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Darkness at the End of the Tunnel (slash, loli & we'll see where Random Evername 13/12/01(Sun)19:37 No. 20360 ID: 0beccd [Reply] [Last 50 posts]

This is my first attempt at starting a story on here. I've tried a few things on Fiction Press, but not quite this depraved. I'm inspired by some of the examples here (especially Roommates), so I thought I would give it a try. I don't pretend this is that good. I'm not even sure that I'm posting this right.

Chapter 1

I turn to move past Hayley McSween in the hallway connecting the kitchen to the dishwasher in the restaurant serving St. Edmund’s Country Club. With a hand on my chest, she lightly pushes me into the door for the stockroom. “Can you close for me tonight? I want to go to the mall with from friends.” Her fingers trace from my chest to my belt buckle suggesting a possible compensation for my sacrifice.

I am Kyler … Kyler Jakubowski. At nineteen years old, I scrape, borrow, and force my way through my sophomore year in bio-premed at Stony Brook University on Long Island. Straight A’s so far – lookin’ good. It may be mercenary, but I will do just about anything to endure this crucible for that glimpse of wealth I see at the other end.

I live in a cramped, non-air-conditioned attic apartment of an ancient home that I rent from some old couple – Mr. and Mrs. Watson. With its back staircase access, I never have to see them, if I don’t want to. They’re okay, though – always waving to me and baking me stuff. Back in the day, the house was an old whaling captain’s home, so I have access to a little glass room above the attic. His wife could watch for his ship to return. No lie – it’s called a belvedere.

My college is on Long Island, but my savings account is strictly Schenectady. It was a lot easier to afford the $300 monthly rent before my roommate, Freddie Steffanaur, was expelled for copying an entire term paper, verbatim, from an internet site – for the third time. What a fuckin’ jackass.

Which is why, when Hailey McSween asks me to close for her at work -- I’m tempted to say, “Yes” without delay. I can use the extra hours, even though I have a shitload of homework – I can fake it through Statistics, but Orgo is getting pretty tough. I’m lying -- even though Hailey’s only sixteen, she is smoking hot with reputation to spare. I’m always happy to do her a favor … just in case it could lead to something.

Ah shit, who am I kidding? That’s just living out one of my masturbation fantasies. With a healthy allowance, she doesn’t need the job, but her parents think it builds character. I’m glad I enjoyed a few seconds of that delirium before answering because she reaches down and traces my stiffness from the outside with just one finger, and it drives me senseless, “I can make it worth your while.”
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Anonymous 19/05/31(Fri)02:39 No. 26077 ID: 315a0e

Lovin the story and i cant wait for the continuation. Also bump.


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Anonymous 19/07/13(Sat)19:28 No. 26121 ID: 76bc2b

>>26077
god how many years since he last updated and im still waiting, would buy the novel.


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Anonymous 20/05/31(Sun)21:59 No. 26776 ID: 8fe15c

Agreed, I read a novel or two a week, and this is better than most of them




Linemates NarcissisticNarwhal!0a.wva4tsA 19/10/03(Thu)09:21 No. 26394 ID: b9b354 [Reply]

This is the first story I've ever started that I've finished and posted. Hope some of you enjoy!

Mgg, teenagers

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Last Saturday started out like any other day at the Happiest Place on Earth with my nephew and son, but it turned out to be one of the strangest days of my life.

I live in the Los Angeles area, a good distance away from Anaheim but close enough to Disneyland to justify having an annual pass for my 3-year old son and myself. Long days and nights at the parks used to be among me and my wife's favorite things, before she lost her mind and left me a little over a year ago.

Anyway, last Saturday. My brother Bill, his son, my son and I were at Disney for no real reason. You don't really need a reason when your admission is already paid for. We had been on a few kiddy rides, and I had let Bill escape and ride single-rider on a few rides while I watched the kids. Bill returned from Space Mountain and returned the favor, sending me away with a Fast Pass for Indiana Jones.

If you're not familiar with how lines at Disneyland work, here's the run down: they suck. You can either wait one to two hours in the normal line, or get a Fast Pass for one ride at a time that lets you into a special line where you might only wait 15 minutes. The catch is you usually have to wait an hour in between Fast Passes. So, you generally aren't going on more rides, you just waste your time in more entertaining ways than standing in endless lines.

I strolled into the Indiana Jones Fast Pass line, not in a hurry to get back to Toon Town and see another costumed stranger give my nephew a high-five (my kid won't talk to them, he says they have creepy eyes.) I caught a few glances of the pair of women ahead of me, wearing matching crop tops and yoga pants, while winding our way through the unused portion of the ride queue. Since my wife left so unexpectedly, I hadn't dated or even really tried. But that didn't mean I didn't appreciate the sight of a well-toned thigh in tight lycra.
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sleeplessanon 19/11/08(Fri)11:24 No. 26475 ID: 2bb36c

Bravo, amazing story TC, this anon absolutely loved it!


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Ulfin 19/11/08(Fri)23:49 No. 26477 ID: 4eb2e7

Absolutely incredible story, hope there is more soon.


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Shadow 20/05/29(Fri)22:55 No. 26771 ID: fd917f

Excuse me for necro-ing this thread, but I wanted to share my thoughts in case the author still lurks this board.

This was a fun story. There was a nice contrast between Kayla and Bently (in personality as well as appearance), and it's just fun overall. The moments of hesitation from the MC help make it just believable enough to keep me engaged and grounded in reality. The story both feels complete and incomplete at the same time, because life be that way sometimes. If you don't come back to this story, I hope to see you share something else that you've written!




Mikey Part 1 MikeyAndMe!BUf3a8nZe6 20/05/25(Mon)23:48 No. 26763 ID: efd76d [Reply]

This is one chapter of a larger work in progress. The plan is a series of vignettes based upon my real life experiences as a preteen. The chapters will be connected by an overarching thread. Word count on this chapter is just short of 7,500. Comments are welcome. Could use an editor.

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Mikey Part 1

“Come to church with me. We'll get laid.”

Jeez, where did it start with Mikey?
Church, I guess. Ain't that ironic?
See, Mikey was home-schooled so he didn't know any of the in-school kids I knew, except those who lived near us. That's how we met. Hanging around the neighborhood playground park.
But he wasn't lonely. His Mom was like super-religious, and their family hung out with a big church-going crowd that I didn't know.
When I say Mikey's Mom was super-religious, I mean not only was he not allowed to cuss, but he couldn't even use “soft” cussing like “Gosh darn!” or “Golly Gee” because those were all really Jesus' name, disguised sort of, but still very much taken in vain. Which was a sin. So he had no language stronger than saying “Wowwee!”
But as strict as she sounded, she was always really nice to me when Mikey brought me over. She helped us set up a little clubhouse by cleaning out a tool shed in the yard, and she furnished it with blankets and pillows in case we wanted to nap. She even suggested a name for our club. “How about 'The Golden Knights?'” We didn't adopt that, or any other name. We were just "us friends".
I was, like, two years older that him, maybe. I think two grades ahead, but I don't really know how grade levels work for home schooled kids. I found the younger kids easier to hang around with than those my age or older. The big kids were always trying to be cooler and tougher and braver and I just didn't want to deal with that. I was no good at it. The younger kids were easier to deal with. I didn't have to try to be cool. Me just being a year or two older made me cool enough in their eyes.
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Admin help MikeyAndMe!BUf3a8nZe6 20/05/27(Wed)04:50 No. 26767 ID: efd76d

Admin: I am unable to delete this first version. Can't find help on irc. Please delete 26763?




It's the End of the World as We Know It Phoenix 14/10/29(Wed)17:58 No. 22649 ID: 653aef [Reply]

So I've been meaning to write a story for this board for a while. A couple half-hearted attempts later, I've finished the first chapter! Woo.

I don't know what tags to mark this as, especially since I don't know what any of the tags mean. If you don't like stories with underaged girls, don't read this. If you don't like stories with a super long build up, don't read this.

Let me know what you think, I want feedback because I've never shown anyone my erotic literature before and I don't know if it's even any good. Also, if you have a suggestion I don't mind hearing it, I think I have a general idea of where I want this story to go but I'm not really sure.

Enough fucking around. Chapter 1, go.


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"Dad! Look out!" "Oh hell, Matthew! The door is giving way!!!" "My arm, my fucking arm! Oh my g—"

He woke in a sweat. It was bad enough when he was awake, but now their deaths haunted his scant sleeping hours. His brother, his wife, his son...
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Phoenix!!xlZGywLzWw 16/06/13(Mon)07:47 No. 24346 ID: fe6dc2

I love all the speculation! But now I have to prove you all wrong by completely changing the original plan.



...JK


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Anonymous 20/05/18(Mon)01:15 No. 26745 ID: 0ed13f

what happened to op? i liked this one


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Anonymous 20/06/16(Tue)19:27 No. 26800 ID: ada186

>>26745
it's been 4 years. let it go..




The Creeper (Loli) Anonymous 13/12/27(Fri)00:33 No. 20531 ID: a2f9ff [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]

So, where to start?

Name’s Ed. Edward to my parents. Ed to everyone who doesn’t treat me like a four-year-old piece of shit. My story isn’t particularly a normal one, although I guess if it was, it wouldn’t be much of a story. But I guess you’re wondering what the super, awesomely amazing thing that I have taken the time out of my day to tell is. Well, it kind of is amazing, but all good things come to an end. But, I’ll get to that later. Don’t want to ruin the story before it’s even started, do I?

The Creeper. Quite an apt name to describe myself, to be perfectly honest, even if it does contain a bold resemblance to the giant green penises within that god-awful game called Minecraft. Ahem, anyway, the name is kind of related to my story. Or completely related, I guess. You see, throughout my life, I’ve been a bit of a creep. Not in a complete beta-fag, following girls around with pit stains and braces, trailing them until they recognise my existence kind of way. In fact, to be completely honest with you, I’ve never been bad with girls. I mean, I lost my virginity at 13, so I guess that’s not too bad of an achievement, eh? Anyway, enough bragging. The reason for the name is sort of derived from my ahh… hobbies. Ever since I got my first phone (or at least, phone with the nifty little camera on it), I’ve been a fan of taking creep shots. Y’know, sneaking dirty pics of people in public without their knowledge or consent, to then take back to my home and have a glorious fap to. Weird, but nothing too abnormal to create a story about, right? Wrong.

Taking creep shots is generally looked down upon, but to some people it’s a good thing. It helps other people to get their dick hard, so it’s really a good thing. Although, the sort of creep shots I take probably shouldn’t be shared with anyone. Ever. But I’m fine with that. I’m generally quite a selfish person anyway. But I can hear your voices screaming at me to tell you the mystery shots that I could possibly take. I assume a lot of you have guessed this already anyway, but I’ll comply nonetheless. They are girls. Little girls. Lolis. Whatever you want to calm them. I would hover around parks and wait for these girls in short skirts to reveal their cute little butts after swinging around on the monkey bars. Oh the panties. They were perhaps the biggest turn on for me. Pink was best. The girlier the better. And there I’d be, with my phone out, sneaking every shot possible. Then I would travel home just awaiting that amazing fap.

Anyway, you know the name, but not the game. So, I’ll tell you my story. I guess the best place to start would be when I was 13. At this point, I wasn’t even remotely close to being interested in little girls. I was simply interested in any girl my own age, much like any other guy. Ironically, it was the involvement with a girl my own age that actually got me into girls much younger Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Anonymous 17/05/31(Wed)23:24 No. 25049 ID: b549fc

More 'fan fiction'...so don't blame the OP for this...

Chapter 21: Fashion Designer

On my next visit, both girls were excited to show me their new secret treasures. The past weekend, their mother had done some pruning of all the clothes closets and drawers, creating a donation pile, adding some pieces to their rag collection, and disposing of the rest. The girls had retrieved most of what had gone into the bin, some things from the rag bag, and even some select items that were slated for donation. But this evening, they just wanted help with a pair of denim cutoffs.

These had started life as Ellie's jeans, and turned into shorts when her growth spurt made the legs obviously too short. They were well-loved and well-worn, so much so that they didn't even qualify as hand-me-downs and had been tossed. Ellie had attempted to prune them into a style she had seen on the internet, but was stymied as soon as her scissors came to one of the heavy 4-ply seams, which were more than a match for her tiny hands. So now it was up to me to sculpt them, as per her vision.

The shorts and even the scraps would have to go home with me, since what she had in mind was entirely inappropriate for a girl her age. Ellie wanted them high-cut on the sides, leaving about half the front pockets exposed, and barely half of her ass cheeks covered. She wanted the gusset to be little more than the center seam itself, but I talked her into leaving about an inch and a half, promising that I would unravel the threads at the margins, turning it into white fringe. She was familiar with that style, and liked the idea, though she was disappointed that the transformation would necessarily take time. But in short order she had some seriously immodest booty shorts that I was certain would be featured in her upcoming video production.

Soon after Ellie thundered up the stairs with my phone, Sara came down for a visit. I was stretched out almost prone on the big sofa, but rather than taking her normal place at the opposite end, she sat nearby on the coffee table. She was wearing a shiny satin-y red skirt, which if I am any judge was probably part of a Supergirl Halloween costume. The tiny skirt covered very little, but just to be sure, Sara cocked one knee up and planted her foot on the couch cushion, simultaneously letting her other thigh drift wide.

What she had on underneath was eye-catching, to say the least. The gauzy white fabric didn't cover much in the first place, and her stance improved the lighting so that the details along the valley between her bulging peach halves were very much on display. I found out later that this was one of their mother's discards: a thong that had been so low-cut that it looked natural on Sara's small frame. The thin but oversized waist had been modified by the simple expedient of tripling the fabric at the sides, and stapli Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Andrew+Lewis 18/03/10(Sat)09:44 No. 25443 ID: 23ae83

Bump to encourage the fan fiction


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Anonymous 20/05/14(Thu)20:54 No. 26737 ID: 48878b

Bumping another abandoned masterpiece for anons wanting something Roommates-ish. Once you get past the first three chapters you'll start to notice the similarities.




The Hunter pt 1(?) Stonebrow!AN26.8FkH6 19/01/22(Tue)05:21 No. 25929 ID: bbe66b [Reply]

MF Dubcon Beast(ish) Generic Fantasy Setting

I finished setting up my tent and let out a sigh of contentment. I had a few more hours of light left, and the first stage of my camp was nearly ready. Over the next day or two I’d have to set up workspaces for butchering and skinning, but I’d gotten a basic latrine, tent, and firepit set up.

It would do for the few months I would spend in the area hunting. I would have loved a cabin, but that was just asking for nosey gamekeepers to start asking questions. Like, “have you paid taxes on those,” or, “Don’t you know it’s illegal to hunt deer on the king’s land,” or my least favourite, “Does this sword in your gut hurt?”

Such is the life of a poacher. Don’t worry, it’s not actually that dangerous if you follow a few basic rules. Such as no permanent dwellings. I was in a valley owned by a lord of advanced age, no longer interested in hunts. He had few gamekeepers or wardens on his payroll, and those that he did have weren’t the type to pull steel over a few skins.

I set up a pot to boil. I’d do something easy tonight, it had been a long hike out here. Porridge, made sweet with a bit of honeycomb and some dried fruit.

I continued to busy myself with arranging firewood, and bedding and so on, when I heard a cry off in the distance. It was the direction I had set a few rabbit snares earlier, just for eating rather than the pelts, but much too loud to be a rabbit. I frowned. Rabbit snares really didn’t catch anything substantially bigger.

I shrugged and strung my bow. I figured I had better investigate. I strapped a large butchering knife that I’d used a few times against boars (and few more times against people) and a few arrows before taking off.

I had set the traps not very distant, figuring that I’d set new ones after a few days once I’d scouted the area better. Something was making a racket, and was definitely larger than a rabbit.
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Stonebrow!AN26.8FkH6 19/10/01(Tue)05:17 No. 26380 ID: bbe66b

My muse is all over the place, and I'm going back to school. So... maybe? I want to. but no concrete plans.


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Anonymous 20/04/15(Wed)11:40 No. 26694 ID: 1a8aa9

I’ve read this yuffie/nanaki story before. How long ago did you write it?


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Stonebrow!AN26.8FkH6 20/04/19(Sun)05:01 No. 26702 ID: 44bf56

>>26694
A few days before I posted it here?
Sorry, you must be thinking of something else.
I have posted it on a my mother's fax machine, but only after here.
Unless someone's posted it on a elit site without telling me.




The Sleepover Anonymous 20/04/11(Sat)18:17 No. 26684 ID: 9aa3ec [Reply]

Another xnxx rescue. This time the account is just gone.


sexstories.com
The Sleepover Pt.1 by Unknow user

Mfff, exhib, cunnilingus, incest

Posted Wed 17th of June 2015


Fuck! I can't believe what I'm seeing in my parents' living room. Three giggling teenage girls, wearing sheer lingerie are sitting on the couch cheering on a fourth girl who is attempting to deep throat a dildo. What the fuck! The cheers and laughter is probably why they didn't hear me come in through the kitchen door. I step back into the shadows of the hallway while my cock responds to the luscious, pale ass cheeks of the fourth girl. Her purple sheer nightie has ridden up over her heart-shaped ass, revealing her matching thong as she starts to gag on the rubber dick suction-cupped to the glass topped coffee table.

"I can do this!" the girl exclaims, taking a deep breath and sliding her lips back down the realistic looking cock. Holy shit! That's Lauren's voice! My dick is hard and I'm having perverted thoughts about my 18-year-old sister. I guiltily look away from her scrumptious ass cheeks and try to forget what her lips look like sliding down that fake cock.

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Anonymous 20/04/11(Sat)18:18 No. 26685 ID: 9aa3ec

"Damn... right... I'm...going... to... cum!" Alex has abandoned any inhibitions she might have arrived with and is unabashedly fucking my face with her pussy. Her fingers are entwined in my hair and she's rocking so hard against me that I'm having trouble breathing. Just when I think she might suffocate me, I go in for the kill shot, gently biting her clit between my teeth as I push my tongue hard against the tip of it.

"OhhhhhhhhHHHHHH FUCK!" Alex screams as the floodgates open and pussy juice gushes from her wide-open fuck hole. Her clit is too sensitive now and she pushes my face away and tries to close her legs. I pull my finger from her pussy as I block her thighs from closing so I can lap up her freely flowing cream. Fucking delicious!

I raise my eyes to see her face but they stop at her luscious breasts and her dark nipples, thick with arousal. I reach for those black nubs, pinching them between my fingers as I continue to devour her soggy pussy.

"Unfuckingbelievable!" Kylie says as I release Alex's nipples and lower her legs down onto the couch. She still hasn't caught her breath as I sit back and wipe my face with my arm. The other three girls are flush with arousal, their legs pressed tightly together as they watch their friend recover from her orgasm.

"I need to wash up," I say to no one in particular as I stand up and head to the bathroom. Fuck! One down, and two to go. My face brightens into a wide smile. Or maybe three to go... we'll see.

I wash my face and hands, brush my teeth and get myself presentable for my next contestant. This has turned into the wildest night of my life... and to think it's with my sister and her friends! As crazy as we got at some of my college parties, I've never experienced anything like this.

As I walk back to the living room, Alex is giving the other girls a detailed description of how she felt during the whole thing. I listen for a minute before I go in.

"No one has ever eaten me like that!" she says. "The guys I know just stick their tongue in a few times and then want to fuck." She lets out a big sigh. "Thank you, Lauren, your brother really knows what the fuck he's doing!" This seems like a good time to make my entrance.
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Anonymous 20/04/11(Sat)18:19 No. 26686 ID: 9aa3ec

I keep teasing her pussy and rubbing her little love button, as I kiss my way down her body. Positioning myself between her widespread legs, I replace my finger with my tongue and eat her through an amazingly powerful orgasm.

"Oh fuck!" she screams. "Ohhhhh Brandon! Oh God! OhhHHHHHHHHH!" I'm sucking on her clit and fingering the opening of her tight, virgin pussy. "I'm fucking cumminggggggg!" she shrieks while entangling her fingers in my hair and pulling my face tightly into her quivering pussy. I stay with her clit until she collapses back on the bed, then start lapping up her sweet nectar.

"You going to fuck her now, Brandon?" Alex asks when I pause to take a breath.

"Not yet," I answer. "She's not ready yet.

"Yes, I am," Kristina counters.

"You'll be more ready after I eat you again," I answer as I dive back into her delectable pussy. Flicking my tongue in every crevice of her labium, I devour her juices and tongue fuck her tight, virgin hole. She moans appreciatively as I push her legs in the air and ream her asshole.

"You're right," she pants, turning her face toward Alex, "that feels wonderful!" She squirms responsively as I slowly lick her perineum, that sensitive area between her asshole and her pussy.

As I progress towards Kristina's soggy pussy, I stealthily steal glances at Alex, Kylie and Lauren. All three girls are clearly aroused from watching this live action sex show. While Lauren and Kylie are being a somewhat discreet, Alex is openly rubbing her widespread pussy and finger fucking herself. The other two girls have a hand between their legs but are not being so obvious about it. Damn! My cock is fucking hard!
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Anonymous 20/04/12(Sun)21:41 No. 26687 ID: 44bf56

In case you were wondering/wanting more, the author is SamSlam, and can be found on literotica.
https://www.literotica.com/s/the-sleepover-15
this is part one of three, and the others, and more stories can be found on their profile page.




Backyard Princess Anonymous 20/03/07(Sat)23:10 No. 26661 ID: df0b72 [Reply]

Another purge rescue, this time from xnxx. I'm not the author and this one's pretty vanilla. Fap at your own risk.

Backyard Princess by Daddycums

tags: teen male/teen female, voy, mast, 1st time

Posted: 2010-03-27


Chapter 1
Champion of the Elder World


I sat and stared at the wall, the only thing to do in this miserable dungeon in which I had been imprisoned. All of my friends were out adventuring in far-off lands, so I had no hope of rescue. All of the exits had been enchanted with unbreakable magical locks. Now the ravages of hunger and thirst were beginning to assault me, driving me deeper and deeper into insanity.

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Anonymous 20/04/09(Thu)04:12 No. 26680 ID: 60d8b2

It turns that while this story was pruned from xnxx the author is on asstr. You can find this and their other stories, in a variety of formats, here:

https://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/Daddycums/Stories/


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Anonymous 20/04/10(Fri)12:44 No. 26681 ID: 0fb6f2

>>26680

From what i can tell, most of those links 404?


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Anonymous 20/04/11(Sat)17:42 No. 26683 ID: 9aa3ec

>>26681
I just went through and everything I checked, all the txt and epub and pdf and a few html and mobi, are all working. Try them again.




My First Story Gragnost 19/12/19(Thu)08:52 No. 26536 ID: 80a9b5 [Reply]

Tags : Incest, Spanking, Mf, Future ff, Mff

It’s hard to believe that tomorrow makes fifteen years since the day that things changed for my sisters and myself. My parents were going to Hawaii for their twentieth wedding anniversary and they had left me in charge of the house and had told my two sisters Milly and Mandy the night before at dinner that while they were gone my authority was absolute and my word was Law around the house.
It was the second monday of summer vacation and I awoke to the smell of blueberry muffins. After glancing over at my alarm clock, I momentarily wondered what was going on. My parents’ flight had been scheduled to depart at 5:30 that morning, and since my alarm clock told me that it was 10:37, my parents had to be somewhere over the Pacific Ocean at that time. That left my sisters as to the reason I was smelling muffins. The problem was my mother didn’t like my sisters to use the stove because they almost always left a huge mess afterwards that she had to clean up after they left the kitchen. I sighed and got out of bed to see what mischief Milly and Maddy were up to.
After throwing on a pair biking of shorts and a tee shirt, I always slept in just my jockey shorts, I went downstairs. I pushed open the kitchen’s swinging door and walked into what looked like a white hurricane had blown through the room. There was flour all over the counters and stove, as well as on the floor and the kitchen sink. The sink held a half-dozen mixing bowls, plastic spatulas, and various other batter covered utensils. There were two muffin pans filled with muffins sitting to the left of the stove and an open tub of butter sitting in front of the pan. Four muffins were missing from the pan on the left and standing about three feet away from the pan stood my sisters; each of them buttering the two halves of a blueberry muffin, their clothes dusted with flour.
Before I say anything more about what happened after I walked into the kitchen and my sisters‘ mess, I think I should give a bit more context to what the situation was here. It was June 26, 1996; just a little over a month until my eighteenth birthday. Milly was thirteen and Maddy was twelve, and both were as rambunctious as redheads are supposed to be.
I think I should give a bit of background on myself and my sisters before I go any farther in this story. The three of us were something of a mystery to our parents. There had been no redheads on either side of the family for generations, and yet all three of our parents’ kids had red hair. (Trying to figure out where our hair color came from was one of the main reasons why I chose a career in genetics when I went off to college after I turned nineteen.) Our parents were also a bit unusual when it came to naming us as well. For instance, I was named after my parents’ favorite actor and my middle name is my father’s middle name. Until I went off to college, Harrison seemed to me to b Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Gragnost 20/03/02(Mon)07:09 No. 26647 ID: 4fe076

And the e-mail has been sent.


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Gragnost 20/03/08(Sun)05:10 No. 26664 ID: 6e8f81

Should I wait to hear back from Ulfin or just upload part 3?


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Gragnost 20/03/14(Sat)00:25 No. 26670 ID: 3b0779

I'm uploading part 3 as well as my updated parts 1 and 2 With Italics this weekend. (Part 4 is almost finished and I'll most likely be typing it up on saturday night or sunday morning. I'll be starting a new thread using the story's name, Beat Like Red Headed....)




Behind The Shed Anonymous 20/03/02(Mon)05:58 No. 26645 ID: 5200af [Reply]

This is another saved story from Literotica (before the purge). I am not the author. It's unfinished and anyone is welcome to continue it.

tags: teens, incest, exhib, voy, mast, anal, mff


Behind The Shed
by Cphucker©



Chapter 1

"You're sure about this?" I asked hesitantly, crouching next to my younger sister behind our shed in the backyard.

"Positive," Bree said, fidgeting nervously next to me.
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Anonymous 20/03/02(Mon)06:01 No. 26646 ID: 5200af

"We did it together last night too," Bree said. "If you ever want to join us..."

I nodded, hoping she would. "We don't do anything different, just masturbating."

She seemed to be thinking it over. The fact that we were all still naked, completely content and openly exposed to each other, seemed to help make it not so weird.

"Maybe," Marie said, still reluctant. "We'll see. I don't usually cum more than once a day."

"Really?" Bree seemed truly surprised. "Ever since I started watching you, I've been cumming at least twice. Sometimes three or four."

I couldn't believe Bree admitted to that, but it wasn't out of character. Like Marie had said, she was a horny little thing.

"I probably don't want to know how long you've been watching me," Marie said, reaching for her clothes. "But it doesn't bother me anymore, so it's fine. I guess I should be flattered."

"We really just liked watching," I said, hoping it would help. "You're so beautiful, especially when you're doing that."
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Rin!y7chl82msE 20/03/03(Tue)09:22 No. 26650 ID: 196a6d

I enjoyed this, but I don't like how it escalated so quickly. I would have liked a bit more build up personally


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Anonymous 20/03/03(Tue)22:51 No. 26652 ID: 142334

The plot does a Herculean polevault in chapter 7 but I guess that's a compromise with quick fap material. I liked the rest of it.





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