-  [WT]  [PS]  [Home] [Manage]

  1.   (new thread)
  2. [ No File]
  3. (for post and file deletion)
/elit/ - Erotic Literature
  • Supported file types are:
  • Maximum file size allowed is 5120 KB.
  • Images greater than 200x200 pixels will be thumbnailed.
  • Currently 3570 unique user posts. View catalog

  • Blotter updated: 2011-01-12 Show/Hide Show All

There's a new /777/ up, it's /selfhelp/ - You're Pathetic, We're Pathetic, We Can Do This! Check it out. Suggest new /777/s here.

Movies & TV 24/7 via Channel7: Web Player, .m3u file. Music via Radio7: Web Player, .m3u file.

WebM is now available sitewide! Please check this thread for more info.

Envy. (futa, oral, creampie, impreg, anal, gangbang, solo) Kuro 15/02/12(Thu)22:00 No. 23267 ID: d1a69f [Reply]

As the door shut, I realized it isn’t just being a housewife that is so unsatisfying. It iss the loneliness. My name is Evelyn I am a living cliché: the lonely housewife.

It isn’t such a bad thing when my spouses are in from work and the three children home from school. The empty feeling only comes once the kids close the door on the way to bus stop. Sometimes I walk with them, but they complain, saying it is embarrassing. My husband, Martel, says I need to give them space to grow and become independent. But he isn’t lonely; he fills his days with work then comes home and takes the lion’s share of the twin’s attention and affection.

The youngest daughter, Giselle is different from the twins though, like night and day they are. Whereas Lena and Leon, are both skinny bright-eyed and happy-go-lucky, Giselle bears little resemblance to either of them, she is a plump and broody sort, frequently excluded by her older siblings, if not for her age then for her personality. Thereza, my wife, says her mother was the same way.

And it made sense: Giselle resembled her maternal grandmother so much in appearance, why not in disposition as well?

But recalling Giselle’s parentage is a sore point I take pains to avoid, because it reminds me of my failures. Naturally Martel and Thereza are too considerate to ever so much as insinuate that, but I can feel it. The void left unfilled, the dreams deferred, a burning sense of inadequacy that gnaws at my soul and brings the loneliness crushing down upon me. If I don’t check these harmful emotions, they’ll take root and lead to darker places.

They’ve led there before.


Once we were married, I’d immediately dumped my birth control and announced my intention to get pregnant as soon as possible. Martel and Thereza were both ambivalent, not really being comfortable as much with each other as they were with me. But they both loved me more than anything, letting me lead the charge, so the last few nights of our honeymoon were spent “making a sandwich.” Thereza on the bottom, taking advantage of her flexible gymnastics-honed body with her ankles up by her ears as I fucked her like a rabbit in heat, Martel pressed against my back, pounding my fertile pussy like a madman from behind. I remember the feeling of his huge hands yanking my hair back as he drained his nuts inside me, with Thereza kneading and massaging my big floppy breasts at the same time and both of my new spouses whispering sweet nothings and nasty fantasies as we lay exhausted in bed together.
Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

Uncommon Knowledge Editor!78cy1vRbBI 15/02/05(Thu)21:13 No. 23216 ID: a899a7 [Reply]


I did not write this story—diary, journal, whatever—and I do not know who did. I have, however, edited it extensively. A computer geek friend of mine passed it on to me, over a period of several months, in disconnected segments and with many missing parts. Apparently he got it off a computer left at the curb after a garage sale, after it had been through several other garage sales, I understand. The hard drive had been erased and partially overwritten, but he was able to retrieve many of the original files, including parts of this one. I’ve been trying to assemble them in logical order and fill in the missing pieces as best I can. My friend says there is more in the file, and he is still working on it. He says that so far, the only identifying information he’s found is of two subsequent owners, not the original one.

This is not copypasta; I have Googled it to death, and I find nothing else matching any parts of it. If anyone does locate the original elsewhere on the Internet, please let me know so I can credit the author. I have wanted to share it somewhere, but I found the subject matter to be too hot for most web sites, until I discovered this one. I hope it will be received in the spirit it was written and shared.

I have no idea if this story is true or not; I’ll let /elit/ be the judge. Personally, I’d like to think it is, just to know that there is such happiness as these young people have apparently found somewhere in the world. I took the liberty of applying the title myself, and I use “knowledge” in the biblical sense. For those who want these things up front, it involves:

Tweens, teens, twincest and intersex.

MS Word 2002 file:

Title: Journal
Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

24 posts omitted. Click Reply to view.
Anonymous 15/02/08(Sun)01:44 No. 23251 ID: 07da93


I don't believe that a friend of yours happened to find a journal from a 12 year old that uses just as many incorrect semicolons as you do.

Editor!78cy1vRbBI 15/02/08(Sun)09:27 No. 23254 ID: a899a7

Did I mention that I edited the text? Forgive me if I inserted an inappropriate semicolon or two.

Anonymous 15/02/09(Mon)21:53 No. 23256 ID: 2f049a

I don't give a shit if it is real or not. I'm enjoying the story. Keep going!

The Fenix Apsallar 14/09/06(Sat)22:19 No. 22392 ID: 8a2109 [Reply]

--This is a science fiction story. It has slavery, submission, domination, punishments, mind games and other perverted stuff for your enjoyment.--

Let me tell you how I ended up on the pirate ship Fenix. I was a graduate in mechanics. My first posting was supposed to be on a deep space mining facility in a backwater system of the federation. It was not going to be fun that was for certain, but without practical experience I could not dream about working on a real ship, even a merchant one. Not with my barely passable grades. I had always been interested in mechanics, taking after my father. I am good in practice but terrible in theory. That’s why I went to a crappy university and barely graduated. The mining station would be a low paying, long hour’s job. I definitely was depressed to start that part of my life. My journey out there was trough the Tach-SW star system. Part of the 5th colonization wave, it was a poor dump, hundreds of jumps from any civilized core world. Planet Otake boasted only one space station functioning both as a passenger and trade terminal. My last trek would be completed from here by a cargo ship doubling as a passenger. The worst part was, I was going to an even poorer system.

Everything on this station looked old, ancient. Patched together by countless maintenance jobs. It was obvious there was no money for new systems. I was fascinated by the air purifiers, recognizing models long out of production but still humming in this antique station. One year in the mining facility and I could apply for a job in such a place. The biggest perk being near a planet where I could take a vacation. Even if it is such a dust ball as the grey uninvitingly looking planet of Otake. Waiting for my ride I mused that with a salary of a space station engineer I could afford to visit the local entertainment. Brothels as cheap as the drinks and the food. The security people started moving so I guessed that it was time for the gate to open. There were about five hundred travelers taking this ship. No wonder there was no dedicated passenger ship on this run with so few candidates to travel onwards. I had truly arrived at the edge of the federation. At least I was almost there.

I passed the time while going through the security checks in daydreaming about my new job. About having a really big breasted supervisor. She would be showing me around, inpatient with me, shoving those fun bags at my chest angrily. She would have sweat drops going down her neck towards…. A big clank noise signified the decoupling of the ship from the station docking clamps. Green ticket holders like me were led by a hobo looking crewmember towards out loggings. They turned out to be a single room with twenty beds, depressing. Apparently my company can’t afford single accommodations. I would need to complain to my imaginary big breasted manager. It would be tree days until we approached jump space. I decided t Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

25 posts omitted. Click Reply to view.
The Fenix Apsallar 14/12/21(Sun)01:41 No. 22999 ID: 8a2109

I walked down the service corridor with my young girl behind me on a leash. I had to bend so as not to hit my head. We were going to service junction G-23. It was near the engines of the ship where the second stage compressors delivered their energy. I loved the white noise so near the propulsion system. So relaxing, it drives most thoughts from one’s head.
Since the compressors in an emergency situation could overload and breach, the junction was on the outer side of the ship. It had a large glass designed to explode outwards and relase the plasma into space during an emergency. We reached the junction and I closed the heavy security door behind us and went to check on the other two leading to this room. Once all secured, on the comp terminal I overrode the access permissions. Until I decided no one would be able to come inside. Not that anyone probably came here anyway.
I dropped my backpack and took out the double blanket from it. I took the inflatable fender and started pumping it full of air. My pup was listening to the strange noises, blindfolded, I was leaving to her imagination to picture what was happening around her. I left the pump to fill the fender and just sat behind my youngling to admire the view. She was standing in front of the glass, her small silhouette in front of the amazing vista outside. We were very near the star of this system. Our Captain took us so close since the nuclear fusion which powered the star released flares making active sensor tracking very difficult around it. I cheeked independently that the filters were adequately breaking the sun’s light and then resumed admiring the stunning body in front of me. Not the interstellar one, the young human one.

She stood nervous in her shorts and tight top I had provided for her this morning. She was holding her hands nervously in front of her, rubbing them. I had not tied her, just blindfolded. Her legs were silk smooth. I loved her skin. So soft and young, just perfect. I started caressing her as she trembled under my touch. We had been intimate now for some time and she knew the drill. The new place and her being blindfolded made her more fearful than usual.

I took down her shorts and admired her white panties. The soft fabric going in her slit, her soft skin, her small hips. I wanted to burry my face between her legs but resisted the urge. The sun’s light made her skin shine and glisten.

I slid her panties slowly. She was still holding her hands, squeezing them nervously, her head bent towards the floor. I kissed her legs, her tummy, I removed her top. Her still growing breasts had goose bumps on them. There she was naked in all her glory. I was the luckiest bustard alive. I stood back just watching her naked confused body against the sun. I reduced the incoming light further so the plasma filaments suspended by the stars polarity could be better distinguished. She and the star behind her were heavenly. Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

Anonymous 14/12/21(Sun)10:27 No. 23002 ID: 36e3b1

Excellent as usual!

Anonymous 15/02/05(Thu)02:34 No. 23213 ID: 2b9284

Superb, keep it coming sir

Hall monitor (mind control, f/m, maybe f/f, fair amount of story) Paz 15/01/19(Mon)03:39 No. 23136 ID: ebd7e7 [Reply]

School let out for the day, and ready to meet the unruly throngs of St. Mary's Private Catholic Academy was Meagan Scuderi. The cost of enrollment here attracted a certain kind of student: the entitled and jaded, those raised amid decadence and conservative tradition. The combination of those things and the religious affiliation of the school tended to bring out the worst in those who went here.

Despite these factors, Meagan felt herself an unspoiled beacon of hope here. She was in key club and varsity choir. She helped out at pep rallys and worked in the front office whenever she wasn't in class. The adults seemed to like her, or at least liked handing her responsibilities, and that meant that her peers found her obnoxious at best.

She didn't let herself dwell on the fact that no guy had come anywhere near her since the 6th grade. The reason wasn't that she didn't take care of herself. Meagan prided herself on both her sense of fashion and on the strides she'd made in crossfit. In fact, the person she spoke to the most often was the personal trainer at the gym her dad had agreed to pay for last summer. Finding herself growing more distant from all of her peers, she could count on one hand the number of classmates she even talked to regularly.

Distracted by a couple of freshmen boys shoving into an 8th grader, she nearly missed the cloud of smoke that came fromt he far end of the hall she was supposed to be watching.

Meagan shouted, "Hey, I see you. Stop that!", and was shocked when Darren Appleby looked back over his shoulder and took a drag from his cigarette. Two of the cheer girls shoved past her on their way to the buses downstairs, nearly knocking her over, and Darren moved quickly down the hall toward the parking lot.

She had lost sight of him but ran down the hall after him, knowing where he was probably going. The bad kids always went behind the building to smoke until Phillip Horning's sister showed up to pick them up. She rounded the corner and as the general chatter fell away behind her, she shoved her way through the door into the stairwell and shouted in surprise as the door rebounded immediately, knocking her sideways into the handrail.

Meagan only barely caught herself before running face-first into it. Laughter immediately ensued and she whirled around to see Darren, Phillip and Ben Goodwin cracking up at her expense.

"I'm writing all three of you up!" she shouted, fuming mad that, even in private school, there were these types that loved to try and get the best of those who always tried so hard.
Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

6 posts omitted. Click Reply to view.
Paz 15/01/30(Fri)19:23 No. 23172 ID: ebd7e7

Growing bored, Meagan walked around her old neighborhood and looked at the houses there as though she was visiting from the distant future. Could this have all grown so alien in only a couple of weeks? The time had flown for her, but here time seemed to stand still.

She remembered her conversation with her father about how she'd been making progress at the gym and that made her think about how much she missed it. She missed Antonio too, and smiled when she thought about how he was different from the "trainer" in the porn yesterday. Antonio was a pleasant baked bronze color from working out in the sun instead of a neon orange from frying in a tanning bed. Instead of only having glamour muscles built up, he had functional strength and when she thought about his thighs the time he squatted three plates during a demonstration she found herself chewing her lip.

Maybe there was time to squeeze in a late night workout afterall. They weren't closed for another 25 minutes and she could probably talk them into staying open a little longer for her. She hoped Antonio was there still, because she didn't have his cell phone number. She could just call the help desk though.

She dialed the main number for her gym and a woman answered in French-accented English, "Atlas Fitness, this is Bethany, how may I help you?"

"Hi, Bethany, this is Meagan Scuderi. I was wondering if Antonio was in this evening" she asked, hoping that he was.

"No, I'm sorry, Meagan. He usually goes home around 6. Would you like for me to take a message for him?"
She hesitated, "Um, could you tell me his number? I need to tell him something directly."

There was a longer pause, "Why?" Bethany asked flatly.

Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

Anonymous 15/02/02(Mon)15:50 No. 23195 ID: 4c2b43

Still good

Paz 15/02/05(Thu)01:42 No. 23212 ID: ebd7e7

As Bethany laid down onto her back, Antonio knelt at her feet and began bending one of her legs back toward her chest. The growing bulge in his gym shorts strained toward her and Meagan began to play with her nipples again. The more she teased them, the more she wished she had decided to play Bethany's part.

He bent both of her legs back at the same time, resting his hips against her ass as he folded her in half. Bethany reached down to where he rested against her and pulled his shorts down over his ass and legs. His tan cock landed against her black tights where her thighs met, and she parted them slightly before squeezing his cock between them.

Meagan had liked the porn, but despite feeling conflicted about it not being her, was enjoying this even more. She massaged her mound through her sheer compression shorts and was lost in touching herself as she watched her trainer grind against the taller, dark haired woman.

"I thought you were helping me to stretch?" Bethany asked him.

"But now I want you" he answered with his eyes closed, still pushing into her through her tights.

"So? Go take care of yourself then. You can't just have me any time you want" Bethany scoffed, sliding back away from him.

Meagan was jarred back to reality as the two apparently got into an argument on their own.

"You do this to me so often. Tell me to meet you here and then tell me to leave."
Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

sister fucking (ff,fdom,inc,loli) wut 12/07/16(Mon)12:49 No. 16643 ID: aecf9f [Reply]

A repost, since I'm thinking about getting back into writing.


I always knew my sister was different, but when I was 16, I found out just how crazy she really was. When I was a little girl her age, I was interested in dolls, horses and my favorite television shows. If I had any thoughts of sex at all, it was only a strange, distant yearning when I saw cute boys - I definitely didn't know what it meant. As a teenager, halfway through high school, I thought I had a pretty good grasp on sex and what it was all about, but it turned out I was wrong about that as well.

When I say she was different, I don't mean she looked weird, or was super smart or had telepathic powers or something - I just mean she always seemed more wordly, more aware than she should have been for her age. She didn't excel at school; in that respect she was just normal, but she always seemed to understand what grownups were talking about, at least when it came to relationships.

She was a master manipulator, and I think tapping into people's feelings and their desires or secrets was something that just came naturally to her. I remember when I was 12 and she was 6, we wanted to go to the water park so badly, but our dad wasn't having any of it. I had already tried every trick in the book from crying to begging. Then Sammie started asking these seemingly innocent questions and making just off-the-wall remarks about his work and our mom. At the time it didn't make any sense to me, but now that I think about it, and now that I know how she operates, I see that she somehow keyed in on what was bothering him: his work and the shit our mom was giving him for not making enough money. Those are some pretty esoteric concepts for a six year old, but she just sort of felt her way to them and used words and terms she'd picked up from our parents' fights, which she probably didn't even understand on a literal basis. To me it looked like my dad just got annoyed with her enough that he took us simply to shut her up, but now I think she made him so uncomfortable without him knowing why it was happening that he gave in - but put up a gruff front like it was for some other reason. Anyway, needless to say, Sammie got her way - a lot.

As for me, even in middle school I started getting attention from the boys, and I was actually excited about going to high school and expanding the selection of cute guys I could choose from. I was always into soccer and cheer, and I guess you could say I was part of the "popular crowd". Unlike some of the dumb girls on my teams, I still got good marks though, and I never gave up my virginity, no matter how much I wanted to. Knowing what I did about Sammie, it doesn't surprise me that she could tell I was oversexed and wasn't getting the kind of relief I so badly wanted. What was surprising, is t Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

24 posts omitted. Click Reply to view.
Anonymous 14/11/11(Tue)21:17 No. 22780 ID: b9a090

I just saw this bumped, and it is the best thing I have ever read. if op could keep posting some sex scenes thqt would be fantabulous

【Treecko】 !mcEVilkunM 15/02/01(Sun)07:46 No. 23185 ID: a76b67

i am very sorry OP. I had a copy of the original post. It is lost but i will do my best to find it.

【Treecko】+!mcEVilkunM 15/02/01(Sun)07:53 No. 23186 ID: a76b67

I bring good News. I have located my copy of the original post.

OP if you would like i can post your original form of section 3.

Discovery Anonymous 15/01/29(Thu)15:31 No. 23168 ID: b00e3d [Reply]

This is partially inspired by "Roommates." Feedback is always welcome.

You rub your tired eyes. Your fingers push and yield a few small tears to clear some of the sleepless grit away. You have school tomorrow. At least my homework is done, you think, at least there's no last minute rush to finish. The silent red numbers burn into your retina. 4:30am is ever so unpleasent to your senses and you shift yourself away from the depressing blue glare of your monitor. You make your way slowly to bed and collapse heavily into the somewhat dingy, yet welcoming sheets. As your eyes close you think, maybe I should have brushed my teeth...

"Anna. Anna!" You jerk awake to the persistent call of your mother. Step-mother. Whatever. Your eyes open to the streams of brilliant spring sun peaking through the blinds. As you lift yourself upright and sit you see your clock reads 6:45am. The pulsing semi-colon matches your slow heartbeat as seconds tick slowly by.

"Anna! You need to get up! Your father is leaving in 20 minutes and you need to go with him. I can't take you to school today." Step-mother pushes open the already ajar door and peers in at you from behind a basket of laundry. "You need a real bed, baby girl, you look exhausted." You nod slightly and attempt to blink away the glowing sunlight.

"Mom," you hear yourself say, "I need to take my driver's test sometime this week."

"Okay, honey, just let me know when you can and your dad or I will take you." Step-mother's receding voice ventures away toward undone chores. You stand to follow. "Just get ready right now, Anna, you have to go."

Shoot. It's almost seven. You look down at yourself. Cami, panties. Not enough for school. You look across your room for some scraps of clothing that might be wearable. Jeans, there by the dresser. Good. Bra hanging from the closet door-knob, check. You slip off your cami and stretch as you pull the garment past your head.

Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

Anonymous 15/01/30(Fri)13:14 No. 23170 ID: f5b1c2

I don't see how depressing grimderp and rape have anything do with Roommates.

Anonymous 15/01/31(Sat)19:09 No. 23177 ID: 036a9b

Is she going to call the police? She better call the police. At the very least she had better tell a teacher. Shoving a girl's face into alley grit is high levels of uncool.

Summer With the Family Anonymous 14/05/12(Mon)11:08 No. 21732 ID: b748ed [Reply]

This is intended to be the first part (or a planned but not set five.) This contains a male-female, consensual sex between first cousins.

Part 1

I spent most of my high school summer’s at my aunt’s. Aunt April lived in the up north with her daughter, my cousin Melanie. We were more or less the same age. I think our moms were pregnant with us at the same time. But while my mom still worked as the day manager at a Hooter’s, Mel’s was now a prosecuting attorney. So, a week after school was done I packed clothes and toothbrush and waited excitedly for the my aunt to arrive to drive us upstate.

“Hey!” Mel rushed out of to greet us when we rolled into the garage. I beamed and she threw her arms around me in a hug, “Missed you!”

I hugged her, maybe a little awkwardly. Mel’s hug pressed her breasts into me and her hair smelled like floral shampoo. She was wearing a long tee shirt and flip flops, her long cream legs stretching out from the shirt, knee rubbing against my crotch. Maybe a lot awkwardly. I reminded myself, forcefully, that she was my cousin.

“I’ll take you bags in, did you want to go for a swim?” my aunt said, and Mel immediately chimed in to second.

That was when it hit me. “I -- I forgot my trunks.”

“I’ll find you something!” Mel offered, grabbed my hand and pulled me away by the wrist.
Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

11 posts omitted. Click Reply to view.
Anonymous 14/10/01(Wed)01:22 No. 22514 ID: 56dcd9

Please continue this story. Regardless of how fast it is I enjoy it.

Chalc 14/10/02(Thu)18:31 No. 22517 ID: cb7628

Glad to see you're back OP. Looking forward to what the summer has in store for us.

Anonymous 15/01/29(Thu)04:18 No. 23167 ID: ebe995

I think we'd all really appreciate knowing if you plan to continue this. It's a nice start; it would be a shame not to finish

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.

"No Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

10 posts omitted. Click Reply to view.
Anonymous 14/09/18(Thu)15:52 No. 22457 ID: b07e95


Anonymous 15/01/15(Thu)03:15 No. 23112 ID: 5099d7

Man, OP back again. It's been so hard to find time to finish the story. I've been plugging away at it for months. Here's the next installment...

CHRISTY, part 2

While I sucked on her quickly hardening nipples, I slid her pants off. As soon as they were off, one of my hands went straight to her panties. I rubbed Christy’s pussy from outside her panties, at the same time I kept kissing her breasts. Her skin was so smooth it was driving me wild; I could feel my cock throbbing inside my jeans as months of lust was coming towards satisfaction. I could feel Christy’s panties getting damper, so I stopped briefly to pull off my pants. As she lay back on the sofa, I saw her eyes work down my body and stop at my groin – my cock was bulging against my boxers, and she stared at it for a while. I climbed back on to the sofa and on top of her, then removed her panties. She was now naked beneath me and as I resumed kissing her, I cupped one of her boobs with my left hand and slipped my right one down to her pussy. Her damp cunt got me riled up and my hand slipped between her lips and on to her clitoris. As I massaged both that and her breast, Christy pushed her groin back against my hand as her body started writhing slightly with the pressure. As this happened Christy started rubbing my cock through my boxers.

Just as with her foster-daughter, I wanted to taste this beautiful woman’s pussy, so before she could start tugging me off, I worked my way down her curvy body with my mouth, sucking her tits on the way before softly kissing the smooth, soft skin of her torso before arriving at a clean shaven cunt. I could smell her flowing juices, luring me in with that aroma, her pussy lips slightly parted and my tongue flicked out to her clit. Using my tongue, I spread her labia completely apart, allowing my tongue access to her mound. At first, I licked her slowly, applying gentle pressure as my tongue worked up and down her clit; the soft moans coming from above my head told me that Christy was enjoying this. This got me even hornier and encouraged my tongue to start flicking at her mound quicker. As my tongue flitted around her clit I introduced my fingers, slowly massaging her labia while working them further open, before slipping one of my fingers inside her moist slit. I worked my tongue faster as I pushed my finger in and out of her pussy, which elicited a very positive reaction; her body began gyrating and moans of pleasure were escaping her mouth.

Christy’s body started gyrating and shuddering more and more, but before she could come, she tapped me on my head and told me to stop. I looked up at her from between her legs. “Come upstairs, Dave, let’s get more comfortable.” I stood up and she took my hand, leading me upstairs to her bedroom. I watched her naked, curvy ass sway from side to side as she walked up the stairs ahead of me; I couldn’t take my eyes off it. When we got t Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

Anonymous 15/01/25(Sun)23:22 No. 23156 ID: 5099d7

More OP. I got so hard reading the Jenny section. Held off as long as I could but picturing Christy made me cum buckets.

Gullible - A Phil Phantom Tribute (M/g, inc, prost, implied: best, reluc, AnonyMPC 15/01/14(Wed)05:35 No. 23104 ID: a609fb [Reply]

Yes, it's another one of THESE again. Just something I did on the side while working on other stuff. Usual disclaimers apply, this isn't meant to be deep or especially good, it's just a quick raunchy idea.

Gullible - A Phil Phantom Tribute by AnonyMPC (M/g, inc, prost, implied: best, reluc, cuck)

You ever heard that old joke, about the girl who climbs trees? Every day she comes home with money and her mother gets curious, and the girl proudly tells her mom that the boys always bet her a dollar that she can't climb a certain tree, and she always proves them wrong. Her more world-savvy mother fills her in on the little secret... the boys don't really care if she can climb the tree, they just want to look up her dress and see her panties.

The girl's shocked, and the mother thinks that's the end of it, until the next day when she shows up with a fistful of bills again, and the mom asks about it, and the girl proudly talks about the boys betting she couldn't climb the tree. "Oh, dear, don't you remember what I told you yesterday? They just want to see your underwear!"

"I know, Mom, but that's why I fooled them... this time, I didn't wear any!"

That joke was around when I was a kid, and probably when my parents were kids, too. So the joke couldn't really be about my little Katie... but it might as well have been, because that's just the kind of girl she's always been... unaware about the underlying sexual motivations of people, and just plain gullible as all get out.

Now, I admit I had fun taking advantage of this when she was young and innocent, by tricking her into believing things. Innocent things, of course, but silly. I guess every parent enjoys that a bit, after all, we have things like Santa Claus and the Tooth Fairy and the Easter Bunny. I used to have loads of laughs telling Katie, say, there was a Bigfoot living in the woods outside of town, and watching her stare out the window every time we drove past, trying to see him. Or that we bought her at WalMart (I photoshopped a receipt and everything), or that if she swam in the creek nude she might turn into a mermaid, or any number of other stories that crossed my mind. I once drew an X in a sandpit and then 'found' it with her, and told her it meant pirates buried treasure there. Little Katie dug for a whole afternoon! I even tried that really old one about gullible not being in the dictionary... little Katie fell for it for the minute or two it took to look up. She was trusting, not completely dumb... she'd usually figure it out she was tricked, but far too late, long after she'd made a fool of herself, and if I was the one who tricked her, sometimes she would come up to me with an adorable pout and inform me that it wasn't really true, like she now knew it was bull, but she still wa Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

14 posts omitted. Click Reply to view.
Anonymous 15/01/18(Sun)06:02 No. 23130 ID: f5b1c2

That's some nice reasoning you got there.

Anonymous 15/01/19(Mon)01:42 No. 23134 ID: 363709


If he didn't want such a harsh response then maybe he shouldn't have followed somebody into a thread that's not even about him to whine about a post not even directed to him?

Besides if I never read another boring, generic story by that faggot it will be too soon anyway. Despite that I have only entered his threads once to give him some criticism on his stories. When it became clear that he is actively hostile to the idea that they could use some improvement, I left his threads and haven't been back. So as far as I'm concerned he brought my response on himself by coming to find me.

Anonymous 15/01/19(Mon)02:27 No. 23135 ID: 7d5e1e

>Every time a writing forum reaches a certain level of unpleasantness, people stop posting. I like the stories here, so I'd prefer that didn't happen.

Explain why /elit/ didn't die years ago then. This place has always been "unpleasant" to people like you.

Embarrassment of Riches KuroX 15/01/14(Wed)22:35 No. 23109 ID: 8dce1c [Reply]

Since people seemed to like my last story a bit, I decided to put this up as well for more exposure. Comments, criticisms, questions welcome, I thrive off feedback. I don't know if it matches the board's prefered kinks or not, but here goes nothing.

An Embarrassment of Riches
(futa, solo, masturbation, toys)

I like Saturday mornings.

Not because of any great affinity for being yanked from my slumber by wildlife singing or the sight of the rising sun burning off the previous night’s fog. The enjoyment is more prosaic, a pure bout of escapism from my shitty one bedroom apartment with its exposed pipes along the wall, my shitty dead-end job with its shitty bosses (plural), and my shitty personal life without any closeness or intimacy in the foreseeable future. It’s the moment when even I, “Crazy Daisy”, can get some measure of enjoyment out of my twisted freak show of a body and I am going to savor every second.

I take hold and whip the covers off from the bed, letting them settle on the floor, to be dealt with later. I fully open my eyes as I roll onto my back, grasping my t-shirt and pulling it up, staring at the yellowing plaster and broken fan on my ceiling as it goes. Hmm, that image won’t do, not at all sexy, so I close my eyes as I let my hands wander. My breasts never amounted to anything at all, barely enough there to miss qualifying as flat-chested, but my nipples were something special: plump and long and sensitive, they stuck out like the barrels of a pirate ship’s cannons and sent jolts of pleasure through my body that electrified me to the core. So they are the natural starting point, my fingers flicking them lightly, taking their time before massaging what little in the way of tits I can claim, then heading down my chest at a deliberate pace to my belly button, circling it lazily with one finger.

Goosebumps rising across my almost translucent skin, following my tentative touch, I close my eyes tighter and try to think of today’s fantasy… mmm a guy, bashful and submissive, a virgin? No. Not that, not today. Aggressive, mean even, with experience under his belt, that’s what he’ll be. What does he look like? He’s tall for starters, absurdly tall, like six foot seven and built like a linebacker – all muscle, but not too over the top. Muscular, tall, dominant, what else? Let’s take it up a notch further, make him black as well, and not the mainstream cream-in-your-coffee black, but the kind of deep, rich ebony that bleeds into being violet when he’s hit by the right light. He’s strolling through my door in mind’s eye, the small details filing in: shape of his eyes and lips, a half snarl, half smile expression on his face, hairless nude body with a long scar from his left pectoral down to his eight pack abs, his massive hands with scarred up knuckles, and his package – dark like German chocolate, the head a be Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

Delete post []
Report post