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How to Catch a Cheater (MF, gender bender, sci-fi) Anonymous 14/05/13(Tue)16:36 No. 21754 ID: f440cf [Reply]

I couldn't help grumbling to myself as I turned off the highway in my '98 Civic. The problem that had been gnawing away at my psyche for the last 2 months had now reached a point where inaction was simply impossible. I felt betrayed, angry and very much at my wit’s end. I was going to find out for certain if my wife was cheating on me, whatever that took.


We had met in high school after being grouped together for an assignment by our teacher. Mary was 15, with dark, greasy hair, small frame and a pale complexion. Additionally, there was not much in the way of breasts. On the other hand, I was 16, a bespectacled nerd-type, tall and lanky. We made each other laugh and with our parent's permission, we started "dating." All through high school we stayed together, but while I gained a bit of a hunch from my time in front of the computer, Mary's complexion cleared, her breasts grew and she developed into an astounding beauty.

If she was aware of our disparate levels of attractiveness come prom, she never showed any sign and we both lost our virginity that night. That September we both entered Northwestern as freshman. Mary studied English and I studied biotechnology. Through all four years we stayed together, and were married the following summer. Through all that time, Mary was always the most beautiful woman in the room, and was always the object of male attention at parties. I swear that I was never jealous and with good reason, I was nailing the most beautiful girl in the world, not just regularly but constantly. Her sexual drive was more than a match for mine and she seemed to have eyes only for me.


I was now in my 2nd year of grad school at Northwestern and it had been more than 2 months since my wife had shown any interest in sex. Admittedly, I had been particularly busy over the last few weeks, but that was not uncommon and had never affected my sex life before now.

As a scientist, I was trained to examine the variables and collect data to test my hypothesis. The hypothesis in this case was that she was sleeping with her yoga instructor or her tennis instructor, both activities coinciding with her sudden lack of interest. In order to collect data, I had hired a detective more than 2 weeks ago and had yet to hear any news. Just now, however, my wife was suddenly out of town for a "family emergency" and would be gone for the foreseeable future.

To anyone else, this would mean brooding or sulking until her return, but fortunately for me, her absence gave me a unique opportunity to test my theory. As the car turned into the empty parking structure, I prepared to something unimaginable only a few months ago. Using my key I entered the building, which was as empty as I would have expected on a Sunday afternoon, prepared to steal the cutting edge research that had been the most significant part of the last year&# Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

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Anonymous 14/05/25(Sun)01:20 No. 21821 ID: edbc81

This, except gender/body swap is one of my fetishes, especially with impreg/preg. Pretty good story, keep up the good work.

Anonymous 14/05/25(Sun)07:08 No. 21824 ID: 5c4322

As a mtf with a ftm boyfriend, if fucking only.

Anonymous 14/07/24(Thu)11:44 No. 22116 ID: 2c66f5

you should read the manga "Family Compo". It has a very similar situation as you. With the ftm and mtf couple as the parents. Its pretty good. here is a link

The Long Ride Home Batts343 14/07/14(Mon)04:00 No. 22067 ID: 5519d8 [Reply]

So my family thought it was a good idea to take the van this year on the family vacation instead of a plane. There were seven of us. Mom and dad in the front seat, my two youngest sisters and my youngest brother in the middle and I had to share the back with my oldest brother. We'll call him Jon.

I don't have anything against my family per say, but everyone gets rather testy when we're forced together for a long time. Well driving from Illinois to Las Vegas is a long time. By the time the sun set on the first day we had already had enough of each other.

Jon had slept most of the time or at least pretended to. I didn't see him move except for the times we stopped to use the restroom. I spent most of the time on my phone, browsing reddit.

I'll be honest, i'd always thought my brother was kinda cute. But it was just a fantasy. Something to think about while reading /elit/ or browsing this subreddit. But I came across a story that made me really questions if it was a fantasy or not.

I found myself thinking about touching myself under the blanket in the back seat, sitting right next to him. And that turned to thinking about touching him under the blanket. I wondered how big he was. Could I fit my hand around it? How would he react?
I snaked my hand under the blankets and poked his leg. He didn't stir. He was out cold. So I went further. I rubbed his leg. He had baggy basketball shorts on but I still felt it. I still felt his soft cock through the shorts, about midway down the thigh.

I froze. Soft, it was larger than anything i'd ever seen before or felt before. And touching it still didn't wake him. So I grabbed it through the shorts. My little hand didn't come close to going all the way around it.

I squeezed it harder, looking for a response. I got one. A simple groan and a twitch from his cock. My heart rate was picking up. I could feel it in my throat. I repositioned my blanket to hide my right arm and shoulder and I did a little test.
I stroked up and down his cock through the shorts and I watched the blanket for movement. There was a little so I moved it again. Better. There was a slight movement at the shoulder but that could be scratching, couldn't it?
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Anonymous 14/07/16(Wed)10:40 No. 22084 ID: a2fcb0

Just saw your update on /r/incest
Good writing

5078 Batts343 14/07/17(Thu)22:07 No. 22087 ID: 5519d8

Thank you =]

And yeah, very little editing is done to this.

Mmm Kal 14/07/22(Tue)22:40 No. 22109 ID: 1159d0

I sincerely enjoy what you've come up with thus far.

The Creeper (Loli) Anonymous 13/12/27(Fri)00:33 No. 20531 ID: a2f9ff [Reply] [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 14/07/22(Tue)11:35 No. 22104 ID: 38dda6

That's alright, OP. We thought your story was pretty shit too. Goodbye very friends indeed.

Anonymous 14/07/22(Tue)11:38 No. 22105 ID: e50e74

Aww, this story was my favourite. I'd say don't worry about posting different chapter lengths occasionally, I think just about everyone in here would be delighted with any content at all. I really enjoyed your style of storytelling and I hope your future stories will be just as good as this one.

Impressed 14/07/22(Tue)17:20 No. 22108 ID: 6b9027


I read the whole thing in one shot last night, and it was sincerely captivating. I was upset to find little actual acts of sin, but I left this feeling a sense of sweetness. It was a story based on the darker side of lust for sure, but ultimately it was a well written, endearing story about affection.
Even if you don't continue writing this particular story, I hope you keep writing in general. -- 8.5/10

Old Fic Hunter 14/07/18(Fri)22:48 No. 22092 ID: 6b9027 [Reply]

Years ago I remember reading a story that spanned a bunch of chapters. It was like the journal entries of a Scientist who gathered a bunch of different women for sexual experiments.
There was a futa, a woman with huge breasts and crazy lubrication, a mother and daughter duo, and a few others I think.
Been looking for this for many moons lol. Any help appreciated.

Hunter 14/07/18(Fri)22:50 No. 22093 ID: 6b9027

Fuck, just seen the first sticky. How do I delete this thread ?

Little Rich Boy - Ep. 1 (M/b) Steve1981 12/05/13(Sun)10:43 No. 16142 ID: 7bb512 [Reply]

I was once mistaken for a male prostitute on my way home from the gym and it kind of changed

my life. OK, I guess I looked the part and the gym was in a pretty sleazy part of town so I

shouldn't have been so surprised.

I had been trying to hail a cab without any luck and was leaning on a lamp post looking

dejected when the stretch limo pulled up, almost silently. The man at the wheel, who looked

quite a lot older than God, wound down the window and croaked at me.
"Looking for business?"

I opened my mouth to tell him to get lost when he jerked his thumb over his shoulder,

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Anonymous 13/06/21(Fri)01:56 No. 19230 ID: 853ba3

Bump for next chapter please

Lickit 13/10/23(Wed)17:47 No. 19983 ID: 49e734

OMG, I like this one. Too bad it doesn't continue.

Anonymous 14/07/18(Fri)14:52 No. 22091 ID: 5cd61f

"near-miss" ,D

that's right, oh boy

he was in there to win here

Stupid sexy shoggoths Pervert of Words 14/07/07(Mon)15:26 No. 22048 ID: cd1ff8 [Reply]

-Male, tentacles, sloppy shoggoth sex. Hoping to get reviews to encourage me to write more and better. Title is WIP and a Simpsons reference. Will add more shoggoths and crazy lovecraft shit if I can be bothered.-

I may have, accidentally, maybe, perhaps, put the world at risk. Possibly. Before I explain how, and why, I need to tell you about me and what I’ve been doing.

For a few years now, I’ve been dabbling in the occult. It began by reading certain stories which I assumed were entirely fictitious, and googling their contents. One link lead to another, and I eventually found a small community of people who not only believed that certain stories were true (to a point), but who could prove it. While most of what I now know to be true is irrelevant to what I’m writing, there is one truth that I must reveal: Humans were not the first sentient beings to live on the earth. At least one other species prospered before us, and while they are all long gone, we know about them. We know, and this is important, that they had servants called “shoggoths”. I’m unsure whether or not the shoggoths were created, found, summoned or bred by these elder beings, and it doesn’t really matter. Regardless, I was taught, in the previously-mentioned community, how to find and bind a shoggoth. A shoggoth, by the way, is essentially a sort of large slug.

Well, I dared to try it out. By means which I shan’t disclose, I tracked down a shoggoth. I bound it to me, to my service, I made it my slave. And then I fucked up; I got horny.

Most people are familiar with the “befores”; the lust-fueled fucking-up of priorities, the abandonment of caution and the complete disregard for consequences in the name of getting an orgasm. This drive is what led me to fuck a shoggoth, and I will, in graphic detail, give my account of what it’s like, of what happened, and why I may have fucked over the world.

The shoggoth was mine. I had it bound to me. I could instruct it to do anything, and it would do it, no complaints, no resistance. I felt no malice from it, no hostility. It had no desire of its own, no will; it was a living tool. I had it dig out a hole in the backyard, wherein I had it create a chamber in which I would keep it. I build a small shack over it, to hide the hole.

The shoggoth required neither food nor water. I would leave it in its chamber, go to work, and when I’d come back, it lay where I left it. Eventually, I got bored of it. I used it to do housework, which it did excellently, but I had no further use for it.
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Anonymous 14/07/12(Sat)00:47 No. 22059 ID: b9642d

bumping for interest.

Anonymous 14/07/15(Tue)20:11 No. 22078 ID: 27e892

Please do continue, you've intrigued me with this start.

R.I.P. Anonymous 14/07/18(Fri)08:47 No. 22088 ID: 1c28c8

Sorry OP, but I can't. "I just can't even" like a white girl. That title killed my boner.

A Man No More Gamer 09/07/14(Tue)11:02 No. 265 ID: 5ab7b1 [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]

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Hey guys, I know no one ever reads the opening up here, but this is the first time I've submitted anything to /elit/, so constructive criticism is welcome. I'll post the first two chapters tonight, and try to write them each day or two and have them posted for you guys. Thanks!

A Man No More
[TF, MF, MMF+, FF, slave, etc.]

Chapter 1: Man Up

“Come on, Sam, it’ll be fun, and you need to relax anyway!” My girlfriend was quite stubborn. More so than myself, which means I would end up losing this argument.
“Hun, it’s a salon,” I argued back. “It’s my eighteenth birthday, I don’t think spending it in some fruity salon is what I’ve been waiting years for.” That’s right, Clarissa, my girlfriend, was trying to drag me to some salon and spa for men. She had gone to a salon for her eighteenth birthday two weeks ago, and had it in her head that I would love it too. Obviously, I’m not quite as interested.
“Please, baby? I just want us both to feel perfect.”
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Anonymous 14/03/03(Mon)11:42 No. 21285 ID: 6ef6c8

Well I'm glad I bumped this when I did and got your attention. Thanks for the chapter, glad you're still alive. Hope all your problems have been resolved and that you're living more stably.

Gamer 14/03/10(Mon)10:02 No. 21332 ID: f30f4a

Oh, things are as awful as ever. Heh, well, not exactly. I suppose I can't complain too much; I have a roof over my head, clothes on my back, wheels on my car, and while I can't say I have any savings, I'm not broke or going hungry. I'm just not at a place in my life that I'd like to be at.

That's likely going to be my biggest excuse for such a long wait. I haven't progressed anywhere in my life, and I've tried resolving every issue at once and in the end nothing gets solved. Henceforth, no progress on anything. Including my story.

I am very glad you enjoyed it, though, and once yet ANOTHER PC issue gets resolved (this time being my vid card), I'll get another chapter up. I'm already working on it, as well, so no more three year waits.

Anonymous 14/07/15(Tue)15:39 No. 22077 ID: c91a45

Holy crap, this story's been updated since I checked last! Awesome!

Sick (TG, m>f,mf,mmf) TG Wave 14/06/04(Wed)21:24 No. 21894 ID: b15d46 [Reply]

~Sadly, this one is unfinished and I'm not sure where to take it. So this time, I'm looking for feedback and ideas!

For the august personage of Charlie Milton, having always been a less than courageous man who feared sickness above all, the coming of the Plague had been hard. A hypochondriac who worked from home, Charlie had cut off all ties with the outside world at the first rumors of the sickness that had ravaged the Earth. His plan had been simple, he’d only hide out until either they found a cure or developed an inoculation. He possessed the means to remain isolated indefinitely, taking every precaution imaginable, his plan possessing only one flaw, he had gotten sick!

Flu like symptoms had begun two days ago and Charlie was racked with anticipation, day three was here and he would discover whether he had the flu or something much, much worse. He glanced down at his hands nervously, the first symptoms of the plague usually started there after three days, but his hands were unchanged. He should tried to sigh in relief but was instead assaulted by a vicious sneeze, which covered his hand in mucous. Charlie rose from his favorite arm chair and moved in to the bathroom, washing his hands thoroughly with the most antiseptic hand wash available, as if it mattered.

He studied himself in the mirror, inspecting and scrutinizing every inch of his plain, unremarkable face for signs (he’d heard that the first changes were subtle). Nothing had changed and he tried to calm his nerves. He was short, with narrow features and a receding hairline that was neatly trimmed. His frame was gaunt, but a bit of a belly had begun to develop from a year’s experience of being a miserable shut in. Other than the droopy eyelids from lack of sleep and red nose from tissues, nothing had changed he told himself, but it was another 5 minutes before he could stop checking and double checking. “I’ll go watch TV, that will take my mind off this miserable flu,” he said aloud to himself.

Charlie collapsed back into his armchair and turned on the TV. Unfortunately, it seemed he would be unable to forget his sickness today; every channel was carrying the same story. A pretty, dark haired newswoman was dispassionately describing the latest details of The Trial. “The prosecution today presented evidence in the form of the defendant’s journal. Details have been leaked to NBC 13 concerning the content of the diary submitted for testimony, for more we’ll go to our on-the-spot reporter Albert Gimenez.”

The screen changed to show the outside of a courthouse, surrounded with people. A blonde woman in a neat pantsuit holding a microphone was standing off to one side and began to speak, “Thanks Maria. Although of course the trial is closed to the public, details have emerged from the personal journal of the accused, recounting the means of producing a gender bending substance, with notes descr Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

Anonymous 14/06/05(Thu)01:42 No. 21898 ID: 04d16f

i liked it. i would change the father son things though, you have enough kinky shit with out the implied father son ball rubbing going on. make the snatchers a street gang that is using "snatching" to gain money and influence in the under world.

Anonymous 14/07/06(Sun)22:31 No. 22045 ID: f2d560

I definitely liked it. One logical place you could take it would obviously be with his trying to fight off the suggestions when the men are not around, and how lingering the suggestions are. Like after being given a suggestion, does it stick for good or does it wear off as time goes on?

You could also very easily go into a harem kind of scenario where (s)he will find herself having to not only deal with now being female but possible among other females who have been in this situation a lot longer and there is a hierarchy among the changed women. So she has to find a way to deal with those who are already established as well as the new girls who will/will not hold animosity towards her.

You could also go into a scenario where even though they are suggestable they still need to be "broken" over time. And so you could go into a bondage and/or mental control training kind of scenario. Where they try and break her and teach her what she needs for her new life and she tries to resist. That role could be almost anything if you want to add another fetish.

Or as the other person suggested its more of a profit thing. Where again they can either be trained or auctioned off. If auctioned that again opens up the whole situation to whatever fetish you might decide. She could end up being sold to a Lesbian who wants a new toy, to a dog breeder who wants to make sure his studs have a outlet for release, to a rich household to be trained as a maid with other special duties, etc.

You could also throw something in the mix where somehow the virus affects her slightly differently than most people (more or less suggestible perhaps), or maybe the bug that affected her mutates in some way that makes her form less stable, and so how she looks can change based on the preferences of her "owner".

Guardian FlatulentSpliff 14/02/19(Wed)10:00 No. 21171 ID: d5b724 [Reply]

Hi everyone, this is the first time I'm uploading an elit I've written, and also the first time I'm publicly posting an english-written story. Please understand english is my second language, and although I try to be thorough when it comes to grammar and punctuation. I am also writting all of this on a phone (thankfully one with a physical keyboard), which doesn't really help, but I hope it's readable quality.

This story will eventually contain: M/g, M/f, M/F, F/g, f/g, (possibly F/b) mast, oral, anal, and maybe some more extreme tags, though probably not with the girl.

It is a slow, romantic story, definetely not for a quick fap (if you want one of those, may I recommend Phil Phantom or one of AnonyMPC's or Nicholas Fellheimer's tributes?), and won't have much sex for the first few chapters. Personally I like the tension and buildup of slower stories, and will try to accomplish that.

I ask for your imput and constructive criticism. If you have any suggestions, I'll also be happy to read those. Also any corrections to my grammar, punctuation, or false facts I've mentioned would be welcome.

Guardian, by FlatulentSpliff
Hope you enjoy.

(I realize I probably don't have to say this on this board, but hopefully it will keep some of the flaming idiots away.)
This is a work of fiction. All characters, events and story plots are product of my imagination. I do NOT endorse the sexual acts here described, it is a fantasy. I don't want to know anything about any experiences you might've had that resemble this story. This story is not real, if it were, it would be considered child abuse in most countries, consenting or not.
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Too many Infected Mushrooms FlatulentSpliff 14/04/18(Fri)10:35 No. 21569 ID: 763fd6

<Okay, apparently I don't know how to be brief, so before you get your hopes up with this long post, this is not a story update, it's a long, drug-induced ramble>

Hey guys, just a small update on WTF have I been doing, apologies, excuses and explanation. So, having a loli-centered story is apparently not the same thing I have in common with other writers on this board, since apparently I also disappear without an explanation for months, something I had hoped I'd never do.

First of all, thanks for the encouragement, this story is special and sentimental for me. It's my first venture into erotica, and I am still frightened I'll screw it at some point, but I'll finish this, that I swear, since, as I said, it's a very important story for me, personally. Of course, other writers have said so before, so there's no reason for you to beleive me.

Second: Why the fuck haven't I updated the story? I can give you a bunch of excuses and they'd all be true, my phone broke, I still don't have a computer, my health has been shit, I just started school, blah blah blah. The two real reasons are these, and the first one is actually good news for me. There's a chance I'll have a some short stories I wrote published, so the last couple of weeks I've been focusing all my writing time (when I can borrow a PC for a few hours) on polishing said stories, and hopefully get paid something for them and buy myself a computer.

The second reason, and this one is the real one (that before was just boasting haha), I broke up with my gf (OK, technically she dumped me), and (until recently) been in a fucking weird spiral of getting drunk, fucked up, or just not even getting out of bed. I believe this is a mini-depression, and if I wrote anything in this story it would've been Fran raping Lucy or some shit like that, and that's definitely not where I want to take this story, so I thought it best to leave the story on standby until my romantic side came back. I fall in love easily, so hopefully I'll continue this soon. I do have some of the next chapter that I wrote until the break-up, but it's still not in a readable state.

So, in summing up or TL;DR, been depressed, story not abandoned, just on personal hiatus.

Also, even though I appreciate the sentiment, please don't bump this post until I start adding more to the story. There are great writers around here, and I'm sure their stories deserve to be seen more than mine while it's not updated.

PS: After re-reading this, it sounds like I'm a creep and this story is special to me because it happened or something, I think this doesn't need to be said, and it's probably my pot-induced paranoia, but I've never, and would never do anything sexual with a kid, my personal rule is my age divided by two, plus 6, right no Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

All kinds of sluts in here FlatulentSpliff 14/04/20(Sun)15:25 No. 21583 ID: a0de1a

What a misleading title. Anyway, as previously said, I'm a love-slut, and that means I'm back to writing. The previous post I actually wrote more than a week ago, but couldn't manage to post it till yesterday. I've been editing what I had previously written, and guess what? It was a fly covered pile of constipated rhino shit. So I had to delete a big chunk and edit the rest, and I'm not sure it's much of an improvement, but I'm trying my best. I have no clue how much more time it's going to take, so I'm not gonna give a deadline, but I'll try to work on it at least one hour a day. That much I can do without feeling pressured.

Also, you can expect Sus to be appearing much more, since she's greatly inspired by the person that made me want to keep with the story. Don't worry, Lucy is still the star. But unless I decide to kill Sus (which I might) or make a spin-off about her (which I probably won't), she'll be a regular cast. Hopefully I'll say the character's real name and stop with the stupid "Sus" (and her name's not Susana).

Also, is there a code to use cursiva? Cause that would make the internal dialogues much more understandable.

Another random thought: while rereading the previous chapters, I realised I have a lot of stupid spelling errors. I'm still writing on my phone, so this will probably keep happening (I didn't get paid for my stories T_T).

And yes, I realise I just bumped this post with random shit after asking you not to do it. As usual, my excuse is: I'm high. If you want to understand my mindset, search on YouTube for "Afroman - cause I got high"

Toodles, see ya soon, hopefully.

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Anonymous 14/01/06(Mon)22:01 No. 20604 ID: 9f21ec [Reply]

JENNY, part 1

I'd just graduated from University at the age of 21, and taken a job at a local bar for some cash to keep me going while I was job hunting. There were very few young drinkers there; most were men in their 60s or 40/50 year old couples. As a young, handsome guy, I got a lot of attention from the women in their 40s, and often returned that attention with some harmless flirtation. All in good fun, just a way to pass the time in a menial job.

After a while I started drinking there; it was the nearest bar to home after all, and I often got bought drinks by the manager or the regulars. It was in this fashion that I met a few of the 'younger' regulars: a couple in their late 30s, a single 40 year old woman called Carly and a 28 year old guy who all drank together a few nights a week. I started to join them and got to know them all quite well. The couple, Ed and Christy, had recently fostered a 15 year old girl, Jenny, and were desperate to get out for a proper night out and were regularly discussing needing a babysitter. Being a low-paid barman, I offered to look after Jenny for a night as I was desperate for some extra cash.

I'd met Jenny a couple of times at the bar and she was a nice girl; a little bit hyper and excitable but there was nothing wrong with that - she was still a young teenager after all. She always seemed happy to see me and i was always happy to chat to her - i was the nearest to her age, so i just assumed she was eager to talk to someone who wasn't at least 20 years older than her. I'd never really looked at her properly before - why would I really? - but one day I was walking through town and saw her in her school uniform; she had a green skirt and tights, showing off her slim legs, with some slight curves where her muscles were being to develop. Her top half was covered with a big baggy jumper, as usual, so I couldn't tell how she looked there. I didn't think much of it then, as I knew she was too young, and I saw teenage girls in their uniforms all the time - why should this one be any different?

Anyway, the night of the babysitting rolled around and I heard over to Ed and Christy's house. When I got there, the couple were getting ready, and Jenny was watching TV, wearing a baggy hoodie and sweat pants. She waved and gave me a big smile, as Christy took me to one side.

"Thanks for helping us out," she said. I looked at her up close. She'd really dressed herself up, wearing a nice dress that showed ample cleavage, and her hair was wavy, framing a pretty face which had a small amount of makeup on. I'd always appreciated older women, and mainly watched MILF porn, so when I first saw Christy I noticed her massive breasts, curvy body and pretty face highlighted by bright blue eyes, and so had fapped to her a few times. I made a mental note of how she looked for later on.

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Anonymous 14/07/02(Wed)05:47 No. 22018 ID: 5099d7

OP here. After a long time, I'm back with the next chapter...

CHRISTY part 1

2 months after the night with Jenny, I hadn't been asked to baby sit again, and had not seen Ed and Christy at the bar for around 6 weeks. I started to worry that jenny might have said something, and that Ed and Christy were planning to tell the authorities. Panic was setting in, and every time I went in for a shift I worried that it would all come out in to the open. Then, one afternoon I received a text from Christy.

"Can you come to the bar? I need to talk to you"

Shit. They knew and they were going to confront me. What could I do? If I lied, it would be my word against Jenny’s; who would everyone believe? I’d be tarred as a pedophile for life; no one would want anything to do with me. With my stomach churning, I went to the bar, fearing the worst.

When I walked in, I saw Christy sitting at a corner table alone. I was expecting Ed to be there too, so to not see him threw me a bit. I was convinced I was going to be confronted. After buying myself a beer and a scotch (I was going to need the booze!), I sat down at the table, and asked what Christy needed to talk to me about. I looked at her; her eyes were red and she looked upset. I guessed she’d been crying and I thought, due to my fears, that she should be angry.

“What’s up?” I asked.

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