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

>>24391
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.

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.

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.

"Nn-nn."

"Yuh-huh. C'mon, time to get up, kiddo."

"Nnnn."

"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!"

"So?"

"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.

"No?"

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?"

"Sure."

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."

"Yeah."

"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."

"Mmm?"

"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!"

"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.

"Ok."

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?"

"What?"

"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.

>>24399
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.