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Romantic Sex Stories garcon53 22/06/13(Mon)12:42 No. 27616 ID: 4f44be [Reply]

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First Time Story Nomad 19/09/18(Wed)21:33 No. 26317 ID: eff46c [Reply]

This is a first-time story that is also my first time posting. I hope you enjoy it.

straight, teen, consensual, romantic, explicit sex

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I was not a good gymnast, but I enjoyed being on the team because it was fun and it made me marginally "cooler". And of course, as a 16 year old boy, I enjoyed being around the female gymnasts who practiced every morning at the same time as the boys. Their petite bodies were lean and muscular, and the revealing outfits left little to the imagination. To me they were the pinnacle of sexiness, and I masturbated thinking about them frequently.

Even though I was short compared to most boys my age, I was in pretty good physical shape. And people sometimes complimented my hair. I like to think I was decent looking, but my appeal was diminished by low self esteem. I was a virgin. In fact I'd never really had a girlfriend. All of these girls I pined for were way out of my league, and I had never approached any girl who was "in my league" for fear of missing out on something better. How ignorant I was.

So I had become friendly with the girl's gymnastics team "trainer", Tara, who was a senior, one grade above me. She had been a good gymnast at one time, but a knee injury had taken her out of the sport. She helped the girls with equipment, spotting, and physical therapy. A side benefit to being friends with Tara was it put me in proximity to the other gymnast girls, and I had hoped maybe she'd even put in a good word for me.

Tara had never dressed provocatively like the most popular girls did. She always wore modest attire that was never tight or revealing. The exact details of her figure were a mystery, but she was in good shape, though no longer "athletic", and she had at least C-cup breasts.

Her skin was pale and she had straight dirty-blonde hair, full lips and round face. She wore glasses that covered blue eyes that looked like she must have had a Scandinavian heritage. Overall, she was average-to-pretty, at least 8 out of 10, and she exuded wholesome innocence.
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Nomad 19/09/23(Mon)14:41 No. 26341 ID: eff46c

>>26340
Thanks. It's almost done. I will probably be posting it somewhere else that will allow me to make edits.


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Nomad 19/10/01(Tue)21:59 No. 26388 ID: eff46c

Another story is now ready here:
https://7chan.org/elit/res/26381.html


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Anonymous 22/05/08(Sun)21:46 No. 27604 ID: eff46c

Dear elit readers, this looks like a good place to share your first time stories.

Please, tell us about the first time you saw a naked woman, or got head, or laid in this thread.




Nicole Anonymous 17/03/26(Sun)23:08 No. 24958 ID: f4ad1f [Reply]

Was considering posting this elsewhere, but decided on here.

Male/Herm/Incest

When I was five, my younger sister Nicole was born. There isn’t a lot I recall about that time, other than the excitement of meeting my younger sibling, my dad taking me to the toy store the night of the birth to pick out a stuffed animal for both myself, and my soon to be sibling.

Then, things got tense. It was a bit of a blur, but my mother became very protective of my newly born sister. I recall my father saying he just wanted her to have a normal life. Something my mother apparently didn’t take kindly to.

And, so here I was, helpless, five years old, listening to my parent’s argue almost constantly, and being very confused..

My mother was extremely protective of my sister. There were none of the usual things one would expect of siblings. Bathing together, naked frolicking, etc.

I didn’t really think anything of it. I just found her annoying, as anyone would a younger sibling who followed you around and tried to constantly get your attention. “Will, Will, Will.” she’d repeat annoyingly.

And then the divorce. And my father moved out. And I, as a stupid ten year old will do, stole and crashed my mother’s car because I’d decided I wanted to live with my dad despite the courts saying otherwise. I don’t think I made it a quarter mile. It was almost comical.
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Anonymous 17/04/14(Fri)22:05 No. 24995 ID: 845b31

How more please.


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Anonymous 17/05/23(Tue)20:25 No. 25037 ID: f4ad1f

“Whatever this is, I want in.” I said, entering the room, naked, my dick standing at attention. I noted that both my mother and sister were still hard as a rock. These girls had stamina.

“Will, this is wrong. You’re my son.”

“You know I just caught you getting fucked by your own daughter, right? Who I fucked myself just under an hour ago?”

My mother’s eyes widened, glancing back to Nicole on the bed, who was now giggling hysterically. Her dick was leaking copious amounts of cum onto her stomach.

I just stepped forward and gave my mother a hug, our dicks touching and smearing my chest with her own cum in the process. “You know, Joanna was trans?” I asked as I glanced over my shoulder to my sister,who was still leaning back on the bed, her dick hard.

“No, I… uh...”

Nicole gave me a grin and a wink, and within an instant I’d spun my mother around, and kissed her deeply, our hard dicks still rubbing up against each other. My mother briefly resisted, but then pushed back with equal force. She grabbed my dick and guided me into her dripping pussy. I reciprocated by taking her throbbing erection in my hand and began gently stroking it.

A quick glance at Nicole showed she knew what my plan was, as she’d sufficiently lubed up her own cock.
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Anonymous 22/04/26(Tue)23:48 No. 27597 ID: c35f59

to boldly save what is almost completely lost




Fucking Appendix(now with editing) Soli 14/08/07(Thu)06:52 No. 22201 ID: cd8c01 [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]

Hey guys. Soli again. At least a couple people seemed interested in the rough draft for the first chapter of Fucking Appendix I posted yesterday. So as promised, here is the edited first chapter, along with the second. If you like it, let me know. If its a piece of shit, let me know that too. Either way, be sure to check back often, as I will likely be updating frequently with new chapters. Once again, I give you Fucking Appendix. Hope you enjoy.
I read the words on the screen again, sure I must be misreading them. They couldn't say what I thought they did, and yet there they were.

"Do as I say, or Eve dies."

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I guess it really started the day my little sister, Eve, came down with appendicitis. Even though she was three years younger, fourteen to my seventeen, we were always close, possibly owing to the fact we were both enrolled in an online form of homeschooling. That meant that for most of our lives, we were each other's only constant contact, and I always thought of her as a friend as well as a sister.

She took after our mom in that she was a petite, freckly ginger, tiny all over except for the ass and b cup breasts she had recently developed, and was maybe a bit overly proud of. It was often a topic around the house when she insisted on walking around in just her bra and panties, and I often had to politely suggest she get dressed, to which she would usually just roll her eyes, and maybe put on an overly small pair of shorts.

Though she was never exactly bubbly, she was always generally cheerful, and rarely complained about anything. That's why, when I came into the living room one summer afternoon and found her curled up on the couch looking less than happy, I decided to try and cheer her up. "What's wrong sis, got the red tide blues?" I teased as I plopped down beside her and gave her a playful nudge in the side.

I expected a playful smack, or maybe for her to help a throw pillow to live up to its name. What I got instead, was a yelp of pain from Eve, as she squeezed into a tighter ball and tears began to stream down her cheeks.

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Anonymous 21/03/01(Mon)08:13 No. 27205 ID: 87a784

>>27203
I hope there's an ending to this... it's not a perfect story but it's still a damn good one.


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Anonymous 21/03/06(Sat)21:55 No. 27209 ID: 56b7be

>>27203
whoa! well, hope to see something from you soon. agree with the guy above; even if it's not your favorite thing you've made, it's pretty solid.


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Anonymous 22/04/24(Sun)15:41 No. 27594 ID: c3f643

One Final Chapter to wrap everything up... Please.

I've been waiting on this, and I've considered trying to write my own ending to this, just for my own satisfaction, but there's still too much unknown (Linoge motivation, what mood Soli wants to leave us with at the ending, etc.) So anything I come up with feels like it tarnishes the vision for the story...

Please Soli, send help.




The Laws of Hospitality Mg, gg, or so it would seem... 12/10/26(Fri)20:17 No. 17526 ID: 5e7fa1 [Reply] [Last 50 posts]

Another Saturday, and my 'guest' was still playing her strange game. Wherever I went, she followed, gaze unwavering. It was a predator's stare, so out of place on that little wisp of a girl, but I was used to it by now, and I barely noticed anymore. It's amazing what you can get used to, given enough time. It had been more than a month since she'd levered herself into my home and life, and she had yet to speak a single word. Having seen what I had, I was inclined to let her keep her silence. Living without conversation was no great burden for me, so I'd eventually managed to regain some sense of normalcy. I gave each task my full attention, pouring my focus into every action. I made a ritual of yet another mundane task as I made us both eggs and french toast, as we ate in silence, as I cleaned up after. I didn't notice at all how my shirt's too-big collar slipped, careless, down one slender, pale shoulder. I didn't watch as she licked daintily at a spot of syrup on her delicate finger, her eyes never leaving me as she slid it between her lips. I pointedly avoided noticing the way a lock of her hair, dark and straight and silky smooth, only slightly mussed despite the night's sleep, fell across her cheek in a way the begged my fingers to brush it back behind her ear. I was so busy not noticing that I damn near missed my mouth with my next bite, and the laughter danced behind those deep dark eyes, so deep you could drown in them, so dark they might as well be black.

I finished quickly, then stood, taking my plate. I could do just as good a job not noticing at the sink as anywhere. I didn't take her plate for the same reason one does not take an antelope from a feeding lion. She'd leave it when she chose, syrup and powdered sugar scattered like blood and offal, but I'd deal with that when the time came.

I spent the morning in the studio, along with my exra shadow. I'd packed up everything but the old Bride of Frankenstein to ship out on Monday. To tell the truth, I didn't really have anything left to do, but it was a grand old poster, and I enjoyed looking at it. Ray had sent it to me faded, folded, and dog-eared, but it had still been a beautiful poster for all that. God knows where he'd found it, but that was his business. I just made her pretty again. She'd fetch $200,000 at the very least, if I didn't miss my guess. The way the market had picked up lately, and with Ray running the auction I wouldn't be surprised at all if she went for double that. I spent an hour or two making a few final touches, but I was mostly running on force of habit. It had been done for a few days now, I just liked looking at it.

On the way out, I passed an empty canvas. That was for my own work. I hadn't done a project of my own in months now. I kept meaning to, but it never seemed like the right time. None of my originals ha Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Heya Uninvited 21/02/20(Sat)02:43 No. 27196 ID: 07701b

Ok, gonna finish this one.


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Uninvited 21/02/20(Sat)02:45 No. 27197 ID: 07701b

>>24407

Yup, still alive!


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Silent 22/04/02(Sat)11:49 No. 27578 ID: 7dfd28

>>17603
This inspires me. I've never tried writing as a hobby or as a creative outlet, but I do read a lot and I do care a great deal about stories, much the same as you. Maybe it's worth giving a try, just to see if it's something I enjoy or for which I have a talent. And who knows, maybe in a few months or a year I'll contribute to elit.

Enjoyable read here too. I'm a sucker for Celtic and Norse fiction in general. And that line, "One of my names is Andra. I would give it to you. For a time, I am yours," is a pretty decent hook, if ever I've read one. I do hope you finish this story eventually.




The Hayloft Gashnaw 22/03/13(Sun)00:03 No. 27570 ID: a3cdcc [Reply]

So this a story I am writing for the hell of it.
Tags right uh let's see.
Incest, Ageplay, Bestiality, Bondage, Rape. Not sure what else I might be adding.

Chapter 1:

“I’m so sorry for your loss.”
Those words were probably the most annoying six word I ever would hear. It was a funeral, I got it, I understood but couldn’t they just have kept their fucking mouths shut. Surprisingly my dad dying was not the worst part. His health had been declining as it was and I was prepared for it. We even had a plan, if worse came to worse, I would live with my friend to finish high school. His mom had already cleaned out a room for me, just in case. I thought would be able to make do, I already had acted like a second son. Sadly, that was not going to happen. No, instead the law had to take over and my actual mother had to start acting like a mom.
“Its alright, it would just be a year or so, so he can finish high school.” Janice would say. Thank you.
“No no, he is my son, he should be with family” That was my mom’s response. I saw her once when I was seven. But haven’t seen her since, it was short reunion as well. Her grandfather had passed away leaving her his ranch. Something about too many greedy hands trying t get his fortune, so, he made sure he did everything by the books and left everything to my mom. The only catch was she could not sell the ranch, if she did her money and fortune would be divvied up between the rest of eth family. My father refused to move. He made enough money for us to live off of, and he felt that selling the ranch may have been best. Let some country boy buy it and actually use it. That argument happened when I was four, but I still remember it.
“His marks are great; I just feel uprooting his life would be detrimental to his academics.” I really did adore Janice, single mom who barely made ends meet. She was young too, a true milf. But she was also my best friend’s mom, so I usually kept that thought in the back of my mind. I never really expected to get to the point of getting in bed with her. She treated me like a son.
“Once again, I understand, but I am his mother and I should be looking after him.”
Where in the hell was that motherly support growing up? No, you were just a woman trying to ruin my life. It sucked being Seventeen. I didn’t care about a ranch, hell I didn’t care about horses or pigs or whatever the fuck they had on said ranch. I was a city boy, aside from the park I barely ever saw grass. But instead, I was going to be uprooted and moving to my great grandfather’s ranch. My life really could not get worse.
“How about just letting him finish school”
“How about you let me do what is best for my son”
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Anonymous 22/03/18(Fri)15:36 No. 27571 ID: 5a50cf

This was a fun read. More to come?


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Gashnaw 22/03/18(Fri)19:32 No. 27572 ID: a3cdcc

>>27571
Eventually. muse to write is not as prominent as it has been in the past.


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Gashnaw 22/03/18(Fri)22:39 No. 27573 ID: a3cdcc

Chapter 2

“No, Colt, have you ever ridden a bike in your life?” Cherry laughed as she and Harper were trying to teach me how to drive an ATV.
“Forget it Cherry he is a lost cause, I can’t believe you two are fucking.”
“You set us up” Cherry smirked lighting a joint. “What did you expect to happen?”
“You to still be dressing like a southern bell and leading him along.” Harper sighed.
That much was true, the southern belle act was gone, while she had dressed down the day after, she still had a bit of the belle charm, but now that it was the weekend, she was down to booty shorts and a white tee pulled into a knot. To top it off she had the cowboy boots and hat. Harper was dressed pretty much the same, except she had forgone the front knot.
“You want some lemonade?” Viola asked approaching the two as I fell off the ATV. “HEY COLLTON, DO YOU WANT SOME LOMONADE?”
I huffed as I got to my feet.
“If that why you told me to wear pads?” I asked as I hobbled over to the fence to accept a glass from Viola. “Thanks” I said taking a sip.
“Why can she call you Colton?” Harper asked raising a brow.
“Cause she is a kid.” I responded.
“I’m not a kid I am almost fourteen” Viola growled.
“Fine, then when you turn fourteen you can call me Colt just like everyone else.” I sighed.
“Mom doesn’t call you Colt.”
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The Greenvale Fraternity Jacqueline Madison Gibson (Jax) 14/11/21(Fri)13:16 No. 22839 ID: 249c7e [Reply]

Over the past 3 years my life has changed completely. I was down on my luck and had almost lost everything.
I will soon be 40 years old. They say life begins at 40 but my new life began 3 years ago when I was 37.

My name is Jacqueline Madison Gibson or Jax for short, I was raised in a loving family with my older sister Vanessa. My parents have both now passed away but I have always kept in touch with my sister.

I fell in love with a guy when I was 25 years old and we were together for 12 years, we got engaged but never got married. We split up after I found out that he had been having affairs with other women, he left me for a 26 year old who he had been seeing from work.
He also left me in debt and I had to sell our house and my car and other things to cover it.

So at 37 and with nowhere else to go I moved to live with my sister.
Vanessa (Van for short) is 3 years my senior, we are very similar in looks, both of us are about 5 feet 5 inches tall we both have dark brown hair that some times looks black and we both share the same deep brown eye color. We both take after our mother and neither of us has ever been slim, but we are not fat either, we call ourselves curvy lol. At the time I was just over 200 pounds and had been on a diet for what seemed like forever.

Vanessa is married to a really smart guy called Rod who works in scientific research and they have a son Peter (Pete) who is now 15 years old. They own a really nice house just outside of a small town in a nice quiet area.

Moving in wasn’t a problem as their house had a guest room with adjoining bath above the garage, I even had another small room in which I could store what was left of my stuff.

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dimlight 19/04/11(Thu)13:58 No. 26046 ID: 42d6ab

any more ?


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nice qbit 21/01/11(Mon)11:45 No. 27127 ID: f1c0c7

read this six times now, :)


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scoop 22/02/02(Wed)14:08 No. 27537 ID: 0f3f63

please tell me there is a second part to this




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Susie and the Bear Steven R. Overton 18/05/30(Wed)04:55 No. 25571 ID: f7d3f6 [Reply]

I’ve revised my previous forward, thinking it was a bit condescending and flippant. I’m used to other chans that don’t much respect author’s work, and I’m kind of protective of this particular piece, since it’s the true account of my and my sister’s life.

I can’t vouch for the accuracy of every word, since we’re talking a span of 60 years. I’ve colored in some of the fading black-and-white photos of my memories with what I’m sure is more witty repartee than we could have produced as children, and sharpened a few outlines here and there. But the experiences we went through are as vivid to me as if it was yesterday, and are portrayed exactly as they occurred. Believe it or not.

For those to whom it matters, I will be discussing sex between half siblings, beginning at about age 10 and 8 years and extending through adolescence and onward.


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Anonymous 21/09/07(Tue)05:03 No. 27380 ID: 40e76e

Bump.

Someone who I’m guessing was op was asking for the bump to preserve the story. If you want to be absolutely sure about it, you could move this over to a site like Archive of Our Own (Ao3)


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SRO 21/09/07(Tue)15:38 No. 27381 ID: d01539

>>27380

Thank you friend, I've never been comfortable with bumping my own work. I figure if it's worthy, someone else will do it. And thank you for the advice about Ao3, I will consider it


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Anonymous 22/01/08(Sat)07:44 No. 27504 ID: 746529

>>25675
bumping for an unexpectedly beautiful read. Thank you.




Natalie and Bree Imhotep 11/10/28(Fri)12:33 No. 14181 ID: c675f1 [Reply]

I put my plan into action about 11 years ago. The idea was simple; adopt a baby boy and raise it as a girl. Of course, the actual logistics were somewhat more complex, but that was the idea. In fact, I adopted two children, the boy (who I remaned Natalie) and a girl named Bree. An interesting fact is that a newborn is almost completely androgynous, aside from the genetalia. As they grow (even before puberty), sex hormones will determine wether or not they begin looking like a girl, or like a boy. Once puberty begins, then the sex hormones begin to give people their seconadry sexual characteristics, wide hips, full breasts, public hair, etc... Since the testicles were the source of male sex hormones, the first thing I needed to do was castrate Natalie. I took no pleasure in the act, but I couldn't have those male hormones dropping her voice and broadening her shoulders. Next, I began giving her controlled doses of regular female hormones, in amounts typical for her age. Neither girl would be exposed to the world outside, I would raise them in my own microcosm of morality and practices. If anything I do seems sick to you, then do not fear for the girls, because everything we do is normal to them, and even expected.

11 years later, I have two beautiful girls on the verge of puberty, that time in youth when they are at their deweyist and most beautiful. Natalie has thick, soft, and slightly wavy brown hair going down to her shoulder blades. Her hips are widening, and I can see some beautiful curves developing in her chest, waist, and buttocks. Her penis is still quite small, without those male sex hormones it never grew very much, and there is not any hair around it yet. Bree is lankier then Natalie, slightly taller and skinnier. Her platinum blonde hair is cut evenly at her shoulders, and her bangs are cut evenly across her forhead. She has recently grown faint traces of peach fuzz on her sex, much to her satisfaction.

I first introduced the girls to the experience of having an orgasm by adding some oral sex into the bedtime routine. After they bathed, dried off, and got dressed for bed, I would slide their pyjamas up and give them oral sex. For Bree, I would gently lick her labial folds, and then insert my toung into her vagina and roll it around. After becoming aroused, her clitoris would appear from under it;s protective hood, and I would begin running my tounge over it in long strokes. As Bree was still young, about 8 when I started this, she was still extremly sensitive and it would take little to satisfy her multiple times. When she involuntarily would push herself into my face and begin grunting, I knew she was nearly done. After she had an orgasm or two, she would hop into bed, and I would start on Natalie. Again, I would slide her night gown up, pull her panties to her knees, and enclose her penis within my mouth. If she was not already erect from the excitement of expectation, then I would hold it in my m Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Anonymous 16/01/02(Sat)04:05 No. 24066 ID: 3031b2

Oh no, he was a commie the entire time!


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Anonymous 17/09/29(Fri)14:23 No. 25153 ID: beb9f2

Does someone know where i can find a archive of all of Imhoteps works? Something like what Asstr.org is?


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Anonymous 22/01/02(Sun)01:30 No. 27489 ID: 519a72

dangerously close to sailing off the edge of the world





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