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Roommates (loli) Anonymous 12/10/06(Sat)11:32 No. 17319 ID: 5c8966

It all started when I was 19, in my first semester at college. I'd moved away from home and into my first apartment, and got my first roommate as well. He was a year younger than me, but unlike me he hadn't spent a year after graduating highschool saving up his money for tuition and rent. His parents died in an avalanche at a ski resort, and between their considerable savings and the payout from the life insurance, he could afford college and not have to work for years. I hadn't known it when I met him at orientation and we decided to share an apartment, but he also had custody of his 11 year old sister.

The apartment was big, and nicer than I could have ever afforded on my own, so all three of us had separate bedrooms (hers was supposed to be a laundry room or something originally.). I also discovered my roommate was a bit of a dick who neglected his little sister.

I don't think it was intentional, more a result of losing his parents and having to adjust his plans for the future to revolve around caring for his sibling, and he probably wasn't ready for that sort of responsibility. But unless he needed to give her a ride or buy her something she needed, he basically didn't interact with her. He also barely did anything with me; maybe once a week he'd play video games with me, but he spent nearly all his time in class or shut in his room studying.

His little sister was cute, with her blue eyes, freckles, and short, light brown hair, but obviously way too young for me. She didn't play with dolls or anything, so I guess she was mature for her age, but she also spent all her time shut in her room when she wasn't at school. And I don't think she had any friends at her new school either.

After a month or so with my new roommates, we'd settled into a routine. If they weren't exactly friendly, they weren't bad either; quiet, clean, and they were the only way I could afford a really nice apartment just a block from campus.

I wish I'd known then what I know now. It'd have saved me a lot of grief.

Anonymous 12/10/06(Sat)11:56 No. 17321 ID: 5c8966

One morning, I wandered into the kitchen for breakfast and poured myself a bowl of cereal, then sat at the table. As usual, my roommate was already there, eating toast and orange juice and engrossed in a textbook, oblivious to my presence. I wished I'd gotten juice too, but didn't feel like going to the effort of getting it and just dug into my cereal.

It wasn't long before his sister wandered in, with messy hair and sleepy eyes. I glanced at her and noticed she was wearing her usual morning attire: a nightshirt and panties, and nothing else. It startled me at first that she'd walk around the apartment like that, but I quickly ignored it; my family was always pretty relaxed about that sort of thing too, after all. Still, I wasn't family. I noticed that her panties today were white with a little blue ribbon on the front, then directed my inappropriate attention to my cereal.

After a couple minutes, she perched herself in the chair across from me, drew her knees up to her chest, and began nibbling on some frozen waffles without much enthusiasm. I finished my cereal, tossed it in the sink, then looked at my watch.

"Hey Bill, time to go."

My roommate nodded, closed his book, and carefully put his dishes in the sink, then gathered up his things and left. I went back to my room, grabbed my backpack, and headed for the door.

His sister was still nibbling at her waffles. I frowned and glanced at my watch again. Then I struggled to remember her name for a few seconds.

"Hey, uh, Sara, don't want to be late for the bus."

She nodded and continued nibbling. I waited around a little longer, then decided I had to go if I didn't want to be late for my first class. It wouldn't be the first time she'd been the last to leave the apartment, she had her own key, and if she was late for the bus that wasn't my problem. Besides, it was only a ten minute walk to her school anyway. It was a small town, and almost everything was in walking distance, which saved on gas.

I slipped my backpack on, locked up, and headed off for class.

By lunchtime, I decided I was just going to skip my one afternoon class for the day. It wasn't a habit I wanted to start, but I just couldn't must the motivation to sit through another monotone lecture. Universities should never hire a tone-deaf professor, I don't care what his credentials are.

So I left the cafeteria and walked the block back to the apartment and let myself in. I noted a half-eaten waffle remaining at the table with mild annoyance, but kids will be kids and she probably had to rush for the bus, so I let it slide. I tossed my backpack on my bed, shut the door to my room, and checked myself out in the mirror.

I was pretty skinny and had no upper body strength, so I'd decided to start working out. Partly it was so I could avoid the legendary Freshmen Fifteen, but mostly I was just hoping to attract some girls. I'd never had a girlfriend in high school, being the skinny nerdy type, so I was going to start working out to change that.

After doing a bunch of situps, pushups, jumping jacks, some bicep curls, and a grand total of one chin up (and I don't think it counts if you sort of hop to get started) on a chin up bar I installed in the closet door, I'd worked up a decent sweat and needed a shower. So I set out some clean clothes on my bed, stripped naked, and stepped out to go to the bathroom.

Oh shit.

My roommates little sister was frozen in mid-stride in the hallway, probably as surprised to see me home at this time as I was to see her. Did she skip school too? Probably, she was still in her night shirt and panties.

Then her eyes went down and I remember that I was standing stark naked in front of an 11 year old girl. Like I said, my family was always pretty relaxed about the dress code and they'd seen me walk to and from the shower naked countless times, but c'mon. Not the same thing, dude.

Anonymous 12/10/06(Sat)12:20 No. 17322 ID: 5c8966

I quickly ducked back into my room and shut the door. After a few seconds, I heard the door to her room click shut and I stuck my head out; she was gone. I darted into the bathroom and shut the door, then got the shower started.

Dammit. I didn't have to look in the mirror to tell my face was red, I could feel it. I fretted about the accidental encounter for a few minutes, then decided to just not worry about it. Accidents happen, right? And I just pretended nothing had happened, she probably would too. It's not like she talked to her brother much anyway.

I finished my shower, carefully wrapped myself in a towel, and got back into my room and shut the door behind me. Ok, she was still in her room, good. I quickly got dressed, then headed into the living room. I really needed something to distract me, and some XBox sound like just the thing.

I'd only been playing for a few minutes when I noticed motion out of the corner of my eye and looked up to see Sara emerging from the hall. She looked at me, blushed, then went to the fridge to pour herself a glass of orange juice. I deliberately turned my attention back to my game, and after she'd finished her juice she went back to her room.

Bill got home a couple hours later and went straight to his room without saying a word. Typical.

They were decent enough roomies, but they could have at least tried to be a little more sociable. I didn't see either of them the rest of the day, but I heard one or both of them microwave dinner while I was in my room studying for an exam.

Breakfast the next morning was identical to the day before, except Bill's textbook had changed to a different subject and his sister's panties were pale pink. I made a deliberate effort not to look at her as I ate breakfast and headed off for class. I had only morning classes that day, but Bill didn't get in until evening because of his late biology class. I didn't see his sister until she emerged from her room for dinner.

Odd. She was still dressed in her night shirt and panties; normally she was only like that in the morning before she got dressed for school. And I didn't remember hearing her come in the front door; did she skip school today too? Bill acknowledged her presence with a grunt and a pat on the head, stuck her food in the microwave for her, then retreated into his room, nose buried in his book.

Damn, dude. I know you want to make a good impression on the professors your first semester, but maybe at least try to have some sort of life or social interaction?

Then again, I guess I wasn't much better.

I wish that'd stayed true.

Anonymous 12/10/06(Sat)12:43 No. 17323 ID: 5c8966

By the end of the week, I'd become certain that Sara was skipping school since she never bothered to get dressed and I never saw or heard her go through the front door to the apartment at any time.

It wasn't any of my business though; it's not like I was her dad or brother, after all. So I said nothing.

The weekend went normally enough (dead silence, and rarely seen roommates. Relaxing, in its way, but also strangely... not, relaxing.), and when Monday rolled around again I noted Sara getting dressed for school and putting on her own backpack, so I decided not to worry about her skipping school. Hell, her parents had died only a few months ago; I could understand skipping school for a few days.

It wasn't until Thursday that the usual routine got screwed up again. I got home after lunch, enjoying my afternoon with no classes, and went through my workout routine again. I hadn't noticed any real gain from my exercise, but at least it didn't make me sore like when I first started, so I decided I was making some progress. I laid out clean clothes again, then tossed my sweaty ones into the hamper and went to the bathroom.

Crap. I normally kept my towel in the bathroom, but I'd tossed it in the hamper yesterday. And I wasn't about to use somebody else's towel. I turned around to get a clean towel out of my room and damn near ran into Sara as she emerged from her room with a dirty plate.

We both froze and I could feel my face turning red again. What the hell? I thought she went to school today? At least she was dressed this time. I, on the other hand, was naked as a jaybird. Again. In front of an 11 year old.

After a long moment of staring at each other in startlement, her gaze went down to my crotch again; a blush spread across her face, but she made no effort not to stare. Dammit, ok, play cool. It's no big deal. You walked back and forth from the shower naked at home all the time, she walks around in her panties all the time, this will only be a big deal if you make it a big deal. Ok, so...

"Uh, shouldn't you be in school right now?"

She was still staring at my junk. "Didn't feel like going today."

Ok, this wasn't working. I'm just going to casually walk into my room, grab a towel, and pretend like everything's cool.

It would have been nice if that had actually been how it went. Instead, Sara pointed and asked, "Is that your penis?"

Shit. Ok, just... no biggie. No biggie. Play it cool, man. Casual.

"Um, yeah."

After a moment, she met my eyes and blushed an even brighter shade of red.

"Ummm... Can I touch it?"

Hell no. I should've said hell no. I should have just gone to my room, or backed into the bathroom and shut the door. Instead, like an idiot, I just tried to play it off.

"Uh, sure. I guess."

After a few second's hesitation and a glance at my face to make certain it was ok, she quickly reached out and poked my penis with a fingertip for a split instance, then withdrew her hand like it was burned or something. She stared at it a few moments longer, then, childish curiosity fulfilled, she wandered off to put her plate in the sink and I quickly ran into my room and shut the door. I didn't leave again until I heard her door click shut, and I took my shower in record time.

I really hoped she didn't say anything to her brother. I strongly suspected he'd kill me or something.

I was still alive Friday and over the weekend, and Sara had gone to school Friday, so it was safe to assume she hadn't mentioned our encounter to Bill. Still, that was twice, and I wasn't eager to repeat those encounters, so I decided I had to be more careful and just go to the shower clothed from now on.

Anonymous 12/10/06(Sat)16:29 No. 17325 ID: 368b1b

I lolled hard.

"Is that your penis?"

Keep it up. :P

Shit. Ok, just... no biggie. No biggie. Play itcool,man.Casual.

Anonymous 12/10/07(Sun)08:29 No. 17330 ID: fd21a2

continueyfjuuursfjljfs pls.

Anonymous 12/10/08(Mon)17:26 No. 17344 ID: 58030b

that really is the most realistic sounding loli reaction i've ever read on elit

anoninny 12/10/09(Tue)05:09 No. 17352 ID: 89aba0

Competently written, which always attracts my notice.

Looking forward to the rest, although I hope this isn't all being written in a prison cell.

Anonymous 12/10/10(Wed)05:33 No. 17360 ID: 61bc43

I'll continue adding to the story as the mood hits me, but be warned that it will updated sporadically. Think of it like a candy bar: it's not good to eat it all at once, but very nice as an occasional treat now and then.

Anonymous 12/10/10(Wed)05:59 No. 17361 ID: 61bc43

From then on, I started wearing boxers when I went to take a shower. I ran into Sara a couple more times, usually on the weekends, but it wasn't a problem since I wasn't exposing my crotch to some kid.

No, what happened was probably worse. One Saturday, I got back from jogging and saw Bill sitting at the table working on a paper, said hi and got a grunt in return, then went to my room and stripped down to my boxers so I could take a shower.

Preoccupied with the thought that I should probably be studying too since I had an exam on Monday, I didn't notice the bathroom door was latched and the light was on and just waltzed on in.

Sara there, dripping wet from the shower and reaching for the towel on the rack, frozen in surprise as I walked in. Following the natural male instinct, I glanced at her chest (flat, mosquito-bite nipples) and crotch (hairless and smooth), immediately felt dirty, and backed out of the bathroom and shut the door all in one motion.

I must have slammed the door hard enough to get Bill's attention, because he looked up from his laptop and asked what was up. Dammit.

"I, uh, just walked in on your sister."

"Ha! Serves her right for taking so long in there. I think she used up all the hot water. Don't worry about it, she walked to the shower naked all the time at home. She'll be fine."

He dismissed it with a wave and went back to writing his paper.

Huh. Well, that went better than expected. And I guess their family was as relaxed about clothing as mine was. Hell, I still showered with my sister until I was 10 and she was 16; she'd finally convinced both my parents that I was old enough I wouldn't slip and drown if I showered on my own, and I'd learned that puberty did interesting things to a girl's body.

I guess Bill and I were more alike than either of us had realized when we met at orientation and decided to room together.

I waited around in the living room until Sara had finished drying off and then went into her room and shut the door. Since she was wrapped in a towel, and she always left her towel in the bathroom like I did, I guess she still did walk to the shower naked.

Anonymous 12/10/24(Wed)03:28 No. 17491 ID: 61bc43

It was a couple days later that I made my first step in the wrong direction. Well, no, that's not quite true. Everything could have gone just fine from that point on, if I hadn't been such an idiot. But that was the first step down a long road to... well, I won't skip ahead.

I'd already passed the first exam for both of my Tuesday-Thursday classes and this was the first day of class afterward; we wouldn't be getting our exams back yet, but we wouldn't be covering much in the way of new material either. Besides, I was already one chapter ahead in both classes.

So, naturally, I decided to skip class. I don't want to give the impression that this was a regular thing for me, it wasn't. But that day I decided I was going to stay home and reward myself for all the hard work I'd put into passing both exams; I was pretty sure I'd made at least a 90 on both.

By the time I rolled out of bed, Bill was already gone and his dishes in the sink. I didn't bother getting dressed, just a t-shirt and boxers, poured a bowl of cereal, and sat down on the couch to play some video games.

Not two minutes later, Sara wandered out of her room, hair a tangled mess and a sleepy expression on her face. Her panties were green and covered in cartoon frogs; did she only have the one nightshirt though?

"Could you turn it down? I'm trying to sleep."

"What are you doing home? Aren't you supposed to be in school?"

She paused and glanced to the left, then mumbled something about school being canceled today. Having been her age and having had younger siblings, I knew immediately she was lying, but it wasn't any of my business so I didn't call her on it. Still...

"Well, good. I'd hate it if you were skipping school so much. It's not good for you."

She shrugged and turned to go back to her room. I felt kind of sorry for her, since she always shut herself up in there, she didn't seem to have any friends at her new school, and her brother barely acknowledged her existence. Hell, he barely acknowledged my existence. I guess it was his way of coping with the loss of his parents. But still, I felt bad for her. So...

"You shouldn't sleep all day. It's not healthy. Why don't you join me? I've got plenty of two-player games. I'll even let you pick something."

There. Right there. That was it. Harmless on its own, but if I hadn't made that decision, if I hadn't acted on that emotion, none of this would have happened.

Who am I kidding.

Anonymous 12/10/24(Wed)03:51 No. 17492 ID: 61bc43

She scratched her head, which left some of her hair standing up ridiculously, and glanced at the game consoles. Most of them were mine, and I'm proud to say it was a decent collection, but two were Bill's.

"Do you have Mario Kart?"

"Which one?"

"There's more than one?"

Ah. She was probably only familiar with the newest one.

"Have a seat. I'll set it up."

After I got the Wii set up and grabbed a pair of controllers, I turned and saw her sitting in the middle of the couch indian-style, rubbing her eyes with both hands and trying to wake up. The little frog directly over her crotch seemed to be staring at me accusingly, and I quickly averted my eyes and sat down next to her.

"You know how to play this one?"

She nodded and we started playing.

She kicked my ass, eight to three. By the last race, she was actually cackling triumphantly. Fucking blue shell. She wasn't just good at playing the game, it was obvious she actually had a talent for strategy, from the way she played. Bill seemed like a pretty intelligent guy; I guess his sister got the good genes too.

After that last humiliating defeat, Sara announced she was hungry and I remembered she hadn't eaten breakfast. Come to think of it, that bowl of cereal wasn't going to tide me over until lunch. So, I cooked us both some bacon, eggs, and fried toast, and we sat at the table eating. Sara seemed a little more animated than she usually was at breakfast; either she took a while to wake up in the morning, or she simply needed some human interaction. She hummed to herself as she ate, and I could feel the vibration as she rhythmically kicked the table leg with her bare feet.

"You wanna play something else?"

"Like what," she said, perking up as I broke the silence.

Yes, interaction was definitely what she needed. It wasn't healthy being secluded. For me or for her. So...

"I dunno. We got a lot of games. You pick."

She wandered over to the entertainment center and bent over to look at the stacks of games on the shelf. I stared at her butt, with the green panties conforming to it rather nicely. Another cartoon frog glared at me with condemnation.

Yeah. What the hell am I doing staring at an 11 year old's ass? It's completely inappropriate. She hasn't even hit puberty yet. But even if she had, it still wouldn't be appropriate. Hell, WHY am I staring at some kid's ass like that? Why do I care about what kind of panties she has on in the morning? What the hell is wrong with me? Am I that hard up, just because I've never had a girlfriend?

Still, she does have a pretty cute butt. Nice, shapely legs too. And... yeah, I'm burning in that special hell. The one they reserve for pedophiles and people who talk in the theater.

"How about this one?"

"Uh... I think that one might be a little too scary for you."

Doom 3 is definitely not for 11 year old girls.

"But it looks cool!"


"Fine. But if you get too scared, we're playing something else."

The batteries in the other XBox controller were dead, and I couldn't find the charger, so she watched while I played. The longer I played, the closer she scooted toward me on the couch. At one point, she jumped at a surprise-scare when a zombie jumped out of a storage locker and grabbed onto me.

"Ok, I think we should play something different."

"No, it's ok! I'm not scared!"

"Yeah, but I'm tired of Doom. Why don't you pick something else out while I go pee real quick?"

She got up and began going through the stacks of games again while I went into the bathroom and tried to will my growing erection away before it became noticeable.

Trying NOT to get a hard-on never works, in case you're curious. It's natural to get a chubby when some cute girl is practically in your lap, but she's a freaking kid!

After a while, things went back to normal and I decided to put some pants on to hide anything that might... come up, in the future.

post moar Anonymous 12/10/24(Wed)08:22 No. 17500 ID: e8a9c6

This build up and suspense is killing me over here.

Anonymous 12/10/25(Thu)00:18 No. 17508 ID: 1d3c34

That's the best part, I hope this goes on for a long time.

Anonymous 12/10/30(Tue)23:45 No. 17564 ID: c402ab

BUMP. Need this to be continued.

Anonymous 12/10/31(Wed)20:23 No. 17572 ID: c2882e

epic trolling if he hooks up with bill first :P

Anonymous 12/11/03(Sat)01:50 No. 17579 ID: cb892f

Bump! please continue good sir!

Anonymous 12/11/03(Sat)08:08 No. 17581 ID: edb02b

I'm thinking the narrator is in prison, not because he was caught molesting children, but because of his cruel use of suspense.

Anonymous 12/11/11(Sun)10:31 No. 17644 ID: 61bc43

Pants freshly donned, I returned to the living room and discovered that I was apparently in for a session of Left 4 Dead. Did she genuinely like violent horror games, or was she just picking them because they were "forbidden" in her mind? Restricted only for adults, or at least for older guys and not scaredy little girls.

Whatever. I picked up the controller and she made me pick Francis because "he has a funny name". Then she urged me to shoot Bill because he had the same name as her brother.

I glanced at her, giggling and squirming around on the couch, and decided she was just being a silly kid and not... you know, someone with issues.

Issues. Heh. I'm one to talk.

Anyway, after an hour or so of zombie slaying, Bill finally came home. He looked pissed.

"Uh, hey dude. How'd your-"

I didn't even finished before he slammed his backpack full of heavy textbooks onto the table.

"Some asshole keyed my car! I saw it when I walked back from campus. And that's just the icing on the cake! The damned TA in my biology class plagiarized my paper and then when he got caught, claimed I had copied HIS paper! Took me an hour with the dean to get everything sorted out."

He unzipped his backpack and started pulling things out so he could do his homework, and then bit off another curse.

"And apparently I've just shattered my TI-83+ slamming it into the table. You know what, I'm not in the mood for this."

He then stormed off to his room and slammed the door.

I turned back to the game just in time for Zoe to startle the witch and get me killed. On the couch next to me, sitting indian-style and staring at her crossed ankles, Sara muttered, "He didn't use to be so grouchy all the time."

I didn't know what to say, so I didn't say anything. After a while though, I reached one around her and gave her a hug, just to be nice. After a moment's hesitation, she hugged me back, then went to her room and closed the door. I didn't see her again until dinner.

After dinner, I worked out for a few minutes, took my shower, stuck my head out to make sure Sara wasn't around, and zipped into my room, having lapsed into my habit of walking to the shower naked.

How is it that on the day I did practically nothing, I'm the most exhausted? I flopped onto the bed naked, not even bothering to pull on my boxers, pulled a sheet over me, and drifted off to sleep.

Roomates Major Wood 12/11/11(Sun)17:38 No. 17648 ID: 87d065

You've dropped some hints that things get kind of crazy. I hope that's crazy good. Personally, I like consentual Mf with happy endings(no pun), but I'm sure your outline from here is already fixed. I assume you plan to describe Sara in a little more detail at some point. She is flat with a nice ass and legs and a smooth kitty is all I recall, but I speed read. That causes me to miss a detail from time to time. Looking forward to your character putting the frog panties where they belong, around one of her ankles.....good job so far, mate.....peace

Anonymous 12/11/11(Sun)22:39 No. 17650 ID: 1d2b58

Sara pointed and asked, "Is that your penis?" AHAHAHAHA

Anonymous 12/11/12(Mon)13:17 No. 17667 ID: 2def14

"Fucking blue shell."

My sides.
Keep it up op, this is fantastic

!ItCASTLEsk 12/11/12(Mon)19:51 No. 17668 ID: fd2c20

>references Special Hell in his loli story
>fucking blue shell

You're my favorite person ever. Your writing style is reminiscent of exactly how I wish I could write and how I try to write, references and all. The way the story is going is exactly how I would have wanted it to.

Thank you for being an excellent writer.

Anonymous 12/11/13(Tue)20:04 No. 17672 ID: 6b218a

This will be one of those stories where it slowly goes along until he gets to kiss her or grope her a bit and whatever, and then no more updates.

Anonymous 12/11/14(Wed)06:54 No. 17676 ID: d7d2e3

I get the feeling that his sleeping naked is a chekov's gun for the next chapter where she walks into his room and stuff happens.

Anonymous 12/11/15(Thu)16:37 No. 17685 ID: 6ca10f

This story is close to AnonyMPC quality. Please continue, and get a name while you're at it.

Anonymous 12/11/17(Sat)21:34 No. 17703 ID: 70e74e


Very first post describes her some more.

Anonymous 12/11/19(Mon)03:35 No. 17716 ID: 3f6fcf

This is so fucking great. Bump.

Anonymous 12/11/26(Mon)17:36 No. 17789 ID: 0a6095


Anonymous 12/11/27(Tue)01:57 No. 17792 ID: 7517ef

Been too long since the last update! BAMP!

Anonymous 12/12/02(Sun)23:19 No. 17818 ID: ce59e9


Anonymous 12/12/06(Thu)01:47 No. 17826 ID: 1ac075

the lack of activity on this thread makes me die alittle inside.

Anonymous 12/12/08(Sat)11:23 No. 17832 ID: 70e74e


Sorry, I'm driving cross-country to a funeral. I'll update when I get back.

Anonymous 12/12/12(Wed)05:25 No. 17843 ID: 1c80fa

I woke, feeling stiff. In more ways than one. Not only had I slept in an awkward position, I also had a glorious case of morning wood. I glanced at the clock and saw I had nearly two hours before class, and since I was already naked for some reason I couldn't quite remember at the time, I might as well take care of the stiffness.

My laptop was brand new; I'd bought it for school and left my desktop PC at home, and as a result I had a serious deficiency in fap material. Well, that was easily fixed. I went to one of the several chans I visited now and then and went immediately to the porn.

Let's see... Feet, feet, ugly bottle blondes with fake tits, feet, fat asses, cartoon ponies, chubbies, feet... I must be the only one with discriminating taste when it comes to what I jerk off to.

Hold up- that may not be true. A teens thread! I scrolled through the usual poorly-made self-shots, duck faces, camwhores, women who were obviously too old to be teens, and one or two who were actually attractive, and then...

Oh shit.

She HAD to be underage. Skinny, gangly-limbs, awkward smile with braces, red hair, blue eyes, small but shapely tits, and just a wisp of fuzz above her crotch.

My erection could have penetrated diamond at that moment. I knew I shouldn't have, but I saved it. She was obviously too young and if anyone found that photo on my computer I was in trouble. My boner didn't care. I brought the picture up, enlarged it, and began stroking.

I eventually came with such force that half of it missed the tissue I was holding and I had to wipe up my linoleum floor with a dirty sock. Having satisfied my baser urges with forbidden fruit, I immediately felt dirty and closed my laptop, got dressed, and headed into the kitchen for breakfast.

As I poured a bowl of cereal and got a glass of OJ, I foolishly believed that having satisfied my lust would have reined in my inappropriate urges. This is akin to expecting to cure your addiction to weed by snorting a line of coke (I've never tried either, just for the record.).

When Sara came out for breakfast wearing her usual nightshirt and panties (yellow with smiling sunflowers), I immediately felt my pants shrinking. Dammit. I played it cool and kept eating, feigning interest in the back of the cereal box until my erection finally went away; then I grabbed my backpack and headed out the door before Bill even finished eating.

The entire walk to campus, I felt dirty. What the hell was wrong with me?

I didn't pay much attention during english lit. My mind was distracted with visions of pretty red hair, perfect little tits, and just a hint of orange peach fuzz.

I'm going to hell.

Anonymous 12/12/12(Wed)05:42 No. 17844 ID: ffc405

When I first saw that there was an update to this, I thought "Holy screaming mother of fuck, yes. Maybe there'll be some sex in this one."

And then it turned out to be the shortest update thus far, and it can be summed up with "I woke up with a hard on, jacked off to some cp, and then got hard again when I saw my roommate's sister."

OP I am disappoint, and I demand MOAR.

Anonymous 12/12/12(Wed)06:05 No. 17845 ID: 54cc34

Also it's really hard to get 'addicted' to weed. Usually it's the lack of activity that's addictive, which is what leads to crazy shit being done while High. Anyway, gotta point out, noton par with the other chapters, I don't think it's the same author.

Anonymous 12/12/12(Wed)16:13 No. 17848 ID: efc36c

File removed. - ( )

Not OP, as you can see, the ID for the last "update" is ID: 1c80fa when OP has always been ID: 5c8966

Anonymous 12/12/14(Fri)05:31 No. 17854 ID: ffd0ad

This is infact not so. Op has had three id's so far.

5c8966 61bc43 and now 1c80fa.

Anonymous 12/12/15(Sat)04:03 No. 17859 ID: a37f53

ops has had 4 ids if 70e74e is from op

Anonymous 12/12/15(Sat)11:47 No. 17862 ID: 9c1711

Is op using wifi, a proxy, a public computer, or a pppoe?

Anonymous 12/12/29(Sat)03:08 No. 17984 ID: e6cd20

Get off your ass, OP.

Anonymous 12/12/30(Sun)05:09 No. 17985 ID: ffd0ad

No, don't get off your ass. Sit on it and write.

Anonymous 12/12/30(Sun)06:21 No. 17986 ID: bcdb10

Good so far!

Anonymous 13/01/11(Fri)09:15 No. 18100 ID: 790c56

We need an update...I know it'll get good soon, but waiting is tough.

Anonymous 13/01/14(Mon)00:21 No. 18120 ID: 0f9b46

mother of god. WRITE MORE!

Anonymous 13/01/24(Thu)06:57 No. 18185 ID: 0f9b46

Page 1?!? I THINK NOT!


Anonymous 13/01/28(Mon)21:31 No. 18217 ID: 4cfefd


Anonymous 13/01/30(Wed)02:53 No. 18222 ID: 71e144

Get some writing done, man! This thread is getting popular.

keep going noko 13/01/30(Wed)08:07 No. 18223 ID: 16b476


we all agree... please keep going

Anonymous 13/01/31(Thu)04:03 No. 18228 ID: e630a3

I need a new update. Now.

Anonymous 13/02/02(Sat)07:35 No. 18237 ID: 0f9b46

The suspense is killing me! (and my cigarettes)

Moar before i die!!!

Anonymous 13/02/05(Tue)22:12 No. 18262 ID: ba7498

OP, I can't take it anymore! The suspense is eating me alive!

Anonymous 13/02/09(Sat)11:34 No. 18278 ID: 9a7154

Our hero is dead. I think.

Anonymous 13/02/09(Sat)20:59 No. 18279 ID: 61bc43

I'm still here, I just haven't been in the mood to write. Going to back to back funerals, losing your job, and getting a restraining order against your psycho ex-GF (who is responsible for my getting fired and came at me with a pair of scissors because the crazy bitch had a dream that I cheated on her) kinda sucked the creative juices out of me.

I'll get back to it when the mood strikes. Lately I've actually started thinking more about the story, so I may add some more soon.

Anonymous 13/02/10(Sun)13:08 No. 18284 ID: 790c56

Well damn, our hero was almost dead thanks to a psycho ex. Luckily she failed. So glad to know this one may continue soon, I was so disappointed when I thought it may not get finished. My faith is restored. Hope things get better for you OP, sucks to hear its so rough out there for ya.

Anonymous 13/02/13(Wed)03:20 No. 18310 ID: bd7aa3

I am a fan. please continue with the story. thanks.

Anonymous 13/02/13(Wed)07:13 No. 18311 ID: 3af8a5

Wow that really sucks, OP. I'm sure the wait will only make your story better! Take as much time as you want.

Anonymous 13/02/14(Thu)20:45 No. 18318 ID: ae16f0

wtf, how do dates work in 7chan

Waxing+Carnauba 13/02/15(Fri)07:42 No. 18325 ID: f5318e


You get set up by your concerned mother, eat the world's most awkward dinner, make an inappropriate joke during dessert, excuse yourself, and sneak out the bathroom window without paying the bill.

That's how dates work here.

Oh, you mean the numeric date. They go non-American style--DD/MM/YY.

Anonymous 13/02/15(Fri)11:57 No. 18327 ID: f5b1c2


Anonymous 13/02/15(Fri)19:10 No. 18330 ID: 950bbb

On my phone browser it reads like 13/02/15, so I was like oh fuck this thread's been on here for years. But still, it has been on for a while

Anonymous 13/02/20(Wed)17:55 No. 18359 ID: 11ef78

I got the same thing, bruv. The hell?

【Treecko】 !mcEVilkunM 13/02/27(Wed)04:40 No. 18395 ID: f16254

dates here for some reason (and who realy cares) goe in teh form YY/MM/DD...not sure where that form is used other than here but its all good

Anonymous 13/02/27(Wed)20:54 No. 18397 ID: 0f9b46

OP where did you go?! we need moar! *weeps softly*

Anonymous 13/03/01(Fri)02:40 No. 18404 ID: c1c58c

C'mon OP...we need more!

Anonymous 13/03/06(Wed)11:11 No. 18462 ID: 33bf42

Back to the top with you

Anonymous 13/03/10(Sun)03:40 No. 18476 ID: 61bc43

I'm (OP) still here. Just gotta get back in the writing mood.

I need my muse.

S33KER 13/03/15(Fri)05:48 No. 18511 ID: cf1c7f

Bump for moar, hope things start to turn around for you, OP.

Anonymous 13/03/20(Wed)12:26 No. 18554 ID: 7a2c3b

thank god you're still up for it. can't wait for you to finish this!

Anonymous 13/03/26(Tue)20:58 No. 18597 ID: 61bc43

Update: Have been in the mood to write and figured out where I want the story to go from here. So that's good.

What's not good is that my laptop has shit the bed; hard drive is going bad, battery is going bad, and everything else needs an upgrade. It's an old computer and everything is at least a generation behind, if not more, and now hardware is starting to wear out.

At this point, it would be cheaper to just buy a whole new laptop than replace all the dying components in this one. Until I do so, I can't write any more of the story.

So look for an update to the story in two, three weeks if all goes well.

And if anyone is interested, the psycho bitch who fucking stabbed me with scissors just got put away for five years and is undergoing psychiatric evaluation. So there's that.

That's all for now. Hope to continue this soon, but don't want to string you guys along forever without delivering. Knock on wood.

Not that kind of wood, you sick bastards. ;-)

Anonymous 13/03/29(Fri)19:52 No. 18605 ID: a86109

Thanks for the update, glad she got put away, just make sure to take your time, we'd much rather have the same good quality writing in three weeks than some shit you've put together in one.

Anonymous 13/04/10(Wed)05:00 No. 18680 ID: 61bc43

Further update: New laptop ordered, expect it to arrive within a week or so if all goes well.

New chapter will be up as soon as I have my new computer.

Anonymous 13/04/12(Fri)21:17 No. 18696 ID: 7be7df


Anonymous 13/04/14(Sun)03:38 No. 18697 ID: 3170d8

Now that you've set the context and left it for a few weeks we've likely all had ideas on where this could go...can I suggest three alternatives, it would be awesome if you did each as alternative story lines; 1) loli seduces him 2) loli is seduced 3) loli is abused and made into a tool

Anonymous 13/04/14(Sun)05:23 No. 18698 ID: 8edadf

Man this thread is popular now. One thing I must say- how many underage people must be reading this?

Anonymous 13/04/14(Sun)06:02 No. 18699 ID: 2ace69

I rather appreciate the leisurely pace of this tale. Please don't feel the need to give in to the desires of impatient cretins who demand immediate gratification.

Anonymous 13/04/18(Thu)10:25 No. 18726 ID: 66e1fa

I'm 18 now, but I was under aged when I first started reading this story.

Anonymous 13/04/20(Sat)00:11 No. 18733 ID: 59aa4e

I'm 25 now, but I was underage when I first started reading this story.

I thirst for more. This story is moving infernally slowly.

Anonymous 13/04/21(Sun)20:14 No. 18740 ID: f7d0a5


Anonymous 13/04/22(Mon)01:25 No. 18745 ID: 6275b2

So we can expect a new chapter pretty soon. I love you.

Anonymous 13/04/24(Wed)10:39 No. 18761 ID: c4ee47


Anonymous 13/04/24(Wed)18:40 No. 18763 ID: 3128b6


Anonymous 13/04/27(Sat)04:33 No. 18773 ID: 59aa4e

Shit, I've just about given up on waiting.

Anonymous 13/04/28(Sun)08:55 No. 18784 ID: 27430a

I haven't....

HalfBaked 13/04/30(Tue)02:58 No. 18808 ID: 0d017a

If the OP doesn't post an update by friday I will update it with what I think should happen next(basically a chapter update). By no means do I plan to continue the story provided the OP comes back, nor do I consider anything I contribute canon (neither should you). I'll post it on pastebin so it doesn't confuse anyone and you may ignore it if you choose.

Anonymous 13/04/30(Tue)20:56 No. 18816 ID: 59aa4e

I hope you're working on it.

Anonymous 13/04/30(Tue)22:08 No. 18817 ID: 0f9b46

OP i hope you realize how rare it is for a story to continue to remain at the front page after going more than a month with no update, it speaks volumes as to how much we like your story and want you to continue it with as much haste as you can muster.

Anonymous 13/05/01(Wed)02:13 No. 18818 ID: 1c7118

Now now, he's got some stuff going on, give him time.

HalfBaked 13/05/01(Wed)04:26 No. 18820 ID: 0d017a

I'm not trying to replace him. if anything the opposide. Me writing would make everyone hop off his back about getting out an update RIGHT NOW.
I've had it written out for like, a week now. All I have to do is proofread and make final edits whenever i'm not so busy.

HalfBaked 13/05/01(Wed)05:20 No. 18822 ID: 0d017a


*opposite. Fuck spelling.

Anonymous 13/05/03(Fri)00:29 No. 18840 ID: 59aa4e

Hope you're prepared to post.

HalfBaked 13/05/03(Fri)03:09 No. 18841 ID: 0d017a


I never said I would post ON Friday. That's a bit unlikely as I most likely won't be home until Sunday. Sorry

Anonymous 13/05/04(Sat)12:50 No. 18851 ID: c85651


Anonymous 13/05/05(Sun)00:52 No. 18853 ID: 8f9f6f

I think that I would rather wait for the original author.

Anonymous 13/05/05(Sun)04:37 No. 18854 ID: 61bc43


You need wait no longer. Don't have my new computer yet (unexpected expenses came up), but fuck it. You've all been very patient, and patience should be rewarded.

I woke up late, rolled out of bed, and got dressed. Awkwardly, because I had incredible morning wood. Bill had already left for class, but I ran into Sara as she was heading out the door.

"You're gonna be late," I told her.

"Nah, the bus has to wait for ten minutes. I'll make it- Oh!"

She yelped as she picked up her backpack and spilled the contents all over the floor, having left it unzipped and grabbed it by the bottom. As she bent over to pick her things up, her skirt hiked up and I saw that her panties were yellow with little sunflowers on them.

I am such a pervert.

I was probably blushing, feeling guilt at staring a little girl's ass, and as she put the last pencil into her backpack and stood up, she noticed me and asked, "what?"

"Nothing! Um... your skirt is hiked up."

She flushed slightly, making the light dusting of freckles on her cheeks disappear for a moment, and tugged her skirt back down.


Feeling awkward, I saw her out the door, locked up, and walked off to my first class. I ended up being twenty minutes late, but I don't think anyone noticed me slip in.

Classes were boring. Professor Ben Stein kept droning the entire class (seriously, he has the same monotone and everything) and I nearly fell asleep, and my other classes were nothing spectacular either. At least my next paper wasn't due for another week, and I didn't have any other assignments for once.

I walked back to the apartment at a nice, leisurely pace, enjoying the cool weather, and noticed the bus letting the kids off. Sara was one of the last ones off the bus, spotted me, and waved, so I waved back and we walked back to the apartment together.

Without any prompting from me, she grabbed onto my hand as we strolled down the sidewalk and started telling me about how horrible her new school was, how the boys were jerks, the girls were mean and stupid, the teacher was boring, and basically how everything was the most terrible thing ever. She also had a bounce in her step, practically skipping, and was smiling the entire time, so I found the whole thing amusing and just went along with it, mmhmming and ahing and I seeing at the appropriate moments.

I didn't realize until much later that her cheerfulness was because of my company. I had a vague idea of how desperate she was for a friend, but didn't think much of it at the time.

Without even realizing it, I was hoist by my own petard. What started out innocent... Well, no single raindrop thinks it's responsible for the flood.

When we got to the apartment, Bill had already arrived, having driven his car (he was still pissed about it being keyed), and after a gruff acknowledgement of our arrival he disappeared into his room again.

The two of us settled at the table, I started reading the next assignment for my literature class: The Song of Roland. Holy shit, medieval poems are long. I was actually relieved when Sara asked for help with her math homework, and I scooted my chair to her side of the table and walked her through the problems she'd been assigned. When we finished, she was practically beaming.

"Thanks! It would have taken me waaaay longer if you hadn't helped!"

"No problem," I said, patting her on the head as I stood to fix dinner. "Any time you need a hand, I'd be glad to help."

Like I said, no single raindrop. But raindrops add up...

HalfBaked 13/05/05(Sun)05:02 No. 18855 ID: 0d017a

Oh wow, nevermind then... guess it's no longer necessary... Time to http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T3bWon3Tg-8

Anonymous 13/05/05(Sun)07:18 No. 18856 ID: c85651

Thanks op.

Anonymous 13/05/06(Mon)07:53 No. 18866 ID: 358995

Why don't you post the pastebin anyways? Or is that considered rude to the OP?

Anonymous 13/05/06(Mon)14:51 No. 18868 ID: 4cfefd

Glad you're back.

Anonymous 13/05/07(Tue)02:00 No. 18877 ID: d9df21

We should be glad op is so dedicated. Most people just abandon stories for no reason, but this motherfucker kept writing despite all the shit he's going through.

Anonymous 13/05/07(Tue)04:19 No. 18879 ID: 61bc43


Wouldn't hurt my feelings, though perhaps it would be less confusing to readers if it had its own thread? We've already got one post by an imposter in here, no need to confuse them with someone else's contribution.


To be honest, I only write when I'm in the mood for it. It's escapism for me. So I'd probably write stuff regardless of what goes on in my life because it distracts me from all that.

Anonymous 13/05/07(Tue)09:25 No. 18883 ID: 0f9b46

Absolutely loving it OP, i think every one can agree here that the lack of sex or any connotations of sex (besides the panty shots) is perfectly fine. I for one am enjoying reading a story where the characters actually seem to have mass and the relationships seem to grow more organically. Keep it coming OP. And thank you for not giving up.

Anonymous 13/05/08(Wed)01:00 No. 18891 ID: 61bc43


I figure the payoff is better if there's a good bit leading up to it.

Plus, if you just want something you can quickly fap to, why read a story when you can look at pics/video?

Although I am wondering if I should skip ahead some so the story doesn't drag...

Anonymous 13/05/09(Thu)23:26 No. 18904 ID: 5a4cae

No, please don't. I like it this way

Anonymous 13/05/11(Sat)02:17 No. 18911 ID: aca83a

Don't skip ahead. That kills all emotion and character development. With this latest chapter it going at a good pace. It just seems slower because the infrequent updates.

Anonymous 13/05/11(Sat)19:42 No. 18915 ID: 61bc43

Ok, guess I won't skip ahead for now.

Anonymous 13/05/12(Sun)18:00 No. 18921 ID: 0f9b46

just as long as you keep em coming man.

Anonymous 13/05/13(Mon)04:35 No. 18924 ID: 03c521

>left at a cliffhanger

Anonymous 13/05/14(Tue)09:21 No. 18929 ID: f2dee9

We're looking forward to this one, OP!

Anonymous 13/05/18(Sat)20:17 No. 18966 ID: 1c7118

The anticipation is...palpable

Anonymous 13/05/23(Thu)03:12 No. 18994 ID: 3128b6


Anonymous 13/05/25(Sat)07:00 No. 19010 ID: 0f9b46

Bump for moar epicosity!

Anonymous 13/05/25(Sat)18:59 No. 19015 ID: 552547

New chapter coming soon guys, just gotta wait to be able to go home. Flooding on the roads.

Anonymous 13/05/26(Sun)06:54 No. 19018 ID: 0f9b46


Im now salivating in anticipation. Better be a decently long one though cause it's been a long goddamn time OP.

Anonymous 13/05/27(Mon)22:38 No. 19031 ID: 149a19

OP has such bad luck. God is clearly jealous of his skill and is engaging in sabotage. We support you, OP.

Anonymous 13/05/29(Wed)20:14 No. 19039 ID: 61bc43

New chapter this weekend.

Anonymous 13/05/31(Fri)05:42 No. 19050 ID: 8edadf

This weekend will now take about 5 years.

Anonymous 13/05/31(Fri)06:05 No. 19051 ID: ffd0ad


Anonymous 13/06/01(Sat)07:44 No. 19062 ID: 8edadf

What I meant is that it would take 5 years before it was the weekend...

Anonymous 13/06/03(Mon)05:03 No. 19078 ID: 224383

Humm... weekends come and go. OP remains the same.

Anonymous 13/06/04(Tue)12:14 No. 19093 ID: 60a0c9

C'mon OP. Don't set deadlines if you probably aren't going to make them.

Anonymous 13/06/06(Thu)01:41 No. 19098 ID: 61bc43

Sorry, my dad had a heart attack and I had to take him to the ER. He's ok, but I'm not in the mood to write.

What the hell is with the conga line of bad shit happening to me?

Anonymous 13/06/06(Thu)09:43 No. 19101 ID: d79212

Jesus man. You have awful luck.

Anonymous 13/06/06(Thu)14:34 No. 19103 ID: 277a6a

That sucks, man.

Anonymous 13/06/06(Thu)20:32 No. 19104 ID: 1c7118

Fuck man, I'm sorry.

Anonymous 13/06/07(Fri)11:57 No. 19107 ID: 8e90fc

God man. That shit sucks. Hope your dad gets better soon.

Anonymous 13/06/10(Mon)02:08 No. 19138 ID: 6bc402

I'm beginning to lose faith in OP. It's a great story, but I'm not too sure of what I think of the "Conga line of shit" that OP has listed

Anonymous 13/06/11(Tue)03:24 No. 19147 ID: ffd0ad


You are an ass and should apologize immediately. The author does not owe you or anyone anything. Anything that is produced is a gift to which no one is entitled but for which we are all grateful.

While it is entirely possible that he may be fabricating excuse. (this is the internet after all) It is never acceptable to criticize someone for reacting to a significant family emergency. It is best just to accept his word and hope for the best. Anything else is horribly rude.

He will get around to continuing this story when he gets around to it, and not a moment before.

We can and will wait.

Anonymous 13/06/11(Tue)20:11 No. 19154 ID: 1c7118

I have to agree, that's a fucked thing to say about someone who could genuinely be having all of these problems. If you don't want to wait, fine, don't. But don't go and give someone shit about serious personal problems when they are writing something like this, that's fucked up.

Anonymous 13/06/12(Wed)06:29 No. 19160 ID: b88a7a

Can we please stop bumping obviously dead stories? Whether or not the OP is telling the truth, we're never going to hear the end of this tale.

Just fucking stop posting to this thread and let it die with some dignity.

Anonymous 13/06/14(Fri)04:28 No. 19178 ID: 8edadf


Yea. Like were going to give this thread up. If the OP were going to stop writing why would he be giving us reasons for not posting? If you want to stop looking at this thread than go ahead. I'm staying 'till all this shit in the OP's life is over and the story ended.

Anonymous 13/06/15(Sat)00:45 No. 19182 ID: 5b8a3c

Or, maybe he thinks it's funny to screw with piece of shit pedophiles and is just seeing how long he can string all of you waste of human beings along.

Anonymous 13/06/16(Sun)08:42 No. 19188 ID: 1c7118

Why bother arguing. You sir, can go fuck yourself.

Anonymous 13/06/17(Mon)04:04 No. 19199 ID: 5b8a3c

Awww, did I upset the kiddy didlers? Fucking myself is still better than fucking kids.


Anonymous 13/06/18(Tue)05:49 No. 19212 ID: 0f9b46

Ignore the faggot OP, please continue PLEASE!

Anonymous 13/06/18(Tue)19:47 No. 19217 ID: 1c7118

I hope everything works out for you man. We're rootin for ya!

Anonymous 13/06/21(Fri)17:19 No. 19237 ID: 62802c

Oh no... I got banned for trolling the pedos. Guess I'll have use one of my other 7 devices capable of going on the Internet. I like how you think faggot is an insult. Homophobe much? You guys are too much. Funny that you get super defensive and I get banned because I'm somehow the bad guy, even though you guys are the ones fantasizing about kids. It's gonna be funny when I see all of you on to catch a predator. You guys are pathetic, think about what you're doing. I read a news article the other day about a guy somewhere who raped an infant to death. Almost made me throw up. That guy is one your peers. Great company to be keeping. If hell exsisted, there'd be a special section of it for you. I don't care how many times you ban me. If I get even one person to realize what he's doing and stop being a piece of shit, it'll have been worth it.


Anonymous 13/06/21(Fri)20:49 No. 19239 ID: 0f9b46


I live with a gay couple, i do not use faggot as an insult against homosexuals, i use it as an insult against faggots like yourself. If you don't like this thread, then fucking leave, no one is forcing you to stay, nor is anyone asking you to.

Admittedly yes, i read this and fantasize about being the main character. But working in a retail store i see plenty of young kids, and even forcing myself to have a fantasy about them does not appeal to me. Fantasies are just that, fantasies. Whether it involves this or Dungeons and Dragons or whatever other shit you wanna think up, there will always be crazy asswads that take it too far. The news story you are referring to (which despite nearly an hour of googling, i could not find, which makes me call bullshit.) is one of those crazy assholes, just like the newtown shooter. Using one of these psychopaths as an example to criticize an entire group of people is some of the stupidest shit i've seen on 7chan in a long time. Go cry in a puddle of your own despair somewhere else faggot.

Agreeable Syrethyne 13/06/22(Sat)10:00 No. 19247 ID: 85f1f7

the person above me who callwd the guy trying to be all tough a faggot is correct. there is also significant studies that prove people who really do think about having sex with kids actually are less likely to do so if they read/watch something that plays to their fantasies. the people like the tough guy are the same types of people who made it so women who had sex before marriage were stoned or hung.

Anonymous 13/06/24(Mon)05:36 No. 19260 ID: 0f9b46

Bumping this shit to the front page where it belongs.

Anonymous 13/06/24(Mon)21:23 No. 19262 ID: 17b975


Anonymous 13/06/26(Wed)09:12 No. 19269 ID: 3a76b4

Is OP even here anymore? Jesus Christ.

Anonymous 13/06/28(Fri)05:09 No. 19275 ID: 0f9b46

goddamn OP at least give us a sign you're still alive and writing!

Anonymous 13/06/30(Sun)20:50 No. 19285 ID: bc2ae1

odds are OP is at least alive. maybe the asshole above demotivated him?

Anonymous 13/07/01(Mon)15:29 No. 19288 ID: 1238d0

Op here, there was an earthquake in my locale and everyone I knew is dead. I sit atop the sundered earth looking down at the flaming ruins of everything I used to love. Frankly; I just haven't been in the mood to write.

But I think now I am ready.

Time had passed. It was November now, and it was raining, the kind of rain that you know is going to add up to something. Sara's birthday was close.

We had continued as technically platonic friends, whatever the tensions were. As time went on her curiosity towards me dried up, I was pretty sure she was poking and running away from her teacher's penis on the side. I had taken to furiously masturbating to this idea every morning, leaving me with no further energy to groom the small and probably infertile child, but I had a plan, it was coming together, and it was going to change everything.

Bill's fine, by the way. Fucked out of his mind on ritalin whenever I see him, but sometimes he smiles now.

Anyway, I joined a gym shortly after I left you last, approximately three months ago, and SS/GOMAD had ensured that my true and most aesthetic form now dominated any space I was in. I had purchased a shirt one size too small, and the time was approaching.

It was midnight. Sara, in her room, sound asleep, her entire tiny body appearing to rise and fall with the rhythm of her breath, had just turned twelve. I stood watching. The air was still, the time was apt.

Anonymous 13/07/01(Mon)15:55 No. 19289 ID: 1238d0

I returned to my quarters, it would only be a brief stay. I had just entered the seventh day of nofap and could feel the 141% spike in testosterone coursing my unholy veins. My cock hung heavy, dripping a trail wherever I went, it had been like this for hours.

I donned my small shirt, robe and wizard hat, and proceeded through the apartment towards the girl.

When I walked in I could smell her. She had moved since last I was here, her head was hung behind a pillow, her bare chest pointing upwards and her arms feebly maneuvering the covers down as if she was desperate to escape her own heat, or simply to embrace the cold. I had never been so hard, and then I saw it; a single pube the crowning glory of her Mons Veneris. This was the will of god.

I actually just lost my job. What a fucking conga line. Back later.

S33KER 13/07/01(Mon)16:23 No. 19290 ID: 68b768

Is it just me, or is the writing style from this update inconsistent with previous ones? I don't know if this was really OP....

Anonymous 13/07/01(Mon)17:42 No. 19291 ID: 2aadc1

i agree, i don't think it's OP either, besides the quality of the writtings has declined in this last post

Anonymous 13/07/02(Tue)10:29 No. 19295 ID: 0f9b46


Kindly Get The Fuck Out and stop trying to impersonate someone with talent, you can't even do that well.

Anonymous 13/07/02(Tue)20:47 No. 19298 ID: 471f24

Shitty imposter, but...

>Op here, there was an earthquake in my locale and everyone I knew is dead. I sit atop the sundered earth looking down at the flaming ruins of everything I used to love. Frankly; I just haven't been in the mood to write.

Fucking dead.

Anonymous 13/07/03(Wed)03:57 No. 19299 ID: 0e6fc9

*Slow clap*

That was hilarious. It was then made all the better by the people actually fooled by it.

Best part:
>>SS/GOMAD had ensured that my true and most aesthetic form now dominated any space I was in. I had purchased a shirt one size too small, and the time was approaching.
Followed closely by Bill's much-needed Ritalin.

I still hate that the OP abandoned the story, but this makes it a little better.

Anonymous 13/07/05(Fri)05:44 No. 19325 ID: cc4e23

>Op here, there was an earthquake in my locale and everyone I knew is dead. I sit atop the sundered earth looking down at the flaming ruins of everything I used to love. Frankly; I just haven't been in the mood to write.

I cried laughing.

Anonymous 13/07/14(Sun)02:20 No. 19360 ID: 552547

OP here. Life is much better now. May get back into writing soon, but don't get your panties in a knot waiting.

Anonymous 13/07/14(Sun)04:00 No. 19363 ID: e00ca9

Good to hear that. Good luck with everything, man.

Anonymous 13/07/21(Sun)19:32 No. 19417 ID: 3d5fb2

damn op, i just want to read the rest of this story, dear god its kiling me

Anonymous 13/07/31(Wed)23:59 No. 19474 ID: 61bc43

OP here: I've been diagnosed with cancer and have six weeks to live. I'm just not in the mood to wri- naaaaah!


Saturday went pretty well. Well, in hindsight, it was just one more pebble to add to the eventual avalanche, but it was still a pretty nice day.

Breakfast was typical cereal and a grapefruit; I got tired of the mess it made when I cut the grapefruit in half and tried to eat it with a spoon, so I used a knife and peeled it like an orange. That actually went better than expected, and I started eating them that way from then on.

Sara came in (pale lavender panties with a cartoon bunny just above the crotch; yes, I'm ashamed to say I was waiting to see what they were. As usual.), rubbing one eye and trying without success to get her hair to quit standing up. Then she spotted my grapefruit and the way I was eating it and thought it was the coolest thing ever, so I peeled one for her too while she poured her cereal.

So we sat at the table and chatted about homework and the various inanities kids talk about, and she kicked the table leg rhythmically with her bare feet while we ate.

Bill finally emerged from his lair as I was putting the dishes in the sink, grabbed some Pop-Tarts from the cabinet, and left the apartment without saying a word. Turns out he was going to be gone the entire weekend, working on a class project (studying salamanders in the river or something) and hadn't seen fit to inform either of us. Dude, what if I'd decided to go home for the weekend? Sara would have been alone for two days straight and not even known where we were. Dick move.

Sara asked if we could play video games again, and I said sure, because why not? She chose Mario Kart again and was once again thoroughly kicking my ass when I decided to cheat; I reached over and tickled her just as she was about to pass me. She giggled and squirmed, and drove off the track, increasing my lead. As soon as she was about to pass me again, I tickled her again and she tried to concentrate on the screen, but couldn't avoid squirming and giggling again.

The third time I was about to "cheat", she yelled, "Nooooo!" as soon as I took one hand off my controller and flung herself backwards out of my reach, still giggling. She landed in the prone position on the couch and I shouted, "RAAAARRRR!" and dove on top of her, dropping my controller and tickling her all over with both hands.

She flailed around, dropping her own controller, and laughed uncontrollably, finally managing to yelp, "Sto-o-op!" between laughs.

"No! I'll never let you win again! Victory is mine!"

Eventually, she rolled off the couch, grabbed my arm, and yanked with all her strength; since I had been on my knees and leaning over her, she actually managed to pull me off balance and I fell off the couch, smacking my funny bone into the coffee table and landing beside her. I laughed and held my tingling arm, and she immediately got on top of me and began tickling me back.

"Revenge is mine!" she shouted in a melodramatic voice.

Having a panty-clad girl straddle me is normally a pretty good way to get my attention, but to be honest, I am kinda ticklish, so nothing unfortunate happened in my pants. I just grabbed her by the wrists to stop the tickling and we began actively wrestling around on the floor, shouting dramatically as we waged epic battle. I think she quoted Captain Ahab at one point; she really does take after her brother.

Finally, I was on my back and she had 'pinned' me down (translation: I was tired, so I pretended she had a remote chance of pinning my arms to the floor.), once again straddled across me, and I announced my surrender, panting for breath. She loudly proclaimed victory to be hers, then flopped down on top of my chest (making it harder to breathe) and gasped for breath as well.

It's a good thing Bill was gone for the weekend, or it would have been really awkward if he'd walked in and seen his sister, clad in her undies, lying on top of me and straddling my crotch while we both tried to catch our breath. As it was... Well, let's not skip ahead.

Finally, after I'd caught my breath (she recovered before I did, but didn't move off of me for some reason.), I suggested we watch a movie. She sat up, still straddling me (a position which was finally becoming distracting, and I hoped she couldn't feel anything... shifting, down there.) and asked what kind of movie.

"How about The Princess Bride?"

"The what?"

"You seriously have never seen The Princess Bride?"

"Sounds girly."

I playfully poked her in the chest, making her giggle her again, and pointed out that she was a girl.

"It's a good movie. Hop up and I'll make some popcorn for us."

With the popcorn popped and the DVD ready to go, we sat down on the couch and prepared to see the movie. Except she insisted on holding the popcorn.

"Now wait a minute, we have to share the popcorn. Let's put it between us."

"No! I always hold the popcorn."

"But then you'll eat it all and I won't get any."

She pondered this dilemma for a moment, then seemed to reach a conclusion and climbed onto my lap, placing the popcorn in hers.

"There! Now we both win."

And thus we watched the movie, her in my lap, and me eating popcorn out of hers. If things had just stayed that way and gone no further, everything would have been fine.

But then, I wouldn't have a story to tell, would I?

Anonymous 13/08/01(Thu)02:49 No. 19475 ID: 772eb5

fuck me OP YES


Anonymous 13/08/01(Thu)04:12 No. 19476 ID: e00ca9

>the princess bride
>left 4 dead

you're officially my favourite person now, OP

Anonymous 13/08/01(Thu)05:33 No. 19477 ID: d9ce67

I am so fucking glad OP recovered from the earthquake that killed his family.

!ItCASTLEsk 13/08/01(Thu)06:22 No. 19478 ID: fd2c20

Keep going, OP. I've been following this story like a horny bastard since you started.

I suggest you copy all this to an ASSTR page. AnonyMPC is an author I admire greatly, I find myself on his ASSTR page almost every night, and if you had one I'd visit it every night too.

Anonymous 13/08/01(Thu)13:47 No. 19479 ID: 91028f

at least its still going on :3

OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 13/08/01(Thu)23:28 No. 19480 ID: 61bc43


I might all this to an ASSTR page if I knew what the hell it was or had ever heard of it before.

Hint, hint.

OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 13/08/01(Thu)23:55 No. 19481 ID: 61bc43

Wondering if anyone will guess the Captain Ahab quote. Hint: it's paraphrased in a classic sci-fi movie.


She liked The Princess Bride. Oddly, she thought the Impressive Clergyman was the funniest character, despite only getting a minute of screentime. He was pretty funny, I guess.


I digress.

After the movie, she enthusiastically discussed the finer points of swordplay with me, and eventually announced, "en garde!" while poking me with a pencil from her homework.

Not to be outdone, I retrieved a pen and we began a back-and-forth duel all around the living room, shouting dramatically (neither of us was left-handed, of course) and engaging in epic swordplay. Being smaller and therefore less encumbered by the furniture, she had the advantage over me until I charged in and literally swept her off her feet, tackling her to the floor and beginning the wrestling match anew.

At one point I was on all fours and she was on my back hitting me in the head with a couch cushion. I retaliated by suddenly jumping to my feet, which dumped her onto the couch, spinning around, grabbing her by the ankles, and hanging her in the air.

She giggled uncontrollably and tried to push off the floor with her hands, but her shirt hung down over her head and blinded her. It gave me a decent, though upside down, view of her pale chest with its mosquito bite nipples glued to her ribs. I had a better view of her panties and the contents the tight, thin fabric hid.

As my pants began to get uncomfortably tight, I dropped her onto the couch again and announced my victory, then quickly sat on the couch before she could see anything awkward.

"Let's watch another movie!"

She rolled back rightside up and onto my lap, reaching for the DVD case on the arm of the couch. Once she had it, she wriggled around in my lap then paused with an odd look on her face. Just as I was about to ask what was wrong, she began wiggling around in my lap again, grinding her butt into my crotch and putting rather more pressure onto my growing erection than I was comfortable with.

Now, let me make this clear: I am not an Oingo Boingo fan, and I do not make a habit of finding little girls sexually attractive.

But dammit, there was something about this one that was getting to me. I was starting to panic that she'd feel my boner under her butt, but she stopped wiggling around and began flipping through the DVD case, asking about movies. We finally settled on Wreck It Ralph.

Thank God for burly CGI men; nothing quite kills a boner like that. Except maybe imagining Hillary Clinton in a thong. Or a clownsuit. Or clown makeup and a thong. That'll kill anyone's erection.

We both enjoyed the movie, and no more awkward boners made an appearance, so the rest of the day went pretty well. I worked out in my room while Sara did whatever she does in her room, I showered, and then made dinner for both of us before calling it a night.

All in all, Saturday was a pretty good day.

Sunday was pretty good too, but... I prefer not to think about it.

Anonymous 13/08/03(Sat)06:03 No. 19488 ID: 3b6442

I'll be damned if you ever get to Sunday.

Anonymous 13/08/03(Sat)07:50 No. 19491 ID: cdb717

>Thank God for burly CGI men; nothing quite kills a boner like that. Except maybe imagining Hillary Clinton in a thong. Or a clownsuit. Or clown makeup and a thong. That'll kill anyone's erection.

god damn you

Anonymous 13/08/03(Sat)08:08 No. 19493 ID: c1b02f

Next update: what happened sunday

Eta: Three months.

Anonymous 13/08/03(Sat)19:46 No. 19495 ID: eda53a

huzzah, the king returns

or at least someone is updating, either way im happy

Anonymous 13/08/04(Sun)00:33 No. 19497 ID: 92d03d

Check out this optimist.

Anonymous 13/08/04(Sun)01:41 No. 19498 ID: 91028f

keep going op :3

OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 13/08/04(Sun)11:19 No. 19502 ID: 61bc43


If you don't like it, I'll gladly refund your mon- oh, wait.

I warned you guys when I started that I'd only update whenever I felt like writing.

Anonymous 13/08/06(Tue)06:25 No. 19512 ID: 244505

>>Breakfast was typical cereal and a grapefruit; I got tired of the mess it made when I cut the grapefruit in half and tried to eat it with a spoon, so I used a knife and peeled it like an orange.

I couldn't help but think about the citrus scale when reading that. Is that OP trying to foreshadow lots of depraved sex involving food, spoons, and knives?

Anonymous 13/08/07(Wed)20:06 No. 19529 ID: 38a8c7

The last time I watched The Princess Bride, I spent half the movie fingering a girl while she rubbed my crotch.

Clearly, kid interludes aside, TPB is the ideal makeout movie.

Anonymous 13/08/08(Thu)03:41 No. 19531 ID: cdc13b

Moral dilemmas aside, she sounds like a wonderful partner. Would be a lot of fun to spend a day with a person like her.

THANK YOU for continuing the story, may we have more, please?

Anonymous 13/08/08(Thu)11:24 No. 19532 ID: 48beb8

Easy, "From hell's heart I stab at thee; for hate's sake I spit my last breath at thee."

Anonymous 13/08/10(Sat)00:50 No. 19540 ID: 3dafa2

This story gets better and better with each update. Thanks!

Anonymous 13/08/24(Sat)01:47 No. 19589 ID: 869fb8


Anonymous 13/08/27(Tue)11:30 No. 19599 ID: 3761ec

God damn it.

Anonymous 13/09/04(Wed)00:31 No. 19640 ID: b1e0c5

please some more sir

not op 13/09/05(Thu)09:04 No. 19646 ID: 7d42f8

I just had someone walk in on me fapping to this. What a gloriously awkward day tomorrow will be.

Anonymous 13/09/07(Sat)01:08 No. 19653 ID: d61a4f

I've been thinking for a while that there's going to be some major revelation when OP finds outs what Sara is doing at her room... Chekhov's gun.

OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 13/09/07(Sat)02:13 No. 19655 ID: 61bc43

OP here. My city was nuked by terrorists. I sit in the ashen, radioactive ruins of my home, choking on my own blood as my hair falls out, and wonder where it all went wrong. Frankly, I just haven't been in the m- Ok, that joke's old now. My dad's heart is fine, by the way; turns out he had a pinched nerve that caused his arm to go numb and his chest to hurt.


And my work here is complete.


Sunday started out fairly innocent, but circumstances conspired against me. Sara showed up to the breakfast table in her usual nightshirt-and-panties ensemble. Today, they were plain white with an American flag across the butt ("all rise for the national anthem"). You can interpret that as a joke about farts or boners, I leave it up to you.

She insisted I peel a grapefruit for her, and since it was the last one we split it. As soon as breakfast was done, she asked what we were going to do today; she was definitely more chipper than usual.

"Did you finish all of your homework?"


I gave her the option of what to do, and she decided to spend the next hour kicking my butt at Mario Kart again. Then I picked Call of Duty and thoroughly owned her again and again until she discovered the noob tube, then it went 60/40 my favor.

My favor, that is, until she decided to steal a page from my playbook and cheat. She spotted me about to knife her from behind (dirty little screenwatcher) and suddenly leaned over to tickle me. It startled me enough that I jumped, and she quickly grabbed her controller and shot me through the head before I could recover.

"You little stinker!"

She stuck her tongue out at me and burst into a fit of giggling as I roared, dropping my controller, and began viciously mauling her with my fingertips. I repeated my maneuver from the day before, grabbing her by the ankles and holding her upside down. As before, her shirt flopped over her head and gave me a limited, but wondrous, view as she laughed and thrashed around to break free. I dropped her onto the couch before I got an erection and bent down to tickle her some more, but she donkey-kicked me in the chest with her bare feet and knocked me onto my ass on the other end of the couch. Then she was straddling my lap and viciously tickling me under the arms and ribs until I surrendered, out of breath.

"Whoo! I'm all sweaty now!"

"Yeah," she puffed, catching her breath too. "Me too."

"Why don't we take a break?"

She nodded and skipped off to her room, shutting the door, and I went into mine. I changed my shirt, then decided to look in my closet for a board game. I hadn't brought many with me to college, but I figured it'd be a good way to spend time with Sara and get her out of her shell. Besides, we both could use a break from nothing but movies and video games.

I didn't think she was old enough to play Risk, or have the attention span to stick with it (I was wrong on both counts; she later went through my meager collection of board games and wanted to try it, and surprised me by being a competent and bloodthirsty tactician. She never did beat me, but she came pretty close multiple times, but she never did catch on to Australia.), but maybe she'd be up for a game of Monopoly or Solar Quest. I decided to see if she were interested in either one.

I stepped out into the hall just as she did; evidently she was heading for the shower, because she was stark naked and froze with a blush on her face.

Once again, regardless of whether it was age appropriate, male instincts kicked in and I took the opportunity to get a good look at her. Her chest was still flat, with zero signs of development, and nipples like little pink mosquito bites. Glancing further down, she still had boy hips and... Dammit. I'll admit, I've never found a hairy crotch attractive, kind of gross even, but the sight of that smooth, pale white Cleft of Venus, bereft of even peach fuzz, was glorious. Which it should not have been, regardless of whether or not I found pubic hair aesthetically appealing, but... damn, it was a beautiful thing to see. There was a freckle just above her left lip I hadn't noticed the time I walked in on her in the bathroom.

Looking back up at her face, the moment stretched, getting even more awkward, and I decided to break the ice by invoking the 'turnabout is fair play' rule.

I pointed at her crotch and, in mock amazement, said, "Is that your vagina?!"

She blushed even brighter red, even her ears turning color, and nodded.

I grinned. "Ha! Now YOU know how it feels!"

Despite herself, she giggled and nodded in a way that conveyed she knew what I was referring to.

Then I decided to push turnabout all the way and do the exact same thing she did to me the second time she ran into me naked in the hallway.

"Can I touch it?"

There. Right there. That was it. That was the moment I took things too far. If you want one single, solitary instance that you can point at and say that was the tipping point, that had to be it. Everything up to that point had been innocent, or innocent enough anyway, regardless of my motives, but that... Whatever. You don't need to hear this right now. I'll just continue my story.

I didn't even know it was possible for a blush to go all the way from your face down your shoulders and upper chest, but damn. She half moved her hands to cover her crotch, then held them awkwardly at her thighs without hiding that beautiful cleft.

"I let you touch me when you asked." I made sure to keep my tone casual, trying to convey that it wouldn't hurt my feelings when she said no, that I was just teasing her.

She put her hands at her side and nodded, biting her lip.

Oh shit. I would never in a million years have expected her to let me touch her privates.

Sure, I can use the excuse that I was in shock, I wasn't thinking clearly, but it's so lame even I don't believe it. I knew exactly what I was doing.

I reached out and gently rubbed her outer labia with my index and middle fingers for a few seconds; she was soft as silk.

Then I immediately felt dirty and could feel my own face turning red. Pulling my hand away, I felt too awkward to say anything, but felt I had to say or do SOMETHING to salvage this, so I stuck my tongue out at her and turned to go into the living room. She leaped into the bathroom faster than I'd seen anyone move and slammed the door shut.

The entire time I heard the water running, I sat on the couch thinking that I'd just fucked up horribly and she was going to tell her brother (who I was quite certain would murder me on the spot and bury me in a shallow grave. Honestly, I'm not joking, I fully believed him capable of that.), or a teacher, or the fucking cops, and my entire life was ruined and I was going to prison where I could be raped by a nigger with a dick the size of a Coke can every night in my cell because everyone there would know I was a filthy fucking child molester and therefore fair game. My family would disown me and my mother would cry hysterically at the trial, wondering where she'd gone wrong in raising such a degenerate child. I'd fucked up, I'd fucked up big time and I knew it. My heart was pounding and it felt like I was going to die. I WANTED to die, just to save myself from everything I knew was coming.

The water shut off, and a minute later Sara emerged from the bathroom. I expected her to be wrapped in a towel to preserve her modesty, given that I'd just seen her naked and touched her crotch, but she came out just as naked as she'd gone in. As she caught my eye, she blushed again slightly, but grinned and stuck her tongue out at me. I stuck my tongue out back at her, and she went back into her room.

A few minutes later, she emerged in a t-shirt and cut-off shorts, and sat next to me on the couch.

"You wanna watch a movie?"

Oh thank you Jesus. My relief that she wasn't upset and that everything was cool was so overwhelming, I relaxed muscles I hadn't even realized had been tensed in guilty fear. Maybe I wasn't going to the special hell after all.

Pfft. Yeah, I don't believe it either.

Anonymous 13/09/07(Sat)06:12 No. 19656 ID: fe1b84

you, sir, are a producer of literary heroin

OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 13/09/07(Sat)06:56 No. 19657 ID: 61bc43


But can you snort 44 words a minute?

Anonymous 13/09/07(Sat)07:40 No. 19658 ID: b57d77

I know I can and want to snort that much.>>19657

Anonymous 13/09/08(Sun)09:49 No. 19681 ID: 0f683d

This thread is almost a year old and still no coitus..

Not sure how I should feel about that. But at any rate I approve of this; as it has given me a plethora of boners.

Anonymous 13/09/10(Tue)14:29 No. 19690 ID: b2bbf6

I am always surprised to open my bookmark of this after a few months to find a few new parts, I think we are only at least three more updates before we get down to the hot and heavy.

OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 13/09/12(Thu)01:58 No. 19700 ID: 61bc43


It's getting there. It may be good a quick jerk if you just dive straight into the sex fantasy, but it doesn't make for a good story.

For a more immediate payoff, may I recommend:



Maybe, but I doubt it'll be that soon. I want this story to be "realistic", and that means taking a realistic pace with it rather than just diving right in.

I do think I'll be updating it more often, however. I'm feeling creative.

Anonymous 13/09/12(Thu)05:42 No. 19701 ID: 9e3123

Story is too good for this to matter to me.

Anonymous 13/09/12(Thu)23:53 No. 19704 ID: 1c7118

Creativity is such a great thing, isn't it? It's great for boners!

niggers and 11-year-olds !ItCASTLEsk 13/09/13(Fri)02:27 No. 19705 ID: fd2c20

Email me and we'll talk because I want to help you set up a page, but also because I'm selfish and want you to be my best friend and amuse me at my leisure with jokes and stories about fucking 11-year-olds.

"...raped by a nigger..."
>can't tell if racist or just saying what we all think
>as if I didn't laugh my ass off anyway

>"I sit in the ashen, radioactive ruins of my home, choking on my own blood as my hair falls out, and wonder where it all went wrong."
goddamn it man, I can't deal with this. You need to be a Cracked column- oh my god, you're Soren. You're Soren Bowie, and you moonlight as an erotic story author.

OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 13/09/14(Sat)01:14 No. 19710 ID: 61bc43


I don't write for Cracked. I've been published, but not for fiction.

Honestly, maybe I should apply for a job that involves writing.

!ItCASTLEsk 13/09/17(Tue)02:04 No. 19727 ID: fd2c20

Yes. You should.

Anonymous 13/09/17(Tue)07:57 No. 19728 ID: 1a6c89


AKA the alt.sex.stories text repository. If you have leet webdesign skills you can set up a webpage like http://www.asstr.org/~AnonyMPC/ , otherwise you can just toss the files into the FTP site.

Anonymous 13/09/22(Sun)02:02 No. 19748 ID: 8c5819

please op
more for my hungry cock

OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 13/09/23(Mon)03:34 No. 19758 ID: 61bc43

Bill came back Sunday night and I finally found out that he went on some class trip to study salamanders; it hadn't occurred to him to, you know, inform us or make sure I didn't plan to go anywhere that weekend because he wasn't used to looking after Sara. He was still getting used to being the one to look after her instead of her parents.

Ok, that's understandable I guess, but still a dick move.

The week came and went, and since Bill didn't murder me in my sleep and Chris Hansen never showed up at my door, I decided Sara hadn't informed anyone that I'd touched her privates and I could stop worrying and get on with my life.

Saturday went fairly normally, catching up on my reading assignments and working on a paper that was due on Monday, then I went for a jog, did some working out in my room (I was still skinny and had zero visible muscle growth from all my exercise, but I wasn't struggling like I had been, so I guess that counted.), then stripped down and headed for the shower.

Yes, as you've probably guessed, I bumped into someone in the hall.

It was Bill.

I about shit out my heart, but he just carefully maintained eye contact rather than risk accidentally seeing my package, gave his usual grunt to acknowledge my presence, and kept walking to his room.

Then Sara emerged from her room, also stark naked and was reaching for a fresh towel from the hall closet before she noticed either one of us.

My heart stopped. I honestly believe that my heart literally stopped beating for several seconds, because I knew Bill was going to freak out about his sister and I seeing each other naked.

He just said, "Ha! Looks like you both had the same idea." Then he told Sara to run in and take her shower before I did and secluded himself in his lair again, leaving Sara and me alone in the hallway. Naked.

My heart started beating again and my I unclenched buttcheeks I hadn't realized were clenched in anxiety, and began to relax. He didn't freak out. Between this and the time I walked in on Sara in the shower and told him about it, I guess his family really had been as casual about nudity as mine was.

I looked over at Sara, who was blushing slightly and looking at my crotch with a mixture of curiosity and embarrassment, and cleared my throat.

"So... Who goes first?"

She didn't respond, so I took the initiative.

"Rock, paper, scissors. Winner goes first."


Now, a little known trick to rock, paper, scissors: Nine times out of ten, people pick rock first. Dunno why, but it's true. If you want to win, always pick paper the first time; you're guaranteed success nearly every time, unless you're up against a wily rock, paper, scissors expert who knows the same trivia you do.

So I picked scissors, she beat me with rock, and she went first.

I may have been hot, sweaty, and tired, but I'm enough of a gentleman to let a girl shower first. She ended up using all the hot water, but I was ok with that, being as I was, as mentioned, hot and sweaty and a cold shower worked just fine.

I waited in the hall while she showered, and when she got out she was still naked. I stuck my tongue out at her as she passed and she stuck her tongue out back at me as she slipped into her room.

You know what? I was ok with this. I had decided it wasn't a big deal if Sara saw me naked on the way to the shower since it obviously wasn't scarring her for life, I was definitely ok with seeing her naked, even though I really, REALLY should not have been, and the fact that Bill didn't seem to give a shit about nudity either way took a huge load off my mind about the issue. I was just glad that his was the master bedroom and came with its own bathroom, so I wouldn't ever see him naked.

Of course, my acceptance of the whole nudity issue was just one of the things that compounded to make everything get out of hand and- Nevermind, you know that already.

No single drop of rain thinks it's responsible for the flood...

But if it was the weekend where Bill disappeared into the wilderness that I crossed the line and touched Sara, it was the weekend I went into the wilderness myself that really put me over the line.

OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 13/09/23(Mon)06:05 No. 19760 ID: 61bc43

A couple weeks passed, and by now it was late October. Halloween was coming up in a little over a week, and more importantly I had a three day weekend coming up. It was supposed to be so we could study before midterms, but honestly, has ANY student ever actually done that?

It was a five hour drive home, but I didn't intend to go home until Thanksgiving; I was enjoying my independence too much. It was also a two hour drive to our deer lease out in the country. I'd gone there every deer season with my dad, camping, roasting marshmallows over a fire, swimming in the pond (when it was warm enough), and exploring the woods. He rarely got a deer, not because they were scarce or because he was a lousy hunter, but because he mostly went up there just to spend time with me; hunting was purely secondary as far as he was concerned. When I was fourteen, he passed up a twenty-point buck and handed me the rifle instead; I still have the photo of myself posing with the deer somewhere.

That place was full of happy memories for me, growing up. Now... now, the memories are sort of mixed, but I still remember the place fondly.

So, I'd decided I was going to head up to the place Friday morning, pitch a tent, and head back Sunday afternoon. It was unseasonably warm and the trees were only just beginning to turn, so it would be a great way to spend the weekend.

So, at breakfast Thursday, I told Bill about my plan to go camping that weekend.

He froze awkwardly, then glanced at Sara, then back to me, cleared his throat, and slowly told me that he'd been planning to go on another study trip for his biology class, and he absolutely had to go because the professor was counting the trip as 20% of their midterm grade.

Which meant he'd planned to ditch Sara at the apartment with me all weekend again and I had just thrown a monkey wrench into his intricately laid plans.

Shit. If the trip counted as part of his midterm grade, I couldn't tell him "too bad, I'm leaving" and force him to find a way to deal with Sara all weekend. And I really didn't want to cancel my plans and stay here just because Bill was a dick who just assumed I wouldn't have plans for the weekend.

That really left only one option.

"That's ok, I don't mind taking Sara camping with me."

She perked up at hearing that.

"I've never been camping before! That's cool! We can catch fireflies!"

"Fireflies are only around in the summer, it's too late in the year for them. But there's lots of other cool stuff to do up there."

I gave her a list of things to bring for the trip (mostly clothes and a spare blanket since she didn't have any camping gear) and she was practically bouncing out of her chair with excitement; partly this was because she'd never been camping before and really wanted to go, and partly, I know now, because it meant spending more time with me and I was pretty much the only person who bothered to interact with her who wasn't a teacher. She babbled on enthusiastically about the trip and practically flew out the door when it was time for her to meet the bus, still talking about it. Bill seemed to find the whole thing amusing and had the decency to thank me for it. Then he slid me twenty bucks to pay for her meals during the weekend.

Like I said, Bill wasn't a bad guy, just... in his own universe. I have no idea what he was like before his parents died and he got saddled with responsibility for his little sister, but I know that has to be hard on someone, so I never tried to give him grief over it.

So I went to class, dozed off during class while the tone deaf professor droned on about... I forget. It was just review for midterms, and I already knew the stuff pretty well, so I didn't bother paying attention and basically slipped in and out of awareness while he droned. If he noticed, he didn't say anything.

I got done with my last class for the day and walked back to the apartment, arriving in time to meet Sara at the bus stop and walk back with her. She was skipping down the sidewalk, holding onto my arm, and jumping with excitement. Had she been this wired over a camping trip the entire time she was at school? I pitied her teacher if she was. Then again, my impression was that Sara was pretty withdrawn at school, so maybe the teacher would like the change.

We got back to the apartment and she immediately dumped the contents of her backpack all over the table and threw it onto the couch, to store the things she was bringing with her. She then insisted I inspect everything she packed, to make sure it was appropriate for camping.

Canvas sneakers, two pairs of panties (white with a little blue ribbon on the front, and pink with a heart over the butt.), two pairs of socks, a pair of jeans that fit her quite nicely (not that I should be appreciative of how well a pair of jeans fit an 11 year old's ass), a pair of cutoff shorts, two t-shirts, a bucket hat, and a blanket, as I'd instructed.

"Not bad, kiddo. Why don't you grab a pillow and a book too."

She raced off to her room to do exactly that, and I packed my camping gear, an extra flashlight, and some spare clothes. I was going to pick up some snacks and bottled water for us on the way out in the morning. Damn. I knew I was forgetting something, but I couldn't figure it out.

We had ravioli for dinner, while Sara regaled me with various children's stories about camping, proving that she only knew of it through books and that she was as big a nerd as her brother, even if she didn't admit it. Bill showed up after we ate, grabbed his stuff for his study trip, and headed out, barely saying two words to us.

And with that, we each went to our separate rooms and went to sleep, looking forward to the trip.

And I took another step down the path of no return.

Rain 13/09/23(Mon)06:24 No. 19761 ID: a64366

This story is great, it feels real, which is a really important aspect of this kind of story. I'm really interested in seeing where this goes.

OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 13/09/23(Mon)07:53 No. 19762 ID: 61bc43

Yes, you get three updates in a single day, and one of them is a big one. You should all count yourselves as lucky bastards.


Sara chattered excitedly for the first leg of the trip, but eventually she figured out that the drive was going to take a while and retreated into her shell. I glanced over at her and noticed she was reading the book she'd packed; a very worn, 1970's edition of The Hobbit. For an 11 year old, she was really well-read. I wondered if the book was one of Bill's originally.

"So, do you like the book better, or the movie?"

She seemed startled by the question, then softly blushed and quietly replied that the book was her favorite.

"Mine too. The movie left out some neat stuff, and added a bunch of stuff that wasn't in the book. Like, what was up with the Captain Hook goblin?"

That got her. As soon as she realized I was a fellow nerd and also well-read, she came back out of her shell and we discussed the entire Lord of the Rings trilogy; the conversation took up most of the two hour drive, so it was a good time filler.

I pulled off the highway and down the backroad, then took us off the pavement onto a dirt road that wound its way through the trees; my little car wasn't designed to go off-road, but I'd taken it up there before and the road was graded and filled every year to keep it smooth and navigable, so I knew it wouldn't be an issue. After fifteen minutes of slowly winding down the dirt lane, I pulled off at a fork, got out to open the combination lock on the cast iron gate, and swung it open with a rusty squeak. Then I drove the car through, stopped to shut and lock the gate behind me again, and continued driving until the gate and the original road had disappeared in the trees.

I parked on the road; the grass was tall and I didn't want it to touch the hot underside of my car and start a grass fire.

"Well, here we are. It's not exactly the wilderness, but it's close enough."


Sara jumped out of the car and ran around exploring the immediate area while I set up the tent in a clearing next to the car. There was a ring of rocks near the tent where we had our campfires, and enough broken sticks and firewood piled nearby that I wouldn't have to go looking for any. Besides, it was warm enough we wouldn't need a fire.

"C'mon kiddo, lemme show you around now."

We then marched through the woods, I pointed out things like shredded tree bark and churned up ground that showed where wild hogs had rooted ("cool"), a pile of deer pellets ("gross"), and a few interesting plants. She collected a couple of rocks she thought were interesting and stuck a turkey feather she found in her hair, tucking it behind her ear so it would stay ("look, I'm an indian!").

We hiked, enjoyed the fall colors, spotted a porcupine munching on tree bark high up in a tree (she thought its blue eyes were amazing), and hiked up the steep hill to reach the top, following an animal trail most of the way there. Once we reached the top, we surveyed the view of the entire valley ("wow") and spotted the car and tent way below us.

"Race you to the bottom!"

And with that, we were off. I slid on some loose rocks a couple times, but kept my balance as I ran down the trail. Sara slipped, tumbled, and rolled back onto her feet and kept running; I had longer legs and took bigger strides, but she was small enough to duck under branches I had to go around and had that endless energy kids all seem to have, so she managed to stay just in front of me the whole way down.

We got back to the clearing where we left the tent, puffing and sweaty. Her hair was full of leaves and twigs, she had dirt smudged on her cheek and elbows where she'd fallen, and was pink with exertion. I was bigger, and a guy, so I was sweating even more than she was.

"Man! It's hot!"

"That's just because you ran all the way down the hill. But it is pretty warm for this time of year. C'mon, I'll show you something."

She followed along behind me, catching her breath before I did, and I showed her the path down to the pond.

It wasn't much of a pond, only a little bigger than your typical above-ground pool, but it had a wooden "dock" my dad had built years ago as a fishing platform (there were no fish in the pond, but he kept planning to stock it someday. Someday never came.), had a bottom filled with smooth, rounded rocks left over from when the valley had been a riverbed, and was fed by a clear, fresh spring.

"See? This is perfect for cooling off."

"Cool! You swim in there?"

"Yup. Don't worry about it being deep; it only comes up to my waist."

I walked down the dock and she started to follow, the froze with a panicked look.

"I didn't bring a swimsuit."

Shit. That's what I'd forgotten. My trunks. I was just as disappointed as she was for a moment, but then I had an idea.

Everything up to this point had been unplanned, even unintentional; even touching Sara had been spur-of-the-moment. This time, though, I had an idea and intended to take full advantage of it. If it worked.

Casually, I just shrugged and replied, "We can always go skinny-dipping."

"What's skinny-dipping?"

"You don't know what skinny-dipping is?"


"You just take your clothes off and go swimming."

"You mean- naked?"

"Well, yeah. It's what people did before swimsuits were invented. Everybody does it when they're kids, especially on summer camping trips."

That, I will admit, was deliberately intended on my part to invoke a bit of peer pressure on her, to influence her into going along with it. All the other kids who DID go camping did it; was she going to be the weird one who didn't?

"It's not like we haven't already seen each other naked before either."

Without waiting for a response, I stripped down, left my clothes on the dock, and jumped in with a big splash. The water was colder than I expected, but then it was ALWAYS cold, coming from deep underground.

Sara still stood on the dock, looking conflicted.

"Is it cold?"

"Nah, it's cool, but it's not freezing. Perfect for cooling off after that run."

She was still hesitating.

"What's wrong?"

"What if somebody sees us?"

"Like who? We're the only ones out here and there's a locked gate keeping everyone out. No one's going to see you."

She waffled a little longer, watching me swim around in the pond and splash, then she peeled her shirt off and sat down to remove her shoes.


Once naked, she ran to the end of the short dock and jumped, shouting "cannonball!" while in no way, shape, or form resembling a cannonball dive and hit the water. She popped back up like a cork, gasping, and I couldn't help laughing. Her shocked pose, the goosebumps raised on her pale white skin, her gaping mouth, and the pink nipples, erect for the first time I'd seen them, were hilarious and arousing. Mostly hilarious.


I laughed and splashed her, calling her a sissy, and she splashed back. That started a splashing war, and she eventually discovered that she could splash more water at me by kicking than with her arms, so she anchored herself to the side of the dock with her hands, pointed herself lengthwise at me, and began kicking vigorously, churning up waves of water directed at me. I retreated out of range and she put her feet back on the bottom of the pond, resting.

Then I began humming the Jaws theme. She edged away from the dock, giggling and saying, "no, no!" as the tune got louder and I got closer and closer. I reached the crescendo and then ducked under the water.

The water was crystal clear and the sun lit it up nicely, so I could see pretty well under the water. She was standing on her tiptoes on the rocky bottom, chest deep in the water, and I had a glorious view of almost her entire naked body.

Then I lunged forward, grabbed her by the waist, and shot back to a standing position, shouting "DUN DUN DUN DUN!" as my head cleared the water and launching her into the air. She smacked into the water butt first, making an even bigger splash than when she'd jumped off the dock, and she bobbed back to the surface, giggling uncontrollably. I ducked down into the water so only my head was above the surface and began humming the Jaws theme again.

"No! No, no, no! Ah-hahaha!"

I was faster in the water than she was, and the 'shark' got her another six times before we tired of that game and played Marco Polo for a while. Eventually, we tired of chasing each other around the pond, and I announced that it was time to get out of the water. I clambered up onto the dock and helped her out of the water, and we stood there dripping.

"I don't have a towel."

"I didn't think to bring one either. We'll just stretch out on the dock and dry in the sun a while."

And I did exactly that. She joined me a moment later and we just lay there, looking up at the clouds, alternated warmed by the sun and chilled by the breeze, slowly drying. After a while, I closed my eyes and just listened to the breeze rustling through the leaves.

"Why is that part a different color?"

"Why is what a different color?" I opened my eyes again, thinking she was going to be pointing at a plant or something.

"Your penis."

I turned my head and she was laying beside me, her head raised to give her a better look at my crotch.

"Well, those are different parts of my penis. The pink part is the head, and the rest is the shaft. The head is a different color because it's a different kind of skin, kind of like how your nipples are different."


"Haven't they taught you about it in class?"

"Mm-mm. We don't get that until next year, I think."

I'd been hoping just to get entice her to take her clothes off to go swimming; this conversation promised to be much more interesting.

"Well, I can answer any questions you have, if you're curious," I said casually. Then, as if it were no big deal, I added, "you can go ahead and touch it again if you want."

She looked me in the eye, a flash of anxiety crossing her face, then blushed. She looked so cute when she did that.

"It's ok?"

"Sure. Go ahead."

My heart was beating faster and she rose to a sitting position, legs crossed indian-style, to give herself a closer look. I remained laying down, head supported by my arms, and tried to look as casual as possible, like it was no big deal. She licked her lips, bit her lower lip, and moved one hand to her knee and held it there. Then she raised her hand and slowly reached forward, then glanced over at my face again. I smiled and said, "Go ahead, it's ok."

She blushed a little deeper and flashed a nervous grin, then directed her gaze back to my penis.

And touched it.

She just reached out and poked the shaft, like she had the first time, and jerked her hand back, looking back to me and giggling in embarrassment. I laughed too, and then pretended to be distracted by the clouds again. Maybe she'd be a little bolder if I wasn't staring at her.

My theory proved correct; after some more hesitation, she reached out and poked it again. Then she gently picked it up in her small, soft hand, and rubbed the skin of the shaft, squeezed it, and then poked the head and squeezed it. Then she prodded and squeezed the shaft in one hand and the head in the other, as if comparing, seeing how they were different. I pretended not to be paying attention, but kept stealing glances at her every couple seconds. She never took her eyes off my penis.

"What's this part?"

She poked my scrotum. I raised my head to see better and told her what it was called.

"It's sort of a sack that my testicles are in."

"What are testicles?"

She began fondling my sack, discovered the contents, and rolled them around in her hands, fascinated. She squeezed one of them.

"Ow! Hey! Be gentle! Those are delicate!"

She looked me in the eye again and seemed to have discovered a great secret.

"Oh! Is that why boys get all hurt when they get hit in the balls?"

"Yes. In fact, those are my balls."

"I thought they were testicles."

"They are. Balls is just a nickname."

"Oh. So what are they for?"

Dammit. I was fine with filling her curiosity while she fondled me, but I wasn't planning on the whole birds-and-bees talk.

"Mmm, I'll tell you later. It's kinda complicated."

By this point, the inevitable was happening down below. Sara held my penis in her left hand and continued to roll my balls around in her right hand, utterly fascinated with the alien secrets of male genitalia. Then she noticed my dick was throbbing in her hand and turned her attention back to it.

"Is it getting bigger?"

"Yup. It's getting harder too. Feel it."

She squeezed it, then squeezed it harder when she noticed my shaft wasn't as soft and flexible as before, and poked it with her finger.

"Why is it doing that?"

"It's supposed to do that. It gets full of blood and gets bigger and harder until it reaches full size."

"But why?"

"Well, it can do that for several reasons, but mostly it does that when it feels good."

"When it feels good?"

"Mm-hm. Girls can make it feel good, so it gets bigger. That's what it's for."

"I thought it was for peeing?"

"It does that too, but mostly it's for feeling good."

She gave me a dubious look. "I don't get it."

"It's.. Ok, you know you hug someone you like? That feels good, right?"


"And kissing feels good too, right?"

"I guess."

Oh. Right. She wouldn't know.

"Well, this is something girls can do for boys that feels even better."

She still looked doubtful.

"Here, I'll show you."

I sat up, grabbed her hand, and wrapped it around my shaft. Then I gently moved it up and down.

"Just like that."

"Like this?"

She awkwardly jerked up and down on my penis and I corrected her. She got a rhythm going and watched her hand jerking on my shaft, enthralled.

"Is that it?"

"That's one thing you can do."

"And girls do that for boys?"

"Only for boys they like," I added replied matter-of-factly. She stopped for a moment and met my eyes, then slowly went back to her gentle jerking motion.

"And that feels good?"

"It feels really good."

It did. She might have had no idea what she was doing, but the touch of her soft hand was electric. It felt amazing. Then again, this was also the first time a girl had given me a handjob, so it had that going for it as well.

After another minute or so of jerking, she seemed to get bored with the novelty.

"Is that all you do?"

"There's other other stuff you can do, but yeah, that feels good enough to finish."


"Mm-hmm. Once a boy gets hard, he has to finish, or else it makes his testicles sore and he gets really uncomfortable."

Well, blue balls WERE a real thing, if somewhat exaggerated.

"What do you mean, finish?"

"If you keep doing it long enough, it feels better and better, until finally you have an orgasm."

"What's an orgasm?"

"That's when it feels so good, it's like nothing else. It's better than anything. It feels awesome."



She looked at my penis with newfound interest and I decided to see how far I could push this.

"You wanna keep going?"

She looked thoughtful.

"It'll feel really uncomfortable if I don't, right?"

I nodded, then replied, "It's ok if you want to quit. It won't hurt my feelings."

She slowly started jerking again and built back her rhythm.

Oh man. This was so much more than I had ever hoped for when I got her to go skinny-dipping. This was amazing. This was the best weekend ever, and it was only the first day.

I leaned back down and closed my eyes, losing myself in the sensation. Eventually her arm got tired and she switched hands, her rhythm awkward at first but then building back to the same tempo. Oh, this was amazing. I opened my eyes again and watched her, all her concentration focused on jerking me off, tongue sticking out between her lips. She looked adorable and this was fucking-

I felt the tension in my balls, the tingle down my spine, and light erupted behind my eyeballs as my dick vomited in glorious orgasm. Maybe I could have described that more poetically, but that's basically how it was and how poetic can you get about an 11 year old giving you a handjob?

I grunted as semen erupted from my dick, spraying out and splattering onto the wooden dock in rapid pulses. Sara yelped and scrambled backwards.

"What was that?!"

Then she noticed a glob of semen on the back of her hand and tried to shake it off.

"Oh, gross! What IS that stuff?!"

"That's semen. The testicles make it, and it comes out when a boy has an orgasm."

"Gross! It's supposed to do that?"

"Yup. Every time."

"Ew! It's like snot, or something! Why does it do that?"

"It's... complicated. I'll explain it to you later. But most girls like it."


She was bent over the edge of the dock, scrubbing her hands in the water and giving me a nice view of her backside.

"Trust me, you'll learn as you get older. Hey! It's getting late. We should start the fire and make dinner."

Sara shook the water from her hands and reached for her clothes.

"No, don't put those back on. They're all sweaty and dirty. Just put your socks and shoes on and we'll walk back to the car to get clean clothes."


Putting our shoes on and gathering our clothing, we headed back to camp at a leisurely stroll. I popped open the trunk of my car and tossed my old clothes inside, then pulled out clean ones from my backpack and slowly got dressed. Being 11, it never occurred to Sara to ask me to hand her clothes and she stood there waiting her turn, scratching a mosquito bite on her arm and looking at the scenery while I admired the other view.

Wow. This was entirely beyond anything I'd been expecting. I also felt guilty as hell and considered swearing her to secrecy so she wouldn't tell someone that she'd jerked an adult off, but I thought better of it. Doing that might scare her and make her think she'd done something bad, and I didn't want to do that; partly because I didn't want her to feel like she'd done something wrong, and partly because that might kill my chances of ever getting her to do something like that again. No, better to just play it casual, like this was normal. As if there were anything normal about it.

She got dressed and then I showed her how to start a fire, which she'd never done before, and I got our dinner out. As we sat eating beside the fire, I broke the silence.

"Thank you, by the way."

"For what?"

"For... that. It felt really good. And I'm happy you finished for me. That was nice of you. Thanks."

She blushed and I reached one arm around her and gave her a hug.

Then I changed the subject and we began debating who was batter, Bilbo or Frodo.

I was still worried that I might have freaked her out or that she'd tell on me, but at the same time I was still riding my high from the dock. And this was just the first day; we had two more days out here in the woods, away from civilization's prying eyes.

The possibilities were glorious.

Anonymous 13/09/23(Mon)08:26 No. 19763 ID: 3a04b0


Anonymous 13/09/23(Mon)08:53 No. 19764 ID: 8f305c

MOARRRR please : D

Anonymous 13/09/23(Mon)10:25 No. 19765 ID: b016f7

Dayumm OP, this is some good stuff. All these book and TV references really draw me in. So fucking realistic.

Anonymous 13/09/24(Tue)06:30 No. 19766 ID: c1b02f


Anonymous 13/09/24(Tue)10:07 No. 19768 ID: b5bf13


Anonymous 13/09/24(Tue)10:20 No. 19769 ID: 839487

This is one of the best loli stories i've ever read. Keep going op!

Anonymous 13/09/24(Tue)21:58 No. 19770 ID: 050b55

More op?
For me?

OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 13/09/25(Wed)02:03 No. 19771 ID: 61bc43


Sorry, I exceeded my quota for story updates for the next six months. See you all again in March!

I kid, I kid. Next update will be soon, while I'm still in the mood to write.

So, does everyone like how it's going so far?

this is fucking gold Anonymous 13/09/25(Wed)04:49 No. 19772 ID: b2de25

you glorious man you, i've been re-reading this non stop and im sure 90% of the people in this thread is enjoying this as much as i am.
the pacing is brilliant and the build up is frustrating but still an awesome feeling. i wish you a precious future and if you'd please, continue with this fine piece of literature as soon as possible.

Rain 13/09/25(Wed)09:00 No. 19773 ID: 48eeef

Hells yes I do. Get to it my man.

Anonymous 13/09/26(Thu)11:29 No. 19778 ID: 102d27

Fantastic so far.

Anonymous 13/09/26(Thu)19:46 No. 19779 ID: 85f6e7

this is the best story on this website!! You are my hero, OP!

Anonymous 13/09/27(Fri)17:55 No. 19784 ID: a29379




i suk dik

OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 13/09/29(Sun)03:19 No. 19795 ID: 61bc43

After dinner, I let the fire die out and unrolled my sleeping bag and stripped down to my boxers. I helped Sara set up her blankets, since she didn't have a sleeping bag, and I let her use the foam pad I normally put under my bag. She changed into her night shirt and pulled her pants off, then wiggled under her mound of blankets and enjoyed the novelty of reading by a flashlight for the first time. I pulled out my battered copy of Ringworld and started reading it.

After a while, Sara fell asleep and I turned her flashlight off and set her book aside, then turned my flashlight off and just lay there in the dark listening to the crickets chirp. Today had been absolutely amazing, beyond my wildest expectations, and there was still the next two days to look forward to, but... Funny how when you're alone (more or less) in the dark, you start feeling guilty. I'd allowed- no, encouraged- an 11 year old girl to jerk me off. I might have gotten off the hook for letting her touch my penis before, maybe even for touching her labia, but letting her give me a handjob until I ejaculated? There was no way in hell any jury was going to let me slide on that one. If she told anyone, I was going to prison, no ifs, ands, or buts. Then when I got out, I'd end up homeless because they don't let registered sex offenders live within a certain distance of a school (have you ever seen a map that shows every school in your town? It's nearly impossible to comply with that law, unless you become homeless and live in an underpass or the remote wilderness.), and I'd grow a beard and be the creeper all the moms at the park warned their kids not to talk to.

I don't know how late I stayed up worrying, but somehow I eventually drifted off to sleep without realizing it.

The next morning it was chilly, and I got the fire started again and toasted some pop-tarts over the fire. About the time they were ready, Sara crawled out of the tent, still in her night shirt and panties, and sat on the log we used for a bench, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes and then making a vain attempt at fixing her messy hair, which stuck out in all directions. She looked cute and funny at the same time, knees drawn up to her chest and nibbling on pop-tarts by the fire.

After breakfast, Sara got dressed and joined me when I announced I was going on a grand adventure into the wilderness. We marched off, I designated myself Dr. Livingstone and her Stanley, and we began exploring.

She found a few flowers she liked, but was disappointed when I forbid her from picking them; one had poisonous sap, and another was sort of rare and we were trying to encourage it to grow on our land. I helped her make a daisy chain from some sort of little pink flowers that grew all over the place though, and she wore it was a necklace.

We then went deeper into the woods, following an animal trail, and I showed her where part of the hill had collapsed in a landslide decades ago, making a rock cliff that was embedded with fossils. She thought the fossilized seashells were cool, and I carefully climbed up the wall, nearly fell twice when it crumbled under me, and pried one out of the crumbly rock and tossed it down to her. She thought it was really neat, and I was cool for being brave enough to climb up there and get it for her.

We were taking another route back toward camp, Sara chattering away about some cartoon I'd never heard of, when I slipped on some loose rocks and skidded off the trail and down the hill, tumbling as I went. Sara yelped, then idiotically dove down the hill after me. We both ended up fifteen or twenty feet down the hill from the trail, landing in a muddy hog wallow. Fortunately, there were no hogs present; wild pigs are dangerous and aggressive, and I didn't have anything more than a pocket knife to fend one off with if it attacked.

Unfortunately, we were both scraped and bruised, and covered in black mud. We both laughed at each other, I helped Sara to her feet, then she panicked and I helped her search for her fossil until she found it had been in her pocket the entire time.

"Man, we're filthy! We'd better go wash this off and get some clean clothes."

So we trotted down the trail toward pond, and as soon as I arrived on the dock I sat down and began undressing. Sara stood there for a long moment, hesitating, and I think she was nervous about a repeat of yesterday. I was nearly naked before reluctantly began undressing.

I waited for her to undress, then pointed out a small lizard on the edge of the dock. She surprised me by lunging at it, trying to catch it, but it was far too fast for her and she ended up grabbing at the ground where it had been. She laughed and wiped her hand on her face, leaving a streak of red clay.


I squatted down and examined the red soil by the dock, then got a glob of the stuff on the end of my finger. Then I startled her by reaching and quickly drawing two red stripes under each of her eyes.

"What are you doing?"


Then I painted a stripe under each of my eyes, held up my hand, and solemnly intoned "how, kemosabe!"

She giggled and immediately suggested we pretend we were indians, which I thought sounded fun, so I told her to leave her flower necklace on and retrieve her feather and the pond could wait.

Sara frowned for a moment at that.

"Shouldn't we get dressed then?"

"Nah. Most indians were naked, or mostly naked. Haven't you seen them in movies or in pictures, where the only clothes they had were loinclothes and moccasins?"

This was logical to her, so she ran back to the tent, ouching and owing as she stepped on various hard and poky objects, retrieved the turkey feather she'd found the day before, and ran back to join me.

"Better put shoes on; they'll be our moccasins."

So we both put our shoes on, she stuck the feather into her hair, and decided we needed more war paint. I took a glob of black mud from the toe of my shoe and painted a line down my chin and a dot on each cheek, and she drew red wavy lines down each of my arms and a black stripe down each leg. I had her turn around while I used red clay to draw little butterfly wings on her back, then got a little gutsy and drew stripes down her spine and onto her butt cheeks, making her giggle.

"Turn around."

Then I drew a circle around her belly button and added wavy lines radiating out from it, like a sun, and a little red circle around nipple while drew alternating red and black stripes across my chest, a black line across my forehead, and a red line down the length of my nose.

Filthy, naked, and daubed in colored "paint", and her with a feather in her hair and a necklace of flowers, we really did look like savages. Pale white savages, but savages nonetheless.

We then set off to find proper sticks to make into spears, and spent the next couple hours running through the woods naked, going "woo woo woo!" and chasing imaginary buffalo through the woods. I'd never run while naked before, and having my dangly bits flop around so much was disconcerting at first, but I quickly got used to it; having fun distracts you from such things.

Finally, we were both too hot and tired, the day having warmed up as the sun rose higher in the sky, and we stuck our spears into the dirt and returned to the pond to wash the sweat and dirt off of our naked bodies.

Stepping onto the dock, I stopped to stretch and as soon as Sara got within range I yelled "raaaaarrrr!" and scooped her up into my arms and started tickling her while she giggled. Then, as suddenly as I'd started, I froze.

"Oh no!"


"I sank your battleship."


I threw her into the pond before she could ask what I was talking about and she popped back to the surface shrieking and laughing. I dove in after her and we washed all the dirt off of ourselves before swimming around for a short while. We didn't stay in long before climbing back onto the dock and lying down to dry. There was no breeze today, so it was consistently warm while we dried.

After a while, we were both pretty much dry, except for our still-damp hair, and Sara rolled onto her belly and turned to face me. I stayed on my back, resting my head on my arms, and admired the gentle curve of her butt as she raised her feet and slowly kicked them back and forth in the air.

"So does it only get hard when it feels good? Your penis, I mean?"

"That's not the only time, no, but it always gets hard when it feels good."

"How come?"

I thought about my answer for a second, then replied, "It feels better when it's hard."

"So how come it isn't always hard then?"

"Well, if it was always hard, it'd be pretty difficult to put pants on, wouldn't it?"

She laughed and propped herself up on her elbows, resting her chin in one hand. Her feet continued to kick above her.

"Can I touch it again?"

Short answer: Yes. Long answer: Hell yes. Longer answer: I'm going to hell for this, but yes.

"Sure," I said.

There was no hesitation this time. She reached out with her free hand and felt it up and down, then her touch migrated down to curiously fondle my balls again.

"So these make that gross stuff?"

"Semen? Yes."

"And then when it feels really good, they squirt that stuff out your penis?"

Close enough. "Yup."

She scrunched her face in a comical expression of distaste.

"What's it for?"

This again. I guess there was no avoiding the birds-and-bees talk, when it came to letting little girls fondle your junk.

"It makes babies."

"It does?" she said, startled.


"How does it do that?"

"It's... complicated."

Brushing her hair back from her face, she looked at me and asked if she could see it again.

"My semen?"


A little voice in my head was screaming at me that this was wrong, but it was quickly and brutally murdered by my ecstatic sex drive taking advantage of the opportunity.

"Well, it can't come out unless I have an orgasm."

"That's when it feels really good, right?"

"Right. And you have to get it hard first."

"Can you make it hard then?"

"Not on my own," I said, a little white lie. "You'll have to do it for me."

She bit her lip, gazing at my limp penis, then seemed to make up her mind.


Hell yes. I directed her to sit up, her hip touching mine, and showed her what to do again. She gently took my penis into her soft touch and began jerking. Which, given that I was completely flaccid, didn't do a whole lot; I flopped out of her grip several times.

"It's not working."

She just hadn't fondled me long enough, but I immediately took advantage of the opportunity it presented.

"Sometimes you have to do something special to get it started."

"Like what?"

"Kiss it."


"Yeah, you just kiss it."


"How is it gross?"

"It's your penis!"

"So? Girls do it all the time."


"Seriously. Well... if they like the boy, anyway."

She brushed her hair from her face again, then looked at me with something akin to suspicion.

"Like him how? Like, like?"

"Boyfriend, girlfriend."


She pondered this for a moment.

"I don't wanna. It's gross."

I was disappointed, but shrugged casually.

"Whatever. You don't have to do anything."

She continued trying to jerk my limp dick, and I suggested she fondle my balls a little; it took some guidance, but she eventually figured out how I wanted her to gently roll them back and forth in her hand. It didn't take long before my soldier was finally standing at attention.

I gave her some more guidance and she got back into the rhythm she'd developed yesterday, smoothly jerking my penis. I leaned back again and propped my head up under my arms, relaxed and enjoying the sensation. She looked at me, I smiled at her, she smiled back, then blushed and turned her gaze back to my penis, giggling.

"That's good, sweetie. You're doing great."

"It feels really good, right?"

"Very good. Keep going; I'll let you know when I'm about to orgasm."

It didn't take five whole minutes. Her arm was getting tired, but I kept her going by telling her she was "almost there". She wrapped both hands around my erect penis and began pumping faster, a look of intense concentration on her face.

There- that familiar pressure in my-

"Ok... here it comes..."

I grunted in sheer bliss, wonderful tingling shooting up and down my spine, as white semen spurted out in bursts. Sara was sitting right up against me on my side, and as she was jerking me off she had my penis pointed upward and toward her, so most of it landed on her lap and arms; some of the last of it dribbled onto her left hand, which was above her right and still wrapped firmly around my shaft.

"Eeeeeeew! It's all over me!"

It really was. She let go of my dick and held her arms up, looking at the thick, white substance slowly running down them, then down at her lap. I sat up to get a closer look; wow. It was splattered all over both thighs, and on her belly just above her crotch; as I watched, a glob of jizz made a thin trail as it slid down her mons pubis and dripped onto the wooden deck. Damn. That was the hottest thing I'd ever seen in my entire life. Not that, you know, I had all that much experience with sex, unless you count being intimately familiar with my hand, but damn.

"It's all warm! Ew, ew, ew!"

"Of course it's warm, silly. It was inside of me until just a few seconds ago!"

She touched some of the semen on her thigh with a finger and watched in both curious fascination and disbelieving disgust as it left a string from her thigh to her fingertip; then she smeared it around her fingertip with her thumb.

"It's all sticky, like snot! That is so gross!"

"It's not snot, and it's not gross. Girls like it."

She flashed a skeptical look and responded with, "nuh-uh!"

"They do. Girls like it."

She scooped up as much from her thighs as she could, holding it in her hand, then cautiously sniffed it.

"It smells weird! This stuff makes babies?"


"And girls are really supposed to like this?"


Then I grabbed her hand and slapped it against her chest, covering her chest in my semen with a loud splattering sound.


I laughed and she tried to slap me on the shoulder, but I rolled out of her reach and onto my feet. She stood up and looked down at herself, arms held away from her body.

"I'm all sticky! This stuff is so weird!"

Man. I may have spent the night tossing and turning in guilt and fear of the consequences, but right now... right now I couldn't give two shits. I was looking at a young girl with my semen all over her naked body, and it was glorious.

"Well, you know what?"


"We'll just have to wash you off!"

She realized my intent and yelled "Nooo!" just as I lunged at her, lifted her in the air by her armpits, and tossed her, laughing, into the pond. I dove in after her and after she finished washing herself off, I lifted her up again and put her on my shoulders, making truck noises as we 'drove' around the pond. She giggled and shouted orders, sending me this way and that, and I marveled at the feeling of her bare crotch on my neck and shoulders.

Then she let out an indignant squawk when I dropped us both underwater.

We played around in the pond for a while longer, then got out and lay on the deck to dry again.

Finally dried, we put our shoes back on, gathered our muddy clothing, and headed back for camp. I tossed the muddy clothes into the trunk of my car, got out clean clothes and dressed myself, then handed her some clothes.

"We'll have to be careful not to get all muddy again; this is our last change of clothes until we get home."

She thought for a moment, then nodded and said, "ok" and headed back for the tent with her clothes in her arms. My interest piqued, I shut the trunk to my car and followed along behind her. When she got to the tent, she tossed her clothes on top of her blanket, then walked over and sat on the log by the cold fire ring.

"Aren't you going to get dressed?"

She shrugged and replied, "Nah. You said not to get dirty, so I don't want to get my clothes all dirty. And besides..."

She blushed, then looked around as if to see if anyone else were listening.

"I kinda like being naked outside. It feels nice. Y'know?"

She brushed her hair back out of her face again and looked at me as if expecting me to approve. Or maybe tell her to get dressed, because you weren't supposed to be running around in public naked. Which was pretty much exactly what we'd done all day.

"That's cool. There's no one around, so you do what you want."

She smiled at my approval.

"I like you. You're cool and you don't make me do stuff, like other grown ups."

I smiled back. That felt good. 'I like you'. That felt really good.

I sat down opposite her and lifted the grocery bag I'd retrieved from the tent.

"Wanna make s'mores?"

FapArtist 13/09/29(Sun)07:15 No. 19800 ID: cf2048

I absolutely love this story. I've been following it since it started and I can't get enough. It seems so honest. Nothing feels like it was forced or shoved in to get audience approval. I'm not the biggest fan of the whole handjob scenario, but I wouldn't ask it to be any other way, either. You seem to know what you're doing with this story, so I'll just say that I can't wait until it's her turn to get some attention.

Anonymous 13/09/29(Sun)07:33 No. 19801 ID: c1b02f

> Short answer: Yes. Long answer: Hell yes. Longer answer: I'm going to hell for this, but yes.

I laughed so hard i woke up my roommates.

Honestly OP this is fucking excellent, i would say it's better than 90% of the stories that get put on here just because of it's slow and story driven flow, with nothing feeling like it's awkward or out of place or rushed.

Excellent job OP, please keep going.

Anonymous 13/09/29(Sun)10:07 No. 19802 ID: 8d95ca

Exactly, it's not only good as porn, it's a wonderful piece of literature. OP, please, keep going.

OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 13/10/01(Tue)04:11 No. 19811 ID: 61bc43

The s'mores were good. Sara made a mess of herself, getting melted chocolate and bits of marshmallow all over her hands, face, and chest. She also set the first three marshallows she tried to roast on fire before I convinced her of the correct distance from the fire to hold them.

"Guess it's a good thing you didn't get dressed then; you're all messy again."

She laughed and nodded, inattentively cremating another marshmallow.

Once we'd had our fill of s'mores, I put some hot chocolate over the fire and told her she had time to wash up before it got hot. I glanced at the darkening sky and the sudden breeze blowing through the trees; there was a cold front coming, but it wasn't supposed to be here until late tomorrow.

We walked down to the pond, chatting about nothing consequential, and Sara sat on the dock, giving me a very pleasant view of her open crotch while she got her shoes and socks off. Then she stood and started to walk to the end of the dock, but before she could jump in I scooped her up from behind, pressed my lips against her belly, and blew.


She cackled and squirmed out of my arms, but I grabbed her again and started tickling her ribs and belly. She shrieked and laughed, then twisted out of my reach and dove into the pond.

Surfacing, she stuck her tongue out at me. I couldn't follow, since I was fully clothed. She swam around a bit, then concentrated on washing the s'more debris off while I glanced pensively at the darkening sky and the huge thunderheads piling up in the distance. They were getting closer, and the wind was getting stronger. Maybe the weatherman was off a day.

Then again, when has the weatherman ever been right?

"Hey kiddo, better hop out and dry off. It looks like we're gonna get some bad weather soon."

She returned to the dock and I reached down and hauled her up by her hands, and she stood on the dock dripping wet, her pale skin covered in goosebumps, little pink nipples erect, and wet hair clinging to her head. She wrapped her arms around herself and shivered.

"It's freezing!"

It was pretty chilly, but more so for her since she was wet and standing in the wind. I looked up at the sky again and frowned.

"It looks like we're gonna get some rain soon. We'd better hurry back."

She trotted over to where she'd left her socks and shoes and started to sit down to put them on, but I interrupted.

"Don't waste time putting them on, just pick them up."

"But- if I go barefoot, the sticks and rocks and stuff hurt my feet."

"I'll carry you. C'mon. Let's get back in the tent before it rains."

I bent down and hefted her up, giving her a piggyback ride to the tent. She stuck her feet out in front of us and wiggled her toes, swinging a shoe in each hand, and hummed some tune while I carefully studied the feel of her damp crotch on the back of my neck.

It started raining before we reached the tent. Hard. It was freezing cold too. Sara shrieked at the sudden splash of cold water from the sky, and I broke into a run. We reached the tent and I basically tossed her into the tent and jumped inside to zip it shut before the tent was flooded by the downpour.

We spent a few minutes huddling in the tent, listening to the rain beat down on the nylon above us, while I took off my shoes to avoid tracking mud into the tent. Sara sat on her little mound of blankets and waited to dry off, still humming that song. It seemed vaguely familiar, but I couldn't place it.

As I sat there, listening to the rain and her humming, I glanced over at her. She sat with her knees, book between her feet, reading. I studied the pale, smooth, milky skin, the way her mosquito bite nipples stood out from the rest of her, the shape of her thin legs and the curve of her butt, the freckles sprinkled across her nose and upper cheeks like the first hints of the Milky Way appearing in the night sky, her damp hair clinging to her forehead...

Now, whether or not it was appropriate in any way, shape, or form to be sexually attracted to an 11 year old girl, she was pretty. She was definitely an eye-pleaser regardless of whether or not you lusted for her inappropriately.

We were alone, in the wilderness, with no around for miles, she was naked, and she had proved herself quite willing, or at least very curious. I wondered if I could take further advantage of that.

"Hey, Sara."


"You don't get sex ed until next year, right?"

"I think so. I dunno. We haven't had it yet though."

I casually asked, "So if you knew a lot of the stuff beforehand, do you think you'd make a better grade?"

She seemed to think about it for a moment, then nodded. That certainly made sense.

"So do you remember what all the parts are on a guy and what they do?"

"I think so."

"I dunno," I said, sounding skeptical. "I'm sure you'll remember. How about I quiz you?"

"Ok," she said, putting her book down and sitting up attentively.

I slid out of my pants, then got on my knees and pulled my boxes down to expose myself to her.

"So which one's the penis?"

She giggled and pointed.

"Ok, which part is the head?"

She pointed, and I pretended I couldn't tell what she was pointing at; she then reached out and poked it.

"Ok, so what's this part called?"

"The... shaft?"

"Mm-hm. So what's the penis do?"

"It gets all big and hard."

"What else?"

"And then it squirts that snotty stuff. Oh, and it pees too."

I smirked at that one.

"What's this part called?"

"The scrrrrr..... scretum?"

"Scrotum. What's inside it?"

"The testacles!" It rhymed with Hercules.

"Testicles," I corrected. "And what do they do?"

"They make the slimy stuff that squirts out when your penis feels really good."

"What's it called?"



"Semen. Ok."

"And what's it for?"

"It makes babies!"

I pulled my boxers back up and patted her on the head as I sat down.

"Good job, kiddo. You know all the guy parts. What about the girl parts?"

She adopted a puzzle expression and scratched an itch on her back.

"The vagina?"

"Right, that's part of it. But do you know all the parts?"

"Girls have more parts?"

I laughed and she looked embarrassed.

"Of course. So you don't know what they all are?"

She shook her head.

"Here, I'll show you. Spread your legs."

She looked me in the eye and held me there for several long seconds. After a moment's hesitation, I saw nothing but trust in those deep, blue eyes. She immediately spread her legs apart and looked down at her own crotch in curiosity.

My heart was beating so fast I thought I was going to have a heart attack. It was all I could do to keep my hands from shaking in nervous excitement. I bent down to her level.

Her outer labia were smooth, without so much as a trace of peach fuzz, milky white, a freckle on the left lip. Just the tip of the clitoral hood or inner labia, I wasn't sure which, peeked out from between her lips. I gently reached out and touched one side of her labia, stroking its softness.

"This outside part is called the outer labia."


"It's Latin for 'lips', 'cause they look like someone's lips, kinda."

"How do you know all that?"

I smiled at her and responded, "I'm a grown up. We know these things."

She smiled back.

"You're a cool grown up. You know all kinds of stuff."

We both returned out attentions to her privates and I gently parted her outer lips.

"Hold those open."

She reached down with both hands and pulled her labia aside, affording me a clear view of what was hidden inside her Venus' cleft.

It was pink and moist, and very clean looking. Much more so than in any adult porn I'd seen. The inner labia seemed to be vestigial only, a neat little arc on either side of her slit that met to form the little nub of her clitoral hood. I pressed my index finger against the opening of her holy-of-holies.

"Do you know what this is?"

"My... vagina?"

"Uh-huh. Do you know what it's for?"

"That's where I pee from, right?"

"Not even close, kiddo."


"Yep." I rubbed it with my fingertip, marveling at how I was really touching the entrance to... yeah, let's just skip the verbose descriptions, shall we?

"I didn't know that. I can't really see down there," she said, defensively. "So what's it for then?"

"Mmmm," I considered my responses, then went with, "It's complicated. You won't understand it all until you're older."

"Oh. So where do I pee from, then?"

I looked closely and... couldn't find it. I poked the general area of where it should be.

"It's a little hole there. And do you know what this is?" I was touching her hood now.


"That's your clitoris."

"My what?"

"Clitoris. It's a little bump that hides underneath this little fold of skin here."

"What's it do?"

"Well... you know how you can make me feel really good by touching my penis?"


"The clitoris is sort of the same thing for girls."


"Yup. If a boy touches it just right, it feels really good."

She bent over and peered at her crotch, trying to get a good luck.

"You wanna try it?"

She met my eyes again; no suspicion, no disbelief, just childish curiosity. Which I was shamelessly taking advantage of.

"It feels good for girls like it does for you?"



"All right, come sit in my lap."

She wiggled around into my lap, I leaned her back with me so we could both see, and she spread her legs for me. I wrapped my left around her waist and she clung onto it with both hands, while my right hand slid down to her crotch. I started gently rubbing her outer labia with my index and middle fingers. Man, she was silky soft.

"How's that feel?"

"It feels funny."

"Funny how?"

"It kinda tickles."

"Do you like it?"

She thought for a moment, then shrugged.

"I guess?"

I continued rubbing her labia for another minute or so, then gently parted her lips and rubbed my index finger up and down her slit. She made a sudden intake of breath.

"How's that?"

"It... tickles."

"Is that good, or bad?"

She didn't answer.

"Do you want me to keep going?"

She squirmed in my lap a little, then nodded, a blush spreading across her face.

I rubbed up and down her little slit for a while longer, then rubbed my finger in a shorter arc across her clitoris. When I got no overt reaction, I placed my finger directly on top of her hood and started rubbing in circles.

She squirmed and giggled.

"That tickles!"

I laughed with her and rubbed a little harder. She suddenly froze, a startled look on her face.


"How's that feel?"

"It feels... weird."

"You want me to stop?"

She stayed frozen for a long moment, then nodded uncomfortably. I was disappointed, but I guess it was to be expected. I removed my hand from her crotch.


Then I hugged her with both arms and quietly spoke into her ear, "I just want you to feel as good as you made me feel."

She blushed a deeper red, turned around in my lap, and hugged me back. We held each other like that for a few seconds before I realized she was shivering.

"Are you cold?"


"Better get dressed then, you don't want to catch a cold."

She got up, slid on her panties, night shirt, and socks, and burrowed under the blankets. Come to think of it, I was getting pretty chilly too. I folded back my sleeping bag and slid inside, then zipped it up.

We both lay there, reading by our flashlights, listening to the steady drumbeat of heavy rain and the rumble of approaching thunder. I glanced at my watch; if it weren't raining, it'd be getting dark right about now.

"I'm cold."

"Here, c'mere kiddo."

I unzipped my sleeping bag, grabbed the pad underneath her and her nest of blankets and slid the entire assembly over next to me. Then I wrapped one arm around the bundle of blankets with her inside and scooted her into the sleeping bag with me and zipped it back up.



We read for a while longer, until I noticed she had dozed off and I set her book and flashlight aside. She sleepily wiggled deeper into her nest of blankets so only a bit of light brown hair poked out and then lay still. I smiled to myself as I brushed my hand through her hair, gently so as not to wake her. Then I turned off my flashlight and lay there in the dark.

You know how cartoons have that little angel that stands on your shoulder and encourages you to resist temptation? I didn't hear a peep out of that guy the entire time I was fondling a little girl's crotch. As soon as I turned the light out, the little bastard jumped out and was yelling, "That was wroooooong, mister!"

Hey, asshole, where were you when all this started? He was jerking off while I got a handjob and fondled a little girl, that's what. Then as soon as I'm alone, more or less, he does his best to make me feel like a guilty piece of shit.

Well, I guess that's what I was.

And once again, I lay there in the dark, feeling guilty and afraid, hating myself for what I'd done.

Thunder boomed in the distance.

Anonymous 13/10/01(Tue)07:22 No. 19812 ID: c1b02f

My god, two updates in as many days? Am i dead? Is this heaven? This is the best update so far! I must be dead, this is too good.

In the off chance that i'm not, GOOD GOD OP that was amazing! I came buckets. Now.... i want.... moar....

Anonymous 13/10/01(Tue)08:01 No. 19815 ID: 9289e6

Nice update! Keep it up, please!

Anonymous 13/10/01(Tue)10:01 No. 19817 ID: 06ca2b

It took a while but this thread is really paying off. Cheers OP

Anonymous 13/10/03(Thu)17:55 No. 19831 ID: 332f1f

Started from the bottom now we here

In all honesty though I have grown to appreciate these characters and I'm excited to see the next update

Thanks OP!

Anonymous 13/10/03(Thu)19:26 No. 19833 ID: 495bcd

godam op this is the best elit i've read since i discovered anonympc 3 years ago ... that's the highest complement i can give really

OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 13/10/04(Fri)03:21 No. 19834 ID: 61bc43

So what do you like most about the story, and what do you like least? Gimme some criticism so I know what works and what doesn't.

Also, I'm not going on sabbatical until I finish the camping trip, for those who are curious.

Waxing Carnauba 13/10/04(Fri)05:45 No. 19838 ID: a73f5c


What works best for your story? Your restraint towards the start has been ridiculous. This has been such a slow burn that I was suspicious (and many were convinced) that you were trolling, and that you were just going to build and build and build, and all of a sudden we'd get a post that says "And then I went home", and never hear from you again.

What worked against you in this story? Your restraint towards the start has been ridiculous. This has been such a slow burn that I was suspicious (and many were convinced) that you were trolling, and that you were just going to build and build and build, and all of a sudden we'd get a post that says "And then I went home", and never hear from you again.

Seriously, though--a great quote I recall reading from Alfred Hitchcock says "There's no terror in the bang; only in the anticipation of it." It's the same for passion and desire; the more slow and subtle the journey, the more epic the climax.

Mind you, keeping with the Hitchcock quote, there's no terror in aftermath, either; now that you're rolling down Badtouch Gorge towards Lake Boomchicka Bwah-Bwah, you probably should assess where you want to go when you're through. Make it sappy and turn it into a 'forbidden love' drama? Take a dark turn and make it a 'corruption of innocence/spiral into depravity' tale? Turn it sad and make the rest of the story a cautionary tale about someone from the outside catching wind and the main character trying to continue his romance while his life (and hers) spirals down the drain and is ultimately destroyed?

These would all be entertaining stories, but none of them are the one you've been writing. In fact, the more I think about it, the more I realize:

Your tale--the crawling sprawling glorious torture that you've inflicted upon this board for almost a year now--ends at the bang.

Anonymous 13/10/04(Fri)07:28 No. 19839 ID: c1b02f


For one, i love the realism. Sara just comes off as such an authentic little girl of her age, especially her reactions in the latest chapters. Our protagonist doesn't seem so fleshed out to me, but only because the story is told strictly through his perspective. I still don't know what he was going to college for (that may be my fault for not remembering) what his dreams are, maybe past loves shit like that. This in no way detracts from the story i still absolutely love it just some character backstory that may be added.

The only real gripe i have is the depictions of Sara, it just seems like there could be alot of fap worthy fleshing out of the nude scenes of her.

> yeah, let's just skip the verbose descriptions, shall we?

No, let's not, that's exactly why we come to this board lol.

Anonymous 13/10/04(Fri)07:36 No. 19840 ID: 41a1eb

I get this weird feeling like the reason there was such a long break in the writing is that nothing much was happening in the authors life and that the reason for this big burst of content is that he recently went on a camping trip.

But that's just silly.

This is purely fiction.

OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 13/10/04(Fri)15:10 No. 19844 ID: 61bc43


The story resembles my real life in no way, shape, or form.

Anonymous 13/10/05(Sat)21:13 No. 19860 ID: 4fa9bd

You are a god in earth and I thank you for this glorious narrative, but please do describe more the situation, the sensations and the feelings, it's just what it makes it perfect.

Anonymous 13/10/07(Mon)08:29 No. 19868 ID: 4b7790

So Silly. Why would you think something like that?

SB Hkahs 13/10/07(Mon)09:18 No. 19869 ID: 934682


Rain 13/10/07(Mon)14:49 No. 19872 ID: a6acae

I'm eagerly awaiting more, this is solid gold broseph.

Anonymous 13/10/08(Tue)03:30 No. 19877 ID: 3f65dc

Hey, dropping by to let you know I just stumbled upon this story last night and read it ALLLLLLLLL.

I need more. Like, now. Please. Your writing style is simply awesome!

Anonymous 13/10/08(Tue)08:34 No. 19883 ID: 62c80e

Someone said this already but I agree with them. We appreciate the verbose descriptions of what is going on and being seen.

Even without that this is a great story, can't wait for more!

Anonymous 13/10/08(Tue)11:02 No. 19884 ID: f9b0db

>>19812 Is this heaven?

No, it's Iowa. (Although, if the running gag continues, we may very well be able to expect the next update to come from the great beyond)

OP, this is some goram amazing work you've got here. As a pedophile panty-fetishist who fancies a little eleven year old who seems to like her mornings clothed the same as Sara, the early updates alone had me rock hard, and the later progress- well, you can imagine.

Keep up the good work.

OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 13/10/09(Wed)05:11 No. 19887 ID: 61bc43



I like you.

!ItCASTLEsk 13/10/11(Fri)02:59 No. 19898 ID: fd2c20


this story needs more cuddling and Firefly watching

OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 13/10/11(Fri)06:20 No. 19899 ID: 61bc43

OP here. As if the nuclear war weren't bad enough, a comet struck the earth. A large portion of the ocean and the comet itself were vaporized; tidal waves annihilated every nation on the Atlantic all along the shoreline, dozens of miles inland. Hundreds of entire cities are simply gone. A dense cloud layer of dust and water vapor encircles the earth and may take decades to settle back to ground level; the sun hasn't shined in days. The increased albedo means sunlight won't get through properly and plant life around the world is going to die off en mass. Global temperatures are dropping rapidly as we enter a new ice age. We may face the extinction of the entire human race; at the very least, there will be worldwide chaos, murder for food and other resources, rape, looting, cannibalism, and rioting.

To make matters worse, I have no fucking idea where my iPod went, so I can't even listen to REM's It's The End Of The World As We Know It while I load my SKS and head for the hills. This is definitely worse than Y2K.

Oddly, this has put me in the mood to write.


In the morning I woke up without hating myself or feeling guilty. Actually, I was disoriented and couldn't remember where I was or what I'd been doing all weekend. I had a dream where I was trapped in a lecture by my monotone professor forever, and suddenly he was Jewish and wanted to circumcise me. I told him I was already circumcised, like most American men, but he said, "no no, this time I finish the job" and pulled out a pair of hedge clippers. Then I went skiing with David Hasselhoff. Clearly, my subconscious is insane.

After I woke up and took a moment to remember that I was in a tent, what I'd done that weekend, and realize it was STILL raining like some old guy in a big boat full of animals was going to show up, I became aware of something warm in my sleeping bag with me.

I was laying on my side, and Sara was spooned up against me, her butt molded to my crotch, and thoroughly hidden under her mound of blankets and the sleeping bag. I could see just a bit of her light brown hair sticking out about where my shoulder was.

Well, all things considered, I didn't have to get out of bed any time soon, right? I glanced at my watch and noticed the face was fogged over... on the inside. Cheap 'made in China' piece of crap. It was still running, and I was surprised to see it was ten o'clock. Wow. That late, and it was not only still raining, but it was this dark out? I groped around for my pants and retrieved my cell phone to confirm that I hadn't just woken up after a couple hours of sleep; yep, it was ten in the morning, all right.

I set the phone back down and lay back down. Then I slowly slid one arm around Sara and snuggled closer to her. Yeah. This was nice. It wouldn't last, but this was nice.

As I started to doze off again, I remembered that I'd left the damn hot chocolate sitting by the fire last night. In the rain.


I woke up about an hour later when Sara started wiggling around in the sleeping bag, digging her heels into my shins and thrashing around. Eventually, her head popped out of the blankets and she took a deep breath, like someone who'd just emerged from underwater and run out of air.

"Morning, kiddo. Sleep well?"


She rubbed her eyes drowsily for a few seconds, then sat up and stared into space like a zombie. Her hair stuck out in all directions and seriously needed brushing. After a while she flopped back down and pulled the blankets back up. Clearly, she was not a morning person.

"C'mon, kiddo. It's after eleven. We gotta get up; today's the day we pack up and go home."

No response. I unzipped the sleeping bag and got out, stretching. I pulled my pants on, wincing at how cold they were, then put my socks on.

"C'mon Sara, we gotta get up."


"Yes, we gotta get up. C'mon, hop to it."

She just burrowed deeper under the blankets. So I unzipped the sleeping bag the rest of the way and folded it over, then lifted the bottom of the blankets to expose her feet and grabbed her by the ankles. Then I stood up quickly and lifted.

She shrieked as she was suddenly yanked out from under her warm blankets and suspended upside down, nightshirt flopping over her head, and I shook her up and down while roaring like a monster. I dropped her, gently, onto the blankets, then dropped to my knees and began tickling her mercilessly while she flailed her arms around trying to get her shirt down and out of my reach. She shrieked and giggled the entire time.

"Nope! You're not getting away!"

I wrapped one arm around her waist and continued tickling her with the other while she laughed. She tried to tickle me back, but I was holding her back against my chest and she couldn't reach me very well. Finally she begged me to stop and I let her go. She flopped onto her back, breathless, and grinned up at the ceiling of the tent. I admired her panties (the white ones with the ribbon) and pale, shapely legs. Finally, after a minute or two to let her catch her breath, I told her we had to get up so we could pack and go home.

"Do we have to?"

"'fraid so, kiddo. If it's raining like this all day, we can't do anything but sit in the tent, so we might as well go home early. Besides, I could use a nice, hot shower."

Sara grudgingly got dressed, whining about her pants being cold as ice, then we packed our things. The backpacks were in the trunk of the car, but we didn't have much to pack since all our dirty clothes were in there. I rolled up my sleeping bag and pad, stacked both pillows on top of them, and wrapped the entire bundle in Sara's blankets. Now I could carry it all in one cumbersome package instead of making multiple trips.

Sara tucked both our books under her shirt to keep them dry(ish) and we ran for the car. I tossed my bundle into the trunk, then started the engine and turned on the heater. She sat in the back seat, warm and mostly dry, while I tossed her my clean shirt and ran back to dismantle the tent. With the tent down, I waded through the mud, tossed it into the trunk, and got in the car, thoroughly soaked. I used my sweaty but otherwise clean shirt from Friday to dry off my head and torso, then put my clean shirt back on.

"All right, I think we're all set. You need to stop anywhere?"

"Can we stop someplace with a nice bathroom? I haven't pooped since we left, 'cause the gas station bathrooms were gross, and you didn't bring toilet paper."

"Oh. Sure, we'll stop somewhere to get breakfast and you can go there."

I got my clean shirt soaked opening and closing the gate to our property, but the drive to the nearest IHOP let me go from soaked to damp. Then we got out in the rain again and ran inside. I really should have brought a jacket or something. Never trust the weatherman. If they're not lying to you about the weather, they're bombing police stations.

Yes, I just reference a 1960's communist terrorist organization, the leader of which mentored our current president. If you don't want me derailing my narrative with random crap, you shouldn't be talking to me.

Anyway, Sara ran to the bathroom and I took the opportunity to duck into the men's room and wash up. Then I bent under the hand drier and let it blow hot air on me and my shirt in an attempt to dry off somewhat. Failing, I made a mental note to destroy every public bathroom that used a blow drier instead of paper towels if I ever became absolute dictator and walked back out. Sara had already picked a table and was waiting for me.

We both got waffles and orange juice, and she swung her feet back and forth, bouncing them off my knees, and chattered about how cool camping was and all the neat stuff in the woods. To my relief, the closest she came to mentioning our sexual escapades was a brief comment about how she'd learned a lot... and her example was a flower I'd told her was poisonous. Maybe I was safe. Maybe not. Maybe she'd tell Bill and he'd peel my dick like a banana.

She sat in the back and hummed some happy tune the entire trip back, engrossed in the adventures of a hairy midget and thirteen bearded, alcoholic midgets. I spent the entire trip back getting more and more nervous about her saying something to Bill or one of her teachers. It'd be the end of my entire life if she told someone.

Dammit, why did I do that? Why did I take things that far? Why the hell was I getting into sexual stuff with an 11 year old who probably didn't even understand the full ramifications of what we'd done? What the hell was wrong with me?

I was miserable by the time I pulled into the parking lot by the apartment building. Fortunately, the rain was moving the other direction and it was dry and sunny, though still cool, when we pulled in. I grabbed our stuff from the car and brought it in, while Sara used her key to open the door for me. Going up the stairs with a bunch of blankets, a tent, a sleeping bag, and dirty laundry in your arms is harder than you might expect, incidentally.

I tossed the dirty clothes in the hamper and made a note to do laundry later; Bill had removed the washer and drier from our apartment to give Sara her own room, so we had to use the common laundry room downstairs, which was a hassle, but again- location, location, location. It was a great apartment, and it was a block from campus.

Sara scampered off to her room, and I went into mine, shutting the door and stripping out of my damp clothes. I grabbed fresh clothes out of my drawers and laid them out on my bed, then opened the door to head for the shower.

Sara was already naked and slipping into the bathroom. I reach out and goosed her butt.


I grinned and stuck my tongue out at her.

"Hey kiddo, I thought I had first dibs on the shower!"

She gave me an indignant, pouty look, but grudgingly stepped out of the bathroom.

"Don't use all the hot water before I get in."

"What, like you do to me all the time?"

She squawked defensively, but I glanced at the clock at the far end of the apartment and saw it was only a little after three; we'd made great time getting back.

And Bill wasn't due back until ten.

Well, I'd already been swimming with Sara naked two days in a row now, and I'd fondled her privates and encouraged her to jerk me off twice. If I was destined for the lake of fire, I might as well swan dive into the deep end.

"You know, we could both take a shower at the same time. That way we'd both get hot water and not have to wait on each other."

She smiled hesitantly, glanced down (at her toes or her naked body, I don't know which) nervously, then looked up and nodded.


In my mind, I heard a cash register chiming. Damnedest thing.

We both headed into the bathroom and I shut the door behind us. I climbed into the tub first and Sara got in behind me, then stood there awkwardly while I turned the water on, adjusted the temperature, and then turned the shower head on.

Now, if you've never showered with someone else before, allow me to explain: it's awkward. Most tubs/shower stalls are only designed for one person. This means that it's hard to squeeze past one another to get the soap (though I will admit, if your shower partner is a short 11 year old girl, that makes it slightly easier) and only one person can be in the shower at a time, while the other person stands there waiting their turn. Being that I was bigger and had gotten in first, this meant I was getting almost all the hot water and Sara was just standing there getting some spray and whatever I splashed in her direction.

Finally, I grabbed the detachable shower head and pulled it off the wall, and handed it to Sara.

"Here. You spray yourself while I soap you down."

She reveled in the hot water while I lathered the soap, then took both hands and ran them all up and down her entire body. Her arms, her legs, her butt, her back, her chest, her belly... she giggled occasionally and posed however I told her, to give me better access.

Then I casually reached a soapy hand down and began rubbing her crotch. Thoroughly. I had to make sure she was clean down there, after all.

Yeah, I don't believe it either.

She didn't give any overt reaction when I touched her privates and just kept chattering. She rinsed herself off and then I shampooed her hair, lathering, rinsing, and repeating (something I never did personally, but I wanted to prolong this.) while we discussed the finer points of Bram Stoker's Dracula, which I had had to read in high school and she had stolen from her brother and read a few months ago.

Then it was my turn and I held the shower head on myself while she started soaping me down all over and explained, very seriously, why Twilight was complete crap and it was the only book she'd ever thrown in the trash. I knew there was a reason I liked her; even for a well-read 11 year old, she had taste.

Then, inevitably, she reached my crotch and hesitated.

"It's ok if I touch it, right?"

"Of course. Why wouldn't it be?"

She blushed a little and grinned shyly, then took me in her soft, gentle hands and began soaping me down. I took the opportunity to instruct her in the right way of doing things: very thoroughly, making sure not to miss anything, and paying special attention to soaping my penis down in much the same manner that she had jerked me off the day before.

And of course, it wasn't long before I got an erection. She continued soaping/jerking, staring in fascination.

"Does it feel good again?"

"Sweetie, pretty much any time a girl touches it the right way, it feels good."



She bent over to get a closer look and continued jerking. The soap made me really slick, so while it was great at first, now I wasn't getting so much out of it.

"Here, let me rinse off real quick."

I rinsed all the soap off while Sara stood at the back of the tub, then hung the shower head up again. I was about to reach for the shampoo when Sara pointed to my penis and said, "it's still all big and hard."


Her face scrunched in an adorable look of thought and she met my eyes.

"So doesn't it make your testacles"- she still made it rhyme with Hercules- "uncomfortable if you don't orgasm after it gets hard?"

"Sure. They get kinda sore."

"How do you make them stop?"

"Well, you either orgasm, or you wait a really long time for them to quit hurting."

She poked my scrotum and peered at it quizzically.

"So if you don't orgasm now, they'll hurt?"

Probably not, but it was a possibility. Like I said, blue balls are a real thing, if exaggerated by boys trying to get their high school sweethearts to go all the way.

"Yeah, probably."

She looked up at me innocently and asked, "Do you want to have an orgasm then?"

I wasn't about to explain that that was like asking a starving person if he wanted a sandwich, so I just said sure.

"It's kinda awkward in here though, let's step out of the tub."

I realize I had skipped the shampoo, but let's be honest: sexy time comes first. Period. No exceptions. Any guy who says otherwise (even the ones who aren't molesting little girls) is castrated and probably gay.

I turned the shower off and stepped out of the tub, standing in front of the sink with my legs slightly spread and penis erect. Sara got out and at first bent over to stroke my penis, then found it more comfortable to kneel before me and do it.

You know, now that I think about it, why was General Zod so obsessed with having Superman kneel before him?

Ew. Nevermind. Back to the totally inappropriate enjoyment of a little girl giving me a handjob.

I leaned back on the edge of the sink and closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation of her small hand wrapped around my shaft and rhythmically jerking up and down. It was glorious. It felt wonderful. I looked down and basked in the look of concentration on her face, damp hair stuck to her forehead. She looked up and met my eyes with her blue gemstone orbs, grinning and blushing simultaneously, and returned her gaze to my penis. I tried to get her to fondle my balls a little too, but she didn't seem enthusiastic about it, so I didn't push her.

After what seemed like an eternity of paradise, but was probably only about five minutes, I could feel the growing pressure in my balls and a tingling, wonderful sensation shooting up my spine into my brain and exploding behind my eyes. My penis pumped load after load of semen and I grunted in ecstasy. Damn. A guy could get used to this! It was way better than masturbating to internet porn. Feeling horny and want a better experience than just jerking off? Get an 11 year old girl, she'll do it for you! Act now and get a free membership in the Catholic church! Oh wait, they're into little boys. Nevermind.

My load finally spent and my heart beating like a jackhammer, I sighed in release and looked down to discover where I'd just come.

All over Sara's face.

Some of it was on her forehead, but most of it was splashed across both cheeks and the bridge of her nose, spurted horizontally as she'd jerked her head back and shaken her face in a vain attempt to escape the semen pumping from the dick inches away from it. Her freckles were hidden under globs of white. Some was dripping off the end of her nose onto her thighs, and there was a glob covering her right eye. Her entire face was scrunched in an expression of displeasure, and she slowly opened her left eye, the one not covered in my semen, and released her grip on my rapidly shrinking penis.

"Sorry kiddo, I didn't have time to warn you."

She grimaced and just sat motionless, unsure of what to do. Damn. If only I dared to take a picture of this. Then again, taking photos of naked 11 year olds with your jizz all over their faces was a pretty good way to go to prison and get shanked with a shiv, so I didn't dare to.

I laughed and helped her to her feet.

"You look so funny, kiddo."

She laughed too, holding her hands so she wouldn't drip from her face to the floor.

"You look cute too, with that stuff all over your face."

Did you know you can see a girl blush underneath a layer of semen? Now you do.

I picked her up by the armpits, unnecessarily, and set her in the tub, then rinsed her off again. That done, she climbed out and we both began drying off.

"Thank you for helping me orgasm, Sara. I appreciate that. That was nice of you."

She grinned and looked away shyly. I hugged her naked body to mine for a few moments, then let go and opened the bathroom door.

As I started to step into my room, Sara stopped me by grabbing my hand.

"What's up, kiddo?"

"Um... Can we not tell my brother?"

My knees almost buckled underneath me, I was so relieved. Oh geeze. I was worried about keeping this a secret and afraid to ask her to do so, and SHE was asking ME! Still, I wanted to pretend there was nothing wrong or unusual about what we'd done, so she wouldn't get weirded out by it.

"Sure. But how come?"

She blushed again and twisted away from me at the hips, arms behind her back. I recognized it as a nervous gesture kids often made when they were embarrassed.


"'cause why?"

"Just 'cause."

"Ok. We can keep it a secret. No one else will know, just us. Ok?"

She nodded and smiled.


Then she suddenly hugged me and I got to enjoy the wonderful sensation of her naked body pressed against mine. I hugged her back after a moment of startled surprise, and she slipped out of my arms and skittered into her room, shutting the door behind her.

I went into my room, got dressed, and headed into the living room. Man, I'd really dodged a bullet there! I went way over the line repeatedly this weekend, and even took the risk of doing it again as soon as we got back to the apartment. I must be crazy. I went insane and started lusting after some kid like a pervert, and now I'm so far off the rails I was actively doing things that would forever ruin my life if anyone found out. And she not only didn't seem weirded out by any of it, she wanted to keep it a secret.

That was fine by me!

A minute later, she scampered into the living room and dove onto the couch next to me, dressed in jeans, socks, and a purple t-shirt that made me envy the blind.

"Wanna watch a movie?"

Anonymous 13/10/11(Fri)08:55 No. 19900 ID: c7f184

I love that you're continuing the story OP. I check on this thread every day to see if there's an update.

Anonymous 13/10/11(Fri)09:09 No. 19901 ID: f9b0db

>>19899 >In my mind, I heard a cash register chiming. Damnedest thing.

OP, do you accept marriage proposals from random pedo-smut enthusiasts on the internet?

Anonymous 13/10/12(Sat)03:01 No. 19902 ID: fd2c20

I almost lost my boner laughing at the first paragraph

Anonymous 13/10/12(Sat)22:30 No. 19907 ID: cdc13b

Thank you ... the slow build-up and long waits between update posts has been more than worth the waiting!

Thank you!

Anonymous 13/10/14(Mon)23:46 No. 19919 ID: 495bcd


Non-Anonymous 13/10/16(Wed)11:07 No. 19927 ID: b3e330

glad you're back and writing again. now that i think about it, you're probably what subconsciously influenced me to toss oddball behavior and pop counter culture references into my own attempts at eLit. still loving this, even as i realize it's been nearly seven goddamn years since you started it.

fucking A. i feel old again.

Anonymous 13/10/16(Wed)19:50 No. 19929 ID: 2f8ac4

A little over a year, Oct 06 2012.

Anonymous 13/10/17(Thu)23:45 No. 19943 ID: 409c6e

Are people who read Lord of the Rings the most famous fantasy novels of all time really well-read? Bit of a stretch, and who could possibly argue that Frodo is better than Bilbo?

OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 13/10/18(Fri)06:45 No. 19946 ID: 61bc43


The overwhelming majority of people under the age of 40 are functionally illiterate and never read anything more complicated than Sports Illustrated. How many 11 year old girls read classic books like The Hobbit or Moby Dick, much less understand them?

Non-Anonymous 13/10/18(Fri)12:12 No. 19947 ID: b3e330

i quoted a two-hundred work paragraph from moby dick to my third grade english teacher. he was annoyed at my reading in class. he stopped interrupting my reading after that. earlier that year i checked the hobbit out of the library. got lost around smaug's demise, picked it back up in seventh grade. went to Florence D Titus elementary school. check the punch out record. we exist. prepubescent bibliophiles are rare. but we exist.

Non-Anonymous 13/10/18(Fri)12:13 No. 19948 ID: b3e330

ach. the formatting on the dates fucked me up. i thought it was euro format.

Anonymous 13/10/18(Fri)12:30 No. 19949 ID: ed3c73

Dear OP,

There are not enough words in the English language to accurately convey my enjoyment of your work. Thank you Sir.

OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 13/10/19(Sat)04:49 No. 19955 ID: 61bc43


I'm aware. I read Moby Dick (abridged version) when I was 3, and The Hobbit when I was 8.

Anonymous 13/10/20(Sun)12:12 No. 19961 ID: 5ab485

Please finish this! It's so well written and it's just starting to get really interesting.

Anonymous 13/10/20(Sun)22:18 No. 19965 ID: 19da45

I've been following this story for over a year now and now that it's about to end I feel that a part of me dying.
OP, I love you.

Anonymous 13/10/20(Sun)23:44 No. 19966 ID: c1b02f


the hell makes you think this story is ending?

OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 13/10/21(Mon)05:51 No. 19968 ID: 61bc43


Yeah, what the hell makes you think it's ending?

This train has a looooot of track to ride before it derails!

Anonymous 13/10/21(Mon)06:56 No. 19969 ID: 129a86

I'm not sure what the plans are for the pace of this story at this time. I would like to see you keep the same slow pace that you have, just because they did some exploring over a weekend doesn't mean they should be seasoned professionals at this. The suspense makes the story a lot better.

Can't wait for more, thanks for the story!

not op 13/10/21(Mon)07:34 No. 19970 ID: 7d42f8


Anonymous 13/10/21(Mon)22:04 No. 19973 ID: 84fdc1


Anonymous 13/10/22(Tue)01:27 No. 19975 ID: ab28f9

don't be a dick

Anonymous 13/10/22(Tue)04:49 No. 19976 ID: 1c7118

Can I be a vagina...?

Anonymous 13/10/24(Thu)13:22 No. 19987 ID: a23450

>haven't pooped since we left, no TP

wat... poor girl

Anonymous 13/10/27(Sun)19:33 No. 20004 ID: cffd9f

Hey op, when will you post the next part? My f5 hurts.

Anonymous 13/10/28(Mon)03:39 No. 20006 ID: 3b4e79

>Also, I'm not going on
sabbatical until I finish the camping trip, for those who are curious.

Probably not for a while (aka anywhere between a month and half a year)

Anonymous 13/10/31(Thu)08:14 No. 20040 ID: b5bf13

Back to the front page. Moar please :)

Anonymous 13/11/03(Sun)04:52 No. 20063 ID: bcce14

First time I've ever been on this board, and this was the only thread that piqued my interest. I thank you, good sir, for your amazing accomplishments of the literary arts, and I hope to fucking god he bangs Sara some time soon like the little slut she is.

Anonymous 13/11/03(Sun)13:29 No. 20066 ID: 971e7c

Seriously the best work here. But some real difficulties or problems for the characters to run into could help give the story more substance. A story with some conflict could enhance the adventure.

Anonymous 13/11/03(Sun)13:30 No. 20067 ID: 971e7c

Seriously the best work here. But some real difficulties or problems for the characters to run into could help give the story more substance. A story with some conflict could enhance the adventure.

Anonymous 13/11/04(Mon)04:22 No. 20077 ID: 1c7118

What do you mean? the guy is scared shitless that he is going to get caught and end up in a never ending ass raping prison!

OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 13/11/04(Mon)07:20 No. 20081 ID: 61bc43


And we're only just starting!

Hasn't there been enough foreshadowing?

Anonymous 13/11/06(Wed)03:47 No. 20109 ID: db1e71


Bumping. You, sir, need to stay on the front page.

Anonymous 13/11/10(Sun)03:33 No. 20150 ID: 4a2784


Anonymous 13/11/12(Tue)19:12 No. 20179 ID: db1e71

Bumping, for great justice.

Anonymous 13/11/13(Wed)13:48 No. 20185 ID: cd59d4

Status report OP?

Anonymous 13/11/16(Sat)08:06 No. 20218 ID: 8edadf

Read... Reread... Rereread... This story needs to be continued... Rerereread...

Anonymous 13/11/17(Sun)16:47 No. 20236 ID: aa3fc4

Come on Op
My penis loves you
Waiting on the rest

Anonymous 13/11/18(Mon)09:14 No. 20251 ID: a6ba07

Isn't it impolite to pester the author like that?

Anonymous 13/11/19(Tue)15:12 No. 20276 ID: d257d0

Yes but giving out drugs then holding out on everyone is a dick move too.

Anonymous 13/11/21(Thu)05:30 No. 20306 ID: 8edadf

Drugs, this story, whats the difference? Can't wait for the next update. Keep up the good work OP!

OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 13/11/23(Sat)01:52 No. 20326 ID: 61bc43

Working myself into the mood to write again. We'll see how it goes.

Anonymous 13/11/23(Sat)02:29 No. 20329 ID: 8edadf

Once, there was a man. He was looking online for stuff a man might look for. Then he found this thread. As he read through the first post, he got addicted. "Would this be a really good thread?" he wondered. Gradually, as the thread got more and more popular, and the OP kept updating (Thank the lord) he started to frequent this page. Then, after a long time waiting for another update (again [not trying to be rude]), the OP said, "Working myself into the mood to write again. We'll see how it goes." The man was overjoyed to see that the OP was getting ready to (possibly) post!
(Sorry, I have been like this all day. Just need to narrate things fictional or not so in writing)

OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 13/11/24(Sun)07:42 No. 20334 ID: 61bc43


Then the man saw that the story hadn't been updated yet, pulled his pants back up in disappointment, and visited his unbearable mother and impossible-to-please father for dinner before returning home to his empty life and apartment full of My Little Pony dolls.

Maybe this was the day he would finally work up the courage to wash his mouth out with the .38 revolver hidden in his closet.

But first he had to narrate things on the internet...

Anonymous 13/11/24(Sun)14:25 No. 20335 ID: 0f937f

So much passive aggression, so little writing.

Anonymous 13/11/25(Mon)04:50 No. 20337 ID: 346bd6

Pinkie hug!!

Anonymous 13/11/25(Mon)10:38 No. 20340 ID: b71cc0

How did OP know about the mlp dolls?!

Anonymous 13/11/26(Tue)00:19 No. 20342 ID: 6dc8ca

We all know, anon. You should be ashamed of yourself.

OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 13/11/26(Tue)07:07 No. 20344 ID: 61bc43


Also, your mother is right: that trilby (it's NOT a fedora) looks ridiculous on you.

Anyway, still working myself into the mood to write. More accurately, deciding what specifics to write into my generalized story line. Enjoy my updated cake thread in the meantime.

Anonymous 13/11/29(Fri)06:52 No. 20354 ID: 719bd2

No Thanksgiving update OP? I'm hurt.

Anonymous 13/12/03(Tue)23:26 No. 20380 ID: ab3909

Thank you. You're the man, dude.

Anonymous 13/12/07(Sat)06:28 No. 20416 ID: db1e71

This needs another bump.

Anonymous 13/12/08(Sun)03:54 No. 20422 ID: f3a002

I am in my happy place now, thanks op.

Anonymous 13/12/10(Tue)20:43 No. 20442 ID: 087961

This thread should stay on the first page. Bump.

Niggers tongue my anus 13/12/14(Sat)05:35 No. 20466 ID: fa2d5e

Bump.Hope you're in the mood to write soon, OP.

Anonymous 13/12/16(Mon)21:15 No. 20478 ID: c7ef77


Anonymous 13/12/20(Fri)05:41 No. 20495 ID: 26d89f


This guy is psychic. Except that it was a .45 revolver. But close enough.

Anonymous 13/12/20(Fri)11:18 No. 20497 ID: 2a2626

He sees you when you're sleeping. He knows when you're awake. He knows if you've been bad or good

Anonymous 13/12/21(Sat)01:45 No. 20503 ID: 42136a

Come on

OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 13/12/23(Mon)00:41 No. 20512 ID: 61bc43


Sorry. While wandering the apocalyptic wasteland (since I am now homeless), choking on ash and nuclear fallout, I fell on a dirty, rusty spoon, it cut me, and I recently found out it gave me AIDS. Frankly, I just haven't been in the mood to write.

Also, do you know how hard it is to get wifi after a nuclear war and a meteor impact?


Halloween night was interesting. Bill, once again, was locked in his room with his books, and since Sara wanted to go trick-or-treating, that naturally left me holding the bag.

So I took her trick-or-treating.

She wanted to be Little Red Riding Hood, so she dressed up in a red skirt, white blouse, and a red hoodie, sort of a modern version of the outfit. Her basket of "gifts for grandma" doubled for carrying her candy. She was worried her costume, which was just stuff from her closet, was too generic, but I assured her it was fine; she really did look cute in it.

I took her trick-or-treating in a couple well-lit, clean looking neighborhoods that had lots of other kids running around in costume, avoided a few that looked shady (particularly the one full of Mexicans with three cars parked on the street on blocks), then we circled back and cut through campus. She had a blast when we went through the cafeteria and she saw all the college students in costume, and the thousand year old lunch lady with the blue hair (she wasn't in costume, she always had blue hair) was just thrilled to see her and loaded her up with even more candy. I think she somehow thought Sara was my daughter, even though there's an eight year age difference between us.

Sara also insisted that I show her around campus, and she had fun seeing all my classrooms. She laughed at the stuffed bear in the hallway of the science building ("raaaarrr!") and chickened out when I dared her to poke the mummified alligator with empty eye sockets ("ew, gross!"). She insisted on drawing a flower on the chalkboard in Professor Monotone's classroom, and I wrote in KILROY WAS HERE and doodled a little face peeking over a wall on the chalk board.

Then we finally made it back to our apartment and insisted on checking all of her candy for anything suspicious; I looked it up, and there has never been a single documented case of someone giving kids candy that had poison, needles, or razor blades in them (except for one where the parents killed their kid and tried to use that as their alibi); it's all an urban myth. But, better safe than sorry, right? I set aside a few that may have been opened and were therefore suspect, and kept a few that I intended to eat myself; I think that's the real reason parents check their kid's candy.

Candy inspected, she then insisted that we watch The Wizard of Oz. She'd be staying up past her bedtime (not that was strictly enforced anyway), but whatever; it's Halloween, let the kid have some fun.

She pulled the hood up on her hoodie, then sat on my lap as I took my seat on the couch and she cross her legs indian-style. I put my arms around her and we munched on candy together as we watched the story of a girl who committed manslaughter with a house, stole her shoes, fled the rightful heir of said shoes, obeyed instructions from a con artist to break into the woman's house, and then brutally murdered her with a caustic substance, while Glenda the 'Good' Witch got away with engineering the whole sordid plot.

You'll never look at that movie the same way again now.

About the time where Dorothy oils the Tin Man (tin doesn't rust, so what the hell?), I casually rested one hand on Sara's bare thigh while she giggled at the screen. She didn't react.

When they got to the Emerald City, I just as casually slid my hand under her skirt and just barely brushing up against her panties. Still no reaction, as she giggled at the door man.

After they left to confront the witch, I gently began rubbing her through her panties. She didn't react for fifteen or twenty seconds, then she stiffened up. I stopped rubbing her crotch and moved my hand back to her thigh and stuck her legs out straight in front of her, effectively denying me access. Then she relaxed again and made faces at the flying monkeys, which were "so creepy" according to her.

Ok then. I guess maybe she was having second thoughts about doing anything 'naughty' now that we'd been back home for a while.

Right about the time they melted the witch, Bill's door opened with a thud and Sara nearly levitated out of my lap. If I hadn't still had my arms around her, she'd probably have jumped off of me in a panic. I covered her nervous reaction by pointing at the screen and laughing, and after a second of awkward 'what do I do', she laughed too. Bill wandered into the kitchen, deposited a plate in the sink, and shut himself back in his room, without even taking notice of us.

Ok. So that's what had her shutting me down then. Which makes sense; she didn't want her brother to know we'd done anything, even though I'd done my best to portray it as normal and no big deal. And, granted, Bill probably would have killed me on the spot if he'd seen me with my hand up Sara's skirt rubbing her through her panties, so I guess I could have been a little smarter about it.

Come to think of it, my heart was pounding now, thinking of how I could have been caught.

But I didn't want Sara to get more nervous about it than she was already, or to start having second thoughts about what we'd done already, partly because I kinda wanted to do it again and that wouldn't happen if she was uncooperative, and partly because she might feel guilty and tell someone about how I made her jerk me off and then I fondled her privates.

Geez, I was worrying again. Take it from me, once you start fondling children, you become a paranoid bundle of nerves, because your entire life is over the second you get caught and you know it.

But I played it cool. I gently squeezed her, giving her a hug, and whispered in her ear that "this is my favorite part" when Toto reveals the Wizard is a fraud. She just nodded and relaxed again, leaning back against me.

Yeah. This could work. I could make it work. But it was going to be hard. I had to keep myself in Sara's good graces AND I had to worry about getting caught it.

But it would so be worth it.

Or so I thought, at the time.

Anonymous 13/12/23(Mon)02:05 No. 20513 ID: 3756c5

Ominous. Hope this ends well. And pay little attention to those crying 'moar!'. Take your time, get it right. Stay cool OP.

Anonymous 13/12/23(Mon)10:12 No. 20514 ID: 4f83a9

He always ends these things ominously. Personally, I'm hoping the main character's kiddy-diddling results in events leading up to a nuclear and then meteorical holocaust, after which OP finally reveals this to be a work of nonfiction he is writing from a parallel dimension.

Anonymous 13/12/25(Wed)03:07 No. 20517 ID: 62cce3

It ain't only pedophiles that love these stories. I'm 19/F and I insert as the little girl.

I have issues.

Anonymous 13/12/25(Wed)04:16 No. 20518 ID: eda53a

are you trying to get laid

FapArtist 13/12/25(Wed)05:15 No. 20519 ID: 19e556

Seriously, unless you're over 200 lbs or ugly enough to make babies cry when you look at them, everybody reading this story wants you now. That goes double for me, though that could be holiday depression talking.

OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 13/12/25(Wed)22:05 No. 20520 ID: 61bc43


Post tits with timestamp if you want more loli.

Anonymous 13/12/26(Thu)00:02 No. 20521 ID: 5db490


Anonymous 13/12/26(Thu)12:33 No. 20524 ID: 6f3e6b

I also have issues.

We should get together and talk about them over some sex.

loliOS 13/12/26(Thu)16:43 No. 20525 ID: 3ccb90


Thank you for this story. It has been added to my bookmarks and I'm currently being added to the F5-army even though I know better.

Will check back in a few months when I have remembered the code to the smut-vault in which this browser is residing...

Anonymous 13/12/26(Thu)22:49 No. 20529 ID: 62cce3


Are you really going to hang the story up over me?

Anonymous 13/12/26(Thu)23:02 No. 20530 ID: 62cce3

If so, then I was lying please continue ;_;

Anonymous 13/12/27(Fri)07:00 No. 20533 ID: 835513

OP would you please make a story about dirty fat middle age man and loli, just like those otohime arts you posted on cake? Either way, you're still my hero!

Anonymous 13/12/28(Sat)12:45 No. 20542 ID: c1b02f

Even though the wait is long, and the chapters short, i thoroughly enjoy this piece and am never disappointed. Keep up the good work OP

OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 13/12/29(Sun)08:42 No. 20546 ID: 61bc43


I had an idea for a much shorter story kicking around; maybe I'll do it when Roommates is finished.

Anonymous 14/01/02(Thu)22:47 No. 20575 ID: 98cbb4


OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 14/01/03(Fri)08:02 No. 20581 ID: 61bc43


Shit, you summoned Cthulhu.

Fortunately for you, he just wanted more Roommates, so humanity lucked out.


Thanksgiving rolled around and I went home to visit my family for the first time since I'd gone off to college. It was weird, actually. When you're at home, you don't notice things changing because it's gradual and you're there the whole time. When you're gone for a few months and then return, things have progressed in your absence and it takes some getting used to.

I guess it's true what they say; you can never really go home again.

After Thanksgiving was over, my mom and grandmother insisted I take leftovers up to college with me so I could "have some good, home cooking instead of that cafeteria food". That's how I ended up with some turkey, mashed potatoes, half a pumpkin pie, and something made of sweet potatoes covered in slightly burnt marshmallows that I had never liked but was too polite to refuse when my grandmother insisted I take some.

After the long drive back up to college, I deposited my food in the fridge and tossed all my clean laundry (hey, I don't have to feed the washer and drier at home a bunch of quarters every time I use them) into my closet and flopped onto the couch. Going home had been good. It had seemed weird while I was there, but now that I was back in the apartment at school, this seemed weird after being at home for a couple of days. Funny how that works, isn't it?

Sara wandered into the living room somewhat listlessly, then immediately perked up and ran over with a grin to hug me when she saw I was back. I hugged her back and tousled her hair and asked how her Thanksgiving was.

"We had KFC," she said, somewhat bitterly. Bill's cooking skills apparently weren't up to a Thanksgiving dinner and he'd just gotten a bucket of chicken, some mashed potatoes, and a soft drink for each of them. He could have taken her to the school cafeteria, where they were serving a turkey dinner for students who couldn't be home for the holiday, but I didn't mention that. Maybe he didn't know, and I didn't want to make him look bad.

I consoled her by letting her nibble on some of the turkey I'd brought home, and then she devoured the sweet potato stuff, so I guess she liked it. Saved me the trouble of getting rid of it, too.

Not much else happened after that for a while. We watched more movies, played some video games and a board game or two, got in a few more tickle fights, but nothing you'd want to hear more about. Oh, and I passed my finals with flying colors, even Professor Monotone's class.

Finally, Christmas came. It didn't feel like Christmas. I remember when I was a kid and it slowly built up to Christmas every year. Now when Christmas comes it feels like, "already?!"

We got a whole month off for Christmas and New Year, so I packed my stuff and prepared to head home. Being as they had no family to return home to, Bill and Sara were staying at the apartment. I kinda felt sorry for her; it was her first Christmas without her parents, and she wouldn't be getting very many presents since, you know, no parents. So I got her two gifts.

The first I gave her the day I left for Christmas break. I'd cleared it with Bill beforehand, just in case he got mad about the gift; it was his name on the lease, after all.

Sara lit up when I told her I had a present for her and she could open it now. It was just a big cardboard box I'd found, cut the lid off of, and set over her present, so she lifted it up and then gaped at her present. Then she bounced up and down in excitement, hugged me around the waist, and thanked me over and over.

It was a five gallon aquarium with half a dozen brightly-colored fancy-tail guppies in it. All male, since they were the prettiest and I didn't think a self-sustaining population was the best idea since I didn't know how responsible she'd be for the little fish. They looked kinda like betas, but wouldn't fight each other and were about as hard to kill as gold fish, so they made excellent pets for kids.

Bill pointed out the fish food I'd also gotten her, the filter and how it worked, and a little booklet that described how to take care of guppies. She was ecstatic.

Then I handed her second gift (some hair clips, ribbons, and other jewelry and ornaments a girl would like. Nothing fancy or expensive, but hey. That aquarium wasn't cheap.) and told her she couldn't open it until Christmas morning. She grinned in anticipation and ran to stick it under the two foot tall Charlie Brown Christmas tree Bill had acquired (I call it that because it was so beat up and pathetic, not because it was a license product or anything.). She beamed at it for a moment, then seemed to crumple dramatically.

"I didn't get you anything."

I tousled her hair and laughed at her, telling I didn't expect her to get me anything and I only got her something because she was so special. Bill told her she had a whole month to find a present for me and that seemed to return her to bouncy and excitable mode. I said my goodbyes and made the long drive home.

Nothing notable about the trip home, except a minor fender-bender where some woman talking on her phone didn't check before changing lanes and clipped my bumper; we exchanged information and her insurance company covered the cosmetic damage, so it was all good.

The month at home for Christmas was good, but right about the time I'd finally gotten back into the swing of being home again, it was time to return to college for the spring semester. Once again, I said my goodbyes and made the long drive up to school.

I arrived at the apartment, immediately got tackle-hugged by Sara before I even got all the way into the door, and Bill made an appearance long enough to say 'hey' and help me carry some things up to the apartment. Then he vanished again and left his little sister bouncing up and down enthusiastically, telling me all about how awesome her fish were and she'd named them Dori, Nori, Oin, Gloin, and Hank. I asked why Hank, and she just shrugged and said he looked like a Hank before running into her room and running back, leaping over the back of the couch and landing on it with all the grace and speed of a gazelle on amphetamines. Where do kids get all that energy from? I admired her pale, shapely legs (though, disappointingly, she was in shorts and not a skirt or panties) and she stuck them out in front of her, propping her bare feet on the coffee table and dramatically thrusting the object in her hands at me.

A Christmas present. Ah.

I unwrapped it and discovered she'd gotten me a very nice sweater, forest green, with a zip-up tube collar. She seemed desperate to know if I liked it, and I assured her I did and put it on to prove it. It really was a nice sweater.

I still had a day or two before classes, which I'd already signed up for (the registrar wanted me to file a degree plan, but it wasn't required until my sophomore year and I still hadn't decided what I wanted to major in.), and I spent the time goofing off around the apartment. Bill, being Bill, was gone the entire time, apparently buying every textbook on the course list and pumping his professors for information on what the courses would be like before they even started. Personally, I'd learned from my first semester and decided not to buy any textbooks until after the class had started; that way I'd only buy the books we actually used instead of wasting money on a bunch of them and finding out we'd only be tested on one or two and the rest were basically superfluous. And I'm not making the mistake of paying $100 for a book I won't even use and selling it back for $20 again. If you ask me, the college textbook industry is basically organized crime and everyone involved should be shot.

So while Bill was off being the perfect student, I was just lazing about the apartment.

So it was, while I lay on my bed browsing web comics on my laptop, there was a knock on my door.

"Come in."

Sara peeked her head inside, then came in and looked around curiously. She'd only been in my room once or twice.

"What's up, kiddo?"

"Um... I need your help with something."

She was blushing. She always looked so cute when she did that.

"Sure. What sort of help?"

"Um... I think I have a bug bite or something. It's swollen and kinda sore, but not itchy or anything."

"Ok, c'mere and let me have a look at it," I said, as I set my laptop aside.

She stood next to my bed and raised her shirt up.


Her right nipple was swollen and puffy.

"Is it all right if I touch it?"

She nodded and I reached out and gently stroked it with a fingertip.

"Does that hurt?"

She shook her head.

I rubbed it a few more times with my thumb, then pressed down on it. She winced.

"Is that sore?"

"A little. It's not all itchy like a mosquito bite though."

I gently squeezed her nipple and the skin around it and discovered a small, but definite mass underneath it. Then I examined her left nipple; it wasn't puffy like the other one, but it was definitely more convex than it had been. I felt around that one and didn't find evidence of anything growing underneath it, but it was definitely following form of her other nipple.

It looked like Christmas had brought the gift of the onset of puberty to Sara.

"I think that's normal for a girl your age, Sara."

"It is?"

"Yup," I said, rubbing both her nipples. Strictly to make sure I wasn't misdiagnosing it, of course.

"Why's it doing that?"

"Well... it means your breasts are starting to grow."

"They are?!"

She was startled. She also seemed horrified, or at least unprepared for the revelation.

"Yup. Don't worry, it'll take a while, and you'll get used to it. It's perfectly normal for a girl your age. It just means you're growing up."

She still seemed taken aback at the news, but I decided to push my luck. It'd been months since I'd had any real fun with her, after all.

"Have you noticed any other changes elsewhere?"

"Like what?"

"Down here," I said, poking her pubic region through her jeans.

"I dunno. What kind of changes?"

"Well, why don't we have a look? Pull your pants down."

She fumbled with her button and zipper, then tugged her jeans down. After waiting for a few seconds, I dryly commented that she should probably pull her panties down too and she blushed, chuckling a little. She slid them down and I took the opportunity to examine her crotch from a few inches away.

Still pale and milky white, with that distinctive freckle on the lip and the tip of her clitoral hood peeking out. Not a single trace of peach fuzz anywhere. I gently caressed her labia with my fingertips, still marveling at how silky soft they were, and slightly squishy, like marshmallow. Then I parted her lips and looked in there for the second time; still that clean, moist pinkness, with just that arc of vestigial inner labia meeting to form her hood. I probed in there with my index finger, feeling along the inside of her slit, very gently pressing my fingertip against the opening to her holy-of-holies for a moment before using it to lift her hood and examine the tiny bump beneath it; I rubbed my fingertip in circles over it two or three times before she squirmed out of range, looking nervous.

"Is anything different down there?"

"Nope, everything looks the same."

"What would be different?"

"Mostly just some peach fuzz."

"Peach fuzz?" She wrinkled her nose and eyebrows, and her tone conveyed that I'd just said something ridiculous.

"A little bit of hair, like peach fuzz."

"Girls grow hair down there?"

"Sure do."

"So my privates will look all hairy like yours?"

I laughed and shook my head; I wasn't THAT hairy.

"No, most girls shave down there. Most girls shave their legs too. You aren't getting fuzzy legs, are you?"

She said she didn't, but I insisted on checking and she pulled her pants off entirely, panties around one ankle, so I could check. I examined them closely (mostly just staring at her crotch, honestly) and ran my hands up and down her legs; not a single trace of fuzz.

I guess while puberty was just barely starting to make her breasts bud, it hadn't kicked in anywhere else.

She sat on my bed, still with her jeans on the floor and panties around one ankle, and asked how long it would take for her breasts to grow, and how hairy she'd get (she found the concept disgusting) and how often she'd have to shave. I confessed to being unsure of the answers and explained that every girl was different, then described some of the changes I'd seen in my older sister (the one I mentioned showering with) for her.

I paused in the middle of our conversation to shift position and tried to adjust my pants so they were more comfortable.

"What's wrong?"

"Uh, I'm... getting hard again."

"Oh. Really? I thought that only happened when it felt good."

I offered a half-hearted explanation that it could happen when you saw a pretty girl naked, but she seemed less than interested in the explanation.

"Can I see it again?"

It took all of my restraint not to tear my pants off then and there. I got my pants off, removing my bulging boxers, and finally freed my erection. The cool air in the room felt good on my junk.

"I can touch it, right?"

"Go ahead, kiddo."

She shifted her position on the bed, not noticing her panties sliding off her foot and onto the floor, and took me in her hand, feeling my erection up and down with fascination. I glanced at the clock and confirmed that Bill had only left for the book store twenty minutes ago; he'd be gone for hours, searching for all the right books, standing in line, etc.

After months of no erotic activity, it was go time. I lay back on my bed, propping myself up on my pillows, and reveled in the marvelous sensation of a little girl exploring my genitals. After a minute or two, she seemed to have exhausted the novelty of my crotch after seeing it for the first time in months and leaned away.

"Are you going to finish?"

"Do I have to?" she asked reluctantly.

I considered trying to guilt her into doing it by telling her how sore it'd make me, but I resisted the temptation.

"No, you don't have to do anything if you don't want to. It'd just be nice, that's all."

She thought about it for a long, agonizing moment, then shook her head.

"Nuh-uh. I don't want my brother coming home while we're doing it."

"Oh, right. 'cause it's a secret."

"Yeah. Secret."

"Ok. I understand," I said, a little disappointed, but not willing to push it any further.

"Why don't you get dressed then and we'll play some video games?"

She grinned and slid back into her panties, then ran into the living room holding her jeans above her head, shouting, "I get Princess Peach!"

Anonymous 14/01/03(Fri)08:14 No. 20582 ID: 763f61

God damn you are a massive cock tease!

Anonymous 14/01/03(Fri)13:34 No. 20585 ID: cd59d4

On the one hand, I believe OP enjoys the tease and buildup.

On the other hand, it makes for a fantastic fucking story.

Keep doing what you're doing, at your own pace, and don't change a goddamn thing. This is easily one of the best stories on /elit/

Anonymous 14/01/03(Fri)17:53 No. 20587 ID: 98cbb4

Huh, I didn't think my summoning would have worked.

Well, I am assuming it is a one-time sort of thing.
Keep up, OP.

Anonymous 14/01/03(Fri)18:41 No. 20588 ID: 054fb4

Author gets malaria and dies.

Anonymous 14/01/04(Sat)08:44 No. 20591 ID: a76841

When your on a secluded island for the holidays (and then some) you miss a lot...

Cthulu has taste, does he not?

OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 14/01/05(Sun)05:19 No. 20598 ID: 61bc43


I'm curious to know more about the situation, if you feel like describing it.

OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 14/01/07(Tue)07:08 No. 20613 ID: 61bc43

The Yellowstone supervolcano has erupted. The radioactive fallout from the nuclear war was finally settling down out of the atmosphere, and the permanent cloud layer from the meteor impact was thinning somewhat, letting sunlight through for the first time in weeks, and now this shit. Fuck my life. As I choke on the sulfurous fumes and wade through the waist-deep ash seeking shelter from the nuclear winter enveloping the earth, I realize that an African has stolen my bicycle and smoked my AIDS medication in an attempt to get high.

Fuck my life.

Of course, my misfortune is your gain; the best artists are the ones who suffered, right?


This semester was going to be great. I had three classes on Mon-Wed-Fri scattered throughout the whole day, but Tues-Thur I only had one class, and it was first thing in the morning. Once it was over, the rest of my day was free.

Better still, one of my M-W-F courses was actually a PE course, alternating jogging and gym exercise. I was still worried about the infamous Freshman Fifteen and wanted to gain some muscle to attract girls.

I'm not entirely sure why I was still worried about attracting college girls then; I really was only concerned with one girl at the time, and she was far from college age. After a while I just stopped caring about girls my own age; I wonder when it actually happened. I also often wonder how my life might have turned out differently if I'd actually gotten a girlfriend my own age. I'd like to think for the better.

Regardless, I had set myself up with an easy workload for the semester, and had two days where I only had a morning class; the best part was that Bill, being Bill, not only had three courses M-W-F, same as me, he also had three courses T-Th, meaning he'd be out of the apartment all day. And since two of them were afternoon classes (3:00 and 5:00), that meant I was guaranteed some time alone with Sara twice a week, something that made me far giddier with anticipation than was strictly appropriate.

It wasn't until several weeks into the semester, however, that anything happened.

It was a Tuesday. I admired Sara's bare legs and panties (pale pink with a red ribbon on the front) at breakfast, headed out for my only class of the day, and after returning from class I had immediately stripped down to a t-shirt and boxers and sat on the couch with a bowl of cereal to play the latest Call of Duty game. Playing through the campaign took up most of the day, and by the time I beat it, I heard Sara coming into the apartment with her key. She tossed her backpack to the floor, greeted me with a hug as I put away my plate from lunch, then skipped off to her room and shut the door. I glanced at the clock and decided it was time for my workout; I still wasn't seeing much gain from the exercise, but since I'd started my PE class I'd noticed that my workout was less tiring, so I guess I was making some progress. I went into my room and shut the door, then started stretching out.

Right as I had finished my stretches and gotten onto the floor for pushups, there was a gentle knock on my door.

"Come in!"

Sara peeked through the door, spotted me face-down on the floor, and came in, staring at me quizzically.

"What are you doing?"

"Working out."

"Can I watch?"

"Sure," I said, not really seeing the appeal of watching someone exercise, but not opposed to spending time with her. She sat on the edge of my bed and watched intently as I did pushups, situps, bicycle kicks, and then a couple chin ups on the bar I'd set in my closet door.

By the time I finished, I'd worked up a sweat, and, casually, stripped off my t-shirt and boxes and grabbed a towel as if I were on my way to the shower. Then I stopped next to Sara, still sitting on the edge of my bed, as if I'd just remembered she was there. My crotch was roughly at the same level as her face, and it was clearly distracting her as she kept glancing at it, then to my face, then back to my crotch.

"So what's up, kiddo? Did you need something?"

She shrugged, then responded, "Nah, I just wanted to see what you were doing." Then she turned her full attention to my crotch.

"Your penis gets hard when it feels good, right?"

"Sure does," I responded, liking where this conversation was going.

"A couple weeks ago, I think you said it got hard if you saw a pretty girl naked, right?"

I confirmed that this was true.

She nervously brushed her hair out of her face (she kept doing that; maybe she needed a haircut?) and met my eyes, then asked, as if she was afraid of the answer, "Do you think I'm pretty?"

"You're very pretty," I assured her.

She blushed shyly, then hesitantly smiled.


"Really. I think you're a very pretty girl."

"So... if I was naked, your penis would get hard then?"

I grinned and replied, "Why don't you take your clothes off and we'll find out?"

She giggled and immediately slid her skirt off onto the floor, and I reached out and tickled her. She shrieked and laughed as I continued tickling her, then yanked her shirt off over her head and tossed her onto the bed to resume tickling her. After a while, I pressed my lips to her belly button and blew, making an enormous fart noise, and she shrieked hysterical laughter and tried to wiggle out of my grasp. Finally, I relented and she gasped for breath, grinning up at the ceiling.

I admired her bare chest and noticed that while the right nipple, still puffy and swollen, didn't seem to have changed, her left one was definitely puffier than last time I saw her topless, though not as much as her right nipple. After a while, she raised her head to look at my penis and said, disappointingly, "It's not hard."

"You're not naked yet," I said, grinning. She still had those cute pink panties on. She mouthed an "oh" and quickly slid her panties off and tossed them onto the floor, then lay back on the bed, legs straight out and arms stiff at her side.

I admired her face, which really was pretty, framed by her long, light brown hair that verged on blonde here and there, her flashing blue eyes, her perfect pink lips, the freckles scattered across her face like a dusting of pale tan sand on a white beach. I followed the graceful curve of her neck to the flat, milky white plain of her chest, interrupted only by the two warm, pink mounds budding on it. From there, I followed her smooth, flat belly down to the cleft of Venus, her thin, shapely legs, and down to her perfectly formed feet, toes pointed downward toward me. She looked like a painting by a Renaissance master; the sight practically left me breathless and my heart wasn't pounding, but racing.

"Spread your legs apart," I asked, and she immediately complied, giving me a better view of her smooth, pale slit, graced with the dark freckle on one side and just the tip of her hood peeking out from between her lips. Everything I'd ever been taught told me that this was wrong, immoral, forbidden, but something this beautiful, this awe inspiring, couldn't be wrong.

She raised her head to get a better look at my nether regions, and grinned when she saw my rapidly growing erection.

"You really think I'm pretty?"

"Yes. I really think you're pretty."

She sat up, tucked her legs under herself, and placed her hands in her bare lap.

"I can touch it, right?"

"Of course!" Did she even need to ask?

She immediately took my shaft in her hand and felt it up and down, rather than stroking.

"It gets really uncomfortable if you don't finish, right?"

"That's right."

She cupped my balls in her other hand and peered at them closely, then met my eyes again.

"You get sore right here?"

"Sure do."

"What's it feel like?"

Oh boy.

"Well... It's hard to explain to a girl. But they get really sore, and if a girl doesn't help you finish, it takes days to feel better."

She released my genitals and put her hands in her lap, seeming contemplative for a long moment. Before I could ask her what was wrong, she looked up at me again and I swear it looked like she was about to cry.

"I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"I got your penis hard the other day and I didn't help you finish. I'm sorry. I was scared Bill would come home and I didn't want him to know, so I didn't, and..."

"It's ok, sweetie. I understand. You don't have to do anything you don't want to do."

"But it hurt, right?"

Only my ego.

"A little. But it went away after a while."

She sniffed, then took my shaft in her hand again and began stroking.

"Well today I'm not gonna let you feel bad, ok?"

Fine with me.

I enjoyed the pleasurable sensation of her little hand wrapped around my shaft and jerking at a steady pace for about a full minute, then I decided that if I was going to hell, I was getting reservations at the hottest table. It was time to see how eager she was to learn.

"Hey, kiddo? You want to try something new?"

"What's that?"

"Something that'll really make me feel good. Even better than this."


"Do you know what a blowjob is?"

She let go of my dick and brushed her hair back, looking at me innocently as she shook her head.

"Nuh-uh. I heard some boys from class talking about it, but I don't know what it is."

"It's... kind of like a special kiss. Girls give it to boys they really like, and it feels really good, even better than what you're doing right now."

She brushed her hair back again and leaned back, resting her weight on her elbows and giving me another wonderful look at her naked body.

"How's it work?"

"Well, basically you put my penis in your mouth."


"It's not gross!"

"You pee from there!"

"Well, not right now!"

She giggled at that, then shook her head in disbelief.

"No way! That's weird!"

"It's not weird."

"Girls really do that?"

"Only if they really like the boy."

She suddenly got a serious look on her face and sat up again.

"Do girls really do that? Put boys... things in their mouths?"

"Of course they do. Here, I'll prove it."

I picked up my laptop, googled 'blowjob', then brought up a couple of pictures. She stared in fascination.

"That is so gross. Why do they do that?"

"Because they like the boy they're doing it to, and want him to feel really good."

She closed my laptop, a look of consideration on her face.

"Do you want to try it?"

She wrinkled her face in displeasure and asked, "What's it taste like?"

"I have no idea," I replied honestly. "It can't taste too bad since girls do it all the time."

Yes, I was subtly pressuring her into sucking my dick, and no, her simple and innocent 11 year old mind didn't suspect that. I am definitely going to the special hell for taking advantage of her.

She held one finger to her chin and twisted to one side in a gesture of nervousness or embarrassment, staring at my penis and making an odd noise in the back of her throat.

"Tell you what, if you're too scared to try it, why don't we do something easier?"


"Kiss it."

"Kiss it?!"

"Yeah. Just kiss the head."

"Nn-nn." She shook her head and blushed.


"No, I'm not!"

"Yes, you are!"


"Bawk, bawk-bawk-bawk!"

She slapped me on the thigh and grinned.

"Cut it out!"

"Only if you kiss it, sissy!"

"Do I have to?"

"No, you don't have to do anything if you don't want to. But you'll still be a sissy." Then I clucked at her some more.

She grabbed my penis, squeezing more than was really comfortable, closed her eyes, puckered up her lips, and darted her head in, barely brushing the tip of my penis with her lips.

"There! I did it! Now stop calling me chicken!"

"I'm sorry, sweetie. I'm just teasing, you know that, right?"

She nodded absentmindedly and touched her lips with her fingertips, as if expecting them to feel different.

"That wasn't so bad, was it?"

She shook her head.

"Now, you wanna try it for real?"

She gave a comical expression of disgust, shook her head wildly so her hair flew everywhere, and made a "blblblbbbl!" sound with her cheeks. I laughed; regardless of whether or not I was inappropriately sexually attracted to her, she really was funny.

After a moment, she laughed too, smiling nervously. Then she opened her mouth and leaned forward toward my penis, then jerked away at the last second, blushing. She did this several more times, and kept getting a laugh out of me. Then she did it again, this time making a "scarmf!" noise like a cartoon character taking a bite out of something and snapped her teeth a few inches away from my penis.

"Whoa, now!"

She giggled for a while, wiggling her butt into a more comfortable position on my bed, then seemed to sober. She reached out and gently squeezed my shaft from its base all the way up to the head and squeezed that as well. She still seemed nervous.

"Tell you what, why don't we make this easier: all you have to do is close your eyes and open your mouth and I'll put it in there, just for a few seconds."

She twisted her mouth to one side and cocked her head in serious contemplation.

"And I'll only put the head in."

"The pink part?"

"Right. Just that part, not the whole thing."

She instantly relaxed and started squeezing the head and tugging on it gently, as if to see what it would be like in her mouth.


"Just for a few seconds."

She sat up straight and closed her eyes.

"There's a good girl! Now open your mouth..."

She opened her mouth only a little and winced in anticipation.

I leaned forward and put my hand on the back of her head to hold her steady.

"Now remember, no teeth."


I pressed the tip of my penis against her open lips and she closed her mouth; after a moment, she opened it again, still only a little. I gently pressed against her lips until she stopped resisting and felt the head slide into her mouth, feeling her lips shut around my shaft just behind the head.

Oh shit. The feeling was indescribable. I could feel her breath from her nostrils blowing onto my shaft, and my head felt warm and moist. It was great. I could feel as her tongue moved back to avoid contact with my penis, ran out of room, then returned to its rest position, sliding under my head. I shivered at the sensation of that warm, moist appendage's touch.

This tableau held for what seemed like an eternity, but was probably only ten seconds. Then I slowly pulled most of the way out of her mouth and gently slid back in, keeping my promise to only insert the head. I did this four or five times before pulling out entirely. She opened her eyes and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand; a deep red blush was spreading across her face, her ears, and down her neck.

"There, that wasn't so bad, was it?"

She shook her head.

"So... what's it taste like?"

She pondered for a moment, then shrugged.

"I dunno. Not like anything I ever tried before."

"Well, have you ever had a boy's penis in your mouth before?"

"No!" she exclaimed, giggling.

"Well, there you go then!"

I reached down and tickled her armpit and she slapped my hand, smiling.

"You wanna try it with your eyes open this time?"

She waffled for another minute or so, then opened her mouth for me.

Fuck yes, Tuesdays are gorram awesome.

Anonymous 14/01/07(Tue)08:47 No. 20615 ID: 29ed6e

Wow! Amazing as always! Can't wait the moment Main Char french kiss Sara or eat her pussy!

Thank you OP.

Anonymous 14/01/07(Tue)13:12 No. 20618 ID: f944c2

A wonderful installment OP , can't wait to see what happens next.

Anonymous 14/01/07(Tue)13:49 No. 20619 ID: c1b02f

> Tuesdays are gorram awesome.

I like you.

Anonymous 14/01/07(Tue)15:03 No. 20620 ID: b341ba

shhh, be patient. Let the master work.

We have all the time in the world.

Anonymous 14/01/09(Thu)11:00 No. 20627 ID: a6c7e8

I absolutely love this series, you sir are the greatest ELIT loli writer That I have ever seen. Keep up the good work!

OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 14/01/10(Fri)06:36 No. 20638 ID: 61bc43


Oh, I intend to.

Also, I'm going to go ahead and start my other story before I forget everything I want to do with it. Don't worry, it won't replace or take away from Roommates, and it's a much shorter story, so it'll be done long before Roommates is. It'll probably update faster since there's less work involved, but hey.

It's the difference between fine wine that takes year to perfect and cheap whiskey you made in a week; one gets you immediate gratification, but the other is much more satisfying in the long run.

OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 14/01/11(Sat)08:13 No. 20648 ID: 61bc43

You would not believe the bullshit involved in trying to post my new story. I may just start a whole new thread because of how fucked up it is.

Anonymous 14/01/11(Sat)11:14 No. 20652 ID: 2ac483

All Hail OP, a God amongst men!

I stumbled upon this today and I fucking love it. Dammit, I can wait uptil the main character gives Sara some oral, damn I feel like a perv. Thank you, you fine gentleman, thank you.

Anonymous 14/01/11(Sat)11:19 No. 20653 ID: 2ac483

what are you struggling with, OP?

Anonymous 14/01/12(Sun)10:17 No. 20667 ID: a6c7e8

What's the problem? I am waiting for porn D:

Anonymous 14/01/13(Mon)21:33 No. 20686 ID: 5dff14

How shitty is your bandwidth

Anonymous 14/01/13(Mon)23:01 No. 20687 ID: a6c7e8

Same guy different pc, amazing why?

Anonymous 14/01/14(Tue)05:39 No. 20695 ID: 26d89f

Hail, OP! You have not only made great loli, but you have inspired great loli writers. Now here is the Nobel Peace Prize: Loli Edition

Anonymous 14/01/14(Tue)19:35 No. 20700 ID: 5dff14

What if this WAS AnonyMPC?


Anonymous 14/01/14(Tue)22:58 No. 20703 ID: 972d1d


Don't sully the name of the great AnonyMPC like that.

S33KER 14/01/15(Wed)06:41 No. 20710 ID: 55df68

He's not sullying AnonyMPC's name, this guy has what it takes to join the unholy pantheon of /elit/! For the record, that would be the likes of OnlySomeOfTheTime, BaneOfTheBlackDragons, Mint, and of course the magnificent AnonyMPC. Feel free to add to that list btw, I know I'm forgetting a few.

Anonymous 14/01/16(Thu)16:08 No. 20728 ID: 192b01

One of the best stories I've ever read here. All hail OP!

Anonymous 14/01/17(Fri)23:55 No. 20776 ID: 5dff14

Still, the only name we know of op is... Well, op.

Today op was not a faggot.

OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 14/01/20(Mon)03:21 No. 20806 ID: 61bc43

Sara squeezed her eyes shut as my penis got closer to her mouth and I paused. After a few seconds with nothing happening, she opened her eyes again, only to see my dick looming just an inch or two in front of her face. She fell back on the bed, covered her face with her hands, and devolved into a hysterical laughing fit.

I found myself laughing too, and after a while, she got control of herself and sat up again, her face a few inches from my penis.

"This is so weird," she said, laughter still in her voice.

"You ready this time?"

She nodded and opened her mouth, not quite closing her eyes this time. I slowly leaned forward until the head of my penis brushed against her lips and she shut her eyes again.

Fuck it. She was still willing, so it's all systems go. Instead of waiting for her to open her eyes, I slid the head into her mouth.

It rested there for ten seconds or so before she opened her eyes and found herself staring down the length of my shaft into my neatly trimmed pubes. She studied the view for a moment, then looked up to meet my eyes. I smiled at her; she didn't smile back, but then it would have been hard to tell since she had a mouth full of dick. Her eyes returned to my shaft and gently nibbled at the head with her lips, carefully keeping her teeth from touching, as requested. I shuddered at the electric jolt of pleasure shooting up my spine as I felt her tongue slide around inside her mouth and then eventually start probing the head of my penis; her tongue first felt the underside, curling the tip to brush against the head, then it slid all around the sides, top, and tip of my head. I gasped and it was all I could do to hold still and not blow my load right then and there. After only a minute or so, but what felt like an eternity, she grasped my shaft in her hand and took my penis out of her mouth; a long, thin strand of either spit or pre-cum trailed from her lower tip to the tip of my penis.

She smacked her lips thoughtfully a couple times, then cocked her head quizzically.

"It tastes kinda... I dunno, salty? And... kinda like pennies smell."


"Yeah, that."

Without any prompting, she put the head of my penis into her mouth and swirled it around in her mouth with her tongue, probing and tasting it experimentally. I felt my head brush against her teeth, then press against her cheeks, and then she curled her tongue around it as best she could. Damn, this was amazing! She didn't know anything about blowjobs (and, to be honest, I'd never gotten one before, so I didn't have any experience either), but I could certainly see why they were popular!

The contrast between her warm, moist mouth on my head and her cool puffs of breath on my shaft produced the most amazing effect. All too soon, she took me out of her mouth again and lipped her lips, still looking at my penis with a quizzical look on her face.

"So, do you like it?"

She shrugged.

"It's not bad, I guess. How does it feel?"

"It feels AMAZING!"

She smiled and brushed her hair back, blushing a little.


"Really! You're doing a good job, kiddo. You're gonna help me finish, right?"

She nodded, then paused as something seemed to occur to her.

"When you orgasm, your tastacles-' she still made it rhyme with Hercules- "are gonna squirt that white, snotty stuff out your penis, right?"

"The semen? Yeah, every time. That's how you know I'm finished."

"What do we do with it?"

I looked at her like I didn't understand what she was talking about, trying to subtly influence her.

"What do you mean?"

"When it squirts out, then what? When it happened at the pond and in the bathroom, we washed it off with water. What do we do when you finish here?"

"Well, most girls when they give a blowjob just swallow the semen."

She stuck her tongue out in a pantomime of gagging and said, "gross!"

"It's not gross, girls do it all the time! You want me to show you?"

She shook her head.

"No, I believe you. It's just... weird, that's all."

"You don't have to if you don't want to."

She responded by slowly, almost reluctantly, opening her mouth, inviting me to put my penis inside it again.

Fuck yes, Tuesday and Thursday afternoons were going to be the BEST if I could do this on a regular basis!

I leaned forward to insert the head into her mouth again, feeling her warm lips close around it and her moist, slippery tongue slide beneath it. I then guided her to wrap her hand around my shaft and jerk me off, which she did. She kept her eyes open, watching my face.

After a while, I slowly started thrusting back and forth in her mouth, not even pulling my head out, just giving it a back and forth motion. She didn't seem to mind, and continued jerking my shaft in the same rhythm she'd developed earlier.

Oh, shit, this was amazing. I have no idea if a blowjob is the same regardless of who gives it, but this was my first, I was getting sucked by a gorgeous 11 year old girl I'd had an unhealthy attraction to for months, and it felt indescribably awesome.

I began to breathe heavily, like I was working out again, and put my hand on Sara's head, stroking her hair gently as I slowly thrust back and forth inside her mouth.

"Oh, you're doing good, sweetie. You're doing real good."

She didn't respond, but she did keep up the pace with the jerking; eventually her arm got tired and she switched hands.

Oh man. Oh man, this was it. I felt the tension building inside my balls, felt the electric build up in my whole body. I stopped her hair and put my hand around the back of her head to keep her from moving when I came. She'd been watching my face almost the entire time, and I focused on her brilliant blue eyes, framed by her light brown hair and the spray of freckles across her pale face, her lips and cheeks bulging slightly every time I thrust. I tensed up, breathing rapidly, holding out as long as I could until...

I was a gentleman. I kept my promise and didn't insert any of the shaft into her mouth, no matter how badly I wanted to thrust deeper as the moment of climax arrived. I couldn't take it anymore and I blew my load, could feel my dick pulsing hard as semen shot out over and over again. She made a muffled sound as I ejaculated heavily into her mouth, but my hand held her in place as she tried to jerk away.

"Swallow it, quick!"

I could FEEL her swallowing, as it pulled at the head of my penis, and I watched her adam's apple bob (girls do have them, by the way, they're just not as pronounced) and I pulled out of her mouth, a little bit of jizz still dribbling out of my penis.

She coughed and spat, leaning forward, and I quickly sat on the end of the bed next to her and patted her bare back as she continued to cough.

"You ok, kiddo?"

She nodded, then coughed again. I grabbed a water bottle from beside my bed and gave it to her and she quickly drank almost half of it before finally gasping.

"You ok?"

"Yeah, I just choked a little. I think it went down the wrong way when I swallowed."

"I'm sorry, sweetie," I said, hugging her bare body to mine. "I didn't mean to do that to you."

"No, you didn't do it. It just happened, is all."

I moved one arm so I could stroke her hair again while still hugging her, the warmth of her bare skin surprising.

"Well, it wasn't so bad, wasn't it?"

She shook her head, wiping at her mouth with the back of her hand and taking another sip from the water bottle.

"Nuh-uh. It tasted weird and it was all slimy, but it wasn't that bad."

"Good. I'm glad you didn't dislike it."

She nodded, propping her feet up on their heels and wiggling her toes.

"Did you like it?"

"Sara, I liked that very much. I think that's the nicest thing any girl has ever done for me."

I wasn't lying or even exaggerating; up to that point, it really was the nicest thing any girl had ever done for me.

She blushed and twisted away slightly, embarrassed. I think it was her shy innocence, combined with her curiosity and willingness, that most attracted me to her.


I waited for her to continue.

"That, uh... that was something special that girls do for boys, right?"


"Boys they really like, right?"

She brushed her hair back behind her ear and turned to look me in the face intently, as if the answer were really important.

"Of course."

"Like, boyfriend-girlfriend, like each other?"

I nodded, rubbing her side absentmindedly with my thumb.

She blushed a little, but didn't look away as she asked, "So... am I your girlfriend now?"

Holy shit. I wasn't really expecting that. My heart, which was just starting to slow down from my orgasm a minute earlier, suddenly kicked into overdrive again.

"Well, I'm not sure. Let's discuss that for a bit, kiddo."

I slid back further onto the bed and lay down comfortably, head propped up against my pillows. She joined me, spooning up against me quite nicely and turning her head to face me; I propped her head up with my right arm and cupped her small buttocks with my hand, and casually rested my other hand on her waist. We cuddled like that as we spoke.

"I'm not really sure you're old enough for that kind of relationship. And a lot of people would think it was kinda weird if you had a boyfriend who was as old as I am." This was the first I'd even hinted that what we were doing wasn't normal. She nodded and replied, "Like Bill?"

"Yeah, like Bill. I don't think he'd understand, do you?"


"So I guess what it really comes down to is... do you like me that way?"

Most kids, I'm sure, would have just said yes without even thinking about. She took the question seriously and pondered it for a good two minutes, wiggling her toes against my shins. I gently massaged her buttcheek with my hand while I waited for her answer.

"I think so. I like you. I really, really like you. You're nice to me, you're cool, you're fun, and you treat me serious. You don't blow me off 'cause I'm a kid; you act like I'm a real person."

"That's because you are a real person, kiddo," I said, leaning in and gently pecking her on the cheek. She looked up at me, a sense of urgency in her eyes, and her voice wavered a little as she asked, "Do you like me?"

"Yes. I like you very much. I think you're cool too. Cool, and funny, and very pretty."

She flushed slightly, just a hint of pink across her cheeks and the tips of her ears, and she hugged me.

"Do you want to be my boyfriend, then?"

"I dunno, you sure you want some old dude for your boyfriend?"

She snickered and slapped me on the shoulder, grinning.

"I guess that's a yes!"

We cuddled together like that for a while longer. I kept trying to think of what this meant and how it would affect things, but my thoughts kept skittering around it. I focused on her face and she seemed to be staring off into space, smiling subtly. I wondered what she was thinking.

"When does Bill get back?"

I looked over her head at my clock and answered, "not for a couple more hours."

Then I looked down at her and asked, "Why, you wanna keep doing this?"

She grinned and nodded.


I sat up and patted my lap.

"Sit here, and let's give you a turn."

Anonymous 14/01/20(Mon)05:07 No. 20811 ID: e295ee

Holy boner, OP! Keep it up! =D

Anonymous 14/01/20(Mon)06:28 No. 20812 ID: 764540


Anonymous 14/01/20(Mon)06:51 No. 20813 ID: 26d89f

Glad they (Not dumb enough to say their acronym) didn't get ya, OP!

Anonymous 14/01/20(Mon)07:24 No. 20815 ID: 23a56e

I fucking love you, OP.

Anonymous 14/01/20(Mon)08:35 No. 20816 ID: de598f

Implying posting here isn't enough to get you traced, you dipshit.

OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 14/01/20(Mon)09:34 No. 20819 ID: 61bc43


Pfft. I'm stealing your wifi.

Anonymous 14/01/20(Mon)10:52 No. 20820 ID: 252a66

sweet buttery jesus...everytime....just...so *sniff*

OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 14/01/20(Mon)23:54 No. 20831 ID: 61bc43

So, yeah. I'm probably gonna drop my other story and just focus on this one.

Any aspiring authors maybe wanna pick up the other story?

Anonymous 14/01/21(Tue)06:14 No. 20839 ID: de598f

I wasn't terribly fond of the other story, to be honest, OP. It made me feel sad to read about a little girl getting hurt and humiliated and scared like that.

Anonymous 14/01/21(Tue)09:01 No. 20841 ID: a6c7e8

Another wonderful (does it count as a chapter?) Keep it up op!

Anonymous 14/01/21(Tue)22:06 No. 20848 ID: 2ac483


I keep imagining Sara like Dojima Nanako, I feel like a horrible big bro

Anonymous 14/01/22(Wed)01:30 No. 20858 ID: e84519

This story is nice, but a bit too one-sided I think. Protagonist needs to reward her, bury his head between her legs...

Anonymous 14/01/22(Wed)04:31 No. 20859 ID: 763f61

"Sit here, and let's give you a turn."

What do you think this mean hmmm?

I cant Imagine what "Giving her a turn" Means!

OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 14/01/22(Wed)07:20 No. 20862 ID: 61bc43


Which is the main reason why I don't like it.


There is so much porn of her on gelbooru, sankaku complex, etc.

Anonymous 14/01/22(Wed)10:08 No. 20865 ID: 1b739d


Anonymous 14/01/22(Wed)14:47 No. 20869 ID: 2c0ad0

Goddamn you for remains me to that game. Now it won't feel the same again.

"Every day's great at your Junes !"

Anonymous 14/01/22(Wed)14:58 No. 20870 ID: 6aab9e

Somehow, I'm starting to look forward more to OP's intros now. I wonder if OP will ever meet the one who masterminded the nuclear war.

Anonymous 14/01/22(Wed)18:38 No. 20871 ID: 7a2cf9


Maybe op would become the hero tracking down the mastermind behind the Armageddon.

Anonymous 14/01/23(Thu)03:43 No. 20878 ID: 84d10c


OP is the Master Mind!!!

OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 14/01/23(Thu)23:02 No. 20889 ID: 61bc43


No, OP, you are the mastermind.

Then OP was a zombie.

Anonymous 14/01/25(Sat)08:15 No. 20905 ID: 3524b3

I don't think I'm the only conspiracy theorist here

Anonymous 14/01/25(Sat)09:38 No. 20907 ID: ae3c5a

With all the ominous foreshadowing in the story Sara's brother, Bill, probably destroyed the world after realizing his friend was corrupting his sister.

Anonymous 14/01/25(Sat)17:00 No. 20911 ID: cd59d4

He was fucked out of his mind on Ritalin when he did it.

Anonymous 14/01/27(Mon)06:19 No. 20934 ID: 52c1b0

There's something wrong when this isn't on the first page. Terribly wrong.

Anonymous 14/01/27(Mon)23:05 No. 20947 ID: f2a6d7

OP, don't let this materpiece die!

Anonymous 14/01/28(Tue)00:26 No. 20948 ID: 9a876e

You know, maybe we're putting too much pressure on OP to come up with a plot for that future of his.

not op 14/01/28(Tue)05:00 No. 20953 ID: 23fc02

Or maybe not enough pressure.

OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 14/01/29(Wed)07:37 No. 20969 ID: 61bc43

"A wizard is never late, nor is he early. He always arrives precisely when he means to."

"I'm makin' records, my fans they can't wait. They write me letters, tell me I'm late."

You get the next chapter when I'm in the mood to write it.

anon 14/01/29(Wed)09:11 No. 20970 ID: 95c99f

the wizard of oz: the story of a girl who travels to a surreal landscape only to kill the first person she meets. she groups up with a few strangers only to kill agian.

Anonymous 14/01/29(Wed)14:10 No. 20975 ID: d896ef

“My world, my world... How can such a good little girl like you destroy all of my beautiful wickedness." - Wicket Witch of the North

“Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain!” ― L. Frank Baum, The Wonderful Wizard of Oz

“Some people without brains do an awful lot of talking, don't you think?” ― L. Frank Baum, The Wonderful Wizard of Oz

Just for fun guys :)

Anonymous 14/01/29(Wed)16:22 No. 20976 ID: 9a876e

"Look what you've done! I'm melting! melting! Oh, what a world! What a world! Who would have thought a good little girl like you could destroy my beautiful wickedness? Oooooh, look out! I'm going! Oooooh! Ooooooh!"

Calling it now, that's going to be the line the protagonist says when Sara gives him his next blowjob.

Anonymous 14/01/30(Thu)05:02 No. 20983 ID: 84d10c

"moods are for cattle and love play" not Zombies ;)

OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 14/02/01(Sat)01:48 No. 20998 ID: 61bc43

You gets what I gives ya, when I gives it.

Anonymous 14/02/01(Sat)16:21 No. 21003 ID: 52c1b0

I don't really think we want something other than that, OP...

Anonymous 14/02/01(Sat)22:38 No. 21005 ID: 821646

Well stop being so stingy an start giving it.

Anonymous 14/02/02(Sun)03:58 No. 21008 ID: 84d10c

op give good

no stingy

Anonymous 14/02/02(Sun)04:02 No. 21009 ID: 84d10c

elit good....

cake good....

Anonymous 14/02/02(Sun)15:00 No. 21016 ID: b341ba


Be calm and wait. For OP will surely deliver.

I really like that I can say that <i>without</i> sarcasm.

OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 14/02/03(Mon)05:17 No. 21028 ID: 61bc43

Sara wiggled around so she was in my lap and I slid my hand down toward her crotch; she spread her legs for me without hesitation, smiling slightly as she tilted her head back to look at me. I smiled back and began gently rubbing her outer labia with my fingertips and hugged her with my other arm. She giggled and wriggled around in my lap.

I continued gently rubbing her up and down, then kissed her on the forehead and changed tack; with just my index and middle fingers, I began rubbing up and down her smooth, clean slit. As I watched her face, trying to gauge her reaction, I began gently rubbing her swollen right nipple with the tip of my other thumb. Her eyes widened slightly and she giggled again.

"That feels weird!"

"Does it?"

"Keep doing it."

I eagerly obeyed, continuing to gently rub her nipple and slit at the same time for about a minute.

Then, while continuing to play with her nipple, I stopped rubbing her crotch and began probing for her vagina with my finger; I soon found it, more from its moist warmth than anything else, and began to gently press my finger against her opening when she wrinkled her forehead and put one hand on top of mine.


"What's wrong?"

She just shook her head and removed her hand. Confused, I resumed rubbing up and down her slit for a while and she relaxed again, smiling.

"So does that feel good?"

"Yeah. It makes me feel weird inside, like, all tingly. Kinda like when you're really scared, but... not. Y'know?"

I nodded and continued petting her, giving her another kiss on the forehead.

"So you like it?"

She nodded, then shifted position in my lap slightly so she could raise her pelvis, giving me better access. I could feel the stirrings in my penis again. Damn if this wasn't the hottest thing I'd ever participated in.

Experimentally, I very gently squeezed around her nipple and stopped almost immediately as she winced and made a hiss of indrawn breath.

"You don't like that?"

".... they're sore. Keep doing it like you were."


After a while, I shifted the rubbing so it concentrated more on the region around her clitoris. I didn't see any overt reaction from her, so I started to rub a little harder. She quivered a little in my lap, clenched her hands into fists, and closed her eyes. I started rubbing in little circles over her clitoral hood, and her eyes snapped open, her back arched, and she shot her hands down to her crotch.


Startled, I stopped rubbing and looked at her. She flushed red, cupping her crotch with both hands, and gave me a wide-eyed look.

"That feels WEIRD!"

"Do you like it?"

She waffled for a minute, then made an 'eh' kind of expression as if she were unsure of herself.

"I dunno. It feels really weird."

"But it's a good kinda weird, right?"

She shifted uncomfortably and gave a noncommittal shrug. Disappointed and worried I might be going too fast for her, I asked if she wanted to just go back to the rubbing she'd enjoyed earlier.

"No, I think I'm ok for now," she replied and scooted off my lap back onto the bed beside me.

What the hell, did I scare her off somehow? Maybe she was just taken by surprise by the way her body responded and didn't know what to do? Before I could say anything else, she announced that she had to go to the bathroom and literally ran out of my room and slammed the bathroom door behind her.

Dammit, I scared her off somehow. Maybe I was going too fast? I didn't know what it was I'd done wrong, so how could I avoid doing it again unintentionally?

Oh, you know what you're doing wrong, you sick bastard. You just came in a little girl's mouth and molested her.

I tried to shake the sudden guilt crashing down on me like a load of bricks, but it seemed like my conscience had decided to return just then to torment me. Great timing, asshole.

I was saved by the flushing toilet, and Sara emerged from the bathroom, blushing slightly and looking embarrassed about something. She snapped out of it quickly and flung her naked body onto the bed next to me, grinning, and suddenly snarled like an animal, her little hands darting toward my rib cage.

Oh, come on, a tickle fight NOW? I was at my most vulnerable, nude and wrestling with my inner demons, and now I was wrestling with a naked little girl on my bed. She found the one spot I'm actually ticklish in and I started laughing, then I struck back with a vengeance. If this was a tickle war, then my counterattack was like the Soviets crashing through the Fulda Gap to kick off WWIII. She howled with hysterical laughter and thrashed her arms and legs to dislodge me.

Finally, she surrendered and I stopped tickling her. We lay side by side on the bed, and I watched her heaving chest as she panted and grinned at the ceiling. I felt the stirring down below again as she sat up and faced me, smiling.

She noticed my growing erection, and though she was a bit hesitant she didn't ask my permission this time as she took it in her hand and began stroking.

She really was perfect in every way possible, except for the fact that I'd get twenty years in prison for this if anyone ever found out.

I stretched out and laid back, relaxing totally and losing myself in the pleasurable sensation as her small, soft hand slowly jerked the shaft of my penis. Have you ever stopped and realize that you were experiencing a perfect moment, one you would look back on fondly, all too aware that it would end soon and you'd never get that moment back? I did, right then.

Well, if this was a perfect moment, I might as well get the most out of it.

"You wanna put it in your mouth again?"

She wavered for a few seconds, then opened her mouth and took me inside. I had to guide her to keep jerking my shaft, but she got back into it quickly.

"Try moving your head up and down too, like your hand."

She slowly bobbed her head up and down a couple times, meeting my eyes as if to ask if she was doing it right.

"That's good, sweetie! Keep doing that."

She slowly bobbed her head up and down, the head of my penis never fully leaving her mouth, and continued jerking me with her hand. I rested one hand on the back of her head and stroked her hair again.

"Oh, that's great. You're doing really good, kiddo. That feels awesome."

After a while, I could myself getting close to climax and whispered a request for her to go faster. She took me out of her mouth and stretched her jaw, then looked at me and said, "My neck's getting sore."

"That's ok. You can just hold it in your mouth and do the rest with your hand; you're almost done."

She nodded, took me into her mouth again, and held her head still as she continued jerking. I rested my head against my pillow, closed my eyes, and concentrated on the sheer pleasure her warm, moist mouth gave me and...

I grunted as I achieved orgasm and ejaculated into her mouth, my hand holding her head in place in case she got startled and tried to pull away; she didn't. I didn't come nearly as much as the first time, and she quickly swallowed it and sat up, smacking her lips and going, "bleagh".

"That was great, sweetie. You did a really good job."

She smiled and brushed her hair back out of her face and asked, "Really?"

"Really. C'mere."

She flopped on top of me and we squeezed each other in a bear hug and just sort of snuggled for a while.

"So, do you like doing this?"

She nodded, digging her chin into my breast bone uncomfortably.

"Yeah. This is fun. I like doing grown up stuff like this."

"So do you like it better when I touch you, or when you touch me?"

She thought about it for a while, kicking her heels back and forth in the air above us, then shrugged.

"I dunno. It's just fun no matter what."

"Well, good. I'm glad you enjoy it, kiddo."

I hugged her again and she hugged me back, closing her eyes and snuggling on top of me, the top of her head tucked under my chin. I glanced at the clock.

Shit. Bill was due back in half an hour. If I didn't want him to bring back defenestration as a method of expressing displeasure, we needed to NOT be naked in bed together and covered in each other's bodily fluids.

"Hey kiddo, your brother's gonna be back soon. We'd get cleaned up and dressed."

She reluctantly rolled off of me, and I goosed her butt as I got off the bed, eliciting an indignant squawk. I quickly herded her into the shower and we washed each other off and shampooed without wasting time on any naughty shenanigans like last time. We finished showering in ten minutes, toweled off, shut ourselves in our respective rooms, and got dressed.

Once I had clean clothes on, I headed into the kitchen to start some macaroni and cheese for dinner. Just in time too; I heard the key enter the lock and then Bill came into the apartment, tossing his backpack on the table.

"I just got an A on my first paper of the semester! Whadda say we celebrate with a few rounds of Super Smash Brothers?"

"Sure, right after eat. Go tell your sister that dinner's ready."

The three of us ate at the table, Bill in an unusually good mood and Sara chattering about her day at school in between bites. I mostly just nodded and made encouraging sounds to keep her talking while I ate, ignoring that she was rhythmically kicking my knees with her bare feet.

Dinner finished, we turned on the Wii and Bill and I proceeded to alternate victories, tying the score. One last tie-breaker match also went about evenly until the last moment, when...

Bill tossed the controlled on the couch and jumped to his feet, shouting.


Head bowed in shame, I surrendered my controller to Sara as she leaped over the back of the couch, sat indian-style, and immediately challenged the victor.

She creamed him three out of four. I felt a little better.

And I was definitely looking forward to Thursday.

Anonymous 14/02/03(Mon)06:54 No. 21029 ID: d7d675

OP you are a great writer i cant wait to read the next installment.

Anonymous 14/02/03(Mon)13:32 No. 21033 ID: ea16d8

I'm loving this, OP, thank you!

And it is true about not knowing if it's good or bad sometimes it is just weird!
I get what Sara feels. It's nice and exciting to have your partner touch you, but the equipment is so complicated... It can hurt so easily and it becomes especially sensitive after an orgasm.

Also, if you go upwards, lifting the clitoral hood it can easily hurt, so it's better to slide your hand downwards, and caress the clitoris over the hood. Then it's hardly a good idea to use one finger alone, as it tends to hurt... so you either use two and keep the clit in the middle (while both fingers press the hood, which makes pressure on the clit) or use 3 fingers, which is a bit more intense, but it won't hurt.

Anonymous 14/02/03(Mon)15:56 No. 21036 ID: d7a5ad

Is it for grown up women or only for lolis?

Anonymous 14/02/03(Mon)18:46 No. 21037 ID: a3580c

You sound like you know a lot about touching lolis.

Anonymous 14/02/03(Mon)22:49 No. 21038 ID: ea16d8


Well, that's how it goes from grown women and teens... I figure it's the same for lolis

OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 14/02/06(Thu)07:13 No. 21049 ID: 61bc43

Time for critique. Are we enjoying the pace of the story so far? Do we want more sex, or more story with some sex thrown in? Are the characters and their behavior realistic, or unbelievable?

Tell me. What do you like, what do you dislike, and what do you want more of?

Anonymous 14/02/06(Thu)07:25 No. 21050 ID: 483038

More sex, but don't make it the main focus. I like the slowness your taking, and the intelligence behind it. I would like to see more intimacy. That's what I think at least.

Anonymous 14/02/06(Thu)09:57 No. 21053 ID: ed0b9f


All on par, as far as I'm concerned, in regards to character action and development. I feel like Sara is about as tentative and squeamish as a young girl would be, which is a fun perspective to have. I would definitely advocate speeding up the sexual interactions just a bit - not too much, don't completely break the pacing, but we're pretty unbelievably deep to have had so little progress sexually.

Oh, and it might be interesting to get a Sara POV chapter or two for shiggles, if you'd be interested in writing it.

Anonymous 14/02/06(Thu)11:23 No. 21054 ID: 0f9b46


Agreed somewhat with this poster, though i wouldn't say we need MORE sex scenes, it's just my opinion that more descriptive sex scenes are in order.

> Oh, and it might be interesting to get a Sara POV chapter or two for shiggles, if you'd be interested in writing it.

Please don't do this. First it would kind of break the whole feel of the story, since it has been told in first person for months now. Also i wouldn't want you to force yourself out of your comfortable writing zone for our sake. If you feel perfectly capable and willing to write a Sara POV update that's great, more content, but i'm personally against it.

Really OP your writing is fantastic, a couple little errors here in there but i'm really not finding any fault in your writing. If you continue doing what you have been doing, you will make many penises happy.... and sore.

Anonymous 14/02/07(Fri)00:30 No. 21062 ID: e2448e

Another author's note, but with some apocalyptic wasteland sex included. For the story, plot before sex would be appreciated.

Anonymous 14/02/08(Sat)03:03 No. 21075 ID: f5b1c2

What about reading her diary entries?

Anonymous 14/02/08(Sat)09:12 No. 21078 ID: e4bde3

Dear diary, today I sucked a dick!

Anonymous 14/02/08(Sat)15:22 No. 21079 ID: 92664c

The first person bit is what gives it so much of the nice tension. Telling it from Sara's
viewpoint would be like playing minesweeper with all the mines visible.

OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 14/02/09(Sun)00:25 No. 21081 ID: 61bc43

Yeah, we're not getting any chapters from Sara's perspective, sorry.

Anything else?

Anonymous 14/02/09(Sun)02:16 No. 21082 ID: 011f36


Since they are boyfriend-girlfriend now, maybe some activities like going shopping for clothes, to the cinema, to a drive-in theater, to the restaurant, etc.

Add in a pinch of romance and sex.

Anonymous 14/02/09(Sun)02:17 No. 21083 ID: e4bde3

We love your writing, that is all.

Anonymous 14/02/09(Sun)02:17 No. 21084 ID: e4bde3

We love your writing, that is all.

Anonymous 14/02/09(Sun)06:23 No. 21085 ID: 92664c

You should have them deal with how some of the girls at Sara's school have 'boyfriends' and how shallow and fragile those relationships are and what this means in light of their own.

Anonymous 14/02/10(Mon)15:42 No. 21094 ID: dc720b

Pretty good idea this. Might she also get jealous easily since the relationship is a secret?

Whatever happens keep us guessing.

Anonymous 14/02/11(Tue)08:46 No. 21102 ID: ce190f


yeah no, this sounds pretty lame. OP, just keep doing your thing, a bit more of story would be great

Uncle+Rick 14/02/11(Tue)16:04 No. 21103 ID: a77b98


Couldn't agree more man. Those suggestions sound downright awful.

Anonymous 14/02/12(Wed)07:08 No. 21108 ID: 011f36

Sara has to leave for [enter reason] for a couple of days and she asks the protagonist not to masturbate during that time. She wants him to wait for her since they are now boyfriend-girlfriend. She makes him promise. He does. He has a hard time but he successfully manages to not fap.

When she finally comes back, Bill is the one who leaves for 2 days for [enter reason]. The protagonist surprises Sara with the fact that he made a reservation to a fancy restaurant and has a romantic evening planned. She is really happy but then looks a bit worried because she doesn't have a nice dress to wear.

He decides to go shopping with Sara in the afternoon before going to the restaurant. After picking a couple of dresses, she goes to the changing room and he manages to enter her cabin unseen. They make-out. She goes on her knees and starts sucking and gets a good taste of his precum. He is too scared to get caught so he stops before orgasm and leaves the cabin unseen. She picks a very nice dress although it's pricy. He still decides to buy her the dress as a Valentine's present.

When they were leaving the mall, they pass an underwear boutique. She tells him that she wants some.

Afterward, they go back to the apartment and prepare to go to the restaurant. They both take a shower (not together). He shaves his balls and wears a tie. She puts some makeup on, wears the new underwear and the dress. She looks stunning. It really turns on the protagonist.

They drive to the restaurant. They are seated in a secluded area where almost no one can see them. They eat [food] and he drinks wine. They have a nice, almost adult, conversation. They manage to touch themselves a bit under the table.

After the meal, they go see a movie at a drive-in theater. They cuddle. During a sex scene they start making out. She sucks him again and gets another good taste of his precum. They don't go further and he doesn't have an orgasm because they are afraid of getting caught.

They drive home. He brings her in his arms to his room where he lights candles and puts music on. They slowly get undress while making out. He ends up on his back on the bed and she realizes that he doesn't get erect even if she jerks him. He tells her that it might be because of the alcohol, but that there are special ways to make it go hard. He tells her that balls are a very sensitive part of a man, even more so than the penis. She starts massaging his balls with her hand. She procedes to kiss them, then lick them, then suck each of them. Finally, she manages to take his whole ballsack in her mouth and starts sucking and licking with her gentle tougue. During this time he massages her clitoris. He his now fully erect and has precum coming out. She tastes it and alternates between sucking his balls licking his precum.

He then returns the favor and eats her out.

She then gets on all fours. He gets behind her and slides his dick between her ass cheeks. His precum is oozing out and makes it slippery. He then puts his dick between her labia and slides it there without penetration. His precum mixes with some of her juices. She reaches between her legs and holds his dick firmly against her slit. Some precum oozes out and she periodically licks her fingers. He tells her to grab, caress and fondle his balls to get more out. She does and tries to not miss a drop.

Meanwhile, he places his hand on her butt and his thumb on her asshole. He massages her asshole and enters slightly. Her moans are quite audible now.

When he can't hold back any longer, he grabs her head and pulls her closer. She understands whats happening and quickly wraps her lips around his penis. He shoots a lot of cum in her mouth and she manages to swallow every drop. She looks up at him with a grin and licks her lips: she is very happy he kept his promise.

She says: « I love you ».

He says: « I love you too ».

Anonymous 14/02/12(Wed)08:06 No. 21109 ID: 33e388

this is terrible and shares nothing in common with the rest of the story, as well as not making sense (you don't take a 11-12 year old girl out to dinner). At least you tried. Wait for OP next time.

Anonymous 14/02/12(Wed)10:33 No. 21111 ID: ed0b9f


I beg to differ about the dinner comment, assuming you are a hitman named Leon.

Anonymous 14/02/12(Wed)12:23 No. 21114 ID: 92aed4

fuck off

Anonymous 14/02/12(Wed)18:35 No. 21118 ID: dc720b

No need to be rude fellas. Just a "I don't like the idea" is fine.

Anonymous 14/02/12(Wed)20:02 No. 21119 ID: e4bde3

I thought that Op actually posted. way to dash my hopes and dreams.

The idea itself, I am not crazy about, but suggestions never hurt.

Anonymous 14/02/13(Thu)15:04 No. 21134 ID: 819a2e

It seems very unlikely and unrealistic for this to happen and it sounds like the opposite of what OP would write.

Anonymous 14/02/16(Sun)15:40 No. 21154 ID: b1ad64

This is a very bad idea

Anonymous 14/02/16(Sun)18:53 No. 21158 ID: e4bde3

Play nice children, just a thought after all. although I do really like anal fingering, but that's just me.

Waxing Carnauba 14/02/17(Mon)20:44 No. 21162 ID: a5aeaf

He wakes up the next morning to find her gingerly stroking his penis. Not even stroking--more like studying; she would lift it turn it, blow on the underside to watch it twitch.

Needless to say, that was somewhat arousing. And by "Somewhat" I mean "So horny that it felt as though, were I to jizz, it would punch through the heavens with enough force to knock out God.

"Morning," he mutters, his voice half-way between a groan of sleep and a grunt of ecstacy.

"Morning, sleepyhead," she says. "I was just..." she blushed before finishing, "studying."

"I see," our humble narrator says as his wits creep back to him. "Wait... your brother--"

"Don't worry about him," she says. "He's not going to disturb us this morning."

Our narrator shutters as warm the breath of her words passes over the slick of precum that covered the purple head of his dick.

"I like this thing," she muses, wrapping a hand around the shaft to listlessly stroke. "Like--a lot."

Our narrator laughs in spite of himself. "I'm quite fond of it, too."

Her eyes lit up when she heard his words. "Seriously?"

Our narrator's laughter trailed off, but his smile remained. "Well, without it, we couldn't do what we do. And I *love* what we do."

She beamed as she popped to her feet, grabbing the hem of her cotton nightie and tearing it over her head with a flourish.

Our humble narrator's smile made the subtle shift to 'shit-eating grin' as he watched the milky white skin of her neck, the curve of her collar bone, the small soft promise of a developing bustline, her slender midriff, her hips showing just a fleck of womanhood, her penis, her legs that were sinewy from her time playing--

wait, wat

Shit-eating becomes nervous as our humble narrator slides his hips back, sitting his body as upright as his penis. "Wait--that's..."

If she picked up on his sudden concern, she didn't show it. "Isn't it awesome?"

"How is that--"

"You like it?"

He glances towards the door. "Uhh.. Bill?"

"I told you, he won't distrub us. Where do you think I found it?"

Our narrator can't help but look back at the protrusion. It looked a little under-developed for her young body--though, by his personality, it should hardly surprise me that my roommate had the dick of an eight-year-old.

"How is this even possible," he stammers.

"How *isn't* this possible?"

"Can I have you back to the way you were?"

She pouted a little. "How could you not like dicks?"

He sputters and stammers for a response, but all he can come up with is, "Adam and Eve, not Adam and Dicks".

Just then, a white light shone upon him, and lo, he heard the voice of God, and through the Word our narrator saw the truth of it. And on the sixth day, God created man, and of his rib God created Eve. And around man and woman he did create dicks. And upon Eve's womanhood God did add a dick. And the dicks were plentiful, and the Dicks were righteous. And God said unto Man, "Lo, I have granted you the gift of Dicks."

The flash gone, our humble narrator realized the folly of his ways. He was blessed, having taught this young woman the divine way of the dick, and the Lord of dicks had blessed her. And he could feel himself be blessed as well, much as Bill was cursed as The Ungrateful, and cast out of Dick Paradise, his dick having been removed.

Our narrator's bewildered gaze returned to where his forbidden lover stood, only to see her body take a transformation much unlike puberty. Her frame widened, her arms melding into the flesh that spun around her torso like a cocoon. It wasn't until the cocoon wound around her neck that he realized what was happening: Her body was becoming a shaft of flesh, and her head was being wrapped in a helmet of flesh.

The narrator muttered--"I don't get it. How are you--"

The giant penis angles slightly downward, somehow kept upright by forces unseen (and by forces, I most likely mean a pair of balls that our narrator couldn't see because of the bed, but it's best not to give it too much thought).

The head of the giant penis levelled itself out at his eye level, its urethral hole drooling a viscous strand of pre-cum. "No, Frank--you *are* the penis."

And then he was a zombie.

The End.

Moral of the story: lol butts

This story made extra realistic for >>21134

Anonymous 14/02/18(Tue)03:27 No. 21164 ID: ce190f

I just read "and then he was a zombie"

Anonymous 14/02/18(Tue)05:40 No. 21165 ID: 84d10c

The creepy kid(girl)next door has been watching them and gets in the house one day and while they're going at it she joins in with some S&M.

Anonymous 14/02/19(Wed)10:59 No. 21172 ID: f5b1c2

Hmm, that name seems familiar. Can't quite remember where from, though...

Anonymous 14/02/19(Wed)17:32 No. 21176 ID: 4b7eea

We be needing regular updates up in this bitch yo

Anonymous 14/02/20(Thu)07:38 No. 21184 ID: ce190f

a-am I the only one who wants the MC to penetrate Sara?

Anonymous 14/02/20(Thu)19:09 No. 21190 ID: 9d327e


Seems unlikely, personally I just want her to have an orgasm for once

Anonymous 14/02/21(Fri)02:24 No. 21197 ID: ce190f

she already had one

Anonymous 14/02/21(Fri)13:03 No. 21203 ID: dc720b

Yes, now shut up.

Where the beans at? Cowboy!6UZGZTHCak 14/02/21(Fri)19:36 No. 21206 ID: 9a7d6b

Sweet story. Keep at it. And enough stupidness. Let the man write.

OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 14/02/22(Sat)08:18 No. 21212 ID: 61bc43

Story is on vacation and so am I. Creative juices aren't flowing, very upset about some things going on in my life right now, definitely not in the writing mood.

I am not abandoning the story, just putting it on hiatus again. When I finally feel like writing again, you'll be rewarded for your patience. In the meantime...

Meh. :-/

Anonymous 14/02/22(Sat)18:38 No. 21217 ID: a3580c

Okay, thanks for the work so far.

Just promise us that you'll write a part before 2015, please.

Anonymous 14/02/22(Sat)19:36 No. 21218 ID: e4bde3

Alright children, leave the man alone now. Do your thing OP!!.

i got the corn bread. You got the honey? Cowboy!6UZGZTHCak 14/02/22(Sat)20:29 No. 21219 ID: 9a7d6b

Nice. Nothing wrong with a vacation. Enjoy yourself, have fun being the creepy guy at the pool ;) And drink some alcohol for me.

wheres the dog with a bone grin emoticon?...

Anonymous 14/02/23(Sun)01:00 No. 21224 ID: ce190f


that's okay, OP, nuclear winter can be rough some times

Anonymous 14/02/23(Sun)07:37 No. 21225 ID: db03c2

Nice 21212 OP.
Good luck with what it is that ails you, regardless of bitching we can be patient. Take your time and work out the kinks in your life so you can spend time working on the kinks in ours ;0

Anonymous 14/03/02(Sun)00:37 No. 21266 ID: 313289

Not going to let this thread go on the 2nd page. bump.

Anonymous 14/03/02(Sun)13:46 No. 21270 ID: 72a160

I hope OP delivers soon

Anonymous 14/03/02(Sun)23:09 No. 21274 ID: 519c25

Love u op

Anonymous 14/03/04(Tue)07:56 No. 21290 ID: 72a160


Anonymous 14/03/04(Tue)16:37 No. 21294 ID: 32196b

Is it in OP to hold off on posting just to see how many months this can stay on the front page without any new substantial content?

Patience 14/03/08(Sat)08:49 No. 21325 ID: 9146bd

Sara won't be a loli anymore by the time another chapter comes along at this rate. ;)

Anonymous 14/03/09(Sun)15:41 No. 21329 ID: a3580c


OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 14/03/11(Tue)02:55 No. 21334 ID: 61bc43

Don't get too excited, but I may be finding motivation to write again soon.

Walter 14/03/11(Tue)05:22 No. 21335 ID: abafdb

I just want to say that my heart skips a beat everytime I see this story at the top of page 1. Thank you, Anonymous.

Anonymous 14/03/11(Tue)20:42 No. 21341 ID: ee7da7


Anonymous 14/03/14(Fri)05:50 No. 21361 ID: db1e71


Please. Moar... @_@

Anonymous 14/03/16(Sun)05:15 No. 21371 ID: b73118

Awesome story, definitely gonna fave this link.

I just have to wonder though...who's playing who?

Our Hero, corrupting an innocent little girl from under his roommates/her brothers nose?

Our Heroine, who is far more intelligent than most 11 year olds, may have lost her cherry (why she refused to let him stuck his finger in), and is acting the role of innocent seductress?

Or our Hapless Fop, who seems far TOO unconcerned about his loli sister hanging out with an adult and actually laughs about them catching each other naked?

Such an intriguing story, I cannot wait for more!

Anonymous 14/03/16(Sun)10:04 No. 21374 ID: 142660

My penis loves you so fucking much OP, never before I had ever fapped this hard to erotic literature holy shit.
Godspeed you, you're a pretty cool guy.

Anonymous 14/03/20(Thu)18:06 No. 21390 ID: 3f1486

any day now

Anonymous 14/03/22(Sat)23:49 No. 21404 ID: 582562


Anonymous 14/03/24(Mon)07:49 No. 21418 ID: d73304

okay, something needs to be explained here. "Cherry" refers the the hymen, which is NOT suppose to break. It's suppose to stretch. Tearing of the hymen happens when the female is not aroused.
Another issue with the culture around the hymen, it can grow back. As it should, because again, it's not suppose to tear, it's suppose to stretch.
With insufficient arousal, it could have also been torn by masturbation, use of tampons (okay, at her age, no) or just plain exploration, humans are curious, I'm sure if you had a pleasure hole in your body you would interested in exploring it.

So stop glorifying "popping her cherry", as that just means that you did bother to make sure she was aroused, and by extension it means that your horrible at fucking

Anonymous 14/03/24(Mon)08:41 No. 21420 ID: cb70fd


Um... No. Don't spread misinformation, especially wrong information about vaginas on a porn site.
For a TLDR, the hymen has a hole in it, and by puberty it is very thin and delicate. It is not at all common for it to be elastic, and arousal does not influence it's elasticity. It will not grow back, they have a surgery for this. In most circumstances, the hymen MUST be torn for successful sexual intercourse.

Anonymous 14/03/25(Tue)15:25 No. 21427 ID: a3580c

u wot m8

Anonymous 14/03/25(Tue)19:03 No. 21428 ID: 3f1486

u wot m8

Anonymous 14/03/25(Tue)20:34 No. 21429 ID: 92664c

Are you trying to be so retarded that you sap the desire to masturbate out of anyone who looks at your posts? Because you're shockingly close to that goal.

Anonymous 14/03/27(Thu)10:32 No. 21439 ID: e9ee54

Its nearly on par with the "girls who have a lot of sex have large labia" virginal fantasies. But this is what happens when you let idiots change Sex Ed to only consist of "don't have sex."

Anonymous 14/03/31(Mon)00:53 No. 21457 ID: db1e71

Gotta keep this on the front page in hopes of OP coming back.

Anonymous 14/04/01(Tue)06:41 No. 21466 ID: b73118

I think you may also need to learn what a euphemism is, Starbuck.

OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 14/04/03(Thu)03:33 No. 21474 ID: 61bc43

I'm working on the next chapter now.

Anonymous 14/04/03(Thu)06:07 No. 21475 ID: 142660

Welp time to get hype.

Anonymous 14/04/04(Fri)21:46 No. 21488 ID: 02feac


thank you OP, I love you

Anonymous 14/04/05(Sat)13:51 No. 21491 ID: d94425

What about in here, anyone know where to find the story 'A start'? By Infinity.

And I ask in here because I'm hoping one of the many readers might have it.

Anonymous 14/04/06(Sun)19:12 No. 21496 ID: a3580c

>A start

Don't have the story, just sounds like it might be a bit hard to find the start of infinity.

OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 14/04/07(Mon)04:52 No. 21499 ID: 61bc43


Eh, just pick a random spot on a mobius strip and start from there.

Nearly done with the next chapter, just need to write the last bit, then go back and polish before posting.

Anonymous 14/04/10(Thu)02:12 No. 21520 ID: 58cb7f

why is this shit not on front page

Anonymous 14/04/10(Thu)06:10 No. 21524 ID: e588a9

Because OP hasn't updated it in months and other stories are getting updated so they push him off the top. Learn your fucking chan etiquette before you start bumping threads that don't have a purpose currently. If you comment something that doesn't contribute to the conversation, you sage.

Anonymous 14/04/10(Thu)23:12 No. 21530 ID: db1e71

I'd say there are enough fans to keep this thing bumped.

Anonymous 14/04/11(Fri)13:26 No. 21533 ID: 2a0004


OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 14/04/13(Sun)01:40 No. 21538 ID: 61bc43

Day 5,437. I continue to wander the wastelands and lament to myself that the apocalypse has a discouraging lack of lolis.

I'm gonna break this chapter into two parts, simply because I enjoy tormenting you with cliff hangers.


Thursday came and when I got back from class I was tingling all over in anticipation. I knew what I was doing was wrong, but I was past the point of no return now. I did some exercises to work off my nervous energy, took a cold shower, and waited in my room clad only in my boxers.

Then I spent the next couple hours screwing around on 4chan and Cracked, got sucked into tvtropes yet again, and finally emerged for air. I walked into the kitchen to grab a glass of orange juice and as I was pouring it, I heard the door unlock and looked up just in time for Sara to walk in.

"Hey, kiddo! How was school?"

"Ok, I guess. My classmates suck and the teacher's boring. I'm gonna toss my stuff in my room."


I chugged my juice, set the glass in the sink without bothering to rinse it, and went into my room and shut the door. My heart was racing and my fingers were tingling again.

Oh, man. Oh man! I was excited, but nervous at the same time. Not about getting caught, we still had a couple hours before Bill was due back, I was nervous that she wouldn't want to do anything naughty with me. I'd already decided to proceed at her own pace and let her come to me, and I was worried she wouldn't want to.

There was a quiet knock on the door.

"It's open!"

Sara came in, grinning, and shut the door behind her. She was wearing only her t-shirt and panties. The ones with the condemning cartoon frogs on them.

Seems I had nothing to worry about after all; she was ready and willing.

She was nervous too, apparently, because she blushed shyly and asked, "Um, did... did you wanna... um..."

I chuckled, tousled her hair while she squawked indignantly, and slid my boxers off. She grinned and quickly pulled off her shirt and panties, standing before me stark naked.

Wow, she was beautiful. Pale skin as smooth and pure as a Renaissance sculpture, swollen pink buds where her breasts would someday be, the smooth cleft of Venus with just the tip of her hood peeking out and the freckle on her left lip... Every time I looked at her, I just wanted to stare forever. I met her gorgeous blue eyes and smiled back at her, then sat on the edge of the bed.

She crouched down in front of me, took my penis into her hand without asking, and began gently stroking, trying to get me hard.

As odd as it sounds, while this was going on, I asked her for more details about her day at school, which she seemed reluctant to provide, and it eventually came out that she had done poorly on a math quiz. Math was never my strong suit, but I offered to help her study and she grinned again and said I was the best friend she'd ever had as she stroked my erect cock.

Somewhere in hell, I have a reservation, probably engraved in stone and waxing poetic about how I willfully corrupted a young girl. At the moment, I didn't care. I had a beautiful, friendly, and eager 11 year old jerking me off.

"You wanna try what we did last time?"

She made a face and blew a raspberry, but after some hesitation she agreed to give me a blowjob again. She seemed reluctant, but I could tell that she did want to try it again.

This time, it was all up to her. I was letting her do things on her own. After a little more waffling, she finally took the head of my penis into her mouth.

"OUCH! Hey, watch the teeth!"

"Sorry! Sorry! I'm so sorry!"

"It's ok, kiddo, you just grazed me. But be careful, it's sensitive, remember?"

She nodded frantically, seemed a little afraid to try again, but eventually put me back in her mouth. I had to guide her at this point, but soon she was slowly bobbing her head up and down on my cock and I was in paradise.

I put one hand on her head and gently stroked her hair as she sucked amateurishly (I wasn't going to complain, since I was just as inexperienced, she was the only one willing to blow me, and it felt fantastic anyway.) and whispered gentle encouragement.

"You're doing good, baby girl. That feels great. Wanna go a little faster now? There you go. That's it. You're doing a good job!"

Ah, there we go! After only a few minutes, I felt that familiar tension in my balls, the tingling in my lower spine...

"Ok sweetie, get ready. Try not to spill it, ok?"

She started to nod, decided that was a bad idea, and just rested her hands on my thighs. I held her head in my hand in case she tried to pull away, but she never moved.

I finished the job by jerking myself with my free hand and within seconds I was in ecstasy, wave after wave of pure paradise accompanying each spurt of semen into Sara's mouth. I finally finished ejaculating and took my hand off her head and she pulled back slowly, my dick flopping out from between her lips. Her cheeks were bulged comically and she seemed unsure what to do next. A little of my jizz was on her lips and dribbling down to her chin.

"Let me see. Open your mouth."

She complied and I decided that the one thing that turned me on more than anything I'd ever seen was a cute 11 year old girl on her knees, naked, with her mouth full of my semen. I nearly achieved another erection just from the sight of it.

"Ok. Go ahead and swallow."

She closed her mouth and swallowed noisily, then made a 'bleagh' sound and wiped her face with the back of her hand.

"Do you not like how it tastes?"

She shook her head and climbed up onto the bed with me.

"No, it doesn't taste bad, it's just... weird. You know?"

She pulled her knees up to her bare chest and brushed her hair out of her face as she looked up at me. I put an arm around her and pulled her to me in a hug.

"Nope, can't say that I do know. I've never tried the stuff myself."

I grinned and she giggled, then we both laid back on the bed together, side by side.

I placed my hand on her smooth, pale belly and gently stroked up and down.

"So you really like doing this sort of thing?"

She nodded, hugging my other arm.

"Think you're ready for a turn now?"

In answer, she spread her legs and I obligingly slid my hand down there.

Anonymous 14/04/13(Sun)02:17 No. 21539 ID: 4f4e8b

Enjoyable, can't wait for part II. Such a tease, splitting it in half like that...

Anonymous 14/04/14(Mon)08:13 No. 21544 ID: 02feac


why OP, why did you split it in two parts!?

Anonymous 14/04/14(Mon)09:18 No. 21545 ID: 8b52ee

You are the most magnificent bastard, I need more!

Anonymous 14/04/16(Wed)08:17 No. 21554 ID: 142660

I don't want to sound like a jerk, but am I the only one getting tired of the "I'm going to hell for this" joke?

OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 14/04/17(Thu)07:07 No. 21562 ID: 61bc43


I believe I already explained why. :-p

Anonymous 14/04/17(Thu)17:35 No. 21566 ID: 47a00e

It's getting kind of stale, yeah.

Anonymous 14/04/19(Sat)09:23 No. 21574 ID: db1e71


I know why you're doing it, but it was kinda short. Not really long enough to fap to. While I can appreciate building suspense, I'm sad panda for waiting longer for part two of this post. :(

Please, make my weiner happy.

Anonymous 14/04/19(Sat)20:56 No. 21576 ID: 3551e9

Yeah, feels like it's getting a bit stale. I understand the slow pace and the build up, but this felt like filler. Not a lot of originality, basically a repeat of an earlier chapter in an effort to segway into what I assume will finally be the reciprocation to her. While it's not bad, it's definitely not on par with the rest of the story thus far. And while I understand it was meant to be a "teaser" it came off more as a disappointment. For it to have been a true teaser, I feel like more efforts should have been out in.

Anonymous 14/04/19(Sat)23:16 No. 21578 ID: 770442

Well, you can't really know that. We have no idea what is in store. Granted, she will more then likely go a little further this time, we have no idea just HOW far that is. Not to mention the whole drops leading to a flood thing that was mentioned earlier in the story. That's just my opinion though, I'm not trying to call anyone an asshole. In any case, I have no problems with the writing, I think it's great OP!!.

Anonymous 14/04/21(Mon)23:13 No. 21588 ID: db1e71

I keep checking back here every day for part two....

Anonymous 14/04/22(Tue)06:00 No. 21590 ID: 02feac


Anonymous 14/04/22(Tue)08:47 No. 21591 ID: 1904bf


Anonymous 14/04/22(Tue)08:52 No. 21592 ID: 7ab636

What was the other story he said he was working on?

Anonymous 14/04/22(Tue)19:32 No. 21593 ID: a3580c

Thanks, OP. Don't be discouraged by some of the criticism here, you should focus on whatever is happening in your life. An untroubled OP is a good OP.

Also, don't die. Please.

not+op 14/04/24(Thu)09:28 No. 21600 ID: 23fc02


Anonymous 14/04/25(Fri)03:56 No. 21607 ID: 770442

You know what I just realized. This fucker hasn't even KISSED her yet! (on the lips of course.)

Anonymous 14/04/28(Mon)06:23 No. 21636 ID: db1e71


So does he have the next part ready and just isn't posting, or... what?

Anonymous 14/04/28(Mon)07:55 No. 21638 ID: c122cf

That sums up the situation nicely.

Anonymous 14/04/28(Mon)18:07 No. 21642 ID: e43357

In other words: Yes.

Anonymous 14/04/28(Mon)20:00 No. 21643 ID: 770442

Honesty, who WOULDN'T get a kick out of making their fans wait? NO ONE, that's who. That is the way that writers work, have worked, and always WILL work.

There was no offence Anonymous 14/04/29(Tue)02:47 No. 21646 ID: 3551e9

I wasn't saying that the story isn't good. I was just offering constructive criticism. Believe it or not that is what makes a good writer. He has had tons of positive feedback and with that he has continued on using things that we have all express positive feedback to. While negative feedback may not be as easy to hear, it is equally as important. Maybe I represent the minority, or maybe there are others that agree. Maybe even OP to some extent and with that information goes in to produce an amazing next chapter.

Anonymous 14/04/30(Wed)08:09 No. 21651 ID: fd2c20

I've been a vocal supporter of this story since the first chapter, and I'm with this guy.

Anonymous 14/05/01(Thu)06:47 No. 21668 ID: db1e71

I don't think there is any harm in giving constructive criticism. Anyone who is ready to show other people their work needs to be ready to hear ways that they can improve. My big issue is that I'd like so see more, because the last section was very, very short. It's good stuff, but it was barely enough to fap to.

OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 14/05/04(Sun)10:47 No. 21678 ID: 61bc43

Sorry, having to rewrite the second half of this chapter because of how terrible it turned out.

Also, not very motivated to do much of anything lately.

Anonymous 14/05/04(Sun)11:16 No. 21679 ID: 53b0af

op pls

Anonymous 14/05/05(Mon)04:17 No. 21688 ID: b2dfb2


we all understand nuclear winter is rough, OP, but you're busting our balls here

Anonymous 14/05/05(Mon)18:30 No. 21690 ID: 770442

Technically, we are bustin HIS balls about not writing.

Anonymous 14/05/06(Tue)06:05 No. 21699 ID: 0b6a74

anyday now

Anonymous 14/05/08(Thu)05:43 No. 21702 ID: db1e71

Give him some time. He was at least nice enough to post here, and tell us that he's working on a revision.

Personally, I'm happy for that. I felt the last part of the story was a bit too short, and felt slightly rushed, (despite the wait). I think that this is a pivotal point in the story, and it deserves the attention that the author is willing to put in it.

Don't get me wrong, I'm just as eager to read the next post as everyone else. But I think we should be a little more supportive.

Anonymous 14/05/09(Fri)21:25 No. 21710 ID: a3580c

Yeah, op, don't die.

Anonymous 14/05/16(Fri)09:49 No. 21777 ID: 99e77b

Back to the front

Anonymous 14/05/20(Tue)02:25 No. 21797 ID: db1e71

A bump, for great justice!

Anonymous 14/05/20(Tue)06:28 No. 21800 ID: 5a335c

OP is a kill.

Ded thread.

Anonymous 14/05/21(Wed)07:20 No. 21805 ID: 242540


Anonymous 14/05/23(Fri)04:44 No. 21814 ID: 0b6a74

anyday now

Anonymous 14/05/25(Sun)19:32 No. 21826 ID: a64d97

MUH duck

Anonymous 14/05/26(Mon)00:36 No. 21830 ID: 3348ce

I'm starting to think OP is dead...

Anonymous 14/06/01(Sun)21:00 No. 21865 ID: 9133a5

I have faith in OP

OP!!N5AGt2ZzMv 14/06/02(Mon)00:15 No. 21866 ID: 763f61

OP is not dead; yet.

Day 15,874. The wasteland has come alive with the undead and mutants, with no lolis at my disposal I am finding myself outmatched.

Anonymous 14/06/02(Mon)06:49 No. 21870 ID: 389b7c

You've been in the wasteland 43 years and almost 6 months. When's the next chapter going to be up?

Anonymous 14/06/04(Wed)16:38 No. 21888 ID: d8c23c

Half tempted to take this one up myself.

Anonymous 14/06/05(Thu)02:32 No. 21899 ID: 3b90b2

lol, the author still writes. gtfo

Anonymous 14/06/13(Fri)07:35 No. 21935 ID: 3551e9

Naw, the author says he writes. Until he drops the next chapter, it's just an assumption. So yeah, take it and run with it. Something is better than nothing. Even if it isn't on par with what is written so far. The sad truth is that this thread is likely to dry up and die before OP ever finishes, so someone take it and do it justice. OP had his chance.

Anonymous 14/06/14(Sat)01:31 No. 21937 ID: 584c50


yeah, how about no? go fuck yourself

Anonymous 14/06/14(Sat)04:16 No. 21938 ID: 03cb57

How about "the author is a lazy fuckstick who can't sit his ass down and write and if someone else comes along and takes over at least it's something rather than the stream of nothing we've had for two fucking months"

FapArtist 14/06/14(Sat)07:09 No. 21939 ID: def92b

It's not gonna be the same. Just be patient. There are other stories to read in the meantime. Most stories that are 'taken over' lose their appeal in one chapter and ruin the original author's intention. Besides, other stories have waited longer for an update than this and they were brought back. Give him more time.

Anonymous 14/06/15(Sun)06:22 No. 21944 ID: cd59d4


How about the author doesn't owe anybody in this thread anything whatsoever? If you're so impatient in seeing this story finished, stop whining and finish it yourself. Otherwise stop whining.

Anonymous 14/06/15(Sun)06:24 No. 21945 ID: 3551e9

Ha ha ha, go fuck myself. Nope, instead I think I will just fuck you over with mundane, unimaginitive bullshit chapters. Flooding this thread with paragraph after paragraph forcing you to search for an OP post (if there should ever be one). All the while taking the shine and glimmer off the thread. In the end killing it , even if OP decides he wants to back, it will be a bastardized notion of it's former self. Cheer!


Anonymous 14/06/15(Sun)12:40 No. 21946 ID: 5d83f9

Just make a new thread called "Unofficial Roommates continuation". People who don't like it can hide it.

Problem solved, shut up now everybody.

Anonymous 14/06/15(Sun)18:29 No. 21948 ID: 0b6a74

anyday now

FapArtist 14/06/15(Sun)22:45 No. 21951 ID: 0f8bc3

Thank the Mods. At least I know where to find justice when I lose faith in people.

Anonymous 14/06/16(Mon)00:23 No. 21952 ID: 3b90b2

thx based mods

Anonymous 14/06/20(Fri)06:14 No. 21970 ID: 9fd531

I think OP got stabbed by his ex-girlfriend again but this time OP done dead

TallThinker!9N4nUN7jEY 14/06/27(Fri)06:54 No. 21989 ID: 833a89

Maybe he actually got stuck in a post-apocalyptic world this time...

Off in the distance there appears an odd grouping of clouds. No, smoke, alternating in large and small groupings...

"Send new router."

Anonymous 14/06/28(Sat)07:48 No. 21993 ID: 5cf2e6

maybe OP can give us a sign that he's still alive?

Anonymous 14/06/30(Mon)14:45 No. 22009 ID: b07e95

come my son

Anonymous 14/07/01(Tue)20:05 No. 22015 ID: a3580c

op is kill

not op 14/07/01(Tue)20:29 No. 22016 ID: 23fc02

Hey, OP. It's my birthday tomorrow. You should totally give us some kind of update on how you're doing. The best birthday present will be knowing that you are still alive in this barren, post-apocalyptic wasteland.

Anonymous 14/07/02(Wed)11:34 No. 22021 ID: 32530c


Anonymous 14/07/03(Thu)04:51 No. 22026 ID: 9fd531

OP diddly done dead

Anonymous 14/07/04(Fri)17:18 No. 22034 ID: b341ba

Shhh, be calm.
The OP will post when the time is right.
Notice that this thread has been running for almost two years without being abandoned?
Wait, re-read and browse other places.
The posts will keep comeing.

OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 14/07/07(Mon)01:39 No. 22046 ID: daa263


I'm alive. I just haven't had any motivation or inspiration to write lately. Way I see it, if I force myself to write when I'm not feeling it, I write shit. So I'm gonna wait until the creative juices are flowing again.

Anonymous 14/07/07(Mon)08:04 No. 22047 ID: 63a860


just knowing that you're alive is enough :)

Anonymous 14/07/08(Tue)08:46 No. 22049 ID: 9fd531


Anonymous 14/07/18(Fri)09:55 No. 22089 ID: 800849

Remember: Our antagonist never finds 7chan.

Does that imply something, or are we just over-analytic bitches?

OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 14/07/20(Sun)19:42 No. 22096 ID: 2eb9c2


Probably won't be too terribly long until the next bit is out; I'm feeling the creative juices stir again, but it's not quite there yet.

Way I see it, I can either agonize you guys by making you wait for long stretches for a good chapter, or I can force myself to write when I'm not feeling it and give you guys hack shit. I'd rather go for quality over quantity/speed.

Anonymous 14/07/21(Mon)02:15 No. 22097 ID: ece67e

Thanks for thinking of us mate. I would vote for that choice any day.

Anonymous 14/07/21(Mon)05:00 No. 22099 ID: 770442

Second that.

Anonymous 14/07/23(Wed)07:25 No. 22113 ID: 9fd531

define terribly long

Anonymous 14/07/24(Thu)06:19 No. 22114 ID: a3754e

would deffo settle for hack shit tho. this aint the paris review of books

Anonymous 14/07/24(Thu)08:05 No. 22115 ID: 5a335c


Get a load of this pleb.

We have waited half a year soon, what is a week or a month more to us now? Quality is worth the wait.

Anonymous 14/07/27(Sun)20:59 No. 22125 ID: 03cb57

Dude, from one writer to another: you can't wait for inspiration to strike. It will never strike you if you're not already writing. Sit down and write. The disgusting perverts here are waiting with bated breath and throbbing erections for the rest of your story. Don't you want to give it to them?

Anonymous 14/08/01(Fri)05:45 No. 22156 ID: 82d707

back to the front with you!!!

Anonymous 14/08/04(Mon)10:18 No. 22180 ID: e5fe6e

Why? Let it fucking die if he isn't going to update it. Let other authors who are active use the front page.

Anonymous 14/08/05(Tue)06:06 No. 22182 ID: 9fd531

we can never let this thread die, this thread has become a part of everyone who followed OP and his shenanigans. If this thread dies, we all die a little.

OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 14/08/09(Sat)21:11 No. 22226 ID: 2eb9c2

*clears throat*


Anonymous 14/08/09(Sat)23:58 No. 22227 ID: e0042e


god bless your heart for what you're doing, man.

OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 14/08/10(Sun)20:46 No. 22233 ID: 2eb9c2

Ok, so my internet connection didn't let me do it yesterday. Hope this is good enough.


I slid my hand down to her crotch and gently stroked her smooth, soft labia. Giggling, she announced, "that tickles!" I blew a raspberry and she responded in kind as I continued to softly caress her labia.

After a little while, I ran one finger across the little hint of her hood peeking out from between her lips and it was like a jolt went through her. She gasped, then laughed, blushing, and I grinned at her and continued with the slow, gentle stroking.

After another minute or two, she started to relax, her body melting into mine, as I continued rubbing.

"Do you like this?"

"It feels good," she declared, holding my free hand in both of hers. I gently kissed her on the forehead, which was as far as I could reach while positioned like this, and told her to close her eyes. She complied, trusting me implicitly.

I had a little girl's unquestioning trust, and I was abusing it like this. Afterward, I could see the newspaper headlines about how I was the worst kind of criminal scum for 'corrupting the innocence of a child', but at the moment I didn't think about anything but... this. This one moment of paradise. I had a beautiful young girl who trusted me, liked me, thought I was cool, and she made me feel good. Now it was my turn to make her feel as good as she made me feel, and I intended to return the favor.

I gradually increased the speed of my stroking, watching her labia stretch, squish, and move as I rubbed them. I got closer and closer to the center until I was rubbing down her soft, moist slit, her hood between my fingers. I'm not entirely certain, but I think the way I was doing it was putting pressure on her clitoris without stimulating it directly. She was certainly responding positively.

Her face was flushed and her breathing was fast and shallow, eyes squeezed shut. A soft moan escaped her lips and I intensified my rubbing a little more. She arched her hips slightly, giving my hand better access to her holiest of holies, and I looked away from her face to... whoa.

Her crotch was pink, not pale white like marble. Could crotches blush? I was just starting to realize this meant she was actually aroused by what I was doing, when my middle finger made another pass through her slit and came out warm and... slimy.

It took a second for me to figure that out, and I did the dumbest thing possible at that moment.

I stopped stroking her crotch, looked at my hand, and announced in a surprised voice, "You're wet!"

Sara's eyes shot open, her legs snapped shut, and she practically levitated off the bed, running out of the room before I even realized what was happening. The door to her room slammed shut before I even got out of my bed.

I knocked on the door and asked if she was all right and got no response. After a few moments of awkwardly standing naked outside a little girl's bedroom, I went back into my room, retrieved her shirt and panties, and stuck them in the laundry hamper.

Then I got dressed and sat down on the couch wondering what the hell just happened and vaguely aware that I'd screwed up somehow.

Anonymous 14/08/11(Mon)07:58 No. 22237 ID: b65d1f


4 months later and we only get 500 words

But thanks for the update.

Did she think she peed? What a cutie.

Anonymous 14/08/11(Mon)09:00 No. 22238 ID: 18227d


I sincerely hope there's more and you're just teasing us

Anonymous 14/08/12(Tue)05:05 No. 22247 ID: 53b0af


op pls, enough is enough.

Anonymous 14/08/12(Tue)06:57 No. 22249 ID: b07e95

op i need another fix

Anonymous 14/08/12(Tue)14:51 No. 22251 ID: dd9a09


I don't really care about the length, so much as the "unexpected plot twist." To be honest, it felt a little forced, and it seems specifically manufactured to troll the audience. From a writing perspective, I don't think the main character would have naturally been so clumsy/dumb and ruin something like that with talking. He might have thought it, but I'm sure the pressure of not wanting to get caught and wanting everything to go well would have been more than enough.

But yeah, it was also way too short.

Random+Evername 14/08/13(Wed)07:55 No. 22254 ID: 0beccd


I think the conflict is easily understandable. She didn't really understand that she would get wet and was embarrassed when he mentioned it. She may even think that he thought she was peeing.

It doesn't seem to be the sort of thing that would sustain a lot of tension for very long. With Sara not providing the sexual tension she had earlier in the story, you'll need another source. The only other character in the story is her brother. He's set up perfectly, but some of those chapters may not be fun.

OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 14/08/14(Thu)05:15 No. 22274 ID: 6683c5


Dunno how forced it can be, given the foreshadowing from previous instances where she suddenly ran off while he was touching her. He just got surprised, blurted out the wrong thing, and she wigged out.

More will come, when and as I'm inspired to write. What with changing jobs, having to deal with health issues and going to court over my psycho ex, I've been really wrung out over the last couple months and need to recharge the batteries.

But I'm starting to feel the urge to write again...

Anonymous 14/08/14(Thu)06:27 No. 22276 ID: dd9a09


That's great. This is a good story, and it deserves to be written. I wouldn't take criticism too seriously though. I like the story, and while I was a little disappointed at the last chapter, (a little short, and yeah, I kind of wanted to see more happen than really did), I'm still thrilled to see where it goes! Keep it up! Fans are waiting!

Anonymous 14/08/15(Fri)15:12 No. 22286 ID: 726b8f


Anonymous 14/08/19(Tue)02:54 No. 22313 ID: c59fe2

Bump for more

Anonymous 14/08/21(Thu)23:11 No. 22326 ID: b07e95


Anonymous 14/08/29(Fri)00:04 No. 22353 ID: 10fceb

Just found this thread today, and oh my god. This is the best piece of elit I've ever read. OP, please keep doing what you're doing and don't listen to anyone else. I LOVE the slow pace and hints of romance. Will be checking this thread every day now. Also, as a self proclaimed artist I took the liberty to make a few sketches of the scenes from your story.

Anonymous 14/08/31(Sun)06:18 No. 22359 ID: 763f61

Well I just went to make a document for this story, and its almost 35k. Has anyone else made a document and is it online? Because if so you may want to link it.

Also OP if you ever make a asstr account LINK IT! I want to follow you, if I knew where you lived I would be following you IRL.

OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 14/09/01(Mon)01:30 No. 22362 ID: ca1d9d


My story has fan art?

Let's see it.

Anonymous 14/09/08(Mon)10:00 No. 22399 ID: e31fe1

I haven't posted yet, but I've been following for over a month. It's a great story, and there's so much promise, but just when things start to get good, we get a tease and then no posts for what feels like FOREVER. OP, we all love this story, but now it seems like we'll never get a next chapter, let alone a conclusion. We want you to finish, and I understand not feeling in the mood to write, but if you ever do, we're here waiting with heavily-baited breath, and heavily-breathed bating. Please finish, OP. We believe in you.

Anonymous 14/09/12(Fri)04:39 No. 22417 ID: 726b8f


Anonymous 14/09/14(Sun)07:21 No. 22425 ID: 411cdd

So... I've just used half a night to read the entire story so far, and I must say, that this is literary gold... The story and the characters are very in depth, and the progression is very binding! Can't wait to see an update for this! We believe in you OP!

Anonymous 14/09/18(Thu)15:54 No. 22458 ID: b07e95


Anonymous 14/09/22(Mon)20:54 No. 22480 ID: a3580c

So we have two types of people viewing this thread:
Those who just arrived on scene and are very enthusiastic;
And those who have given up hope and just generally lurks around the thread.

Anonymous 14/09/23(Tue)04:38 No. 22481 ID: f8eedd

and yet it feels like such a short time ago when I still had hope

not+op 14/09/23(Tue)08:36 No. 22482 ID: 23fc02

Get out of my head.

Anonymous 14/09/27(Sat)08:29 No. 22491 ID: 726b8f

Where is OP

Anonymous 14/09/27(Sat)19:00 No. 22492 ID: 10fceb

Will posting my art inspire OP to write more?

Anonymous 14/09/28(Sun)00:14 No. 22493 ID: 770442


Anonymous 14/09/28(Sun)03:55 No. 22494 ID: 879619

Do you, the artist, consider it mediocre or offputting? If not , then post it.

Anonymous 14/09/28(Sun)03:55 No. 22495 ID: 879619

Do you, the artist, consider it mediocre or offputting? If not , then post it.

Anonymous 14/10/05(Sun)18:42 No. 22533 ID: a3580c

Can you delete that double post, it's really bothering me every time I check in,

If he does delete it, then I look like an idiot.

Anonymous 14/10/06(Mon)07:58 No. 22534 ID: ef8a7b

Anonymous often looks like an idiot. Don't fret about it.

Anonymous 14/10/07(Tue)10:28 No. 22541 ID: 75e2e2

Can't post art in this. Tried.

Anonymous 14/10/07(Tue)13:17 No. 22542 ID: cd59d4


Try posting in /cake/ and putting a link here.

Anonymous 14/10/16(Thu)08:15 No. 22573 ID: 82d707

you must stay alive!!!!

Anonymous 14/10/17(Fri)12:49 No. 22579 ID: b9a090

Do this!

Anonymous 14/10/23(Thu)11:50 No. 22597 ID: 138a97

i need me some fish

not+op 14/10/29(Wed)08:09 No. 22644 ID: 23fc02

I need me some more delicious story.

OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 14/11/01(Sat)07:15 No. 22684 ID: ad02ce

"Whoo-hoo-hoo, look who knows so much! It just so happens that your friend here is only mostly dead. There's a big difference between mostly dead and all dead. Mostly dead is slightly alive." - Miracle Max, The Princess Bride

Anonymous 14/11/01(Sat)12:53 No. 22691 ID: a0e3a4


This a kiss book?

Anonymous 14/11/01(Sat)20:38 No. 22693 ID: d69bc8

woo-hoo, op confirmed alive. next part coming in the next 18-60 months

(I'm just joking, op. take your time, we're all looking forward to it. good to see you still alive — even if slightly — in the nuclear, loli-less wasteland.)

Anonymous 14/11/18(Tue)06:07 No. 22809 ID: 92b8d1

great to hear you're back in the grove op

Anonymous 14/11/18(Tue)06:08 No. 22810 ID: 92b8d1

I meant 'groove' of course

Anonymous 14/11/19(Wed)00:07 No. 22815 ID: 5b0f17

If only the wasteland had mutant lolis, you might think of ideas for writing.

Anonymous 14/11/26(Wed)10:01 No. 22871 ID: 726b8f

interesting OP

Anonymous 14/12/03(Wed)02:55 No. 22895 ID: 411cdd

Please make us a christmas gift, OP!

OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 14/12/07(Sun)01:02 No. 22912 ID: 07bd1b



Anonymous 14/12/07(Sun)02:22 No. 22913 ID: f4981f

Seriously OP, it's the romance that makes this story. Forget all the criticism and take it as slow as you want. I'm pretty sure we all ship these two at this point.

Anonymous 14/12/22(Mon)01:14 No. 23005 ID: 9e327f

just got here yesterday so i get to join the eagerly waiting for updates club.
great story OP. though i am looking at the dates between posts and now wishing this story was pretyped.

Anonymous 14/12/22(Mon)21:12 No. 23012 ID: b7a0ac

yeah, you're in for one hell of a wait, man. totally worth it, though.

Riot 14/12/23(Tue)15:19 No. 23017 ID: 4e892b

dammit.... i caught up.

OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 14/12/26(Fri)01:12 No. 23019 ID: 1507bb


So where's this fan art?

Anonymous 14/12/26(Fri)08:45 No. 23021 ID: 218037


I second this motion.

Anonymous 14/12/30(Tue)06:57 No. 23034 ID: 123e0e

Great writing skills OP. It's too bad that you aren't able to progress consistently, but I defitely get you.
Personaly I have the same problem with drawing. When inspired I can come up with great ideas and just draw, but when I can't picture the idea I just can't create anything. And like you, forcing it results in mediocre crap.
Anyway, keep working at it, this is great stuff you're putting out.

Anonymous 14/12/30(Tue)15:58 No. 23036 ID: f7197e

I don't know. Where's the rest of the story, you lazy cocksucker?

Anonymous 14/12/30(Tue)18:02 No. 23037 ID: af3787

In a post-apocalyptic limbo with OP, duh.

Anonymous 14/12/30(Tue)21:01 No. 23038 ID: 5621db

I keep waiting for OP to run into the organization that masterminded the apocalypse, and I am continually disappointed that he never does.

Anonymous 14/12/31(Wed)16:26 No. 23041 ID: 00b7a6

Just started reading your story OP and it took me about 7 hours to read it...not sure if its cause I suck at english/reading or the excitement(then running around the room, shouting and making odd noises, followed by masturbating) delayed me most of that time, tho i think its a little of both...so good job on keeping me awake, you have given me reason to not leave my computer, and for that, I thank-you.

FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, SOMEONE GET OP A LOLI!!! Maybe it will help inspire something...

Anonymous 14/12/31(Wed)21:45 No. 23042 ID: c14177

Because reminding OP of how we masturbate to his writing is such inspirational motivation.

Anonymous 15/01/02(Fri)16:03 No. 23050 ID: 123e0e

>>23042 Honestly never fapped to this story. But I have enjoyed reading it immensely.
OP's writing style makes it very easy to picture the entire thing, and it all seems so plausible. He really brings the story too life, and he writes with enough descriptive language that I feel like someone could base an animation on his writing.

Anonymous 15/01/03(Sat)12:59 No. 23057 ID: f96a99

I think it was just bait for more story. OP keep writing. I do not think you have any idea the fans you have created.

Anonymous 15/01/06(Tue)09:47 No. 23076 ID: a64366

You don't have to be rude about it.

If the author doesn't post more then we already have a great story. I don't think wishing them to die is good motivation.

Anonymous 15/01/16(Fri)02:14 No. 23118 ID: a00fa8

i blew the biggest load reading this, pretty hard to fap and read

Anonymous 15/01/16(Fri)19:15 No. 23122 ID: 6ba2ee

dont loose hope folks, op will lead us to glory


OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 15/01/26(Mon)01:07 No. 23157 ID: ad02ce

I crouch in the corner, tense, heart pounding, trying not to hyperventilate. The waiting, the anticipation, always gets to me. I quietly thumb back the hammer.

The bandit, bearded and smelling like unwashed hobo crotch, walks into the room, clearly expecting it to be empty. He has a momentary look of surprise before I fire a 26.5mm flare into his chest.

Taking two MRE crackers and a ration bar, I make s'mores over the crackling fire burning in his chest cavity. Then, satisfied that my perimeter is once again secure, I sit down with my snack and futilely wipe dust and grease from the dim monitor before me.

Then I crack my knuckles and the ancient keyboard begins clacking.



Gentlemen, I have begun the next chapter of Roommates. I need to refresh my memory of where I'm at in the story; once that's finished, your patience shall be rewarded.

Yes, the mood is upon me once again: time to write.


Well, it's flattering, at any rate. It means I write a sexy story.

Better get to it.

Anonymous 15/01/26(Mon)08:11 No. 23158 ID: 000ed5

Bless you OP!

Anonymous 15/01/28(Wed)03:52 No. 23163 ID: bb5ed2

This, except with a sexier monster of a story on the table instead.

OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 15/01/28(Wed)04:33 No. 23164 ID: 6683c5

Newest chapter is 80% complete. Figured I'd give you all an update so you don't feel like I'm jerking your chain.

Anonymous 15/01/30(Fri)16:26 No. 23171 ID: e03ff6

bless your radioactive waste-filled heart, OP.

Anonymous 15/01/31(Sat)23:48 No. 23181 ID: 3ad728

I cannot wait for the update, bless you op

Anonymous 15/02/01(Sun)06:02 No. 23183 ID: 7976a9

Just checked and saw that this thread was the very first one and got extremely excited. Been checking every few hours like the fucking junkie I am.

Anonymous 15/02/01(Sun)06:55 No. 23184 ID: 3038e4

I've been doing the same. Every time I see it's close to the top, I get excited and then frustrated.

Soooooon.... *unzips fly in anticipation*

OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 15/02/02(Mon)05:24 No. 23192 ID: 6683c5

New chapter is complete, just need to go back and fix typos and a huge fucking continuity error I only just now noticed. Expect it to be up in another day or so.

And I think you'll like where this one goes.

Anonymous 15/02/02(Mon)15:05 No. 23194 ID: 7d71bf


kinda considered putting all of this into a nice .epub/.mobi/.azw for myself and all the people with tablets and readers.

then again, I'd be scared shitless of having people finding loli smut on my kindle.

any thoughts on this, OP?

Anonymous 15/02/02(Mon)19:40 No. 23196 ID: 86e3da

Password protect your kindle.
Put in a bunch of other books to camouflage the loli smut.
Never leave airplane mode.
Say it's for research purposes when somebody does find it.

Hyenide 15/02/02(Mon)20:10 No. 23197 ID: d158d7

just joined this thread
dear god you're right
i dont know how you can stand to wait

anyone have a compiled version of this?
if not, i'll just go through and c/p it all into a txt file and put it on media fire or something so you dont have to scour the whole thread

Hyenide 15/02/02(Mon)20:45 No. 23198 ID: d158d7

... i'd like to request a separate story about the sister
also this is amazing <3

DL for the whole story Hyenide 15/02/02(Mon)23:29 No. 23199 ID: d158d7


alright so that's every chapter so far in one rtf


i love you
this is absolutely the best loli story i've ever encountered
you are such a fantastic writer
i beg of you
don't abandon us

Anonymous 15/02/04(Wed)03:11 No. 23206 ID: dba936

op pls

pls op

Anonymous 15/02/04(Wed)21:47 No. 23210 ID: 3038e4


Anonymous 15/02/05(Thu)01:02 No. 23211 ID: 9a7dc5


Waxing Carnauba 15/02/05(Thu)12:24 No. 23215 ID: 5ca311


I assure you, OP is not being harbored in Limbo.

Interesting though that would be...

Anonymous 15/02/06(Fri)10:22 No. 23240 ID: fdac9a

I only just started this yesterday, and I'm so happy. This is better than many books I've read. I'd read anything you write, even non-smut. Maybe even a text book.

I'm also glad I haven't endured the long waits up until now. Ignorance is truly bliss. I almost wish I didn't know this was here, and I'd find it when it was done, but I'm also glad that I've seen what I have. Even if I have to wait now.

You've given me several boners. No homo.

Anonymous 15/02/06(Fri)23:07 No. 23243 ID: 8c97f6

I can see this getting abandoned soon.

Anonymous 15/02/07(Sat)08:29 No. 23246 ID: c90c0d


Anonymous 15/02/08(Sun)00:10 No. 23250 ID: e98cb1

You can always just gloss over and retcon out continuity errors later on.

Anonymous 15/02/08(Sun)09:18 No. 23253 ID: f5b1c2

gee this day sure is dragging out
feels more like a week

Anonymous 15/02/11(Wed)05:57 No. 23263 ID: 4062e4

This thread is like the board version of the Dad who keeps promising to take his kids to Disneyland, but then empties the jar for booze with a wink and a smile and a 'Maybe next year.'

Anonymous 15/02/11(Wed)09:20 No. 23264 ID: fe5b5a

sadly I completely agree anon

Anonymous 15/02/12(Thu)20:11 No. 23266 ID: 82f42b

RIP this story. OP has failed us once again.

Mr Anonymous 15/02/13(Fri)02:15 No. 23269 ID: 5d95ae

Farewell Fair Fable.

Anonymous 15/02/15(Sun)01:07 No. 23273 ID: 29fd9b

Don't die on me!!! Get the defibrilator while we keep bumping the thread!

Aeda+Tzebua 15/02/15(Sun)02:08 No. 23274 ID: d158d7

im dying
please OP
save me
save me with your words
with a story of Sara and her cute freckled face
i need you

Anonymous 15/02/15(Sun)20:16 No. 23277 ID: 123e0e

OP must either be going nuts trying to fix continuity issues we have all ignored in favor of enjoying the story, or he's just teasing us at this point. That, or he fell off a cliff, a radioactive cliff.

Mr Anonymous 15/02/15(Sun)20:33 No. 23278 ID: 5d95ae

The mutants got him.

Anonymous 15/02/19(Thu)17:56 No. 23294 ID: 5e2dab

He could've atleast posted what he had...

Anonymous 15/02/25(Wed)02:28 No. 23312 ID: 411cdd

I still believe in you OP!

Anonymous 15/02/28(Sat)02:42 No. 23328 ID: 4891ae

Bump for posterity. Love you OP !

Anonymous 15/02/28(Sat)17:06 No. 23331 ID: 935adc

in OP we trust

Anonymous 15/03/02(Mon)04:37 No. 23334 ID: 8130c8


What happened OP? You said you'd have it out in a day or two... that was a month ago. Can we get an update on what the delay is?

Anonymous 15/03/02(Mon)10:25 No. 23335 ID: 07c087


Probably being trolled man.

Anonymous 15/03/04(Wed)07:05 No. 23344 ID: 6d645c

E pluribus opus!

Anonymous 15/03/18(Wed)03:24 No. 23387 ID: 0513f4

Thank you for this!

Anonymous 15/03/18(Wed)16:06 No. 23391 ID: a3580c

OP will surely deliver... Right OP?



Anonymous 15/03/19(Thu)10:15 No. 23394 ID: 003a9d

That's it. I'm fucking done. I used to check this thread daily for updates, then weekly, and by now it's monthly, if that. OP had not only failed but ceased to deliver, I think we can all agree on that. So I'm gonna do something about it: I'm gonna finish this goddamn story. I have a very clear idea of where I think it should go, and have it all storyboard-ed out in my head. I've been writing all my goddamn life, and I'm pretty sure I can write just as well as OP can, if not better. And best of all, I'm not gonna wait 6 fucking months between chapters. I'm seeing this goddamn amazing story through to the end, whether you all like it or not - except OP, at least, if you see this and decide you don't want me to... ahah, who the fuck am I kidding, you don't read this shit anymore, do you?
(No seriously if you don't want me to finish this for you I'm willing to do that much. Otherwise, I'm gonna reread this thing and brush up on the story so far.)

Aeda+Tzebua 15/03/19(Thu)10:56 No. 23395 ID: 8b6d1b

do not try to finish OPs story
i want to know what really happens
not what you think should happen
im willing to wait
and you faggots can give up on OP if you want
but im staying right here
because i have horrible blind faith in this amazing story

Anonymous 15/03/19(Thu)12:05 No. 23397 ID: f5b1c2

Just write your own story.

Anonymous 15/03/20(Fri)01:46 No. 23399 ID: 770442

I'm just sayin, the last post that had any story to it, however small, was 7 months ago... jus sayin.

Anonymous 15/03/25(Wed)16:20 No. 23411 ID: 65eb83

just keep the faith! keep ur boner raging for moar story with cute lolis op will deliver, my boner knows it!

Anonymous 15/04/07(Tue)09:42 No. 23448 ID: 2714a4

what if OP's crazy ex managed to kill him this time? I'm worried about OP's life, guys

Anonymous 15/04/07(Tue)21:18 No. 23450 ID: 770442

Look guys, this story is 2 years old with some change. If someone else whats to try it, sure, I could use the closure, but otherwise it's done.

Anonymous 15/04/08(Wed)17:55 No. 23453 ID: bd79a8

fucking do it, man. Please, for all of us, fucking do it!!!!!!!!

Anonymous 15/04/15(Wed)01:13 No. 23477 ID: 212400

Second time reading this, enjoyed it very very much.
I'm all for anyone continuing this story.

Anonymous 15/04/26(Sun)23:06 No. 23502 ID: 123e0e

No way, I've been waiting since last August and OP has not added a single full chapter? FUCK... it's over. It was JUST GETTING GOOD!
He trolled us guys... he got the story to the very edge of total win and BAM, took off on us, laughing all the way to the bank.
Well played sir, very well played in deed.

Anonymous 15/04/29(Wed)22:40 No. 23511 ID: a5dc56

Just read it all, nice story. If OP isn't dead and sees this then thanks for the story so far, was thoroughly enjoyable and I hope the muse takes you again soon.

Anonymous 15/04/30(Thu)22:25 No. 23513 ID: b699c0

This fucking story is dead. Let other things have the front page. I'm tired of seeing this. OP hasn't updated in months. Let it be.

Anonymous 15/05/10(Sun)01:30 No. 23530 ID: 7ede13


Anonymous 15/05/11(Mon)22:58 No. 23541 ID: 411cdd

I will bump once more!

Anonymous 15/05/12(Tue)12:09 No. 23543 ID: 7c949a

Ever heard the term "Let sleeping dogs lie?" It. Is. OVER! Unless someone is up to the task of attempting to continue this story, there is no reason why this post should bumped. It is a good story, and we all know it, but it's done.

OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 15/05/31(Sun)21:46 No. 23622 ID: c03f3c

Hey guys, just letting you know I'm not dead. I had an accident and I've been in the hospital. Because my life didn't have enough drama.

I'm home again, but I'm still going through physical therapy and am in a lot of pain, but I should make a full recovery.

Meanwhile, I have lots of free time with which to pick up where I left off and continue the story, but to be honest the pain meds are really fucking with me so I don't know how likely that is.

So don't get your hopes up, but don't lose all faith either. We'll see what happens.

Anonymous 15/05/31(Sun)22:56 No. 23623 ID: e3f4e3

oh god i cant believe you're back
we've missed you so much man

we would absolutely love it if you continued the story, it's fantastic and it's been forever since you updated last.. but make sure you take care of yourself first. hope you're doing alright, OP. im glad you're alive.

Anonymous 15/06/05(Fri)03:54 No. 23631 ID: 3f3bc1

op im glad youre back! first crazy gf, then nuclear war, now this, well ive been waiting so many years so take all the time you need to get better

Anonymous 15/06/07(Sun)06:40 No. 23634 ID: 95f1c5


Anonymous 15/06/11(Thu)02:23 No. 23656 ID: 411cdd


Anonymous 15/06/21(Sun)06:19 No. 23684 ID: 45533f

Shit, it's going on three years now...

Hope you get less fucked soon, OP. I wait patiently for moar.

Anonymous 15/06/23(Tue)23:42 No. 23688 ID: 6eccbc

I swear to you op I will spread word of the finished story across ALL the Chans. I beg you, please do continue, give us moar!!!!

OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 15/07/21(Tue)01:59 No. 23748 ID: 7721ab

Update: So, while running up to the store to get some snacks, an illegal alien driving a pickup pulled out in front of me while I was doing highway speeds (being that I live right next to the highway). I ended up laying my bike down, but went under the truck; smacked my head real good on his rear bumper (thank God I was wearing my helmet) and he ran over my motorcycle with his rear tires, flipping it over and, in the process, flipping me over with the bike rolling over me and sending me flying into a ditch. My bike is totaled, I had a serious concussion and major injuries to my back and legs, and the uninsured, unlicensed, wetback in the country illegally fled the scene, got arrested for a hit-and-run a few miles down the road, and was released on bail and hasn't been seen since (shoulda seen that one coming, assholes.).

I've been in physical therapy for months, have been home for a few weeks, and am expected to make a full recovery, but other than my therapy sessions I've mostly been confined to bed. Heavy painkillers have been seriously fucking with my ability to function and I'm only now stepping down the doses and starting to resume a normal life. I'll be walking with a cane for a few more months and wearing a brace so my back can heal, but at least now I'm not sleeping 18 hours a day and spending my waking moments either staring at the tv with glazed over eyes or hallucinating scenes from John Dies at the End or From Dusk Til Dawn are happening inside my house. Yeah, that was really fucked up, I had a friend come and remove all the guns and cutlery from my house so I wouldn't accidentally blow a hole in the wall trying to kill a demon. I'm on different meds now and reduced doses, so I'm more or less completely coherent. Still in a lot of pain though, and suffering from a serious lack of motivation to do just about anything, which I suspect is because of the drugs.

Here's where you come in:

The next chapter is already written and as soon as I figure out where the hell it is on my computer (I hide that sort of shit so nobody accidentally comes across it if they borrow my computer, and I'm sufficiently fuzzy-minded that I can't remember where it is at the moment. Don't worry, it'll come to me.) I'll go ahead and post it. Meanwhile, I'd like to start actively writing again, if I can summon enough give-a-fuck to do anything besides giggle at youtube videos.

Finally, if anyone would like to start an official asstr or whatever that site is page for my story and copy-paste it into there (I suppose each post should be an individual chapter or something), you officially have my permission, so long as you credit me, a link to this thread is given in the first chapter, and you name me something other than OP. I dunno, suggest some names and I'll pick a favorite or put it to a vote or something, I can't think of anything. Maybe something related to the amazing bouts of shitty luck I've had (which seem to be a once-a-year occurrence, now that I think about it), or amazing luck that I've survived all this shit, whichever way you look at it.

I have no idea if this post was all that coherent, since I'm currently high as a fucking kite, but there you go. I'll post the next chapter as soon as I find what the hell I did with it, and meanwhile hope to start writing again soon. Soon meaning sometime between now and the inevitable heat death of the universe.

Annonous 15/07/21(Tue)10:40 No. 23750 ID: 25b1af



Apolla l0li


Anonymous 15/07/21(Tue)17:13 No. 23752 ID: 2f872d

Well, anonyMPC has his name because

Possibly something similar?

Meloncholy 15/07/21(Tue)17:23 No. 23753 ID: dd0dd9

Wow, OP, that is a serious "accident" you survived. One day you'll be able to tell your kids how you managed to survive an alien encounter though.

IE 15/07/21(Tue)20:27 No. 23755 ID: f68fe3



Writer's Bane
The Fukt and the Furious
The Immortal OP
Raging Stoner
Cryptic Apocalyptic
Special Hello

and my personal favorite, Frank Lee

Bkil 15/07/24(Fri)07:00 No. 23767 ID: e82c0e


LifeLessons - Fits the story more

Cryptic Apocalyptic - Fits the apocalyptic wasteland author notes more. This one sounds great though, like a movie title.

Anonymous 15/08/09(Sun)06:18 No. 23794 ID: a3580c

Glad you're back, OP. Now, as to names...

I suggest DieForLolis to commemorate OP's trauma.

Anonymous 15/08/11(Tue)19:50 No. 23795 ID: 824b24

I look foward for a kiss. Sure, he got blowjob, handjob but now they're bf and gf, there is this feeling this is becoming lovely.

Anonymous 15/08/16(Sun)09:46 No. 23801 ID: c5b224

So is this shit still going on, or what?

Also, great stuff, OP. Nobody IRL will ever give you credit, but this is genuinely well written. I wouldn't even call it pornography. You're an unsung hero.

Anonymous 15/08/20(Thu)09:58 No. 23807 ID: a3ae28

godspeed, sir. you got this.

Anonymous 15/08/24(Mon)04:38 No. 23813 ID: 7d07df

Loved the Brothers in Arms reference from the October bit. (All references are good actually)

What I do enjoy about this story so far is that its more real than most stories based around this (I think so anyways).
For example, the whole part when he came and she thought it gross or the parts with her getting scared when he started rubbing her and such. It seems like a real thing, using her cluelessness/naiveness and such. But, the story being realistic, I am kinda expect a realistic outcome/ending.

I know when he was thinking "Oh shit, I gotta make sure she doesn't tell anyone- etc, etc" I was thinking how you were lay it out in the story and that it may be a bit difficult BUT THEN you make her coming out of the washroom saying that she wants to keep it a secrete.
So I thought that that was a good save.

You didn't put in a whole >>21108 type of deal (What the fuck was up the whole madlibs-loli story?)which is great.

There errors here and there, but that doesn't really matter (typos and such).

I'm getting a feeling that this will end badly (kind of like I said previously).
And I'm enjoying this story and hope to see more!

moar 15/09/18(Fri)18:34 No. 23842 ID: d75d7c

OP Plz

Anonymous 15/09/24(Thu)05:54 No. 23851 ID: 586bf7


Anonymous 15/09/25(Fri)19:14 No. 23859 ID: 400bda

OP could be Mint alt?

Mint 15/09/26(Sat)09:53 No. 23862 ID: 62b1d7


FUCKING NO. Look at our IDs.

Anonymous 15/09/26(Sat)15:53 No. 23866 ID: 400bda


T'was a joke. OP is obviously not a mint alt as he doesn't have anger issues towards people on internet forums

RinFuuma 15/10/04(Sun)04:05 No. 23886 ID: f8eaeb

Seriously can't wait to see more of this. I am loving this story so much please finish it OP! :) Hope to see more of it soon!

Anonymous 15/10/04(Sun)09:09 No. 23888 ID: c5b224

I'm honestly not expecting any updates. Does anyone know anything similar to this story?

Suggestion Anonymous 15/10/12(Mon)00:31 No. 23902 ID: e15c33



Anonymous 15/10/12(Mon)02:56 No. 23903 ID: a5dd7f

Ran Over on the Road of Apoctalyptic Life.

OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 15/10/30(Fri)06:18 No. 23934 ID: 6d9ac9

I have selected Damocles for my ASSTR name. If some kind soul feels like uploading the story thus far, that'd be great.

If you get the Damocles reference without googling it, give yourself a pat on the back.

Oh, another thing: OP delivers. Faster than Duke Nukem Forever, even!

I didn't see Sara again until the next morning, when she emerged for breakfast in her usual night shirt and panties. I tried to break the ice by asking how she slept, what she thought they would do in school today, and other attempts at small talk, but all I got out of her was a near-constant blush and a few awkward mutters. Bill seemed not to notice, absorbed in a biology textbook. I gave up trying to get her out of her shell, remembered I had a test I hadn't studied for, and cracked open a book while I ate my cereal.

Bill left without saying anything, Sara got dressed and also left without saying anything, and I headed off to class knowing I'd screwed things up somehow, but not quite what it was that I did.

I made it through my classes, even the exam, and got back to the apartment shortly after Sara, judging by the backpack tossed haphazardly on the floor. Bill wasn't home yet, so I knocked on her door.

"Hey kiddo, you wanna play Smash Bros?"

I got a muffled response that sounded like 'no' and retreated to my room. Was she embarrassed or something, or was it something I said? I mean, I did kind of just blurt out that she was wet; maybe she misunderstood? Or didn't know what was going on? She was just a kid, after all. If I was surprised that she could get wet (hell, I'd never even had a girlfriend before, I didn't know it was possible for prepubescent girls), what about her?

She finally started interacting with me again over the weekend, coming out of her room to join me and Bill in a few rounds of Mario Kart and watching a movie with us. By Monday, she was her usual self, wandering out in her shirt and panties (yellow with sunflowers making various faces; I swear the one that looked like it was screaming in horror was placed directly over her butthole on purpose) like a zombie, but slowly waking up throughout breakfast until she was kicking my shins with her bare feet and chattering about how she was going to ace an english test thanks to my tutoring. Bill actually became aware of the outside world just then, telling her he was sure she'd do just fine on the test and that I was a smart guy she should listen to. Then he winked at me, quietly said, "thanks", and got up to put away his dishes before leaving for class.

As she got up to deposit her dishes in the sink, I goosed Sara's butt, eliciting an indignant squawk, then headed out the door to my own classes, waiting for her to leave so I could lock the door behind her.

That afternoon, she was a real chatterbox, talking about how the other girls at her school were so stupid and all they could talk about was tv and boy bands. I wasn't even aware boy bands were still a thing, but you learn something new every day. When I asked her about her test, she seemed to think she had done well and I got a hug while she thanked me for helping her with her homework.

Then she held out her math book and gave me puppy dog eyes until I sat down at the table and helped her out. Call me a sucker for a pretty girl.

Tuesday I barely paid attention in my classes, eager for what I hoped awaited me back at the apartment. I power walked back from campus, did a set of sit ups and push ups to work off some of my energy, took a quick shower, and waited in my boxers for Sara to get home.

My hopes were quickly realized when she came in the door, tossed her backpack on the floor, and immediately removed her skirt and tossed it on the floor in the bathroom. Then, blushing and twisting at the waist awkwardly, she giggled and looked at me as I posed with my hands on my hips.

I slid my boxers down and raised my eyebrows.

"You wanna?"


She quickly stripped off her shirt and panties and dived onto my bed enthusiastically. I slid in beside her, cuddling up to her, feeling my erection throb as it grew steadily.

"So, little lady: you want to do boyfriend and girlfriend type things?"

She nodded and I scooted her into my lap, where she almost straddled my dick; then I slid my hand down to her slit and resumed where I'd left off Thursday, slowly and gently rubbing her soft, silky labia. She giggled and squirmed once or twice ("it tickles!", and "it feels weird! No, keep doing it.") and we discussed her day at school as I gently fondled her privates. I gradually moved closer and closer to her slit, keeping the bit of her hood peeking out between both of my fingers as I rubbed and she slowly melted against me. Her breathing got faster and she closed her eyes as she leaned against me, a quiet moan just barely escaping her lips.

"Do you like this?"

She nodded and I paused for a moment to examine her crotch; it was bright pink again, not its usual pale white. She was definitely aroused now.

I continued my stroking, gradually increasing the pressure and speed, rubbing up and down her warm slit. She squirmed a little in my lap, letting out a deep sigh, and her little hand found my free hand and squeezed it. I squeezed it back and continued stroking until I suddenly discovered that my fingers were warm and wet. I continued stroking, but eventually she felt the wetness too as my fingers spread it up and down her slit.

Her eyes shot open and she would have flown off of my lap if I hadn't had both arms around her and one hand between her legs.

"What's wrong?"


She thrashed around and tried to escape, but I held her down.

"Hey hey hey! Stop that! What's wrong? Tell me."

She buried her face in her hands and went limp in my arms, almost sobbing.

"Shhh. Hey, what's wrong kiddo?"

"I can't believe I did it again..."

"Did what again? Oh, you mean this?"

I held up my fingers, which were glistening with her pussy juices. She moaned in abject humiliation.

"Hey, sweetie, what are you embarrassed about? That's normal. Girls are supposed to do that."

"... what?"

"Yeah. You know how my penis gets big and hard when it feels good? Girls get wet down there when they feel good. That's normal."


I raised my hand and adopted a serious face.

"Scout's honor."

I really was a scout, for about a two years period when I was a little younger than her.

She sniffled, then looked down between her legs and hesitantly touched herself with a fingertip, then rubbed the slick fluid between her finger and thumb.

"That's supposed to happen?"


She snorted and buried her face again, laughing in embarrassment.

"I thought I peed myself or something. I am such a dork."

"You're not a dork."

She turned her to look at me, slight apprehension crossing her face as she asked, "that's really normal?"


"Why does it do that?"

"It's... I'll tell you later."

"Tell me now."

I shrugged mentally and replied, "girls get wet so boys can put their penis inside them easier."

"Oh. So... it's for sex then?"

"Right. It feels better when the girl is wet too."

"Huh. Ok."

She leaned back against me and I resumed rubbing her crotch, taking it easy at first and then getting into the heavy petting again when she seemed to be into it again.

Soon she was back where she'd been before, breathing heavily and closing her eyes.

"Do you like this?"

"That feels good."

I took that as my cue to intensify my rubbing a little more, moving up to three fingers, one rubbing up and down directly over her slit and hood, the other two rubbing her labia.

"Mm. Mmmm. Mmmmm!"

She angled her hips upward, giving me slightly better access and I increased the speed of my strokes. She grabbed my free hand with both of hers, her breaths getting faster and faster and turning into high-pitched moans.

"It's ok. Just let it happen, sweetie."

I watched in fascination as curled her toes into fists, then suddenly stopped breathing as her entire body tensed up and her eyes shot open. After a few seconds like this, she suddenly went limp and began panting for breath and I stopped rubbing; her crotch felt burning hot and was a dark, angry red.

"You ok?"

"Um... yeah. That... wow."

Did she actually orgasm? Holy shit, did I really just make an eleven year old orgasm?

"So... did it feel good?" I asked lamely.

She nodded, apparently exhausted, then rolled over so she was on both of our bellies, still breathing hard. Face to face, I noticed her hair was sticking to her sweaty forehead and brushed it aside.

"That... that was... I saw stars."

I hugged her to me, ignoring my raging boner in favor of seeing to her needs first. I may be going to hell, but I'm a courteous child molester.

"Is... is that what it's like... for grownups?"

I nodded, bent awkwardly to kiss her on her forehead, and then laid down again, her smooth, warm body pressed against mine. I could feel her warm, moist crotch just above mine.

"I wanna... stay like this forever."

So did I.

So did I.

Anonymous 15/10/30(Fri)09:33 No. 23935 ID: 591c61

Holy shit, good to have you back my good man. How have things been? You feeling/doing alright?

Anonymous 15/10/31(Sat)00:23 No. 23936 ID: a5f4cd

Nice chapter, good to see you back!

OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 15/10/31(Sat)03:24 No. 23938 ID: 880101


Still hurting and still medicated, but I'm able to function. Should make a full recovery, as long as I manage to avoid fucking myself up any further.

Anonymous 15/11/01(Sun)10:18 No. 23939 ID: eb42c3

Sorry to hear that you're still in pain, man. Please do try to get as much rest as you can, and don't worry about us; we've waited this long, and you're good enough of a writer for us to wait as long as you need to recover.

Anonymous 15/11/03(Tue)02:01 No. 23942 ID: 164050

get well soon brother

Anonymous 15/11/03(Tue)02:01 No. 23943 ID: 164050

get well soon brother

Anonymous 15/11/04(Wed)20:51 No. 23954 ID: 1aa48e

Hope you get better

Anonymous 15/11/21(Sat)09:10 No. 24005 ID: ebc0fc


Anonymous 15/11/25(Wed)04:25 No. 24010 ID: c73c12

This post comes three years after the first one.

You're the greatest, OP. Or Damocles, I suppose it is now.

Anonymous 15/12/05(Sat)08:40 No. 24025 ID: 779e7a

oh my god yes
still waiting for you OP, but we're patient
urghhh this is so perfect

Anonymous 15/12/05(Sat)08:41 No. 24026 ID: 779e7a

lol, you must be new here buddy

Anonymous 15/12/07(Mon)09:29 No. 24028 ID: b5ef9f

OP by the power of all that is evil, we command thee to awaken
And write another paragraph...

This is the weirdest 3 year boner

Anonymous 15/12/19(Sat)23:22 No. 24046 ID: 78653a

If the erection lasts longer than 4 hours see a doctor?

Anonymous 15/12/23(Wed)14:08 No. 24050 ID: e5d3eb


Anonymous 15/12/26(Sat)08:47 No. 24053 ID: b2bb8d

Just wanted to say Merry Christmas, OP. Hope all is well for you.

Anonymous 16/01/07(Thu)19:46 No. 24071 ID: 6abf8c

And a happy new year.

Anonymous 16/01/14(Thu)09:21 No. 24079 ID: 938ecf


Wan Shi Tong!!H2L2Z0LGV5 16/01/20(Wed)06:05 No. 24084 ID: 07f2da


Let me know if I need to make any edits.

Anonymous 16/02/04(Thu)07:57 No. 24093 ID: c98512

plz return op

Bkil 16/02/05(Fri)21:01 No. 24094 ID: 1d57c4

You included post 17843 in the file on the ASSTR site when I'm pretty sure that post wasn't the OP.

Wan Shi Tong!!H2L2Z0LGV5 16/02/06(Sat)12:17 No. 24097 ID: 3808ac

Thank you Bkil, I will try to be more thorough next time.

OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 16/02/17(Wed)11:03 No. 24115 ID: b09b80



Anonymous 16/02/19(Fri)06:33 No. 24118 ID: f7513a

Alive? Op :)

Anonymous 16/02/24(Wed)09:43 No. 24129 ID: f7a903

We are all still here, OP <3

OP Kryten 16/02/24(Wed)12:52 No. 24130 ID: 5d2e36

Praise Jesus !

Anonymous 16/02/26(Fri)02:13 No. 24133 ID: 34d30d

I'm still here... waiting patiently...

Anonymous 16/02/26(Fri)05:49 No. 24134 ID: 284f71

I don't understand how you can do that...
The patiently part.

OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 16/03/17(Thu)08:07 No. 24151 ID: 68accc

We lay there like that for what seemed like an hour, but was actually only about ten minutes. She'd gotten her breath back by then, but was still lying on my chest with a dreamy look on her face.

After a while though, I was getting kind of antsy, so I awkwardly craned my neck down so I could give her a gentle kiss on the forehead, brushing her hair off of her sweaty forehead in the process.

"Hey kiddo, think maybe I could get a turn now?"

She giggled and nodded, grinning, and scooted down so she was sitting between my legs. Without asking permission this time, she began stroking my shaft, then took me into her mouth with only a little encouragement on my part.

Oh geez, this felt glorious. I leaned back into the pillow and luxuriated in the moist warmth of her mouth, watching her little head bob up and down on my dick; she never went very deep, but she kept a good rhythm.

After a while, she stopped sucking and complained that her neck was getting sore and switched back to jerking me off. I decided it was as good a time as any for a little bonding.

Shut up. Quit judging me. I already know what you're thinking.

"So kiddo, whatcha learning in class this week?"

"I dunno. Stuff."

"What sorta stuff?"

"Um... stuff."

We both laughed at her response, then I changed tack.

"What's your favorite thing you're learning in school this week?"

She switched hands and brushed her hair out of her face (she really did do that a lot lately; maybe she needed a haircut), then replied, "I guess the book we're reading in class?"

"Which one is that?"

"I don't remember what it's called. Um... Oh, shoot! It's about this boy who runs away from home to live in the woods and he has a pet hawk. It's really cool."

"Oh, I know that one. We read it in class when I was your age. My Side of the Mountain."

"Yeah! That's it."

She switched hands again, watching my dick as she continued to jerk me off, and I kept the conversation going.

"So you like that one, huh? What do you like about it?"

"I dunno. Living in the woods is cool. He did stuff all on his own, like a grown up. Kinda like when we went camping."

That gave me an idea.

"You maybe wanna go camping again? Spring break is coming up soon."

The idea of an entire week with Sara alone was absolutely invigorating. I could feel my erection getting even harder just thinking of the possibilities.

Yes, at this point I was well past the point of no return and had been for quite some time.

"Yeah! That was awesome. I liked how we played indians. And, um, other stuff," she added, blushing slightly as she grinned, still jerking me off.

"What sort of other stuff?" I asked, knowing full well what she meant.

She blushed and fidgeted in the most adorable way.

"You knoooow... boyfriend and girlfriend stuff."

"Oh, THAT stuff. Gotcha."

She paused in her stroking and looked me dead in the eye, all humor gone.

"We are boyfriend and girlfriend, right?"

"Absolutely. I'm your boyfriend, and you're my girlfriend. And what we're doing together is special."


"Really. Just the two of us."

At the moment, I actually believed it myself. She grinned shyly and returned to pumping my dick with her hand and I reached down to muss her hair a little.

"Hey, sweetie? You mind going back to sucking again?"

"Nuh-uh," and her adorable little head went right back to bobbing up and down on my dick.

I really was a lucky son of a bitch, even if I was going straight to hell. Really, I could only think one thing: worth it.

After a few minutes of her blowing me, I started feeling the familiar tension in my balls again and I gently warned her, "ok, I'm about to finish. Remember to keep it all in your mouth so you don't make a mess."


I put one hand on her head, just to make sure she didn't shy away when I came and a few seconds later she froze as I arched my back slightly and wave after wave of semen pumped into her little mouth. I held her still until it finished, then took my hand off her head and she sat up, coughing, a streamer of jizz stretching from her chin to my dick.

"Swallow it, don't make a mess."

She swallowed audibly, then coughed some more.

"You ok?"

She nodded, then coughed again and I handed her the glass of water I kept on my nightstand. A couple swigs later and she was ok.

"Mind cleaning me off, sweetie?"

I held my increasingly floppy dick erect in one hand and she nodded, taking me into her mouth again and cleaning the last little bits of jizz off with a slurp.

"That's a good girl. Do you like doing that?"

She nodded and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, then laid down and I put an arm around her as she cuddled up next to me.

"Uh-huh. It was kinda weird at first, but... I dunno, I just kinda like it."

"Cause it's boyfriend-girlfriend stuff?"

"Yeah. And... I like to make you feel good."

"I like to make you feel good too."

I glanced at the clock; plenty of time.

"So you really want to go camping, huh?"

"Yeah! I really had fun last time. We can play indians again, and maybe we can find a hawk like in the book and bring it home!"

"Pretty sure that's illegal now, kiddo."

Not that I was letting a little thing like "legal" stop me from doing other things, of course.

She just shrugged, slowly kicking her feet back and forth in the air, and I slowly slid my fingers down her back, explored the curve of her butt, and back again. She really was beautiful, like a little porcelain doll. Except, not creepy like the ones you usually see. Everyone has that one aunt who has a guest room full of creepy fucking dolls that stare at you while you sleep in the guest bed as a kid. She was nothing like that. Obviously.

"Well, if your brother says it's ok, why don't we go camping for spring week? We can stay up there for a whole week, just the two of us, and we can do whatever we want."

"That'd be awesome!"

"In the meantime though, we're all sweaty and gross. Let's hop in the shower."

She needed no encouragement, jumping out of the bed, grabbing her clothes off the floor and tossing them in the hamper, and climbing into the tub. I followed at a more sedately pace, turned the water on to start warming up, and listened to Sara chatter about how she wanted to make a spear, a real one, and hunt a buffalo while we were camping, then checked the temperature of the water and got into the tub myself.

Again, for those of you who have only showered alone, showering with another person is kind of awkward, even when they're shorter and skinnier than you. I detached the shower head, stretched out the hose, and just held it by hand so we could both be getting at least a little water at the same time.

I shampooed first, and Sara helped me wash my back and especially my genitals, grinning and blushing the entire time. Then I soaped her down, paying extra attention to her nipples and privates, and we both rinsed off.

Peeking out from behind the shower curtain at the clock on the wall, I saw we still had plenty of time, so I detached the shower head again and stretched it as far as it would go and sat down at the end of the tub.

"Here kiddo, sit down."

She did, wiggling her butt against my crotch and leaning back against my chest, and I slid one hand between her legs, which she obligingly spread for me.

"Are you gonna make me feel good again?"

"Sure am."

This time I combined my usual stroking with the shower head, keeping it aimed at her crotch. After a little while, she melted against me, blushing and closing her eyes as she murmured, "that feels good. Keep doing that."

I did, and after about ten minutes she'd drawn her legs up to her chest (still spread apart so I had access to her naughty bits), had my free hand in a death grip, and was biting her lip while panting heavily.

Her pants soon turned into high-pitched little gasps, she curled her toes into fists again (why did that remind me of Die Hard all of a sudden?), and she tensed up.

I think that time she really did pee herself, but she didn't seem to notice. She relaxed again and lay against me, limp and boneless, gasping for breath.

"Was it good?"

"Uh... huh..."

I mentally chalked the number of times I'd made an eleven year old girl orgasm to two and shifted the shower head so it was getting both of us instead of just her crotch.

Once she caught her breath, I helped her back to her feet (she seemed a little dizzy still) and I thoroughly rinsed us both down again. Then she noticed that I was once again at full mast and, with a little prompting, got on her knees and began stroking my dick.

"Mind sucking, sweetie? It feels better that way."

She obliged, but stopped after a while and grimaced, holding one hand to her neck.

"My neck is sore."

Well, I guess not being used to giving blowjobs on a regular basis can give you a kink in your neck.

"Let's try something. Open your mouth?"

She did, and I inserted my penis, then gently held her by the head with both hands and slowly started thrusting in and out of her mouth. She alternated between looking up at me and staring at my dick as it went in and out, but just knelt there without protest, so I decided I was good and began thrusting a little faster.

After a little bit of that, I figured I might as well push the envelope, so I slowed my thrusting and instead went a little deeper, trying to see how much of my penis would fit into her mouth without gagging her. I went just a little bit deeper and she grimaced and jerked slightly, so I went a little shallower with my thrusts and she settled down again. I was definitely going deeper than she had on her own though.

Having found a depth we were both comfortable with, I began thrusting faster and she closed her eyes, resting her hands on my thighs.

Let me tell you, getting a blowjob feels amazing, but the urge to thrust is primal and deep, and fulfilling that urge is amazingly satisfying. I took in deep breaths of air, listening to the rhythm of the shower and watched her cute face as I fucked it, and the whole scene just overwhelmed my senses and I blew my load into her mouth again, shuddering in the sweet ecstasy of release.

I pulled out of her mouth and she make an "ack-ptht!" noise as she spat a huge gob of saliva and semen into the tub to be washed down the drain.

"You should always swallow it," I said, trying not to sound bossy.

"How come? We're in the shower, it can't make a mess here."

"It's... healthy for you."


"Yep. Girls are supposed to swallow it. It's good for them."

At this point, I was already doing a cannonball dive into the lake of fire, so why not?

"Oh. Ok."

She polished my rapidly shrinking penis with my beautiful lips, making sure she didn't miss any of my semen, then I helped her to her feet and rinsed us both off again.

There was only one towel in the bathroom, so I let her have it and dripped my way across the hall into my bedroom, grabbed a towel and quickly dried off, then got dressed. Bill could come home any minute now and I didn't want him getting suspicious if we both had wet hair from the shower, so I slipped on a ball cap I rarely wore and walked into the kitchen to start making some dinner.

I heard the key in the door and Bill walked in just as I had selected chili mac for dinner.

"Hey Bill, what's up?"

"Not much, just more assignments. You thinking of taking Non-Western Civ with Dr. Gerard next semester?"

"Yeah, why?"

"I am too. Wanna sign up for the same class? Might be fun doing it together."

"Sure," I said, making a mental note to sign up for the class at a different time so we weren't in class together and I could maximize my time alone with his little sister.

Just then, Sara walked in, naked as a jaybird, scrubbing her hair with the towel and said, "Hey! He's gonna go camping again for spring break! Can I go too? Pleeeeeease?"

Bill glanced at her while I tried not to have a heart attack; ok, walking to and from the shower naked was one thing, but just standing there on full display like it was nothing? He was going to think something was weird about that. He was going to freak and demand she cover herself up, or tell me not to look or something.

Nope. He just acted like his little sister wasn't standing in front of both of us stark naked and replied, "I don't know if he wants to take you along, Sara. Grown ups make their own plans."

Since he wasn't reacting, I tried to play it cool, though I'm sure I was blushing myself and probably looked sketchy as hell.

"No, I don't mind. She had fun last time, and it'd be kinda boring being by myself the whole week."

"Pleeeeeeeeease?" Sara begged while bouncing up and down, still naked and not making any effort to preserve her modesty. "It was soooo much fun last time, and I promise I won't bother him the whole time we're there!"

Bill looked at me and shrugged.

"If it's cool with you, it's cool with me. I wouldn't mind having the place to myself for a few days."

"Nah, it's cool. We'll need to take more stuff since we'll be out there longer, but I don't mind if she tags along."

As if it weren't my idea in the first place.

Bill shrugged again and said, "Ok, looks like you're going camping."

"YEEEESSSSSSS! Thanks Bill, you're awesome!"

"I try to be, anyway."

Sara threw the towel on the floor and hugged her brother, then hugged me, grabbed the towel again, and scampered off to her room.

Once she was safely out of earshot, Bill turned to me and said, "thanks man, I appreciate what you're doing for her. This is the most normal she's been since, well... since mom and dad died."

He slipped me a fifty and I mumbled something about how it was no bother and felt like a piece of shit the entire time I was cooking dinner.

I felt better after Sara stomped back into the living room like a herd of elephants, clad only in t-shirt and panties, and plopped herself down at the dinner table to dig into a bowl of chili mac. The prospect of an entire week alone with her, away from civilization and all it's rules, was nearly euphoric.

How the hell was I able to get away with so much?

OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 16/03/17(Thu)08:37 No. 24152 ID: 68accc


Other than the one post that was pointed out, looks good.

It's not visible on the main site though, and doesn't come up in searches. Think you can fix that, since I generously donated a fresh, new chapter? I think that's more than fair.


Anonymous 16/03/20(Sun)01:54 No. 24153 ID: 70a97d

Is this really what I think it is?

OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 16/03/20(Sun)02:27 No. 24154 ID: ad02ce


A sexy new chapter? Yes. Yes it is.

Bkil 16/03/21(Mon)02:49 No. 24155 ID: 4c6b29

Thanks for the new chapter OP!

I'm looking forward to reading the new chapter. I'm about halfway through rereading the story so I can remember where we were in the action ;)

OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 16/03/28(Mon)10:41 No. 24162 ID: 07bd1b

I decided that if I was going to be taking Sara camping for a week, I might as well get her psyched up for it.

I found a copy of Hatchet at a mom-and-pop used book store for a dollar and bought it for her; she devoured it in less than a day, lying on her stomach on the couch reading, legs kicking back and forth in the air, while Bill and I did our respective assignments and cooked dinner. She was still reading when she went to bed, and at breakfast the next day she announced that she'd finished it.

If she liked the primitive survival of My Side of the Mountain and Hatchet, then maybe she'd like a similar movie. Last time I took her camping, we ran around naked pretending to be indians; I didn't know of any good movies about indians like that, but I knew of a couple caveman movies.

So I pirated Clan of the Cave Bear and Quest for Fire on my laptop for us to watch; by the time I got home from class, they had both finished downloading and I stripped down to my boxers and did another light workout in anticipation of Sara's arrival from school.

She dumped her backpack, went into her room for a minute, then appeared in my doorway perfectly naked and grinning mischievously. I hauled down my boxers while giving a grin of my own and she came into my room and got on her knees in front of me.

Taking my penis into her hand, she began stroking, getting me hard, while she curiously fondled my balls. It didn't take long for my erection to achieve full size and it took very little encouragement for her to switch from jerking me off to sucking me off, though it did take some work getting her to go deeper this time; I'd already established just a couple days before that she could take me into her mouth deeper than she had been on her own, so it took only a little encouraging to her to do it herself.

I gently stroked her hair and allowed myself a moan of pleasure as she worked my shaft with her warm little mouth. I'm sure a grown woman, or at least a college girl, could have taken my whole penis into her mouth and sucked me off with more skill, but I didn't care anymore. I had what I wanted right there.

Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end, and after only a few minutes Sara spat my dick out (now there's an image) and complained that her neck was sore again. I wasn't going to push her though, so we transitioned back to the handjob and I told her what a good job she was doing.

"So do girls really swallow every time?"

"Well, most do. Most girls like it."

"Huh. It doesn't taste bad, after you get used to it..."

"It's also good for you if you swallow it," I said, really just encouraging her to swallow my semen no matter what. I really had seen studies that semen was healthy for you though.


"Really. They're sort of like... girl vitamins," I said lamely.

"Girl vitamins?" she asked skeptically, switching hands as she jerked me off.

"Yeah. It's good for you, lots of protein, and most girls swallow it, so... it's kinda like vitamins for girls."

She cocked her head adorably while staring at my penis in though, then giggled.

"Girl vitamins. I like it. That's silly."

"You're silly."


"Ready for your dose of vitamins?" I said, sounding cocky and trying to keep a straight face.

She made no such effort and giggled again, then nodded.

"Say aaah!"

She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue and I reached down, moved her hand out of the way, and jerked myself off faster than she had been. The sight of her beautiful face, waiting for my semen, was too much and it didn't take long before I erupted in ecstasy, shooting my load.

Most of it went into her mouth, the rest ended up on her lips and chin. She swallowed noisily, then wiped her mouth with her hand and licked that clean. It took only a little prompting for her to suck my penis clean, and then she stood up and I gave her a big hug.

"That's my girl! You took it like a champ, didn't you?"

"Yeah. It's really not bad."

"Hey, you wanna watch a movie?"


We climbed into bed , spooning up against each other, and I set my laptop on my lap and started up Clan of the Cave Bear. Throughout the movie I gently massaged her puffy little nipples and her privates, but she didn't seem especially into it; the movie had her enraptured.

The fact that it had sex in it didn't hurt my agenda any. Quest for Fire had more overt nudity and sex in it, but it would have to wait for another day.

By the time the movie finished, Bill could be heard coming into the apartment and Sara leaped off the bed and shut the door to my room, blushing an amazing shade of red. I hurriedly got dressed, but Sara had left all her clothes in her room and was trapped in my room, naked.

We waited there until we heard him rummaging through the kitchen cabinets and I shooed her out the door and into her room, where she shut the door behind her and presumably got dressed.

I casually sauntered out of my room, said, "Hey Bill,", got a grunt in reply, and poured myself a glass of orange juice. Sara came out a minute later, clothed but barefoot, and still blushing somewhat, and sat at the table to start her homework.

Bill took no notice and shut himself in his room. We both breathed a sigh of relief, then grinned at each other. It hadn't really been a close call, but it still sort of counted.

By this point, I had well and truly gone down the slippery slope and was full steam ahead. There was no going back.

Anonymous 16/03/31(Thu)05:46 No. 24166 ID: 1d8528

An update, an update! Regularly but unscheduled! Still great! More we request humbly!

Anonymous 16/04/02(Sat)06:17 No. 24170 ID: 2be6a4

Bump for a great story

Anonymous 16/04/02(Sat)18:05 No. 24171 ID: a3580c

I check back once a few months. Glad you haven't given up on the readers. Keep it up.

Anonymous 16/04/03(Sun)10:12 No. 24172 ID: 9c86ae

I would take a bullet for you, OP. this is beautiful. I'm just waiting for the dude to take the next step into hell.

Wan Shi Tong!!H2L2Z0LGV5 16/04/07(Thu)07:04 No. 24181 ID: 1c7d73

The story has been updated. I am still working on the searching. Right now, it is visible by going to the authors page, and looking through the list for Damocles.

Bkil 16/04/07(Thu)09:59 No. 24183 ID: fd2cdb

Thanks for doing the work to archive this story.

OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 16/04/16(Sat)10:28 No. 24200 ID: 07bd1b

The drive out to the country was long and uneventful; Sara chattered about how dumb and annoying her classmates were and how none of them were nice to her, how cool the caveman movies we'd watched were, how she wanted to make a spear to hunt with, why guys who liked My Little Pony were dumb (I have no idea who she had in mind since boys her age wouldn't be caught dead watching a girl's cartoon and neither Bill or I had ever seen it), and how she needed a 3DS to replace her old DS Lite so she could play the new Pokemon games on it.

This time I'd come better prepared, with enough food and drinks for the entire week, raingear, toilet paper, towels, and other necessities we'd lacked last time. Again, neither of us had brought swim suits, this time deliberately.

Once we got off the pavement onto the gravel road, I decided to be the cool guy again.

"You wanna drive?"

"What? Seriously?!"

"Yeah. Swap seats."

She literally squeed as she got in the driver's seat and I had to make her slow down and listen to instruction as I helped her adjust the seat and steering wheel, taught her how to use the pedals, etc. She got off to a jerky start and I had to fuss at her not to ride the brake with one foot and the gas with the other, but she eventually got the idea and we made our way at a sedate 2 mph until we got to a spot where the road was washed out by recent rain storms and I took over driving again.

We made it to the gate for our property, which I had a hard time unlocking for some reason (maybe the lock was rusty?), then we drove through, locked the gate behind us, and parked the car in a field, which I noticed my dad had apparently mowed the last time he'd been up there.

I recruited Sara in pitching the tent instead of letting her run off and explore on her own, then we unpacked our things, set up a camp fire for later, and surveyed our work.

"Good job, kiddo. Now we can have fun!"

"Whatcha wanna do first?"

"I dunno, what do you wanna do first?"

"Ummmm... last time we played indians, so... you wanna play cavemen?"

Exactly as I predicted.


We both stripped down to just our socks and shoes, tossed our clothes in the tent, and then went running through the woods, grunting, hooting, and beating our chests. We found some long sticks and Sara insisted on making proper spears, so I spent twenty minutes or so with a knife making the ends vaguely pointy without making them dangerously sharp, then we resumed whooping, grunting, and hollering our way through the woods and probably scaring off all the wildlife in a five mile radius. At one point we stopped to throw a bunch of rocks at an invisible sabertooth tiger until it ran away, then we found a vague depression in the ground which Sara immediately declared was an "enemy cave".

"We should attack and steal their fire!"

"But we already have a fire," I pointed out stupidly.

She thought for a moment, then thumped her chest with her fist and waved her spear in a threatening manner.

"Then we should steal their women!"

Now, I want to stop and describe the scene here:

Imagine an adorable 11 year old girl, barely on the cusp of adolescence, naked as a jay bird except for her Reeboks, holding a spear, thumping her chest like Tarzan, and declaring that we should attack a tribe of cavemen and steal their women.

Now do you see why I love her so much?

I immediately agreed that this was a worthy goal, so we charged the 'cave', shouted war cries, stabbed imaginary cavemen with our spears, then clubbed two women apiece, threw them over our shoulders, and ran off back to our 'cave' (the tent) with them and high-fived in victory.

Then Sara seemed to have a fridge moment (you know, that sudden 'wait a minute' thought you have when you get up to go to the fridge during a commercial break and you ponder something about the show or movie you're watching) and asked, "how come cave men steal each other's women?"

Deciding honesty was the best policy, I shrugged and answered, "so they can have sex with them."

"Oh." She paused a moment, then asked, "so how does that work?"

"Well, you saw how they did it in the movies, right?"

She hesitated a moment, then got down on all fours in front of the tent, presenting her hindquarters to me, and looked over her shoulder at me.

"Like this, right?"

"Well, it doesn't have to be like that, but yeah."

She stood up again, then placed her hands on her hips.

"Ok. Then you're a cave man and you just captured me! Now what?"

I grinned and unzipped the tent and ushered her inside; we both shed our shoes and socks as we went in.

"Assume the position, wench!"

I'm pretty sure cavemen said something like that at some point.

She got down on all fours and wiggled her butt at me, and I got down on my knees as my dick immediately became hard enough to penetrate diamond. I gently rubbed between her legs with my fingers and felt the sheer NEED of this moment.

Then she looked over her shoulder again, vague anxiety clear on her face, and asked, "are we gonna have sex for real?"

"Um, no sweety. I don't think you're ready for that yet. We're just gonna pretend."

"Ok," she said, her relief evident.

I continued with the petting until she began to turn pink and moisten up, then I began rubbing the head of my penis up and down her slit. She tensed up and I patted her on the behind and reassured her that we were still just pretending.

"When people have sex, the boy puts his penis in the girl's vagina, right?"

"Sure does."

"And girls are supposed to get wet down there so the boy goes inside easier?"


"But we're not gonna do that now?"

"No, I don't think you're ready, kiddo. We're just gonna pretend we're having sex."

She nodded and stared at the floor of the tent, obviously still a little nervous. I decided to just keep going and let her get used to it, and continued to rub the head of my penis up and down her slit for another minute or so.

"Put your legs together."

She complied, and I slid my penis between her thighs so it was rubbing against her labia and gently grasped her by the waist.

"Ok, I'm gonna pretend we're having sex now. But when I finish, you need to hurry and swallow it all so we don't make a mess in the tent, ok?"


Then I began slowly and gently thrusting in and out between her thighs, the warmth from her crotch adding to the feeling. It was weird... not as warm and definitely not as moist as her mouth, but it certainly fulfilled the primal urge to thrust, and looking down at her in the doggystyle position was absolutely invigorating.

I began to thrust harder, breathing fast, and she rocked forward and back with my thrusts; I had to get her to adjust her thighs several times as she tried to compensate for being jolted back and forth, but I got a good rhythm going and it certainly good.

After a few minutes, I felt myself nearing the end, so I pulled out from between her legs and made her turn around, then I put my dick in her mouth and resumed thrusting, both hands on her head. I admit, maybe I went a little faster and deeper than she was comfortable with, but she took it like a champ and before long I blew my load into her sweet little mouth; it'd been days since she'd last given me release and I'd stopped jerking off ever since we began doing sexual things on a regular basis, so it was a pretty big load too.

I panted, both hands still holding her face to my crotch so she couldn't take my dick out of her mouth, with her on all fours, and waited for my heart to slow down. I could feel the pull on my penis as she swallowed my cum, then she sucked on the head and probed with her tongue to make sure she'd gotten it all.

I pulled out once I'd caught my breath and flopped onto my back on the floor of the tent and she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand before cuddling up next to me.

"Wow. That was great, kiddo."


"Yeah. What did you think?"

She shrugged, but gave no further response.

"Well, you'll like it more when we do it for real. But for now I don't think you're quite ready yet."

Honestly, I had no idea when it was safe for girls to start having sex, and I honestly didn't know if I could even fit inside of her yet. But I had long since decided that she was going to be my first, and I hers. I WOULD have sex with this beautiful little girl. Eventually. When she was old enough.

"I'm hungry. Can we have dinner now?"

Subject changed, I sat up and announced that the hunters had killed a mammoth and we were having mammoth stew for lunch. We both put our shoes back on and emerged naked into the sunlight, set up our folding chairs, and I got the fire started so we could cook up a big can of beef stew. Once it was on the fire, Sara came to sit on my lap and began a very serious discussion about how we should capture a cave bear and teach it to to guard our cave.

Day one of spring break was barely even halfway over, and we had an entire week all to ourselves.

If I was on the highway to hell, I was going full speed ahead and never looking back.

Anonymous 16/04/17(Sun)06:34 No. 24202 ID: 21c801

no way, op i had a feeling i should check back here and I actually saw a story the same day you posted it.

Anonymous 16/04/19(Tue)01:46 No. 24209 ID: d25b59

God bless you OP

Anonymous 16/04/22(Fri)08:53 No. 24216 ID: 2b3fc6

It's my b-day OP. An update would be the best gift ever. Also this shit is golden, I've been following it for years now

Anonymous 16/04/23(Sat)08:51 No. 24217 ID: d5c4ee

:) Hell. Fuckin. YES! NEED MOAR! Nice work, OP!!!

Kryters 16/04/24(Sun)18:37 No. 24222 ID: d9cd14

We demand more ! MOAR dammit.... ( please ).

Anonymous 16/04/26(Tue)10:27 No. 24225 ID: b3aea6

Goddammit OP, I'm a woman and I say she's old enough

Anonymous 16/04/29(Fri)01:01 No. 24232 ID: 2be6a4

Op you are my hero!

Anonymous 16/05/05(Thu)22:30 No. 24246 ID: e0e233


. 16/05/06(Fri)17:15 No. 24252 ID: b0b4df

moar, or i will cut myself i swear !

Anonymous 16/05/07(Sat)18:16 No. 24253 ID: 4c0d78



. 16/05/12(Thu)14:32 No. 24257 ID: 8b52b7

Is posting links allowed ?

If you like 'Roommates' . . .

Anonymous 16/05/17(Tue)12:42 No. 24269 ID: 07f23c

Huh. Thanks for the link, but almost all of those stories are about incest. That's not exactly everyone's cup of tea, even as far as loli lovers go.

Polite sage.

Anonymous 16/05/18(Wed)17:47 No. 24273 ID: 5285f1

OP please just give the people what they want.

24257 . 16/05/20(Fri)17:10 No. 24284 ID: 8a32d5

FapAdvice : His earlier works are the best; i recommend starting at or near the bottom of 'consensual' section.

Anonymous 16/05/23(Mon)17:52 No. 24287 ID: 07f23c

>pretty much everything in the 'consensual' tab is incest
>oldest story is about how "Abby discovers how attractive her father really is and, with the help of her mother, sets about a seduction"

I can't fap to this, bruh

Anonymous 16/06/15(Wed)05:46 No. 24353 ID: 51e94c

We can lot let this die!

OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 16/06/21(Tue)08:33 No. 24373 ID: d1f554


I started this is 2012. Trust me, it's not dying any time soon.


After lunch, we resumed running around the woods again, waving sticks, throwing rocks, and, once we got tired, generally just exploring. We found a vine covered in really cool white-and-purple flowers that Sara immediately wanted to weave a crown out of, so I helped her pick some of the vine and then watched her make what was honestly a pretty cool crown out of it, which she plopped on her head as soon as it was finished.

She looked so beautiful, an innocent, naked girl with porcelain white skin, delicate pink, puffy nipples, her gorgeous blue eyes standing out from the sprinkling of freckles across her face, and that crown of flowers (which I had to look up when we got back; they're passion flowers apparently) perfectly contrasting with her light brown hair.

I must've been staring, because she looked at me funny and said, "what?"

"You're so pretty."

She really was. Her beauty made me ache inside just looking at her.

She blushed and brushed her hair out of her face, smiling slightly as she asked, "really?"


Then she looked down and grinned.

"I guess you really think so."

"Well, if anything is going to be honest about how pretty a girl is, it's my penis."

She laughed and, with no encouragement on my part, got down on her knees and began sucking me off.

I rested my hand on her head, careful not to mess up her flower crown, and gently stroked her hair as she drew me in and out of her amazing little mouth, leaned my head back, and closed my eyes.

This, I was convinced, was how man was meant to live. All the artificiality of the modern world was driving us insane as a species, and if people could just get out into nature more, we could get our collective heads straight.

Especially if pretty young girls gave you blowjobs in the process. I don't see how anyone could worry about production quotas, social cliques, or crime if they just communed with nature and naked preteens. I wonder if anyone has ever seriously proposed that as a means of bringing about world peace?

I kept my eyes closed, reveling in the sensations my body was sending me. The softness of her hair under my hand. The cool breeze whispering through the leaves and kissing my skin, raising goosebumps wherever it touched. The moist warmth of her mouth enveloping my head and part of the shaft, the cool puffs of her breath, the rhythmic bobbing of her head... it all combined into a single, perfect moment, one you always remember but can never experience again, not the same. I didn't even try to hold on to it, that would have ruined the experience; I just let it happen, sighing in absolute contentment.

All good things must come to an end, however, and I felt the tightness in my balls that signaled my impending orgasm. I decided not to warn Sara, partly just to see how she reacted and partly so I wouldn't disturb the perfectness of the moment. Normally I would hold onto her head in case she shied away or tried to take me out of her mouth when I came, but this time I just kept gently stroking her hair and let it happen.

My moan of sheer ecstasy would have told her what was happening, but I think what clued her in first was the waves of hot semen pumping into her mouth. She didn't jerk away like I half-expected, she just stopped moving and held my penis in her mouth until it was done ejaculating.

I opened my eyes, actually feeling a little dizzy from the intensity of my orgasm, just as she pulled me out of her mouth with a slurp and an audible swallow.

"Thanks, sweety. That was great."

She grinned and replied, "Gotta get my vitamins!"

We both laughed and resumed our exploration, pausing for her to brush the dirt and leaves off her knees, and a few minutes later we spotted something.

"Whoa, cool! Is that a porcupine?"

"Sure is. Don't get too close."

"I won't."

She squatted down about five or six feet away from the porcupine, which was gnawing on something and seemed to be making a point of ignoring us.

"I didn't know they got so big! I've never seen a real one..."

"I haven't seen one this close before either, actually."

She pointed at the porcupine as it turned to snuffle at us, exclaiming, "hey, it's got blue eyes! I didn't know they had blue eyes!"

"It sure does." I didn't know that either, but I wasn't going to admit it. I had my cool, knowledgeable adult persona to maintain, after all.

The porcupine eventually got annoyed with us being so close and clambered up a tree, stopping about twenty feet up and then staring down at us while chewing on whatever it had.

"That is so cool. I wish I had a camera, I wanna take a picture."

"We'll have to remember to bring one next time."

Eventually, the porcupine just sitting in a tree staring at us got boring and we resumed our exploration, not seeing any other animals thanks to Sara's constant chattering, but finding all kinds of neat plants and rocks.

After another hour or so of that, we slowly made our way back to the tent and settled inside.

"Hungry, kiddo?"


I wasn't too hungry myself, so I only grabbed a single pouch of Mountain House beef stroganof, grabbed two bowls for us, and set water over the fire to boil, stirring up the coals and adding sticks until the fire was going again. Then I relaxed in my chair and honestly enjoyed the feeling of the breeze blowing over my naked body. Maybe nudists really were onto something.

Sara joined me in her chair, having retrieved her DS from the tent, drew her knees up to her chest (which gave me a perfect view of her beautiful little pussy, freckle on the left lip and all) and began playing.

"Do you know how to find Mewtwo?"

"Which one is that?"


"Yeah, it's in Cerulean Cave."

"Oh, that's the place I couldn't get into before. Thanks."

We ate dinner, then retreated into the tent. Sara sat indian-style in one corner, still playing ("I've got ULTRA balls, why won't you just get inside one?!") while I unrolled the sleeping bags. Then, in a moment of cleverness, I decided to zip the bags together into one big sleeping bag and slid inside.

"Make sure the tent is zipped, or critters will crawl in your shoes."

"What kind of critters?"

"Snakes. Scorpions. I've found both in my shoes."


"So make sure the tent is zipped."

She double-checked, then paused before getting in the sleeping bag with me, her blush reaching her ears.

"I've never slept with anyone naked before."

"Well, first time for everything. Now we get to cuddle all we want."

She slid in, stopping to remove her socks and toss them in the general direction of her shoes, then became the little spoon to my big spoon.

I gently rubbed my hand up and down her side, giving her butt a squeeze, and she giggled, pressing her back against me before getting lost in her game again. I turned on the lantern and pulled out my book (the adventures of a female space captain who got exiled to the ass end of nowhere because her admiral was a total shit and had to deal with smugglers, pirates, and primitive aliens acquiring muskets from clandestine sources. It was actually pretty good.

After a while, I noticed the clacking of buttons had fallen silent and Sara's breathing had gotten shallow and steady, so I reached over to save her game and turn it off, then stuck a dollar bill in my book as a bookmark (whenever I needed lunch money, I just raided my bookshelf; it was usually good for a couple bucks.), turned off the lantern, and put my arm around the bare, but warm, little angel pressed up against me.

What an amazing day. And I had the entire week ahead of me still.

Anonymous 16/06/22(Wed)03:38 No. 24375 ID: c59448

first time poster, wanted to give my thanks

Anonymous 16/06/22(Wed)14:20 No. 24378 ID: 769d56

This thread will be 4 years old in October. Think about that.

Frankly, it's not a good thing. Write the story or don't Damacles. Drop the sword or let us go, just be done with it.

By the way you're showing genuine improvement as a writer, this most recent installment is much improved from the last ones. You got more across without retreading over the same information constantly, which is this work's only tangible flaw. I seriously don't want to hear about this prick's reservation in hell again, we get it, you're courting a prepubescent girl. There are other ways of keeping that fear looming, please explore them.

But you keep doing you either way, just voicing my concern after having browsed this thread off and on since its posting. I don't even read the rest of the board anymore, I just drop in to see if you've finished this every once and a while. My major concern is for the ironic case of blueballs you keep giving your readers.

To not end on a sour note, seriously good chapter. The porcupine scene was genuinely sweet. You captured childlike wonder in a real way. Even though we were all children once, that really isn't easy.

Anonymous 16/06/22(Wed)14:37 No. 24379 ID: 38b793

arigato OP

Anonymous 16/06/22(Wed)21:56 No. 24380 ID: f02b8a

just read up the whole thing in a few hours truly amazing writing even if repetitive at times. youve been doing this for four year that is so awesome i hope you can somehow increase the output rate but no pressure i just hope you actually finish the story soon i need closure hahaha

Anonymous 16/06/22(Wed)23:49 No. 24381 ID: f02b8a

addition i just remembered i found it weird she apparently doesnt have her period yet maybe this could be incorporated in terms of realism

OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 16/06/23(Thu)00:48 No. 24382 ID: 5f83ab


She's loosely based on my wife, who didn't get hers until quite a bit later than her classmates. And yes, it's relevant to the plot.

In fact, late-bloomers were the norm until around WWI; in the 1800's, girls typically didn't get their first period until between the ages of 14 and 17. It's only in the last couple decades that most girls have been getting it as young as 8 or 9, and that's mainly from all the hormones and artificial estrogens that every fucking thing we eat is full of now; that's also why man boobs are a much more prevalent thing than in the past.

Diet and physical activity have more to do with it than anything else; a little girl who does gymnastics or ballet is going to get smaller breasts and later menarch than a girl who sits around the house all day eating Cheetos. Tell me you haven't noticed fat girls hit puberty sooner than skinny girls.

But yeah, there's a reason Sara's breasts are beginning to bud. Even in a story where it takes four years to write less than a year of events occurring, time still passes.


There's also a reason I've dropped the "I'm going to hell for this" bit that used to be in every chapter. Partly because it got old, and partly because the character is moving beyond the point where he feels guilty for his inappropriate relationship with an 11 year old. I intended the change to be subtle, but apparently it was too subtle and nobody noticed the shift. Ah well.

Anonymous 16/06/23(Thu)03:09 No. 24383 ID: f02b8a

That makes sense I guess. Surely it won't be 'pretty' once she gets her period but it will surely make for a nice bonding moment. Speaking of bonding, I noticed the only kisses there are are given to her forehead. I can't wait till they actually kiss each other and get even more intimate like that. But as you wrote, the week of the trip has only started. Anticipation is killing me hehe.

Anonymous 16/06/26(Sun)17:54 No. 24389 ID: a7ee73

So I'm new to /elit/ as a whole. I came here expecting poorly written wish-fulfillment smut about anything and everything. And then there was this. And now I'm just waiting for more. I mean, sure, I might poke around a bit more, but I honestly don't expect to find anything that can come close to this.
So good job Damocles, you've ruined an entire board for someone before they even got to sink their teeth into it.

Keep up the good work, and I'm looking forward to next chapter.

Bkil 16/06/27(Mon)07:36 No. 24391 ID: ef464c

Don't be so quick to think you won't be able to find anything comparable to this. There are quite a lot of good stories on this board, on asstr.org and other sites too.

Anonymous 16/06/27(Mon)09:29 No. 24392 ID: 4c0d78


Different person than who you're replying to. While I know what you're saying about asstr, it really sucks having to wade through all the shit.

Anonymous 16/06/27(Mon)14:28 No. 24393 ID: 98fd99

Not to mention how shitty the navigation and search functions are

Anonymous 16/06/27(Mon)15:26 No. 24394 ID: 07f23c

There's other good stories on this board, yes - but stories of this calibre are rare. I've been lurking here since 2007, and I can remember maybe two or three stories that made me keep coming back as much as this one.

The Book of David was one of them. Hate Sex and that story about the Bill Kaulitz-lookalike crossdressing emo kid kept me hungry for updates, too. But other than those, I can't remember anything else here that managed to hold my attention for more than a month.

And as >>24392 said: the asstr.org layout sucks.

Anonymous 16/06/28(Tue)10:30 No. 24395 ID: 224a77

OP, please give this girl more orgasms for gods sake! I appreciate all you are doing, honestly I do, especially since ive been here since before i started college all the way up to my recent graduation. But come on m8, im getting tired of reading about how he always jizzes into her mouth! Give her more orgasms too. That shit is the absolute best stuff to read. Maybe even have him give HER oral or something? Just random ideas from an anon who likes his elit.

OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 16/06/29(Wed)15:49 No. 24399 ID: efecb8

I woke up with something heavy on top of me and blinked at the morning sunlight filtering through the nylon roof above me. Looking down I saw a tangle of Sara's light brown, almost blonde, hair sticking out the top of the sleeping bag, right where my chest was.

I slid one hand down her smooth back, cupping her butt and squeezing gently, and told her it was to get up. No response. I jostled her and repeated myself, a bit louder this time.


"Yuh-huh. C'mon, time to get up, kiddo."


"Seriously, I really have to pee."

She stuck her head out of the sleeping bag, blinking sleepily, and dug her chin into my chest uncomfortably. After a moment, she responded, "I do too," but didn't make a move to get up.

I unzipped the two sleeping bags and peeled them apart, revealing her naked body lying on top of mine. She blushed adorably as she sat up, and I kissed her forehead and said, "good morning."

I slid on my socks and shoes while she dug around in the supplies for a bit, then grabbed her own shoes and socks and followed me out of the tent. For some reason she'd grabbed the roll of toilet paper I'd brought along; maybe she had to poop too.

I led her into the trees, selected a bush, and began peeing directly onto an ant hill I spotted beneath it, sighing in relief. Emptying your bladder really did feel almost as good as emptying your balls.

Sara went around to the other side of the bush and squatted down, spreading herself open with one hand. Then she turned that cute shade of red again when she noticed me looking and said, "don't look!"

"What? I see you naked all the time."

"I'm peeing!"


"I can't go if you're watching me!"

I shrugged and turned around, enjoying the feel of the breeze rustling through the trees and blowing across my naked body and waited until she sounded finished. I turned back around to see her wrapping her hand in toilet paper until it resembled a baseball glove and stick it between her legs.

"What do you need so much toilet paper for?"

"You're not a girl; you wouldn't get it."

Well, that was a valid point. I watched her make two more catcher's mitts to wipe herself with, content with at least solving the mystery of why we went through toilet paper so quickly. It always seemed like my mother and sister could go through an entire roll in a single day, and this went a long way to explaining why.

Finished, I had Sara toss the roll back in the tent and asked what she wanted to do today.

"Let's go swimming!"

It was already getting warm and seemed like it was going to be hotter than the day before, so I thought this was an excellent idea. Leading her down to the pond, I stripped off my socks and shoes and stood on the little dock waiting as she did the same, remembering the last time we'd been here.

Both of us completely nude, I announced, "Race you!" and ran off the end of the dock, jumping in with a huge splash. Touching bottom, I quickly rose to the surface with a gasp and shook myself. It felt great!

Sara, meanwhile, had let me jump in all by myself and was carefully dipping one toe into the water.

"C'mon, it feels great!"

"No, it's cold!"

She sat down on the end of the dock and hesitantly dunked her feet into the water, then perched on the very edge slowly lowering herself in and making funny faces the entire time.

So naturally I grabbed her by the wrists and hauled her into the water.

She popped up laughing and slapped me on the chest, and we soon began swimming around the pond, splashing, and generally having a good time. We played around for a good hour or so before I sat on a big rock near the edge of the pond to catch my breath.

Sara waded over to join me and climbed into my lap, trying to find a ticklish spot and not succeeding much. I grabbed her by the hands and held her arms up above her head with one hand while my other hand went to work on her, tickling her all over. She writhed and giggled, straddling me to keep from falling deeper into the water while trying to escape my grasp. No such luck.

"Stooooop!" she said, still laughing. I relented and released her hands, and she lay against my chest, head on my shoulder, as she caught her breath, still grinning. I put my arms around her in a hug while she panted in my ear, still giggling every so often.

After she'd caught her breath, I found one of my hands wandering down her back, slipping over her thigh, and between her legs. She raised herself up a little to give me better access, and I gently rubbed my hand up and down her soft, pillowy labia.

After a minute or two of this, she settled down into my lap, making it hard to pet her, smiled, and said, "kiss me."

I gave her a peck on the forehead and she shook her head.


I kissed the tip of her nose and she shook her head again. Not good enough. I kissed her on the cheek.

She tilted her chin up toward me, closed her eyes, and pursed her lips. Well, who am I to disappoint the little lady? I puckered up and planted my lips against hers, awkwardly mashing our noses together at first until I tilted my head slightly to one side.

C'mon, give me a break; I'd never given a girl a real kiss before. Hell, I'd never even been kissed by a girl before this, Sara included.

I broke off the kiss and she opened her eyes, grinning dreamily.

"I never had a real kiss before."

"That was my first real kiss too, kiddo."

She leaned in to embrace me again, then, to my surprise, began moving her hips; straddling me like she was, the length of my rapidly growing erection went right into her slit, flanked on either side by her labia, and she began rubbing herself up and down its length, grinding her pelvis against my dick as she dry humped me.

Well, as much as you can dry hump someone while shoulder-deep in a pond and her pussy is the bun to your hot dog. I'm sure there's a technical term for it, probably in German since they seem good at inventing terms for everything.

She bit her lip as she began grinding herself against my dick even harder, which was honestly a little uncomfortable for me but I wasn't about to complain. The contrast between her warm crotch and the cold water certainly made for an interest feeling. This only lasted another minute or so before she seemed to get frustrated and quit moving her hips though.

"Help me."

I put each hand under an armpit, flipped her around to face the other way, and then put my hand between her legs and began rubbing up and down her slit vigorously. I felt around and found where her clit was hiding, pinching its hood between my fingers as I began stroking her up and down, adding a little circular motion as I went.

Her legs hooked themselves around mine and she grabbed my free hand in both of hers, squeezing hard as her breathing turned into panting again. I picked up the pace and she started making this adorable little squeak as she panted, squirming in my lap, biting her lip as she began making high-pitched little moans.

I took my hand that wasn't busy playing roast beef DJ and began rubbing her left nipple with it. She squeezed my hand tighter, her squeaks and moans getting more constant, until she suddenly squeezed my legs hard with hers, arched her back, and let out a long, high moan in the back of her throat, holding it for several seconds before collapsing into my arms and panting for breath.

I stood and lifted her out of the water onto the dock, where she sprawled on the wooden planks, legs spread and crotch a dark red to match the lighter flush across her face. I climbed out and lay down next to her, belatedly remembering the towels I'd left in the tent. Oh well, we air dried last time, we could do it again.

She finally caught her breath and rolled over to hug me, so I put my arms around her and kissed her forehead again.

"Did that feel good?"

She nodded.

"That felt great."

"No problem, kiddo. I like it when you feel good."

I lay there for probably a good twenty minutes, watching the clouds slowly float by overhead between the branches of the trees, just holding her.

"I'm glad you're my boyfriend."

I looked down at her and she tilted her head up to look at me, her beautiful smile making her entire face light up like an angel's.

"I'm glad you're my girlfriend too."

"Kiss me again?"


She sat upright, and I sat up and and we awkwardly kissed each other on the lips again. She broke off first this time, giggling and looking at me with a little embarrassment.

"We'll practice that."


"Meanwhile," I said, looking at my crotch pointedly, "think I can have a turn now?"

She nodded knowingly and took my still hard-as-a-rock penis into her mouth and went to work. I rested one hand on the back of her head as I leaned back, watching the clouds again as I felt the exquisite warmth and moistness of her perfect little mouth around my cock.

The blowjob felt great, but she wasn't going very deep this time, and when she didn't respond to my request I gently pushed her head down a little further on my dick. She stopped moving her head and waited until I quit pushing, then resumed sucking me off, remaining at the new depth.

"Good girl," I whispered. "Just a little faster."

She complied, paused briefly to take my dick out of her mouth and rotate her head (her neck was probably getting sore again), then resumed sucking at the faster speed. I closed my eyes and reveled in the sensation probably for another five minutes before I felt that tightness again.

"Ok sweetie, here it comes..."

She pulled all but the head out of her mouth and held it there as I came.

"Don't swallow yet."


"Lemme see."

She carefully pulled my dick the rest of the way out of her mouth and sat up, looking at me with a slightly puzzled expression, cheeks bulged comically.

"Say aaaaaah!"


She opened her mouth wide and I saw my jizz all over her tongue. If I hadn't just blown my load, that would have given me an instant hard on again.


She swallowed and tackled me in a big bear hug, which I returned.

"Good job, sweetie."

We just lay there in each other's arms, looking up at the trees and the sky above them, reveling in the moment.

Finally, she lifted her head up and asked, "so where's the final boss?"


"In Pokemon. You have to fight the guy from the original games, right? Where is he?"

"Um... Mount Silver."

"Ick. I hate caves. Getting Mewtwo was bad enough."

"Well, at least this one isn't full of Zubats."

"Thank God. I hate those things."

"Everyone does."

I slowly got to my feet and put my socks and shoes back on, while she followed suit, then we headed back to the tent, hand in hand.

This was certainly a weird relationship, but it was amazing how well we got along.

Anonymous 16/06/29(Wed)21:00 No. 24400 ID: f7d406

Thank you for the update, it's nice she got to orgasm but I gotta say overall I was a bit underwhelmed by this new part. It seems like just a repeat of older stories. I guess that's bound to happen considering this is written over the span of 4 years but it's still a bit disappointing. I guess now that I have to wait for updates instead of just constantly reading I expect more things to happen, stuff to progress faster. I still appreciate the update though and hope you'll continue writing.

Anonymous 16/07/08(Fri)03:08 No. 24417 ID: 224a77

Hell yeah! Thats what I'm taking about! Keep on keeping on, my brother. This is good stuff! Also, I think it's time for some oral on HER, don't you think?

Anonymous 16/07/14(Thu)15:08 No. 24431 ID: c25031


Seconding this. I've actually been wondering when it will happen, as she really deserves it as well. I'm hoping it's worth all wait.

Anonymous 16/07/16(Sat)17:59 No. 24443 ID: 224a77

Im wondering how long the fans need to wait for an update! And also, where did everyone go? It seems this last update drew fewer people than usual... Dont lose your motivation though, OP! Keep on doin it! Don't stop!

Anonymous 16/07/16(Sat)23:10 No. 24444 ID: c7356c

just gonna say much enjoyed

Anonymous 16/07/18(Mon)00:38 No. 24456 ID: bdca5b

The ass should fit right .

Anonymous 16/07/21(Thu)10:01 No. 24472 ID: dd4a56


I came from a thread on librechan to read the rest of the story, as the ASSTR page did not have the whole thing there, but I have to say, Damocles, you are an amazing author. I know I'm just parroting what others have said, but I do like the way you handle your characters. They may not be completely fleshed out, but they sure are realistic and the slow burn on the "sex" is just perfect. I would agree with others, however that it does seem to be a bit repetitive, at least in the most recent submissions, but, you seem to be able to tie things together, so I trust that you have a plan with that.

Anyway, I wanted to say that this is an amazing story, probably ranking among the top five erotic stories that I've read. Everything feels 5 times more amazing because I can really put myself in place of the male main character and my imagination is so vivid about these settings and events. I really want to go visit the cabin out in the boonies (I imagine it's in the mountains, but I don't remember where exactly where it was). I have a 1080p visual of what Sara looks like. Everything is just so real and genuine, but I will say that the main character is one lucky son of a bitch. I probably would have been caught by this point.

I know it might take a while, but I'm bookmarking this page and checking every day. I'm excited for the next installment.

OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 16/07/29(Fri)01:32 No. 24515 ID: 07bd1b


>the main character is one lucky son of a bitch


styxarcher 16/07/30(Sat)09:47 No. 24522 ID: d8a70d

OP just lost his mind... That or someone is getting fucked.

Anonymous 16/07/30(Sat)13:00 No. 24524 ID: 07f23c

Considering all the foreshadowing that he's been doing since the very first post... D:

In b4 the story's very first penetration scene is going to involve Bubba (please OP, don't do that D:)

Anonymous 16/07/31(Sun)14:48 No. 24530 ID: cbad8b

Time to get raped by a dick the size of a coke can?

Anonymous 16/08/01(Mon)02:38 No. 24533 ID: 11b66a

No, it'll be a nice and gentle love making, I'm sure. This is too cute to do otherwise.

Anonymous 16/08/01(Mon)06:17 No. 24534 ID: cbad8b


No no, I was referring to a comment the protagonist made much earlier in the story. When he was still terrified of getting caught and ending up in jail, who would then get to meet Bubba, so to speak. Of course I hope for your outcome, but... yeah.

styxarcher 16/08/07(Sun)12:07 No. 24560 ID: 46aa6a

Aint nothing nice about bubba going in the back way.

Anonymous 16/08/21(Sun)18:59 No. 24625 ID: e97db8

This needs a bump back to page one.

Also would love to see Sara get knocked up at the end of this

Anonymous 16/08/24(Wed)01:46 No. 24629 ID: 07f23c

>knocked up
She's eleven. She's still flat-chested, and it's all but outright stated that she hasn't had her first period yet, either.

Unless the author's going to do a timeskip of several years, getting Sara pregnant would be unrealistic and generally a bad idea.

OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 16/08/24(Wed)09:31 No. 24631 ID: 6683c5


"Hey, my 11 year old sister is suddenly pregnant and you're the only dude around. You, uh, wouldn't know anything about it, would you?"

*protagonist dives through a window, suffering severe lacerations in the process, rolls to his feet, and takes off running for the countryside*

".... that didn't answer my question."

Anonymous 16/08/24(Wed)09:55 No. 24632 ID: 145cba

No no no . No time travel. You add time travel and this whole god-damed so perfect of a story becomes the book " The Door Into Summer" by Robert A. Heinlein. Granted I love his work in sci-if but roommates is so much More than that!

Anonymous 16/08/24(Wed)20:52 No. 24634 ID: 4e3ab2

is this canon now? xD

Anonymous 16/08/25(Thu)03:28 No. 24635 ID: 224a77

We need more content in this thread!

OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 16/08/26(Fri)04:56 No. 24641 ID: 6683c5


>confused feelings when someone compares your story about a college student molesting a prepubescent girl to Robert Heinlein, one of the most inspirational sci-fi authors of all time

On the one hand, it's flattering as hell. On the other hand, Heinlein was into some weird shit. Time Enough For Love was too much for me. Like, fucking your own opposite-gender underage clone? Going back in time and fucking your mother while she's pregnant with you? Nope! The farthest I'll go is a dude jizzing in a little girl's mouth, that's far enough for me, thanks.


I'm working on it. I mostly write new chapters when I'm bored/feel the urge, so I gotta be in the right mood. Also, people are complaining that it's repetitive, which unfortunately is a necessary evil at this stage. I bet that by the time they're having sex on a regular basis, people will be complaining that, "ho hum, they're having sex again, so repetitive". Kinda kills my motivation to write, especially if most of the sexual activity going on in the immediate future consists of blowjobs and such before they move on to the next stage in their relationship.

OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 16/08/26(Fri)04:59 No. 24642 ID: 6683c5


I mean, when you were in high school, did you complain about how 'repetitive' it was if your girlfriend sucked your dick twice a week? Hell no, you came and you asked for another.

So if you're whacking off to this story like most people, what the hell are you complaining about? Sex scenes are sex scenes, they're not necessarily where most of the character and story development come from.

Anonymous 16/08/26(Fri)05:39 No. 24643 ID: 0cf92e

Problem is, this thread's been up for FOUR FUCKING YEARS at this point. What you write is good, but it's just too fucking slow.
Also, don't get snippy because people are criticising you. Be glad that there are people who care enough about your self-indulgent amateur pedo fapfiction to complain about the bits they don't like, in the hopes that it'll improve.

The absolute worst thing you can do is get arrogant and believe that your story is perfect and anybody who says otherwise is wrong. No story is ever perfect, every work of fiction has flaws and every writer has areas they can improve in, even if they've been writing for fifty goddamn years and won ALL the awards.

And you're goddamn right people will complain when they're going steady, because this is the fucking internet and people will complain about anything.

Anonymous 16/08/26(Fri)08:25 No. 24644 ID: a886ca

While I don't agree with how this guy went about it, his message is sincere and valid. Obviously you're doing this for free and we have no control over how you write it, however when the people who presumably have been reading your shit for the aforementioned years you've been writing it, it's probably not just to shit on you.

Sure, everything you've written so far has been a joy to read and fap to, no questions asked, but if you asked me "Would you prefer we do another blowjob chapter or one where we advance the sexual relationship?" I'm gonna go for the second, just like how if a guy was asked by his girlfriend if he wants another blowjob or does he wanna go all the way tonight, of course the motherfucker loved that blowjob. If it was the choice between blowjob or nothing of fucking course the guy would love to keep getting the blowjob. But between the blowjob and something new? Different story.

If it was up to the guy he'd be doing anal already. We naturally want more, want it to go farther, etc etc, are we gonna say "GIVE US VAGINAL SEX OR STOP WRITING" of course not, we're not retarded but if you wanna know what would make us even happier, we're telling ya. Are we gonna be happy with whatever you put out? Yeah if you keep up the quality you've been doing and it doesn't seem like you're suddenly gonna go to shit, we're gonna like it.

Storyteller95 16/08/26(Fri)10:36 No. 24645 ID: b1488a

Unlike some other posters I'm not going to be an ass about it but I really hope that contrary to your early post you will eventually go further than him jizzing in her mouth. Take your own time getting there though as the long as the quality keeps being top notch. I'm sure there are people out there who think MY pacing between sex scenes is glacial.

Ride the walrus. Anonymous coward 16/08/26(Fri)18:13 No. 24648 ID: 4d7ccb

I cant disgree with above posters, LTReader, FTPoster. Comments like above are devoted readers venting re lack of progression of story. We love it and love wot u write. We sometimes check for updates daily . . . I'd love to see how many hits this page gets daily. </end rants>

OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 16/08/28(Sun)06:40 No. 24653 ID: 6683c5


Oh, this train has a long way to go before the end of the line. I'm just making the pacing conform to realism and character development rather than something like this:



But anyway, since I'm only in moderate pain now and no longer medicated out the ass, I figure updates will occur more often and we can proceed at a somewhat faster pace.

Anonymous 16/08/28(Sun)09:11 No. 24654 ID: 145cba

As long as the story is in liner intime I have no problem with it. It is realistic as far as the time frame goes, I mean honestly if he pushes it now she might not trust enough for more deeper context and content as the story progresses. And it's cute. Girls that age worry about image and love ,etc ,etc. And I'm at
Least 98% sure she knows the whole vitamin stick ( lame pun) is false provided this story is not in 1972 before computers. For real what kid does not have a smart phone and google these days. I have been watch this story for years...OP keep up the great work. As an ass man I know the value of waiting for something good.

Anonymous 16/08/29(Mon)10:45 No. 24655 ID: 58c98a

Cool story bro. Seriously, had a great time reading.

styxarcher 16/09/01(Thu)10:00 No. 24659 ID: fe010e

I'm wondering how long does it take you to write a chapter? With editing and the like.

Anonymous 16/09/01(Thu)22:17 No. 24660 ID: 30ae27

Excellent story -- always worth the wait!

Anonymous 16/09/06(Tue)05:28 No. 24665 ID: 7b76a4

Im dying for an update op!

Anonymous 16/09/18(Sun)21:50 No. 24680 ID: 5a335c


This, dear OP, http://oglaf.com/blank-page/
comes to mind...

styxarcher 16/10/04(Tue)07:58 No. 24701 ID: 3c8285


We need you! Come back to us.

Anonymous 16/10/08(Sat)09:23 No. 24707 ID: 2b3fc6

Please come back to us OP

OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 16/10/24(Mon)10:01 No. 24769 ID: 60e3b1


Still alive, trying to get myself in the mood to write.

So do we want the story to move faster, or keep the same pace? This is as much about developing their relationship as it is about fap material.

Anonymous 16/10/24(Mon)17:25 No. 24770 ID: 454e92


fasterrrrrr, but not too fast either of course. There's been plenty of oral now, it's time to slowly move into some penetration.
Praise be upon you.

Anonymous 16/10/25(Tue)19:04 No. 24778 ID: 63cef9

As far as their physical intimacy, I don't think it needs to progress any "faster." Some complications or explorations might be fun, such as a close-call with Bill almost discovering their secret, or learning about something new that Sara likes (sexually, or not). Ultimately, it is their relationship and circumstances that really make the story special.

I don't think most readers want you to "rush to the finish". I think we just wish you'd post more often!

Anonymous 16/10/25(Tue)23:09 No. 24780 ID: f25c62


I like the current pace I just wish there were more updates. I think we all understand you're busy with the apocalypse and all though.

Anonymous 16/10/26(Wed)19:57 No. 24782 ID: 224a77

Still waiting around. God, I wish a new fucking update would happen.

Anonymous 16/10/26(Wed)19:59 No. 24783 ID: 224a77

I think we need to speed things up a little. The actual sex needs to end up happening after four years, don't you think? Or, you know, maybe he could give her some oral? Mix things up a little? Just my ideas. Hope to see an update at some point soon, OP!

styxarcher 16/10/27(Thu)08:22 No. 24786 ID: effddb

Faster then now, but not to fast.

OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 16/11/01(Tue)07:56 No. 24790 ID: 63663e


Ok, I'll speed up the pace of the story a little.

But not too much; after a certain point, the story will go much faster and I don't want it to be TOO rushed.

I've outlined the next chapter, just have to get in the writing mood to flesh it out and post it.

Anonymous 16/11/03(Thu)01:28 No. 24796 ID: 9d56f7

hey op, how old would sara be now???

Anonymous 16/11/03(Thu)05:58 No. 24797 ID: a0109c


Pretty sure, as of the last part, Sara is still explicitly described as 11. I don't think there have been any significant time skips at this point.

OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 16/11/04(Fri)06:42 No. 24798 ID: 6683c5


Correct. So far, less than a year has passed; the main character has gone through the first semester of his freshman year and is currently in spring break of his second semester.

Working on the new chapter now. Don't wait up.

Anonymous 16/11/04(Fri)18:08 No. 24801 ID: c45da4


It doesn't have to leap into the territory the link goes, merely the slippery slope should escalate a touch.

She's been dry humped a bit previous, and just prior the "roast-beef DJ".

Maybe a single finger for her to ride? Gradually working her way up to two, and then maybe... just maybe...

Anonymous 16/11/12(Sat)00:14 No. 24811 ID: 9d56f7

well since trump won i feel we deserve to see sara get fucked hard to prepare her for the real world.

Anonymous 16/11/13(Sun)00:43 No. 24814 ID: 07f23c

Yeah, keep your horrible ideas to yourself buddy.

OP, please just stick to what you already had in mind. This is easily the best loli story on elit, and it'd be horrible if this would get ruined because of politics, Trump hysteria, or other kinds of bullshit.

styxarcher 16/11/16(Wed)06:33 No. 24817 ID: e2f2dd

Can we instead get a story about trump ass fucking you?

OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 16/11/16(Wed)22:17 No. 24819 ID: 07bd1b


I voted for Trump.

*watches anon's head explode*

What? Did you think I was posting from a post-apocalyptic future as a joke?

New chapter nearly done; some might get a little pissy because of how it speeds up the story, others might appreciate it. We'll see how it goes.

OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 16/11/16(Wed)22:28 No. 24820 ID: 07bd1b


Anon slammed the door to his apartment and fumed. Trump won the election?! How?! The Democrats had been so careful to constantly attack, belittle, and marginalize the majority of Americans, their victory had been all but assured!

He was just about to head to the kitchen for a snack when he heard a footstep behind him. Whirling around in surprise, he was shocked to see Donald Trump standing in his apartment, pointing a gold-plated Desert Eagle right at him.

"H-how did you get in here?!"

"I bought your apartment building. Since I now own it, I can enter any apartment I want, whenever I want, for an inspection. To make sure you're complying with the tenant rules."

Trump shakes his head in disappointment and points at the litter box in the corner of the living room.

"You've been a bad boy. You know pets aren't allowed; that was a condition of your lease."

"I'll get rid of the cat! I was just keeping it for a friend, honest! I swear!"

Gesturing with the gun, Trump forced Anon to walk into the bedroom.

"As per the new conditions of your lease, the penalty for violating the rules has increased. I'm gonna make these apartments great again, but to do that I'm gonna have to crack down on violators. Get on the bed."

Kneeling on the bed, Anon looked over his shoulder as Trump unbuckled the pants on his $5,000 suit.

"W-what are you gonna do to me?!"

"I'm gonna fuck you in the ass, and you're gonna pay for it. Your lease is going up $100 a month."

"W-wait, you're not serious! A-are you?"

Trump positioned himself behind Anon and replied, "Bite the pillow, I'm going in dry. Oh, and just to warn you..."

Trump leaned in and whispered into Anon's ear.

"It's gonna be yuge."

Anon spent the next six weeks ranting on his blog about how much his ass hurt, but nobody cared because America was great again.

The End

styxarcher 16/11/16(Wed)23:15 No. 24821 ID: 55419d

I... I am speechless, humored, and honored that you did my request.

Thank you OP.

Anonymous 16/11/30(Wed)17:54 No. 24831 ID: a3580c


Ooh yes, part 2 please.

Anonymous 16/12/03(Sat)06:16 No. 24832 ID: 889f02

Still waiting on an update... It's an abstract kind of hell

Anonymous 16/12/14(Wed)09:16 No. 24839 ID: 99f2bb

Trump is not the end of this story is he!? The story started long before the political $&@? And will hopefully last long afterward. Let get some action up in this girl!

styxarcher 16/12/14(Wed)11:01 No. 24840 ID: e27c42

Please OP we need to know what happens!

OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 16/12/17(Sat)04:30 No. 24842 ID: 70c1d0

Hope everyone is ok with the way I jump ahead in the story. You guys seem to like the slow burn, but at this point it IS getting a little repetitive, so there's going to be a time skip to advance the plot further without needlessly dragging it out or going over the same territory.


Relaxing in the tent, she played her DS while I read my book, and we passed a couple of hours just enjoying each other's company. After getting to a good stopping spot, I closed my book and stretched, staring up at the ceiling of the tent. It was probably about time to start cooking lunch, I thought.

I glanced over at Sara, who was laying atop her sleeping bag on her stomach, engrossed in her game, legs bent so her feet hovered over her butt. She really did look like a beautiful china doll, with her milky pale skin, though the sun shining through the fabric of the tent lent an odd green tone to the light.

I reached over with one hand and gently ran it down her back, along the curve of her butt, and back. She glanced at me with a smile, then returned to her game. I continued to gently run my hand up and down her spine for a while, then slid my fingertips over and ran them along her ribcage, approaching her armpit. She shuddered and looked at me again, grinning, so I took that as encouragement and tickled her where she was sensitive.

She giggled, "stoooop!" and I made a loud "RAARRRR!" and pounced on her, sitting on her butt and upper legs to pin her down as I tickled her mercilessly with both hands. Cackling, she squirmed about helplessly, and I redoubled my efforts, tickling her all over while I ignored her pleas for mercy.

Eventually I let her out from under me and she spun around on her back and retaliated by tackling me and trying to pin me down.

"Oh no, she's got me!"

She straddled my chest and tried to pin both my arms down, but discovered that her skinny eleven year old girly arms were no match for a guy two feet taller who sorta kinda kept in shape, so she switched tactics and tried to pin one arm down with both hands while I tickled her with the other.

Eventually, she surrendered, unable to prevent me from tickling her with at least one hand no matter how she tried to wrestle with me and we snuggled up together, panting for breath.

After a brief while, she noticed I was getting a boner and, without any prompting from me, grabbed my penis with one hand and began stroking it.

"Mmm, I think you've found a better strategy," I joked.

She smirked, then sat up and took my dick in both hands, jerking me until I was fully erect and then switching to sucking. I ran my hand up and down her spine as her little head bobbed up and down, and reflected that this truly was paradise.

After a few minutes of sucking, I blew my load into her mouth and she dutifully swallowed, sitting up and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, grinning.

"Good job, sweetie."

She turned to face me, leaning back on her elbows and spreading her legs, inviting me to return the favor. I decided to try something new.

Sitting up, I knelt in front of her and leaned over, putting my face in her crotch.

"What are you doing?"

"I wanna try something, see if you like it."


I sniffed her crotch, not really getting anything other than that generic girl-smell since we'd washed off in the pond, and experimentally stuck my tongue out and licked her labia.

"EW! What are you doing?!"

"I told you, I wanna try something."

"That's gross!"

"How is it gross?"

"You're LICKING me!"

"You suck on my penis and swallow my semen."

"That's different!"

"How is it different?"

"... it just is."

"Just let me try it, and if you don't like it then I'll stop."

"... fine."

I stuck my tongue out again and ran it along her labia a few more times, then tried to locate her clit with the tip of my tongue and wiggle it around. She shuddered and crab-walked back a few inches away from me.

"Nuh-uh, that feels weird and gross, we're not doing it!"

Disappointed and feeling kind of like I failed her somehow, I sat up and patted my lap, inviting her to sit in it. She complied and I went back to the tried-and-true method, running my fingers up and down her slit and around her clit until she was flushed and breathing heavily. Before long, she was starting to moisten up and I asked, "you like that better?"


She spread her legs further and angled her hip to give me better access, encouraging me to continue. And continue I did, but I still felt like trying something new with her.

So while I rubbed in circles around her clit with one hand, I rubbed the index finger of my other hand along her slit until it was slick with her juices, then probed around for the entrance to her holy-of-holies. Finding it, I began probing around her vagina and gently, very gently, inserted my finger up to the first knuckle.

It was an odd sensation; my fingertip encountered a wet, hot, sponginess, and there was a tight ring or something around my finger. I moved my fingertip in and out slowly, feeling that ring flex back and forth with it.

Sara opened her eyes and sat up straight, putting one hand on top of mine.

"What's wrong?"


"Do you not like it?"

"Yes... and no. It feels good and uncomfortable at the same time."

That was about the moment where I clued in that that tight ring was her hymen and the discomfort was probably because I was stretching it. I pulled my finger out and stuck to just the heavy petting and she settled down again, panting heavily and leaning into me. Just a few minutes later she squeezed her toes into fists and held my knees in a death grip with her hands, gasping for breath and turning that adorable shade of pink. Her crotch was a dark, angry red, making the freckle on her left lip disappear entirely.



We cuddled together for a few more minutes while she caught her breath, then we emerged from the tent and I cooked us some SPAM sandwiches.

"Wanna go swimming again?"

"Sure, it's pretty hot. Let's grab our towels this time though."

We grabbed our shoes and towels and wandered down to the pond, swam around for an hour or so, then dried off and returned to the tent, both of us deciding it was time for a nap without actually discussing it.

It was too hot to sleep inside the sleeping bags, so we just cuddled up on top of them and dozed off.

Not even twenty minutes later, though, and I was awakened by a gunshot. Then another.

I sat up, prompting Sara to sleepily complain, and I told her to get dressed. Confused, she moved slowly to comply while I scrambled to get into my clothes and stuck my head out the tent.

Those shots had been from nearby. In fact, I bet I knew where they came from.

Telling Sara to stay in the tent, I stepped out and walked into the trees about a hundred yards, toward my dad's tree stand.

I didn't see anyone, but there was a collection of empty beer cans and two spent casings under the tree; .257 Roberts, a caliber I'd never even heard of and definitely not one my dad used. Nor did he drink. Nor was it hunting season. Someone was trespassing on our property and poaching.

I found blood on the ground right on the game trail my dad's stand overlooked, as well as footprints and drag marks; someone had shot something, either a deer or a pig, and dragged it off. And they couldn't have gotten very far.

Which meant someone was on our property. They had a gun and were possibly drunk. They were there illegally, and hunting illegally. Meaning that if I stumbled across them, they might be dangerous and decide that shooting some young punk and dumping him in a ditch somewhere was preferable to jail time.

More importantly, Sara and I were wandering around the place naked as jaybirds, and I was getting blowjobs from a prepubescent girl in front of God and mother nature. What if the guy saw us and decided to phone it in, while conveniently leaving out what he'd been doing on our property in the first place?

No, this was a bad situation. A really bad situation. Heart pounding and palms suddenly slick with sweat, I returned to the tent and told Sara to pack her things.

"What? Why?"

"There's somebody out here poaching, he might be dangerous. We need to go into town and call the game warden."

I deliberately left out the 'he might catch me having all kinds of illegal sexual contact with a minor' part, but she seemed equally afraid of someone knowing what we were doing and had her things packed in record time, though I had to help her roll up her sleeping bag properly.

I then dismantled the tent, tossed everything in the car, and, locking the gate behind us, drove into town. Once I had cell phone reception, I called my dad to make sure it wasn't a friend or relative, then called the game warden and told him about the poacher on our property.

Great. Spring break was ruined. Some asshole doing illegal shit on our land, and now a trout trooper wandering around the place, meant that Sara and I couldn't continue our sexy naked fun time without a serious risk of getting caught.

I drove home, bitterly resentful of getting cockblocked and having my spring break ruined only a couple days in, and walked into the apartment to a surprised Bill sitting on the couch in his boxers watching Jackass, the only tv show named after its target audience. I explained why we were back early, leaving out the part about how I was worried about getting caught with my dick in his little sister's mouth, and put all my camping gear away.

We spent the rest of spring break playing video games and watching movies, but both Sara and I were definitely disappointed at how things had turned out. And with Bill in the apartment the entire time, we couldn't do anything sexual, and didn't even indulge in wrestling or tickle fights in case Bill found that to be questionable behavior.

In short, the rest of spring break wasn't awful, but it was definitely a disappointment.

Shortly after classes started again, Sara wandered in in her usual morning attire, night shirt and panties (pink with a teddy bear holding a heart right above her crotch), and croaked that she felt sick. I felt her head and she felt fine, but I commented that she might be a little warm and Bill said it was ok for her to stay home if she was sick. She nodded, playing it up for all she was worth, barely picked at her breakfast, and then laid down on the couch and made a show of coughing.

Bill and I put away our dishes, he poured Sara a glass of orange juice, and he grabbed his backpack and headed to class. My first class wasn't for another hour or so, and I headed into my room to grab my stuff and make sure I had my assignment.

When I turned around, Sara was standing in the doorway grinning, nightshirt in her hand, and she took my answering smile as her cue to drop it along with her panties and crawl into my bed.

Screw it, if she's skipping school, so am I. I whipped out my laptop, fired off an e-mail to my professor saying that I was sick, attached a copy of my research paper, and left it at that. Nothing else was due in any of my other classes.

Stripping naked, I jumped onto my bed next to Sara and we spent the rest of the day together naked, even when we weren't touching each other inappropriately. It didn't make up for missing several days of such activity away from civilization's prying eyes, but it was a definite improvement over playing Mario Kart with our clothes on while Bill hovered nearby.

After that, we settled into our usual routine again, with blowjobs and mutual masturbation on days I got back before Bill did, but nothing exceptional. I tried to go down on her again and she flat refused. I don't know if she didn't like the way it felt or was just grossed out by the concept, but she was adamant that my tongue did not belong down there.

I suppose it was a moot point anyway, since I was really clueless about what to do besides "sort of move my tongue around and hope she likes it".

Unfortunately, the semester soon came to an end, and summer vacation was looming. Which meant I had to go home and wouldn't see Sara anymore.

Bill did, however, say that they would be staying in the apartment over the summer and that I was more than welcome to move back in for the next semester, an offer I enthusiastically accepted. Sara and I exchanged e-mail addresses and we messaged one another once a week or so; we didn't really have much to talk about, but she wrote rambling stream-of-consciousness letters about how boring it was being cooped up in the apartment with just Bill for company, complaining about how she didn't have any friends, etc. and I responded to them as best as I could. Her birthday was in late July and I shipped her a 3DS a friend of mine was getting rid of in favor of the new version, which was gratefully received. I also made sure to e-mail her a letter over how cool it was that she was now twelve years old, which she seemed to appreciate.

I, of course, spent the entire summer with my family, including a camping trip on our property that mostly involved my dad making me upgrade the fence and put up more NO TRESPASSING signs. My insufferable sister stopped by to visit, but she'd moved out of the house years ago and was currently shacking up with her deadbeat boyfriend. Mom and dad were far from enthusiastic about her choice in romantic liaisons (even my mom did a spit-take and laughed when I dryly commented, "once you go black, you're a single mom."), but I'm sure they'd have been even more disappointed in mine. I hung out with some of my high school friends, discovered one had gone to jail for selling weed to an undercover cop and was now doing a shitload of community service, and that was about it. Like Sara, my summer seemed to consist mostly of just existing.

And then summer came to a close and my sophomore year of college was about to begin. I coordinated with Bill on which classes to take, making sure that I 'accidentally' picked the wrong hour to take the same class on one of them and that the days he had the most classes were the days I had the fewest, giving me more alone time with Sara. Sara, for her part, was over the moon and bouncing off the walls waiting for me to come back.

Finally, the awaited day arrived. I packed all my stuff into my car, said goodbye to my parents, and drove off for college.

I couldn't wait to see my little porcelain girl again.

Anonymous 16/12/17(Sat)09:32 No. 24843 ID: 4161fc

Best post in ages.

Keep it up.

Anonymous 16/12/20(Tue)16:10 No. 24849 ID: bb9bee

Love it

Anonymous 16/12/24(Sat)00:25 No. 24853 ID: 07f23c

Amazing. Just amazing.

And the pacing is just right, too. Well done, OP.

OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 17/01/08(Sun)01:38 No. 24875 ID: 07bd1b

First chapter of the new year is in the works; with the time-skip, I'm hashing out what to do with it, and I also want it to be long enough to be worthwhile. So... it's on the way, but be patient.

Anonymous 17/01/08(Sun)04:26 No. 24876 ID: dc31cf

Take your time. Ive been following this story for maybe two years. Its always worth the wait.

Anonymous 17/01/09(Mon)20:04 No. 24879 ID: 867681

Thank Christ! Progress!

Anonymous 17/01/10(Tue)16:19 No. 24883 ID: 96d39d

Glad to know that this will continue.

Anonymous 17/01/21(Sat)07:00 No. 24900 ID: 9d56f7

first chapter in a long while and i couldnt have asked for more, keep it up op!

Anonymous 17/01/26(Thu)03:44 No. 24902 ID: 1ea0b9

Keep this up your doing gods work.

Anonymous 17/01/26(Thu)12:42 No. 24903 ID: b65222

Op how far of a jump? Is she getting red rice cause she a woman now? ( everyone else google it... It's a thing)

panty-pads 17/01/29(Sun)06:55 No. 24906 ID: 287865


"It was midnight. Sara, in her room, sound asleep, her entire tiny body appearing to rise and fall with the rhythm of her breath, had just turned twelve. I stood watching. The air was still, the time was apt."
why/how did she go back to being 11?
"then I saw it; a single pube the crowning glory of her Mons Veneris"
now she is bare/smooth again?

OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 17/01/31(Tue)03:00 No. 24911 ID: fa0a6e


This isn't Japan.


Einstein, that isn't one of my posts.

Anonymous 17/01/31(Tue)09:47 No. 24912 ID: b65222

Damn. With the forest and all if was sure it was in japan. And you give us a location or at least some editable as the the nature of the background the story is set in? I mean no one thinks of any of john muirs work happing anywhere but North America.

panty-pads 17/01/31(Tue)10:13 No. 24913 ID: 287865

easy there OP.
you post using multi id's, ppl are trying throw in their own versions of the story. i got caught, made a mistake. no need for the 'tude. could have simply said, not my version.
on another note the zinger answered one of my questions, but you didnt explain the age thing

Anonymous 17/02/04(Sat)14:50 No. 24921 ID: 4e6681

The post literally talks about him wearing a t-shirt two sizes too small after bulking up because of SS/GOMAD.

Your keen eye for literary critique has led you astray, buddy.

Anonymous 17/02/14(Tue)11:17 No. 24926 ID: 94c182


>I turned on the lantern and pulled out my book (the adventures of a female space captain who got exiled to the ass end of nowhere because her admiral was a total shit and had to deal with smugglers, pirates, and primitive aliens acquiring muskets from clandestine sources. It was actually pretty good.

Holy shit, he's reading On Basilisk Station.

OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 17/02/17(Fri)10:03 No. 24929 ID: 07bd1b


Good catch. I wondered if anyone was gonna get that one.

Next chapter is nearly finished, just have to find the time to actually sit down and write.

Anonymous 17/02/17(Fri)12:35 No. 24930 ID: eb439d

Can we send sanwiches to aid you in your holy quest to write the grail?

OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 17/02/21(Tue)08:07 No. 24934 ID: be58e4


Thanks, but the wife prepares all the sammiches I need.

Still writing the new chapter, but I've decided to post the first half of what I've got so you're not waiting forever. I'm not sure what the text limit actually is, but it's long enough it probably needs to be broken up anyway.


The entire drive up to college was excruciating; I wanted to be there NOW, to see Sara again. Yes, at this point I really was thinking of her as my girlfriend, and although the e-mails we traded once a week or so were innocent enough and not at all like what I imagined two people in a relationship would talk about, it still kept that relationship alive for me. If I'd thought about it, I'd have never gotten into the habit of e-mailing her. But that's for later.

The drive seemed to take forever, and the Monster I drank because I didn't get much sleep the night before (between nervous anticipation of seeing Sara again, waiting until the last minute to pack, and simply having gotten into the habit of staying up late and sleeping in until noon) didn't help; it made my jittery and I felt like I was going to have a heart attack.

Still, I made good time, having only made one stop for gas, lunch, and to stretch my legs, and the fact that I was doing at least 10 over the posted speed limit for nearly the entire trip; I only slowed down in the spots I knew cops would be waiting to catch speeders. Out of all my friends from high school, I'm the only one who never got a speeding ticket.

Finally, however, I arrived. Pulling into the nearest available parking space, I shut the car off, leaned back in the seat and closed my eyes. My breathing was fast and shallow, my palms were sweaty, and it felt like my heart was going to explode. I had no idea how of that was nervous anticipation of seeing Sara again, and how much was the unhealthy amounts of caffeine I'd consumed. Either way, I swore to never to touch the stuff again.

After about a minute or two to regain my composure, I got out of the car, grabbed my backpack with my laptop and other essentials in it, and walked up the stairs to the apartment and knocked.

I heard what sounded like a trip hammer race across the floor, THUMPTHUMPTHUMP, the deadbolt snapping open in a fraction of a second, and the door flung itself open.



Between her high-pitched shriek piercing my eardrums and her tackling me around the waist in a bearhug, Sara had definitely stunned me for a moment. When I recovered, Bill had stuck his head around the corner, greeted me, and handed me my key to the apartment. Sara was, characteristically, bouncing up and down in excitement and saying lots of nothing I could make out. She looked absolutely adorable in a tank top and shorts, hair bouncing up and down as she danced around me, averaging sixteen "oh my gosh's" per minute.

Bill asked if I needed help carrying stuff in and when I declined, he nodded, said he was available if I changed my mind, and disappeared into his room. I was once again reminded that Bill was actually a pretty cool guy, he was just a social recluse.

Sara, of course, announced that she was going to help me carry stuff in, so I set my backpack in my room while she scampered to get get her shoes and we headed to the parking lot.

I received several more hugs once we arrived at my car, hugged her back when she held still long enough, and made sure to give her the lightest and least breakable objects to carry. I probably could have unloaded the car faster without her help, but who am I to say no when my adorable little girlfriend wants to help out?

Besides, I'd noticed something when I first saw her, noticed it again when she leaned over and her tank top fell open, and I wanted to confirm it.

Once all my stuff had been safely deposited in my room, I noted that I could hear muffled music coming from Bill's room (I never would have pegged him as a Blue Oyster Cult fan) and shut the door to my room.

Then I spun around and scooped Sara up in a bear hug of my own, spinning her around while she giggled, and flopped us both down on the bare mattress.

"So, young lady, you still want to do the boyfriend-girlfriend thing?"

She nodded, grinning, and I grinned back, ruffling her hair with one hand; it was much longer than when I'd last seen her, just past her shoulders now.

Then she paused, glancing at the door and whispering, "we can't right now, Bill's home."

"I know, I know, but later."

She grinned again and nodded enthusiastically.

"Could you do me a favor though?"


"Lift your shirt up for me."

There it was; that was the adorable blush I'd missed so much, the one that made her freckles almost disappear and reached all the way to her ears. She hesitated for the barest of moments, then hoisted her tank top up so I could see what it had barely concealed earlier.

Oh my.

I was staring at a pair of absolutely perfect, and adorably tiny, breasts. Just buds, really, but her pink nipples were round and puffy and surrounded by small mounds of flesh; the mosquito bites of yore were gone forever.

I reached out with both hands and gently felt them; she flinched, then seemed ok with it.

"They feel kinda sore."

"That's normal; it means they're growing."

I took my hands away and she lowered her shirt, biting her lip nervously, then snuggled down beside me to hug me again.

"I missed you."

"I missed you too."

"When do classes start?"

"In a week."

"That's when I go back to school too."

"Well," I said, kissing her on the end of her nose, "you're not the only I e-mailed over the summer. I know exactly which classes Bill is signed up for, and I made sure that on the days he has the most classes, I have the fewest. That means we'll have a couple of hours after you get back from school all to ourselves, three days a week."


"Mm-hm. And once a month, one of his classes is making a special field trip on a Saturday, so that means every four weeks we'll get a whole day to ourselves."

She nestled her head against my chest and closed her eyes, smiling blissfully.

"That's cool."

We lay there like that for a moment, and I really didn't want to ruin it. But unfortunately, life isn't about what we want.

"Ok, well, I gotta unpack, kiddo. Tell you what, why don't you take the game consoles into the living room and set them up for me?"


The box they were in was too heavy for her, so I carried it in by the tv for her and she plopped down on the floor, pulled out a console, and attempted to figure out how to set up the cables and plug it into the tv. I left her to it, put sheets and a blanket on my bed, and started putting everything where it belonged. Other than clothes, my laptop, and school supplies, there wasn't much, so it didn't take me very long.

I went back into the living room to check up on Sara's progress setting up video game consoles, congratulated her on a good job, and sent her to ask Bill what he wanted for dinner while I quickly swapped cables to the right ports and set the stack of games back on the shelf they'd inhabited months before.

The week seemed to go by forever; Bill and I discussed classes, one of which I did actually attend with him so he wouldn't think I was deliberately taking classes at different times... which I was. We got all our books, played video games, stocked up on food, and got Sara's school supplies. Other than seeing what panties Sara accessorized her nightshirt with every morning at breakfast (either that shirt had gotten shorter, or she'd gotten slightly taller), there wasn't much that held my interest that week.

Finally, the first day of classes arrived. Sara put on a cute skirt and blouse and moped her way out the door like she was headed to the gallows instead of school, and Bill and I walked to campus for our first class of the day.

Since Bill had foolishly picked Monday-Wednesday-Friday to have classes all day, his last one getting out at 6, I'd picked only morning classes. I ate lunch in the cafeteria, listening to the little old lady at the counter tell me about her dog, then leisurely strolled back to the apartment and tossed my stuff in my room.

I still had a couple hours before Sara got home from school, and I had a ton of nervous energy built up. I hadn't had the chance to do this in months!

I did a quick workout, situps, pushups, arm curls with my new barbells (nothing impressive, just 10lb weights to get me started) to work off some of tension, took a quick shower, brushed my teeth, and sat on my bed in my boxers. And waited. And waited some more.

Dammit, this was killing me. I flopped back onto my bed and grabbed the book I was reading; for some reason, YT reminded me of Sara, though without the cyberpunk skateboard. As cool as the virtual reality version of the internet depicted in the book was, I was distracted by a different sort of fantasy altogether and couldn't keep my mind on the pages in front of me. I finally set the book aside and lay on the bed, spread-eagle, glancing at the clock every few minutes and willing it to go faster.

Finally, I heard a key zip into the lock and undo the deadbolt, the slam of a backpack full of books being dumped on the floor, and the sound of a herd of elephants tromping through the apartment at high speed; I have no idea how a girl that small and light made so much noise just running.

I quickly snapped into a seated position, grabbed a barbell, and started doing curls, trying to emphasize my (slightly) bigger biceps in a laughable attempt to impress a 12 year old girl I was having an entirely inappropriate and illicit sexual affair with.

Sara stepped into my doorway, blushing and looking nervous. I looked up from my arm curls and smiled at her casually, but I was just as nervous as she was.

"Hey kiddo! You ready for some boyfriend-girlfriend stuff?"


I set the barbell down and slid out of my boxes, while Sara yanked her shoes off and flung her skirt and blouse everywhere, leaping onto the bed with an enthusiastic grin. I paused to look at her as she slid out of her panties and socks and dropped them on the floor and my breath suddenly got tight.

Damn. She was so beautiful.

I've compared her before to a Renaissance painting, but that didn't do her justice. Her pale, almost translucent skin, as pure and white as porcelain, reminded me of the Pygmalion myth I'd read in high school mythology, where the sculptor had created a marble statue of a girl so perfect that he prayed to the gods for her to come to life and be his.

And my marble girl was real. Not cold, hard stone, but warm, soft flesh, inviting and innocent. This dream was real.

She lay on the bed, arms at her side, legs slightly parted, and I slowly panned my gaze from her little feet, up her smooth, shapely legs, to her hips (she still had narrow boy hips, I noticed), past her flat belly, to the tiny mounds of her breasts, just starting to grow, topped by the contrasting pink of her nipples, to her beautiful, perfect face, with the scattering of freckles in a line across her nose and cheeks, like a sprinkling of sand across a white beach, her startlingly blue eyes, like sapphires, and her light brown, almost blonde, hair arrayed around her like a halo.

If I sound like I'm waxing poetic about her appearance, it's because she deserves it; she was absolutely beautiful. She was a perfect angel, a goddess descended from heaven to embody the very definitions of beauty, innocence, and sex appeal in one combined package.

My boner was so hard it ached; it felt like I could penetrate diamond.

Yeah, that's... not the sort of poetic imagery you were expecting. I only have so much in me. Moving on.

I climbed onto the bed next to her, laying down and resting my head on the pillow as she sat up and took my penis in her hand, stroking it and looking me right in the eye with a grin on her face.

"Oh, sweetie, you have no idea how much I missed this!"

"I missed it too. I couldn't wait for summer to be over!"

She continued to jerk me off for another minute or so while I asked her about her first day at school (she hated school, none of her teachers understood her, the other girls didn't want to be friends with her, and the boys were dumb; not much change from last year, really.), she heaved a sigh of resignation that was incongruous to such a young girl, and then I stopped giving a crap because she put my dick in her mouth.

She was awkward at first, and grazed my head with her teeth a couple times, but she soon got back into the rhythm she'd developed before the summer, bobbing her head up and down. She was going kinda shallow though, not even putting the head all the way in, so I asked her to go deeper. No response. So I put my hand on top of her head and gently pushed down, and she paused her sucking and let me push her head further down onto my shaft; I stopped when she twitched, suspecting I'd hit her gag reflex, and after a moment she resumed sucking me off at the new depth.

"There you go, sweetie; you're doing great."

She looked up at me for a second, then returned her attention to my dick. Before long, I felt the tight sensation in my balls and a burning at the base of my dick as I tried to hold out longer, but there was no stopping it.

"Ok Sara, here it comes!"

She pulled all but the head of my dick out of her mouth and froze there, cheeks comically bulging as my dick exploded like a fire hose. I'd only jerked off a few times over the summer, mostly to memories of Sara, and between that and the sexually-tense week leading up to this, I had quite a backlog. It seemed to go on forever, pumping semen into Sara's willing little mouth over and over. It finally stopped and I tried to catch my breath as she swallowed; I noticed there had been some overflow, and wiped her chin and lips with the back of her hand and licked up what she found there, then cleaned off my penis with her mouth.

"Get enough girl vitamins?" I asked, and she nodded, giggling.

"Whoo! That was great, baby girl! You have no idea how much I needed that," I said as she spooned her perfect, naked body up against mine. Once I'd caught my breath, she squeezed my waist with her arm and asked, "my turn now?"

"Why yes, little lady! It is definitely your turn now!"

She blew me a raspberry at my facetious tone and sat herself in my lap as soon as I'd sat up. Spreading her legs to give me access, she leaned back against me and giggled nervously; I could feel her tense up as soon as she got in position, so I gently kissed her on the shoulder and leaned us both back.

Sliding my right hand between her legs, I began rubbing up and down her slit (still silky soft and perfectly smooth! I wondered when her pubes would start to come in, then dismissed the thought and focused on the here and now.), while my left hand reached up to explore her new, budding breasts. I felt the little mound of warm flesh and the puffy, yielding nipple dead in its center, gently squeezed and discovered there was a more solid mass beneath the softness, and she hissed and tensed up even more.

"Sorry; too sensitive?"


I switched to gently rubbing in circles on her nipple as I stroked her slit up and down, and she slowly relaxed, eventually melting into me and breathing heavily as she got more into it. I picked up the pace on my petting, seeing her crotch turning pink, and eventually she became noticeably moister down there.

After a few minutes of this, she clenched the sheets with both hands, tensed up, and, gritting her teeth, let out a quick series of high-pitched sobs as she achieved orgasm.

I wrapped my arms around her as she suddenly became boneless, panting for breath, and I kissed her on the shoulder again.

"How'd you like that, kiddo?"

"... wow."

"Pretty good?"

"I forgot how good that felt."

Had... had she not masturbated at all since I left? Did she even know she could masturbate? On the one hand, if that was the case, I was tempted not to clue her in so I could continue to be her sole source of sexual release. On the other hand, bird culture would consider that to be a 'dick move', so... yeah. I decided not to inquire for now and keep the status quo, whatever it was.

We cuddled together like that for probably ten minutes, basking in the afterglow, before Sara asked how long we had before Bill got home. I glanced at the clock, realized I hadn't set it yet, then found my watch and looked at the time.

"At least another hour; longer if his class runs for its full length, but they usually get out early on the first day because they're just introducing the course and telling you what books you'll need."

"I wish I could get out of class early. They gave me a bunch of homework!"

"On the first day?"

"Yeah! That's so stupid, right?"

"I agree, that is stupid."

We lapsed into a comfortable silence, her arms wrapped over my arms wrapped around her, and just enjoyed the feel of each other's bodies for a while. Eventually though, Sara stirred and looked up at me.



"Got any more girl vitamins?"

Laughing, I replied, "For you? Always."

She grinned and slid down to my growing erection for round two.

She really was perfect.

Screw you, Pygmalion; I got the better girl.

Anonymous 17/02/21(Tue)13:39 No. 24935 ID: af0e24


Anonymous 17/02/22(Wed)08:10 No. 24936 ID: a886ca

Whenever I doubt if someone will come back after long absences, I think of you OP, and how you are still writing the same story after nearly 5 years. You have never given up on us, and therefore I will never give up my hope in you.

Anonymous 17/02/22(Wed)09:41 No. 24937 ID: e9961c


Neat, I just finished reading Snow Crash a few days ago, here's hoping she doesn't also have a dentata

Imaskarkana. 17/02/24(Fri)16:04 No. 24939 ID: 34cf15

OP the ever-faithful. Thank you for your perverse writing- it's been a privilege to follow.

Anonymous 17/02/26(Sun)23:27 No. 24943 ID: 29566d

im going to go ahead and say MODS! A few of those files say underage in the titles and are .rar formats with no context. Not going to download them without using a virtual machine.

Anonymous 17/03/09(Thu)06:59 No. 24948 ID: 2f84de

Keep going. Don't stop now OP!!! We love you!

styxarcher 17/03/18(Sat)08:01 No. 24957 ID: 405836

Please sir, can I have some more.

Anonymous 17/03/31(Fri)00:38 No. 24960 ID: 65e111

This has been going on for five fucking years? Come on anon. Great story nontheless.

link to your other story? Anonymous 17/03/31(Fri)01:27 No. 24961 ID: 827922

Great writing. Would any one of you perverts be kind enough to provide the other story link of this magnificent but slow dude?

Waxing Carnauba 17/04/03(Mon)00:39 No. 24962 ID: 36601e


Other story? Like, another one before this? My friend, there is no 'before this'. This story does not occur in time; it has become time. It has been going since the infinite past, and will continue into the infinite future. It has witnessed the creation and destruction of all existence. It existed before any of us was born, and it will continue to exist long after we are all dead.

Anonymous 17/04/04(Tue)05:17 No. 24963 ID: 2805a7

Pretty much this, honestly. There is only The Wait.

OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 17/04/04(Tue)07:46 No. 24964 ID: 07bd1b


Becoming a fan of Roommates is equivalent to being stuck in Purgatory: you're trapped for eternity until you purge all of your sins.

Your sins include fapping to Roommates, so you're here forever.

Also, what other story am I supposed to have written?

Waxing Carnauba 17/04/08(Sat)18:24 No. 24979 ID: ac35ba


Thankfully, if there's one person who knows how to abandon Limbo...

Waxing Carnauba 17/04/13(Thu)01:35 No. 24993 ID: a5a433

Judging by update frequency, my first guess would be the latest book in the Game of Thrones series...

(Just kidding. Keep doing what works for you. We'll all gladly wait 3 months for a masterpiece than wait 5 minutes for a hastily shat-out turd.)

OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 17/04/14(Fri)00:44 No. 24994 ID: 07bd1b


>"OP, when's the next chapter?"
>*kills another Stark*

Working on finishing the second half of this chapter, been busy lately.

Anonymous 17/04/20(Thu)15:21 No. 25002 ID: a0a82d

Well I just discovered this and read it all and I've got to say that it's fucking amazing. The fact that it's been going on for over 5 years now is mind-boggling. Keep doing what you're doing OP, but if I can make a suggestion: there should be more kissing, we need more CUTE

Anonymous 17/04/21(Fri)20:17 No. 25004 ID: 169625

The brother would make for a good antagonist.

Anonymous 17/04/22(Sat)17:21 No. 25005 ID: 454e92

What do we need an antagonist for. What we need, in a few decades time when they've finally fallen into a regular banging schedule, is a classmate or someone to join in.

Anonymous 17/04/23(Sun)05:35 No. 25006 ID: 169625

An antagonist provides Sara opportunities to show character growth. What is she willing to give up for her love?

Waxing Carnauba 17/04/25(Tue)22:16 No. 25010 ID: a0c099


I think a human antagonist is a moot point. If anything, this is a 'man vs society' type of narrative with a dash of 'man vs himself'. Adding an active human antagonist would be tacked-on at this point.

In a sense, he does represent the source of conflict--whether it's as a negligent caregiver or as a closed-minded obstacle--but the 'moustache-twirling villain' he most certainly is not.

Anonymous 17/04/26(Wed)18:26 No. 25011 ID: 4e4cc4

antagonist would make no sense, it would instantly end the story with main dude going to jail and her going into therapy

Anonymous 17/04/29(Sat)05:57 No. 25014 ID: 601e55

Does she get her ass licked at least this time?

Anonymous 17/04/29(Sat)15:32 No. 25015 ID: 55c0c2

I cannot sleep anymore. Since I discovered this story, I feel like I always knew Sara. I'm in love with her. I want to see more of her, I want her to speak to me. I want to do boyfriend-gilfriend things to her.

I stopped feeding myself. I sometimes cry, buried in my bed, thinking of her. I bought panties with frogs and white panties with a blue ribbon on ebay. Those were expensive.

The only reason why I get up is to check if OP delivered, and I decided to stop eating until he does so.

OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 17/05/04(Thu)12:26 No. 25021 ID: 07bd1b


>buying panties online is expensive

Or go to Wal-Mart and buy 'em for two bucks a pop.

>Not eating until OP delivers

You're gonna look like a typhus victim then, assuming you live long enough.

Fear not: I'm nearly done with the next chapter (or, really, second half of the current chapter), I just need to have time to get around to it. Nothing catastrophic has happened to me (recently), just super busy.

Waxing Carnauba 17/05/04(Thu)23:19 No. 25022 ID: dae653

>I bought panties with frogs and white panties with a blue ribbon on ebay.

Welcome to the FBI watch list.

Anonymous 17/05/12(Fri)09:21 No. 25028 ID: b59e2d

You got this, OP. I believe in you!!

OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 17/05/28(Sun)16:01 No. 25038 ID: 07bd1b

This half of the chapter is shorter than it originally was; I moved a lot of events into the next chapter so that this one would end at a logical point and so would the next one.

Hope you like it.


After that, things sort of fell into a routine again. On days when Bill was around, we didn't do anything sexual, but we did socialize more than we had before. Rather than locking herself in her room most of the time and only sometimes coming out to join me, Sara now spent the majority of her time in the living room with me, playing video games, watching movies, sitting on the couch reading books, that sort of thing. Bill seemed to like it, commenting that she was much more active and cheerful now than she used to be.

Bill, for his part, still remained secluded in his room most of the time. The only hints I ever got to his activities were occasional music I could hear coming from his room; apparently he liked 80's rock and new retro wave. Occasionally he would join us in our living room activities, but usually he was in his room with the door shut.

Not that Sara and I minded that much, mind you. We'd taken to cuddling up under a blanket together on the couch while we watched movies; the blanket conveniently hid any sordid activities should Bill temporarily emerge from his room. Sara's tiny little boobs gave me something new to fondle during move time, but she preferred my wandering hands stay between her legs.

When Bill's class schedule meant we had the apartment to ourselves for a couple of hours, nudity was mandatory. Sara would swallow my load two, maybe three times, I'd bring her to a shuddering orgasm at least once (she seemed to get more sensitive after orgasming and didn't always feel comfortable trying to go for a second), and we'd spend the rest of the time just feeling each other's bodies and enjoying one another's company. Occasionally we showered together, especially when I'd gotten Sara a bit stickier than usual, but showers were usually done solo because of the aforementioned fact that most bath tubs just aren't designed for two people.

So it was that, on one of the days Bill had late classes and I had most of the afternoon off, I was in my room doing exercises in the nude to get myself ready for the day's sexiness. I heard the door to the apartment open and slam shut almost simultaneously, and my little twelve year old girlfriend appeared in the doorway to my room, already shucking her clothing.

"Well hello! Eager to get at it, huh?"

She grinned and flopped onto my bed spread-eagled, exposing her naked body to my hungry gaze. I joined her on the bed and, cradling her head with one hand, delivered my best passionate kiss right on her lips.

I'm sure that as far as kissing goes, I was still a clumsy geek, but the recipient was just as inexperienced as I was and much younger, so it had its desired effect: I got to see her blush that adorable shade of red as she murmured, "wow".

After that, she trembled in my arms in anticipation as I ran my hands all over her body, loving the new toys she'd grown for me until she winced and gently pushed my hand away from her sensitive buds.

"Sorry, did I squeeze too hard?"

"A little."

We resumed, and after another minute or two of kissing and groping, she slid down to position herself between my legs and took my penis into her mouth. I laid back and relaxed, her hair tickling my hips as her head bobbed up and down. It was only a few minutes before I felt the tightness in my balls and whispered, "Ok sweetie, I'm about to come."

I'd gotten her well trained by that point and no longer put my hand on her head to keep her from jerking away when I came. She continued bobbing her head up and down on my dick for a short while, then held only the head in her mouth while one little hand pumped my shaft vigorously. I grunted as I came and she waited until I finished before pulling me out of her mouth with a slurp and swallowing.

"Good job, kiddo," I said appreciatively. She really had become a little expert on blowjobs by this point.

She grinned at my praise, then slid up to spoon against me, spreading her legs to give me access. Before long, she was breathing heavily, her cheeks and crotch were the same flushed red, and my hand was becoming somewhat slick as she moistened up rapidly.

As she built toward orgasm, she began to pant heavily, making little squeaks of pleasure, and, gasping between every word, she suddenly declared, "S-Scott! I love you!" right before arching her back, clenching her fists and toes, and going through quite possibly the most intense orgasm of her short life up until that point.

When it was over, she slumped against me, going completely limp and panting for breath. I kissed her sweaty forehead and whispered, "I love you too." And I meant it. I knew she did too, but at the time I didn't fully realize the implications of her declaration of love. The full depth of meaning. I loved her, I really did, but while it was partly romantic, my love for her was still mostly like that of a big brother for his cute little sister, at least at the time. But she was IN love with me, and when you're young and full of hormones and emotions, that sort of thing can consume you fully. I remember how obsessed I was with my first crush, and I'd never gotten to be with her. Here Sara was, in love for the first time in her life, with the only person she considered a friend, and having an intimate, physical relationship.

I knew I'd hit the point of no return with my own actions, but at the time I hadn't really considered how I was affecting Sara. If I'd crossed the Rubicon and gotten well and truly to the point where I couldn't take back anything I'd done, I'd also unknowingly plunged her off the deep end. It was a testimony to my ignorance and own selfishness that I hadn't really thought about the affect I was having on Sara.

But, at the time, I was largely clueless and just cuddled her affectionately, whispering sweet nothings in her ear about how special she was... and she believed every word of it.

Yeah, in hindsight, even if I didn't do it intentionally and did grow to love her as much as she loved me, it still makes me feel like a piece of shit who took advantage of a naive, vulnerable girl. One could even call it brainwashing.

After a couple of minutes, she finally caught her breath and recovered from her orgasm and began cuddling me back. But she seemed somewhat distracted, and after a bit she wiggled down so our crotches were even with each other and took my softening penis in her hand, seeming to study it, almost like she was comparing our respective genitals.

"Whatcha doin', kiddo?"

"... when do you want to have sex? For real?"

It honestly took a lot of self-control not to say 'right now', but that only lasted for a moment; my stomach fluttered, my heart raced, and I suddenly got nervous.

Shit. There was a LOT involved. I was pretty sure she was physically big enough to safely have sex, but she was a virgin and close inspection had revealed her hymen was intact. And while I wasn't hung like a horse, I wasn't tiny either; surreptitious internet research revealed I was a full inch longer and nearly half an inch thicker than average. Combine those facts, and it was guaranteed that her first time was going to hurt. Possibly a lot.

You also had to factor in that I was a virgin too, and I was going to be clumsy and awkward while doing the deed.

So, I tried to explain this to her as well as I could.

"It's ok if it hurts. I want to do it."

I did too. I'd already long decided that I was going to be her first, and she was going to be mine.

So that was it. She wanted to do it, and so did I. This was a thing that was going to happen.

But not right then. I had to do some research first, to make sure I didn't actually hurt her.

"Tell you what; Bill has that weekend trip in a couple weeks, so we'll have the place all to ourselves for a couple days. Let's do it then."


I held her in my arms and she wrapped her arms around mine and we lay there for a while. I buried my face in the top of her head, breathing in her sweaty little girl scent and the faint, flowery smell of the shampoo she'd used that morning, but no matter how I tried, I couldn't relax. My heart was still going a thousand miles a minute.

We were going to do it.

Anonymous 17/05/28(Sun)23:47 No. 25039 ID: d91981


Anonymous 17/05/29(Mon)02:28 No. 25040 ID: 07f23c


Five years... it took nearly five years to come to this. But it's finally going to happen.

Sweet, sweet lovemaking for real, this time.

We love you, OP.

Anonymous 17/05/29(Mon)03:21 No. 25041 ID: 3d0c5d

I don't know what the literary equivalent of kino is, but this is it. This is what got me to understand loli.

>"S-Scott! I love you! "
This feels like the first time we've gotten his name, was that intentional?

OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 17/05/29(Mon)13:42 No. 25045 ID: 07bd1b


Quite deliberate. The narrator is telling things from his perspective, and since he knows who he is and the audience (in-story) knows who he is, names are unnecessary. I threw that in partly so the readers could put a face on him, and partly to show how serious this moment is in the story.

It's not the only significant thing that's going to happen with names in the story, but that's for later.


Just think of this story like a fine wine: if you uncork it and chug the whole thing a week after it was bottled, it's just swill. You gotta let it age properly and develop subtle notes and undertones before drinking it slowly to appreciate all it has to offer.

Or so I'm told; I don't care for wine and I'm just a hack who writes a loli story on the internet.

Next chapter is going to be a big one, building up to the big moment. I would like to do it all at once and not blueball you with another cliffhanger, but I make no promises.

Anonymous 17/05/30(Tue)02:00 No. 25046 ID: 454e92

>It's not the only significant thing that's going to happen with names in the story

Marriage confirmed
We'll probably get there by 2035

OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 17/05/30(Tue)02:10 No. 25047 ID: 07bd1b



Ah, an optimist.

Also, no, not what I was hinting at.

Anonymous 17/06/02(Fri)11:27 No. 25052 ID: 6e03e6

thanks a lot OP. That was very good. I can eat now.

Anonymous 17/06/06(Tue)01:18 No. 25055 ID: 6d0371

please for the love of all gods, let him cum inside her

thanks for the fantastic story!


Anonymous 17/06/06(Tue)05:31 No. 25056 ID: 43bc8a

Then impregnate her.

Anonymous 17/06/09(Fri)09:45 No. 25057 ID: 6e03e6

approximately when can we expect the next chapter to come? Last time I stopped eating, this time I'll stop masturbating myself until the next one.

Please OP my balls are blue already.

Anonymous 17/06/10(Sat)03:13 No. 25058 ID: fc3b1d

Please have her look at him and say "I'm... I'm gonna... I'm gonna cum.." or something like that, Op. I love that stuff

OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 17/06/24(Sat)00:45 No. 25071 ID: bc71be


Eh, this story is more about realism than anything else. Realistic behavior, realistic reactions, realistic consequences.

Anonymous 17/06/24(Sat)07:15 No. 25072 ID: 9d56f7

WOAH so op is alive, any clues on when the next chapter is coming???

Anonymous 17/06/25(Sun)18:30 No. 25073 ID: 6350db

"Realistic consequences"
OP confirms Sara will get pregnant.

Anonymous 17/06/25(Sun)23:10 No. 25074 ID: 8130c8

Either that, or Scott goes to jail and meets Bubba.

Anonymous 17/06/26(Mon)03:45 No. 25075 ID: 41220a


HE keeps hinting at it, I am likely done if/when that happens. I am here for the cute relationship :P

Anonymous 17/06/27(Tue)16:23 No. 25076 ID: 6d0371

This story goes for so long pedosexuality will be legal before the story ends

Anonymous 17/06/28(Wed)08:50 No. 25079 ID: a88d43

Dude I was 14 when I started reading this

I'm fucking 18 and the story isn't done yet

OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 17/07/01(Sat)05:40 No. 25081 ID: 07bd1b


My child... you have come to me, my son. For who is your father, if not me? Who gave you the will to live? I am the wellspring from which you flow. When I am gone, you will have never been. What will your world will be without me... my son.

Anonymous 17/07/09(Sun)17:41 No. 25089 ID: 224a77

good christ OP lol youre killing us here

End the pain ? Kryters 17/07/14(Fri)14:49 No. 25090 ID: ba65da

Much as we love it, who would vote to kill this thread at its 5 year aniversary and ban OP as a protest ?

Anonymous 17/07/15(Sat)03:50 No. 25092 ID: 454e92



Anonymous 17/07/15(Sat)12:58 No. 25093 ID: 07f23c

Can't let you do that, Kryters.

Anonymous 17/07/16(Sun)08:06 No. 25094 ID: 830c81

You may risk getting lynched....

Anonymous 17/07/17(Mon)06:23 No. 25095 ID: 9d56f7

holy fuck, i remember reading this story when i was 15 and ill be turning 20 in a few months. OP, sara is gonna be legal pretty soon

Anonymous 17/07/29(Sat)05:40 No. 25109 ID: b4bf87

That would be extremely painful...

Anonymous 17/07/30(Sun)05:09 No. 25110 ID: 5a335c


If i removed the OP, would you die?

Anonymous 17/07/31(Mon)07:12 No. 25111 ID: 224a77

fuck no! why would we do that??

Anonymouse 17/07/31(Mon)09:21 No. 25112 ID: 0f0bab

Five years later, and this couple has only made it to third base. Love the story OP, you've got a captivating writing style all your own.

Is this story gonna be continued? Diego 17/08/07(Mon)05:04 No. 25113 ID: d0a01a

I've been checking this post for a few days and nobody else has posted a comment, I was just wonreding and hoping this guy keeps writing :(

Anonymous 17/08/07(Mon)17:17 No. 25114 ID: 6d0371


This story goes for almost 5 years, there are sometimes big gaps between. Nothing to worry about.

Anonymous 17/08/07(Mon)17:17 No. 25115 ID: 6d0371

How old is Sara now?

Anonymous 17/08/08(Tue)18:03 No. 25117 ID: f853ef


Anonymous 17/08/15(Tue)09:04 No. 25123 ID: 6d0371

That is not correct, she's 12 as per the latest story update

> and my little twelve year old girlfriend appeared in the doorway to my room

Anonymous 17/08/16(Wed)04:21 No. 25124 ID: 2e0c2e

OP feed us. We need more!

Anonymous 17/08/21(Mon)07:42 No. 25130 ID: c4043f


If she aged in real-time with the updates, her granddaughter would be 12.

OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 17/09/10(Sun)23:18 No. 25139 ID: 81ddd5


Anonymous 17/09/12(Tue)03:10 No. 25141 ID: af6383

See you in 6 months lol

Anonymous 17/09/12(Tue)23:17 No. 25143 ID: 6d0371


Anonymous 17/09/13(Wed)05:46 No. 25144 ID: c3f16e

By soon he means in months

Anonymous 17/09/13(Wed)23:02 No. 25145 ID: e70bff

this story brings a new meaning to SLOW BURN

Anonymous 17/09/17(Sun)15:01 No. 25147 ID: ad3716

OP please just put us out of our misery

Anonymous 17/10/04(Wed)05:53 No. 25156 ID: 527e2d

Back to the top with you were all patiently waiting!!!

Anonymous 17/10/14(Sat)18:21 No. 25158 ID: a116a6

Just finished reading this.

FUCK, now I'm part of the Waiting Game Group.

But also, what a read!

OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 17/10/17(Tue)02:19 No. 25159 ID: 07bd1b


Sooner than that, next chapter's nearly finished, and it's a doozy. Expect it by the end of the week.

Anonymous 17/10/18(Wed)07:24 No. 25160 ID: c47e15


I am choosing to trust :O

Anonymous 17/10/19(Thu)05:01 No. 25161 ID: 394241

I'mma mark this on my calendar.

Anonymous 17/10/21(Sat)23:50 No. 25166 ID: ddf3f5


OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 17/10/22(Sun)15:37 No. 25168 ID: 63663e

The post-apocalyptic wasteland was a barren desert, the wind blowing a haze of sand across the ruins of civilization. The stillness was shattered by the roar of multiple V8 engines, a horde of classic muscle cars and hot rods, each with a variety of improvised armor, weapons, and spikes welded to them, screamed their way across the wastelands. The lead vehicle was driven by a man wearing mirrored aviators and a leather bomber jacket, while his companion in the passenger seat chose to wear a neon mohawk, football pads, and assless chaps.

"What a day, what a lovely day!" he shouted, clinging the spoils of their latest raid: a waifu body pillow and a bucket of gold jewelry.

Wielding a sawed-off shotgun, he screamed triumphantly as his car was the first to pass through the gates into the fortress looming over the barren plains like a rusted cancer. The harsh, guttural snarl of the engines died down one by one and the horde of raiders barred the gates behind them, then raced down the tunnels into the bunker below.

Gathering with the women and children of the clan, they waited with bated breath as their leader, a muscular man wearing a hockey mask and Speedo and little else, waved them all into silence.

"I see you! I see you all, my people! Road warriors, the strength of the clan! Women, the caretakers of the clan! Children, the future of the clan! I see you all! But now is the time to listen! Listen to the words of our prophet!"

A figure, clad in a hooded robe, stepped onto the stage as the leader took his own seat, then flipped back the hood, revealing a gas mask. The only sound in the bunker was the hiss of breath through his respirator, and then he held up one hand, fingers shaped to make the letter L on his forehead. The rest of the clan did the same, solemnly chanting, "loli is love, loli is life!"

Then the prophet sat down on the stage and slowly removed his mask, revealing himself to be OP.

"And now, my children, I shall tell you the next chapter of my tale..."


The awaited day was tomorrow. I'd gone an entire week without emptying my balls in anticipation of the special day. I'd gone online and looked up how to have sex with a virgin. Most of the information was less than helpful and it became clear to me that a lot of the people giving advice were either virgins themselves or their 'pure and virgin' girlfriend had been riding the cock carousel for years and her current source of funds was only fooling himself.

Wow. That's a depressing and cynical line of thought. Anyway, I knew for a fact that my girlfriend WAS pure and virginal. For that matter, so was I. Well, definitely not pure, given my activities over the last year or so, but definitely still a virgin.

And all that was going to change tomorrow.

I sat at the table eating breakfast, a bowl of cereal with marshmallow bits that Sara had apparently talked Bill into buying for her. The non-marshmallow component of the cereal tasted like cardboard and the marshmallows were flavorless lumps of sugar and dye that turned the milk a rainbow-colored mess. My heart was racing with nervous anticipation of the coming day... or possibly I was having a heart attack from all the sugar. Maybe both.

Bill had tried the cereal once and never touched it again. Today, he'd opted for toast and an apple for breakfast, along with a copy of his astronomy textbook that he was glued to.

Sara skipped in, humming happily to herself in her frog panties and nightshirt that had definitely gotten shorter on her. Or maybe she'd gotten taller. Probably the latter.

I was so nervous I was even thinking awkwardly. I could tell I was even blushing the moment she came in to pour herself a bowl of cereal and reminded me that we were, finally, going to go all the way and have sex.

Bill closed his textbook and shoved it in his backpack, then snapped his fingers like he'd just remembered something.

"Oh, hey, I forgot to mention, I was thinking I'd leave after Dr. Andre's class this afternoon instead of tomorrow morning. That ok with you?"

"Why wouldn't it be?"

"Well, I'm already inconveniencing you by having you watch Sara for the weekend while I'm gone, I just want to make sure taking off a day early won't be a problem."

"Nah, it's fine. I get home before she does anyway, and tomorrow my only class is after she goes to school, so it makes no difference."

In actual fact, both of us would be skipping class tomorrow for sexy time.

"Cool. Ok, well, I left some money for pizza or something, and if you guys want to rent a movie or something..."

"Do people still rent movies? I thought they just used Netflix or Pirate Bay these days."

"No, they still have rental movies. You just get them out of a vending machine now."

"Huh. I honestly did not know that," I replied, wondering if that's what those red boxes in front of McDonald's that I never saw anyone using were.

"Anyway, if you're cool with it, then I guess I won't be coming back to the apartment. Leaving this afternoon let's me carpool with a couple classmates, so that saves me some gas money."

"Sweet. Have a fun weekend."

"You too."

Bill grabbed another backpack, presumably full of clothes and whatever else he would need during the class trip, and left the apartment.

"Better hurry and get dressed, kiddo. Don't want to be late for school. After all... it's bad enough you're skipping out tomorrow."

Sara grinned mischieviously as she dropped her cereal bowl in the sink and scampered off to get dressed. I waited for her to come out in a cute plaid jumper and pinched her butt as she walked out the door, eliciting an indignant squawk that culminated in her chasing me down the stairs of the apartment building and down the sidewalk until we had to part ways.

I took notes in class, but I really wasn't paying any attention. My thoughts were on my porcelain beauty, her gorgeous blue eyes and freckles, and smooth, soft skin...

It's really awkward walking from one class to the next with a boner.

I ate my lunch robotically, too distracted to even really notice what I was eating. Could have been lasagna with apple sauce for the sauce, string cheese, and toilet paper for the noodles for all I cared.

My afternoon class, I just sat there, leg jittering with nervous energy, tapping my pencil in between notes, counting down every agonizing second until class ended.

I jogged back to the apartment, too excited to walk but too lazy to run. I tossed my backpack into the corner, stripped down to my boxers, and did some exercises to work off my energy, then took a cold shower.

Clad only in boxers, I sat on the edge of my bed and waited. I was buzzing with anticipation, practically hyperventilating. It was finally going to happen! Oh geez. What if I fucked it up? What if I hurt her? What if she didn't like it? What if I came as soon as I put it in? Hell, what if it didn't fit in her at all?

I got up and paced around the room, fingers and lips tingling as I began to hyperventilate.

Then I literally slapped myself and said, "get it together!" I wasn't this nervous when I conned Sara into getting naked with me at the pond. Or when I coaxed her into giving me a handjob. Or a blowjob. Just chill. You've got this, man. You've got this. You know what it takes to satisfy your little lady, and you... think, you know what you're doing now. You've got this.

I focused on my breathing and slowly calmed down. I could almost hear that one song from Star Wars playing in the background. The one when Luke reaches out with the Force. You know the one. I relaxed and sat back down on the bed. I was at peace. I was happy. I was finally going to have sex, and it was going to be with the cutest, most adorable girl on the planet. I. Was. Calm.

Then I had a heart attack when the apartment door opened and Sara's backpack hit the floor with the force of the bomb that leveled Hiroshima. A herd of elephants stampeded down the hall, stopping just short of the door to my room... and then Sara casually came around the corner, leaned against the door frame, and said, "hey" like it was no big deal.

I almost cracked up. I really did.

"Hey yourself," I replied, grinning as I patted the bed beside me.

"Hay is for horses!" she exclaimed as she leaped onto the bed, pausing to take off her shoes and toss them out into the hallway. I nickered like a horse, eliciting a laugh from her, and helped her out of her jumper, blouse, and panties. Naked, she crawled across my bed and lay in the middle, grinning in anticipation as I removed my boxers and freed my massive erection.

"So, since Bill isn't coming home tonight, you want to start early?"

She hesitated a moment, blushing, then grinned even wider and nodded vigorously.

"Um... how... how do we start? I mean..."

"Well, little lady, you just leave that to me."

I kissed her on the forehead, looming over her, and I could feel her trembling nervously. Of course she was even more nervous than I was; she was just a kid, AND I wasn't about to have a monster dick shoved inside of me.

Well, ok, it's not that big, but c'mon. I'm slightly bigger than average, according to the internet, and I'm a grown man and she's a twelve year old girl. There's a bit of a size difference, and she was definitely on the losing end of the equation.

"Don't worry; I won't do it until you're ready. It might hurt a little, but it'll also feel really good," I said, hoping that was actually true. "If it hurts too much or you want me to stop, all you have to do is say something and we'll stop. Ok?"

"Ok," she said, obviously still a little scared.

"And I promise, I won't get mad or have my feelings hurt if we stop or you change your mind. Ok, sweetie?"


I kissed her on the lips and held it for a moment, and she slowly, hesitantly, put her arms around me in a hug, slowly gaining confidence.

"I love you, kiddo," I whispered.

"I love you too," she replied, and I could tell she meant it with all the passion a tweens heart could hold.

I lay down beside her and helped her into my lap, the usual position whenever I fondled her. I commenced the heavy petting with one hand, and gently, so as not to hurt her sensitive buds, felt up her little boobs with the other.

It took a while for her to get into it, but she slowly, slowly relaxed, tension leaking out of her tiny body as she surrendered herself to the sensation of my fingers sliding up and down her smooth slit.

Once I felt her begin to moisten up, I removed my off hand from her budding breasts and carefully inserted my index finger up to the first knuckle, while gently rubbing in the vicinity of her clit with the other. Her legs twitched and she wrinkled her brow a moment, but when no discomfort resulted she settled back in. I began slowly and gently moving my finger back and forth inside of her, intensifying my kneading of the soft flesh between her legs. Her breathing got heavier and faster, her crotch felt hot, and she was definitely moistening up, something the anonymous people of the internet said was important before I jellied my dick into her.

Having brought my little girlfriend to orgasm several times before, I waited until I judged she was close, then removed my finger from her vagina. I kept rubbing, slowly now, and kissed her on the forehead again.

"Ready, kiddo?"

She nodded, hesitation forgotten in the heat of passion, and I gently slid her onto the bed beside me and rolled onto my hands and knees over her.

"Spread your legs apart, kiddo. Like when I make you feel good."

She dutifully spread her legs and angled her hips up toward me, the nervous look returning to her face as she flushed nearly as red as her crotch. I positioned myself between her legs and laid down atop her, supporting my weight on my elbows.

"Remember, it's gonna hurt just a little, but it's gonna feel good too. If you want me to stop, just say so."

She nodded, biting her lip nervously, and craned her head as if trying to watch the deed; she couldn't see much, with me in the way.

I carefully lowered myself further, then used my hand to guide my dick to her crotch. I fumbled around a little, letting go of my dick to feel her up and try to locate the right spot,then grabbing my dick again and pressing the tip against what I hoped was the entrance. I felt like an idiot, and I was definitely blushing just as much as she was. Fortunately, Sara was too distracted with her end of things to notice that I was almost as clueless and hapless as her.

I gently pressed forward and my dick bent sideways; nope, didn't go in. I repositioned myself, rubbing the head of my penis up and down her moist slit until I found the right spot and pushed forward again.

Her pillowy soft lips parted before me, and the tip found itself pressed against something hot and damp. I pressed further and it went inside the moistness just a bit. Sara levitated upward away from my penis and I gently placed one hand on her shoulder in what I hoped was reassurance. She settled down, still straining to see what was going on, and I pushed forward again.

The head of my penis plunged into something mushy, moist, and hot; it was kind of like when Sara sucked my dick, but... different. Definitely different. There was something preventing me from going in further, but I pushed against it, slowly increasing the pressure. Sara squeezed her eyes shut and grit her teeth, but said nothing. In retrospect, she was actually holding her breath, but I didn't realize it at the moment.

I pushed a little more and suddenly the resistance was gone. Like, there should have been an accompanying sound effect. A pop, or a guitar string going twang! as it broke. Sara's eyes bulged and she clapped one hand over her mouth, stifling a yelp. I didn't need my hand to guide my penis anymore, so I held her in a hug, awkwardly keeping my weight off of her, and made reassuring shushing noises as she teared up.

"Do you want me to stop?"

She sobbed and threw one arm over her eyes to hide the fact that she was crying, but she shook her head no.

"Ok. I'm gonna keep going then. Just let me know if you want to stop."

I began pushing again until enough of my penis was inside that I could move back and forth without coming out entirely. I moved slowly and gently, and each thrust got me just a little bit deeper, until finally I was all the way inside of her. I'd bottomed out.

The sensation was VERY different from what I was used to when she sucked me off. For one thing, there weren't any teeth. Thank God. If there were, that'd probably be the basis of a horror movie or something. Actually, I think they made that one. Anyway, no teeth. And instead of firm, pliable lips and a slick, muscular tongue, my dick was wrapped in hot, wet, squishiness. And it was a tight fit! It felt like I could barely get my dick into her, it was so tight!

"Ok sweetie, I'm all the way in now. How you holdin' up?"

No response.

"Sara? You ok?"


She removed her hands from her face, revealing red, tearful eyes, but she didn't seem too terribly upset.

"How's it feel?"

"It hurts."


"Nu-no. Just... a little."

I squeezed her in another hug, and she put her arms around me to return the embrace.

"Ok. I'm gonna start moving now, ok?"


I awkwardly found a way to support myself with my knees so I could move my hips, trying to find the right motion; was it straight up and down, or back and forth, or what? Shit, how did our cave-dwelling ancestors figure it out without someone explaining it all to them?

Actually, they were all naked and living in close proximity in a cave, so they probably grew up watching each other do it. Including their parents. Ew.

Focus, idiot!

I slowly moved back and forth inside of her, never pulling out very far, keeping most of my penis inside of her. The word vagina is actually Latin for sheath, and I could see why; hers fit my penis like a glove. A very tight, moist, glove nice and warm from the dryer. It felt absolutely amazing.

Sara lay beneath me, arms wrapped around me in a bear hug, her slender legs spread to her sides, knees drawn up parallel to her chest. Her light brown hair was spread around her head like a halo, hiding most of the pillow. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her teeth were clenched, and she was breathing fast, almost gasping. I could feel her tiny, barely-there boobs pressed against my lower chest. I was finally doing it; I was losing my virginity, giving it to her, and she was giving hers to me. There should have been a church choir singing, to make the moment even more beautiful. Sara had given herself, body and soul, to me. Such a beautiful girl, and she was all mine, as I slowly and gently thrust in and out of her...

I knew it had been at least a few minutes, but it still seemed too soon when I felt that familiar tightness in my balls signaling that I was about to come. I increased the speed of my thrusts, just a little, still careful not to hurt Sara, as I prepared for the moment. My balls were used to being emptied into her willing little mouth at least two or three times a week, and they'd been denied that for the week leading up to this. There was a bit of a backlog built up. The pressure grew and grew until I couldn't hold it anymore and with a shuddering groan I thrust myself as far into Sara's groin as I could go and blew my load deep inside of her. It was the greatest, most intense orgasm I'd ever had, multi-colored fireworks going off inside my brain as I pumped load after load of semen into her. This was the fulfillment of every instinct in the male body, and it was absolutely glorious. I pressed myself against what I thought must have been her undeveloped little womb, filling it up with my seed, pumping more into her again and again in a flow that seemed like it was never going to stop.

With a moan, I got suddenly lightheaded and it was all I could do not to go limp and crush Sara beneath me. I hugged one arm around her bare shoulders, the other one pressing her head against my chest as I panted for breath. Holy shit, that was amazing!

I finally caught my breath and lifted myself up to look at her; my little angel was slightly soiled. Her eyes were red and her face blotchy from crying, snot running from her nose.

"I-is it over?" she asked, voice wavering.

"Yeah sweetie, it's over."

She sniffled and wiped her hand across her face, smearing snot and tears around and not accomplishing much else.

"Good job, kiddo; you really took that like a champ. Does it hurt much?"

"... a little."

"Ok, well just hold still for a second..."

I slowly pulled my softening penis out of her with a gross squelch, and it was instantly followed by a steady trickle of semen. And some of it had a bright pink tinge to it.

"C'mon kiddo, let's get you cleaned up."

I helped her to her feet and she walked awkwardly to the bathroom with me, cupping one hand between her legs to keep from dripping my jizz everywhere. I helped her into the tub and got the water started while she slumped down into a seated position, both hands pressed against her crotch. She looked slightly dazed, and I began to get a little worried.

"You ok, kiddo?"

She nodded, then quietly said, "Can I be by myself?"

"... sure. Let me know if you need anything."

I shut the bathroom door behind me, and exhaled heavily. Shit. I hoped I didn't traumatize her or something.

I walked back into my room and realized that my bed was a mess. The sheet was soaked in jizz, a small amount of blood, and possibly some of Sara's pussy juices. It was a mixture of bodily fluids that I was quite certain had stained the sheet and was working its way into the mattress beneath. I yanked the sheet off and tossed it into the laundry basket, then pulled it back out and wiped my dick off with it before shoving it back in. Then I sat on the edge of the bed, listening to the water run in the other room, and the doubt set in.

I'd hurt her, really, really bad. She was traumatized for life. She'd never want anything to do with me ever again. Maybe she'd even tell someone about it. Maybe my life was effectively over.

Before I got too deep into self-flagellating thoughts, I heard the shower turn off, and a minute later Sara stepped out, hair still damp. She came and sat on the bed next to me, hands covering her crotch protectively, then wiped her nose with the back of one hand as she sniffled again.

"You ok?"


"Does it hurt?"

"It's sore."

"I'm sorry, kiddo. It's like that every girl's first time."

"I know."

"Did you like it?"

".... a little."

"That's good. Did it feel good?"

"... kinda."

"Like when I help you feel good?"

"... a little. Not the same."

"You didn't orgasm?"

She shook her head. I kind of expected it, having read that most girls didn't orgasm their first time, but I still felt kinda bad about it.

"Well, that's normal. Sometimes it takes a few tries before a girl really gets to enjoy it."

"Did... did you like it?"

"It was great. But what really made it special was that I got to do it with you."

She looked away shyly when I said that, smiling for the first time since I'd put it in her. I put one arm around her in a hug and kissed the top of her head, the scent of her wet hair and strawberry shampoo invading my nostrils.

"I love you, kiddo. You're really special to me, you know that?"

"I love you too."

"And I wouldn't want to do this with anybody else."


"No. Just you."

She leaned into my hug and rested her head against my chest.

"You want me to make you feel good now?"

"Nuh-uh," she said, shaking her head. She leaned forward to retrieve her panties from the floor and slid them on, silently signaling that her nether regions were off limits for the time being. Seeing the cartoon frog glare at me condemningly, I respected her wishes and, remaining nude myself, laid down on the bed and patted the mattress invitingly. She snuggled up against me and I grabbed my laptop.

"How about a movie?"


A comedy would probably help right about now, so I opened up my folder of pirated movies and hunted for the right one.

"How about... Shrek?"

Sara responded by making a fart noise with her mouth, and I waved my hand in front of my face as if warding off a foul stench.

"Oh, donkey!" I said in my terrible Mike Myers impression.

She giggled and snuggled beside me as I put one arm around her and started the movie.

Yeah, Shrek was definitely the right call.

Anonymous 17/10/22(Sun)22:49 No. 25170 ID: 2e0c2e

OP...OP never delivers... What? I don't... The world does not make sense anymore, the fabric of space time has fractures. OP DELIVERED!

Anonymous 17/10/23(Mon)04:39 No. 25171 ID: 9d56f7

op delivered so damn much, great story op. you caught a lot of the feelings i had losing my virginity to my gf and put it into words. only difference was she was 2yrs older than me

OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 17/10/24(Tue)05:38 No. 25174 ID: f0592e

5 years, 12 days. Was it worth it?

Anonymous 17/10/24(Tue)06:49 No. 25175 ID: 9d56f7

yes, but the question must be asked. whens the next chapter???

Anonymous 17/10/25(Wed)23:17 No. 25177 ID: 6d0371


You're amazing OP, I just finished it.

It was beautiful. Definitely one of my TOP 10 moments. With the whole story together and this kind of finish; it was real.

And thank you that you kept the story going for more than 5 years. I don't know if it was easy/hard at times, but know that it was worth it.

Hope there are more chapters in the future.

Thanks again <3

OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 17/10/26(Thu)03:26 No. 25178 ID: 2cad3d


The story is far from over. I was merely asking if the wait was worth it for the 'payoff' of the main character having sex with Sara.

Anonymous 17/10/26(Thu)03:48 No. 25179 ID: 2e0c2e

In short Yes.

In long yyyyyyyyyyyyyyeeeeeeeeeeesssssssssss.

Anonymous 17/11/02(Thu)05:59 No. 25184 ID: ff168d

My reaction to reading this chapter


Anonymous 17/11/06(Mon)02:25 No. 25186 ID: 80f54d


Anonymous 17/11/07(Tue)05:29 No. 25187 ID: dbcb84

This is a really good story, I hope it has a relatively happy ending for the subject matter

Anonymous 17/11/07(Tue)22:09 No. 25188 ID: 07f23c

>that feel when you've been following one of the most amazing stories /elit/ for half a decade, getting cockteased and blueballed by it so many times, and you can't actually fap to the story's first true proper sex scene because you're on meds that have gutted your libido.

But it was worth it, OP. It was so very worth it.

Anonymous 17/11/13(Mon)00:46 No. 25192 ID: 1195e0

Holy shit what a journey... I have so many memories of this story. You are a god

Anonymous 17/11/13(Mon)01:42 No. 25193 ID: 0c2267

hOLY FUCk our savior has returned thank OP

i'm gunna compile all the parts into one txt and post it later so everyone can just read the whole thing instead of scrolling through tons of posts

jesus christ it's been a long time

what a hell of a ride

OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 17/11/13(Mon)04:50 No. 25194 ID: 02664c


Next chapter will probably be around Christmas or New Year's.

Anonymous 17/11/23(Thu)20:01 No. 25197 ID: 276187

I really hope we get to see her orgasm during penetration sex sooner rather than later, preferably a simultaneous climax

Anonymous 17/11/24(Fri)02:29 No. 25198 ID: cc8911

Keep making her swallow cum loads.
Great work!

Kryters 17/11/25(Sat)14:22 No. 25199 ID: 80d347

I actually thought was pretty lame, after making us wait so long. A pointless poking in the bedroom ? I was expecting a romantic drawn out hard shagging in the tent at the hunting preserve with wolves howling in the distance as she screamed your name, the full moon silhouetted her nubile body.

Anonymous 17/12/01(Fri)14:45 No. 25208 ID: db85e4

I think the flow seemed natural enough, It's more believable story my only issues might be in flushing out the brother's character a bit more, we know he is self absorb and cold, at first I thought he had been abusing his sister then I thought he was distant, it seems odd he never talks about girls or sex or dating in the span of an entire year.