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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 14/10/31(Fri)07:08 No. 22666 ID: 9547b4

Looking for a brother sister incest story that takes place in a cabin. Their parents ditch them there for a week so that they learn to like each other. Through a series of bets, things start to get serious.




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




It's the End of the World as We Know It Phoenix 14/10/29(Wed)17:58 No. 22649 ID: 653aef [Reply]

So I've been meaning to write a story for this board for a while. A couple half-hearted attempts later, I've finished the first chapter! Woo.

I don't know what tags to mark this as, especially since I don't know what any of the tags mean. If you don't like stories with underaged girls, don't read this. If you don't like stories with a super long build up, don't read this.

Let me know what you think, I want feedback because I've never shown anyone my erotic literature before and I don't know if it's even any good. Also, if you have a suggestion I don't mind hearing it, I think I have a general idea of where I want this story to go but I'm not really sure.

Enough fucking around. Chapter 1, go.


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"Dad! Look out!" "Oh hell, Matthew! The door is giving way!!!" "My arm, my fucking arm! Oh my g—"

He woke in a sweat. It was bad enough when he was awake, but now their deaths haunted his scant sleeping hours. His brother, his wife, his son...
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Anonymous 14/10/30(Thu)16:39 No. 22660 ID: ccbe4a

Please be a girl, please be a girl...


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Anonymous 14/11/01(Sat)00:45 No. 22682 ID: e299b5

mooore please




Being Sociable (pedo, Mg, molestation, anal) Univited/Uncle+Rick 14/10/24(Fri)04:12 No. 22606 ID: a887c0 [Reply]

Not sure what to say about this one. Not sure if I'm gonna write a second part. Just watched a French series where the characters were refreshingly honest about their selfishness, even if that made them a bit of an asshole. Figured I'd give it a try. There's no justifying this, so why bother trying?

*** *** *****

The movie had been typical summer stupid, but not offensively bad, so Brian and I just shared ironic looks while the others gushed about how awesome it had been. As usual, they immediately started talking about where they wanted to go drinking that night. I amused myself by people watching. The theater at the mall was almost perpetually filled with teens on dates, roving packs of jailbait, and little lolis dragging their parents to the latest Pixar knockoff. All I had to do was put on a bored expression and I could enjoy the view with no one being the wiser, so long as I didn't focus on anyone too closely.

I didn't chime in on my coworker's deliberations, which surprised exactly no one. They always talked about how I was so chill, and how I always just went with the flow. The truth is, I didn't give a rats ass where we ended up, and I only came out on these little outings so I wouldn't seem antisocial. I like my coworkers well enough, and it's worth a night of tedium every now and again to keep up good relations, though only just.

Brian broke off from the debate and struck up a conversation with me about True Detectives. He was the most irascible fuck I worked with, sarcastic, short tempered, and he looked like a bald, lumberjack version of grumpycat. He was also one of the most observant, empathetic, and thoughtful people I had the privilege to know. He put up a tough facade, and he'd make fun of you mercilessly if he knew you could take it, but he also was the first to recognize when someone was on the verge of a meltdown at work, and he always seemed to know just what to say. He always stuck up for the little guy, and made sure no one felt left out. He was just plain good people, and I was glad to know him. He also scared me, because I often felt certain he understood me better than he let on. I'm pretty sure he had me pegged as closet homosexual, and I tried to encourage that assumption. It was a hell of a lot better than the alternative. So we chatted for a bit about how surprised we were to realize that Matthew McConaughey was not only a real actor, but a fucking amazing actor at that, how fucking good the writing was, and what an oppressive mindfuck the series was, as a whole.

That was when I saw a familiar face, and realized something was odd. I wasn't sure why the woman had caught my eye. She was pretty enough, but nothing remarkable, and a bit old for me anyway. She was walking out to the parking lot, pulling her keys out of her purse as she walked. I couldn't quite put my Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Anonymous 14/10/28(Tue)10:44 No. 22633 ID: 1c90da

>>22623
The vehicle lookup was maybe a little confusing, but not bad enough to really break the flow of the story. That was really the only glaring thing. Overall it was an awesome installment.

If you really wan't to be able to edit them, did you ever look into hosting on either asstr or Loliwood Studios?


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Univited/Uncle+Rick 14/10/28(Tue)23:45 No. 22640 ID: a887c0

>>22633

I actually created an author's account at ASSTR after my last story, but I've been too lazy to put my stories up. I've been telling myself I'd get around to it for weeks, but I just haven't made the time. Maybe I'll just put up the stories as-is, and then edit them if I feel like it later, or even find someone else to do it for me.

Have I mentioned I'm a lazy bastard?


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Univited/Uncle+Rick 14/10/31(Fri)23:57 No. 22681 ID: a887c0

I stopped smoking the next day. Rather, I should say, I continued not smoking. I pretty much only ever smoke when I'm drinking, and it had been two weeks since I'd gone out with the people from work. Brian looked surprised when I waved off the proffered cigarette, but seemed genuinely happy for me when I told him I was trying to quit. I did stay out and enjoy the smell, though. I've always thought fresh cigarette smoke was oddly pleasant, though there are few things more foul than stale cigarette smoke. The next day I went to the farmer's market and picked up a bunch of fresh fruit.

Brian smiled when he saw me snacking on Pineapple at work on Monday, and I knew he'd already put two and two together. I just smiled at him and waggled my eyebrows cartoonishly. He came over and teased me a bit, he didn't pry. Instead, he told me about a forum post he'd read about a special recipe. We looked it up and I agreed it looked interesting. Once I got off work, I went to the local health store and overpaid for small amounts of l-arginine, zinc, pygeum, and lecithin. I just got enough to tide me over for a week or so, then went home to buy more in bulk from cheap online suppliers.

I figured I'd sufficiently cleared the pipes by Wednesday, so I held off fapping for the next couple of days so I'd be ready on Friday. I downloaded all my favorite deepthroat videos to have ready to go for tutorial purposes, then enjoyed the sensation of building pressure as I waited in gentle anticipation for Friday.

So of course, when we met up, there were no sufficiently empty theaters. Several new releases had pushed our movie out of the time slot we needed, and none of the age-appropriate showings had the kind of space like we'd had last time. We might have been able to get away with some quick, paranoid sucking if we were willing to take a big risk, but that was hardly ideal. Even if we didn't get caught, that wasn't the kind of environment I wanted for taking her first virginity. I wanted to be able to teach her, coach her along, let her ask questions and watch videos for inspiration.

So instead, I took her to the movie she'd wanted to see last week. Even this early, the theater was starting to fill up, but we found a few seats to ourselves. I asked her if she'd taken a number two before she came, like I'd told her she should, and she nodded her head, embarassed, but still smiling. I smiled back, and pulled out the lube a new butt plug. It wasn't really all that big as these things go, I'd chosen the smallest one that fit my requirements, but it was still a good bit larger than the last one I'd used, and she was just so tiny that it was really quite a step up for her. For a moment I hesitated, wondering if I should get the smaller size, wondering if I should try and explain the situation, wondering if I shou Message too long. Click here to view the full text.




Fucking Appendix(now with editing) Soli 14/08/07(Thu)06:52 No. 22201 ID: cd8c01 [Reply] [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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Shadow 14/10/31(Fri)05:25 No. 22664 ID: 3756c5

Feels like a jarring shift to have death threats, but the story and sexiness have been good so far, so I'll trust that you know what you're doing with this story. I look forward to the next update!


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Anonymous 14/10/31(Fri)07:48 No. 22668 ID: 04b59a

>>22664
if you read up top, this was planned from the very beginning o.o


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Soli 14/10/31(Fri)22:37 No. 22680 ID: e00c49

Indeed, it was always going to end up here. The route changed a bit but my overall story plan always had this coming.

I understand it may be a bit of a dramatic shift in the tone, but then again, how would one ease into death threats? Lulz.

I'm working on the next chapter, which should be out pretty soon. It should serve to answer some questions, and to open up a few more.




Tori - The neighbor's neice rancidpants 14/10/22(Wed)21:53 No. 22593 ID: 22535f [Reply]

I work from home. I’ve been doing it a long time. So I know the comings and goings of my neighborhood. I know that at 1pm every day, the neighbor behind me goes out on the back porch and plays her guitar. I know the guy across the street grows pot. I know a lot about what goes on.

I have a neighbor, Carol. She’s great. She has yard sales most weekends when it doesn’t rain. She’s an older, single woman, with a great-niece. Her name is Tori.

Tori started coming around the neighborhood about 3 years ago. Her parents both work. She goes to school nearby and she started showing up at Carol’s for the afternoons. She’d been around for a couple of weeks before I really noticed her, but when I did, I couldn’t stop noticing her. She’s tallish, about 5’8” or so. Long tan legs, long tan torso, long neck, brown hair, great eyes. And she’s got that slightly underdeveloped, but strong and athletic type of body that screams “I play soccer and I like it”. It also screams “Look at me!”

I spend a lot of time on the phone for my job, and I often go for walks when I have a call. Its more interesting than sitting at my desk staring at my computer—except when there’s a good confession to read. It was on one of my walks that I first noticed Tori. I was about a half mile from home, cruising along at a good pace. Coming toward me was this beautiful, long and lean and tan, adolescent girl. I figured her for about 14 or 15. She was walking a massive collie. I knew the dog. It was Carol’s dog. Like any man, I pulled the stop and wait trick. I stopped suddenly, looked very surprised as though one of the people on the other end of the phone had just said something terrible, and looked like I was listening hard. I let her walk past me and get about 20 feet away, before I rounded, headed back the way I’d come, walking about 20 feet behind her the half mile home. I watched her the whole way.

She was amazing.

I started noticing that she was coming around the neighborhood a lot. I chatted with Carol nonchalantly about things, mentioned working parents, etc., and she mentioned her great niece. So, I used this in to learn about her. Indeed a soccer player, and track. 15 years old. Tori.

I’m a photography enthusiast. I have some good gear. Including a nice 200mm lens that I started using when Tori would sit out on Carol’s grass and do homework, or play with the dog. Late spring and early summer were fantastic. I’d shoot long photos of Tori out there in beautiful light, small, tight outfits, sweating. Oh my god. The sweating. She’d lay out there in a bikini sometimes, tanning with oil on her back, her top untied to get rid of lines. I’d amassed a pretty large photo collection that I would look at during my meetings. During work I would just scroll through the photos looking at her. Then, around 2:45pm, I’d make my way to the front window and watch her walk up. Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Tori - Part 10 rancidpants 14/10/31(Fri)22:19 No. 22677 ID: 22535f

I mentioned that I didn’t want this to be some tawdry sex story, but the first time was so important, so good, that I can’t help but write about it.

So there I was, with my face buried in this nearly bald, young vagina, tonguing Tori’s clit very gently, up and down, down into her slit, back up, flicking her clit left and right, up and down. I bit down very gently and tongued it a little faster. Her breaths came faster, her hands went to the edge of the counter at her sides, steadying herself. Looking up as I worshiped, I loved when her face started to contort as if in pain, her upper lip peeled back and bared her teeth. She climaxed there on my tongue. The aftershocks shook her over and over. Her wetness dripped onto her thighs and covered my face.

Her eyes opened slowly this time as I stood and came face to face with her. I took her lovely, smooth cheeks in my hand, and I kissed her greedily, starving, and I pressed myself into her. We stood that way pressed against the counter, kissing, my touching her, and her hands by her sides for minutes. Slowly, and very unsure, her hands made their way to my stomach, and down to my pants. She rubbed the front of my pants, feeling my excitement, squeezing every now and again, shy and uncertain. I thought I’d die.

“Maybe, do you want to try me? “

“I think I so. I’m not sure.”

“If you’re not sure, that’s okay. I mean, I’d love it, but if you aren’t ready, that’s alright.”

“No, I do. “ She started to kneel down. I caught her by the arm and told her, “It might be better if we go to the living room because the carpet won’t hurt your knees. “

We did. I led her by the hand out of the kitchen and back to the living room. I looked into her eyes and said, “It’s best if I sit on the chair,” She nodded and walked to it, looking sort of blank. I worried I was taking her too fast, too soon. So, I looked back into her eyes, I held her close to me, I kissed her and asked if she was still okay. She nodded. I asked if she would feel better if she had her panties back on. “I think so.” She walked the 15 feet back to the kitchen. Her bare ass cheeks wiggling and bouncing as they moved away from me. I noticed for the first time, a birthmark on the outside of her left cheek, near her hip. Oh my gosh.
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Tori - Part 11 rancidpants 14/10/31(Fri)22:26 No. 22678 ID: 22535f

Sunday I went to breakfast with a friend. I wanted so badly to tell him about Tori. I wanted to tell him how beautiful she was, how we’d passed the previous afternoon. How she’d never had an orgasm and how I’d been able to give her that gift. How I was so looking forward to going home and waiting for Tori to come over and continue learning each other’s bodies, learning what she likes, what will give her the most pleasure. I wanted to tell him about her hair and her ears, and her thin pubic hair, her birthmark, how she tasted, and the face she made when she’d tasted sperm for the first time. But I couldn’t. Torture. Absolute and total torture.

When I got home, I made sure to make my bed, in case our activities brought us there. I vacuumed the living room, did the dishes, showered and shaved again, combed my hair…I was like a teenager again – all full of angst and excitement.

Eventually, as my impatience grew, I made my way to the front window to look out on her. She was there, laying in Carol’s front yard, tanning in the noonday sun. Her legs were spread toward me. One hand lazily draped down over the side of the chair, idly fiddling the grass. The other hand running her fingers up over her neck, collar, shoulder; she was mimicking my own movements from the day before. I got excited, rubbed my pants for a moment, but decided not to masturbate. I just pulled up a chair and watched her doing it for a long time. It was beautiful.

Eventually she got up, folded her chair and moved it into the garage. She went inside. She didn’t come out. Saddened and deflated, I picked up a book, lay on the couch, and read until I fell asleep. I dreamt about her. Long, detailed dreams about sex, about making a life together. In my dreams, we were happy. I still dream about her; even more now that she’s gone. I dream now about her as an adult, raising kids with me and being old together. I want her back so badly. Sometimes I think I never should have told her to take the scholarship.

I woke with her kissing me on the cheeks and around my ear. At first I thought I was still dreaming. A beautiful dream, for sure, but not real. So, in my dream, I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her down to me, laying on my chest, held tight, kissing her. The dream took its natural course, with our hands finding each other, running up and down each other’s bodies. To her breasts, to my crotch, to her ass and squeezing hard, up and around the back of her head, pressing our mouths together with hunger.

Slowly I woke and realized my dreams were real. Here, this treasure lay on me, looking into my sleepy eyes, smiling.

Heaven.

I made us some lunch, I don’t remember what it was, only that we barely ate any of it. We talked about everything. Her school, my work, her friends, my hobbies, soccer, track, everything. Eventually the conversation came around to our activities the d Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Tori - Part 12. rancidpants 14/10/31(Fri)22:29 No. 22679 ID: 22535f

There, on the chair in the kitchen, she straddled my lap. She was wearing a short skirt, and another tank top. Her white, b-cup bra straps showed over her shoulders. There on my lap, she kissed me mercilessly, holding my face in her hands. My own hands travelled up her legs, pushing her skirt up around her waist, up her sides, to her breasts, around, unclasping her bra, lifting her shirt. She ground her crotch against mine, her young pussy pressed against my own stiffness. When I pulled her top up over her head and tossed it aside, I got my first look at her perfect, firm, young breasts. One was smaller than the other, and I kissed that one first. She moaned and squealed with delight as I held them, kissing, touching, pinching, and eventually taking her left nipple into my mouth and sucking on it. She ground and ground and ground against me until, like the day before, she put herself into a bucking orgasm. This beautiful young thing straddling me, shirt off, skirt around her waist, panties in full view was breathless and speechless.

I picked her up, with her legs still wrapped around me, clutching tight to my waist. I started kissing her again as I carried her back, down the hall to my bedroom. She dropped her sandals off as we went.

We got to the bed, and I leaned forward, putting her on her back on top of the soft down comforter. She held my head as I slid down, kissing trails of warm, wet kisses down to her skirt. I unbuttoned it and slid it neatly off her long, toned legs. Same with her panties. I slid them under her butt, and lifted them up her thighs to her raised and spread knees. She lifted her feet into the air and allowed me to pull them up and all the way off, over her bare feet.

Any time there’s a naked woman on your bed, you should always take a second to stand back and look. It’s a beautiful thing. The vulnerability and trust that she is giving you is immense—exposing herself completely to you and effectively saying, “take me. I give myself to you.”

Well, a naked 15-year old is different. The underdeveloped breasts, the almost nonexistent pubic hair, the hips that have begun to spread but haven’t made it all the way out yet, the skin that’s still tight and muscles that are still strong…With her knees up and legs spread, revealing an unspoiled and unused young vagina…It’s an intoxicating sight. I can’t describe it. The way she only half-knows how beautiful she is, only half-knows the power she has, and only half-knows what she’s in for is amazing.

As I stared, Tori looked back sheepishly and asked what I was doing. I told her that I’d never seen anything so beautiful and I never wanted to forget it. She smiled shyly.

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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 14/10/17(Fri)12:49 No. 22579 ID: b9a090

>>22542
Do this!


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Anonymous 14/10/23(Thu)11:50 No. 22597 ID: 138a97

i need me some fish


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not+op 14/10/29(Wed)08:09 No. 22644 ID: 23fc02

I need me some more delicious story.




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.

Goodness.

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Maybe I should start from the beginning.
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Anonymous 14/03/31(Mon)02:11 No. 21458 ID: 7c1cf6

>>21451

Hooray!


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Nicholas+Fellheimer 14/04/29(Tue)09:36 No. 21648 ID: 923b50

New art, based on my writing!

http://www.hentai-foundry.com/pictures/user/Sparrow/270037/Public-Loli-Dogpile


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Anonymous 14/10/28(Tue)01:44 No. 22626 ID: 3e72fa

>>21648
Will there be a Clean Up Girl part 2?




Against My Will by unknown Anonymous 10/10/30(Sat)08:01 No. 10190 ID: 220478 [Reply]

An old favorite of mine that I've been meaning to repost for a while. F/dog, f/m.

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The hot sun boiled down upon my white skin. School just out for summer I need badly to get started on my tan. I lay motionless in my own backyard, my red two piece bikini covering the smallest amount of skin possible. I was 5'5 and about 110 lbs, blonde, slender and busty for a girl with so little weight. My 30 C cups tits bulging outward at the red fabric draped over them. My boney hips exposed and my shaven cunt covered by just a small triangle of red cloth. I was not a virgin, my boyfriend and I having experimented twice in my life.

I loved the feeling of the warm sun upon my young skin as I heard noises from the fence beside our house. I peered out of my dark sunglasses at the site of a yellow plastic nozzle peeking through the wooden fence posts. I knew instantly that the young boy next door, while turned on at the site of my tight young body, was about to unload his 'super soaker" water gun in my general direction! The little "son of a bitch" never left me alone anymore as I jumped to my feet. The water streaming past me, missing, I laughed aloud and darted for the front door. The boy opened the gate in front of me and charged up the sidewalk ready to unload. Cut off, I darted away from him, my tits bouncing in my suit as I ran for the old building across the alley. I know he had to love the site of my slender, yet jiggling ass running away from him as I made it across the alley and entered the vacant lumber yard building that was full of old boxes. I quickly darted behind a pile and waited for him to pass me by.

I was on all fours, hiding when the nozzle slid up to my head, I didn't even hear him as he snuck up behind me. Laughing, the neighbor boy told me raise up my hands or he would fire. I placed them above my head like a prisoner and stood up. The boy marched me to an opening in the building. I knew if he fired that my body would glisten and be shown off to someone that shouldn't see so much of me. But the entire episode excited me, as he placed a tie around my wrists and bound them behind me. Like a firing squad he stood me in front of him and asked if I had any last words when we both herd a rustling near the door. He looked surprised as his large brown dog trotted over to him. I don't know breeds but the dog weighed at least 100 lbs and was taller than the boys hip. He patted the dog on the head and prepared to fire but the dog trotted towards me. I laughed a little as his dog came over near me, the boy pleaded for the dog to get out of there, as I am sure the boy wanted to see my body soaking wet.

The dog stood at my waist, looking up at me, I asked him if he was my savior, but I couldn't expect what happened next. The dog stuck his nose right into the crotch of my suit and snorted loudly. I was so embarrassed that I jumped backwar Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Anonymous 12/07/28(Sat)05:21 No. 16800 ID: 2aa1b8

bumping for dog whores everywhere


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Anonymous 13/05/03(Fri)09:43 No. 18843 ID: c915ec

keeping this alive


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Anonymous 14/03/01(Sat)00:09 No. 21262 ID: c9a718

bump for love




My Sister is a Dickgirl SNT-NEL 12/02/11(Sat)10:15 No. 15127 ID: b808a3 [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]

Reposting this, for some reason. Even though I felt weird trying to fap to futa lit, I was okay with this one, for some reason.

I remember a long while back, some folks here added to it, and things were great, but then for some reason the mods took it down? I think it was cause it hadn't been updated in forever. But, yeah. RESURRECTION(I hope)
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Anonymous 14/10/31(Fri)06:51 No. 22665 ID: 0ffa9f

Nooooo,it cannot die until Gail is DP'ed and Chase is buttfucked.. It has been foretold!


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DickgirlFan 14/10/31(Fri)07:30 No. 22667 ID: 2f1d92

>>22663
Dude seriously? This is like one of the best erotic stories I've ever read, and thats pretty close to thousands of stories, and with a little polishing it could be the best without a doubt. I refuse to let this story which I've been rereading for years die before it is as complete as it can reasonably be. I owe it to the characters and all the people this story has connected to do my best to assure a proper end.


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newanon 14/10/31(Fri)16:59 No. 22672 ID: ebd729

Seems like I've missed a bit, haha. I'm pretty busy personally, I've got some other writing commitments to finish up to be honest, but if you want to pick it up go for it! I'd be more than happy to bounce ideas off of, so go for it. I'll try and respond to them as best I can.




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