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The Dildo Anonymous 17/01/15(Sun)01:25 No. 24897 ID: 277f74 [Reply]

Mff, lesbian, impregnation, mind control

The Dildo, Part 1


We were 13. Amanda was my first sexual partner. Before I even met her, I had figured out I had zero interest in boys, but she was the one who taught me I was a lesbian. She was wild and passionate. I was shy and reserved, but when I was in bed with Amanda, I let go. She took me to places I never imagined I could go. When Amanda was stroking my naked slit with her darting tongue, I was transported to another world. When our naked bodies were intertwined like jungle vines, and our mouths were locked together, I was part Amanda, and Amanda was part me. When our little girl pussies ground together we were joined in body and in spirit.

I was in love with Amanda. I really was. She was an incredible lover. We would wrap our bodies around each other and kiss passionately for hours. She would tongue my ear and say nasty things to me, and I would return the favor. It was hot and wet and very steamy. We would go to sleep, our naked bodies locked together. We would often cum together and our bodies would quiver in an explosion of pleasure as though we were one. For two kids only 13 years old, we were a very hot couple. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her.

One Friday night, Amanda came to my house for our weekly "spend the night" with her usual overnight bag. My Dad had a date, as he often did on Fridays, and so we had the house to ourselves for a while. When the doorbell rang, Amanda pranced in the moment I opened the door. She made me close my eyes for a surprise.

When I opened them again, I was totally shocked to see a man standing behind her! He was older than my father, and kind of fat and creepy looking. He had a big grin on his face, and some kind of stick in his hand, which shined a red laser into my eyes.

I felt my mind go fuzzy, and a ringing in my ears. I could hear words, but couldn't understand what was being said. My heart was racing, and my breathing was going crazy.
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The Creeper (Loli) Anonymous 13/12/27(Fri)00:33 No. 20531 ID: a2f9ff [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]

So, where to start?

Name’s Ed. Edward to my parents. Ed to everyone who doesn’t treat me like a four-year-old piece of shit. My story isn’t particularly a normal one, although I guess if it was, it wouldn’t be much of a story. But I guess you’re wondering what the super, awesomely amazing thing that I have taken the time out of my day to tell is. Well, it kind of is amazing, but all good things come to an end. But, I’ll get to that later. Don’t want to ruin the story before it’s even started, do I?

The Creeper. Quite an apt name to describe myself, to be perfectly honest, even if it does contain a bold resemblance to the giant green penises within that god-awful game called Minecraft. Ahem, anyway, the name is kind of related to my story. Or completely related, I guess. You see, throughout my life, I’ve been a bit of a creep. Not in a complete beta-fag, following girls around with pit stains and braces, trailing them until they recognise my existence kind of way. In fact, to be completely honest with you, I’ve never been bad with girls. I mean, I lost my virginity at 13, so I guess that’s not too bad of an achievement, eh? Anyway, enough bragging. The reason for the name is sort of derived from my ahh… hobbies. Ever since I got my first phone (or at least, phone with the nifty little camera on it), I’ve been a fan of taking creep shots. Y’know, sneaking dirty pics of people in public without their knowledge or consent, to then take back to my home and have a glorious fap to. Weird, but nothing too abnormal to create a story about, right? Wrong.

Taking creep shots is generally looked down upon, but to some people it’s a good thing. It helps other people to get their dick hard, so it’s really a good thing. Although, the sort of creep shots I take probably shouldn’t be shared with anyone. Ever. But I’m fine with that. I’m generally quite a selfish person anyway. But I can hear your voices screaming at me to tell you the mystery shots that I could possibly take. I assume a lot of you have guessed this already anyway, but I’ll comply nonetheless. They are girls. Little girls. Lolis. Whatever you want to calm them. I would hover around parks and wait for these girls in short skirts to reveal their cute little butts after swinging around on the monkey bars. Oh the panties. They were perhaps the biggest turn on for me. Pink was best. The girlier the better. And there I’d be, with my phone out, sneaking every shot possible. Then I would travel home just awaiting that amazing fap.

Anyway, you know the name, but not the game. So, I’ll tell you my story. I guess the best place to start would be when I was 13. At this point, I wasn’t even remotely close to being interested in little girls. I was simply interested in any girl my own age, much like any other guy. Ironically, it was the involvement with a girl my own age that actually got me into girls much younger Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

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Anonymous 16/10/16(Sun)01:42 No. 24737 ID: b549fc

More 'fan fiction'...so don't blame the OP for this...

Chapter 18: Double-teamed

My backpack, containing laptop and cables, came with me this time. Sara and Ellie seemed especially excited about my arrival, and dragged me up to their room literally the second their mom was out the door. Just about the first thing the girls wanted to do, both of them, was play-wrestle. I discovered this as they launched their surprise attack, knocking me back onto Sara's bed, but in the ensuing chaos we somehow wound up on the floor. My role was to make the contest entertaining, but ultimately lose. Soon I was on my back with both girls on top of me. Ellie was seated on my stomach, and Sara had just done a belly-flop onto my chest. Four small hands got control of my right hand, and Sara pinned my wrist down just in front of her, pressing with all her might.

Ellie now went for my left wrist, and once captured, she pulled it straight up, which jammed my upper arm well up between Sara's spread thighs; Sara promptly scissored my arm. I was being held in a cross-body pin by a seven-year-old. A bit of tugging by Ellie got my left bicep pressed right up against her sister's pussy.

This left the older girl free to slide down almost to my knees and work on getting my pants and briefs pulled down to my thighs, which she did with practiced efficiency. "You let Sara give you a stiffy," Ellie said. "Perv!"

Guilty as charged. Young as she may be, the little minx had been humping my arm the whole while. Ellie recaptured my wrist and yanked on my left arm, wedging it more firmly into her sister's crotch. Sara rubbed her pussy against my bicep at an increasing rate.

To reach my arm, Ellie had to move forward onto my hips, and having her panties pressed against my bare boner was not going to make it go away. Not that anyone wanted that to happen, of course.

The girls then concentrated on my right arm, trapping it at my side, under Ellie's thigh. Ellie proceeded to go after my left arm, and secured it under her other thigh, though Sara was noticeably reluctant to give up the saddle she was riding. The older girl leaned back slightly to pin both my wrists, then began dry humping me slowly and deliberately.
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Anonymous 16/10/16(Sun)01:43 No. 24738 ID: b549fc

More 'fan fiction'...so don't blame the OP for this...

Chapter 19: The Interrogation

Once we were alone the following Thursday, the girls seemed just as excited and impatient as the last time. Seeing as how they dragged me upstairs last time before we put the chain on the door (the discovery of which challenged my bowel control when I came back downstairs after that 'wrestling match'), I first explained the new protocol to them: all three of us had our own checklist to go through at the start of each night. The one and only item on each was: Chain The Door!

With a stuffed rabbit plush toy standing sentinel at the bottom of the stairs (the 'unchain' reminder for later), I let them lead me upstairs. The girls took turns explaining that we were going to 'play pretend', and once in their bedroom, Sara produced a plastic toy gun and announced, "Hands above your head!"

Even in her tiny hands, the gun was ridiculously small, but I felt it best to comply. The order was countermanded by Ellie, who wanted my hands held out in front of me. She had come prepared with a decorative belt with interlocking silver links, which she looped around my wrists, then drew the remainder between my wrists and looped that around the bonds. She had a little paper clip which she threaded through two strategic links, and then I was led away in chains. She was wearing a denim skirt, which I suspected actually belonged to Sara, since it was so ridiculously short for her.

So I watched as Ellie led the way, towing me along with her 'leash', and Sara followed behind and tended to her guard duties. The secret Dungeon Room was artfully disguised as an ordinary bathroom; after closing the door behind us, I was made to stand with my back to the door. Ellie dragged the little one-foot-high stool in front of me, and stood on it so that she could loop that belt over the clothes hook jutting out from the back of the door. There was, it seemed, no way to leave the dreaded dungeon without their consent.

Ellie turned to Sara and asked, "Where's the pillow case?" and was met by a little 'oops' from her sister. Sara started for the hall linen closet, then stopped when she realized that their captive was blocking the exit. "Never mind," giggled Ellie, who turned and started rooting around in the dirty clothes hamper. "I think these will be perfect," she said triumphantly, withdrawing a used pair of knickers that I immediately recognized as hers.

Standing on the stool again, she hooked the waistband under my chin and drew it up over the top of my head, covering my face. With a little adjustment, she arranged for one leg opening to allow my mouth and chin to peek out, and the other leg hole was pulled back onto my forehead. This, of course, put her gusset right across my eyes, and she Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

Anonymous 16/11/07(Mon)07:06 No. 24805 ID: 498abd

Loving the fan fiction... Moar!

Rise of the Harem Nation HigherMoose 16/03/29(Tue)06:27 No. 24163 ID: 62b1d7 [Reply] [Last 50 posts]

Long time lurker, decided to take a stab at it.

Summary: Seth, a disrespected royal guard, and Dotan, a recently-freed, enigmatic, chauvinistic sex god, plot to overthrow their country that is ruled by beautiful but snobby goddesses. They ignite a war to enslave all the women of their world into harems for men's debauched pleasure. The more their forces enslave...the wilder they become, with brutal soldier brothels, personal sex slaves, enlarging harems, and breaking the will of the women they capture. Can they be stopped? What does Dotan really want?

Tags: LOTS OF sexual slavery, sexism, impregnation, body modification, mind control, rape, prostitution, corruption, gangbang.

SCENES OF: Anthro (transformed cow girl), anal, tit-fuck, threesomes, moresomes, magic, incest, torture, bondage, sadism, masochism, exhibitionism, humiliation, spanking, blowjobs, handjobs, rimming, toys, solo male, solo female, and probably more.

Be sure to leave a response if you read! It'll really brighten my day! Also, yes, I know I'm a sick fuck. Anyway, enjoy!


Chapter 1

It was night time in the garden of Starminster Castle. The castle was where Goddess Zophiel, the chief goddess of the country of Atlea, ruled. All of those fancy names and regality didn’t stop the night guard from doing what he was doing. In the center of the massive garden was a statue of Zophiel. She was in all of her majestic glory, with her wings extended, striking a heroic pose, and a massive halo hanging above her head. What attracted the guard to the statue, however, was how little she was wearing. Only a single ribbon covered her nipples and the area between her legs. It was meant to show off her majestic body as a thing of beauty...but that wasn’t what the guard saw.
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Anonymous 16/12/19(Mon)19:19 No. 24847 ID: 8eaebd

is gud. kip goink

Anonymous 16/12/28(Wed)19:12 No. 24858 ID: 9f2d95

Molto Bene

HigherMoose 17/01/09(Mon)05:11 No. 24878 ID: b35c43

Guys, I'm working on the next chapter, but I just got to share something with you. I literally found THE song that embodies Dotan. It's Monster by Starset. Just listen and read the lyrics!


Anonymous 16/12/27(Tue)10:29 No. 24857 ID: 75c683 [Reply]

Hey I noticed this board gets a little more traffic. I know you pervs love reading smut and shit, but, on the SFW lit board a mod opened up a thread about starting a reading group if enough people are interested. However, we need at least 30 people to agree by the end of JAN, so, I (obviously) am here to ask for your support in this endeavor. I love /lit/ and would really love to some activity on that board.
So if you have the chance go over to the sticky and let the mod know what's up!


In need of a writer Anonymous 16/12/27(Tue)06:13 No. 24855 ID: 52d967 [Reply]

Hey folks. Due to hardware issues I'm unable to add text to pictures, but I'm still able to photoshop images. I'm looking for a writer who could write me some erotic stories to go with pictures I've made for myself and others.
Some of the themes would rather dark, BDSM,abuse, forced sex, sex slavery, and others; a few may contain homosexual themes. I've been trying for quite a while now to find someone willing to help me it. Usually someone agrees to help but never follows through.

If you're willing to write some twisted stories, I could return the favor by photoshopping pictures for you. It's a bonus if you're able to add the text to the image itself, I can provide space for the captions, but even just writing some good material would be a great help!

Let me know if you're able to help and we can discuss it over email. Thanks.

I can email you samples of my work, it won't let me post them here. All emails and requests will be remain private.

HigherMoose 16/12/27(Tue)07:30 No. 24856 ID: 4382e0

What the hell, I'm not getting much of a response with my stuff I post around. I'll do one if you want.


Housecat - Ageplay, Futa, Incest, and more! Anonymous 14/06/03(Tue)12:26 No. 21875 ID: 47e7b4 [Reply]

Mother was different, I guess.

From what they told me, my mother and my father were madly in love. They travelled the world together, like some cheese romance movie that you feel like you paid too much to see. Up late, always together, they were inseparable. My father had made quite a lot of money in his profession, and we were very well off. They loved me unconditionally, and I felt there was no better childhood to have. Christmas was beautiful. Summer was vacation. Birthdays were christening events.

When father died, my mother became Sadie. She didn't have to work, we had enough in savings to send ten children to college in thirty years inflation, but it was only her and I. It made me feel out of place, no longer were there interesting meals and a neat, varying lifestyle. My mother just sat around the house, laying on the couch or sitting at the dinner table for hours on end. She wasn't blank, but she didn't care anymore. When we caught eyes, she looked at me like a burden, or a reminder of things she had lost. I was 10 at the time, but now I'm 15.

"Sophie," Sadie called to me, turning her head but not actually looking at me, "don't forget to pick up milk on your way home from school." She looked like the shell of a woman that I had known before. Her hair was still a bushy curl of long brown crescents, and her figure was still the deep envy of neighboring women, but she sat on our long couch with no soul or composure. Her arm hung off and she turned her head back into staring at the ceiling, the daylight burning the curtains and the furniture. I went to school 6 miles away, but from this point I was plenty used to walking in the Californian sun. I didn't really remember what father looked like if it weren't for the pictures that hung on the walls and the mantle, and I looked at one on my way out. We all looked so happy. I turned my head back to Sadie, who had resumed the blank stare at the ceiling. Shutting the door with a little more force than usual, I began the blister blossom walk.

People liked me, I guess. Everyone I knew at school was very nice to me, but I couldn't let them under the armor. Nobody could really get what was wrong. All of my classmates wouldn't understand what my life was like, it was best to just let them get back to listening to their pop music and wearing their pattern pocket shirts. The school day just rose and fell like the sun around the building, and before I knew it, the day was over. All I could think about was how much a damn skateboard would cost as I began to roll my heels in my converse, which weren't exactly the holy grail of foot support. The sun had started coloring the horizon as I opened the door of my home, at the top of a vista hill, and shut the door behind me.

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Anonymous 15/03/29(Sun)09:45 No. 23425 ID: dcec89


I must not fear.
Fear is the mind-killer.
Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.

I will face my fear.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.

Where the fear has gone there will be nothing.

Only I will remain.

The point between being asleep and being awake is something you only really feel every once and a while. An alarm gone off too early, right in the middle of a dream. A sound in the night waking you with instant awareness. Some days you wake up, clear as day, and don't realize twelve hours have passed you by. It is, for all intents and purposes, a stasis.
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Anonymous 15/03/29(Sun)09:46 No. 23426 ID: dcec89

My ID seemed to have changed, but I don't think anyone wants to pretend to have to write this business.

Not dead. Just doing it on my own time.

Anonymous 16/12/25(Sun)01:51 No. 24854 ID: a4a3a9

This was absolutely excellent. I hope the author comes back. I'd not only want a continuation of this, but I wanna read other stuff they've written

The New Box (MF,TG) EC 16/11/21(Mon)15:04 No. 24826 ID: 5cd996 [Reply]

This is my homage to erotic gender bender manga, short and sweet. I still badly need a proofreader. Would appreciate volunteers or just any thoughts you have. This and other stories available here:


The New Box
By Emily Cummings

David was unbelievably, undeniably, overwhelmingly bored. Grimly he fiddled with his
phone, debating another round Candy Crush as the minutes crawled by. Sunlight poured
through the window, but David wasn’t deceived, it was mightily cold outside. He sank deeper
into the old couch, ignoring the draft from the old windows, checking his phone for any new
messages that had arrived in the last thirty seconds.

Since his university was all but abandoned during the long weekend, David had unexpectedly
decided to return to his childhood home, only to discover his parents had left for a cruise
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Harem Thief: A Nisekoi Fanfic (mc, ntr, m/fffff) Anonymous 14/05/18(Sun)22:32 No. 21789 ID: e06ffc [Reply]

Life as a background character is boring. Every day is the same, nothing interesting ever happens. Every morning going to school, every evening coming home, with everything in between full of the same, mundane, humdrum, banal, mindnumbing routine.

For me and the rest of the class, about the only interesting thing in our lives was the harem. Five girls who were entirely unreasonably blessed.

First, they were pretty. Not just pretty. Unreasonably pretty. The other girls in the class confirmed that only one of them wore even the lightest of makeup, but they were all so perfect and unblemished that they made actors and models look plain and awkward.

Second, they were rich. Unreasonably rich. They lived in mansions and entire penthouse apartment floors. They flew around the world, bought extravagant luxuries, sicced their servants and thugs on anyone who looked at them wrong, and didn’t even really have a concept of money that made sense at the normal level.

Third, they were talented. Unreasonably talented. Some were gifted academically, able to get a perfect score on any test while paying no attention in class. One of the girls was actually our teacher, a girl who had sped through school and college to get her license at only nineteen years of age. Some were gifted athletically. There were rumors of one even having superhuman athletic ability that let her shatter stone buildings with a single kick.

They were freaks. But the freakiest thing of all was that every single one of them had the same obsession. Raku Ichijo. Every single one of them was head over heels infatuated with the guy. The rest of us were absolute trash as far they were concerned, but he was a god who could do no wrong, someone they were more than happy to all shamelessly fawn over together. It was so fucking stupid.

Right now, we were supposed to be having a class meeting. There was a school festival coming up and every class was responsible for a project to try and raise some money. With the harem in our class, the obvious choice for the boys was to exploit that and go with a maid cafe. Only one of the freaks, Marika, seemed to like the idea, though she made clear that she’d only be serving one person in the classroom. The rest of the girls, mundane and freak alike, were against the idea, either from embarrassment, outrage, or a fear of having to compete with one of the harem girls and being humiliated by it. Our teacher, Yui, was more than content to stand by, too busy playing with Raku’s hair to pay attention or do her job.

It was dragging on and on and on.
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Anonymous 14/10/13(Mon)17:27 No. 22561 ID: 6f3c84

Good god man, this is amazing! Breaking up a slice of life anime is apparently one of my fetishes.

Moar please.

Anonymous 15/01/01(Thu)20:38 No. 23045 ID: 15701f

Great work so far OP. Can you give us an indication of how soon we may see an update please?

Anonymous 16/11/12(Sat)13:20 No. 24813 ID: ea5f64

I know it's been a while, but I have faith that you will return somnophile! In the meantime, bump!

Of Rome Anonymous 16/11/12(Sat)06:26 No. 24812 ID: 77e026 [Reply]


M, F, f, b, g, guro (occasional), scat (occasional), Beast (occasional), trap (probable)
Also: Slavery, mind-break, punishment, philosophy

Of Rome

A story of slavery by Enthusiast
Inspired by the world of 'Jack-O-Nine-Tails'

The sound of a trail of recently captured 'Lost'. People who appear at the border of the realm are almost immediately captured, those unlucky enough not to be are most often killed by werewolves or raped to death by the Fiends, large masses of tentacles whose only bodily function is to breed with human women. Nobody is quite sure why the Lost end up in the fogs, but through their stories we've learned of many worlds beside our own.
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Adventures in Gravis (Unknown but worth a read) Ace 16/11/02(Wed)10:48 No. 24792 ID: d33349 [Reply]

Never tried this before, but I recently started writing. It takes a minute to build up, Let me know what you guys think, Ill start posting every weekend.

*Title Unknown

To set yourself at the beginning of the story, picture the small town of Gravis. A small unassuming town in the North near Canada with little of importance to mention, aside from its large expanse of wilderness, it is the newest home of a young boy named Necro, sixteen years old with the curiosity and adventurousness of any his age, and a love of the outdoors alongside anything to do with the art of survival. He lives with his father Adrian, a brawny and intelligent man in his early 30's, who works long hours as software engineer in home, to care for both his son and his new wife Jasmine, as well as her two children. Jasmine a twenty-nine year old woman, with beauty abound and culinary skills to match, works at home writing new cookbooks and experimenting with anything she can find to make a more delicious dish. The younger sibling named Alice, a thirteen year old girl with a quick wit and solemn yet sweet demeanor, who is obsessed with the unknown and loves to get reactions with her behavior, and her brother by the name of Jason, a 15 year old who locks himself in his room at every chance he gets to avoid his social anxiety and general dislike of everything, find themselves in a new position. As they are accustomed to living in cities or at least larger towns. They all live in a fairly nice house, that had been recently refurbished with; three bedrooms, two baths, and few neighbors to speak of as well as a great deal of woods behind their home. Woods that are home to very interesting, and exciting things, that Necro and his new siblings will soon come to discover.

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Part 3 Ace 16/11/02(Wed)10:50 No. 24794 ID: d33349

Both Alice and Necro rushed down the stairs, with Jason slowly creeping behind them. Jasmine had already made a plate for Jason as he came in, and she asked "Would you like to eat with everyone else today?" Jason took the plate and said thank you but..... no, and hurried off to his room again, with a thump from the door echoing down the hall. Adrian sat down at the head of the table "Ohhhhh baby, I can't wait" he said, as Jasmine started serving everyone. "Wow thats amyshing" Necro said with his mouth already full. "Are you already done unpacking everything?" Jasmine asked the kids. "We've both gotten our rooms done, I don't know about Jason. He had a raccoon in his room" said Alice, as Jasmine dropped her fork. "Is it gone, did it bite anyone?" Both Adrian and Necro both looked up, with mouths completely full. "Itsh fine, I schkard it awaye" Necro said, with bits of potatoes coming out of his mouth. "good jhob shon" said Adrian also looking like a stuffed hamster at that moment. Jasmine looked relieved yet concerned still "Well just be careful, and keep everything locked up so no more get in." As they finished eating, Necro and Alice thanked Jasmine for cooking and told her they were going outside to look around the woods. "Just be back home before it gets dark" she said with a smile, happy to see them getting along and herself feeling content about their new home.
They hurried up the stairs to grab some items to take with them to play. Necro a pocket-knife, and his lighter stating "We'll need these." Alice grabbed a roll of ribbon "I can tie a piece to a tree here and there, so we don't get lost." They hurried down the stairs and out the door, Necro stopped and noticed an axe by a woodpile "We should take that too, so we can clear a spot out for a campsite" and grabbed it. "I've never really gone out in the woods before" said Alice, with a look of excitement. "Just be careful where you walk, and keep close" Necro said axe in hand.
They started off down the hill near their home, and down through the tree line, they saw a few birds flying in between the trees, and a squirrel watching them as they walked. The squirrel quickly hopped from limb to limb and away from them entirely as if on a mission. Alice tied a few ribbons around so not to lose their way. They came upon a extremely large Cedar tree, with all the branches a few feet from their heads and a ring of trees perfect all the way around. There was a pool of water at the edge of the ring in an area with a clearing "Let's make our camp here, this is perfect" said Necro with a face full of enthusiasm, as he surveyed the area looking at all the possibilities. Alice noticed a curious looking stump of wood that looked just like a table "This looks like a great place for me to come and Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

Part 4 Ace 16/11/02(Wed)10:51 No. 24795 ID: d33349

After a little while the ground was cleared, and Necro had cut a path to the pool. They had built a fire pit, and set up a few small logs into a wall to make it more cozy. Alice looked at all they had gotten done "let's go check out the pool over there." Necro hopped up off a stump chair he cut and said "It looks clean enough to go swimming." Alice gave him a purposely sly grin "But I don't have a swimming suit, what do you think I should swim in?" Necro replied with a slightly red face, "well it doesn't hurt to just look at it" laughing awkwardly to break the tension. They walked over to the pool, and stared into the crystal clear water, "Look there is a natural spring" as the water bubbled up along the edge "I bet it's clean enough to drink even, and its surprisingly warm too" said Necro. "There must be some geothermal vent around here, It's like the Earth's core warming up the water" Alice said in a matter of factually way, as she started to take off her shirt. Necro looked over at her and just stared "What are you doing?" Alice stared back and said "Swimming of course, you can join me or if you want, sitting and watching is just as fun" with a giggle as she started to empty out her pockets. Necro's face turned bright red, as he just watched her for a minute. She was only thirteen, but she had already reached puberty and her breasts were slightly developed and sat perfectly on her pale slender frame. Her hair was a dark red and at shoulder length glistened in the afternoon sun. Necro finally choked up the ability to speak "Well I guess I'll join you then" came out hesitantly. Alice laughed even more as she slid off her pants, and hopped in. "It feels Amazing!" she exclaimed as she arose from under the water.
Bold as he was about everything else, Necro had never seen a girl nude before in person. He slid off his shirt and pants, and tried to hide his crotch to no avail. "Take it off" Alice giggled at him "I have a brother, It's not like I've never seen a penis before." Necro's face was the deepest hue of red, "Well I haven't, seen a girl naked that is, least not in person." Alice laughed even harder, "Well now you have, brother of mine!" Necro forced up his courage, and pulled down his underwear, and flaunted his boner as little as possible as he quickly dove in. Alice's face started to turn red, as she didn't expect him to actually get in, or to see such a large boner. "Wow, I was just trying to mess with you, but I think you got me back, albeit accidentally." Necro popped up from his dive, water rolling down his slender toned body, and brown hair almost black from the water. "This water is awesome, and It's a good thing we made that fire so we can dry off before we go home" Necro said with an sh Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

Anonymous 16/11/06(Sun)07:13 No. 24802 ID: 36e3b1

Please tag your stuff.

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