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Clarice (SS, slight Loli) S 11/07/05(Tue)09:48 No. 12846 ID: e59c31

Hi all, this was a WIP eLit story posted on the 99chan /ss/ boards. Unfortunantly they no longer have an /ss/ board and from browsing various /eLit/ and /ss/ boards I have seen no evidence of the this story anywhere, so I have decided to share what I have here.

I would like to state in clearly though, THIS IS NOT MINE. Some else wrote this and I am simply reposting it here. If the original author see this and wants to finish the story, PLEASE do!

Anyways, this story was separated by posts, not chapters. I'll post what I see as a chapter per post. Anyways again, on with the story

Chapter 1, part 1

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My story actually started when I was 6 years old. My family lived in a college town in an area that wasn't too hot, not too cold. Lots of trees. Kind-of what you'd call a "normal" place for a middle-class white family.

My mom would usually hire majors from her department who needed extra money to be babysitters and to clean up the house sometimes. Usually they'd be juniors or seniors, so I wouldn't have the same babysitter for more than a year.

Invairably, they were girls. The first one I remember was a nice blond girl, but I forgot her name. I had one for a while who was hispanic and not very nice and got mad at me a lot. My mom got a different sitter after that. One was a somewhat heavy girl with short brown hair. She was okay and didn't get mad at me a lot, but she wasn't a lot of fun. Falicia was a black girl with really short hair and a VW bus. She would take me to McDonald's for little icecream cones and always helped me with work that I brought home from first grade, and she really liked watching TV with me, especially cartoons. But she was a senior, and I remember I cried a lot when she had to move back to her home state when she graduated.

The one I got the next year was named Clarice. I hadn't really liked her that much at the beginning because her clothes smelled funny and her hair was this weird orange color I;d never seen before and she was shorter than any other sitter I ever had before. But she was willing to play Star Wars guys with me and let me watch cartoons even when my parents said I couldn't watch anything but PBS.

It turned out that Clarice was a freshman my mom had hired from her English department. Clarice had just seemed unusually bright and good with kids.

Clarice would pick me up from the elementary school and bring me home, and sometimes would get dinner started for my mom, who usually came home by six but sometimes taught classes at night. Those times, Clarice would read to me and bring me some graham crackers and put me to bed.

Since she was renting a place in the college town rather than living in the dorms, she didn't have to move home over summer break, so I got to see her a few times while my mom and dad went on vacation, and for a few weeks during the hottest part of summer: My mom hired her to give me swimming lessons, since I loved the water but wasn't a great swimmer yet.

Clarice's freshman and sophomore and half of the junior year passed. She was like a part of my family. She rarely reprimanded me, and never actually spanked me, although she led me forcibly by the arm to my room a few times. I got used to her reading me to sleep at night just like my mom did, or I'd fall asleep with her arm around me watching TV on weekend nights. She couldn't quite pick me up but would walk me carefully to bed and tuck me in with a kiss, and I'd mumble "I love you", and she'd say it back.

I had become an excellent swimmer, and she would take me swimming at the pool at the gym of the college when the outdoor pools were closed. Usually we would change into our swimsuits before we went, but a couple of times we ended up having to change in her car. She obviously didn't think anything of it, leaning the driver's seat all the way back, arching up and unbuttoning her jeans, pushing her pants, panties and socks all off in a single movement that brought her from an arch to a curled-up position, and then pulling on her swimsuit in a quick smooth uncurling, then pulling the straps over her shoulders while keeping her unbuttoned shirt on.

At age 10, I couldn't hope to be anywhere near as graceful, but I was small so I didn't have to maneuver quite so carefully. I didn't really think anything about it: I had seen my mom and dad both naked tons of times, bathing or showering or whatever. She had seen me naked a few times when she'd come to make sure I wasn't going to overflow the bathtub, and I had accidentally walked in on her a couple times when she was in the shower.

Clarice never got tired of playing with me in the pool: She'd swim up and down the shallow end with me holding onto her shoulders and kicking along, feeling the muscles in her back work and her powerful buttocks flexing left, right, left, right. Naturally, the rubbing would make me hard, but she didn't seem to notice, and anyway I was having fun with the swimming. She always looked much prettier than most of the other girls I saw ath the pool. Her hair would turn a darker red in the water, and she'd go under and come back up therough the surface nose-first so her hair laid in sleek waves down the middle of her back.

Chapter 1, part 2

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Then she'd pick me up and toss me in the air or do a judo throw, holding me tight against her soft, firm breasts and arching her back so I flew over behind her and under the water. I would swim down and grab her leg and try to lift her up. A couple times I accidentally grabbed her breast and she said "Hey, don't! That hurts!" but then would continue playing so I wouldn't feel too bad.

During that year's winter break, my parents decided to turn an English professors' conference into a week-long vacation. Since Clarice didn't have classes, she took me to the gym to go swimming every single night, then bring me home and put a tape of cartoons in the VCR and watch with me until I fell asleep.

One night, I came up out of the changing room into the lobby of the pool.

Clarice turned to look at me. "Ready to go, S--" She frowned. "Sam, why are you still in your trunks? We have to go, what have you been doing?"

"I'm sorry but I can't find my jeans!" I said, almost crying. "I found my socks and shoes and shirt and my underwear but I can't find my jeans."

"Well, don't worry, Sammy, it's not the end of the world." She turned toward the student at the desk where people checked out towels and basketballs.

"I can't get up from the desk" he said, as if he was tired of saying it, and knew Clarice would ask. "Lemme see if I can get someone to go look in there for your jeans, okay, kid?"

I nodded and Clarice thanked him profusely. The freshman guy blushed a little, having such a cute redhead act so grateful towards him. After a few minutes on the building phone, he came back.

"Clarice, I hate to tell you this" he looked like he really did, "But the building manager has locked up the locker rooms, and he's already gone home, so there's no way to go look for them."

Clarice put her hand to her head, mumbling something about having to explain to the professor how she'd managed to lose Sammy's pants.

The guy brightened up. "Hey, I work first thing tomorrow. I'll go straight in after they open the locker rooms, and I'll find them and um... Well, can I call you?" He looked hopeful, extatic to have an excuse to get her number.

"Nick, you are a lifesaver." She scribbled down her phone number. "Sammy, stay here, I'm gonna go get the car warmed up and pull up to the door, is that okay?" she asked both me and Nick. "Okay."

I sat there on the gym equipment desk in awkward silence with Nick. Neither of us really knew how to get along with the other, and we were both relieved when Clarice came back through the heavy gym door.

"Okay, Nick? You gotta loan me four towels overnight."

Nick froze, stuck between getting in trouble with the gym manager and disappointing Clarice. "I... w--"

"Look, I promise I'll bring them back, and I need them to keep him warm so he doesn't freeze to death because my heater's broken."

Nick complied, bringing the newest, fluffiest towels he could find. Clarice bundled my lower half as best she could in the towels, zipped up my coat over them, and then carried me up the stairs and out to the car.

"Just hold on, okay, Sammy? I'm gonna get you home and warm real fast, okay?" I nodded, but my jaw was already beginning to tremble a little from the cold.

The ten minute ride back to my house went from uncomfortable to painfully cold in the rickety little college-kid car with no heat. Clarice drove as quickly as she dared, trying not to fog up the windshield, frantically swiping at it with her scarf, taking worried, split-second looks over at me when she could, patting my shivvering knee.

Lurching into my parents driveway, she turned to me, her face very close to mine. "I'm going to run up and open the door and then come back and get you. I'll be right back, okay?"

I swooned as her warm breath caressed my frozen cheeks. My teeth chattered as I looked at her. "I'm cold." It was so stupid and obvious, but it was all I could think of.

"I know, sweetie, just another second, I promise." She leaned over and kissed my cheek, but so hard that her lips and cheek and nose all pressed against the side of my face, feeling like a burning frying pan next to my frozen skin.

Then she was out the door, running up and flipping the keys apart... Deadbolt, doornkob... The door swung open. Then I was being scooped up out of the seat, lifted up in the air and shaken a little as she kicked the car door closed. I heard her breath rhasping as she carried me to the door, stopping once to half-toss me in the air to get a better grip, then stop again to kick the front door shut. She took me to the downstairs guest bathroom and sat me on the toilet lid.

I heard the water start up and change pitch as she switched the flow from bathtub to shower-head. She came over and said "Okay, let's get you in the warm water," and pulled off my shoes and socks. She unzipped my coat and pulled it off my arms, leaving it heaped over the toilet lid behind me, then grabbed both my hands in one of hers and held them over my head as she pulled the shirt off.

"Stand up?" she helped me up and hooked her thumbs under the waistband of my swim trunks and the towels wrapped around them and pulled them down to my ankles. Then she stood up, planted her foot in the crotch of my swim trunks and lifted my shivvering, goosesagey body out of them by the armpits.

My tired and cold legs could barely step over the lip of the tub, now ankle-deep with water just warmer than room temperiture. All I could do is stand there and splutter a little as the water fell from the shower. "I'm cold."

"I know, Sammy, I'm sorry. Just a sec." I heard the thonk-thonk of shoes hitting the lenoleum floor, then the distinctive swoosh of jeans being pulled off, a flutter, then a funny little click. Then the double-pane sliding glass door of the shower rolled from one side to the other, and I heard a splash as she stepped in, then slid the other pane closed.

"C'mere, let's get you warmed up, Sammy." She sat down in the tub and pulled me down to sit on her lap. Her legs were almost as pale as the fake porcelain of the shower walls, and bright pink legs on top of them barely reached past her knees. She put her arms around me and squeezed me. Her breasts were soft and warm against my back, and I felt short, slightly prickly fur under my bottom. As the heat from her body began to melt the frozenness from mine, I leaned my head back. She moved her head to one side, and mine laid back against her shoulder and neck, and she lowered her chin down to my shoulder and hugged my head between her cheek and shoulder.

"We'll get you nice and warm, okay?" she asked, squeezing me and rubbing my trembling arms with her hands. I could only nod. Hours of swimming and then ten minutes half sopping wet in the deep winter cold had left me exhausted.

I fell asleep there between her soft radiating heat and the slowly warming bath water.


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Anonymous 13/12/06(Fri)00:21 No. 20400 ID: db1e71

>>20391

I think Grace is an interesting character, and I'd like to see her again. But I think the problem with Grace is that she isn't quite so believable as a little girl. She acts more like a teenager. She already has the whole "blackmail" thing down.

To the author: I don't know what direction you want to take the story in, but as a reader, it feels natural to suspect that Sam is going through some changes. Maybe he's slowly turning into a transexual/crossdressing fetishist. You know, the kind of guy that thinks women have all the power, which is why they want to be one. I wouldn't say Sam is gay, but maybe just a little too into women / wants to be one?

As for Grace reappearing, it would be difficult to find a way of doing that without changing Clarice and Sam, but I think you could use that to make an interesting plot catalyst. For example, say Sam goes to the bathroom there, (I'm going to pretend it's a public restroom, and not a port-a-john). Maybe he gets nervous about sitting on the seat (as some people are, especially kids), and decides to stand instead. Maybe she's there and catches him, and starts to bully him a bit. Then he might need to tell Clarice about it, and she'd have to find a way to get Grace to stop without telling everyone.

So instead of catching on to their relationship, it'd be more that Grace was bullying Sam for being cross-dressed.

I dunno, I think there are some interesting ideas you could do, but it depends on what kind of story you want it to be. I'm a bit sweet on the humiliation angle. I wish you would describe Sam's fear of being found out a little deeper, or maybe have him get a little pop-tent in his skirt while he's walking.

But either way, I'm really interested to see what happens next, and I'll keep waiting for a post. ;3


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Private Pontiac 13/12/06(Fri)05:32 No. 20403 ID: 00bbb0

This is just a quick reply while I have a sec: You can expect much more exploration of Sam's anxiousness about his disguise and the possibility of being discovered.

If you're looking for actual humiliation, yeah, I could do that, but it would pretty much have to involve Grace, because if there is a villain in this story, it's her. I really don't like stuff that is intentionally degrading. It's too bad I like joi videos, because the vast majority seem to be very belittling and insulting. Stern, I like. bossy, even, but actually trying to make me feel like shit is an instant boner-kill.

But yeah, i could have Grace being abusive again, and I just thought of a way to close that part off nicely.


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Anonymous 13/12/06(Fri)06:44 No. 20404 ID: db1e71

>>20403

Well, Grace is your character, and only you can tell us what she is and isn't. But from what I read, I felt like she was a good character up to a certain point. For a girl her age, it's believable to think she's bossy, or that she likes to tease Sam, or even out-right bully him, or blackmail him. But I wouldn't say she's abusive. A girl her age might be very clever, but she wouldn't be so calculated. That's just my opinion on character arch-types for young girls.

But I think she's interesting as a character in the story, simply because she has the potential to change the pace and tone of the plot. But if you want to keep exploring the relationship and feminization of Sam, I'll be game to fap to that too.

As for humiliation, I was trying to refer to inner-conflict. The way Sam must feel with people talking to him. Maybe at first he really enjoys it, and then is a little ashamed to be so happy to be a girl. Or maybe he really starts developing a complex where he wishes he had a real pussy, and really could be one of the girls.

But if you did want Grace to torment him, that could be fun if it was done right, and done briefly. Something more along the lines of stealing his panties, and playing with him, making sure his penis stood out to on-lookers. But I have a hard time buying a girl her age as a demented bitch. If she were a pre-teen or teenager, yes. But I think she'd just be getting a kick out of fueling Sam's inner insecurities.

I am interested in what Clarice thinks though. It's interesting that she's turning Sam into a girl so easily. Not just from Sam's perspective, but for her, we're never really given a clue that she's into that sort of thing. But then she seems to pick it up pretty quickly. I guess because the story is in Sam's perspective, it's a bit more difficult to fully understand all of Clarice's motives and feelings for him. Early in the story, it's very much a crush on the baby sitter story. And then it evolves into a forbidden fruit for her and a world of discovery for him. But now she feels like she's in a transition from nurturing to dominant. She can still be both at the same time, but I'm very interested to know where Clarice thinks the relationship will go, or if she's just enjoying milking his lil wee-wee.

That said, I still love the story so far. The Grace chapter was a lot of fun, and broke up some of the flow. (It seems like a fairly stable and steady trickle). So I'd like to see a bend in the river, so to speak. But again, it's all up to you.

So the real question, and the thing inquiring fappers want to know is... what happens next?


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Private Pontiac 13/12/07(Sat)03:04 No. 20412 ID: e2d46f

It's true, I haven't gone into what's behind Clarice's actions, except in non-story discussion, partially because it's all from Sam's point of view, and because I don't want to do a bunch of exposition badly disguised as conversation.

As weird as it may sound, I still think of their relationship as mostly non-pervy: If you take away the fetish stuff, you've got a your basic story about a free-spirited and inventive girl with some worldly experience, who falls in love with a boy who has no experience to speak of, and he idolizes her.

My conception of Clarice is that she doesn't have any particular want/need to be dominant, and she doesn't really get off on it any more than anyone normally would when they're with someone less experienced. Coming up with the plan for her, I imagined her wishing she could do something really fun with Sam, except she's a poor college student, and the all-girls day at the amusement park occurrs to her, and the little girl disguise follows naturally after that. And while she's planning that out, of course she imagines that having sex while he's in disguise (sort of) would look like lesbians, which strikes her as both kind of funny and very sexy, which leads her to the idea of the strap-on, which she thinks he might like anyway, and she thinks Why not? What better way to introduce him to life as a girl than to penetrate him and fuck him bow-legged? And once she has the idea, she runs with it.

Obviously, this is a man's wishful idea of what would go through a woman's head if she were open-minded, creative and willing. Not much different from the fantasy wife who says "Of course I want to do a four way with my two best friends, I thought you'd never ask!". But this far into the story, I don't want to suddenly crank up the amount of suspension-of-disbelief it requires. I hope I've managed that.

one note on grace: She's meant to be somewhat older than Sam; just barely on the edge of puberty. When I do an edit to smooth things out, I'll make the sizes/ages more clear and consistent.


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Anonymous 13/12/07(Sat)05:38 No. 20415 ID: db1e71

>>20412

I kind of figured as much with Clarice. But because Sam doesn't experience her doing that, it just felt a little strange that it happened so quickly. I think it might have been a bit better if Clarice had a minor discussion with him prior to butt-fucking. Something along the lines of, "I want to do something new with you, but if you don't like it, tell me."

Normally you'd warn someone before springing something like that. It's all I'm saying.

As far as their relationship goes, I don't question it too much. From Sam's POV, she's an older lady, and he's just discovering girls. For Clarice, it seemed she was lonely and sad, and it's nice to have a boy who idolizes her. Maybe she has low self-esteem and is just happy that she's in a judgement-free place, and is having fun doing things she might not otherwise feel comfortable doing.


For Grace, I kind of like her being Sam's age. I could see if she was a year older than him. But I like to imagine they're classmates. It makes the idea of her knowing his secret just that much more stressful for him. It's someone he might not be friends with, but it's someone he knows and that knows many of the same people in his small social circle. Plus, I'm a huge fan of loli/shota stuff, so I always enjoy the kind of "I'll show you mine if you show me yours" stuff that the bath scene was about. Again, maybe if Grace was a year or two older, she might be ever so slightly more knowledgeable, but I don't think I'd like her as much if she was too much older. (And I say that from a story perspective, not a pedo-bear perspective).

But really, I've enjoyed the story so far. It's been a fun ride, and I'm looking forward to more!


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Private Pontiac 13/12/07(Sat)19:20 No. 20420 ID: a43180

You're right about the buttsex getting introduced pretty suddenly. I thought about adding some conversation about it, but I couldn't make the pacing work right. The lead up of the "you're beautiful" talk and the erotic (but not explicitly sexual) activity there, the part in the mirror directly after that, etc etc seemed like enough to give Sam and the reader at least a vague idea of what was coming, and by that time he's begging for it. He's frustrated and he's like "Whatever you're going to do just fucking do it already!"

I couldn't find a place in there where a "warning" didn't feel awkward, or that didn't make Clarice seem dense, because he gets more and more annoyed every time she asks if he's okay with the butt action. She's still asking, because she really does care, and she knows she has to be careful, and she wants it to be fun, and she doesn't want Sam to forget that, no matter what else they do. Even if it's annoying to Sam and redundant to the reader.

On the other hand, this is starting to sound pretty defensive, which means you may have a good point. I'll make some notes in the draft.

Re: Grace's age difference: I only meant for her to be slightly older, like maybe a year, just enough for her to be able to push him around.

Again, thanks for the encouragement and feedback. As always, I won't jinx myself by talking about when I'll have a new section up.


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Anonymous 13/12/14(Sat)10:31 No. 20470 ID: db1e71

>>20420
I know you won't jinx it. But plz... After all this talk of where the story is going, we need moar!


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Private Pontiac 13/12/15(Sun)11:50 No. 20472 ID: 73d5be

The motion of the two bodies in the mirror was almost hypnotic. They slid apart and together, over and over, in perfect synchronization.  My mind seemed to float in a sort of in-between place, spying on the two naked, beautiful lovers, but also feeling her hands on my hips, her body meeting mine at the end of each thrust, her cock rubbing the entrance to my pussy and going inside my body.

Clarice took one hand from my hip to caress my back, starting at the back of my neck and running down along my spine to the small of my back, then returning to my neck.  The heat was spreading from my pussy, out across my ass cheeks.  Her hand stroked my side, then slipped down around my ribs to my chest.

Clarice's fingers traced the lower edge of my pectoral muscle.  Even though it only made the slightest bulge in my chest, I experienced it as especially stimulating.  When she grabbed a handful of flesh and squeezed gently, several of my breaths came out as surprised, delighted moans.  As Clarice massaged my breast, one of my nipples ended up between her fingers, and she trailed across it until only the tips were touching.

Clarice took her hand away from my chest for a moment, but I could hardly protest as she continued to thrust her cock in and out of me.  She reached behind her, and in the mirror, I war her damp hair stick to her shoulder and breast as she turned her shoulder back awkwardly.  Just a moment later, she leaned forward again, reaching under me to my nipple.  Her fingers circled the hard pink point teasingly, slippery with her pussy juices.  The scent of her was too much.

I suddenly straightened, pushing up with my arms to bring my torso upright.  As I did, I caught Clarice's hand with one of mine and forced them into my mouth.  Clarice's took her left hand from my hip and she held me steady by putting her arm around me instead.  As I sucked hungrily on two fingers, I pushed them into my mouth so hard I almost gagged.

I saw the lovers in the mirror again:  The tanned blond girl now leaning back against the larger girl, her hips moving in and out almost automatically.  She was held up by one pale arm, while both of the tanned girl's hands ware occupied holding the other big hand, covering it with her mouth and tongue, sucking the length of each finger one at a time, then greedily eating two, three at a time.

The scent and taste of Clarice's juice washed through my head and I pushed back against her even harder.  Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her left hand slowly make its way down my sweaty front, down between my legs.

When Clarice touched me down there, my breathing turned to gasps, and each exhalation came out as a half choked sound around her fingers that were still in my mouth.  Her hand between my legs stroked upward onto my soft, tanned belly, then moved down, applying a little more pressure with each down-stroke.

The swelling feeling inside me that grew and subsided with each thrust of Clarice's tool was joined by the tingling itch where the tips of her fingers pressed at the end of each short pressing stroke down low on my front.  My thigh muscles began to go limp from the exertion and the strength of the sensations radiating from my lower body.

I turned my head to the right, trying to look at Clarice, beautiful Clarice.  My body began to shudder, falling out of sync with her thrusts, and my right hand grabbed back over my shoulder to keep from falling down.  My hand clutched behind her neck, holding me up so my cheek crushed against her face, blowing tiny droplets of sweat away with my harsh gasping breaths.

Clarice continued to stroke me down below, but moved her other hand from my face to hold me around my chest and squeeze my breast more tightly than before.  I was completely, helplessly lost to her as she held me with one arm and used the other hand to rub me down there and pull me close each time she thrust into me.  I opened my eyes and caught hers from a distance of only inches, and suddenly her mouth was on mine.  Even at the awkward angle, the strength of her tongue and lips captured mine completely.

Within moments I felt the explosive heat rising from inside.  Our mouths came apart with a slurp, but as my head leaned back, her cheek was still against the side of my face.  Her breath was becoming ragged, and the flush of sexual energy was a brighter pink than ever before.  My left hand groped for something to hold onto and landed on her left forearm.

Time seemed to slow down for two seconds as I watched her lips, red and parted enough to see her front teeth and a pink line of her tongue beyond them.  A gust of breath came rushing put just as two drops of sweat rolled down over around the curve of her upper lip and were instantly whipped away as they neared the lower surface.  As she began to inhale again, her tongue languidly rose and slid to one side of her lower lip, then swept across to the other corner of her mouth, licking salty moisture, then retreated behind her teeth again.

That was the last thing I saw for some time.  The muscles of my thighs gave a final burst of energy as I slammed my pussy back on Clarice's cock.  The hand between my legs kept up the rhythmic massage.  My arms clenched as I held onto her, gasping and moaning louder with each thrust.

When the climax came, I began to scream, and inhale and scream again.  My entire body shuddered in Clarice's arms as the fullness inside me seemed to overflow into the rest of my nervous system, making my entire body from my crotch to my head feel numb and hot and a crazy animal victory and a kind of overwhelming pleasurable relief, as if there had been one huge itch on the surfaces of all my internal organs that had suddenly been scratched all at once. It escaped in waves through my urethra, throwing three thin, sticky lines against the inside of Clarice's wrist.

She held me as I convulsed and screamed with the orgasm.  She kept her hand pressed tight against my crotch as if squeezing out more and more.  Clarice held her pelvis thrust out so I was fully impaled on her wonderful cock and it seemed as if it pushed the orgasmic energy outwards from the center of my body, making it leak out my own desperately throbbing dick and diffuse down my limbs.


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Anonymous 13/12/17(Tue)08:43 No. 20480 ID: db1e71

Yaaaay!

*Licks plate clean*

Plz sir. May I has some moar?


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Anonymous 13/12/21(Sat)07:54 No. 20505 ID: db1e71

All I want for Christmas is more of this.


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Anonymous 14/01/02(Thu)04:30 No. 20567 ID: 07fdb4

>>14817

Fucking Godtier!


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Anonymous 14/02/04(Tue)02:21 No. 21039 ID: f2ec72

Holy shit. That was awesome!


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Private Pontiac 14/05/04(Sun)09:16 No. 21677 ID: e382a9

--Story section, NO SEX--

This section picks up where the story left off before it flashed back to the latest sex scene. If you want to get a sense of continuity from one story section to the next, search this thread for the words "After breakfast and a quick shower".

"Ha! Made it with ten minutes to spare!".

Clarice climbed out of her little car and pulled her bag out of the back seat. I stood up and closed the passenger side door just in time to see the muscles in her back ripple as she shrugged into her pack straps and bumped the door closed with her butt.

"Got your hat?"

I suddenly remembered it was in my hands and put it on my head, pulling it down as low as I could. The thought of being recognized by someone in public like this made a knot of anxiety twist in my gut. Clarice held out her hand, and I took it, timidly. She laced her fingers between mine, gave my hand a quick kiss, then began pulling me along with her towards the train stop.

Being a college student, Clarice had left the car in the free parking lot, a couple of blocks away from the station entrance. It was still early enough in the day that the cars in the lots hadn't had a chance to get hot to the touch. A few times, we cut between rows to take a more direct path to the station. In each window, each shiny surface, I caught glimpses of the blonde haired girl in the simple white linen sun dress and white sun hat. The more I saw that reflection, the more I realized that this disguise had me fooled. How could it not fool a bunch of complete strangers.

That realization sank in steadily as we approached the train stop. My forehead was already starting to get sweaty under my hat, so I took it off and set it back on my head more naturally.

By the time we were within sight of other people, my confidence had grown enough that I was barely conscious of how I appeared to people. I smiled and looked around and swung our hands back and forth as we walked, skipping once in a while to keep up with Clarice's stride. On our way into the station, we let go of each other's hand to climb the steep, narrow stairs rather than wait for the slow line of people getting on the escalators. Without even thinking, I started up the stairs ahead of Clarice. The moment my eye caught sight of my hand and my shiny polished nails, my body seemed to switch into character on its own, imitating mannerisms I had learned unconsciously. Instead of grabbing the handrail and yanking myself up the stairs three at a time, I let my hand slide gracefully, using my just my leg muscles.

When Clarice came up to the platform behind me, she spoke to me in a natural but quiet voice only I could hear: "You've got a sexy wiggle going up the stairs, there. I noticed at least one guy checking you out. Pervert." She spoke this last word lower, more drawn out, obviously meaning the man staring at a young girl's ass, but also meaning our secret adventure.

I felt my pulse pounding in my face as I blushed again. Clarice stuck her tongue out between her teeth and scrunched up her nose as she laughed appreciatively. I had to remind myself not to stare at her legs as she strode confidently across the cement platform, leading me by the hand.

There were late-morning commuters around but the train stop wasn't busy. Clarice and I stood at the very edge of the platform, leaning out once in a while to look down the track to see if the train was coming. We both took a half step back when it approached, and I remembered my hat just in time to grab it to keep it from blowing off, but the wind grabbed at my dress. The thin fabric pulled tight against one side of my body while the other side felt startlingly naked as the fabric billowed out beside me. I got another jolt of adrenaline just as I had been starting to calm down and feel natural.

I brought my arm down, clamping the dress against my side. I darted a look down the platform to see if anyone had seen, but not a single one of the bored commuters even looked in my direction. I took a deep breath and straightened my hat. I realized that although the cut of the simple little dress was loose ("breezy", Clarice called it), you couldn't actually see up it unless the wind somehow blew straight up, or it got hiked up intentionally.

Or, I thought, if someone looked up it from below, like on a ladder or staircase, which are pretty much unavoidable at amusement parks. I sighed again as the train came to a stop with a door right in front of us. Clarice took my hat-holding hand and gave it a squeeze.

There were no passengers coming off the train, so we stepped right in and took a double seat facing forward. I took the seat next to the window, Happy to feel some shelter from people's eyes with Clarice sitting next to me. There were only a few others in that train car, and none of them sitting nearby. They all seemed to be reading or dozing or just spacing out.

As the train began to move, I looked up at Clarice. She must have read the question in my expression.

"You're doing fine, Sammie."

There it was again. How did she manage to make the name sound so soft, feminine, pretty? Along with the warm encouragement, there was the sense that she was addressing a person who was not yet a woman, and would be referred to as a "young lady" because "little girl" would not seem appropriate. She made it so incredibly easy to let myself believe it, and I felt myself relaxing again.

I smiled and looked down where our hands rested. My tanned fingers with the shiny clear nail polish were spread wide to interlace with hers, and I noticed a faint scatter of freckles on the back of her hand.

White skin... suntanned skin... stretching... holding...

Clarice's conversational remark rescued me from slipping back into memory of last night.

"We're going to have to be on our best behavior today." She looked at me from the corner of her eye and smirked. "Well, pretty good behavior, anyway."

The noise in the train car was just enough that you had to raise your voice for someone to hear you clearly from more than a foot away. When Clarice turned towards me, I knew I was the only one who could hear her.

"We won't be able to, um, fool around, like... You know."

I grinned slightly to myself. It felt a little naughty to hear her refer to that part of our relationship, even if very vaguely, in a normal voice, in public. It had barely occurred to me that something sexual might happen somewhere except behind the locked doors of my parents' empty house. There had been that time at the movie, sure, but...

"It could be inconvenient if you were to get hard while we're at the park," she said, snapping my mind back to the present yet again. "Those panties should hold it well enough, but to be on the safe side, I'll have to get you a big cup of ice water, and you'll have to sit with it in your lap between your legs until it goes down."

Clarice put her arm around my shoulder and snickered. "We're going to have so much fun!"

And just like that, she had switched the gears in our relationship and in my head, turning us from illicit lovers to a couple of girls giggling over a private joke.

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Anonymous 14/05/31(Sat)06:35 No. 21855 ID: d908d4

Nice to see a continuation, even if it's just a short one.


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Anonymous 14/06/01(Sun)02:04 No. 21860 ID: db1e71

>>21855
Yes, this is a great story. Thank you for continuing!


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Anonymous 14/06/04(Wed)16:36 No. 21886 ID: d8c23c

Oh man, I can't wait till they get to the park.


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Anonymous 14/06/04(Wed)22:51 No. 21896 ID: db1e71

>>21886
Awkward public boner ahoy!


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Private_Pontiac!!qzLmH3ZGp5 14/06/12(Thu)13:43 No. 21932 ID: ef9cae

>>21855
>>21860
>>21886
>>21896
Thanks for the comments. Does anyone have any ideas of what to do with them once they're actually at the park? I'm having trouble coming up with ideas. The only thin I'm sure of is that I don't want them going at it in a restroom stall. For me, sex and toilets do not go together.


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Anonymous 14/06/12(Thu)22:50 No. 21934 ID: db1e71

>>21932

I understand the bathroom thing. And especially at a fairgrounds, a port-a-potty with a line might make for a hard to believe setting.

I guess what it comes down to is where you envision the story going. If you want to make the boy into more of a sissy, then he is going to have to enjoy being in his outfit, and maybe want to continue wearing it after the park. If you want him to feel shame, then feeding his paranoia of being caught would be a good way to handle it. Maybe he could see the little Asian girl again and be worried if she'd recognize him.

It also depends on what Clarice's motives are. Is she just trying to be sweet and this is a cheap way to do it, or does she want to convert him into something else?

If you're looking for good ways to raise tension or continue the erotic part of the story, I think a public setting can only induce fear or excitement from the characters. They'll have some nice bonding moments on silly rides. But the erotic part comes down to: "Other people can see us."

With that, you could do many things. Maybe Sam gets scared on a ride and wets himself, and he has to go pantie-less. So now he has to really worry about his erections. Maybe Clarice just wants to remove them because she thinks it's funny.

Again, it all comes down to where your story is going to go. The characters are fleshed out, and this is a good chance to add some depth to them, or to put them in a new situation and see what they do. But I will say that many readers would be disappointed if nothing happened at the fair. It's a pretty public environment, and all the pieces are positioned just so for something to happen. You just need to find a catalyst, and decide what the reaction would most realistically be.

If you're looking for some ideas of how erotic hijinx could occur:

Maybe they go on a ride and it breaks down. Something like a haunted house cart-ride. Maybe they start doing something and the ride starts up again, so they have to frantically get dressed. (Lose panties? People catch a glimpse at them?)

Maybe there is an old-fashioned tunnel of love ride that they can make-out in?

Maybe Clarice's ex boyfriend is there and wants to hang out?

Maybe they get stuck in a hall of mirrors and it turns Sam on to see himself all dolled up?

Maybe he eats some bad carny food and is in desperate need of a place to shit?


There are many directions you can take this story OP. Just remember to ask yourself what they would honestly do in any given situation. If you don't think they'd risk sex in public, then don't. But that doesn't mean you can't throw a few fun twists their way.

I can't wait to see what you come up with. :)


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Anonymous 14/06/17(Tue)23:29 No. 21960 ID: 4ed8c3

i actually don't think anything out of the ordinary needs to happen at the park. she obviously doesn't want him to be found out. it's simply a day for them to have fun in public. the eroticism comes from his mind. sometimes he's comfortable, and other times he's paranoid. i think this is just a time for him to learn to trust Clarice and explore the platonic side of their relationship.

he might see Grace and her mom, just to cause that flux in emotions for him, but they don't need to recognize him. and Clarice might see someone she knows, but Sammie doesn't need an introduction. this is about spending time with each other, and not making it any more awkward than it needs to be.

but that's just me.


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Anonymous 14/06/25(Wed)22:32 No. 21983 ID: d908d4

Stopped at the top of the ferris wheel, Clarice decides to give him a hand job. His underwear is in her hand. When the wheel starts back up, the cart rocks and she reaches grabs the railing. The wind just happens to carry the panties away...

Nothing done on purpose, but now he has to deal with it.


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Anonymous 14/07/14(Mon)02:24 No. 22066 ID: dd9a09

Bump. Gotta keep this stuff alive.


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Anonymous 14/08/10(Sun)22:49 No. 22236 ID: d908d4

>>21932
Looks like it's been a couple months. Still working on it?


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Private_Pontiac 14/09/27(Sat)05:51 No. 22490 ID: a9b073

>>22236
Still working on it sorta, though not writing at all, really. I do have some extra time lately and I've been thinking about doing a partial rewrite based on some of the research I've done in the last few months. I'll give some examples, just to shoe good faith:
- started buying and wearing women's panties. It feels so sexy and naughty, and somewhat hilarious, to be wearing frilly girly underpants, but everyone around me just sees some harmless, unremarkable guy.
- started shaving my legs. At first it was mostly out of curiosity. I wanted to know what it was women were always bitching about, like if it's really that bad. Also I've been shaving my pubic/junk area on and off for years, and I love how a fresh shave feels. After shaving my legs, I immediately started pricing waxing salons: After wearing wool socks year-round since I was 12, the feeling of having smooth bare legs is absolutely gorgeous!
- "Came out" to my gf about the panties. She was not only cool with it, but we've gone out shopping for matching panties a few times which was sexy as fuck
-/she was also cool with helping me "research" things like anal fingering, prostate massage, buttplugs, dildo play and strapons.

One.of the more interesting changes I'll be making to Sam and Clarice's story is to change the dildo she uses on him. A stiff metal or glass dildo would be too stiff and probably painful. If the dong is relatively huge, like what Sammie is taking, a jelly-style dildo will be far more flexible and comfortable than something that just jabs straight in without bending.

I also want to introduce the toy/butt play a little more gradually, probably by adding at least one more chapter where Sam gets a butt plug :)


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Private_Pontiac 14/10/04(Sat)00:18 No. 22522 ID: a9b073

[This section is meant to go after the line:]

I looked up at her and shook my head, a little wide-eyed. I wasn't really sure how much I could protest against this without it seeming inappropriate.

[This section is meant to end after/partly replace the line:]

Clarice smiled. "Yeah, I didn't think so." She got up and closed her book. "Come upstairs in about five minutes and we'll see about trimming this mess." She tousled the shaggy, light-blond hair on top of my head. "Okay?"


[Start new section]

She put her hand on my cheek as her eyes moved over my face, my chest, up to my neck and lingered on my lips for a few moments. "Hmm. Me neither." Clarice leaned accross and gave me a small, soft kiss on my lips. As she sat back, her thumb brushed something on my cheek.

"You know what? It's too bad your mom and dad will be home so soon. We've gotta do something about this mess." Clarice moved her hand to the top of her head, touseling my shaggy, light-blond hair and giving my scalp a pleasant scratch with her nails.

"Hey!" I complained, mock-offended. I knew perfectly well what a tangle it was first thing in the morning. She laughed and poked my ribs, making me shriek and laugh.

"Okay, Sammy, better go shower off that gel and get dressed. I'll make you some lunch."

* * *

An hour or so later, my parents arrived, dropping their bags at the door and giving me a big hug.

"Thanks for looking out for Sam, Clarice!" my mom said. "We wouldn't be able to make these trips without you."

"Aw, it's alright." Clarice put an arm around my shoulders and gave me one of those side-hugs people give younger cousins. "We have a lot of fun, don't we Sam?"

I shrugged. "Oh, not sure?!" she joked, giving me another poke in the ribs, making me giggle.

"Well, I'll see you again soon, okay Sammy?" As my parents turned away to hang up their coats, Clarice leaned down to whisper in my ear: "I left you a present under your mattress. Get it out when you're alone."

Picking up her gym bag and book bag, Clarice said goodbye to my parents and left.

* * *

My parents had returned home exhausted and retired to their bedroom for a nap almost immediately. I waited a half an hour or so before checking to see that their bedroom door was closed, and then reached under the mattress in my bed. Eventually my hand found what felt like a plastic zipper bag. As I drew it out, I glanced back at my bedroom door, then back down at the bag.


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Anonymous 14/10/04(Sat)02:05 No. 22523 ID: dd9a09

>>22522

Yay! Update!

But when is this taking place in the story? Did we skip the park, or is this earlier in the story? I'm confused.

I am super happy to see you're writing though. This is one of my favorite stories on this board, so I hope you'll keep writing. But I kind of want to know what happens at the park!

I do like the cliffhanger though. I definitely want to know what's in the bag.


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Private_Pontiac aka Redarrow 14/10/05(Sun)07:06 No. 22531 ID: a9b073

>>22523
Yeah, sorry for the confusion. If you search this whole thread for the phrase "without it seeming inappropriate", the new section is getting inserted there.

I'm adding some time between that moment and the scene that follows. Some people have been surprised by how quickly things advance after Grace's episode, so I thought I'd try to add a scene or two into the middle of the story.


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Anonymous 14/10/06(Mon)19:47 No. 22539 ID: dd9a09

>>22531
Ah, fair enough.

I'm still super pumped to see you still working on this. It is one of my favorite stories on this board. Every time I visit, I always browse to see if there is any new work on it. Keep it up!


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Private_Pontiac aka Red Arrow 15/06/07(Sun)08:59 No. 23635 ID: 47fc8f

>>22522

-- NEW SECTION, where Sam opens the secret gift from Clarice, and Sammie experiments with insertion --

[Note: This section begins after "without it seeming inappropriate" (see previous notes) and goes on from there. Are these reworkings getting annoying? Should I start a new thread with a smoothed out version?]

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I looked up at her and shook my head, a little wide-eyed. I wasn't really sure how much I could protest against this without it seeming inappropriate.

"You really like it that much?"


I sat and thought for a moment. But only a moment.


"Yeah. I mean yes, I really do. It's like...". I paused for just a second, slightly embarrassed, but only slightly. " It's like when I'm going --number two?-- when there's kind-of a lot saved up and it feels so good when it comes out, except instead of coming out it

... Well, you know, it's rubbing in and out and wiggling and pushing up inside."


I stopped, blushing. Clarice smiled but waited for me to continue.


"Clarice, is that what it's like for a girl? I mean, with a boy's penis in her vagina?" When we were dressed, sitting at the kitchen table, it seemed more appropriate to use the more proper terms.


"Yeah! Sort of. But not exactly the same. The vagina is actually made to have a penis go in and out of it and to feel good. The anus--your butthole?" Clarice's cheeks turned a little pink, "isn't exactly meant for it, but it feels good anyway if you do it right, just like when you rub any other part of your body."


"So... You're not supposed to do that?" I was mostly just curious: I knew that almost everything about our relationship was probably "not supposed to", but I wondered if there was some kind of hidden drawback I didn't know about.


Clarice seemed to choose her words carefully. " It's one of those things that's just fine as long as you follow certain rules. You know how we have those 'no running' signs?" I could instantly picture the bright signs around our swimming pool. "It's kinda like that. There are some ways to hurt yourself for get sick if you aren't careful, but as long as you don't do those things, it's just fun!"


Clarice stroked my hair. "You know you can ask me anything about this stuff, right?"


I grinned, still a little sheepish, but I gathered my courage. "Do you like... that?"


She sat back and sighed, thinking. "Sometimes? Yeah, I like it sometimes, but just once in a while, and usually not just that by itself." She trailed off, and I was left trying to imagine what she meant. Did she like her ass and her pussy to be fingered both at once? Or should I try to figure out a way to put my fingers in there while I put my dick in her?

"Anyway" Clarice continued, "I have a surprise for you that you can enjoy until next time I stay over."

The idea of a present caught my young-boy attention. "Really? What is it?"

"It's a surprise, so you'll have to wait!" She gave me a mischeivous grin with one eyebrow raised.

I went back and sat down at the table again. I poked at my half-soggy cereal. "I wish you didn't have to go home today." We were expecting my parents back from their trip late that afternoon, and I wouldn't see Clarice until my swimming lesson, and we would have to act normal then.

"Me too, sweetheart. But I've got a big surprise planned for you when your folks go out of town again." She grinned and turned her shoulders to one side flirtatiously. Anticipating my question, she blinked and gave me a not-so-innocent gaze through partly lowered eyelashes.

"You..." She reached out and put her hand on my thigh. "Will just...". She stood up and stepped behind my chair. "Have to wait...and...see." She had tipped my head back and kissed my forehead, the tip of my nose, and ended on my lips. She straightened and we looked at each other upside down, staring into each other's eyes.

"I love you, Clarice."

"I love you too, Sammy." She bent down again and kissed my forehead again, then my temple, nuzzling my hair until her nose and lips found my hair. "Mmmmm, I love you, baby" she said in a breathy whisper. She put her left hand around my neck and under my chin, turning my head to expose my neck.

"Mmmmmmhhhhh!" Clarice moaned against the skin of my neck, kissing me over and over without ever completely taking her lips away. I put my left hand up to touch her arm. The scent of her hair swirled around me. Her right hand began to feel around the front of my shorts, starting to wriggle under the waist band.

"Wuh...wait. My... They're coming h-home..."

I felt Clarice's lips smile against the skin on the back of my neck. "Sssssaaammeeeeehhhh?" The sound of her breathing my name carried not just a powerfully sensual suggestion, but also an irresistibly sexy begging quality. I could barely whimper, let alone resist, as she kissed me where my neck and chest come together and pressed her hand flat against the front of my shorts.


* * *


An hour or so later, my parents arrived, dropping their bags at the door and giving me a big hug.

"Thanks for looking out for Sam, Clarice!" my mom said. "We wouldn't be able to make these trips without you."

"Aw, it's alright." Clarice put an arm around my shoulders and gave me one of those side-hugs people give younger cousins. "We have a lot of fun, don't we Sam?"

I shrugged. "Oh, not sure?!" she joked, giving me another poke in the ribs, making me giggle.

"Well, I'll see you again soon, okay Sammy?" As my parents turned away to hang up their coats, Clarice leaned down to whisper in my ear: "I left you a present under your mattress. Get it out when you're alone."

Picking up her gym bag and book bag, Clarice said goodbye to my parents and left.

* * *

My parents had returned home exhausted and retired to their bedroom for a nap almost immediately. I waited a half an hour or so before checking to see that their bedroom door was closed, and then reached under the mattress in my bed. Eventually my hand found what felt like a plastic zipper bag. As I drew it out, I glanced back at my bedroom door, then back down at the bag.


The bag was one of those big ones, way bigger than a sandwich bag. Inside were two bundles wrapped in paper towels, a squeezable bottle that looked like clear shampoo, and a folded-up piece of paper. I separated the zipper of the bag just enough to slip the paper out, then stuffed the bag back under the mattress enough to be out of sight. It was just a piece of regular cheap photocopy paper folded in quarters, but I thought I could just barely smell Clarice on it, the stuff she put in her hair to keep it curly but not tangly.


It was a note, I guessed. My heart made a wobble in my chest. She had written a note, a secret note, to me. Before I even unfolded it, my excitement began to grow. I reached under my waistband and adjusted myself so it wouldn't get uncomfortable when I got fully erect. My fingers almost trembled with excitement as I finally unfolded the note.


"Dear Sammie," She used my girl name!

"Since it might be two or three weeks before we can be together again, I got you two presents you can try by yourself. Both of them are supposed to go in your pussy. The black one works like my finger to rub that one spot in there."

I decided to take the items out of the bag after all. Rather than taking the bag back out, I put my hands under the mattress and unwrapped them so any noise would be muffled. I took them out and scooted to the foot of my bed, next to my closet. After weighing a couple of options, I to hide them in my snow boots behind a forest of hanging clothes and coats that only got used during wintertime. Out of the way, but close enough for me to reach if I sat near them.

After hiding the blue one and the shampoo bottle, I turned the black thing over in my hand. Its confusing shape reminded me of the bizarre handle on a sword Olympic fencers used, that seemed like there was no right way to hold them until someone explained by wrapping each of your fingers into the appropriate grooves.

In her note, Clarice had even drawn a tiny diagram of the black one, with arrows indicating "If you lay on your back, this part faces up" and "This part goes in" and "These keep it from slipping all the way in" and "Push it in as far as you can!" and "You can reach this loop to wiggle it around or pull it out".

I decided I might not try that one quite yet, and turned back to her note.

"The blue one just goes in your pussy to make it feel nice and stretched out and full."

When I took the blue one from its boot, my hand closed around it much more naturally. It was made of a firm but slightly squishy sort of dark blue plastic or rubber. When I looked closer, I could see tiny sparkles in the surface that gave it a smooth metallic sheen. This one looked and felt much more like a sword hilt.

I read the last couple lines of her note.

"Remember not to hurry when you try these! It might take a few tries before you can get them in, especially the blue one. The stuff in the bottle will make them nice and slippery. Don't be afraid to use a lot!

"I love you so much, Sammie! I can't wait to see you again!
signed--You Know Who

(p.s. It's okay if you don't try them! If you want I'll show you how they work on me, next time I come! xoxo and the stuff is non-toxic!)"

I tried to decide which challenge I'd try first: The weird shaped thing, or the simple one that looked more intimidatingly thick the more I hefted it in my hand.

Eventually the simpler option won, and I stuffed the black toy back into its boot and the blue one in the pocket of my shorts, and folded up the note as flat as possible and put it in my back pocket. I knew there wasn't a way to hide the plastic bottle without it looking really suspicious.

Going to my door, I listened carefully for a few moments, then opened it quietly and made my way to the downstairs bathroom. I knew my parents must be still asleep, but I didn't want to get caught on my way down.

Once I was in the bathroom, I relaxed: My parents were very respectful of my privacy in there of all places. I turned on the shower and pulled my clothes off so fast I almost fell over twice. I set the clear bottle next to the shampoo and conditioner and body wash, the toy next to them, and pulled the door shut.

I did a quick wash with actual shampoo and soap. By then my dick was throbbing in anticipation, but I remembered how much it hurt to get soap in the tip, so I rinsed off hurriedly. I gave it a few light strokes once I was squeaky clean, and was still holding it as I picked up the blue toy again.

The entire thing was a single piece, and somehow stiff but squishy at the same time-- like my dick, I realized with a grin, squeezing one in each hand. Comparing the two, I saw that it was actually slightly wider than me as well. It smelled like a brand new shower curtain liner, the kind my mom would throw away when the hard water stains got too bad.

"Well, first things first" I thought. I set the toy down and stood at the end of the tub where the shower stream only fell on my feet. Standing pigeon-toed and leaning forward slightly, I held my left ass cheek and pulled it to expose my crack all the way in. I stuck my right middle finger in my mouth and sucked and licked it until it dripped with slobber when I held it in front of me.

I reached back and felt my ass--no, my pussy, I reminded myself, mentally trying to become Sammie instead of Sam. I prodded at my pussy opening with my finger and the tip went in with just a gentle nudge. I brought it back out and smelled it: Nothing but my own saliva. Just in case, I rinsed my hand under the shower and put it in my mouth again.

This time I tried to put my finger in further, but rather than making it slippery, my saliva seemed to make my finger sticky and resist going further inside me.

"I guess that's what this stuff is for" I thought, picking up the shampoo bottle. I snapped open the cap and smelled it, but it didn't really smell like anything. I squirted a pea-sized amount onto my fingertip. It was less runny than shampoo and completely clear except for the tiny bubbles. "Non toxic, huh?" Without thinking, I licked it and spread it over my tongue. It didn't have much of a flavor besides a faint mineral taste.

Instead of swallowing it, I spit it out into my hand mixed with a healthy amount of saliva. My mouth had been watering. Even diluted and runnier, it still felt slick between my fingers, so I reached around again and smeared it in my crack and around my pussy, then poked a finger at the opening again.

This time, it went in with only a pleasant squeezing resistance instead of uncomfortable stickyness. I experimented with taking the tip out and slipping it back in, enjoying the feeling of my pussy being opened from the outside and pushing just past the entrance.

After a minute or so, I tried putting my finger farther inside.


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Anonymous 16/05/18(Wed)05:39 No. 24270 ID: 36b367

>>12846
I remember that thread. I don't suppose anyone bothered to archive the rest of the content anywhere?


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Anonymous 16/08/12(Fri)07:40 No. 24571 ID: f4b5a0

The lube made it so my finger went all the way in effortlessly. Unlike Clarice's pussy, a lot of the muscles seemed to be right at the entrance. But once I pushed through that part, I could feel a much wider open area beyond.

I tried adjusting the angle of my arm and hand so I could get into my pussy more directly to feel around inside. Reaching around behind me, my middle finger seemed to get in the straightest by itself. My thumb was useless, except for a laugh: People use the phrase in insults, but I had to wonder how many other boys I knee had actually stuck their thumb up their ass?

I got my middle finger in again and tried curling it, feeling for the inside wall. Past the clenched muscles, there was a mass of softness, more like the inside of Clarice's pussy when she was relaxed, or the inside of her mouth When I poked into the mushy warmth, I also felt the muscles making up the inside of my body cavity. It freaked me out a little, to feel the actual inside of my body like that.

I decided to wash myself out before going any further. There wasn't that much to clean out, since I had already done it pretty recently. After filling up especially full, I pushed out the jet of clear water and curiously put my finger in through the water. As the stream started to lessen, I felt my opening tighten around my finger. When I pushed more of the water out, I was surprised at how strongly the muscles seemed to close around my finger and press. Not exactly trying to push it out of my pussy: More like squeezing, so the only way to escape the pressure was out.

I was even more surprised when I clenched my hold-it-in muscles: The muscles of my pussy actually made a sort of sucking, swallowing motion on my finger! At first I thought I must have been imagining it, or it was just a freak internal reaction. I pushed my finger in as far as I could and clenched...

And there it went again: A tightening of the opening around my knuckle, and a distinct pulling, sucking feeling along the length of my finger all the way to the tip. I'm not sure how long I stood there, naked, water running down my body, with my arm twisted awkwardly behind me, experiencing the sensation of my pussy sucking on my finger. After all that, I felt ready to take on the challenge of trying to swallow other things!

My confidence lasted until I bent down and picked up the firm, dark bulb of the sword handle thing. The domed tip was significantly wider than even my thumb. In fact it looked so blunt that it might just push uselessly at the flesh around my pussy opening instead of penetrating and stretching it open.

I wondered if maybe it just looked a lot bigger than it was. It definitely large, firm and weighty, when I held it like a sword handle. Turning it around, I held the base and let the narrow part holding the bulb stick out between my fingers. If it had been a metal spike, it would have been a cool-looking melee weapon. As it was, it was only intimidating in its intended purpose: Trying to fit it inside myself.

Curious, I reached back, pulling one cheek away from my opening, and moved the tip of the tapered bulb to my opening. Just as I thought, it didn't even begin to penetrate, even when I pushed hard enough that the area started to hurt.

"Maybe I'll have to wait for Clarice to help me after all," I said to myself.

But I wanted to be able to say I tried everything, so I bent down and picked up the lube. I held the toy in one hand and awkwardly squirted lube on with the other, then set the lube down and tried to smear it evenly over the business end. Then I rinsed the excess lube off my hand and used it to hold one cheek spread while I aimed the tip at the entrance again.

It didn't feel much different this time, pressing against the entrance. When I applied some pressure, the tip slipped along my crack and I ended up dropping it noisily on the shower floor. I put on more lube, this time making sure there was none on my hands and I was holding the base securely.

This time I applied the pressure slowly, making sure the point stayed exactly centered on my pussy. At the same moment that it started to get uncomfortable, I felt the rim begin to stretch. With just a little more pressure, the entire domed tip slipped inside, with hardly more stretching than my thumb.

"Maybe this won't be so hard after all," I told myself, squeezing my muscles around the toy experimentally. It wanted to slip out, so I held firmly on the base. I tried pressing it further in, but the stretching feeling quickly became painful, and I let it slide out to where it was before.

I waited for the pain to recede and pushed in again, as slowly as I could, just barely up to where I could stand the discomfort, and held it there. I realized I was holding my breath, and when I exhaled it came out trembling. I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths, trying to imagine my pussy relaxing and opening up to take the toy in up to its base.

I began pressing against the base with my fingers rhythmically: flexing to push against the resistance in my pussy, then relaxing a little to allow the toy to slip out a little. Push in, ease out, push in, ease out. The lube allowed the toy to slide effortlessly against the walls of my pussy, so it was easy to press it in a tiny bit further each time, but let it slip back out if it got painful.

Using this in and out approach, I was able to get it in until I could feel the entrance of my pussy with the hand holding the base of the toy, but just couldn't quite seem to get that last little bit.

I gave myself a rest, stretching the muscles of my arms, letting my pussy relax, and applying some more lube. This time, the tip went in with no discomfort, and the toy slid inside almost up to the widest part in one go. I let it slide out slowly, then back in all the way up to the widest part. I held it there, feeling the sensation of this thing stretching my pussy wide open and poking up inside me. I tried to turn it sideways s little, experimentally.

Suddenly the wide part slipped past my entrance, which clamped tight around the narrow part at the base, shoving the rest of the thing inside, all except the "hilt", which stopped at the entrance. The force of the thing thudding into place sent waves through my pelvis, making my legs shiver and my toes go numb. At the same time, it it felt like I was being punched in the stomach from underneath, inside.

I gasped and bent over a little, putting both hands on the shower walls to hold myself up. The sensation in my pussy and my guts were incredible. It felt like it had bashed into something near the trigger point that Clarice had touched inside me. I was gasping, holding myself up, expecting any second to bring a flair of pain that never quite came.

The shock began to subside and I caught my breath. Carefully, I stood up straight, feeling the thing inside me change angle slightly, but it still didn't hurt. Neither did the entrance to my pussy, held open by the slightly narrowed neck of the thing. I put my hand back and felt the base, now held snugly between my ass cheeks. I wondered if it would be as dramatic coming out as going in.

Only one way to find out...

I put my fingers around the base and began tugging outward, gently. I felt the pull on the inside of the muscular ring, but no pain. I tried to relax my pussy some more, and before I knew it, the widest part had slipped out and the long tapered handle was sliding smoothly outward. It wasn't anything like the feeling going in, but it was pleasant feeling my insides subsiding back into place.

I set that toy down and picked up the other one. I twisted it around, trying to get it oriented the way it was supposed to go. One thing was for sure: After fitting the other one inside, this one would be easy.

I was right. I reached one hand back and felt my entrance. It felt really loose, so I just took the second toy and slid it right in, all the way up to the curlicues. It felt different, of course. Smaller and curved. I stood there for a little while, trying to feel it inside myself. Then I tried reaching down and fiddling with the curl in front.

Then I knew what this thing was for: When I pulled on the ring, it tilted inside me and brushed directly against the trigger point Clarice had touched before. It was a weird discovery, being able to hit the trigger point myself. But after playing with it for a while, it actually started to get sore, so I slipped it back out.

I washed both toys thoroughly with soap, then washed myself, making extra sure to wash off all the lubricant between my ass cheeks and, now, down the backs of my legs and my inner thighs. I took the two toys and snuck them back to my bedroom and hid them in the plastic bag.


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Mister+D. 16/08/12(Fri)23:33 No. 24573 ID: 29db45

>>24571
And here I thought this story was dead and gone forever!
This pleases me greatly.


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Anonymous 16/08/13(Sat)04:38 No. 24574 ID: 0939a8

Just found this story and I like it.
But it is really confusing to get the rewrite(s) in order. Is there a clean version of the rewrite(s)?


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Private Pontiac 16/08/13(Sat)07:02 No. 24576 ID: 68a926

>>24573
It's been on hiatus for a while, but I've never given up on it completely. This last section was started over a year ago and i never finished it until yesterday. Any erotic writing I've done in that time has been short works for shota threads in the form of green-text stories.

>>24574
There's no clean version right now. I'd like to start a new thread to put everything in proper order, but people said that the transition between innocent and hardcore in the relationship was too abrupt, so I wanted to put together a few scenes to make it at least a little more gradual.

Also, I need to make some of the time passage more clear. At the beginning, Sam is six or seven, but when things start getting really dirty, he's meant to be eleven or twelve.

So, sorry, no clean version for a while. Try to bear with it until then!


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Private Pontiac 16/09/12(Mon)08:21 No. 24672 ID: c91656

The next time we were together was the next weekend, when my mom and dad went out for their usual Friday night date. I had taken a long hot shower that morning and cleaned myself out thoroughly, in case Clarice had certain plans for us. Clarice arrived just as my parents were getting ready to leave for their evening out.

"There's dinner in the fridge," my mom said, putting on a light jacket, "As usual, don't wait up for us!"

Dad pulled the front door closed. Clarice and I stood there, listening to their car doors slam, the engine start up, pull out of the driveway. We heard the car drive off down the street out of earshot.

Suddenly, Clarice looked at me, excited. "Let's get milkshakes!"

"Yes!" I said, excited myself. I turned to go get my shoes.

"Wait, wait!" Clarice said. "You found my present, right?"

I hesitated and looked around, somehow worried that someone might hear, even though we were the only ones in the house.

"Yeah."

Clarice must have noticed that I was uncomfortable with her talking about it so openly. She knelt down and motioned me over, putting her arms around my shoulders. "Did you make sure to get nice and clean?" she asked softly in my ear. I nodded.

"Want to do something fun?" She put a strange sort of emphasis on the word "fun" and I knew instinctively what she meant. I nodded again.

"Go put the big one in and come back downstairs. And try not to use too much gel or it'll make your shorts wet!"

She patted me on the rear as I headed up to my room to get my shoes too. For some reason, I closed my bedroom door behind me. I got the plastic bag out of its hiding place and took out the blue sword-hilt shaped thing and the tube of lubricating gel. I took off my shorts and underwear. After a second, I decided to get completely naked, so I my shirt wouldn't get in the way.

How much was too much? How was I supposed to know? I squirted out enough to cover the dome of the tip with sticky, slippery clear stuff. I set the tube down and reached back with both hands, trying to hold my cheeks apart so the lube would go straight on and in my hole without spreading along my crack. It took several minutes of slow in-and-out exercising to get the plug in without hurting too much.

Like before, it thunked into place with a feeling like I was being punched in my stomach from the inside, but not painful. It sent a tingling sensation across my lower back and down the backs of my thighs and through my toes. It made my feet and knees feel a little numb and unsteady.

Awkwardly, I used a pair of underwear from the laundry pile to wipe away the excess gel from around the base of the plug, then put on my underwear, shorts and shirt. I picked up my shoes and socks but wasn't sure exactly what to do: I had never bent that far with the thing inside myself before. I decided to carry them downstairs. I opened my bedroom door.

Clarice must have noticed me walking down the stairs funny, clutching the rail with my free hand. She smiled. "Here," she said, and held out her hand. She led me over to the couch while I tried to walk as normally as I could. She eased me down on the couch. Sitting on the thing made it mash against my asscheeks and press upward into me towards my stomach.

I must have zoned out while I was concentrating on the internal sensations, because the next thing I knew, Clarice was kneeling in front of me. She had pulled my socks on and was tying my shoes. She grabbed an ankle in each hand and clomped my shoes together a couple of times. "Ready to go?"

I nodded, watching her stand up. I must have looked a little dazed, because she held out her hand to me again and held it as we went out to her car. She helped me get into the seat on my side.

"I think we'll just go through the drive-thru this time, okay?"

I had just sat down hard on the thing when I got into the car. I swallowed and nodded again and smiled a little weakly.


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Private+Pontiac 16/09/12(Mon)22:09 No. 24673 ID: c91656

Riding in the car (especially Clarice's car) with the plug in was an experience. Being a college kid's vehicle, you could feel a lot of bunps and dips in the surface of the road through the seat. I had never realized this, riding in Clarice's car before. But now it seemed like the road was intentionally doing this to me: Shoving upwards against my seat so the plug shoved upwards into my guts. It didn't exactly hurt, but it was unlike anything I had ever felt before. I liked it, and I felt myself getting an erection besides.

Clarice didn't seem to notice as I adjusted the front of my shorts to accommodate my growing hardness. But as we drove up to the drive-thru, I must have gasped as we went over the curb-ramp into the parking lot. Clarice looked over at me.

"Are you doing alright?" she asked quietly. "You could take it out, you know. Nobody would see."

I swallowed and shook my head. "It's good" I said, a little breathlessly. I braced my hands against the seat and shifted my weight a bit so the base of the plug sat somewhat more comfortably. When I set my weight down on it the shaft pressed up inside me again, and I made a small noise that was not quite a sigh, not quite a moan.

Clarice pulled up and ordered two large chocolate shakes. She shifted into first gear, then reached over and placed her hand on the front of my shorts. I looked around, shocked. Wouldn't somebody notice? But there was only the car in front of us and the car behind us.

She began to press down then, pleasurably stimulating my penis through my shorts. She let up with the palm of her hand and used her fingers to pinch my penis through the fabric, stroking up and down a little bit. There was nothing I could do but swallow and try to look like everything was normal.

Clarice let go of my penis and began to press again, this time leaning towards me and putting some of her weight on her wrist. She had to know that this was pushing my body down into the seat, causing the shaft of the plug to burrow further up inside me. My eyes bulged and I let out a sound like "Hmmmmg!"

She let up again as she moved us forward one car length. We were next in line, and I could see the people through the drive-thru window. Clarice pressed down again, putting even more of her weight into it, just as the girl in the blue-and-white striped hat leaned out the window to hand the car in front of us their order. What was Clarice thinking?! I gripped the door handle until my knuckles turned white, breathing quickly through my nose and whimpering as the pressure intensified.

Finally, the car in front of us began to move out. Clarice suddenly leaned back to her seat and put the car back into gear. I tried to be inconspicuous as I put my hands down and lifted my bottom off the seat slightly, relieving some more of the feeling of aching fullness.

Clarice took out a handful of ones and handed them to the striped-hat girl, then took out her coin purse and picked out exact change and carefully transferred it to the girl's cupped hand. The girl handed Clarice two giant (to me) milkshakes and a handful of napkins, saying a cheerful goodbye. Clarice turned to me and handed me one of the milkshakes, glancing down at my seat and giving me sexy little wink. I took the milkshake with both hands and blushed. She shifted her car into gear again and started back to my house.

The ride home was as bad and good as the ride out, except now I had a milkshake. I took a couple of sips from it, but it was hard to enjoy because I was so distracted. I finally gave up and put the milkshake in a cupholder (where it barely fit next to hers) and put my hands down to my seat, holding myself an inch above its surface, relieving some of the pressure from the plug on my insides. My back and my thighs had gone almost numb from the sensation, and the bunps in the road had made my toes tingle and spark and my knees shake. The base of the plug's pressure against my tail bone was starting to get uncomfortable. By this time my erection was throbbing almost painfully.

Clarice looked over at me with my hands down at my sides. "You okay? Not in the mood for a chocolate shake? What's wrong with you?" she asked with a smile in her voice.

"No, it's good. Just really cold!"

"Okay" she answered, with joking disbelief. She put her hand on top of the milkshake cups as we rounded a corner, to keep them from tipping out of the shallow cupholders onto the floor.

When we got back to my house, the bunp in front of the slanted driveway gave me one final jab up inside. Clarice pulled the emergency brake and took her keys out.

"You okay to get inside?" she asked, taking a pull from her milkshake. I was still holding myself up from my seat.

"I don't know" I answered shakily.

"Aah, lemme help" she said. She got out and came around to my side, opening the door. I took my milkshake in one hand and held out my other. My hand didn't seem to fit very far around the cup, which was now wet with condensation.

"Actually, why don't you give me that. I'll be right back." She jogged up to the door with both our cups in her hands, put one in the crook of her arm to unlock the door, then headed inside. I just sat there feeling the numbness where there used to be a stretching sensation. Clarice came back out and held out both hands. I took them, swung my legs out, and almost collapsed. She caught me easily.

"Whoah, there, easy!" she said with a little laugh. My knees and ankles were so weak I could barely stand, and my erection sat uncomfortably inside my shorts. Clarice helped me up to the door and laid me on my side on the family room couch.

"I put our milkshakes in the freezer," she said. "I think there's something we need to take care of first."


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Private Pontiac 16/09/12(Mon)22:26 No. 24674 ID: c91656

Does anyone have someone in mind when they read Clarice? Who does she look like to you? Care to share who it is?

If you already have someone in your head and don't want to spoil that, then don't bother with this next paragraph.

If anyone is interested in knowing what I see in my head when I'm writing about Clarice, do a google search for "Indiana A Panakia". You'll find my favorite photo set of the pale redheaded model Clarice is based on.


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Private Pontiac 16/09/19(Mon)01:44 No. 24681 ID: c91656

I raised myself up on one elbow and looked at Clarice expectantly. My heart beat faster. Her voice had that special "Let's get to it" ring to it that meant something exciting was about to happen. I reached down and pressed my hand to my crotch, trying to adjust my throbbing erection to a more comfortable position.

Clarice's eyes went to my crotch and I started to blush embarrassedly. Even though we had shared such intimacy, I was still shy about these things until we were in the thick of it.

She knelt next to the couch and kissed me lightly on the lips. My heart started to thump in my chest. "Why don't you let me help you with that?" she said softly, putting her fingers around the outline of my erection through my shorts, pressing and pulling down on it. My hips pushed forward against her hand involuntarily, tightening my buttocks around the base of the plug, which in turn pushed up against my insides.

I closed my eyes with the combined sensations with a gasp and an "Uh!" sound.

Clarice smiled and leaned down to kiss me again. I closed my eyes as her lips pressed against mine, feeling the warmth of the nearness of her face to mine. Her hand let go of my erection and expertly flicked open the button of my shorts and pulled down the zipper. I knew what was coming and raised my hips as she tugged my shorts and underwear down with one hand, pulling them off without bothering to take off my shoes and socks. She put her hands on my sides and slid up my shirt, breaking our kiss so I could put my arms up and let her pull my shirt off. It felt a strange to be naked except for the high-top basketball shoes and bunched-up socks I had chosen that day.

Tossing my shirt down on top of my shorts and underwear, she stepped on the heels of the velcro sport sandals she was wearing, pulling her feet out of each one. In a second, she had her short shorts undone shimmying them down to her feet. With wonderful economy of motion, she straightened up and pulled off her tee shirt and sports bra over her head in a single motion and dropped them at her feet. She had managed to get completely naked in about four seconds. As always, I marveled at her beautiful white skin, set off by her natural red hair, her pink nipples, and the neatly shaped red arrowhead at her mons.

Clarice kicked her pile of clothes next to mine and made to sit down on the couch. I moved my legs out of her way and watched as her body bent and lowered her bottom onto the couch cushion. "Can you stand up for a sec?"

"I think so" I said. She held out her hand as I swung my legs out and tried my weight on them. I had gotten somewhat used to the feeling of the plug inside me, so I stood up without much problem, if a little pigeon-toed. Clarice led me to stand in front of her and put one of her legs down between mine. She shifted so she was sitting on the very edge of the couch. Then she put one of her legs between mine and pulled her foot back so that her knee raised up under me. When her knee reached 90 degrees, I was sitting on her thigh with most of my weight on my crotch: I couldn't really support my weight on my feet. Then she put her hands on my shoulders and leaned me down on top of her, so that all my weight bore down on my erection, which pressed down against the muscle of her thigh.

"Theeeere" Clarice whispered into my ear. In this position, my head reached her collarbone as I straddled her right leg. She put her hands on my hips with her fingers down around my ass cheeks, squeezing and then pressing and pulling, so that my penis ground down against her leg. My body reacted naturally, thrusting against her leg, pulling the skin on my penis tight. As my muscles clenched to thrust, they also clenched around the neck of the plug, causing it to shift inside me. I began thrusting over and over, feeling the warm friction build up between my penis and Clarice's thigh, as her hands grasped my own thighs, pulling and adding to the pressure on my penis each time my hips pushed against her.

I began to get into a rhythm, and I held onto Clarice's shoulders, the better to steady myself as I thrust against her. I started to break into a mild sweat, and Clarice took her hands from my legs for a moment to brush my hair back from my face. As I humped her leg, she flexed her muscles in that leg against me, lifting me up a little bit with each thrust and relaxing back down as I pulled back. The plug felt huge, like it was stretching me out, pushing up into my guts again and again, probing near my inner trigger point but never actually touching it.

I was starting to breathe harder and Clarice's skin was beginning to get damp from the exertion of flexing her leg repeatedly and moving my hips back and forth. With one hand she reached her fingers between my cheeks and pushed at the base of the plug just as I thrust against her. My eyes went wide and I gasped as the thing jammed harder against me, pushing closer to my trigger point and sending shock waves up my back and down the backs of my thighs. My knees and feet went tingly as I stopped mid thrust, panting. Clarice pulled her fingers back and the plug shifted back to its resting position. I pulled my hips back and thrust again, harder. Clarice pushed the plug in again as I thrust.

"Yeah, like that" she encouraged me. "Come on."

We continued like that, then, me thrusting against her hard thigh muscle, her pushing the plug up into me. My legs were completely useless and I had to grip her shoulders tightly as I rubbed against her, shoving all my weight against my surging erection, steadily building towards orgasm.

Then, unexpectedly, Clarice took the base of the plug and tilted it, so that all at once, it bashed against my inner trigger point. All my muscles tightened and I let out a grunt between my teeth, giving three final thrusts with all my might as I reached climax. My head was blank, the plug felt huge inside me as my muscles clenched around it, seeming to suck it in as it pressed against my trigger point, my legs were completely numb and everything from my perineum to my stomach throbbed with the ecstatic itch-heat of orgasm.

Finally, the orgasm subsided. My arms started to shake and I tilted my head forward.

Clarice's fingers wriggled between the base of the plug and the valley floor between my cheeks. She gently pulled so that the thickness came out slowly without stretching too much too fast. She drew the long tapered point out slowly as well, so it slipped out, leaving my insides to relax into their natural shape. It felt good, and I let out a sigh as she took the device and laid it on her other thigh.

She put her hands on my thighs and massaged them as I laid with my head in the hollow of her chin, still panting, feeling hear heartbeat through her jugular vein against the bridge of my nose.


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Anonymous 16/09/25(Sun)17:50 No. 24689 ID: 86cb1d

My god. Here I thought the story dead and I come back to... well, my room has now been white-washed. Yeesh, kinda wish I had my own clarice at that age. I was a horny little bastard to be sure.


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Private Pontiac 16/09/26(Mon)20:54 No. 24691 ID: c4f376

>>24689
Thank you! Having feedback like this is extremely motivating. I appreciate this!


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Private Pontiac 16/09/26(Mon)21:56 No. 24692 ID: c4f376

I lay there for a few minutes, feeling Clarice's heart beat against my nose, the breath from her nose cooling the sweat on my neck and back, being lifted up and down by the steady rise and fall of her chest.

"Hey, don't fall asleep on me." I couldn't tell if she meant "Don't leave me with no company" or literally "Don't fall asleep lying on top of me". I decided it didn't matter.

I sat up and blinked at her sleepily. The front of my body stayed connected to her thigh by strings of clear fluid. I slid off her leg and picked up my underwear, and used it to wipe Clarice off, then myself.

I leaned on the couch to address her. "Want me to go get our milkshakes?"

Clarice took my hand and squeezed it, smiling, staying leaned back on the couch. "Yes please! You're so nice, Sammy!"

I smiled back at her and went to the kitchen. Luckily, Clarice had found a way to put both milkshakes in the freezer door, so I didn't have to reach up and back inside the freezer. I couldn't tell which one was mine, but they were both full so I decided it didn't matter. I took a pull from the straw on the right.

When I approached with the freezing cold cups, Clarice sat forward on the couch to take hers.

"Thank you, Sammy!" She leaned in for a kiss.

"Mmmmwah!" she finished with a loud smack. "Oh, your lips are cold!" She licked her own. "And chocolatey! Yum!"

I took another pull on my milkshake, letting a little bit stay on my lips on the outside. Clarice leaned in to kiss me again, sticking out her tongue slightly to lick the milkshake off. "Hmm hm hm!" she giggled softly.

The next time I left some milkshake in my mouth and French kissed her, letting her tongue find the cold chocolateyness. This time our mouthes parted with a slurp. I grinned and giggled to myself, enjoying this game.

I took a long drink and held a mouthful of milkshake and kissed Clarice open-mouthed, letting her lick and suck it out. When she sat back this time, she sat there savoring the taste before swallowing.

"That," she told me "is really good."

I was pleased with myself and did it again. Clarice's lips suctioned onto mine and pulled the milkshake smoothly from my mouth into hers, swallowing slowly, eyes closed.

When our kiss finished it took her a second to open her eyes. "You know, I'm ending up eating a lot of your milkshake. That's not very fair, is it?"


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Private Pontiac 16/09/27(Tue)01:19 No. 24694 ID: c4f376

I shrugged. I was getting the benefit of the chocolatey milkshake and kissing my favorite beautiful naked woman who loved me. I wasn't about to complain about anything in my life.

Clarice was drawing a big mouthful of milkshake through her straw. She leaned foreward and kissed me. I sucked at her lips and the cold, creamy stuff flowed into my mouth. I broke off after a moment, swallowing.

"Huh! That's cold!" Clarice gave a tight-lipped smile and a chuckle, putting her hands on the edge of the couch and leaning nearer to me. I took some more, sticking my tonge out and licking inside her mouth, feeling the chilly milkshake clump around my teeth and freezing the back of my throat. I pulled back again to avoid getting an ice cream headache. "Wah!"

She swallowed the rest herself and took my hand. "C'mere." She leaned back on the couch and pulled me up to sit straddling her thighs. She took another big pull from her straw and tipped her head back, lips up, inviting. I drank from her lips again, slowly, letting it melt a little as it passed from her mouth to mine. I put my hand on the back of the couch to hold myself up, bent over her face like that, my cup in my other hand. Our lips stayed together for a while even after the milkshake had gone down my throat, our tongues pushing and twirling around each other.

I sat up and leaned sideways to set my cup on an end table as Clarice drew more of her milkshake into her mouth. I put my cold hand on her neck as I bent down to suck from her lips again. She let out a surprised little "Mmh!" when I touched her neck and her hands slid up my sides. Suddenly, her fingers wiggled and dug into my ribs.

I involuntarily let out a yelp, spewing milkshake on the lower half of her face. It dripped down her chin and her neck, shoulders and chest.

"Aaaw, Sammy?!"

"What? I couldn't help it, it was your fault!" I immediately started licking the stuff off her, scrambling down to lick a running drip from her ribs before it got on the couch. Then I lapped up several rivulets from below her sternum up towards her neck. I started licking a wet patch from her shoulder to her neck and her hair tickled my nose. As I reached her neck, I sucked in a little to take the stuff into my mouth.

"Aah, Sammy, don't give me a hickey!"

I sat back and frowned at her. "What?"

"Don't suck like that on my neck or you'll give me a hickey!"

"What's a hickey?"

"It's like a bruise you get when you suck on someone's skin," she explained. "You've never seen that?"

"Uh, no," I said, disbelieving.

"I'll have to give you one, sometime. It feels kinda nice sometimes, but you have to do it where people can't see it."

"Hmm," I said, still not convinced. I was more interested in licking off the milkshake that had run down between her breasts, then up the middle of her neck, and finally off her cheeks and chin.

When I finished, she asked me "Want some more?" and put the straw in her mouth, not waiting for an answer. I kissed her and drew some milkshake into my own mouth, then disengaged and let it fall from my mouth onto her chest again.

"Aagh! Sam-my!" Clarice exclaimed with her mouth still half full of milkshake.

This time she had to hug her arms to her sides, pressing her breasts inward to keep the stuff from dripping off her sides. I started at her navel and left a wet sticky trail all the way up her body to the little dip between her collar bones.

When I sat up and looked into her eyes, she had a jokingly disapproving look as she took another pull from her straw and offered it to me. This time, I put my hand down to her right breast, holding it up so her nipple pointed into my mouth. I puckered my cold lips and put them on the very tip of the pink, and Clarice began a squeal down in her throat. I opened my mouth, keeping the seal tight against her skin, letting the chilly milkshake come in contact with her nipple. As I drew a circle around her areola with my tongue, stirring the milkshake around it, the squeal in her throat rose in pitch until she sucked in her breath and bit her lower lip, breathing quickly. I sucked in gently, withdrew my mouth and swallowed, then ran my tongue over the now very stiff nipple so I wouldn't leave any milkshake behind.

Clarice was looking at me, sort of half smiling but also looking a little mad. "That was really, really cold!" she half scolded me.

"That's what you get for tickling me like that," I said defensively, smiling. "Do you want me to do the other one?"

She pursed her lips at me, but then looked down at her other nipple. "Yes."

Clarice passed me more milkshake and I put my mouth over her left nipple, swirling my tongue around the surface of her breast until it came to a stiff little point. When I sucked the milkshake away again I asked her "So did I give you a hickey on your breasts?"

"No" she said, "You didn't suck hard enough. It's just that your neck is really sensitive to hickeys, so you have to be really careful. Do you want to try to give me one?"

"What, on your neck?"

"No! No, somewhere where nobody can see it."

"How about right here?" I asked, touching a soft spot below her collar bone.

"Nope, people would see that when I wear my swimsuit."

"Oh."

"How about right here?" She touched the skin just to the left of her right nipple; a rounded area of pale skin. "Just put your mouth on it and suck as hard as you can for as long as you can, and it'll make a nice dark hickey."

I didn't believe her that it would leave a mark, especially since she had sucked on the surfaces of my body plenty of times without leaving a mark. Still, I didn't mind the idea of pressing my face into the softness of her breast. "Okay."

I laid down on the couch and laid my head on her slightly sticky chest and put my hand under her breast so the swell came up to my lips. I opened my mouth and put it on her and started sucking.

Clarice lightly brushed my hair away from my face. "There you go. A little harder."

I sucked harder, pulling the skin into my mouth, between my teeth. "Ooh, don't bite." I did my best to keep my lips down around my teeth, sucking and sucking, until my lips and tongue ached and my jaw started to hurt. "Mmmh, yeah! Just a little more!" Finally, my mouth just gave out. The skin of her breast popped out of my mouth, and I sat up to look at it.

Next to her delicate pink nipple, the pale surface of her skin showed a mass of tiny red pinpricks inside the dark red circle where I had been sucking. As I watched, the pinpricks widened and grew together, turning into a single purple blotch. I looked up at Clarice's face, wide-eyed.

"See?" she said. "That's a hickey. Now you can see why I wouldn't want them on my neck."

"Yeah!" I nodded.


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Private Pontiac 16/10/03(Mon)00:58 No. 24699 ID: c4f376

I thought for a second. "Why would you want that on your neck?"

Clarice gave a short laugh. "Hmm hmm! I can show you why." She put her hands behind my back and sat up. She held me close so my penis pressed into her lower belly, causing it to throb and start to stiffen. Then she put her nose under my chin and tipped my head back, kissing me in the middle of my neck, then a little to my left, then a little further, and a little further, until she reached the soft place under my ear. I heard the sticky sound of her lips separating and her tongue moving inside her mouth as her jaw opened wide. A warm breath blew across my neck and feathered my hair as her lips slowly sealed around a wide section of my tender neck skin. After a moment, she began to close her jaws again, creating a slight suction as her lips pulled slowly across my neck, ending with a puckered whisper of a "smack". Then she did it again, a little further down towards where my neck met my shoulder. Then again, turning her head sideways and doing it directly over my throat. As her lips came together, she flicked the spot with her tongue so it left a small wet patch. She tilted her head to my right and started doing the same on that side, sucking at my neck, pulling the skin up slightly between her lips. The feeling made my head spin.

Clarice continued kissing her way down to my shoulder, then leaned me back a little to make her way from my right to my left collarbone, then down to my chest. I put my hands up under her hair onto her shoulders. As I caressed the sides of her neck, she stopped to twirl her tongue around my left nipple, sucking at it with a wet slurp, then kiss/sucking her way across my chest to my right nipple. As she worked her way slowly back up to my neck, I hugged her head to me, putting my hands behind her head, curling my fingers in her hair.

At last, she gave me one final smack on the side of my neck. She leaned back on the couch again and waited for me to open my eyes, which I did, eventually.

"And now you get why it's easy to get them on your neck."

I nodded, a little spacey. "Did you give me some?"

"Ah, no. I'd have a hard time explaining that to your parents."

I felt a cold stab in my chest, then. I knew that our relationship was wrong, that Clarice wasn't supposed to have a boyfriend as young as me, and that we would both be in unimaginable trouble if we were found out, especially Clarice.

I looked down at the spot I had made next to her right nipple, which had turned into a solid black patch, like she'd fallen against something hard and bruised herself.

"Yeah, I guess so."


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Private Pontiac 16/10/03(Mon)23:40 No. 24700 ID: c4f376

I leaned forward with my hands high up on her thighs. "Can I have more shake? Pleeeeeease?"

"Sure!" Clarice passed me more from her mouth. I scooted back off her knees and stood between them, leaning over her body.

"Mmmmllaaaaah..." I relaxed my jaw and my mouthful of melted ice cream dropped directly onto her belly button with a splat.

"Sam-my!"

I smiled, still dribbling a little from my lower lip. "Don't worry, I'll clean it off." I bent down and started licking it in a circle, spreading the stuff all around across her belly before starting to slurp it up. Because of the slant of her body, a little of it trickled down into the red arrowhead of hair. "Aaah, Sammy! It's going to get all sticky!"

"Don't worry!" I said again. Clarice's stomach muscles clenched as she tried not to laugh while I sucked the milkshake out of her belly button. She obligingly spread her knees wide so I could lean against her. I stuck my tongue in to get the last of it. Then I started slurping and licking lower, opening my mouth and sucking small areas of her skin ("Probably not enough to give her hickeys", I thought to myself). When I reached her little thatch of hair, I knelt on the carpet and put my tongue out, spread wide, and started at the very tip.

Clarice caught her breath, then sighed as I licked upward, letting the short hairs tickle my tongue and lips. I paid especial attention to the top of the arrow, where the milkshake had gotten into it. Soon the hair was darkly saturated with my slobber. I went back down to the point of the arrow, which just barely touched the beginning of the fold of her pussy. I touched the spot with the tip of my tongue, then made my tongue broad and flat so it spread out, covering the tip of the arrow and the very top of the delicate skin inside her slit. I rubbed my tongue in a small circle around the spot.

She closed her eyes. "Mmmm, Sammy. . ." Clarice put one hand down and touched the side of my head.

My tongue came away leaving a silvery thread of saliva that drooped down and broke almost immediately. I trailed one hand from one of her knees, barely touching her pussy lips with my fingertips, then trailing along her other thigh to her other knee. I knee-walked sideways to the end table and took my own milkshake down, taking a small drink, then filling my mouth with it. I knee-walked back until I was kneeling between Clarice's legs again, my face level with her pussy. I put my hands on the insides of her thighs with my thumbs near her outer lips and pressed a little, making the lips spread open and reveal the shiny pink shaft and petals.

I looked up to Clarice's face. She had half opened her eyes and was looking down at me, with my mouthful of freezing cold milkshake. I flicked my eyes down to her pussy then looked up at her again. Her eyes opened wider. "Sammy?"

I began to lower my mouth towards her.

"Sammy? Sammy! No!" Her leg muscles tightened under my hands as she realized what I was about to do, but she didn't actually close them or push my head away. I put my puckered lips to her pussy at the top of her inner labia just as she began to say my name with a distressed whine to it.

"Sammyyyyyyeeeeeee YOOOW! OH! Oh, Sammy! Oh!" Clarice's voice rose to a yelp as I opened my mouth and let the cold ice cream come into contact with her warm pussy. I held my mouth tight against her, moving my tongue around so the milkshake pushed against her pussy, between the folds of the petals and dipped into her vagina. Her hand on my head grabbed a handful of hair, but pulled my face towards her rather than away. Her other hand grabbed the back of the couch, her leg muscles flexed and shuddered but didn't clamp together around my head. The muscles on the front of her body clenched as she gasped over and over. "Oh god, Sammy! It's so cold!"

I stuck my tongue out below my lower lip to dip it further into her crack, and a little bit of milkshake dribbled down between her ass cheeks. Instinctively, I put my fingers up to catch it before it could drip onto the couch cushion. This made her jump, further breaking the seal of my mouth against her pussy, causing more of the milkshake to pour out and down. It landed on her piled-up clothes on the floor, in the cup of her sports bra, on her panties, on her shorts.

I quickly resealed the gap and slurped down the rest of the milkshake. Clarice was still panting a little when I looked up at her. "Want me to do that again?"

She took a couple more deep breaths. "No" she said, not mad but quite firm, "thank you."

I went back down, licking out the rest of the milkshake, from low in the crack all the way up to the top of her pussy. When I ran my tongue up and down between the soft pink petals, I let my breath warm her flesh.

"Mmmh, Sammy. That's much better." Her hand stroked my hair back from my forehead.


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Private Pontiac 16/12/17(Sat)00:25 No. 24841 ID: 1c8a9a

I pulled my face back and looked at her. Before today, I had only seen this part of her in the wet, shadowy half-light of the shower. Now she was spreading her legs in front of me, leaning back on the couch in the indirect light that came in through the curtains of the family room.

The milky white of her inner thighs faded to a light pink at the center. From this close up, I could see the tiny pores on the outer lips where the hair follicles grew from. When I let go with my thumbs, the outer lips came together and the whole thing nestled together in the narrow crease. When I pulled them apart with my thumbs again, the pink petals opened out a little.

"It's okay to stare" Clarice said, and I realized that I was staring.

"Sorry!" I said quickly, taking my hands away.

"I said it's okay, Sammy! Here, let me show you."

She put her hands down and spread her outer lips with her fingertips. "Look," she said, "These right here are called the 'labia majora', which is just Latin for 'big lips'."

So they are called lips, I thought. "I never knew body parts had scientific names, just animals."

"Pretty much everything in biology has a name in Latin," Clarice said. She put one finger down and just barely touched the two folded pink petals in the middle. "These are called the 'labia minora'. Small lips."

She moved her finger upward and traced along the middle up to the shaft at the top of her pussy. "This part covers up my clitoris."

I said it back to myself under my breath. CLITTER-iss. The word reminds me of her name. "What's that?" I asked.

Clarice laid two fingers along her labia majora and started massaging them slowly. "It's a really sensitive spot that hurts when you touch it directly, so it's covered by this part, called the hood." She spread the lips gently and the opening beneath it did look kind-of like a hood, coming down over where the inner lips began. "I'll pull it back so you can see my clitoris, but please don't touch it, okay?"

"I won't", I promised, putting my hands on my thighs and leaning forward attentively.

She used her two fingers to pull the skin at the top of her pussy back and apart, moving the hood up and exposing a tiny, slightly darker pink, shiny lump of flesh. I stared at it, fascinated.

"See, right here?" She touched a spot just above it, not quite touching the clitoris itself. She held still for maybe a minute. "Seen enough?" she asked. I nodded, still staring. She let the skin relax and cover over the little nub again.

Clarice moved her fingertips down and pulled the pulled apart the inner petals. "This is where the urethra is. It's really tiny so it might be hard to see. It's right here," she said, circling the spot with one fingertip.

"I've never heard of that" I said. I'd heard of the clitoris and vagina when my parents taught me the basics, but I'd never heard of that part.

"Well, it's, um, my pee-hole" Clarice said, a little haltingly.

I leaned in closer, staring at the darker pink area between the petals. "Oh, I think I just barely see it there."

She moved her fingers down lower. "And you've already met my vagina," she said, smiling. She held her inner labia apart with her index and ring finger and dipped the tip of her middle finger into the moist opening. She circled the opening lightly, spreading the moistness around the surface outside.

"It gets wet like this when I'm turned on, like when we're kissing or when we're naked together like this," she explained, holding it open a little, allowing me to see the dark pink just inside the tight muscular hole.

After a few more moments of letting me stare, Clarice put her hands on the sofa cushion beneath her and pulled one leg up to rest her foot on the edge of the cushion, tipping her pelvis up and spreading her pale, rounded buttocks apart.

"And this is my anus" she said matter-of-factly. "AKA my butthole."

"Oh," I said, a little embarrassed. Somehow I expected it to smell bad, but it didn't. I couldn't help looking, though. The soft white skin was pulled tight and descended toward the pink pucker of the opening, tiny folds all coming together where the skin turned a slightly darker pink. I wondered if this was what mine must look like, what it might look like as it was pried open by an advancing finger or the smooth rounded tip of a plug.

Clarice put her foot back on the carpet and shifted her weight again so that her pussy was front-and-center before my face. "Well, now you've seen everything," she said, sounding somehow satisfied.

"You know, I think there may be some milkshake still left around here," she suggested, massaging her labia again.

I put my hands on her inner thighs and lowered my mouth onto her obligingly, putting my tongue down into the opening of her vagina and beginning a slow lick from the bottom to the top of her pussy.

"Mmmmh, my darling boy" she sighed, putting her hand on my cheek as I ran my tongue up and down between her labia, searching for traces of milkshake that weren't there. I didn't mind. The juice in her vagina was delicious and slightly sticky. It made my mouth water, continuously coating my tongue with saliva.

I swirled my tongue in a circle around the spot where her inner labia met her hood. I tried licking the hood upward. Clarice sighed again and ran her fingers through my hair. I continued to alternate between running my tongue up and down and circling that spot. Clarice's eyes were closed, and she was breathing from deep in her belly, making waves across her body as her abs would expand, then her ribs, then her abs would go down, then her ribs would come down to rest again.

I put my hands under and around her thighs near her hips, the better to pull myself against her. As her breathing began to catch, I concentrated my licking over the spot where her clitoris was hidden, where I could feel the hard little nub under its protective hood.

I don't know how long I worked at licking her pussy as she touched my head and face encouragingly and moaned softly. My jaw began to ache from holding my mouth open and my tongue out for so long. Clarice must have noticed my licking getting weaker because she ran her nails across my scalp and said "Sammy, thank you so much. How about we give your tongue a break?" I sat back and retracted my tongue, opening and closing my teeth to work out the stiffness.

Having my face smothered in the flavor and scent and feel of her pussy had done nothing to lessen the aching stiffness protruding from between my legs, and it stood out as I scooted back when Clarice sat forward on the couch and knelt on the carpet in front of me.

"Here, lay down this way." She laid me on my back. She reached into one of the pockets in her short shorts and pulled out a rubber band and used it to draw her hair up into a messy knot behind her head. Then she threw one knee over me, straddling my legs. She bent down and put her arms around me, held my head in one hand and began kissing me. Her nipples grazed my chest as her mouth covered mine, sucking at my lips and pushing her tongue in around my tongue.

After a couple of minutes, she disengaged from my mouth and knee-walked up so her knees were on either side of my hips. She sat up straight, seeming to tower over me, adjusted her knee stance so that her hips were low over mine, put her hand down between us to grasp my penis. She pulled the tip across the mushy warmth of her pussy, bending the shaft slightly, so that when it found her vagina it popped inside. Clarice took her hand away and spread her fingers on her thighs, lowering herself down, her vagina swallowing my dick. As she settled, her pussy came to rest at the base of my dick, her thighs and buttocks touching my body, but her weight mostly resting on her knees. She wiggled her hips from side to side then, grinding down on my body, rolling my hips back and forth a little bit.

Clarice leaned forward and put her hands on the carpet, her knees still splayed out to the sides. The front part of her pussy was against me, and just the tip of her red furry arrow tickled me just above the base of my penis. She looked down at me and smiled with her mouth open as she tilted her hips just slightly, barely pressing herself against the front of my body. Then she raised her hips slightly, sliding up my penis and rocking back just a couple of inches. Then she came down and grazed the front of her pussy across my front again. Her cheeks began to turn the palest shade of pink.

After a few of these slow, barely-touching passes, I realized that she was pressing her clitoris against me, gently stimulating it beneath its protective hood. For me, it meant short strokes of her hot moistness along the shaft and head of my penis, agonizing in their slowness.

Clarice continued to breathe through her mouth and closed her eyes, pressing against me again and again. I placed my hands on her thighs, but she reached down and took one of my hands and held it to her breast. I held her tits, then, massaging and running my thumbs over the tips and around her beautiful pink areolas. Her face was turning more and more pink as the flush traveled down her neck and across her breasts.

With her knees out to the sides, her thighs touched my hips firmly, rolling gently forward and back. All in all, she was barely moving, but I could tell that the movements she made had major effects inside her. I could feel a tiny bead of moisture trickle from her pussy down my shaft to my balls. She turned her head to one side, her pretty eyebrows coming together and a whispered "Ohhhhh" came from deep in her throat. She turned her head the other way then, almost as if she were searching for something inside herself, lost in concentration.

"Clarice?" I asked. "Does it hurt?"

She smiled wide-open-mouthed smile and shook her reddening face no just slightly, barely getting out the response "Nuhhh..." She definitely wasn't in pain, then, just in a deep concentrated trance, focused on moving her body just slightly forward and back, slipping the front of her pubis against mine. The redness had spread down her neck and across her breasts and down and was turning her belly pink. Her skin radiated a feverish heat. The juice had begun to trickle down the sides of my shaft into the spaces between my balls and my thighs.

Her lips had turned dark from the flush of blood under her skin. After a minute or so, I was surprised to see a thin silvery thread of saliva drip from her lower lip. I was a little worried that she was so lost that she couldn't even keep from drooling. The line of saliva swung back and forth with her movements, forming a small wet spot in the carpet above my head. But after a few minutes of this, she sucked in a breath, breaking the thread and pulling it back into her mouth, then bit her lower lip as her brows furrowed even deeper in concentration.

Clarice began to move ever so slightly faster, let her weight press down against me just a little more.

"Mmmmnnnnhh..." She tipped her head back, stretching her neck from side to side. Then she opened her mouth back to the heavy-breath O that she'd had before. She held her head as if she were about to look down at my face, down just below her breasts, but her eyes were still squeezed shut.

Her breath began to come more quickly, in time with her hips' careful movement against me. Her belly and ribs expanded and collapsed with each breath, mostly just heavy exhalations, but once in a while a slightly voiced "...Ohhh..." The juice from her pussy ran down over my balls and into my crack.

I could see a drop beginning to form on her lower lip again just as her head moved back to one side. Her face and her motions suggested that she was on the verge of discovering something.

"...Ohhhh... Oh... Oh! ... Oh, oh God, Sammy!" Her weight came down on me harder still but still with the gentle back-and-forth motion, not the grinding, crushing move she had used when she was on top of me before.

"Sammyyy. . . !" Clarice's hips stopped at the top of their push against me and her muscles seemed to lock up, shuddering and shaking. The drip fell from her lower lip again. Her back and shoulders were hunched up over me and her breath caught in her throat and a strangled "Ngh! Nnnnnngngh!" was all that came out.

After a few seconds like that, all of her breath came out in a whoosh as all her muscles seemed to relax at once. Her legs straightened out and she rolled off to lay beside me, my dick slipping out of her moist heat into the shocking cool of room temperature.

Clarice laid with her head next to mine, lying on the crook of her left elbow. She laid her right leg over my legs and put her right hand across my chest. Her face and chest still radiated heat from the red flush as her caught her breath. Still lying on my back, I turned my head to face her, her eyes sparkling as they met mine.

"That," she said between breaths, "was a clitoral orgasm." She smiled broadly.

"Do you have to be that careful?" I asked. "It seems like it was... kinda hard."

Clarice blinked her eyes slowly. "Hmmmm, only if you're doing it a certain way. Remember when we had sex out here before?"

I nodded.

"Wellll, going in and out really hard is only one way to do it. If you're gentle and just barely touch it, you can stimulate just the clitoris for an amazing orgasm. If you do it right, it takes a long time. Sorry about that." Her eyelids went down and up lazily.

I hadn't really noticed the time. Having her beautiful body above me, my penis being gently squeezed by her hot, moist pussy, squeezing her breasts... That had been enough for me.

"It's okay... What's an orgasm?"

Clarice sighed with her eyes closed and smiled again. "That, just now, was a heck of an orgasm. You've had orgasms with me. It's when the... the good feeling goes up and up and up and at the very top it goes 'Pshhhh!'" she made an exploding motion with her right hand, then let it drop onto my chest. "That's an orgasm."

"Oh." I'd already figured out that Clarice had climaxes similar to what I had, but I hadn't known there was a word for it.

She rolled a little closer to me and put her right thigh up so that it laid across my hardness. She put her right index finger above my mouth.

"Lick?" she said, not commanding, just asking. I complied and licked the pad of her finger wetly. She put her hand back down to my chest and began to circle my left nipple with her fingertip. The leg she had thrown over me pressed more firmly against my erection, then began to slide down, pulling the skin pleasantly tight.

Clarice moved her head down to my chest and kissed my right nipple while still fingering the left, slowly moving her thigh up and down to stroke my penis. She sucked at my nipple, drawing it gently into her mouth. For a moment, I thought she was going to try to give me a hickey to match the one I'd given her. Through the haze of pleasure, I was slightly worried she might do that, feeling how sensitive my nipples were already.

But after a minute or so her lips came away from my nipple with a small smack. She sat up a little and smiled down into my eyes. "Don't move". The redness in her face had gone down somewhat, receding to pinkish splotches on her cheekbones.

"Kay."

She slid across the carpet to the side table and grabbed one of our milkshakes and scooted back over to me. She took a sip and pursed her lips, bringing her head down to me and filling my mouth with cold chocolateyness again. She took another drink and leaned over my body to put her mouth over my right nipple, letting the milkshake come into contact with the sensitive skin there. It wasn't enough to make me exclaim, but it was an unusual and somewhat pleasant sensation as her tongue came through the cold milkshake to stir it around my hardening nipple. After a couple of minutes, she removed her mouth with a slurp, taking the melting ice cream with her and swallowing. Then she did the same to my left nipple, this time sucking a little bit harder and flicking at my stiffening nipple with the tip of her tongue.

Clarice stroked her palm down the middle of my body and over my penis, dipping her fingers between my thighs to caress my balls, then stroked back up to grip my shaft firmly and began to stroke. The pussy juice she had left on it had become sticky, so her hand couldn't slide smoothly, so she pulled down, then released slightly and grazing her fingertips back up, then gripping tightly again to pull back down.

After a minute or so of this, she peeled her fingers away from my penis and took her mouth away from my chest, swallowing and licking away a few drops that had escaped. Then she took another mouthful of milkshake and half-smiled at me as she scooted down my body to put her face level with my crotch. She took my dick with her right thumb and forefinger and pointed it upward. Then she brought her pursed lips to the head and kissed the tip. Then her lips parted and her head slid down over it, surrounding my hardness with the freezing cold milkshake.

I gasped at the sensation: It was shockingly cold, especially after having been inside the heat of her pussy. She put her right hand on my hip, holding me as she slowly bobbed her head up and down, sliding my dick in and out of the quickly melting ice cream in her mouth. After half a minute or so, she brought her head up so she was just kissing the tip again and swallowed. "More?" she asked.

I nodded.

Clarice took another mouthful of milkshake and repeated the treatment, bathing my throbbing dick in the thick, chilling sensation as she moved her head back and forth. I had the fingers of my left hand spread out on the carpet, but I put my right hand on her pale shoulder where it met her neck. As cold as it was, it seemed that my penis had enough blood in it to keep it warm and throbbingly hard inside her mouth.

After another minute, Clarice swallowed the milkshake and held herself up on one elbow. She took the milkshake and removed the lid, dipping two fingers in, then setting the cup aside, well out of the way. She laid down again and caught the tip of my penis with her lips and began to suck again. She put her hand between my thighs, touching my body behind my balls. The moist chocolate activated the sticky lube and made it slippery again, and thanks to the time I'd spent with the plug inside, stretching me out, those two fingers slid easily into my pussy, making me gasp.

Instinctively, I rolled a little onto my right side, making it easier for Clarice to move her hand under and between my thighs as she sucked at my dick. Her head bobbed with a steady rhythm as her fingers slid out slightly then back inside me, stretching me open still wider as she pushed them in all the way to the knuckles. She held them there, pushing against the opening with the rest of her hand, pushing my body against her face as she continued to stroke my dick with her lips.

My hips wanted to move on their own, to thrust into Clarice's mouth, but I didn't want to surprise her or, worse yet, make her gag, and I didn't know what would happen with her fingers inside me if I moved, so I held still, letting the sensations wash over me as the itch and burn began to build.

Clarice drew her fingers halfway out of me and began to twiddle her fingers back and forth in a motion like her legs kicking as she swam, stirring me up and stretching out my muscular ring still more. At the same time, her mouth began to suck harder, drawing my penis into her and pulling it as she pulled her head back.

I felt the orgasmic burn building inside me and I began to breathe faster, caught between her churning fingers and her stroking, sucking mouth. Finally I couldn't help myself and I put both hands on her head and pushed with my hips, bringing my body all the way up to her face so her nose pressed into my lower abdomen. At the same time, she shoved her thrashing fingers back up and in, as if she were forcing the orgasm to explode inside me and out through my throbbing dick. The pulsing burn engulfed my lower body and sent tingles down my legs to my toes and down my arms to my fingertips. I felt the cum surging out into Clarice's mouth as her tongue wrapped around the head of my penis, sucking it all out.

Finally, I collapsed flat on my back. Clarice pulled her fingers out of me with a "schluck" sound and scooted up to put her head level with mine. As my breath heaved and my heart went on hammering after my climax, she bent her head down and kissed me, putting her tongue deep into my mouth. As our tongues rubbed against each other, the flavor of my cum filled my mouth and I swallowed, breathing hard through my nose to keep my mouth attached to hers. Then she laid her head down next to mine, putting her arm and leg over me again and pulling me up against her body.


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Private_Pontiac 17/01/31(Tue)00:18 No. 24910 ID: d56356

We laid like that for some time. The back of my head started to get uncomfortable lying on the floor, so I put my hand under it. It wasn't much more comfortable that way.

Clarice sighed. "Yeah, guess we better get up off the floor, huh?" She rolled over on her back and stretched, arching her back beautifully. I sat up. Her clothes were still in a heap in front of the couch with melted, drying milkshake all over them.

"Oh man," she said, getting to her feet. "I better make sure that stuff is cleaned out of the carpet or your mom will kill me." She picked up the plug that was standing point-up on the end table and tossed it to me. "Wash that with soap and water and put it away, okay?" I nodded and made for the bathroom. As I went, I noted how clean it appeared to be. I shouldn't have been surprised, considering how much effort I put into making myself clean for Clarice. But it had been in my butt (pussy) so I guess I expected something. But it only smelled like the hard rubber it was made out of and was sticky from the lube that had dried up on its surface. I went in the bathroom and washed the plug carefully, stroking it base-to-tip with my soapy hands and rinsing it with hot water, then dried it on a hand towel. I held it like a sword hilt as I took it back to my room and hid it.

When I came back to the living room, Clarice was down on all fours scrubbing at a spot on the carpet with a wet towel. She sat back and looked at the spot.

"I think that'll do it," she said, wiping her forehead. Her hair was still banded up in a messy knot, and there was just a little pink left in her cheeks. "I'll have to wash these clothes before I can wear them again," she added, picking up the pile of her clothes; everything she had worn that day besides her sandals. "Do we need to wash your underwear or shorts? I know that lubricant can sometimes be messy if you're not used to using it."

I picked up my clothes from where she'd thrown them. I hadn't felt it, but it turned out there was some sticky leftover lube in my underpants. "Here, I'll wash those too. Be right back!" I sat down on the couch, not really knowing what to do with myself. I listened to Clarice open the washer, let it fill with water and put soap in. The lid came down with that familiar echoing boom as the wash cycle started up.

Clarice approached me through the kitchen.

"You know," she said, coming to sit down on the floor in front of me, "I never gave you a hickey back. Do you want one?"

I grinned and nodded.

"Where should I put it?"

"I don't know!"

She picked up one of my feet. "Should I do it on your toe? Make it look like you stubbed it?" She put big toe between her teeth and bit down gently. I laughed and said "No!"

"Hoooow about on your leg?" She grabbed a handful of my calf muscle and squeezed it. "No? How about here?"

She leaned foreward and opened her lips wide, preparing to suction them onto my kneecap. I gasped, "No!" I could barely hold still but I knew that if I moved my leg I'd end up kneeing Clarice in the mouth. I squeezed my eyes shut to try and resist the tickle, but it never came.

When I opened my eyes, she was leaning over my chest. "Hooow about I give you one like you gave me?" She gave me a slurping kiss on my chest.

"Hmm-mm" I shook my head.

"Well, I should probably do it in a spot that would be covered up by your swim trunks."

I nodded yes.

"How about here?" She reached out and pinched the side of my bottom, making me squirm and pull away from her, giggling.

"Hmmm. How about right here?" She placed two fingers on my lower abdomen, just above the base of my penis.

"Won't that hurt?" I asked, a little nervous about the prospect of having a bruise somewhere so tender.

"Mm, maybe a little," she grinned up at me reassuringly. "I promise I'll be gentle. Here, lay down."

She had me lay lengthwise on the couch and she bent over me. I raised my head up and leaned on my elbows, looking down at her. My penis had begun to harden from her attention, and she held it back and away with her left hand and spread her right hand out on my belly. Clarice ran her tongue back and forth across the area, making a big wet patch.

Clarice looked up and made eye contact with me with a little smile. "Okay, here goes!"

Then she opened her lips wide and placed them right at the base of my penis and began to suck. At first it was just a gentle pull on the surface of my skin. I felt her tongue push up against it, then pull back into her mouth, creating more vaccuum. Her cheeks pulled in as the suction increased, pulling hard at my skin. As the bulge inside her mouth swelled, it began to push against her teeth. At first it was just a slight poking sensation, but as her tongue thrashed and the suction grew, her teeth began to dig into the flesh pulling up into her mouth.

I took a deep breath and bit my lip. The pain wasn't that bad, but it was slowly getting worse. Clarice's eyes were closed, and she breathed deeply through her nose. She moved her neck slightly and let out a little "Mmmnh" sound, still working her tongue to try and create more vaccuum inside her mouth. I tried to hold as still as possible and bear with the discomfort. But soon I was at the limit of what I could put up with, but I still tried, leaning my head back and gritting my teeth and trying not to whimper.


Finally Clarice began to pull her head up, and with a loud slurping sound, the seal of her lips broke and my skin snapped back into place. I sat up further to look down at it: Two semicircles of teeth marks on either side of a dark red area that was quickly turning purple. I poked at the teeth marks with a finger, feeling the indentations.

Clarice sat back on her heels and massaged her jaw with her hand, working it up and down, side to side. "Mmmn. Well, I did my best! What do you think?"

I'd never had a hickey before, so I had no idea. I looked at the one I'd given her on her breast. "I guess it's good!" I said with a half smile. "Bigger than yours, anyway."


She fingered the purple and black splotch next to her nipple. "I like the one you gave me," she said, starting to get up, "Because it's from you, and I love you." She kissed me on the forehead and stood up the rest of the way. "Now let's get the milkshake washed off us before it gets too sticky!"

I followed her into the master bathroom. She turned on the water and had me stand on the ledge and aimed the shower head and rinsed me off, front and back. Then she pointed the head down and stepped in front of it with the soap in one hand. She washed each of my legs up and down with quick swipes of her hands. She quickly but carefully washed my genitals, causing my penis to harden yet again. She seemed to ignore it, but she gently fingered the massive hickey she had given me.

"Does it hurt?"

"Not really," I answered. It was true. Although it looked like a terrible bruise just above the base of my penis, there was only a tiny bit of soreness on the very surface, and not the deep penetrating pain it looked like it should have.

Clarice smiled and leaned close to my face. "Good," she said, running her hand over it, being careful not to touch my erection, "It's a beauty!" Then washed my arms, my belly, my chest, then had me turn around and she washed my back.

"Can you do your face?" she asked me. I nodded and got down off the ledge and put my face under the water, soaking my hair in the process. Clarice signed and said "Guess I'll wash your hair too, then." She quickly lathered and rinsed my long blond hair, then stroked conditioner through it.

"Here, you do me now" she said, handing me the soap. It took me longer to wash her body, rubbing up and down each leg with the bar of soap, then having her rinse it off under the water. She had me wash her pussy, putting one foot up on the ledge so I could reach between her thighs. "Careful not to get soap inside my vagina," she said as she watched me delicately running my fingers between the smooth folds. Then she aimed the water so it poured down the front of her body and down between her legs. I soaped the front of her body up between her breasts, then across, cupping my hands around each one and gently squeezing out to the nipples. Then I reached up and soaped each arm, scrubbing down and up, eventually working my way down to her fingers. Then she turned her back and had me do that as well, starting at the back of her neck and the little hairs that had tiny droplets of water on them. I worked my way down to her ass and watched as the bubbles slid down the pale rounded surface to her thighs.

I was somewhat hesitant to go near her crack, but she seemed to sense this because she put her hands back and pulled her ass cheeks apart and said "Go ahead."

I soaped each hand and put it in to gingerly wash the inner surface of her butt crack. The light wasn't great in the shower so I could barely see the pink in the middle, the only place on her I'd never really looked at closely. But I got the feeling she didn't feel like playing right then, so I finished washing there as quickly as I could. She turned around to let the shower stream rinse there, still pulling her cheeks wide and standing up on tiptoe.

"Want me to wash your hair?" I asked hopefully.

"Nah, not this time" she answered, running a hand back over my slicked-back hair.

We got out of the shower and each dried ourselves off. I went to my room and got out some underwear, then went downstairs to put my shorts and t-shirt back on. She went and put her clothes in the dryer.

"Hope you don't mind me hanging around dressed like this" she said, sitting down next to me on the couch. I shook my head, trying not to stare, even though we had just been looking at each other naked a few minutes ago. We watched TV for a while. After a while Clarice got up and came back wearing her own clothes again.

"I guess I'll make dinner in a little while. Sound good?"

"Sounds good!"


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Anonymous 17/04/15(Sat)05:16 No. 24996 ID: d758ef

>>24270
What about the thread number? Anyone save/remember THAT at least?


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Anonymous 17/05/03(Wed)00:14 No. 25018 ID: 5bda1a

>>24996
This is that entire thread and then a whole lot more. The author updated every few months for years but lost interest due to, well, lack of interest.

Get some people to read and post and he might come back. These authors have weak self esteem and need encouragement.


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Anonymous 17/05/08(Mon)09:34 No. 25025 ID: d758ef

>>25018
I was referring more to the other stories everyone posted.


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Anonymous 17/05/29(Mon)07:48 No. 25042 ID: f3349e

>>25025
No idea. Sorry, mate.



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