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

OH GOOD GOD YES! MOAR!

MOAR

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

More op?
Yeah?
Please?
For me?

>>19770

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?

>>19771
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.

>>19771
Hells yes I do. Get to it my man.

Fantastic so far.

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

MOAR

pls

pls

i suk dik

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.

Hmmm.

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?"

"Watch."

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!"

"What?"

"I sank your battleship."

"Wha-"

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.

"Uh-huh."

"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?"

"Yeah."

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.

"Ok."

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."

"What?!"

"Yeah, you just kiss it."

"Gross!"

"How is it gross?"

"It's your penis!"

"So? Girls do it all the time."

"Seriously?"

"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."

"Oh."

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?"

"Yup."

"And girls are really supposed to like this?"

"Uh-huh."

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

"Hey!"

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?"

"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?"

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.

> 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.

>>19801
Exactly, it's not only good as porn, it's a wonderful piece of literature. OP, please, keep going.

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.

"THHHHHPPPPPPPTTTBB!"

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."

"Hmm?"

"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?"

"Uh..."

"Semen."

"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."

"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."

"Really?"

"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.

"Nuh-uh."

"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?"

"Yeah."

"The clitoris is sort of the same thing for girls."

"Really?"

"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?"

"Yup."

"Ok!"

"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.

"Whoa."

"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.

"Ok."

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?"

"Yeah."

"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.

"Better?"

"Yeah."

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.

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....

Nice update! Keep it up, please!

It took a while but this thread is really paying off. Cheers OP

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!

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

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.

>>19834

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.

>>19834

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.

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.

>>19840

The story resembles my real life in no way, shape, or form.

>>19834
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.

>>19840
So Silly. Why would you think something like that?

Havsb

>>19844
I'm eagerly awaiting more, this is solid gold broseph.

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!

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!

>>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.

>>19884

>goram

I like you.

>>19887
>>19884

this story needs more cuddling and Firefly watching

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.

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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.

Lovely.

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?"

"Mm-hm."

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."

"Nn-nn."

"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.

"Eeek!"

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.

"Ok."

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."

"Really?"

"Mm-hm."

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."

"Yep."

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."

"'cause why?"

"Just 'cause."

"Ok. We can keep it a secret. No one else will know, just us. Ok?"

She nodded and smiled.

"Ok."

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?"

>>19899
I love that you're continuing the story OP. I check on this thread every day to see if there's an update.

>>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?

>>19899
I almost lost my boner laughing at the first paragraph

Thank you ... the slow build-up and long waits between update posts has been more than worth the waiting!

Thank you!

>>19899
hnggg

>>19899
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.

>>19927
A little over a year, Oct 06 2012.

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?

>>19943

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?

>>19946
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.

>>19929
ach. the formatting on the dates fucked me up. i thought it was euro format.

Dear OP,

There are not enough words in the English language to accurately convey my enjoyment of your work. Thank you Sir.

>>19947

I'm aware. I read Moby Dick (abridged version) when I was 3, and The Hobbit when I was 8.

Please finish this! It's so well written and it's just starting to get really interesting.

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.

>>19965

the hell makes you think this story is ending?

>>19965

Yeah, what the hell makes you think it's ending?

This train has a looooot of track to ride before it derails!

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!

>>19968
>Ride.
Haha.

MOAR

>>19973
don't be a dick

>>17319
Can I be a vagina...?

>>19899
>haven't pooped since we left, no TP

wat... poor girl

Hey op, when will you post the next part? My f5 hurts.

>>20004
>Also, I'm not going on
sabbatical until I finish the camping trip, for those who are curious.
>>19834

Probably not for a while (aka anywhere between a month and half a year)

Back to the front page. Moar please :)

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.

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.

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.

>>17319
20067
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!

>>20077

And we're only just starting!

Hasn't there been enough foreshadowing?

>>20081

Bumping. You, sir, need to stay on the front page.

Bamp.

Bumping, for great justice.

Status report OP?

Read... Reread... Rereread... This story needs to be continued... Rerereread...

Come on Op
My penis loves you
Waiting on the rest

Isn't it impolite to pester the author like that?

>>20251
Yes but giving out drugs then holding out on everyone is a dick move too.

>>20276
Drugs, this story, whats the difference? Can't wait for the next update. Keep up the good work OP!

Working myself into the mood to write again. We'll see how it goes.

>>20326
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)

>>20329

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...

>>20334
So much passive aggression, so little writing.

>>20334
Pinkie hug!!

How did OP know about the mlp dolls?!

>>20340
We all know, anon. You should be ashamed of yourself.

>>20342

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.

>>20344
No Thanksgiving update OP? I'm hurt.

>>20344
Thank you. You're the man, dude.

This needs another bump.

I am in my happy place now, thanks op.

This thread should stay on the first page. Bump.

Bump.Hope you're in the mood to write soon, OP.

Bump

>>20334

This guy is psychic. Except that it was a .45 revolver. But close enough.

>>20334
He sees you when you're sleeping. He knows when you're awake. He knows if you've been bad or good

Come on

>>20503

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?

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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.

>>20512
Ominous. Hope this ends well. And pay little attention to those crying 'moar!'. Take your time, get it right. Stay cool OP.

>>20513
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.

It ain't only pedophiles that love these stories. I'm 19/F and I insert as the little girl.

I have issues.

>>20517
are you trying to get laid

>>20517
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.