Rob sat quietly in his seat and could not believe that he was really flying to US. He had dreamt of this moment ever since he could form a thought and now a young handsome eighteen year old boy from Eastern Europe was sitting in a seat over the Atlantic ocean, already 2 hours into the flight, resting his head on his hand, shivering from excitement and anticipation. He came from a poor family who could not afford sending him out to a university, nor cover such expenses as flying to the states and renting a place. But thanks to his hard labor, those sleepless nights and a promise he had made to himself, to not allow his poor financial position undermine his ambitions, the kid somehow managed to achieve the seemingly impossible.

He had been chosen, due to his remarkable ability to take on almost any subject and pass it with top grades. He was no genius, he did not score abnormally high on IQ tests, nor was he very eloquent. He just believed that he had no choice, either do it right or don't do it at all. This earned him a position in an exchange program that a local student union held every two years or so. The flight was already paid for, he would be accepted to a given university for a year, free of charge, and he would spend his days living with a volunteering family. Taking these aspects into account, Rob was still dazzled by how lucky he was. Two days before he would have called you a fool if you told him that he'd be flying to the said dream land. And on top of that -- he would be living in Los Angeles!

'Would you like anything, sir?'

A soft, calming feminine voice reached his ears and he instinctively turned towards her. A stewardess was standing right beside him wearing a tight uniform painted in deep blue and yellow. She bent over a little bit allowing a hint of her cleavage to be seen. She looked straight at him, while his eyes couldn't help but wonder. Her breasts, pushed together by that tight dress, slightly moved down as she let the hot air from her lunges leave her body, and up as she inhaled. Truly a delight to watch.

'Maybe a bottle of water?'

Rob realized that he was staring for far too long and quickly looked at her only to meet her eyes and that confident smile she had.

'No thank you, I'm fine.'

She nodded and straightened her back, her breasts pushing forward, pulling the fragile material that was covering them. Oh how delicious they looked. As she moved, they bounced ever so slightly and jiggled as the plane shook. Rob watched her walk along the isle, moving her beautifully round ass and those scrumptious hips. A mountain had grown between his legs, the head of his dick pressed by his jeans - it really was an uncomfortable position. He let out a sigh and looked through the window pass the man sleeping on his right. It was still bright outside, the wing of the plane shivered and Rob agai Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

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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Disclaimer: All events in this story are fictitious and not based on real events

"Hey, Jane!" Kate came over to talk to her friend, who looked a bit depressed. "What's up?" They were both 13. Kate was a blonde, while her friend, Jane, was a brunette. Their bodies were still developing, but their faces were cute and innocent.

"Did you hear what happened today? Bree started going out with Tim!" This perked up Jane's attention. "No way! I...I just asked him out at lunch today, but he said he was really busy and didn't have time for a relationship..." Jane sniffled. "Am I that ugly?" Kate consoled her, "Jane, don't worry about them. You're really pretty! Bree is just a big slut. She's already had 3 boyfriends in 2 months!" "You're just saying that to make me feel better..." Jane replied. Kate continued, "I know you were building up the courage to ask him out for weeks. But trust me, if he would go out with Bree, he's not worth it!"

They both walked home together, the mood a little morose with Jane's sullen mood. They were about to cross a crosswalk when Kate said, "Hey, what's that thing?" and pointed at a bush. Something stuck out from under a bush. Kate and Jane walked over. "Whoa, what is this thing?" It was a book, with a black cover, and a circle on it with strange runes.

"What the heck is that?" Jane asked. Kate tried to open the book, but it wouldn't open. "Hmm...Jane, can you come over to my house? Lets find out what is this thing." Jane thought about it. "All right, I'm not doing anything today anyway." Kate put the book in her schoolbag and they both walked to her house.

Kate's mom opened the door. "Hi, Jane! I wasn't expecting you today." She had a desirable body, with 34C breasts, slender, smooth legs, and a round, perfect ass. Kate told her mom, "Oh, we're just going to do some homework together." The girls walked up to Kate's room. Jane tripped on the way up. "Are you okay?" Jane nodded, however, when she tripped, her panties moved into an uncomfortable position. She ignored the discomfort.

"Okay, let's figure out what this thing is." She took the strange book out of her bag and set it on the floor. Jane suggested, "Why don't I pull one side, and you pull the other?" Kate nodded. They both pulled as hard as they could, but the book did not open. "Hold on, I'm going to use the bathroom." Kate left, leaving Jane alone.

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Working Where The Loving Happens

con, noncon, M/g, M/F (no direct sex in first few chapters)

Author's Note: I frequent this site and thought I would give it a try. I shall write it a chapter or chunk at a time

Chapter 1: That day

Working in a mental rehabilitation center is very stressful but I love what I do. As a 23 year old case manager, I was in charge of collecting and analyzing data on the client based on programs that the client ran throughout their stay at Valley Rehab. My client's name is Lilly. She is a 16 year old young lady diagnosed with severe bipolar disorder, ODD (oppositional defiant disorder) and OCD . She was about 5'7' ( an inch shorter than me), skinny but not sickly, dark brown pixie cut, big brown eyes, and fair skin. Her favorite things to do were to repeat others, especially curse words, color, dance, watch movies on a personal DVD player, and horde paper items. This would most often be in the form of tearing tags off shirts/shoes or ripping pages out of books. She also did not speak too often and when she did she was soft spoken, unless she was having one of her tantrums. These tantrums included screaming, crying, aggression towards trainers and herself, and property destruction. Many clients were actually quite aggressive and had to either be restrained at times or even heavily medicated. One guy even was restricted to a padded room and the hallways needed to be cleared anytime he needed to be transported. Luckily I have never had to restrain Lilly, though I wouldn't mind.


You see, I am what you can call a pervert. When I was first hired, I took notice of Lilly and more specifically her body and knew that I wanted to be near her. It was large eyes, full c-cup under her tank top, narrow hips, and soft smile that drove me to work my ass off to get to work with her. I have always been turned on by little innocent girls and crazy girls. Lilly was a combination of the two while having the body of a 16 year old. But there was an obstacle. You see, everyone starts with the less aggressive clients and moves up with experience. Then there was that fateful day that I was trained to be with her. Just being in the room got my heart beating. It also didn't help that the person training me was pretty hot also. Her name was Amanda and she sported shoulder length blonde hair, shapely body she often hid under baggy clothes (kind of a tomboy), and dark green eyes. She noticed my dedication to doing my best to get time to work with Lilly and asked if I wanted to join the team. Ever since that day, work has been great.


Now as a pervert, I would fantasize about Lilly making a move on me. I would also touch her a lot when rewarding her for being good and not having tantrums or tearing up things. It would not be anything inappropriate like ruffling her hair, rubbing her back, or massaging her hands. She would smi Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

I wrote this ~3 years ago, and uploaded it here. I used the name "pervert of words", and I just now remembered that. But, since I got such awesome reviews, I think some of you might enjoy a re-upload. :3

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Ever since I caught him masturbating in the school lavatory, we've been inseparable. We've known each other ever since 1st grade, although we've never really talked. Neither of us had many friends, but we didn't really try anyway. We were both in the 7th grade, I recently turned 13, but he still had some months to go. I had, and still have, short black hair, which often has a mind of it's own, an infinite source of irritation for my mother. His hair, however, reached his shoulders, was almost snow-white, and smooth as silk. His face was gorgeous- Big green eyes, plump cheeks, a tiny nose and a large mouth (His lips weren't thick, but long). He still had no body hair at all, not even pubic hair, much to his dismay. It was one of the last days for the summer, and most classes were spent outside in the summer weather. I was going to pee, and while there, I heard him moan quietly. I zipped up, washed my hands quickly, and knocked on the door to the cubicle where I heard him. I asked him if he were alright, and when he didn't answer clearly, I tried the handle. He forgot to lock. Inside I saw him, his surprisingly long (for his age) penis erect, his left hand holding his t-shirt up, his right hand grabbing the shaft. His eyes were open- In shock or pleasure I could not tell. There was some drool on his mouth, and some, I thought at the time, coming out of his penis. We both blushed redder than the apples we were given at noon, and just stared at each other for a few minutes. And then the poor boy started to cry, a soft sob and a few tears. I tried to comfort him, saying it's alright, patting his back and shoulder. While his penis was going flaccid again, mine was starting to harden. He tried to cover his shame, asking if I was going to tell anyone, please don't, while trying to hide his crying. My reply was to get some tissue, and started to clean him. He didn't stop me. In fact, he started to get aroused again. After only a few strokes, his penis long since being cleaned, he gasped, and I felt the tissue getting even damper. I was getting pretty excited myself, although I never even considered boys attractive- Hell, girls were hardly attractive- and it must have shown, for he was staring intently at my crotch. Before I could think about what we were doing, my pants were down and my penis was staring at his face, swinging up and down in short arcs. He was staring back. My penis was shorter than his, not by much, but it was slightly thicker. I almost had a mind to put my pants up, it was so sudden, but my hands would not move. His eyes looked up at me for a moment, and he slowly moved his head towards my dick, mouth open, as if hypn Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

Okay fuckers listen up. This Story Isn't mine. The OP quite writing after the first chapter. I'm posting it here in hopes of someone else picking this up. I would do it but I have no writing skills.

Btw source: http://www.hentai-foundry.com/stories/user/Tranthusiast/6064/Tricia-and-Trevor-Best-Fuck-Buddies-Forever


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A bright pillar of golden light enveloped Trevor's online avatar.

"Fuck yeah!" He was beaming with pride as he admired his on-screen alter ego, a blonde and buxom sorceress called Elfstar.

Tricia rolled her eyes, sinking deeper into the couch as she felt an unbearable boredom creep upon her. She carelessly tossed the old gossip magazine she had been flipping through onto the table in front of her.

"Can't we do something else for once?" She looked over to him at his desk. His face was illuminated by the bright and colorful game screen. "We’re always just hanging here out in your nerd den while you play that stupid no-life game.”

"Hmm? Oh yeah, sure." Trevor replied absently, too preoccupied with boasting to his online friends about Elfstar's new abilities to pay attention.
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Hey /elit/. I've been a lurker on here for a while, but I've decided I have something that might be worth posting. I'm going to ask first that people who are interested in the following description please post if they ARE interested, but if you are not, don't post anything. Should there be no interest in this, don't keep it at the top of the board by continuing to post your disagreement, just let it die.

Anyway, basically I've been roleplaying online with a guy for a while, and we decided to roleplay the most kinky thing we could think of. Some might call it disturbed, but basically, it's a roleplay about a guy who goes to a child prostitution hotel. The roleplay contains extreme underage/pedophilia, prostitution, lesbian incest, impregnation, and maybe more as the roleplay continues. We are still in the process of doing it bit by bit, but I'll post our first 2 sessions if people are interested.

Please keep in mind that what I post, absolutely does not reflect our real world values. In fact, the content strongly opposes our moral views of reality, but we understand this is fiction, and what turns us on in our minds is completely separate from reality. Keep in mind, you can imagine as much as you want, but do not do anything like this in the real world.

My girlfriend told me she was liking getting into a lit on here and she was getting mad that some were not finishing. So I decided to start writing one too. Keep in mind I'm horrible at writing hehe.


Theme... Loli/dom sub/les MORE in the future.




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Awaking to the sound of my sheets rustling I sat up quickly. My blond curls flowing in front of my face as I look around. Feeling a warm fuzzy thing at my feet I lift up my sheets and giggle. “Oh it's just you Mr. Mixy.” I say to the small white cat taking refuge between my legs. His wide blue eyes watching me curiously but somewhat frightened of the light. I slip out of bed with him in my hands and walk to the doorway. The doornob was a golden decorative handle that rotated like a lever. It was very different from my fancy room of white silk and silver designs. Reaching for the handle I realized it was locked. I didn't know how to unlock it so I ran back to a chair and pushed it closer. Mr. Mixy sat on my bed after running free and licked his paw while he watched. I looked at the flat handle above the doorknob and turned it. The door unlatched and the door bumped into the chair, knocking me back and causing me to hop off to avoid falling. “Wahh!!” I cried as the chair fell. A head poked into the room, a bit taller than me with dark long hair and green eyes it was a familiar face. “Cassandra, why is the chair in front of the door?” she asked. I shyly and looked at the girl. “I can't unlock the door without it.” I explained. The girl laughed and dangled a key. “Well it's good that I have your room key or I wouldn't be able to get in now.” She slipped into the room, her night gown still on and her bare feet tiptoeing in. She closed the door behind her and latched the door. I stood up and looked around, “What are you doing, I can't open the door now.” I said wondering what she was doing. She smiled at me and took my hand. “Come on, I learned something new today.” She smiled and walked me to the window.


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Hello, I just found this site and wanted to see if my stories are welcomed here. All comments and remarks are appreciated.

Prologue

In the distant future in order to counter the overpopulation of the human race but still keep their spiritual, sexual freedom, society went through a radical change. To keep unwanted and unplanned children to a bare minimum society introduced sex from a young age, while grouping people of the same sex together where they could inevitable forcing them to expel their sexual energy on each other until they could learn to control it.

Chapter I

“Listen up, said the teacher at the head of the group of 12 year old boys, this is your second ritual, do as the doctors, nurses say and be good little boys. Anyone who misbehaves shall be punished and will be kept in detention for at least a week. Am I understood?”

A unanimous “Yes teacher” was heard from the group.

“Everyone is to undress to their boxers, briefs, thongs or whatever they have as underwear and sit down in alphabetical order, starting with you Adam. Put your clothes in the bags under your chairs so they doesn't get in the way and don't get mixed up.” - with that said the teacher left the group of 20 young boys in the waiting room.

The room was relatively small, it was long and narrow with a row of well padded benches on one side of the longer wall, enough to seat everyone comfortably. Green carpet covered the floor while a seemingly endless row of tiles covered the walls from top to button. There were no windows only a door on either side of the room. One where they came from and the other where they will be called in one by one. Under the benches, like the teacher already said, were placed bags for every student with their names written on them.
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First time posting, tell me what you think about the story and whether or not you want more. Criticism is encouraged!

There wasn't anything wrong with Matt Eagle's life. He had good grades, started in soccer, pole-vaulted in track, and got accepted into the United States Air Force Academy. He also had a beautiful girlfriend, whose dream was to be a psychotherapist. This contrasted with Matt's desire to one day become a fighter pilot, flying an F-35 Lightning II at speeds over 1000 miles per hour.
Their plan was to maintain a long distance relationship while he was at The Academy in Colorado Springs and she was at LSU in Baton Rouge. Matt knew that staying faithful wouldn't be hard for him at all while he was at the Academy. He wouldn't even have any time to get out there and talk to any girls, because he would be studying and training all the time. He was worried about his girlfriend Dayna though. She was going to be at LSU, one of the nation's biggest party schools, and he would be in the intensely focused atmosphere of one of the United States Military Academies. He wouldn't be able to protect her stunning bombshell of a body from any creeps who might want to see if her 36 F tits were real. He hadn't had to protect her very much, considering the fact that they lived in Diamondhead Mississippi, with him attending St. Stanislaus College and her attending Our Lady Academy for high school.
The two different schools might as well be one, because both are Catholic and students from both take classes in the other school's buildings, but the Brothers of the Sacred Heart disagreed with that notion. They lived directly across the street from one another. Dayna spent the night over at Matt's house most of the time, considering he lived alone and she didn't want to have to deal with her parents fighting anymore.
Matt owned a large house for 2 people, with 4 bedrooms and 2 bathrooms on the ground floor along with a kitchen, living room, and TV room. Upstairs there was another bedroom with a bathroom of its own, as well as an additional kitchen. Matt and Dayna had turned the TV room into their bedroom after moving the king sized bed from the master bedroom and setting it up in front of the TV. They did this because the TV room had the best view of the pool and the backyard and the golf course beyond when the blinds were open. They kept the blinds closed most of the time, due to the fact that the glare from the sun made TV almost impossible to watch, and also because most of their time consisted of them having sex with one another and various other female friends of Dayna. After the last day of school, there was a huge party a few blocks away from Matt's house. As the final bell rang, Matt found Dayna and the two walked over to Matt's truck, a Ford F-150 Raptor. They got in and Matt pressed in the clutch, turned the Message too long. Click here to view the full text.