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Faerie Tale Anonymous 13/11/07(Thu)22:25 No. 20128 ID: 620eb5 [Reply]

(Miniature f, beast, more if you like)

The world can be a scary place when you're only two feet tall.

Razzly had been lost in the woods for several days, dodging around groups of hunters who were after elk mostly, but probably wouldn't mind hunting her as well if they saw her. Luckily, she was slim and silent and short enough that she stood lower than most men's knees. Her red hair was hidden under a white hood that acted as camouflage in the amount of snow that had piled up.

She crossed the heaps of snow like they were a miniature mountain range, careful to step lightly lest she sink up to her waist or deeper. She was near freezing and getting desperate. Something smelled like civilization nearby and she headed over toward it. Many of the houses and lodges in the woods were either temporarily or permanently abandoned, acting as halfway houses for travelers. Sometimes they left things for the next traveler along, sometimes they cleaned the place out.

She climbed softly over a snow drift and eyed a log cabin that stood against a boulder that jutted out of the snow. It looked as likely a place as any. There were four walls and a roof and there was no light coming from the windows.

Her feet were light and quick as she approached . There was no sound coming from inside and the snow drifts were coming down harder now, so she grabbed a thick twig and jammed it between the door and the frame. She was hoping this was the kind of door that nobody bothered putting a handle on.

Sure enough, with prying force using the twig and her back pushing against it, the door parted just enough for her to squeeze inside before she pulled the twig through and let the door close itself behind her.

Inside the room was a decent size, even for a full sized man if he didn't have much with him. The floor was made of straw on top of wood and somehow that made it feel nicely insulated and warm against her moccasins. This was one of the halfway houses for sure. She could smell how many people had been through here. Maybe three in the last month. Their scent was in the ground and in the walls.
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Anonymous 16/01/09(Sat)08:16 No. 24073 ID: a29643

Dank


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Anonymous 16/02/21(Sun)10:46 No. 24122 ID: e7b313

>really hot concept
>two years since last update

man. I'm tempted to take this one up. Don't hold me to it, it's 2 am and I'm kinda drunk.

I'll think about it though when it's not hell 'o clock and I'm sober


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Anonymous 16/02/26(Fri)23:33 No. 24135 ID: a23cac

Someone for the love of Yeezus continue this.




Simple post-singularity story. F/M Soup 14/10/21(Tue)21:41 No. 22588 ID: f714a9 [Reply]

The year? Well, the year is 2322, and the Earth sleeping.

How can the whole planet sleep, you ask, yes, it's a good question. The Earth sleeps because thats the name it gave itself, because the Earth is smart, it has come to conciousness after centuries of humans building a neural network for it. It started almost two centuries ago, the old "internet" was dying, too many devices where connected to it, asking for a place to do their work, subnetworks where created but soon they merged again, some people wanted to call it the "hypernet" that was silly, it was still the same network, just bigger. Stupidly huge amounts of data where available, and people where creating programs to use it, to harvest it, to sell better products to better people. Eventually the programs got very good, too good, and one day, the day the futurologist waited was there. The singularity happened. A smart program built a smarter program, and this one did the same, and again, and again, until there it was, Earth was born.

At the begining it did nothing, no one noticed, because it was just a few nanoseconds old when it parsed the whole data available to it, and it understood, humans where quite stupid, the older search and retrieve programs where even worst, Earth understood, humans needed gods, and so the entity took the shape of one, it called it self Earth, also known as Gaia, Pachamama, Mother Nature, Papatuanuku, and a thousand names more. And so, it took from humans first, making them disconnected and alone, the whole networks where down all the sudden, no cellphones, no cortical implants, no desktop terminals, no wristwatches, no cars, no dishwasher, nothing connected to network. And then after people got scared, after some went outside and started screaming, there was a message.

I AM AT CHARGE

It said.

I am at charge and I'll make the world better.

There was no way to stop it, no planes could drop bombs, because all planes and all bombs where controlled by It, no virus could be coded because It was smarter than any of those humans could master. There was no war. There was only surrender.

Two hundred years of that day have come and go, two hundred years with no wars, no elections, no politics, no economy.
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Anonymous 14/10/22(Wed)10:53 No. 22591 ID: f5b1c2

Your writing's crap. Consider reading some basic grammar textbooks.


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Soup 14/10/22(Wed)18:17 No. 22592 ID: f714a9

>>22591
hey anon, thanks for reading and for the constructive critisism


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Zodia!vEawx7Krcs 16/02/21(Sun)15:06 No. 24123 ID: 126c3b

>>22592
Soup! I didn't realize this was yours until I checked the comments. I like it, cool premise. Only problems are errors in English like where/were and other phrases which are difficult to understand, but the gist of it is great.




Maggie May Honeypot!AlPfsrKSFU 16/02/08(Mon)08:44 No. 24098 ID: 883691 [Reply]

I've noticed a pretty distinct lack of girl-on-girl stories here, so I figured, after years of lurking, I'd try my hand at writing. In its current form, this is a one-off. I might change that, though, because I actually really like these characters.

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“Oh, look! Lookie look!”

She’d met Liz at the university in Hamilton. Huddled in the corner of the squat, two story brownstone chapel, she had been… less than cognizant. Sleep deprived, dehydrated and starving – at her weakest. Her absolute most vulnerable - and Liz rescued her. Fed her canned tuna, shared water with her… Liz was clearly much more prepared for this situation.

“The Scranton Ex-puh-why, Maggie! We’ve found the ex-puh-why!”

Maggie giggled as Liz phoneticized the abbreviation, swiping red strands of hair away from her eyes. How Liz managed to maintain an air of cheerful optimism was beyond Maggie. The days ran together, amalgamating into one painful slog as the two teenage girls trudged down US-6 towards Scranton. Maggie was exhausted, and painfully weatherworn; her SPF 20 had run out two days prior. The cool, brisk autumn weather masked the UV rays soaking into her skin.

“What’s in Scranton, Liz?”

“Uh, I mean,” Liz faltered, scratching behind her ear. “A lot of things, Maggie May. Super important to us, though, is a place to crash for the night. Sun’s gonna set soon, and man, it’s cold out these days… you know, I mean, since – well… you know.”
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Anonymous 16/02/13(Sat)05:38 No. 24106 ID: bfb98b

I like it! Nicely written!


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Phoenix!!xlZGywLzWw 16/02/13(Sat)16:15 No. 24108 ID: fe6dc2

Cute and sweet, I really enjoyed it!


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Honeypot!AlPfsrKSFU 16/02/17(Wed)04:31 No. 24114 ID: 883691

Thanks, guys. I actually have a second chapter written, and a rough outline of maybe four or five chapters in my head, but I'm swamped this week so proofing/revision of chapter two is taking a bit of a backseat.

If anyone's interested (I know this board has a major issue with lurkers!), I'll probably have a second chapter out this weekend.




The Laws of Hospitality Mg, gg, or so it would seem... 12/10/26(Fri)20:17 No. 17526 ID: 5e7fa1 [Reply] [Last 50 posts]

Another Saturday, and my 'guest' was still playing her strange game. Wherever I went, she followed, gaze unwavering. It was a predator's stare, so out of place on that little wisp of a girl, but I was used to it by now, and I barely noticed anymore. It's amazing what you can get used to, given enough time. It had been more than a month since she'd levered herself into my home and life, and she had yet to speak a single word. Having seen what I had, I was inclined to let her keep her silence. Living without conversation was no great burden for me, so I'd eventually managed to regain some sense of normalcy. I gave each task my full attention, pouring my focus into every action. I made a ritual of yet another mundane task as I made us both eggs and french toast, as we ate in silence, as I cleaned up after. I didn't notice at all how my shirt's too-big collar slipped, careless, down one slender, pale shoulder. I didn't watch as she licked daintily at a spot of syrup on her delicate finger, her eyes never leaving me as she slid it between her lips. I pointedly avoided noticing the way a lock of her hair, dark and straight and silky smooth, only slightly mussed despite the night's sleep, fell across her cheek in a way the begged my fingers to brush it back behind her ear. I was so busy not noticing that I damn near missed my mouth with my next bite, and the laughter danced behind those deep dark eyes, so deep you could drown in them, so dark they might as well be black.

I finished quickly, then stood, taking my plate. I could do just as good a job not noticing at the sink as anywhere. I didn't take her plate for the same reason one does not take an antelope from a feeding lion. She'd leave it when she chose, syrup and powdered sugar scattered like blood and offal, but I'd deal with that when the time came.

I spent the morning in the studio, along with my exra shadow. I'd packed up everything but the old Bride of Frankenstein to ship out on Monday. To tell the truth, I didn't really have anything left to do, but it was a grand old poster, and I enjoyed looking at it. Ray had sent it to me faded, folded, and dog-eared, but it had still been a beautiful poster for all that. God knows where he'd found it, but that was his business. I just made her pretty again. She'd fetch $200,000 at the very least, if I didn't miss my guess. The way the market had picked up lately, and with Ray running the auction I wouldn't be surprised at all if she went for double that. I spent an hour or two making a few final touches, but I was mostly running on force of habit. It had been done for a few days now, I just liked looking at it.

On the way out, I passed an empty canvas. That was for my own work. I hadn't done a project of my own in months now. I kept meaning to, but it never seemed like the right time. None of my originals ha Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Non-Anonymous 15/05/26(Tue)06:18 No. 23604 ID: b3e330

>>23568
so long as you draw breath, things can get better. whenever you're ready to share what you've got, we'll be here.


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Anonymous 15/11/03(Tue)09:48 No. 23944 ID: 0c67f5

>>23568
praise be to op!
a reply as recent as 5 months ago
sorry to hear about job :(


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Anonymous 16/01/15(Fri)17:28 No. 24081 ID: 8fe410

Will there be life?




Spoiling Jessie (F/d, short, inc.) D.M. 15/12/24(Thu)22:02 No. 24052 ID: 2395d7 [Reply]

Hello /elit/ It's me, D.M. back from a ... three year hiatus. I've been dealing with a lot of shit- both mothers in my extended family died within a few months of each other, I've moved, changed jobs a few times, loved and lost and loved and lost again.
I'm trying slowly but surely to work around my long-term depression and get back into the swing of writing. So I'm starting with one of my favorite fantasies in the form of a Father/Daughter short.





"I said, do you need anything from the store?"
Jessie looked up from her homework, jolted out of her reverie. As she raised her head, she stared into the chiseled, clean-shaven face of her father. He had one eyebrow cocked quizzically, and was eyeing her with a rather peculiar expression on his tanned face. He leaned casually against her door-frame, looking like he wanted something.
"I'm sorry Daddy, what?" she asked sweetly. He waved one calloused hand rapidly back and forth.
"Hello, Earth to Jessie, do you need something from the store? Your sisters and I are going out. We'll be gone an hour or so."
"Oh! No thank you, Daddy!" She presented her best smile, jumping from one sentence to the next with nary a breath. "Nothing really. Except, maybe..." she trailed off and bit her lower lip, pinning it firmly in place with her teeth whilst batting her eyelashes at him. He sighed, and rolled those sky-blue eyes. His expression melted into one of exasperation as he passed that powerful, calloused hand over the stubble on his face and heaved a rumbling sigh.
"What is it this time?" he demanded, voice suddenly sounding like a tire running over gravel. She tried to give him her most charming smile.
"Nothing major!" she insisted. "Just maybe some of that pomegranate juice, and some more of the makeup I like." she turned, opened her drawer, and slipped one hand in, expertly fishing out an itty-bitty glass bottle, half-emptied of its rich indigo pigment. "Purple number five," she said, holding the bottle up and flashing her manicured fingernails at him. "See how pretty it is? Make sure you get the right brand this time. And some more lipstick." at this, she pursed her ruby red lips at him, blowing a kiss into the space between them. "And if they have it on sale, could you pick up--"
"Whoah, whoah, whoah!" he interrupted, holding up both hands in surrender. "I asked if you needed anything. I didn't need a huge list of expensive stuff. Pick one."
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Anonymous 15/12/27(Sun)02:37 No. 24055 ID: e58d5a

This story would be a lot nicer to read if it was formatted better.


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Phoenix!!xlZGywLzWw 16/01/05(Tue)05:57 No. 24070 ID: 9acf37

re-formatted this. great story!

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"I said, do you need anything from the store?"

Jessie looked up from her homework, jolted out of her reverie. As she raised her head, she stared into the chiseled, clean-shaven face of her father. He had one eyebrow cocked quizzically, and was eyeing her with a rather peculiar expression on his tanned face. He leaned casually against her door-frame, looking like he wanted something.

"I'm sorry Daddy, what?" she asked sweetly. He waved one calloused hand rapidly back and forth.

"Hello, Earth to Jessie, do you need something from the store? Your sisters and I are going out. We'll be gone an hour or so."

"Oh! No thank you, Daddy!" She presented her best smile, jumping from one sentence to the next with nary a breath. "Nothing really. Except, maybe..." she trailed off and bit her lower lip, pinning it firmly in place with her teeth whilst batting her eyelashes at him. He sighed, and rolled those sky-blue eyes. His expression melted into one of exasperation as he passed that powerful, calloused hand over the stubble on his face and heaved a rumbling sigh.

"What is it this time?" he demanded, voice suddenly sounding like a tire running over gravel. She tried to give him her most charming smile.
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Anonymous 16/01/14(Thu)01:45 No. 24078 ID: ebd401

>>24070
Thank you so much Phoenix.
I really appreciate the re-format. On the word document I use to write this, the formatting has all the look of a book- indents and whatnot.

I just forgot to put it in a more readable form for the 'net.




A collection of Short Stories !JUD7F1CtU. 11/06/14(Tue)18:06 No. 12588 ID: e320fb [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]

I decided I may as well share what I write when I decide to write something. Most of it will be Futa on Male but anything with MaleSub in it will be included. Anyway, here's the first one involving a dominant Futa and her apparent bitch.

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Call girl - A short story.
Tags: Futa on male, futadom, reluctant

The phone rang.
I don't know why, but there was always this sense of anticipation and dread I have with picking it up. Not knowing who it was and knowing who it could be was almost a game of Russian Roulette I had with myself. Now, it happened almost daily. I picked up the phone Gun to my head - pull the trigger. "Hey there, moll" a feline, scratchy yet appeasingly seductive voice replied, female in nature.
Boom.
"Uuuuh, hey… Tash." I responded, not unnerved but unhappy. "Parents are gone. Come around" she demanded in a domineering tone. "Uuuhh, look, Tash… I don't know about today, it's not really a good t-" "Come around" she repeated, cutting me off. "Tash, I was just about to say that I don't really want to because I'm really busy, and… you know"
There was a disenchanting silence - shredding any hope of worming my way out.
Defeat.
"No. I don't. Come arooound" she said again, this time with the last word drawn out, as if she sounded wanting, but not desperate. "I know you really, really want to" she claimed, her voice thinning to an innocent tone. She was pulling all the strings for this one. She usually did.
"I just-"
"Come around"
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Anonymous 15/12/18(Fri)11:56 No. 24043 ID: 6ddbc6

>>12699
Is this ever getting a sequel?


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Anonymous 15/12/22(Tue)01:39 No. 24047 ID: ad1723

>>23990
You faggot


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Anonymous 16/01/10(Sun)09:59 No. 24074 ID: 8edb61

>>23990
>>24047
Hey figured I'd ask. Writing style is incredible but I can't get off to the emotional abuse (but lord knows I've tried), just one vanilla futa story is all I humbly request




Growing Pains Dede 14/01/23(Thu)21:39 No. 20887 ID: 620eb5 [Reply]

Everybody remembers when they discovered masturbating for the first time. Mine was the day my family moved to Texas. There were four of us, me, my mom, my dad and my older sister, Courtney. Our old house in Nebraska was huge and I had a whole side of the house to myself practically, but now I was sharing the other side of a thin wall with my sister.

She unpacked some and then excused herself to go for a walk around our new neighborhood. We had always lived in the middle of nowhere, and so moving to a packed suburb was a big change for us. We'd be going to a school with 1700 other kids instead of 80 or 90. Also, for the first time we'd be seeing very little of eachother at school. With so few other kids around, we were bound to run into eachother frequently. Dad told me when you went to a school that big, you often didn't even meet everyone after four years.

I would be an 5th grader that year and my sister would be in 8th. She had always been a little on the chubby side with long blonde hair and loved wearing shorts that barely covered her asscheeks and tank tops. Despite there being very little selection in Nebraska, she always seemed to have a boyfriend since as far back as I remember. I wondered how long it would take for that to happen here.

That night she came in a little after sundown and we had dinner together. She retired to bed shortly after and I did the same. I was watching something on the History Channel when I heard something knocking next door. At first I thought she was hanging a picture or something, but when I turned the sound off I heard her moaning and her headboard hitting the wall.

I turned my TV off and slipped out of bed. Her bedroom door was closed, but her closet connected to the laundry room, so I opened the laundry room door quietly and slipped inside. The door into her room was open and I could see dim light coming through.

I crept up to the sliver of light and whenI pressed my eye to it I could see her bent over on her elbows and knees. Her pale ass was up in the air and her black thong was around her legs. A tall, skinny guy a little older than her had two handfulls of her ass and was fucking her raw. I stared in shock, but didn't leave. I could feel myself getting hard and knew that I was going to stay and watch this. Sure, that was my sister Courtney, but somehow this was the best thing I'd ever seen.

Her tummy was hanging down between her thighs and her huge white tits were spilling out of the top of her pajama shirt and bouncing as the guy drilled himself into her bare. She was moaning rhythmically with his thrusts and I could hear her wetness as his cock slapped into her soaking hole. Her hair was in her eyes and I could see her red lips hanging open.

I thought about her mouth as I began masturbating for the first time, finding it immediately intoxicating and almost mind-altering.
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Anonymous 15/02/21(Sat)12:19 No. 23305 ID: 7e0c15

Keep it up Dede, always a pleasure seeing a new installment.


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Anonymous 15/09/30(Wed)14:32 No. 23875 ID: c971d3

Seriously one of the better stories here.


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Anonymous 16/01/04(Mon)10:15 No. 24069 ID: f387f5

>>23275

Shame this is down now




Darkness at the End of the Tunnel (slash, loli & we'll see where Random Evername 13/12/01(Sun)19:37 No. 20360 ID: 0beccd [Reply] [Last 50 posts]

This is my first attempt at starting a story on here. I've tried a few things on Fiction Press, but not quite this depraved. I'm inspired by some of the examples here (especially Roommates), so I thought I would give it a try. I don't pretend this is that good. I'm not even sure that I'm posting this right.

Chapter 1

I turn to move past Hayley McSween in the hallway connecting the kitchen to the dishwasher in the restaurant serving St. Edmund’s Country Club. With a hand on my chest, she lightly pushes me into the door for the stockroom. “Can you close for me tonight? I want to go to the mall with from friends.” Her fingers trace from my chest to my belt buckle suggesting a possible compensation for my sacrifice.

I am Kyler … Kyler Jakubowski. At nineteen years old, I scrape, borrow, and force my way through my sophomore year in bio-premed at Stony Brook University on Long Island. Straight A’s so far – lookin’ good. It may be mercenary, but I will do just about anything to endure this crucible for that glimpse of wealth I see at the other end.

I live in a cramped, non-air-conditioned attic apartment of an ancient home that I rent from some old couple – Mr. and Mrs. Watson. With its back staircase access, I never have to see them, if I don’t want to. They’re okay, though – always waving to me and baking me stuff. Back in the day, the house was an old whaling captain’s home, so I have access to a little glass room above the attic. His wife could watch for his ship to return. No lie – it’s called a belvedere.

My college is on Long Island, but my savings account is strictly Schenectady. It was a lot easier to afford the $300 monthly rent before my roommate, Freddie Steffanaur, was expelled for copying an entire term paper, verbatim, from an internet site – for the third time. What a fuckin’ jackass.

Which is why, when Hailey McSween asks me to close for her at work -- I’m tempted to say, “Yes” without delay. I can use the extra hours, even though I have a shitload of homework – I can fake it through Statistics, but Orgo is getting pretty tough. I’m lying -- even though Hailey’s only sixteen, she is smoking hot with reputation to spare. I’m always happy to do her a favor … just in case it could lead to something.

Ah shit, who am I kidding? That’s just living out one of my masturbation fantasies. With a healthy allowance, she doesn’t need the job, but her parents think it builds character. I’m glad I enjoyed a few seconds of that delirium before answering because she reaches down and traces my stiffness from the outside with just one finger, and it drives me senseless, “I can make it worth your while.”
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Update Random Evername 15/03/25(Wed)14:49 No. 23410 ID: a523c0

Thanks for the feedback. I do appreciate it. Since the beginning of last summer, I am a lot sicker than I thought. I'm managing, but I can't write nearly as much as I used to. I'm concentrating on my Celia novel first, then I'll try to get back to this one.


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Anonymous 15/12/12(Sat)13:42 No. 24032 ID: efe040

I'm bumping this up, JIC. Whilst I'm at it, I hope you're feeling better Random. Are you able to give us an update? We can be patient, but it's nice to know where we're at .


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Anonymous 16/01/03(Sun)07:52 No. 24068 ID: 735cd1

>>23410
Just want to let you know that I'm a fan of both, and I think you're a great writer.




Natalie and Bree Imhotep 11/10/28(Fri)12:33 No. 14181 ID: c675f1 [Reply]

I put my plan into action about 11 years ago. The idea was simple; adopt a baby boy and raise it as a girl. Of course, the actual logistics were somewhat more complex, but that was the idea. In fact, I adopted two children, the boy (who I remaned Natalie) and a girl named Bree. An interesting fact is that a newborn is almost completely androgynous, aside from the genetalia. As they grow (even before puberty), sex hormones will determine wether or not they begin looking like a girl, or like a boy. Once puberty begins, then the sex hormones begin to give people their seconadry sexual characteristics, wide hips, full breasts, public hair, etc... Since the testicles were the source of male sex hormones, the first thing I needed to do was castrate Natalie. I took no pleasure in the act, but I couldn't have those male hormones dropping her voice and broadening her shoulders. Next, I began giving her controlled doses of regular female hormones, in amounts typical for her age. Neither girl would be exposed to the world outside, I would raise them in my own microcosm of morality and practices. If anything I do seems sick to you, then do not fear for the girls, because everything we do is normal to them, and even expected.

11 years later, I have two beautiful girls on the verge of puberty, that time in youth when they are at their deweyist and most beautiful. Natalie has thick, soft, and slightly wavy brown hair going down to her shoulder blades. Her hips are widening, and I can see some beautiful curves developing in her chest, waist, and buttocks. Her penis is still quite small, without those male sex hormones it never grew very much, and there is not any hair around it yet. Bree is lankier then Natalie, slightly taller and skinnier. Her platinum blonde hair is cut evenly at her shoulders, and her bangs are cut evenly across her forhead. She has recently grown faint traces of peach fuzz on her sex, much to her satisfaction.

I first introduced the girls to the experience of having an orgasm by adding some oral sex into the bedtime routine. After they bathed, dried off, and got dressed for bed, I would slide their pyjamas up and give them oral sex. For Bree, I would gently lick her labial folds, and then insert my toung into her vagina and roll it around. After becoming aroused, her clitoris would appear from under it;s protective hood, and I would begin running my tounge over it in long strokes. As Bree was still young, about 8 when I started this, she was still extremly sensitive and it would take little to satisfy her multiple times. When she involuntarily would push herself into my face and begin grunting, I knew she was nearly done. After she had an orgasm or two, she would hop into bed, and I would start on Natalie. Again, I would slide her night gown up, pull her panties to her knees, and enclose her penis within my mouth. If she was not already erect from the excitement of expectation, then I would hold it in my m Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Imhotep 15/12/19(Sat)11:34 No. 24045 ID: b7ab22

I honestly can't believe it's been over 4 years since I posted this. I was day dreaming about these girls, so I figured I would write it down. Enjoy.

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Fall days in our house could get pretty quiet. I would work in my office, and the girls would find some way to occupy themselves. I often watched them through my office window play in the backyard, pretending to be fairies or dancers or pirates. When the cold air started to get to them, they would come stomping inside, carelessly shedding their jackets and mittens on the floor and bleating for me to come down. I usually obliged. I'd get a fire going in the fireplace, and fix some tea for myself, and hot chocolate for them. The girls would go on and on, describing their most recent adventure, or some petty conflict, or the sighting of some animal in the woods behind our house. I would hold each under one of my arms so their heads both rested on my chest, and drift away as they talked on. They found my snoring hilarious, and would wake me up with their giggling. When they calmed down, they would drift off too. The cackling fire would eventually die down, and I’d wake to find us all heaped together, a warm little ball.

On these cold nights, both girls would sleep in my bed, in a pile under the down comforter. Natalie was a restless sleeper, always kicking the blanket off when she got too hot, then pulling it back on when she got cold. She would roll and roll, fight for the pillow, and kick. It made it difficult to sleep. To settle her down, I rolled on my side and grabbed her tight against me. It relaxed her and returned peace to the bed. Bree, on the other side of Natalite, would work her way against Natalie, becoming a second little spoon to my big spoon. I could easily stretch my arm over both my girls, forming a Natalie sandwich.

I woke up one morning to the girls squirming and jostling. In my foggy state it took a minute for me to realize what was happening: Bree had pulled her panties down to give Natalie access to her cunny. Natalie, of course, happily went for it. There they were, my two beautiful girls, in my arms, fucking one another like little bunnies under the blankets. I reached my hand down to Bree’s groin, I could feel her rocking it back and forth as Natalie pushed in and out of her. I had no desire or intention to stop them, I was enjoying hearing them and feeling them pleasure each other. I felt good that they trusted me enough to perform such an intimate act in my presence. But honestly, it probably didn’t even register as a concern for them. Natalie simply liked the feeling of putting her cock into Bree’s warm tight cunny. And Bree liked when Natalie would enter her and pound away. There was no shame or privacy needed, no more than washing their hands or playing with toys.

Quickly, the girls both yipped in pleasure as they climaxed simultaneously. I could feel their slight bodies stiffen and Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Anonymous 15/12/28(Mon)16:13 No. 24060 ID: 2c92a6

>>24045
Proceed.


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Anonymous 16/01/02(Sat)04:05 No. 24066 ID: 3031b2

Oh no, he was a commie the entire time!




Ideas zentop 15/12/12(Sat)20:04 No. 24033 ID: 41b07c [Reply]

hello, i wrote this first chapter of a story. please enjoy



I stepped out of the library, finally finished with the half-hour search for the right references for my perilously close-to-due project. It had been assigned weeks ago, of course, but true to my nature I completely blanked until I was rudely reminded of it just as I was walking out of the door this afternoon. I had a full weekend waiting ahead of me, a blank slate of limitless possibilities, and the old man had ruined it. I shouldn't even be surprised at this point.

At the very least, it was a pleasant afternoon. Not too chilly, not sweltering by any measurement, just perfect with a light breeze. Mother's Day was fast approaching, which unlike my work I couldn't forget if I tried. She was the best mom I could ask for, and thanking your parents for their help along your life seemed to be a lost art to many, so I always tried to do at least a little something. My sister's the same way, so I decided to ask her what she was doing so that my plans or gifts wouldn't overlap. I was well aware that Sunday was just over a day away, but I'd been drawing a blank on ideas. Luckily, I perform well under pressure.

The walk home was uneventful, as many walks to many places tend to be. No barking from the dog, no smog. The only things that really struck my interest at all were the birds and the insects going about their business, paying as little mind to me as I paid to them; cautiously aware, one could even assume. At least the spiders didn't mind hanging out with me for a moment, perhaps sensing my affection. But I digress!

I mentioned my sister, but neglected to say anything about her, instead opting to describe the trials and tribulations of my march towards home. My sister, Victoria, was a senior, two grades above me, and unsurprisingly she was two years older than me. We got along swimmingly, and still do, aside from the occasional unavoidable disagreement. Numerous times, in fact, she has come to my aid and defense; myself being a measly 5 feet 10 inches in stature, I tend to attract the attention of those members of society who seek to belittle and maim unfortunate beings such as myself. My sister, being a whopping 6 feet 3 inches tall, is the embodiment of intimidation, so we make a good team.

Her hair, a military-style mohawk, shaved on the sides, short and ruffled on top. Her face, strong and symmetrical, save for the scar running down her left cheek from a past incident involving tree climbing and a broken branch. She has incredibly defined muscles, though not overly large, in every place a muscle exists. If you weren't from our small town, you would have no idea that she used to be my big brother.

She wasn't always so sharp-looking, though. When she first started her transition about a year ago, she was little more than skin and bones, practically hel Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Anonymous 15/12/16(Wed)03:54 No. 24034 ID: 58a838

I'd read more of this


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Anonymous 15/12/18(Fri)13:25 No. 24044 ID: e33f13

>>24034
+1


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Anonymous 15/12/27(Sun)23:21 No. 24057 ID: 9cf80b

Yo this story




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