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My 8th Summer CH-1 (M/b, NO Sex, Light CD, mostly true) Taylor 13/07/07(Sun)07:47 No. 19334 ID: 2f2cd6 [Reply]

Chapter 1- this story is mostly true, some details have been changed here and there but the important stuff is all there. It starts very slow, didn't realize how slow until I re-read it. The pace will pick up as it goes along, just had to set the stage.



Chapter 1
Paw-Paw’s Habits and the Old House

My name is Taylor, I am an only child but not by my mother’s choice, my birth was problematic and the doctors advised my parents not to try again. My mother was heartbroken but reconciled herself to just having a son even though she really wanted a daughter too. My father was a salesperson for a textile manufacturer and traveled a couple weeks a month.

My mom and I were really close; we spent most days at the pool during the summer months and she’d take me everywhere with her. I guess she projected her desire for a daughter on me somewhat because I loved shopping. We’d go to the mall a couple times a week and hit up all the clothing stores. She would take me into the fitting rooms with her and let me try on clothes and ohh and ahh at me. It was around the time I was 5 or 6 that I started trying on girl’s clothes sometimes too. She loved to see me in flowery dresses or a skirt and a cute top. She would smile like a proud mother when a salesperson at one of the stores told her how pretty her daughter was. Funny, she didn’t buy me girl’s clothes though. It was our little “shopping secret”.

She also let my hair grow to an unfashionable length for a boy. I had light blond hair, almost white, to my shoulders full of ringlet curls. It was often in a ponytail and when my father was out of town she would put it in pigtails when we went shopping. I never really thought about being a girl. I just loved to make my mom happy and it was fun playing dress up. Looking back I can still remember the tingly feeling of being in the dressing room wearing a cute dress with some Mary Janes and my hair in pigtails. It was a great time for me and for her. I think my willingness to be her “daughter” for our shopping trips kept her from being as upset about not being able to have another child.

When I entered kindergarten my mother went back to work. She was a teacher so we had the same schedule, off for holidays and summer vacation. We still went shopping and I still did my best to be both a good son and a good daughter. My mother had bought me a few pairs of panties by this time with strict orders to never wear them when my father was home and she kept them hidden in a box in her closet mixed in with her shoes. I’d wear the panties around the house and sometimes sneak a pair out of the box and wear them to school under my shorts. I didn’t do it for sexual reasons, other than the tingle it gave me to wear panties. I guess, even at 6-7 years old, I realized it was “wrong” for a boy to wear girls panties. My mother knew it was wrong too, we’ve talked about it i Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Anonymous 13/07/15(Mon)08:54 No. 19369 ID: 3e6bc0

More please


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Anonymous 13/09/03(Tue)10:22 No. 19634 ID: 90233a

Mooooaaaar. Cant wait to see what happens especially since you claim it to be a true story.


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Anonymous 14/06/18(Wed)22:33 No. 21963 ID: 5cd61f

when did this story start, bc I can't read ameridates.. or britdates ,- ) or even sweddates :P)?

anyhow: contributing with chromaticism of the sheer time-consuming ordeal it is to read this shit, hope it can be somewhat easier to TYPE it out, so WE CAN GET ..

get get get get get get get ..moar?




Soccer Mom and a Bully (Netorare) Anonymous 14/05/27(Tue)03:15 No. 21834 ID: 2cee88 [Reply]

“Coach! Colin tripped me!" I whined, as usual the coach wasn't paying any attention to the game he was too busy looking at the soccer mom on the field, my mom.

"No I didn't I was trying to get the ball! he's just being a crybaby." Colin retorted, but it didn't matter either way, the coach was clearly uninterested in the event and was mainly just annoyed with the interruption of his gawking.

"Quit the belly-aching Jessie, sometimes your going to scrape a knee or bruise an elbow, it's sports son! man up!"

"Yeah, girl name, stop whining." Colin gnarled which received a hearty amount of laughter from the other kids on the team and topped it off with an infuriating smirk, obviously pleased with getting away with another jab at my pride. Colin was the same age as me, but he sure didn't look like it. He was 6 foot tall, well built and handsome, blonde hair, blue eyes, the whole shebang and a real jerk to boot. No wonder all the girls liked him. Me on the other hand, pretty much the exact opposite at 5'3 I was a skinny, pale, nerdy loser and Colin liked to make sure I knew it. Suffice to say, I wasn't a hit with the ladies either the only time I ever asked a girl out was for a school dance and she literally laughed in my face.

As I got up and wiped the grass and dirt from my knees and palms I heard the coaches whistle blow, it was break time. all the kids rushed to the sidelines to have some snacks and something to drink. Every week one of the parents got the duty of providing snacks and drinks and just generally being around to help out during the soccer practices, this week it was my moms turn. there were two small picnic tables for everybody to eat at, I went to sit down with the one my mom was at but it was full before I got there. she looked at me and shrugged lightly, nothing to do about it, I guess I'll have to go sit at the other table with the coach.

From where I was sitting I had a good view of my moms table, and I saw her sitting across from Colin and talking with him. all the other kids at that table were chatting amongst themselves but Colin and my mom were having a pretty involved conversation with each other. it seemed like they were having a pretty good time, they were laughing and joking together, one might even think they were flirting with each other. Why is she chatting with him? Didn't she see what a jerk he was? didn't she see how he tripped me during practice? he did stuff like that all the time but I was always too ashamed to tell her about it. Then I noticed something else, he reached over the table and casually put his hand on top of hers. I expected her to pull away immediately and say something but she didn't instead she looked down at his hand, looked up at him and blushed she looked almost bashful. he pulled his hand away before anybody noticed or it became unco Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Anonymous 14/06/14(Sat)07:32 No. 21940 ID: 27eddb

>>21929
This

>>21926
This made me feel much better.


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Anonymous 14/06/16(Mon)23:17 No. 21958 ID: 6f2571

>>21926
Yes. All of my yes to this. You have earned all my yes, they are yours.


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Anonymous 14/06/18(Wed)09:41 No. 21961 ID: 2ba399

>>21936




Truth or Dare (TG,m>f,f, mf, lapdance!) TG Wave 14/06/06(Fri)18:28 No. 21908 ID: 9b2d01 [Reply]

It was a cold winter's day in early January when I drove through the heavy snow to my high school friend's house. Being my first trip back home since starting college, I'd spent the earlier part of the break with family celebrating the holidays, but in the week or so until school started up again, I made it a goal to see my friends. They'd all started college as well and it would be our first chance to catch up since we'd all parted ways in late August.

Finally I reached the house, a frosted cape, lights glowing from inside promising warmth in the frigid weather. First however, I prepared for the journey from the driveway, putting on my heavy coat, gloves and hat. Even the walk to the front door would be uncomfortable with the subzero temperatures and heavy snow.

Two other cars were sitting in the driveway, relatively free of snow, signaling that I was the last of my friends to arrive but by a small margin. This visit had a good chance of turning into a sleepover the way the snow was pilling up on the roads. Bundled up I stepped out onto what should have been the front walk, although with 6 inches of new snow it was impossible to tell. Slogging my way up to the front door and hitting the doorbell, I stuck my hands in my pockets, turning my back to the icy breeze. Fortunately, the door opened almost immediately and my best friend welcomed me into the warmth and light of the interior.

My first assumption had been correct, my other friends had recently arrived and their snow-covered gear piled up near the door had only begun to melt. I added boots and gloves to the pile, and then four of us exchanged greetings. Mel, whose parents’ owned the home, gave me a big grin and seemed the happiest to see me. The impression I got was that perhaps he had found the confidence in college that had eluded him so frequently in high school. Perhaps the self-assurance came from the time he’d been putting into the weight room. Muscles were evident in his shoulders and legs that had not always been there.

Charles waved a hand in greeting, his ginger hair and freckles glowing in the well-lighted entryway. His usual distracted nature was on display, his attention focused on something in the living room that I couldn’t see.

Last, Pete came in, his arms wide for a hug, he was always touchy feely in a way that often made us uncomfortable. We would have joked about how he was probably gay, but in high school he had been the only one with a girlfriend, a fact that fizzled such mockery before it could start.

At a gesture from Charles, I walked with Pete’s arm over my shoulder, joining my friends as they sat around the rug in the living room. In the middle of the rug, instead of the old, wooden coffee table was a large black orb nearly a foot tall. The orb itself sat in a dull gray marble base that looked as if it served to prevent the ball from rolling free on t Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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TG+Wave 14/06/06(Fri)18:29 No. 21909 ID: 9b2d01

It was as good a deal as I was likely to get so I took a deep breath and stood, three sets of eyes following me as I took Charlie's hand and brought him over to the couch. He sat, a shit-eating grin on his face, eyes scanning up and down the body that would probably be the most beautiful any of them would ever see. I took a step back and twirled around, putting my back to him; the flaps of my negligee reaching out like a miniature ballroom gown. I had no idea what I was doing but I put my arms in the air, stretching them high over my head, wrists crossed, and began my dance.

It came easier than I ever would have believed. For someone that had perhaps seen a lap dance twice, and with a body that had only been mine for at most 15 minutes, I just moved my hips. A little at first, a figure eight, as my hands fell slowly, I let them caress my silky hair, then moved them down the side of my torso the light fabric of the nightie running between my fingers, tightness beneath. My hands rested on my hips as I let my hips move in ever-larger arcs.

My heart was racing now, partly the dance and partly the strange body I was feeling for the first time. On impulse I bent suddenly at the waist and could feel my hair fly. Planting one hand on the ground I looked back at Charles. His eyes were wide, the mocking gleam gone; I smiled as his eyes met mine.

Pulling myself back up, I turned to face him. Gradually, I became aware of soft music, but I kept my eyes locked on Charles' own and moved with the music. I moved my hands over my body while my hips gyrated. Through my long blonde hair, tumbling down like a waterfall at sunset. Over skin unbelievably soft and supple my fingers wandered, first cupping breasts, then running between thighs as I crouched and rose again, all the while, my eyes on his.

The dance up until this point had been somehow liberating and free, like I was taking this body for a test drive somehow. Taking it for a spin around the neighborhood, I was wonderfully graceful where my old body had been clunky, like riding in a Porsche, knowing you'd have to go back to the old Sedan. Just enjoy the ride, I thought; the idea sending chills though my body, a feeling that felt surprisingly wonderful. My entire body felt flush with excitement, my smile reflecting genuine pleasure as I savored each new sensation, even the small ones, like my slightly different center of gravity or the long hair caressing my ears and neck. When I bit the corner of my mouth, something that had always seemed incredibly sexy to me as a male, I even enjoyed the subsequent shifting of posture that Charles made.

I can admit that feeling my hands roam this body felt intoxicating, but a part of my mind could not forget that this was a LAP dance. Walking over the foot of floor that separated us was terrifying. There was no mistaking his arousal, straining the zipper of his skinny jeans. Between his legs, Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Anonymous 14/06/07(Sat)18:40 No. 21913 ID: fa5b53

I am excited to see where this goes! Keep up the good work!


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Anonymous 14/06/15(Sun)19:50 No. 21950 ID: db8f99

awesome.




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

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


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

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


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

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


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

>>19930

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




The Visitors David Ander 14/06/02(Mon)06:48 No. 21869 ID: 917657 [Reply]

The Following is a long story, and it will take a while to get to the wank-worthy bits.

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Wednesday, June 1, 2016 2:04 PM
All Nippon Airways flight 7609
37,200 feet over the Atlantic Ocean

First Officer Alan Santos had just finished making his final check in with air traffic control in the United States airspace. He sighed to himself. “Four hours down 9 hours to go.” The act of the transatlantic flight had become rather mundane; with the advent of modern technology. Now pilots and copilots merely watched electronic screens adjusted dials and mainly allow the computer to do its work. Manual control only needed to be used in very rare emergency situations, and the occasional difficult takeoff or landing; The pilot’s job now seemed more to be keeping an eye on the computers More than actually flying the plane .
But thoughts like this exist in almost every line of work, and did little to make the time go by faster. It had been awhile since He had last flown with Captain Luke Cameron and he had not had a good time to catch up. He turned to open a conversation just a small light winked on his display. The master caution light shone a menacing a red as a prerecorded voice blared over the internal cockpit speakers. “Terrain, terrain, terrain.” His eyes immediately snapped the window as his hands reached the yoke. His body tensed, prepared to wrench the aircraft away from…what, he wondered. The Atlantic Ocean had no terrain to speak of, it was an ocean.
As he peered out of the windows, the aforementioned ocean appeared exactly where he expected, well below them a sparkling blue-black. Ahead, below and all around the aircraft nothing could be seen to trigger the warning.
“What the hell?” Growled Luke, his southern accent and years of smoking flavoring his voice. Allen spoke up, “Looks like another one for the boys at home to take a look at.” “The damn things only a year old, we shouldn’t be having these problems.” Luke said, easing back into his chair.
Alan silenced the alarm.
He was right of course; modern commercial aircraft were built or more accurately overbuilt for exactly what they really were used for. All Nippon Ariways had been the first to purchase the Dreamliner; arguably the most advanced plane in use commercially. Millions spent on R&D and testing; and another almost un-fathomable amount spent on producing the beast and they still had kinks to work out. Not that they would ever tell the public this. Already people had an unfounded fear of air travel, and took even the simplest of bumps, errors or problems sent the community at large into a tizzy.
People drove on bald tires, with error lights, and other little problems in their cars all the time. Some even got into accidents, but rarely did you see the kind of fervor the airline industry saw after MH370, the 777 lost in 2014. Hell, there were even loons talking about TWA 800 Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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The Visitors David+Ander 14/06/02(Mon)06:50 No. 21871 ID: 917657

Also worth note is that I'd like to hear review/critique.

Much Obliged.


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Anonymous 14/06/02(Mon)13:29 No. 21873 ID: f5b1c2

Needs more linebreaks.


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Anonymous 14/06/04(Wed)06:23 No. 21880 ID: fac323

Some tags would really helpful. Don't often read stories unless I know what I'm getting into.




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

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

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Part 1

“Come on, Sis! Hurry up!”

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

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

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

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

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


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

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


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

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




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

Written by: Zixtank (not me!)

Chapter 1: Locked up is fucked up…

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 5: Final Farewell


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

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

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

Bump. This is too good to let die.




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

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

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


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


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

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


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

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

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

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

"A...mother?"

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

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

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

A great shout welcomed my arrival, and it did not take long for me to learn that, for some strange reason, this celebration was being had for me. In the midst of t Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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

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

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

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

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

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

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




A Quiet Evening At Home (Mf+ ped inc beast extreme) Nicholas+Fellheimer 10/08/17(Tue)08:32 No. 9392 ID: 7b23cd [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]

A Quiet Evening at Home
- by Nicholas Fellheimer
(with thanks to PuppyLoverDawn!)

As I waited for the dog's thick cock to unknot from my ass and slowly came down from another orgasm, I opened my eyes and stared across the kitchen floor: in the living room, someone was fucking my youngest daughter on the couch, but I couldn't quite make out who it was. Sliding my face across the slick of spit and cum on the linoleum, I tried to get a better look, but the little whore kept thrashing around. Didn't look like her father, at least not from this angle. Probably one of Jeremy's friends.

Now I started wondering where my husband might have gotten off to. And was our back porch light on? He's probably out there selling tickets to the neighbors. I turned, and a rain of piss spattered across my face. Another of Jeremy's friends - in the study, my middle daughter was putting on some sort of slit-licking show with a young lady I had not yet been introduced to, much to the delight of the boys.

A second stream hit my face, followed by a third. The bathroom was apparently occupied, so someone had announced that the kitchen floor was now the place to piss. A dripping dick was wiped dry in my hair, then slipped into my mouth.

Goodness.

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Maybe I should start from the beginning.
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Nicholas+Fellheimer 14/03/29(Sat)12:58 No. 21451 ID: 923b50

>>21448
:)

Can do!


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Anonymous 14/03/31(Mon)02:11 No. 21458 ID: 7c1cf6

>>21451

Hooray!


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Nicholas+Fellheimer 14/04/29(Tue)09:36 No. 21648 ID: 923b50

New art, based on my writing!

http://www.hentai-foundry.com/pictures/user/Sparrow/270037/Public-Loli-Dogpile




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

Boy-toy

Chapter 1

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


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

Please look up how to use linebreaks.


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

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


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

Ignore the critics




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