We can lot let this die!

>>24353

I started this is 2012. Trust me, it's not dying any time soon.

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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?"

"Mmhmm."

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?"

"Mmhmm."

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?"

"Soulsilver."

"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."

"Yeek!"

"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.

>>24373
first time poster, wanted to give my thanks

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.

arigato OP

>>24373
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

>>24380
addition i just remembered i found it weird she apparently doesnt have her period yet maybe this could be incorporated in terms of realism

>>24381

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.

>>24378

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.

>>24382
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.

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.

>>24389
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.

>>24391

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.

>>24392
Not to mention how shitty the navigation and search functions are