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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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Anonymous 14/08/07(Thu)10:53 No. 22203 ID: 9ab35b

>>17066
10/10 I love you OP, this is the stuff of dreams!


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Anonymous 14/08/07(Thu)11:40 No. 22204 ID: 06cc7b

Stopping by to offer some critique: as someone who grew up on estrogen therapy because of CIS and being XXY: we don't ejaculate, nor do we have a refractory period. We're as multi-orgasmic as XX women.


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Anonymous 14/08/07(Thu)11:40 No. 22205 ID: 06cc7b

>>22204
>CIS

Meant CAIS. Typo.




Fucking Appendix Soli 14/08/06(Wed)06:34 No. 22185 ID: cd8c01 [Reply]

Hey all you perverts. I'm Soli. This is my first attempt at this type of elit, so be gentle. Let me know what you think, and ill keep the dirty flowing for you. Now without further adieu, I give you, Fucking Appendix. Enjoy



I read the words on the screen again, sure I must be misreading them. They couldn't say what I thought they did, and yet there they were.

"Do as I say, or Eve dies."

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I guess it really started the day my little sister, Eve, came down with appendicitis. Though she was never exactly bubbly, she was always generally cheerful, and rarely complained about anything. Even though she was three years younger, fourteen to my seventeen, we were always close, possibly owing to the fact we were both enrolled in an online form of homeschooling.

That's why when I came in to the living room and found her curled up on the couch looking less than happy, I decided to try and cheer her up. "What's wrong sis, got the red tide blues?" I teased as I plopped down beside her and gave her a playful nudge in the side.

I expected a playful smack, or maybe a throw pillow to live up to its name. What I got instead, was a yelp of pain from Eve, as she squeezed into a tighter ball and tears began to stream down her cheeks.
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Soli 14/08/06(Wed)08:52 No. 22188 ID: cd8c01

Thanks for the input. It might not be quite as it seems from the little intro. Then again it might be. I posted this mostly to see if anyone is interested. As I'm sure you can tell it's unedited. This thread is primarily to gauge interest before I delve into editing and serious writing. And I'll likely repost a more polished version, along with the next chapter or two soon.


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Anonymous 14/08/06(Wed)10:46 No. 22189 ID: b80eb4

Hey, I enjoyed it a lot. Let's see where it goes! But please promise this: if you start a story, even a short one, please end it and don't leave it unfinished like a ton here!


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Soli 14/08/06(Wed)22:15 No. 22195 ID: cd8c01

Ha yeh, unfinished stories drive me nuts. I'm also terribly impatient with projects such as writing, so it will likely be posted as quickly as I can write/edit it. I'm pleased to say I'm almost finished editing the first chapter, and I'll likely start the second tonight.




Military Brats (B/S Incest) Chalc 14/07/30(Wed)03:44 No. 22136 ID: cb7628 [Reply]

This is my first time writing. LMK your honest opinions, and if there is any interest I'll gladly continue the story.

Growing up as a military brat, my parents moved us around a lot. We would be stationed in a country for three to four years and then be on our way again because Dad's job required him too. I don't understand the whole let us leave you here for a quick tour idea, but my parents loved it because they got to travel the world for free, and it was their dream to do so. Growing up I remember my older sister complaining about how she would always lose her friends when we moved, and how far away we were from “normal” people (I think she meant Americans). I never really had an issue with it, because I am your typical male teen who plays video games and now with the way the internet is, I am never without friends when I am home.


This past year we just moved to Okinawa and let me tell you I love it here. The people are amazingly friendly, the food is amazing, the cars are everything a young boy dreams of, and of course there is an abundance of arcades. Luckily for me, my parents moved us over here in the summer instead of during the middle of the school year. That meant plenty of time for me and my sister to look around the island together, see the sites with our parents, and to relax at the house in the air conditioning.


My sister Tori is your typical popular girl when it comes to school. Everybody always notices her when she enters a room, I think it's mainly because she is 5'10”, has platinum blonde hair that went to her waist, a perfect tan year round and piercing sapphire blue eyes. Or maybe its because she has a perfect body from being a year swimmer and being a health nut. She was the definition of the trophy daughter always getting the top marks in her classes and being a champion athlete. On the other hand I'm not much to look at. I'm 5'11” with brown hair and light hazel eyes, a few scars from skateboarding back when we lived in Germany, athletic build from playing sports my parents forced me into, and of course my glasses from staring at computer monitors from the age of 15 on up.


Now being that I spent a lot of time at home and my sister was the social butterfly of the family, I knew I was going to be the one to help unload everything in the house and to help bring boxes to all the different rooms. I got my room done first as to allow myself to get my computer set up before anybody could tell me to go out and socialize. My mom asked me to help with the kitchen while she made me a lunch of tuna sandwiches and some chips, to which I obliged her since I was starving from unloading my room.


After I was done eating, my mom assigned me the impossible task of unloading my sisters room for her so she could set up her clothes, trophies, and all the other bullshit a female needs while shes in hi Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Anonymous 14/07/31(Thu)21:59 No. 22154 ID: 83304f

Grade C for having decent sentence structure.
And it's deliver great content, then get appreciated for it. Not the other way around.


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militarybrat2 14/08/02(Sat)09:05 No. 22164 ID: 641f11

Hey OP, I lived in Germany a while too, Ramstein. Almost went to Okinawa afterwards, interesting haha


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Anonymous 14/08/06(Wed)02:33 No. 22183 ID: 18cfcc

MOAR pls




The Game MuchAnon 14/08/01(Fri)12:41 No. 22159 ID: 67546e [Reply]

"So, are you in?"

She closed her eyes in concentration, considering. It seemed pretty high risk... but with similarly high rewards. And, really, she wasn't satisfied with her career - flipping burgers with an art degree is very similar to flipping burgers without, except even less fulfilling and rewarding - the student loans ate up much of the income.

"It's just one month, right?"
"Yes."
"So... twenty-eight days?"

The man gave a broad grin, which made it seem like his head split in two for a moment. High cheekbones, long black hair tied into a ponytail, a greek nose and steel-grey eyes lent him a stern air.

"Well, aren't you the clever one, already having wriggled out of nine point seven percent of the original task. Sure! Twenty-eight days. Be here before midnight - as that is when the day officially ends - twenty-eight days from now, and you'll have won. As simple as that. Of course, if you don't..."

He returned his attention to his plate, picking out another piece of lobster, shortly breaking the carapace and sucking out the white meat. Twenty-eight days. Twenty-eight changes to her being, then. Of course, when she won she could simply ask to have them undone. Twenty-eight days... Not very long a sacrifice for a complete change in quality of life. Not like she had other options in that regard, either: she had had no success with her art yet (the traditionalists had told her it was too contemporary, the contemporarists too avant-garde and the avant-gardists too traditional). Getting another degree would leave her with twice the mountain of debt, with no way to pay her existing one in the meantime.

She let out a sigh of defeat. "Fine. I accept."
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Anonymous 14/08/02(Sat)04:40 No. 22162 ID: fac323

Could be good, but way too short to really be worth posting yet


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Anonymous 14/08/02(Sat)11:26 No. 22166 ID: 9ab35b

>>22159
I like where this is going




RV Summer Trip Stonebrow!AN26.8FkH6 11/04/04(Mon)19:05 No. 11682 ID: d30cf6 [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]

tags: incest, m/f, outercourse, frottage

later chapters will include sex and oral, but nothing real kinky

Sam looks like http://filefap.com /view/1279532_bxm0q
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It was time for the yearly family vacation again. I’m not sure why we kept up this tradition as it usually caused more stress than it relieved. But in between the long periods of dysfunctionality, loathing, and irritability that we caused one another while on it, we usually managed to have some shining moment of family fun that my parents would look back on 11 months later and decide it was worth doing again. Isn’t the human mind’s ability to filter memories amazing?

So, once again, my parents, Sarah and John, my older sis, Samantha, and myself would be stuck in a RV on a cross country road trip to see some great American landmark. Cue Weird Al’s Biggest Ball of Twine in Minnesota. Sam(antha) and I heard the news a week before summer vacation, just long enough for us to properly dread it’s coming and mourn the loss of yet another summer to goof off with friends. Hell, I’d have rather have gotten a job and made some cash. But it wasn’t to be. The Parkers would be going to Key West. This brought mixed reactions from my sis and me. Good food, good weather, beaches? It was too good to be true, I’m pretty sure both Sam and I were waiting for the other shoe to drop. But as our departure date approached, everything seemed to be going fine.

Everyone had packed for the last three days, and my dad was going to pull up with the rented RV any minute now. We lived in Raleigh, North Carolina, so it was going to be a bit of a trip. Since Sam had turned 16 this year, she was really hoping she’d be be able to use her newly acquired learners permit and drive part of the way. She had been moping about for a few days after dad told her she shouldn’t learn on an RV. My dad’s an okay driver but in hilly areas he didn’t feel assured even letting Mom drive. I guess Mom’s better than some, but she’s still a woman. Don’t give me that; like legends, most prejudice is based upon a kernel of truth, and I’ve been driven by enough women to have the experimental data to back it up. So Mom, Sam, and myself, 15 year old Jason Parker, were standing outside on the driveway at an ungodly hour of the morning with a large pile of luggage, waiting to see what sad excuse for a RV would roll in. My parents are both college professors, which is why they can both get the summer off every year, though apparently they go through a lot of trouble to do so. But it also means that Dad is sometimes frugal when I wish he wasn’t.
I looked around, running down my mental checklist. Told all my friends, check. Got my PS2, check. Plenty of underwear, check. Laptop and charger, double check. Toothbrush... that was in my big suitcase, maybe? I ought to check. Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Anonymous 13/11/25(Mon)23:53 No. 20341 ID: a5a4e0

Man, I completely forgot about this.


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Anonymous 14/07/31(Thu)10:48 No. 22147 ID: b01ebc

this shit better not die ive been following this for 2-3 years now


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Stonebrow!AN26.8FkH6 14/08/26(Tue)07:15 No. 22348 ID: 05ab80

>>22147
This is sooooo dead it's not even funny.




Glaciermelt - a short watergirl/naiad fantasy grotto 12/03/21(Wed)22:02 No. 15559 ID: f5eca9 [Reply]

I hammered the last stakes in up to their tips, making sure the tent was tight enough to last through the storm the radio said was coming. Sure didn't look like foul weather - the sky was clear and the afternoon sun was golden and warm - but weather can change in an instant up in the mountains. I figured I still had a couple hours of clear summer day, though, and having finished making camp I decided to waste no time and go for a swim.

I chose this area because I like the isolation. There aren't any trails that come anywhere near these lakes, so it's a twenty-mile cross-country hike to get out here... I think I'm the first to make the trek this year, and it's already mid-July.

The moment I had first reached the lake, exhausted from topping that last ridge, I knew I'd be stopping here for a simple reason: no mosquitoes. Usually it's impossible to even sit still near a body of water this high up without being mobbed by a hellswarm of the things, and I came armed with pure DEET and an assortment of (completely ineffectual) citrus candles. But this place was different. I knew because of the utter silence - there were no biting flies, no no-see-ums, no bugs at all. The lake felt as quiet as a church.

I traipsed down from my camp to the lake on bare feet, wearing a pair of shorts that could double as a swimsuit. The lake was nestled in at the end of a long slope of boulders and scree, the remains of a melted glacier. To one side, a stark rocky cliff rose straight up from the water, and on the other the lake overflowed in a stream that fell down the side of the mountain. The view of the valley was amazing. The lake itself was incredibly clear, with deep blue depths abutting the cliff and a shallow gravelly floor on the side of the stream. Here above the treeline, it was probably even safe to drink. I stepped gingerly over sunbaked rocks to the gently lapping shore.

The water was cold, of course, like glacial runoff tends to be. In situations like this, there are two options: either you go in inch by agonizing inch, or you dunk yourself and get it over with. Either way you freeze your nuts off, but at least the second way is over faster. I steeled myself and jumped right in.

For the first few seconds I could hardly breathe. The reflex is to tighten your chest and breathe in shallow gulps, and you feel like you're going to run out of air, but if you stay in and move around you eventually get used to it. So I thrashed around and shivered, trying to zen my way to comfort. My movements disturbed the still water and the waves reflected off of the cliff, so the whole lake seemed to be waking up, reacting to my presence with choppy water.

I was out a bit beyond the depth where I could stand, rapidly dogpaddling and feeling my extremities go numb, when the lake suddenly went still.

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Temerair 14/04/27(Sun)08:05 No. 21635 ID: f8e936

Like now. Checking back in. Not seeing any update. :(


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Temerair 14/07/31(Thu)06:00 No. 22145 ID: c08b87

Aaaaand now. Tick tock, bro.


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Anonymous 14/07/31(Thu)21:46 No. 22153 ID: fc0357

I wish people wouldn't bump dead stories.




Military Brats (B/S Incest) Chalc 14/07/30(Wed)03:42 No. 22135 ID: cb7628 [Reply]

So this is my first time writing any Elit. If there is anybody interested I'll keep working on the story (there isn't any sex YET) just gauging interest.

Growing up as a military brat, my parents moved us around a lot. We would be stationed in a country for three to four years and then be on our way again because Dad's job required him too. I don't understand the whole let us leave you here for a quick tour idea, but my parents loved it because they got to travel the world for free, and it was their dream to do so. Growing up I remember my older sister complaining about how she would always lose her friends when we moved, and how far away we were from “normal” people (I think she meant Americans). I never really had an issue with it, because I am your typical male teen who plays video games and now with the way the internet is, I am never without friends when I am home.
This past year we just moved to Okinawa and let me tell you I love it here. The people are amazingly friendly, the food is amazing, the cars are everything a young boy dreams of, and of course there is an abundance of arcades. Luckily for me, my parents moved us over here in the summer instead of during the middle of the school year. That meant plenty of time for me and my sister to look around the island together, see the sites with our parents, and to relax at the house in the air conditioning.
My sister Tori is your typical popular girl when it comes to school. Everybody always notices her when she enters a room, I think it's mainly because she is 5'10”, has platinum blonde hair that went to her waist, a perfect tan year round and piercing sapphire blue eyes. Or maybe its because she has a perfect body from being a year swimmer and being a health nut. She was the definition of the trophy daughter always getting the top marks in her classes and being a champion athlete. On the other hand I'm not much to look at. I'm 5'11” with brown hair and light hazel eyes, a few scars from skateboarding back when we lived in Germany, athletic build from playing sports my parents forced me into, and of course my glasses from staring at computer monitors from the age of 15 on up.
Now being that I spent a lot of time at home and my sister was the social butterfly of the family, I knew I was going to be the one to help unload everything in the house and to help bring boxes to all the different rooms. I got my room done first as to allow myself to get my computer set up before anybody could tell me to go out and socialize. My mom asked me to help with the kitchen while she made me a lunch of tuna sandwiches and some chips, to which I obliged her since I was starving from unloading my room.
After I was done eating, my mom assigned me the impossible task of unloading my sisters room for her so she could set up her clothes, trophies, and all the other bullshit a female needs while shes in high school. Upo Message too long. Click here to view the full text.




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

C1
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 14/07/23(Wed)00:59 No. 22111 ID: 47e7b4

C2
I feel like I know her, but sometimes my arms bend back.

That's what the blonde said. The man in the red suit was about 3 feet tall, and danced with a strange listing to his right side. Where he was from, there was always music in the air and the birds sang pretty songs. The music now was uncomfortable, and the floors were a strange jagged pattern.

"Let's rock," he said, and I when I looked up, all I could see was the spine of the roof, fan slowly spinning in silence. I followed it with my eyes, focusing on one blade, but the motion made me nauseous quickly. Rolling over, I come to see that nobody else was in the room. The memory of the night before stood up in my head and I remembered it clearly through my dreaming. My hips were sore, and I felt as though I had been hit by a couple baseball bats before falling asleep.

My mother was nowhere to be found, as I put my clothes on and wandered out into the desolate hall, dust lined on the portraits and doors. The morning light was warm from the stairwell window, as my soft footfalls pattered down the carpet and onto my floor. My door, which once was sealed, now hung open so that I may return to it. Through my morning haze, the strange dream forgotten, I remembered now that she had locked it... For what purpose? To have me see her upstairs? Feeling older than my mother, I shook my head and went into my sanctuary.

Everything was upside-down, trashed and thrown about. Bedsheets swept across the floor like a window drape in a marble hall, still clinging to my once made bed. All of my notebooks were open and strewn, as if they had been thrown about. I walked through the chaos like a ghost, an observer of the battlefield once the war had already moved on. The window was open, the real drapes billowing softly in the summer breezing.

My desk had been swept to the floor, pens and pencils rolled everywhere. Each drawer searched, every hiding place overturned. She had certainly been busy, I thought, unable to know where to start the cleaning. What was she looking for? Was this disorder intentional? It felt as though it was pure chaos for the sake of destruction. I turned from the head of my room and looked back to the door. There, at this angle, the mystery was revealed. Leaned on my pillow, intentionally placed and freed from the loose floorboard, sat my black, dick-shaped vibrator. I had to convince someone to go into the store down the highway and buy it for me, and it had sat in darkness for so long that I forgotten what it clearly looked like. It'd only seen the quiet light of the moon.

Now, the morning light from my window caught it in a favorable shade, and I could see it just as easily as my mother could. I looked about to this chaos, heartbeat rising, knowing it was all because of this. A few loose pages strewn about the rest of my belongings went up with the gust as I stormed downstairs. Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Anonymous 14/07/23(Wed)00:59 No. 22112 ID: 47e7b4

>>21973
>>21998
>>22017
Thanks

>>21988
More detailed?


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Kal 14/07/29(Tue)09:13 No. 22134 ID: 1159d0

Bumping for great justice.




A Sissy Story Dee 13/01/12(Sat)18:49 No. 18110 ID: 9b0c45 [Reply] [Last 50 posts]

PART I

James swallowed hard as he walked toward the front door. He rang the doorbell and stood fidgeting on the stoop. James was a popular enough guy. He was a surfer with the classic long blond hair, blue eyed beach bum look, he was also a star swimmer -- the only freshman to make the varsity squad. Despite this he was nervous. This was the first time he’d gone to a girls house when her parents weren’t home. Not only that, but the girl, Julie, was the hottest freshman at school. The door swung open and Tommy, Julie’s brother, stood inside.

“Hey come on in,” said Tommy.

James stepped through the door and looked up at Tommy -- a senior and the captain of the swim team. He was at least 6 inches taller than him. Most guys were taller than James, who was barely 5-foot 7-inches. He walked into the hallway and looked into the living room where Chris -- Tommy’s best friend -- was sitting on the couch playing xbox. Chris was a wrestler and was short and broad chested, although he was still taller than James.

“Who invited the midget?” Chris called out.

“My sister,” said Tommy. “She’s upstairs in her room. Go on up its the first door on the right.”

James thanked Tommy and gave Chris the finger as he ran up the stairs. He took a deep breath and slowly opened the door. Julie was laying on her bed listening to her ipod and flipping through facebook on her laptop. She was laying on her stomach in just a sweater and panties. Her socked feet were crossed in the air behind her.

James felt his cock grow in his pants as he admired her smooth cream colored legs that led to a large round ass and narrow waist. Her straight blond hair was cut into a short bob. She looked back noticing James. Her big blue eyes widened and her pink lips parted leaving a surprised look on her gorgeous face. She pulled a blanket over her legs.
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Anonymous 14/06/11(Wed)03:48 No. 21924 ID: 638974

this needs a bump


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Anonymous 14/07/12(Sat)02:26 No. 22060 ID: a06bd3

this might be dead but it deserves one more bump


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Anonymous 14/07/26(Sat)06:49 No. 22122 ID: a9d5a0

R.I.P.
http://youtu.be/aJxrX42WcjQ




Conquering With Darkness Mint 11/04/14(Thu)06:51 No. 11868 ID: 8c6d64 [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]

This is the sequel to Toying with Darkness. If you want to read the first one without going through the pages of this board, it can be found here:

http://original.adultfanfiction.net/story.php?no=600103154

I have to voice that I'm a bit concerned about posting a sequel. New people come across this story, don't want to bother reading the original and then just move on. I'll post a summary of the first story after this chapter. I'm just too tired to write it now and I want to begin this story. So for first time readers who are too lazy to read the original, hit reply to find the summary and if it's not there yet, just be patient.

And it begins. This one contains a shit ton of battles, some death, some drama and a whole lot of sex. If you'll notice on the tags I added a new one since I posted it on my blog. I forgot to include it. I'm sure you'll enjoy.

Tags: Anal, orgy, incest, orgy, bestiality, abuse, angst, anthro, Bondage, sadism, masochism, body modification (in every sense of the term), corruption, dominance (male to female, female to female and female to male), exhibitionism, lesbianism (a lot), futanari, humiliation, underage, pedophilia (lots), mind control (demon powers), character deaths (some you might not want to), pregnancy, oral, rape, slavery, masturbation, transformation, violence, gore, blood-drinking, pissing, plushie (you heard me), bunny sex (not kidding), lactation (yeah, I'm going there)

ON WITH THE SHOW!!!!!

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Chapter 1
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Mint 13/06/09(Sun)22:34 No. 19132 ID: 62b1d7

>>19128

I'll post it here. Almost done with the first chapter.


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Rain 13/06/10(Mon)15:24 No. 19143 ID: 4c099f

>>19132
Bitchin'. I'm interested in all of those things.


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Anonymous 14/07/26(Sat)04:01 No. 22120 ID: 1a33d2

Can't quite let it go yet. This is still some of the best writing around on this board.




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