I tried it was on a bet. All of my neighborhood friends and me, which amounted to three of us in total, wagered over which one of us would end up with the least phone numbers after our first school dance of 9th grade. Second place would get to watch while third place took an X-Change pill and the winner fucked her.

This wasn't normal for boys to do, of course, but we were little perverts. We had grown up together and spied on eachother's sisters and had been bragging about getting pussy since before any of us were old enough to have gotten any.

We had been discussing Lauren Holdy's tits/ass while swimming at my house and were in a heated debate over which part of her was the best. Her boyrfriend was a senior on the Varsity football team and he had sent all of the naked pictures she texted him to his friends. One of his friends worked as a trainer for some of the junior varsity guys, and ended up sending a mass text containing all of the pictures to half of the junior varsity team.

This is how Marcus ended up getting them being a JV lineman and, in the hopes that someday we would reciprocate if we got classmates' naked pictures, he emailed them to us after saving them and we often found ourselves discussing her whenever nobody else was around.

Lauren had been one of our classmates since Kindergarten. We all knew her because everybody knew her. She was the girl whose mom was in charge of all of the school events. She was a member of the school board and made sure that Lauren was involved in all of the clubs and councils she possibly could be. This made Lauren a responsible girl who then blossomed into a tall and blonde freshman cheerleader.

She wouldn't date any boys throughout middle school because her council duties kept her busy and because her mom would have had him castrated. When she began cheer, she began talking to talk to Darren Applewhite, a senior, and to everyone's surprise they began to date. When Darren's little presents from her reached us, we found ourselves divided on which part of hers was the sexiest. Looking at her athletic, well-developed form and imagining that suave ogre fucking her often kept me up at night.

Keif liked her legs the best, and admittedly they were wonderful. Even with the sloppy mirror photography, her skin was a light brown and she was one of the tallest girls in our grade, which made her toned thighs ooze sex. Marcus told him it was funny he liked her legs so much, since she was about two inches taller than Keif was. Keif stood a very average 5'6 and Lauren looked like some Norse goddess next to him, standing at a strapping 5'7.

Marcus liked her ass the best, and I told him that being into her ass seemed normal enough since he was a nigger. I launched into a Jim Crow impersonation talking about the few stereotypical black people habits Marcus had. He l Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

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Anonymous 16/07/18(Mon)12:15 No. 24458 ID: e935d4

any updates coming for this or dead?

Anonymous 18/03/19(Mon)14:16 No. 25463 ID: f6cfe8


Anonymous 18/03/19(Mon)14:16 No. 25464 ID: f6cfe8


A Quiet Evening At Home (Mf+ ped inc beast extreme) Nicholas+Fellheimer 10/08/17(Tue)08:32 No. 9392 ID: 7b23cd [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]

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.



Maybe I should start from the beginning.
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Anonymous 17/09/16(Sat)09:34 No. 25146 ID: 3ce23c


sisters forcing brother 2 eat shit Jay Proctor 18/02/04(Sun)04:37 No. 25334 ID: 6ba0dd

I have a strong scat fetish and a even stronger sister feeding me her shit day in and day out.

Submissive sluts Anonymous 18/03/19(Mon)12:06 No. 25462 ID: 07ec27


AnonyMPC's Phil Phantom Tributes (usually Mg+, lots of inc, extreme) AnonyMPC 16/08/04(Thu)01:19 No. 24543 ID: a609fb [Reply]

Since these are usually shorter and with less of an audience than my regular works, and threads on this board last long periods of time, from now on rather than posting them in individual threads, I'll post all my Phil Phantom Tributes in this thread, sort of like Nicholas Fellheimer's thread.

For my past tributes, or for my other work in general, you can always check out http://www.asstr.org/~AnonyMPC/

PP tributes are my attempt to honor the style of a bygone and extremely prolific author of smut fiction, and also play with plots and themes that I don't think can support and in-depth character examination. They're usually quick, vulgar, unrealistic, and, I hope, fun for some of you.

Next post I'll start with the most recent one.

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Could Be Worse, conclusion AnonyMPC 18/03/18(Sun)21:46 No. 25459 ID: a609fb

"What money?" The only money they should owe is a thousand, but only if Cheryl failed to take a dog cock, and Anna had already been visualizing how to make that happen. Maybe another thousand if Polly let herself get fucked by someone other than the judge who paid for her. But they didn't owe that money yet.

"Oh, right. Ummm... remember, you promised you wouldn't be mad? See... one of the first parts of the auction? They sold off the video rights for each girl from the 9-Holes, to be destroyed or spread around as the owner saw fit. I didn't even know they were filming, and, like, I thought maybe if I bought them myself and asked for them to be destroyed you'd never know all the stuff I did. I had no idea you'd all be so cool about it. Anyway, I pledged ten thousand dollars. But we have until next year to pay, so, it's only $833 and thirty three cents a month." Polly wasn't quite as down on math as her sister, apparently. "I'm sure it's not that much if you think of it like that."

"Polly! What were you thinking?" Anna shouted, but then remembered her promise and forced herself to calm down. "We can't afford another eight hundred a month... especially on top of paying for another child!" Even with her promise, she couldn't help being mad, but was surprised at how mild the anger it was, more at the money than the bad decision. And she wasn't even sure she should be angry about the money. After all, she still planned on turning the cops onto this sick scam. At least, she was 75% sure she was going to. Things had changed, a little... not just her perverted fantasies coming true... okay, sure, that was part of it, but there was a practical concern too. If a judge running for congress was involved in this mess, who knew who else the perverts had in their pocket? Maybe people who could make any accusation go very bad for the accusers. Crooked cops who could make snitches go away, for good. She'd seen plenty of cops on the take when she worked at the Swamp, so they could be involved. Still she was 50% sure she was going to turn them in tomorrow. Though, if you're only 50-50 on something, it seemed to her that the best idea was to wait a little and see if she got less sure or more sure after letting the Judge into their home for a few days... probably less sure, but who could be sure, with that much money on the line? Though, in truth, even owing that much money to perverts... it did provide a good excuse to do things she normally wouldn't.

Her daughter cringed at her initial burst of anger but afterwards only seemed a little sorry. "Yeah I probably should have thought through selling knock-me-up rights more. But I really wanted to win that phone and I was still a little short. If it helps, you don't have to pay me an allowance."

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Anonymous 18/03/18(Sun)22:20 No. 25460 ID: 81f332

hi... got any [shifts eyes left and right]

Anonymous 18/03/18(Sun)22:47 No. 25461 ID: f8bc57

Give him the time to edit the story

Milking time odiscipline!!xlAmp4BJLj 18/03/18(Sun)20:22 No. 25458 ID: 3093c9 [Reply]

Hi all. Perverted writer here. Going to give this a try, as asstr seems to be permanently closed to new users, and most other sites will not take some of the subject matter I write about.

I hope you enjoy this story of mine and the ones that follow.

It was time to joipee. Claudius could feel his wee wee getting stiff – it always got stiff around this time, when mistress would come to help the young male slaves joipee.

They needed the help, because their hands were always chained behind them, so they couldn’t go joipee by themselves, and unlike regular peeing, they needed to be able to touch their wee wee’s to make it happen.

When mistress opened the gate, Claudius and the other young male slaves scrambled up to her on their knees, their pee pee’s raised in stiff tribute. Mistress beamed at them, and patted them each on the head in turn. Like dogs, they rolled onto their backs, legs spread, pee pee’s up.

Claudius hoped that mistress would pick him to joipee first. Hearing the moans and grunts of the other little males as she joipeed them made him anxious and frustrated, and he could hardly keep still from the anticipation.

To his dismay, she picked one of the smaller boys first. The boy scooted onto her lap, and spread his legs extra wide so she could fondle him easily.

She kissed the boy, not on his cheeks or face, but by slipping her tongue into his mouth. Claudius enjoyed it when she did this to him, and he enjoyed the sound it made when she did it to others. The boy was enjoying it too. Then she took his wee wee into her mouth, and sucked on it for about a minute. The boy’s eyes were clenched shut, as though he were in terrible pain, but he knew that in fact, he was feeling wonderful. He was about to joipee – his pee pee and balls feeling like it was full of hot pee, so anxious and ready to burst.
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A Final Promise The Bard 17/12/08(Fri)06:38 No. 25211 ID: 8a3dce [Reply] [Last 50 posts]

Ok so I am throwing my hat into the ring. I have been inspired to try my hand at writing a story since I am bored and want to write. I am looking for constructive feedback and to start getting more comfortable sharing my stories rather than just letting them sit in my hard drive over the crippling anxiety of putting myself out there. I am going to try very hard to pound (lol) out this story semi-regularly and I have a definite ending in mind so without further ado, A Final Promise.

Tags: Loli(ish), Romantic, Sex and Teacher/student, M/f

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The+Bard 18/03/18(Sun)04:42 No. 25454 ID: 2ec6f4

Good news everyone! Tomorrow will be the day I post my next TWO chapters. Two in one day! It's gonna be a good day.

The+Bard 18/03/18(Sun)20:11 No. 25456 ID: 2ec6f4

Next Chapter:


"This is where it all started." I put my fingers on the mantelpiece of the fireplace. This room had so many memories for me. This is where my father spent his final days, where I got married, where I told my father who my choice of husband would be – all these positive and negative feelings rolled around my stomach. It felt like I had two growling tomcats inside me, and they were fighting to the death. Now this room would house one more memory for me, the worst memory that I could ask for. This is where my father died. This is where my marriage will die too.

"Mika, I know how hard this must be for you."

Tears began to flow down my face. "Yeah..."

"It's hard for me too."

I couldn't help it. An unwanted giggling laughter bubbled up from my stomach. "These next seventeen months or so gonna suck." I wanted to stop laughing at this whole fucked up situation, but I just didn't have any more crying left in me. It felt like the only way I could express any emotion was through laughter.

I could feel David – he wrapped his arms around me. I buried my face in his chest, my giggling and crying melding into an unnatural sound. We sunk to the floor and stayed like that. I don't know for how long, but it was long enough.
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The+Bard 18/03/18(Sun)20:12 No. 25457 ID: 2ec6f4

And Another!:


“Please pass up your tests and I will collect them.”

It’s December and right before winter break. The snow is falling in light flakes that stick to the windows of my class room- The same classroom that Mika gave me our first blow job. Today is the day I have been waiting for, Mika’s sixteenth birthday. I was planning to head out immediately from school to see her. I want it to be a surprise, one of many surprises I have in store for her today. I just hope after all this time she still wants me.

I was very lucky that the Headmaster decided to give me my old job back. It seems like there wasn’t nearly as much of an uproar among the parents, and even a few divorced single mothers expressed their… Appreciation, at me returning to my post. One of them even slipped me a phone number. I never took her up on that offer but at least I didn’t have to give up my career. At this point barely anyone bothered to remember what happened over a year ago.

Nancy Patterson was no longer an issue. It turns out she decided to break a few federal laws when she went after a reclusive industrialist and one of her hacker minions confessed to breaking into his company servers on her direct orders to dig up some dirt. She got a few years and hopefully her felony conviction will ruin her ability to harm anyone else for a while.

I looked over the tests. My plan was to grade them before I headed down to Mika’s to give her the little box I kept in my jacket pocket ever since Rachel helped me pick it out. She told me that it was perfect for Mika, and I couldn’t have agreed more. It was perfect.

Last I heard from Rachel, Mika was doing very well at her new High School. It was an all girl’s school closer to her home, and while Rachel was able to see her every weekend, she was under strict orders not to tell me anything more than she was all right, and superficial things like how she was liking her new school. I suspect those orders came from Mika herself, to spare me from hearing how miserable she was being forced to stay away from me. I could read between the lines, but thankfully that exile ends today.
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Clarice (SS, slight Loli) S 11/07/05(Tue)09:48 No. 12846 ID: e59c31 [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]

Hi all, this was a WIP eLit story posted on the 99chan /ss/ boards. Unfortunantly they no longer have an /ss/ board and from browsing various /eLit/ and /ss/ boards I have seen no evidence of the this story anywhere, so I have decided to share what I have here.

I would like to state in clearly though, THIS IS NOT MINE. Some else wrote this and I am simply reposting it here. If the original author see this and wants to finish the story, PLEASE do!

Anyways, this story was separated by posts, not chapters. I'll post what I see as a chapter per post. Anyways again, on with the story

Chapter 1, part 1

My story actually started when I was 6 years old. My family lived in a college town in an area that wasn't too hot, not too cold. Lots of trees. Kind-of what you'd call a "normal" place for a middle-class white family.

My mom would usually hire majors from her department who needed extra money to be babysitters and to clean up the house sometimes. Usually they'd be juniors or seniors, so I wouldn't have the same babysitter for more than a year.

Invairably, they were girls. The first one I remember was a nice blond girl, but I forgot her name. I had one for a while who was hispanic and not very nice and got mad at me a lot. My mom got a different sitter after that. One was a somewhat heavy girl with short brown hair. She was okay and didn't get mad at me a lot, but she wasn't a lot of fun. Falicia was a black girl with really short hair and a VW bus. She would take me to McDonald's for little icecream cones and always helped me with work that I brought home from first grade, and she really liked watching TV with me, especially cartoons. But she was a senior, and I remember I cried a lot when she had to move back to her home state when she graduated.

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Anonymous 17/05/08(Mon)09:34 No. 25025 ID: d758ef

I was referring more to the other stories everyone posted.

Anonymous 17/05/29(Mon)07:48 No. 25042 ID: f3349e

No idea. Sorry, mate.

Andrew+Lewis 18/03/12(Mon)08:06 No. 25445 ID: 23ae83

This is one of my favorite pieces on this forum.

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