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BFORE YOU POST, KNOW THIS! Cowboy!6UZGZTHCak ## Mod ## 10/06/30(Wed)19:25 No. 8547 ID: 5eefb3 [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts] Stickied

ALL REQUESTS FOR STORIES OR STORY CONTENT ARE TO GO IN THIS THREAD! ALL STORY REQUESTS NOT POSTED IN THIS THREAD WILL BE DELETED AND THE POSTER MAY BE BANNED. ALL COMMENTS QUESTIONS, AND OTHER OF THE LIKE ARE TO GO HERE AS WELL! Also, if you don't have constructive comments, keep them to yourself. Or you'll get banned for being an ass. This is not /b/, you have been warned.

Make sure that you check out http://asstr.org or http://storiesonline.net, or any other of the fine erotic literature sites, or GOOGLE IT! THEY MAY HAVE THE STORY ALREADY THERE!…Where ever that may be….Also, any plagiarism will result in a BAN!


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Anonymous 19/03/12(Tue)05:02 No. 26006 ID: 85a5a3

>>12134
I think the "boy goes to camp turns sissy" is Surviving Summer Camp Alpha, from Fictionmania.

>>25887
That's way too small to be a rip of MrDouble. There was one floating around years ago (probably a decade) but that was ~600 megs, they've added a ton of enovels over the years since and it's probably much bigger now.




READ BEFORE POSTING! Cowboy!6UZGZTHCak ## Mod ## 10/06/30(Wed)19:11 No. 8546 ID: 5eefb3 [Reply] Locked Stickied

This is a thread for ALL AUTHORS and READERS. Though you are not required to, I would recommend that you save your story in a post able form, this is to ensure that your story stays preserved and that if 7chan is to go down AGAIN. Also, if anyone has something available as far as web space for an archive, please e-mail me at 1subject@live.com.
I also recommend to everyone that you visit us at the IRC at irc.7chan.org in /elit/ channel. Research it and please stop in, any questions you have about well, ANYTHING can be answered there. There are many good different types of IRC clients, some can attach right onto your browser. So find one and set it up.
3litchan is gone as far as I know. Don’t asking nothing more, ‘cause on that subject….I don’t know nothing’, I just work here.
Adios,
Cowboy




Roommates Continued OP!T1tXaJv9os 19/02/21(Thu)03:12 No. 25977 ID: b49468 [Reply]

Since the old thread finally hit the bump limit, I'm posting the entire story so far in a new thread, minus the comments, so that I can continue to work on the story.

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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.
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Anonymous 19/03/09(Sat)19:32 No. 26004 ID: 1560ec

Come back OP


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Anonymous 19/03/12(Tue)11:59 No. 26007 ID: b03598

RIP


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The+Bard 19/03/18(Mon)04:21 No. 26012 ID: af33ee

Ok, which one of you blew up OP's computer again! See you guys later this summer when OP returns.




Rough first attempt unfinished Dfreeed 19/03/16(Sat)09:13 No. 26010 ID: 2fc4cd [Reply]

Tags mFg bd inc rp slave drugs reluc licking Ped bi


"Mommy slave! Where the fuck is my pretty nasty whore mother and slutty little pet daughter? And why arent they waiting by the front door ass up and face down?" I'd just gotten home from a particularly shitty shift and was in no mood for her to play games. Pet mommys don't get to play games. Pet mommys have games played with them. Pet mommys don't get to do things. They get things done to them.. And if this bitch that birthed me was one thing absolutely, it was my pet. Completely and utterly, I owned her. Well, I say pet because it brings to mind the collar and doggystyle and submissiveness, all of which definitely applied to mommy, but really she was lower than a pet. Lower than an animal. She was my property, a dirty fucking piece of flesh for me to have my way with. But she wasn't where she was supposed to be. Where she'd been everyday for the past 8 years since I'd drugged, cajoled, and finally forced her into her New role. Though really it wasn't that new, and the force she'd made me use had been because she wanted to see it. She'd known she was destined to be nothing but a piece of fuckmeat since she was conscious of her pussy, and I think she suspected the reason I was born was to own her. Our daughters purpose had always been even clearer. Before she was born, even before she was a desperate, horny twinkle in our pedo moms eyes, she was fated to be property.
"Ma-!" I started to yell angrily again before I saw a note by the stairs.
" your mother and her cunt hole cannot apoligize enough for disobeying her sons standing order, but i wanted to surprise you with something I'm pretty sure you'll enjoy. We're upstairs in the bedroom, apologies for not welcoming you home but we're a little incapicated." Written in her elegant cursive, in red ink, it was signed with two dark purple lipstick stains, one much much smaller than the other. I smirked despite myself, I didn't mind her doing something on her own every now and again if it's purpose was solely to turn me on, and i had a feeling this would. Either way of course they would both be punished severely for disobeying.
I sprang upstairs, ripping my shirt off and unbuckling my belt. When I pushed open the door to the bedroom the three of us shared, I was not disappointed. Spread eagle, tightly tied, and wearing nothing but nylon thigh highs, gloves, and cat ears, were my girls. Our whore mother was on her back with our daughter lying stomach down on top of her. Their pussys were perfectly aligned so I could rub against both at the same time, and our little girls face was centered right in between our mothers tits. Their mouths were forced open by large ring gags, and they both dripped huge quantities of drool. By the bed I saw two syringes, one about half full. A note under them read,
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Anonymous 19/03/16(Sat)13:21 No. 26011 ID: 0817ca

Holy shit that was a guilty nut. Keep going !




Canvas Stef 14/11/21(Fri)22:14 No. 22859 ID: ebd7e7 [Reply]

(mind control, gender change, solo, m/f)

The first time it happened, I didn't know what I was doing.

I hadn't been able to sleep. This wasn't especially abnormal, but usually I'd have to skip a night's rest and then the next day I'd be able to get a few hours in. Enough to feel human.

This was study hall, which amounted to a blow off class for most of us. I was going on 72 hours without any shuteye and while the girls in front of me were playing a card game and the football guys were talking about freshman girls in the corner behind me, I was resting my head on my arms and trying to count some sheep.

I had been becoming more and more serious in art class over the last few years and now that I was a senior, art had become my calling. The teacher had let me move from pencils to colored pencils to paint by the time I was a sophomore and I was a regular in highschool art exhibitions now. This got me out of P.E. and needing fine arts credits and with most of my serious classes done now, I could use art class as an excuse to get half days when I wanted them.

The lack of sleep was beginning to affect my work, though, so I slowed my breathing and ignored the noise everyone was making in an attempt to get some of that back. My social life was basically nil due to what my doctor said might be a rare form of autism. I find it hard to meet people, and my sex drive suffers from the antidepressants. Painting really is all I have, most days.

Sleep came over me like it usually did, a fickle thing that came when I was at the breaking point. Sometimes, due to my restlessness, I have what they call lucid dreams. Sitting in studyhall, I was aware that I was asleep, but still cognizant enough to know that I was sleeping. Most of my rest is that way.

This time, everything was even more vivid than usual. I could actually see the girls there having a conversation. I moved over to them, looking over my shoulder to see myself sleeping still. A haze hung over the classroom, like they were playing cards in a burning building. Somewhere, in a dense bank of black clouds in the corner, I could hear the football players laughing about something.
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Anonymous 15/07/01(Wed)02:07 No. 23705 ID: 03d35c

I just really enjoy the entire thing


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Anonymous 16/03/01(Tue)15:31 No. 24138 ID: f7b914

would like this to be continued


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Anonymous 16/04/29(Fri)07:02 No. 24233 ID: cd9818

Such a good concept,dont stop now!




Jumping Hotdog's Stories JumpingHotdog 19/02/13(Wed)19:25 No. 25953 ID: c27a6c [Reply]

I've been posting my stories to ASSTR for a while now, but since ASSTR is pretty much dead as far as comments go, I'm trying to branch out and post in some new places too.

Chiefly my stories focus on mind control, BDSM and young girls.

My ASSTR archive is here

https://www.asstr.org/~JumpingHotdog/index.html

And I'll post my new stories below.


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Anonymous 19/03/01(Fri)19:31 No. 25992 ID: db596b

I’m really digging the Primrose Primer story. Can we get one of those that’s even more extreme?


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Anonymous 19/03/02(Sat)09:50 No. 25993 ID: adc925

This is some fucked up shit, I love it. Any recommendations for authors you like?


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7chan.org JumpingHotdog 19/03/02(Sat)12:06 No. 25994 ID: 21eace

>>25992
What type of extreme do you like? I'm more into the emotional side that out and out torture porn but I do have an idea for the latter.

Main idea is this: main loli character wakes up in a strange bed in a strange place. She goes out the bed room, sees no-one and wonders down the hall. And is then brutally killed by a trap. An indeterminate amount of time later, she wakes up back in bed. The basic idea is the main loli save scrumming her way through a tower filled death traps. She can also get power-ups from some of the death-trap challenges, but loses them each death. So to get the Rose-sword she has to fight the Rose Garden Loli, which means a hard fight and getting ripped up, at least a little, by rose thorns.

>>25993
As luck would have it, I have a recommendation page.

https://www.asstr.org/~JumpingHotdog/Recommendations.html

I particularly recommend Programming by The Pediatrician and the Libertarian Utopia stories by Bernd Lauert.




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

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

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

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


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Susie and the Bear "oil night" SRO 18/06/30(Sat)02:41 No. 25674 ID: f7d3f6

My adventurous sister introduced us to yet another awesome activity on the Valentine’s weekend after her 16th birthday. Our (dear, trusting) parents left town for a romantic holiday of their own, leaving us to our own devices. Which we took full advantage of. Saturday night, Susan kicked me out of the bedroom while she made secret preparations. I bided my time until she indicated I could come in. I was truly impressed.

Candles surrounded the darkened room, a single incense stick burning in a glass, and very faint Eastern music playing on our portable reel-to-reel. But what really had my attention was that the bed was covered with a black plastic sheet.

“Whoa!” I faltered, “Are we doing a voodoo sacrifice or something?”

“Be still, vassal,” she commanded, grinning, “lie on the altar like a good offering to the gods of love.”

We were both undressed already. I lay on the bed, the plastic crinkling under me, a bit uncomfortable on my skin. Susan went to the side of the room where a pot was sitting on a hot plate, set to “warm”. She dipped her fingers in the pot, testing the temperature, and deciding it was right, she scooped a cupful out and brought it over to the bed.

“What’s this?” I asked curiously.

“Shhhh…,” she shushed, “turn over.”

I obediently rolled onto my stomach and rested my head on my forearms. She pulled my arms out and down to my sides, and placed a small towel under my head. Then I felt something warm and wet on my back. She started to rub the substance into my skin, and then to firmly work my shoulders and torso. I quickly realized it was cooking oil, and she was giving me a nice hot oil massage.
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Susie and the Bear "the GYN exam" SRO 18/06/30(Sat)02:57 No. 25675 ID: f7d3f6

College educations at state universities were a lot better funded by the taxpayers in those days than they are now, but they still weren’t free, and our folks weren’t rich. I took a lot of part-time jobs to help with the expenses. One was as the night janitor in a three-story medical office building. It wasn’t glamorous but it paid well enough, and in my four years in the Navy I’d done a lot harder and more humble things.

Anyway, Susan objected to my not being able to be home for two hours, five nights a week, so she started accompanying me to help get the job done faster. I did appreciate it, because I also needed to study long hours, and I enjoyed her company, whatever we were doing. She did the vacuuming while I cleaned toilets and ash trays and dumped the trash. (Hard to realize they allowed smoking in doctor’s office waiting rooms in those days.)

The second floor of the building was an OB-GYN office. We were doing our regular routine one night, and I was cleaning one of the examining rooms when an idea crossed my horny young mind. I called Susan from the other room, and I told her to get up on the table.

“HAHA, you pervert!”, she laughed, but without hesitation she shucked her pants and hopped up, placing her feet in the stirrups. I found the controls and lowered the table to just the right height, and gave her a very thorough exam with my lips and tongue. After she gasped out an excruciating orgasm, I dropped my own pants and gave her a good hard fucking in the standing position. She was able to cum again before I blasted mine into her womb.

She allowed that this was awesome and we needed to get our own table like this some day, but once the novelty had worn off, I felt it was kind of too clinical and we didn’t even do it again in that medical office. It was a good thing that they didn’t have 24-hour security cameras everywhere in those days.

And yes, we did change the paper on the table before we left.


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Anonymous 19/03/04(Mon)17:06 No. 25997 ID: 9560c8

This is really good, old man. We're waiting for a continuation.




Neon and eyeliner. IrishDevil !!plAwNkZmL5 18/02/22(Thu)07:13 No. 25393 ID: ef02bd [Reply]

Alright folks, this will be coming out in parts.


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My father Eamon had been IRA, during the troubles. He had met my mother Teagan defending a town from the INLA in the late 70s. She had, at the time, been only 16, while he had been 20. Her family had fed him and a few other fighters following a firefight. Her red hair, Da had said, was the brightest thing he'd seen, and her blue eyes "bore straight through his soul". That night she'd met him in secret and they made love for the first time.
They would later marry, and had me, their bouncing baby boy Ronan in the late 80s. My hair as black as Da's and my eyes a bright green. My mother had unfortunately developed a brain tumor when I was 8 and passed away shortly after it was discovered. Da was despondent for months afterward.
As a result of all of this, I grew up with a strong respect for and knowledge of firearms and Irish culture and history, as well as some knowledge of military and political workings. I also grew up valuing every day, knowing that it could be my last. I grew up listening to all kinds of music, and found myself especially enamoured with the gothic subgenres, and later the industrial genres in my teens. I wore business casual clothing and a deathhawk, and Nora, a girl I dated in high school had begun to get me wearing eyeliner. My father simply shook his head. He didn't care so long as I kept my grades up and stayed in shape. I hung around a few local clubs in my late teens and even DJed at one, briefly.
I ended up pursuing a career with the Defense forces, owing largely to my father's training, and worked my way into the Sciathán Fiannóglaigh an Airm(Army Ranger Wing), where I quickly became an accomplished sniper and travelled around the world a bit on some peacekeeping missions and joint task forces.

It was in Afghanistan that I met one of the most beautiful women I'd ever seen. I'd sat down at a table at one of the many bases after an astoundingly tough night op. I was sore and exhausted, having spent hours laying stock still with my rifle in hand followed by another hour of constantly providing cover fire and dodging haphazard return fire, switching positions to keep those fuckers guessing. It had ended with an RPG hitting a half-broken floor below me and collapsing supports...and then the floor I was crouching on at the time. While I hadn't broken anything I had taken a single bullet graze to the side of my then-bald head and my uniform, as a result of the collapse, was absolutely caked in desert dust and abdobe and a little bit of blood on the shoulder. I wanted a dram and a hot meal and sleep. I had at least been able to secure a bowl of soup. A woman with Canadian uniform had walked in, sat down across from me, and pushed a flask of Jameson's in my direction.
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Anonymous 19/01/27(Sun)17:23 No. 25941 ID: f7d3f6

This is my favorite piece on this board right now, and it’s worth the slow evolution to see the characters and their relationship develop. I’m encouraged that IrishDevil is continuing at a steady pace, however slow, knowing that we’ll get consistent quality and the long anticipated resolution.


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IrishDevil!!OyMTH0MzH5 19/02/23(Sat)07:10 No. 25986 ID: ec10a0

Work, anime, and actually sorting out life and family shit has been keeping me away.
I'm thinking up some stuff for the next little bit of the story. Going to be adding in bits of more sexy stuff later on. I just don't want any of it to seem forced. Quality first, fappability second.


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Anonymous 19/02/27(Wed)16:14 No. 25988 ID: f7d3f6

>>25986
Good call, I.D., wait on the muse, it will lead you aright.




Mutt Ms. Lizzie 18/08/06(Mon)07:13 No. 25736 ID: 17aae3 [Reply]

CHAPTER ONE — SELF-DISCOVERY

(teen girl solo; bestiality)

When she got off the bus, there were no cars in the driveway. When she lingered in the foyer, there were no sounds echoing through the house. When she called out to announce that she was home from school, nobody answered: She was well and truly alone... and, as usual, she planned to take advantage of that! During summer break, Riley's parents tracked down somebody to check in on her throughout the work day—but when school was in session, they found it easier to let her play latchkey kid for two or three hours following the end of a school day. After all, how much trouble could a 14-year-old girl get up to on her own?

Riley hurried up the shag-lined stairs to the second floor, spinning around the banister at the second-story landing and bustling into her room at the end of the hallway. She nudged the door open and deposited her backpack on the ground, kicking her shoes into a lonely corner while she unbuttoned her jean shorts and wiggled out of them. She lingered for just a moment in front of her full-sized hanging mirror, turning this way and that in her pink polka dot undies.

It had been a summer of changes: No longer was her body a flat line! Her hips had flared noticeably, and she'd grown a small A cup's worth of chest practically overnight. There were bigger girls at school, for sure, but the jiggly new boobs she'd cultivated between June and August earned her plenty of attention at school. Just the other day she'd worn a bright blue bra beneath a white tee, and she'd noticed a boy in her history class eyeing her and fidgeting in his seat every few minutes. Riley decided that it was nice to be appreciated.

She'd also managed to wear her mom down over the better part of three months, and just before school resumed she'd cut her chest-length hair short—into a cute little pixie 'do—and bleached it a very flattering blonde. She thought the platinum matched her blue eyes nicely.

Riley peeled her panties off and tossed them in a wad into her half-full hamper, scrutinizing her sex in the mirror. She thought it looked nice, with tiny little lips tucked neatly together—though her clitoris was a little more pronounced than she'd have preferred. A little tuft of dark-brown hair had started to come in at the top of her vulva, and she regularly waffled between shaving it and letting it grow out. Riley thought it made her look sort of... mature? And besides, nobody else was getting a look at it anytime soon, right? Who would she even be shaving for?

Right. Deciding she'd dithered long enough, Riley climbed into bed and settled her back against the wall of pillows that dominated the head of her bead, spreading her legs apart and hiking her knees up. She shut her eyes and let one hand wander down to the tippy top of her sex, planting two fingers ju Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Anonymous 18/09/27(Thu)08:27 No. 25796 ID: 4337f4

I do hope you continue this. Will she take the knot?


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Anonymous 19/02/19(Tue)04:08 No. 25973 ID: c667de

ch 2?


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Ms. Lizzie 19/02/24(Sun)07:05 No. 25987 ID: b1099e

CHAPTER TWO — A HORSE IS A HORSE, OF COURSE

(teen girl solo; bestiality)

Butternut Ranch was a decided drag, even for Riley, who was the absolute queen of dull school outings. She'd loved the museum of national history they'd visited the year prior, and she ADORED the tour of a button factory the year before that! Compared to a button factory, a real ranch full of real animals sounded like a dream... but it was a snooze fest so far, aside from a brief monotony-breaking visit with some baby goats.

"And this big fella here is Butternut!" the tour guide explained, smiling toothily as she showcased the giant brown-coated horse to the crowd of young teens. "Butternut is the great, great grandson of our ranch's namesake! He's an Arabian stallion, he's ten years old, and he weighs almost a thousand pounds!"

"Isn't it rude to talk about his weight like that?" piped up Adam, a brown-haired boy one grade above Riley. She couldn't help but giggle snort—so loudly, in fact, that everybody else in the class turned to stare at her, then broke out laughing. Cheeks burning, Riley turned her eyes toward the grass, massaging her arm lamely.

The tour guide carried on for a little while longer, before concluding the tour by asking who wanted to see the baby goats again—a suggestion that was met with excited cheers. Still thoroughly embarrassed, Riley lingered near Butternut, just out of sight... and breathed a sigh of relief when the tour guide, the other kids and their teacher were gone.

Riley reached out, caressing the horse's flank. He seemed like such a majestic creature, and she longed to ride him... but, of course, she'd never learned how to ride a horse. She was sure her parents had to money to pay for lessons, but they were always so busy! Now, she could see herself bouncing in the saddle, traversing a grassy plane astride Butternut...

... till her eyes wandered. When she saw the massive black-fleshed balls between Butternut's back legs, her lips parted just slightly. She'd never seen balls that big before! Even Jake, whose fuzzy orbs were bigger than any porn star's, were maybe HALF the size of Butternut's!
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A Sissy Story Dee 13/01/12(Sat)18:49 No. 18110 ID: 9b0c45 [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]

PART I

James swallowed hard as he walked toward the front door. He rang the doorbell and stood fidgeting on the stoop. James was a popular enough guy. He was a surfer with the classic long blond hair, blue eyed beach bum look, he was also a star swimmer -- the only freshman to make the varsity squad. Despite this he was nervous. This was the first time he’d gone to a girls house when her parents weren’t home. Not only that, but the girl, Julie, was the hottest freshman at school. The door swung open and Tommy, Julie’s brother, stood inside.

“Hey come on in,” said Tommy.

James stepped through the door and looked up at Tommy -- a senior and the captain of the swim team. He was at least 6 inches taller than him. Most guys were taller than James, who was barely 5-foot 7-inches. He walked into the hallway and looked into the living room where Chris -- Tommy’s best friend -- was sitting on the couch playing xbox. Chris was a wrestler and was short and broad chested, although he was still taller than James.

“Who invited the midget?” Chris called out.

“My sister,” said Tommy. “She’s upstairs in her room. Go on up its the first door on the right.”

James thanked Tommy and gave Chris the finger as he ran up the stairs. He took a deep breath and slowly opened the door. Julie was laying on her bed listening to her ipod and flipping through facebook on her laptop. She was laying on her stomach in just a sweater and panties. Her socked feet were crossed in the air behind her.

James felt his cock grow in his pants as he admired her smooth cream colored legs that led to a large round ass and narrow waist. Her straight blond hair was cut into a short bob. She looked back noticing James. Her big blue eyes widened and her pink lips parted leaving a surprised look on her gorgeous face. She pulled a blanket over her legs.
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Anonymous 19/01/13(Sun)11:48 No. 25923 ID: 9827a1

Bump


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Anticipation 19/02/04(Mon)06:51 No. 25951 ID: f818f4

Bump


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Please I want more 19/02/22(Fri)16:08 No. 25981 ID: 5844ca

Bump




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