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My First Attempt at story telling Lickit 13/10/16(Wed)21:17 No. 19930 ID: 49e734 [Reply] [Last 50 posts]

Hi, I thought I would attempt a story. Here is
chapter one. Tell me what you think.


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OH MY GOD! Unanimous 14/05/11(Sun)23:18 No. 21727 ID: 08cf70

Wow! This is so close to something I kind of experienced when I was thirteen. I LIKE it. Please continue.


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Any more? Unanimous 14/05/29(Thu)03:25 No. 21844 ID: 1d7f94

AMAZING !!! Please tellme you're going to finish this?


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ughnnn Unanimous 14/06/12(Thu)04:39 No. 21928 ID: 990148

>>19930

I'm loving this. God! Please tell me you're still around.




The Parasite Part 1 (fb, inc, scifi) Death By Snu Snu 12/07/27(Fri)01:06 No. 16783 ID: 97ab06 [Reply]

This is my first attempt at any kind of erotica (though I have written regular stuff before). I hope everyone enjoys it. first part is for the most part straight forward fb incest, but there will be much more (including heavy scifi elements) later on.

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Part 1

“Come on, Sis! Hurry up!”

“Why don’t you slow down you little shit stain!”

The boy ignored his sister and continued down the forest path. Emily sighed. Her parents were evil, making her keep an eye on her little brother, Derik. Despite the unbearable heat outside that day, he insisted on going out. He swore that he saw a meteor crash somewhere in the woods the night before and was hell bent on finding it and bringing it home. But the curious twelve year old couldn’t go out there on his own. Oh no! He needed a babysitter, and who better than his sixteen year old sister, who didn’t have anything better to do that day like sit in the air conditioning and eat ice cream. The only bright side to any of this was that she would be able to cool off a bit, relaxing in a pond back in the woods.

Ironically, the pond is where Derik ended up leading her and where he found the meteor. The football sized space rock sat in a small crater, just off the edge of the pond. Derik excitedly ran over and began examining it. Emily failed to see what was so fascinating about some stupid piece of stone, but she was more interested in something else anyway.

She stripped off her top and bike shorts, already wearing her favorite white and red bikini underneath. No one would hesitate to say that she was an attractive girl. She was slim, tall, had a good complexion, strawberry blond hair that reached down to her shoulders, her breasts were slightly larger than average for a girl her age, and her personal favorite asset, an ass that made jaws hit the floor when she walked by.
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Anonymous 14/05/30(Fri)08:34 No. 21848 ID: b6a8fc

yeah, you should continue, OP. I've been lurking and bumping for months.


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Anonymous 14/06/01(Sun)19:55 No. 21863 ID: 8a961e

>>21498
This just feels like repetition of what's happened. She's fucked two people, oh look, a third man. The idea that the parasite would need to find another woman to reproduce in, leading to all women eventually having the parasites within them and being utterly under the control of their sexual urges and their parasites.
I'd write it if I could be fucked to write it.


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Anonymous 14/06/01(Sun)20:00 No. 21864 ID: 8a961e

>>21863
Plus, it was too much of a jump. The parasite shouldn't just control her mind instantly now, just influences her to be horny and then drives her primal impulses home, eventually turning her into a fuck slave, effectively.
You need to keep the standard of story there still.
This is erotic literature, too many people are forgetting the 'literature' part recently.




Futanari Funland (Futa on Male; Male on Futa; Futa on Futa) ZeroSchneider 13/09/08(Sun)03:30 No. 19676 ID: 024837 [Reply]

Written by: Zixtank (not me!)

Chapter 1: Locked up is fucked up…

Okay, I’m sure at least one of you guys or girls out there has caught three of the hottest girls at school in the act with each other in the girl’s locker room. Even if you haven’t, that is about what happened to me one day. Hey, my name is Alec, I’m eighteen and in my second year at high school. I have pretty long, black hair and everyone says I look feminine, which pisses me off. Something else that pisses me off is that I’m being teased at by every guy at the school and every girl thinks I look super-cute, but stays away because they don’t want to get bullied. So, how about I just take this story from the beginning, okay?

It was a normal, boring day at my normal, boring school with normal, boring classes. The only class that I actually like is physical education. Reason; I’m actually quite athletic. The thing I hate about it is that my male classmates have a tendency of hiding my gear and every time, they come up with a new place. The first time it’d been hidden in another locker, next time, in showers, so that it was soaked when I found it. Last week it was found in a toilet locker. Today, however, they had found the ultimate hiding spot; the girl’s locker room.

“You want it back, you go get it,” Ken said, looking me straight in the eye with a mocking expression.
“Why are you so afraid,” Johnny asked. “You are a girl, aren’t you? Or perhaps you just don’t want any cooties.” They all laughed and I, still in my gym clothes, walked out of the boy’s locker room and looked over at the girl’s. I decided to be as brave as I could and knocked on; no answer. I knocked again; still no answer, so I opened the door slightly and looked inside. I could hear voices; they were coming from around a wooden wall. I peeked around and my eyes widened to the size of wheel-caps; In the middle of the locker-room were three of the hottest girls in the school having sex with each other. Only, it wasn’t normal sex either, as all three of them had a huge cock hanging between their legs, at least fifteen inches each, along with a pair of tennis ball sized testicles. My jaw dropped and I just couldn’t believe it.

I knew who the girls were. The one on the top, fucking one of the other two’s mouth, was Nicole, the one getting it in the mouth, was Jen, and the one on her back, licking Nicole’s balls and fucking Jen’s hot pussy was Christina. God was that a hot sight.
I then turned around and carefully locked the door. Then I continued to watch them. Then I just couldn’t hold myself anymore, so I sat down on the floor, made sure I wasn’t noticed and then took out my dick and began wapping off to the sight before me, God was it hot.

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ZeroSchneider 13/09/08(Sun)03:33 No. 19679 ID: 024837

Chapter 4: Incestuous affairs (Incest and Loli warning!)


“Okay, awkwardness for the win,” I thought. Not only did the reuniting between Christina and Rachel go well, but this was completely ridiculous. You wanna know what is ridiculous. This; both of them screwing the shit out of each other. No sooner than Nicole and Jen had left, had the two of them stripped down each other and me and gotten into a hot round together.

“You two need to slow down,” I said. Christina looked up at me while her massive cock was being devoured by her wanton cousin.
“Why,” She asked. “Has sex become illegal now, too?”
“Incest is,” I said. “Even so, I couldn’t care less though. But the thing that really bothers me is that you two just became friends again and the first thing you do is getting naked. I don’t get it.” Rachel took Christina’s dick, which was oozing precum in quantities already, out of her mouth and looked at me.

“Of course you don’t,” she teased. “Neither do we, but we still do it because it feels right. Now come here and I’ll suck your cock.” Even if it sounded kind of awkward, I went over to her and she immediately went down on me, taking me to the base. Not that I was surprised of that though, since even if I possessed an eight-inch dick, Christina’s was over twice the length and two and a half times the diameter, so if you could get six inches of Christina down your throat, you could easily fit the whole of mine down without difficulties.

Since I and Rachel had already done it earlier on that day, we were a little burnt out, but hell no if we’d back out that easily.
“So good,” I said, rolling my eyes backwards a little. “Your mouth is so warm and your technique is absolutely great.” I could see Rachel blush a little, but then she switched over to Christina and instead, she offered me her tight pussy which I didn’t mind at all.

I slid myself easily into her and it was so tight and warm I thought I was gonna come there and then, but I managed to somehow hold on. I began to thrust slowly into her. It was a really sexy sight to see her cute breasts swing underneath her as I thrust inwards. I could see that Christina was by the top of her day as her cousin’s mouth was again wrapped around her huge pulsing meat. Personally, I envied her for it, I would certainly not have said no to suck Christina’s giant cock and would love to drink her delicious juices too, but having a nice piece of hot pussy is something only a gay man can say no to.
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ZeroSchneider 13/09/08(Sun)03:33 No. 19680 ID: 024837

Chapter 5: Final Farewell


It was hard to concentrate on my exam with the knowledge of that I would move away soon. Luckily, the only exam I had left was World History, in which I had pretty good grades already, so whatever the results of the exam I knew I would get a B anyway.
Still, I hadn’t managed to talk to Christina, Nicole, Jen or Rachel yet. The feeling of having to say it was like the feeling you get when you lose a bet and you have to for example walk on burning coal or something, in other words, it was unbearable.

The bell rang and those of us that was left in the classroom handed in our papers and left. I had hoped to get a moments rest before talking to either of the others, but just as I exited the classroom, Jen caught up with me.
“Hey Alec. What’s up? Are you alright?” Her cheery expression faded immediately as she saw mine.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” I said, but I doubted she believed me.
“Okay,” she said skeptically. Then she suddenly brightened up again. “Guess what,” She said, but didn’t wait to let me answer. “I’ve decided to give Rachel a chance to prove she’s changed.” I looked up at her.

“Really,” I asked. “How are you gonna let her prove it?” Jen smiled.
“You’ll see.” She said playfully. “I’ve mixed up a nice surprise for us at home, so now I’ll just go tell the others then we’re going, okay?”
“Sure,” I said with a wry smile. I had only one thought in mind for what Jen might have come up with, but personally, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to.
“Relax,” she said with a smile. “It’s not sex.” I looked at her with a raised eyebrow. “What? I don’t think of sex all the time. What I’ve thought of is, well, it’s a surprise. I know that Christina’s going to be so happy she’ll hug me till my head falls off.” For some reason, Jen seemed to be a lot more cheerful than she’d been since Rachel showed up at Christina’s door that day and to be perfectly honest, she needed it.
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Anonymous 14/05/31(Sat)13:30 No. 21857 ID: b1293d

Bump. This is too good to let die.




The Realms: Prologue IE!Fn5Xsal0nQ 14/04/24(Thu)23:15 No. 21604 ID: 4ed8c3 [Reply]

i was feeling kinda creative, so i decided to make a world. steampunk was an afterthought, and i figured i could make it work. feedback is appreciated, but please spare me the tl;dr crap. i know my other story gets that, but for this post at least, i'm using the "giant block of text" effect for my advantage.

Scene: Victorian Age
Labels: fantasy/ mythology, borderline steampunk, plot, 1st person
Kinks: it's a secret


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Of the orders of nymphae, there are five: gnomes, undines, sylphs, salamanders, and sprites. Each of these corresponds to a specific element of the natural world--earth, water, air, fire, and aether (respectively)--and as such, colloquial terminology calls these creatures elementals. It is commonly misstated that the first of these claimed an essence and that is how they came into being. However, their existence more accurately predates the world. In some circles, it is widely accepted that the mechanisms of nature itself found origin in the nymphae, and indeed that they continue to be carried out through direct influence. This, of course, gives rise to the question of their appearance. Though it is true that nymphae obscure their presence in the material realm on a regular basis, of those that can take physical form, there are numerous. The reason for undergoing this process of materialisation is not fully understood; the human mind finds it counterintuitive, for it has long been known that the life of a nymph is most vulnerable to harm when one assumes a physical state. This is seen most strongly in the case of the sylphs: arguably the most delicate order, there is no factual record to-date depicting a material personification of these creatures. In following that theory, the hardy gnomes are often encountered in nature, as though by some deliberate need for attention.
In this way, that which we see in nature and, in fact, that which we are, existed first in the nymphae. Rock is rigid because gnomes are so, water fluid because the undines are. Even the existence of the aethereal realm has long been questioned, because sprites are sly and scheming creatures. To one who has ever been graced with the sight of a nymph, the form would undoubtedly appear as a human; but this, as with much of our thought, is backward: it is we who actually appear nymph-like. In understanding this sort of precedence, we begin to learn much about the nymphae. For example, being physical creatures, we know very well the limits binding us. The animal form is an assimilation of the five elements: bones, blood, breath, nerves, and soul (respectively). The vegetable form only lacks fire. A nymph, when binding itself to the material, experiences similar limitations, though this depends greatly upon the essence of the individual's nature. Sylphs, if indeed they can be said to take on form, are least bound among the orders, and salamanders second to that, though these Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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This is awesome Moonhey 14/05/19(Mon)22:57 No. 21795 ID: d9b4f3

You sir are a gent and deserve to be treated as such. Could perhaps you continue this, for it is jolly good.


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The Missing Link IE!Fn5Xsal0nQ 14/05/28(Wed)00:02 No. 21838 ID: 4ed8c3

We left the statue in its trench and walked on through the trees, she leading and I following close as we wove our way around other hidden traps. We talked back and forth. I showed her the journal, and told her about Mr. Bryant; I filled her in on William and the swamp; I left out the part about my deal with the nymphs, but told her how I'd found and freed the golem. "I thought, perhaps, it was an oread," I'd said. Her response made my ignorance show all the more.

She'd told me much about her mother, and her father, and all of her siblings. Her name was Sama, and she was the eldest of her direct family. Their village was very communal, and she admitted how strange it'd seem to outsiders. Her father had other children by other women, and the way she spoke of him made it seem as though he were some tribal chief. But she insisted they were very civilised, and perhaps every bit as modern as I'd been raised.

My stomach rumbled off and on, and I'd told her how my last meal was a sole apple that appeared out of nowhere. "Sounds like a gift from a mother," Sama commented.

"A...mother?"

She just smiled knowingly, and I was about to ask her what she meant when the most delightful smell wafted through the air. We now walked side by side as I followed my nose, and she giggled in shared pleasure. The terrain had begun to roll gently, and trees were grander, as tall and heavily built as though we had instead shrunk in size. Roots arched outward over our heads, and as we went beyond one, the sounds of jubilation came faintly to my ears.

The deeper we delved, the more cluttered the landscape became: strewn with shattered boulders that had roots sprawling through their cracks, plants with wide plates of leaves that bobbed as we walked past, thick carpets of moss lining the bark of roots. Some spaces narrowed quite uncomfortably along the path Sama brought me through. She continued on nimbly, even vanished from view except for a flick of colour 'round a massive trunk or beyond lush overgrowth. The thickness of the forest and the shade cast by root and canopy alike brought on a gentle ambience, a faint glow of silver as though the mists of the swamp had returned; yet the air was not so stagnant, and vision was not impaired, and in fact it was an altogether softer atmosphere.

Now her presence ahead of me was concealed entirely. I'd have lost my way, if not for the intensifying stream of gaeity--deep notes reverberating through the wood and clear shouts once in a while, and the swollen aroma that had me drooling to find its source. I came at last to a curtain of vines, and as I reached my hand to part them, it was drawn instead by some other force.

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Quenching a Queen's Quest IE!Fn5Xsal0nQ 14/05/29(Thu)00:05 No. 21842 ID: 4ed8c3

His erection remained, only now it shone and glistened along every inch, and if its sharp creases, meandering veins, and deep colours were lacking before, they were now clearly illustrated beneath my saliva. I could feel small pieces of his cum still sliding down to my stomach, where an unnatural amount should have filled my hunger but instead only teased my appetite. I knew not how it happened; I did not consider why it had never occurred. All I knew was that my body was craving more of this white honey, and I needed to get it, before I'd truly go insane, or else sense myself to be dying of thirst.

I'd licked my lips in an instant, but the clumps that landed upon my breasts were, to my mind, stale. Their own heat carried over with that given off by my skin, but they'd started to separate, to become runny and drip over my body like sweat. I could not explain it even if I had the capacity to ponder the phenomenon: my mind simply did not consider it acceptable anymore. Only the freshest of man's milk would suffice.

And I could not imagine how much would be enough, for my stomach felt bloated with semen. Had it been filled so with beverage or food, the thought of more would make me sick. But now, the thought of more was the only thought I had. It was not desire: it was necessity. If I were drowned in cum, my being would think it the greatest feeling yet. And if this man's refractory period was nil, that seemed to be a likely conclusion for me.

This man. Who was he? I glanced at him once or twice, beyond the focus of this wonderful piece of meat. He looked familiar, but only slightly. In honesty, whether I knew him or not didn't matter at this moment. For he had given me this feeling, and could supply more toward it, and as far as I could tell he was willing to offer it. Perhaps I'd made it pleasant for him. Perhaps he'd needed release and I freed the pressure from him. In that moment, there was only us: he, whom I could not place, and me, whom I did not know. His purpose, then, was only to provide for my need; and my purpose, only to obtain it.

I'd squeezed and stroked his masterful weapon, lewdly passed my tongue over and along it, suckled its swollen head and even jabbed my tongue inside it to gather some straggling bits of flavor. The taste, the scent drove me. I hungrily lapped up a meaty sphere and managed to get it past my teeth, drooling around it as though my body would swallow it whole. It popped free from my lips, oozed long trails of spit down to the ground as my tongue explored the underside of his shaft, flattened and pushed his skin along, and tickled the base of his glans.

I was content in my efforts, presumed him to be as well; but I'd forgotten that we were not quite so alone. A whisper caught in my ear, made my mind pause and my eyes open, my tongue linger and my worshipful hands falter, but I carried on soonafter as t Message too long. Click here to view the full text.




Some Futa on Male Stories Anonymous 14/04/08(Tue)21:26 No. 21510 ID: 423987 [Reply]

Boy-toy

Chapter 1

As soon as I open the door I know what’s going to happen. “Hi.” I feel a lump in my throat, “Hi Beth.” She smiles, she’s beautiful, and her slender legs, pert breasts, deep green eyes, auburn hair and angelic face all made her seem like a goddess. She’s the same age as me, 16, and we’ve been friends almost since we were born. But over the last few months, something has changed. Recently she’s been coming over more and more often, always when my parents are out. They don’t think it’s unusual, we’re friends, and she does live just across the road, but there’s something about her that’s very unusual. She was born with it, apparently. I don’t think about it, it’s more than a little strange, but no matter what happens when she comes round, I can’t quite bring myself to stop her.
“Can I come in?” she asks, sweet and polite, as she always is before she’s certain both my parents are out. “Course,” I respond, “they both left half an hour ago.” Every Sunday my parents go to the big supermarket in the next town, it takes them twenty minutes to get there and they spend a good two hours inside.
“Great, can we go up to your room?” I sigh, “Sure, I suppose.” We walk up the stairs to my room, and with every step, I begin to grow more and more apprehensive. When we reach my room, I open the door for her, “Such a gentleman,” she says with a giggle.
As soon as I close the door and turn around she presses me up against it, kissing passionately, almost urgently, rubbing up against me. Despite my best intentions, I feel myself starting to get hard. Although I know no good will come of it, she always leaves me hanging. It isn’t long before I begin to feel something much bigger and harder press up against my erection, practically squashing it. And let me make something perfectly clear, I am not particularly small, about 7 inches rock hard, but she was more like 11, and still growing. “Eager are we?” she says with a smile. Her face is innocent. Her intentions are not, not even close.
She starts sucking on my earlobe, taking off her skirt at the same time, and gently squeezing my package. The whimper that I let out is unexpected, and as such I don’t manage to contain it. The only reaction she shows is when her cock pulses slightly, begging for release. She likes this, turning the tables; she’s always the one on top. I’m always the one who has to get down on my knees, and finish myself off after she’s gone. The first few times, I managed to convince myself that I didn’t like it. That I liked girls. I liked their soft skin, round breasts, thin waists and feminine faces. But when I did fuck a girl, and I was the one on top, I struggled to get it up. And it took almost twenty minutes for me to come. Even when Beth doesn’t touch me, I feel closer than after the five-minutes blowjob that girl had given me before she pulled off h Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Anonymous 14/04/09(Wed)06:14 No. 21511 ID: f5b1c2

Please look up how to use linebreaks.


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Anonymous 14/04/09(Wed)11:03 No. 21517 ID: 423987

Oh faen, sorry. Did have them but the formatting got messed up, will sort that out in future.


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Anonymous 14/05/17(Sat)11:33 No. 21785 ID: ad4858

Ignore the critics




Tags: nymph, lolita, ephebophile Anonymous 14/05/15(Thu)14:32 No. 21771 ID: 881f1f [Reply]

I'm not really into loli so I wanted to write something that I don't find on here much. This is my first story, criticism very much appreciated.




He bumped into her as he rounded the corner. She mumbled "Sorry" as her face displayed an expression of mild shock. Their eyes met and he smiled at her.

She had an oval face with eyes that he couldn't quite tell if they were blue. Red hair fell in long waves below her shoulders. Cute.

He took all of this in in a fraction of a second. He was already walking before he realized that she was attractive. He took ten more steps and turned around to follow her.

She must have been about 14. Her ass waved as she took steps, making her butt jiggle ever so slightly. She was wearing yoga pants. It was not a small ass, but it wasn't as fat as he had seen in some girls. It was still generous, though, fully round and already fully formed, not like her breasts, which had only recently begun its transformation from a girl's to a woman's.

He wished there weren't so many other people around. He briefly pondered the idea of taking out his phone and snapping a few pictures of her butt in high resolution, or maybe a video so that he can watch the outlines of her panties as the flesh jiggled in the privacy of his room later.

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Anonymous 14/05/15(Thu)14:45 No. 21774 ID: 881f1f

Fuck, can someone delete the other copies of my post?


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Anonymous 14/05/15(Thu)15:38 No. 21775 ID: 881f1f

He thought about the things he could do to her. He wanted to smell her. He wanted to touch her. He wanted to touch her gently and to touch her violently. He wanted to grab her tits. He wanted to push his fingers inside her. He wanted to caress her. He wanted to lick her pussy. He wanted to hear her moan and hear her scream.

Almost as if by some deus ex machina the fire alarm went off and within seconds people started to file away to the exits.




nymph, lolita, ephebophile Anonymous 14/05/15(Thu)14:40 No. 21773 ID: 881f1f [Reply]

I'm not really into loli so I wanted to write something that I don't find on here much. This is my first story, criticism very much appreciated.


He bumped into her as he rounded the corner. She mumbled "Sorry" as her face displayed an expression of mild shock. Their eyes met, and he smiled at her. She had an oval face with eyes that he couldn't quite tell if they were blue. Red hair fell in long waves below her shoulders. Cute.
He took all of this in in a fraction of a second. He was already walking before he realized that she was attractive. He took ten more steps and turned around to follow her.
She must have been about 14. Her ass waved as she took steps, making her butt jiggle ever so slightly. She was wearing yoga pants. It was not a small ass, but it wasn't as fat as he had seen in some girls. It was still generous, though, fully round and already fully formed, not like her breasts, which had only recently begun its transformation from a girl's to a woman's.
He wished there weren't so many other people around. He briefly pondered the idea of taking out his phone and snapping a few pictures of her butt in high resolution, or maybe a video so that he can watch the outlines of her panties as the flesh jiggled in the privacy of his room later.
He decided against it. Thinking about this was already starting to give him a boner. He walked faster and tried to navigate a path so that he could bump into her again.
She had stopped walking. She was standing in a line to pay for something she had brought. She must have noticed him staring, and looked in his direction. He looked away. He looked at her again. She glanced at him and brushed her fingers through her hair. He eye fucked her for a few more minutes and when she glanced back and kept playing with her hair he figured she was as interested in him as he was with her. Or the attention flattered her ego, at least. Girls are very prurient and curious about the opposite sex at this age.




Anonymous 14/05/15(Thu)14:35 No. 21772 ID: 881f1f [Reply]

I'm not really into loli so I wanted to write something that I don't find on here much. This is my first story, criticism very much appreciated.


He bumped into her as he rounded the corner. She mumbled "Sorry" as her face displayed an expression of mild shock. Their eyes met and he smiled at her. She had an oval face with eyes that he couldn't quite tell if they were blue. Red hair fell in long waves below her shoulders. Cute. He took all of this in in a fraction of a second. He was already walking before he realized that she was attractive. He took ten more steps and turned around to follow her.

She must have been about 14. Her ass waved as she took steps, making her butt jiggle ever so slightly. She was wearing yoga pants. It was not a small ass, but it wasn't as fat as he had seen in some girls. It was still generous, though, fully round and already fully formed, not like her breasts, which had only recently begun its transformation from a girl's to a woman's. He wished there weren't so many other people around. He briefly pondered the idea of taking out his phone and snapping a few pictures of her butt in high resolution, or maybe a video so that he can watch the outlines of her panties as the flesh jiggled in the privacy of his room later.

He decided against it. Thinking about this was already starting to give him a boner. He walked faster and tried to navigate a path so that he could bump into her again. She had stopped walking. She was standing in a line to pay for something she had brought. She must have noticed him staring, and looked in his direction. He looked away. He looked at her again. She glanced at him and brushed her fingers through her hair.

He eye fucked her for a few more minutes and when she glanced back and kept playing with her hair he figured she was as interested in him as he was with her. Or the attention flattered her ego, at least. Girls are very prurient and curious about the opposite sex at this age.




1st, 2nd person, ped, MFg, reluc, voyeur -- untitled by Anonymous Anonymous 14/05/12(Mon)05:44 No. 21728 ID: 0f5c87 [Reply]

I'm many things. One of them is a pedophile. I love little girls. I always have. Just before puberty as a girl's breasts are just beginning to swell, as she is just beginning to feel differently about boys. When her hips aren't straight anymore but not yet rounded. It's a special age and very few men are allowed to experiment with such girls.

My family crest is red as blood and black as oil. Its white ordinary runs left to right and down separating a weeping rabbit from a leopard. The strong and the week unite, and the whole is protected. My father improved it, my great grandfather built it, and I keep it on the broad marble wall of my living room. Its dignity defines the estate.

Absolute power is in the hands of one person in my family. One person makes the decisions that build or tear down cities. Support that senator. Build that factory. Buy this land. Kill that journalist. Blackmail this judge. It has been this way since my Great Grandfather built a fabric shop and my grandfather grew it into a globe spanning empire of trade. I have the power now, and I will until I'm old and my son is ready.

Today was my birthday. I'm twenty-five years old. I don't know how much money I have, and I've never touched a dollar. That's all taken care of by my staff. James is my butler and he is my closest friend. He never asks what needs to be done, he just knows and takes care of things for me. James has earned my deepest trust. Today was a wonderful day.

My dad screwed one of the office girls decades ago and she had a son. It wasn't a case of gold digging, the condom broke. He must have had feelings for her: He let her keep the boy. My half-brother Timothy was given enough money to get by but he was never really one of the Family. Never one of us. Timothy would do anything to change that. He wants a better life for his children.

Tim's wife is named Sarah. She's from Brazil and has a fiery passion. A beautiful girl with perfect breasts. It's impossible to tell that she has given birth twice. Sarah once tried to have sex with me. After a family dinner she snuck into my study and told me her husband wanted her to fuck me. She unzipped her formal blue gown exposing her little brown nipples. It was more than temptation. I believed it a trap and politely turned her down. To attract such a loyal girl Tim must have all of the genetic heritage of the Family.

Their daughter is named Anna. Anna has long, straight black hair that flows down her back. She has shining brown eyes and is bright and curious about the world around her. At twelve years old Anna is just the age that makes me want a girl. I've never seen her naked but she has been over swimming sometimes. Two years ago she wore a bikini when she came over. I guess I was a little too obvious. Okay frankly I couldn't keep my mouth shut as she innocently ran arou Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Anonymous 14/05/14(Wed)00:23 No. 21758 ID: ffe938

>>21728
awesome, will there be more parts?


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Anonymous 14/05/14(Wed)07:21 No. 21762 ID: 0f5c87

>>21758
If I get enough feedback I'll continue posting. If enough people like this particular universe I'll continue posting about it.


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Anonymous 14/05/14(Wed)08:46 No. 21766 ID: 0f5c87

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"Not in that dress you won't!"

It was Anna's first day for the sixth grade. Her father sat at the kitchen table coffee and a newspaper in his hand. Money had been tight -- all of her clothes came from a thrift store but her parents tried hard to choose colors and styles that she would like.

Last year those styles had changed a little. Daddy sat down with her (she was ten years old at the time) and explained that her life would be changing in a few years. That she would start to grow and become a woman. Her clothes would change too. A woman's clothes were chosen to look pretty but she would soon want the interest of boys and style. She should get used to clothes just a little tighter, a little shorter. Soon she would enjoy them.

The clothing had, as promised, changed just a little. Now they gave her fewer clothes, so she was a year too big for the old ones. Jeans that fit last year now defined her butt. Shirts that were loose were now tight, especially over her just-starting tits. They promised to buy bigger clothes next year. They did buy a few garments. Mommy and Daddy gave her pajamas that were prettier. They were made of thin fabric and red and frilly. She loved them. They gave her one dress her size. It was a summer dress with flowers and buttons in front. Mommy tailored it, giving it a lower, narrower neckline. And they bought her a white dress for formal occasions.

Now she wore the white dress. She had been hoping he wouldn't notice. She knew they wanted to keep it nice. "but Daddy!" Anna whined. "We talked about this. You need to wear your other clothes." Anna stomped up to her room. Reluctantly she donned the jean skirt and button-down blouse her mother had laid out. As she walked it flipped out with each step. It was above her knees now and her toned, smooth legs were shown off well.

When she came downstairs her mother was there too, smiling. "now eat your breakfast honey and I'll drop you off at school" As she ate her cereal Anna was uncomfortable about how Daddy looked at her legs. She crossed them. "Anna", Daddy spoke. "Last year we taught you to cross your legs to be more grownup, and I'm proud that you remembered. But something has changed. I'll tell you more about it later but it means you have to be grownup in a different way from now on. You can't cross your legs anymore." Anna looked at Daddy with confused brown eyes and uncrossed her legs. Daddy was sitting to her left and couldn't see her panties. He could see between the buttons of her shirt, but only a little bit.

Mommy knelt by the door. "Anna there's one more thing we have to do before we go." And she hiked up Anna's skirt and removed the white cotton panties! Anna's mouth formed an "O". "huh??" Mommy s Message too long. Click here to view the full text.




The Escapist dede 14/05/10(Sat)20:16 No. 21713 ID: 620eb5 [Reply]

The morning was cool and damp and Randal woke with a fever and no appetite. His mother tried to get him to eat some of the breakfast she had made for him, but it was no use she knew. On days like this, feeding him proved impossible. So he did what he usually did on a Wednesday and watched the outside world from his second story window.

There was more than just morning mist and pollen hanging in the air out there. More than father and his stableboy working with the horses and putting them through their paces. There was Claire, and today she was bringing more books for him.

Claire was blonde and older than Randal by several years. She was a lovely young blonde girl with a splash of pink on each cheek and bright green eyes. When Randal was having one of his healthier, more vigorous days he'd lay awake at night thinking about her. Recently he had noticed himself changing and twice he had found pleasure in it.

This only drew him to her more intensely. Besides, she was bringing him more books and he was a fiend for books.

He had tried to teach her to read, but found her sluggish to learn and she quickly became disinterested. She kept bringing him more books, though, as long as he promised to read her any letters she received in the mail.

He spent the early morning fighting nausea and reading stories of great adventurers and privateers. He had read it several times before, but when you read as much as he did, you read them all and the best parts several times.

Before long, there she was: Coming up the path in a blue dress and bonnet with green grass stains on her long white socks from walking through the tall wet grass instead of just using the road. She was nearly halfway up the path when she stopped to watch something that he couldn't quite see. Judging from the clopping hooves, he knew it would be Kendrick coming to show off some more.

Kendrick was on the Andalusian stallion his father called Figaro. He was a young show horse and they had been teaching him all of the gaits and tricks for months now in preparation for a big show coming up. Claire turned to watch as Ken drove Figaro into a strafe and circled her at what was probably an unsafe distance.
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Anonymous 14/05/11(Sun)10:04 No. 21720 ID: 620eb5

As encouraging as that is, I don't know what I'm writing until I write it, so I guess I'll just have to live with mediocrity. As long as that's okay with you, that is :)


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Anonymous 14/05/12(Mon)19:53 No. 21737 ID: 064e95

>>21721
How about calming down?

I enjoyed the opening, and am looking forward to the next installment.

Tags or no tags, I don't mind giving stories chances.


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Anonymous 14/05/13(Tue)15:53 No. 21753 ID: 620eb5

Manners, he says. I think my time might be better spent finding a new community to post shit in than writing more for this one. We had a good run, 7chan.




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