>>20517

Post tits with timestamp if you want more loli.

>>20520
∆this

>>20517
I also have issues.

We should get together and talk about them over some sex.

>>20512

Thank you for this story. It has been added to my bookmarks and I'm currently being added to the F5-army even though I know better.

Will check back in a few months when I have remembered the code to the smut-vault in which this browser is residing...

>>20520

Are you really going to hang the story up over me?

If so, then I was lying please continue ;_;

OP would you please make a story about dirty fat middle age man and loli, just like those otohime arts you posted on cake? Either way, you're still my hero!

Even though the wait is long, and the chapters short, i thoroughly enjoy this piece and am never disappointed. Keep up the good work OP

>>20533

I had an idea for a much shorter story kicking around; maybe I'll do it when Roommates is finished.

>>20546
Ariiiise!

>>20575

Shit, you summoned Cthulhu.

Fortunately for you, he just wanted more Roommates, so humanity lucked out.

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Thanksgiving rolled around and I went home to visit my family for the first time since I'd gone off to college. It was weird, actually. When you're at home, you don't notice things changing because it's gradual and you're there the whole time. When you're gone for a few months and then return, things have progressed in your absence and it takes some getting used to.

I guess it's true what they say; you can never really go home again.

After Thanksgiving was over, my mom and grandmother insisted I take leftovers up to college with me so I could "have some good, home cooking instead of that cafeteria food". That's how I ended up with some turkey, mashed potatoes, half a pumpkin pie, and something made of sweet potatoes covered in slightly burnt marshmallows that I had never liked but was too polite to refuse when my grandmother insisted I take some.

After the long drive back up to college, I deposited my food in the fridge and tossed all my clean laundry (hey, I don't have to feed the washer and drier at home a bunch of quarters every time I use them) into my closet and flopped onto the couch. Going home had been good. It had seemed weird while I was there, but now that I was back in the apartment at school, this seemed weird after being at home for a couple of days. Funny how that works, isn't it?

Sara wandered into the living room somewhat listlessly, then immediately perked up and ran over with a grin to hug me when she saw I was back. I hugged her back and tousled her hair and asked how her Thanksgiving was.

"We had KFC," she said, somewhat bitterly. Bill's cooking skills apparently weren't up to a Thanksgiving dinner and he'd just gotten a bucket of chicken, some mashed potatoes, and a soft drink for each of them. He could have taken her to the school cafeteria, where they were serving a turkey dinner for students who couldn't be home for the holiday, but I didn't mention that. Maybe he didn't know, and I didn't want to make him look bad.

I consoled her by letting her nibble on some of the turkey I'd brought home, and then she devoured the sweet potato stuff, so I guess she liked it. Saved me the trouble of getting rid of it, too.

Not much else happened after that for a while. We watched more movies, played some video games and a board game or two, got in a few more tickle fights, but nothing you'd want to hear more about. Oh, and I passed my finals with flying colors, even Professor Monotone's class.

Finally, Christmas came. It didn't feel like Christmas. I remember when I was a kid and it slowly built up to Christmas every year. Now when Christmas comes it feels like, "already?!"

We got a whole month off for Christmas and New Year, so I packed my stuff and prepared to head home. Being as they had no family to return home to, Bill and Sara were staying at the apartment. I kinda felt sorry for her; it was her first Christmas without her parents, and she wouldn't be getting very many presents since, you know, no parents. So I got her two gifts.

The first I gave her the day I left for Christmas break. I'd cleared it with Bill beforehand, just in case he got mad about the gift; it was his name on the lease, after all.

Sara lit up when I told her I had a present for her and she could open it now. It was just a big cardboard box I'd found, cut the lid off of, and set over her present, so she lifted it up and then gaped at her present. Then she bounced up and down in excitement, hugged me around the waist, and thanked me over and over.

It was a five gallon aquarium with half a dozen brightly-colored fancy-tail guppies in it. All male, since they were the prettiest and I didn't think a self-sustaining population was the best idea since I didn't know how responsible she'd be for the little fish. They looked kinda like betas, but wouldn't fight each other and were about as hard to kill as gold fish, so they made excellent pets for kids.

Bill pointed out the fish food I'd also gotten her, the filter and how it worked, and a little booklet that described how to take care of guppies. She was ecstatic.

Then I handed her second gift (some hair clips, ribbons, and other jewelry and ornaments a girl would like. Nothing fancy or expensive, but hey. That aquarium wasn't cheap.) and told her she couldn't open it until Christmas morning. She grinned in anticipation and ran to stick it under the two foot tall Charlie Brown Christmas tree Bill had acquired (I call it that because it was so beat up and pathetic, not because it was a license product or anything.). She beamed at it for a moment, then seemed to crumple dramatically.

"I didn't get you anything."

I tousled her hair and laughed at her, telling I didn't expect her to get me anything and I only got her something because she was so special. Bill told her she had a whole month to find a present for me and that seemed to return her to bouncy and excitable mode. I said my goodbyes and made the long drive home.

Nothing notable about the trip home, except a minor fender-bender where some woman talking on her phone didn't check before changing lanes and clipped my bumper; we exchanged information and her insurance company covered the cosmetic damage, so it was all good.

The month at home for Christmas was good, but right about the time I'd finally gotten back into the swing of being home again, it was time to return to college for the spring semester. Once again, I said my goodbyes and made the long drive up to school.

I arrived at the apartment, immediately got tackle-hugged by Sara before I even got all the way into the door, and Bill made an appearance long enough to say 'hey' and help me carry some things up to the apartment. Then he vanished again and left his little sister bouncing up and down enthusiastically, telling me all about how awesome her fish were and she'd named them Dori, Nori, Oin, Gloin, and Hank. I asked why Hank, and she just shrugged and said he looked like a Hank before running into her room and running back, leaping over the back of the couch and landing on it with all the grace and speed of a gazelle on amphetamines. Where do kids get all that energy from? I admired her pale, shapely legs (though, disappointingly, she was in shorts and not a skirt or panties) and she stuck them out in front of her, propping her bare feet on the coffee table and dramatically thrusting the object in her hands at me.

A Christmas present. Ah.

I unwrapped it and discovered she'd gotten me a very nice sweater, forest green, with a zip-up tube collar. She seemed desperate to know if I liked it, and I assured her I did and put it on to prove it. It really was a nice sweater.

I still had a day or two before classes, which I'd already signed up for (the registrar wanted me to file a degree plan, but it wasn't required until my sophomore year and I still hadn't decided what I wanted to major in.), and I spent the time goofing off around the apartment. Bill, being Bill, was gone the entire time, apparently buying every textbook on the course list and pumping his professors for information on what the courses would be like before they even started. Personally, I'd learned from my first semester and decided not to buy any textbooks until after the class had started; that way I'd only buy the books we actually used instead of wasting money on a bunch of them and finding out we'd only be tested on one or two and the rest were basically superfluous. And I'm not making the mistake of paying $100 for a book I won't even use and selling it back for $20 again. If you ask me, the college textbook industry is basically organized crime and everyone involved should be shot.

So while Bill was off being the perfect student, I was just lazing about the apartment.

So it was, while I lay on my bed browsing web comics on my laptop, there was a knock on my door.

"Come in."

Sara peeked her head inside, then came in and looked around curiously. She'd only been in my room once or twice.

"What's up, kiddo?"

"Um... I need your help with something."

She was blushing. She always looked so cute when she did that.

"Sure. What sort of help?"

"Um... I think I have a bug bite or something. It's swollen and kinda sore, but not itchy or anything."

"Ok, c'mere and let me have a look at it," I said, as I set my laptop aside.

She stood next to my bed and raised her shirt up.

Whoa.

Her right nipple was swollen and puffy.

"Is it all right if I touch it?"

She nodded and I reached out and gently stroked it with a fingertip.

"Does that hurt?"

She shook her head.

I rubbed it a few more times with my thumb, then pressed down on it. She winced.

"Is that sore?"

"A little. It's not all itchy like a mosquito bite though."

I gently squeezed her nipple and the skin around it and discovered a small, but definite mass underneath it. Then I examined her left nipple; it wasn't puffy like the other one, but it was definitely more convex than it had been. I felt around that one and didn't find evidence of anything growing underneath it, but it was definitely following form of her other nipple.

It looked like Christmas had brought the gift of the onset of puberty to Sara.

"I think that's normal for a girl your age, Sara."

"It is?"

"Yup," I said, rubbing both her nipples. Strictly to make sure I wasn't misdiagnosing it, of course.

"Why's it doing that?"

"Well... it means your breasts are starting to grow."

"They are?!"

She was startled. She also seemed horrified, or at least unprepared for the revelation.

"Yup. Don't worry, it'll take a while, and you'll get used to it. It's perfectly normal for a girl your age. It just means you're growing up."

She still seemed taken aback at the news, but I decided to push my luck. It'd been months since I'd had any real fun with her, after all.

"Have you noticed any other changes elsewhere?"

"Like what?"

"Down here," I said, poking her pubic region through her jeans.

"I dunno. What kind of changes?"

"Well, why don't we have a look? Pull your pants down."

She fumbled with her button and zipper, then tugged her jeans down. After waiting for a few seconds, I dryly commented that she should probably pull her panties down too and she blushed, chuckling a little. She slid them down and I took the opportunity to examine her crotch from a few inches away.

Still pale and milky white, with that distinctive freckle on the lip and the tip of her clitoral hood peeking out. Not a single trace of peach fuzz anywhere. I gently caressed her labia with my fingertips, still marveling at how silky soft they were, and slightly squishy, like marshmallow. Then I parted her lips and looked in there for the second time; still that clean, moist pinkness, with just that arc of vestigial inner labia meeting to form her hood. I probed in there with my index finger, feeling along the inside of her slit, very gently pressing my fingertip against the opening to her holy-of-holies for a moment before using it to lift her hood and examine the tiny bump beneath it; I rubbed my fingertip in circles over it two or three times before she squirmed out of range, looking nervous.

"Is anything different down there?"

"Nope, everything looks the same."

"What would be different?"

"Mostly just some peach fuzz."

"Peach fuzz?" She wrinkled her nose and eyebrows, and her tone conveyed that I'd just said something ridiculous.

"A little bit of hair, like peach fuzz."

"Girls grow hair down there?"

"Sure do."

"So my privates will look all hairy like yours?"

I laughed and shook my head; I wasn't THAT hairy.

"No, most girls shave down there. Most girls shave their legs too. You aren't getting fuzzy legs, are you?"

She said she didn't, but I insisted on checking and she pulled her pants off entirely, panties around one ankle, so I could check. I examined them closely (mostly just staring at her crotch, honestly) and ran my hands up and down her legs; not a single trace of fuzz.

I guess while puberty was just barely starting to make her breasts bud, it hadn't kicked in anywhere else.

She sat on my bed, still with her jeans on the floor and panties around one ankle, and asked how long it would take for her breasts to grow, and how hairy she'd get (she found the concept disgusting) and how often she'd have to shave. I confessed to being unsure of the answers and explained that every girl was different, then described some of the changes I'd seen in my older sister (the one I mentioned showering with) for her.

I paused in the middle of our conversation to shift position and tried to adjust my pants so they were more comfortable.

"What's wrong?"

"Uh, I'm... getting hard again."

"Oh. Really? I thought that only happened when it felt good."

I offered a half-hearted explanation that it could happen when you saw a pretty girl naked, but she seemed less than interested in the explanation.

"Can I see it again?"

It took all of my restraint not to tear my pants off then and there. I got my pants off, removing my bulging boxers, and finally freed my erection. The cool air in the room felt good on my junk.

"I can touch it, right?"

"Go ahead, kiddo."

She shifted her position on the bed, not noticing her panties sliding off her foot and onto the floor, and took me in her hand, feeling my erection up and down with fascination. I glanced at the clock and confirmed that Bill had only left for the book store twenty minutes ago; he'd be gone for hours, searching for all the right books, standing in line, etc.

After months of no erotic activity, it was go time. I lay back on my bed, propping myself up on my pillows, and reveled in the marvelous sensation of a little girl exploring my genitals. After a minute or two, she seemed to have exhausted the novelty of my crotch after seeing it for the first time in months and leaned away.

"Are you going to finish?"

"Do I have to?" she asked reluctantly.

I considered trying to guilt her into doing it by telling her how sore it'd make me, but I resisted the temptation.

"No, you don't have to do anything if you don't want to. It'd just be nice, that's all."

She thought about it for a long, agonizing moment, then shook her head.

"Nuh-uh. I don't want my brother coming home while we're doing it."

"Oh, right. 'cause it's a secret."

"Yeah. Secret."

"Ok. I understand," I said, a little disappointed, but not willing to push it any further.

"Why don't you get dressed then and we'll play some video games?"

She grinned and slid back into her panties, then ran into the living room holding her jeans above her head, shouting, "I get Princess Peach!"

God damn you are a massive cock tease!

On the one hand, I believe OP enjoys the tease and buildup.

On the other hand, it makes for a fantastic fucking story.

Keep doing what you're doing, at your own pace, and don't change a goddamn thing. This is easily one of the best stories on /elit/

>>20581
Huh, I didn't think my summoning would have worked.

Well, I am assuming it is a one-time sort of thing.
Keep up, OP.

Author gets malaria and dies.

Wow...
When your on a secluded island for the holidays (and then some) you miss a lot...

>>20581
Cthulu has taste, does he not?

>>19884

I'm curious to know more about the situation, if you feel like describing it.

The Yellowstone supervolcano has erupted. The radioactive fallout from the nuclear war was finally settling down out of the atmosphere, and the permanent cloud layer from the meteor impact was thinning somewhat, letting sunlight through for the first time in weeks, and now this shit. Fuck my life. As I choke on the sulfurous fumes and wade through the waist-deep ash seeking shelter from the nuclear winter enveloping the earth, I realize that an African has stolen my bicycle and smoked my AIDS medication in an attempt to get high.

Fuck my life.

Of course, my misfortune is your gain; the best artists are the ones who suffered, right?

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This semester was going to be great. I had three classes on Mon-Wed-Fri scattered throughout the whole day, but Tues-Thur I only had one class, and it was first thing in the morning. Once it was over, the rest of my day was free.

Better still, one of my M-W-F courses was actually a PE course, alternating jogging and gym exercise. I was still worried about the infamous Freshman Fifteen and wanted to gain some muscle to attract girls.

I'm not entirely sure why I was still worried about attracting college girls then; I really was only concerned with one girl at the time, and she was far from college age. After a while I just stopped caring about girls my own age; I wonder when it actually happened. I also often wonder how my life might have turned out differently if I'd actually gotten a girlfriend my own age. I'd like to think for the better.

Regardless, I had set myself up with an easy workload for the semester, and had two days where I only had a morning class; the best part was that Bill, being Bill, not only had three courses M-W-F, same as me, he also had three courses T-Th, meaning he'd be out of the apartment all day. And since two of them were afternoon classes (3:00 and 5:00), that meant I was guaranteed some time alone with Sara twice a week, something that made me far giddier with anticipation than was strictly appropriate.

It wasn't until several weeks into the semester, however, that anything happened.

It was a Tuesday. I admired Sara's bare legs and panties (pale pink with a red ribbon on the front) at breakfast, headed out for my only class of the day, and after returning from class I had immediately stripped down to a t-shirt and boxers and sat on the couch with a bowl of cereal to play the latest Call of Duty game. Playing through the campaign took up most of the day, and by the time I beat it, I heard Sara coming into the apartment with her key. She tossed her backpack to the floor, greeted me with a hug as I put away my plate from lunch, then skipped off to her room and shut the door. I glanced at the clock and decided it was time for my workout; I still wasn't seeing much gain from the exercise, but since I'd started my PE class I'd noticed that my workout was less tiring, so I guess I was making some progress. I went into my room and shut the door, then started stretching out.

Right as I had finished my stretches and gotten onto the floor for pushups, there was a gentle knock on my door.

"Come in!"

Sara peeked through the door, spotted me face-down on the floor, and came in, staring at me quizzically.

"What are you doing?"

"Working out."

"Can I watch?"

"Sure," I said, not really seeing the appeal of watching someone exercise, but not opposed to spending time with her. She sat on the edge of my bed and watched intently as I did pushups, situps, bicycle kicks, and then a couple chin ups on the bar I'd set in my closet door.

By the time I finished, I'd worked up a sweat, and, casually, stripped off my t-shirt and boxes and grabbed a towel as if I were on my way to the shower. Then I stopped next to Sara, still sitting on the edge of my bed, as if I'd just remembered she was there. My crotch was roughly at the same level as her face, and it was clearly distracting her as she kept glancing at it, then to my face, then back to my crotch.

"So what's up, kiddo? Did you need something?"

She shrugged, then responded, "Nah, I just wanted to see what you were doing." Then she turned her full attention to my crotch.

"Your penis gets hard when it feels good, right?"

"Sure does," I responded, liking where this conversation was going.

"A couple weeks ago, I think you said it got hard if you saw a pretty girl naked, right?"

I confirmed that this was true.

She nervously brushed her hair out of her face (she kept doing that; maybe she needed a haircut?) and met my eyes, then asked, as if she was afraid of the answer, "Do you think I'm pretty?"

"You're very pretty," I assured her.

She blushed shyly, then hesitantly smiled.

"Really?"

"Really. I think you're a very pretty girl."

"So... if I was naked, your penis would get hard then?"

I grinned and replied, "Why don't you take your clothes off and we'll find out?"

She giggled and immediately slid her skirt off onto the floor, and I reached out and tickled her. She shrieked and laughed as I continued tickling her, then yanked her shirt off over her head and tossed her onto the bed to resume tickling her. After a while, I pressed my lips to her belly button and blew, making an enormous fart noise, and she shrieked hysterical laughter and tried to wiggle out of my grasp. Finally, I relented and she gasped for breath, grinning up at the ceiling.

I admired her bare chest and noticed that while the right nipple, still puffy and swollen, didn't seem to have changed, her left one was definitely puffier than last time I saw her topless, though not as much as her right nipple. After a while, she raised her head to look at my penis and said, disappointingly, "It's not hard."

"You're not naked yet," I said, grinning. She still had those cute pink panties on. She mouthed an "oh" and quickly slid her panties off and tossed them onto the floor, then lay back on the bed, legs straight out and arms stiff at her side.

I admired her face, which really was pretty, framed by her long, light brown hair that verged on blonde here and there, her flashing blue eyes, her perfect pink lips, the freckles scattered across her face like a dusting of pale tan sand on a white beach. I followed the graceful curve of her neck to the flat, milky white plain of her chest, interrupted only by the two warm, pink mounds budding on it. From there, I followed her smooth, flat belly down to the cleft of Venus, her thin, shapely legs, and down to her perfectly formed feet, toes pointed downward toward me. She looked like a painting by a Renaissance master; the sight practically left me breathless and my heart wasn't pounding, but racing.

"Spread your legs apart," I asked, and she immediately complied, giving me a better view of her smooth, pale slit, graced with the dark freckle on one side and just the tip of her hood peeking out from between her lips. Everything I'd ever been taught told me that this was wrong, immoral, forbidden, but something this beautiful, this awe inspiring, couldn't be wrong.

She raised her head to get a better look at my nether regions, and grinned when she saw my rapidly growing erection.

"You really think I'm pretty?"

"Yes. I really think you're pretty."

She sat up, tucked her legs under herself, and placed her hands in her bare lap.

"I can touch it, right?"

"Of course!" Did she even need to ask?

She immediately took my shaft in her hand and felt it up and down, rather than stroking.

"It gets really uncomfortable if you don't finish, right?"

"That's right."

She cupped my balls in her other hand and peered at them closely, then met my eyes again.

"You get sore right here?"

"Sure do."

"What's it feel like?"

Oh boy.

"Well... It's hard to explain to a girl. But they get really sore, and if a girl doesn't help you finish, it takes days to feel better."

She released my genitals and put her hands in her lap, seeming contemplative for a long moment. Before I could ask her what was wrong, she looked up at me again and I swear it looked like she was about to cry.

"I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"I got your penis hard the other day and I didn't help you finish. I'm sorry. I was scared Bill would come home and I didn't want him to know, so I didn't, and..."

"It's ok, sweetie. I understand. You don't have to do anything you don't want to do."

"But it hurt, right?"

Only my ego.

"A little. But it went away after a while."

She sniffed, then took my shaft in her hand again and began stroking.

"Well today I'm not gonna let you feel bad, ok?"

Fine with me.

I enjoyed the pleasurable sensation of her little hand wrapped around my shaft and jerking at a steady pace for about a full minute, then I decided that if I was going to hell, I was getting reservations at the hottest table. It was time to see how eager she was to learn.

"Hey, kiddo? You want to try something new?"

"What's that?"

"Something that'll really make me feel good. Even better than this."

"Really?"

"Do you know what a blowjob is?"

She let go of my dick and brushed her hair back, looking at me innocently as she shook her head.

"Nuh-uh. I heard some boys from class talking about it, but I don't know what it is."

"It's... kind of like a special kiss. Girls give it to boys they really like, and it feels really good, even better than what you're doing right now."

She brushed her hair back again and leaned back, resting her weight on her elbows and giving me another wonderful look at her naked body.

"How's it work?"

"Well, basically you put my penis in your mouth."

"Gross!"

"It's not gross!"

"You pee from there!"

"Well, not right now!"

She giggled at that, then shook her head in disbelief.

"No way! That's weird!"

"It's not weird."

"Girls really do that?"

"Only if they really like the boy."

She suddenly got a serious look on her face and sat up again.

"Do girls really do that? Put boys... things in their mouths?"

"Of course they do. Here, I'll prove it."

I picked up my laptop, googled 'blowjob', then brought up a couple of pictures. She stared in fascination.

"That is so gross. Why do they do that?"

"Because they like the boy they're doing it to, and want him to feel really good."

She closed my laptop, a look of consideration on her face.

"Do you want to try it?"

She wrinkled her face in displeasure and asked, "What's it taste like?"

"I have no idea," I replied honestly. "It can't taste too bad since girls do it all the time."

Yes, I was subtly pressuring her into sucking my dick, and no, her simple and innocent 11 year old mind didn't suspect that. I am definitely going to the special hell for taking advantage of her.

She held one finger to her chin and twisted to one side in a gesture of nervousness or embarrassment, staring at my penis and making an odd noise in the back of her throat.

"Tell you what, if you're too scared to try it, why don't we do something easier?"

"What?"

"Kiss it."

"Kiss it?!"

"Yeah. Just kiss the head."

"Nn-nn." She shook her head and blushed.

"Chicken."

"No, I'm not!"

"Yes, you are!"

"Nuh-uh!"

"Bawk, bawk-bawk-bawk!"

She slapped me on the thigh and grinned.

"Cut it out!"

"Only if you kiss it, sissy!"

"Do I have to?"

"No, you don't have to do anything if you don't want to. But you'll still be a sissy." Then I clucked at her some more.

She grabbed my penis, squeezing more than was really comfortable, closed her eyes, puckered up her lips, and darted her head in, barely brushing the tip of my penis with her lips.

"There! I did it! Now stop calling me chicken!"

"I'm sorry, sweetie. I'm just teasing, you know that, right?"

She nodded absentmindedly and touched her lips with her fingertips, as if expecting them to feel different.

"That wasn't so bad, was it?"

She shook her head.

"Now, you wanna try it for real?"

She gave a comical expression of disgust, shook her head wildly so her hair flew everywhere, and made a "blblblbbbl!" sound with her cheeks. I laughed; regardless of whether or not I was inappropriately sexually attracted to her, she really was funny.

After a moment, she laughed too, smiling nervously. Then she opened her mouth and leaned forward toward my penis, then jerked away at the last second, blushing. She did this several more times, and kept getting a laugh out of me. Then she did it again, this time making a "scarmf!" noise like a cartoon character taking a bite out of something and snapped her teeth a few inches away from my penis.

"Whoa, now!"

She giggled for a while, wiggling her butt into a more comfortable position on my bed, then seemed to sober. She reached out and gently squeezed my shaft from its base all the way up to the head and squeezed that as well. She still seemed nervous.

"Tell you what, why don't we make this easier: all you have to do is close your eyes and open your mouth and I'll put it in there, just for a few seconds."

She twisted her mouth to one side and cocked her head in serious contemplation.

"And I'll only put the head in."

"The pink part?"

"Right. Just that part, not the whole thing."

She instantly relaxed and started squeezing the head and tugging on it gently, as if to see what it would be like in her mouth.

"Weeeeeell..."

"Just for a few seconds."

She sat up straight and closed her eyes.

"There's a good girl! Now open your mouth..."

She opened her mouth only a little and winced in anticipation.

I leaned forward and put my hand on the back of her head to hold her steady.

"Now remember, no teeth."

"Uh-huh."

I pressed the tip of my penis against her open lips and she closed her mouth; after a moment, she opened it again, still only a little. I gently pressed against her lips until she stopped resisting and felt the head slide into her mouth, feeling her lips shut around my shaft just behind the head.

Oh shit. The feeling was indescribable. I could feel her breath from her nostrils blowing onto my shaft, and my head felt warm and moist. It was great. I could feel as her tongue moved back to avoid contact with my penis, ran out of room, then returned to its rest position, sliding under my head. I shivered at the sensation of that warm, moist appendage's touch.

This tableau held for what seemed like an eternity, but was probably only ten seconds. Then I slowly pulled most of the way out of her mouth and gently slid back in, keeping my promise to only insert the head. I did this four or five times before pulling out entirely. She opened her eyes and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand; a deep red blush was spreading across her face, her ears, and down her neck.

"There, that wasn't so bad, was it?"

She shook her head.

"So... what's it taste like?"

She pondered for a moment, then shrugged.

"I dunno. Not like anything I ever tried before."

"Well, have you ever had a boy's penis in your mouth before?"

"No!" she exclaimed, giggling.

"Well, there you go then!"

I reached down and tickled her armpit and she slapped my hand, smiling.

"You wanna try it with your eyes open this time?"

She waffled for another minute or so, then opened her mouth for me.

Fuck yes, Tuesdays are gorram awesome.

Wow! Amazing as always! Can't wait the moment Main Char french kiss Sara or eat her pussy!

Thank you OP.

A wonderful installment OP , can't wait to see what happens next.

> Tuesdays are gorram awesome.

I like you.

>>20615
>>20618
shhh, be patient. Let the master work.

We have all the time in the world.

I absolutely love this series, you sir are the greatest ELIT loli writer That I have ever seen. Keep up the good work!

>>20627

Oh, I intend to.

Also, I'm going to go ahead and start my other story before I forget everything I want to do with it. Don't worry, it won't replace or take away from Roommates, and it's a much shorter story, so it'll be done long before Roommates is. It'll probably update faster since there's less work involved, but hey.

It's the difference between fine wine that takes year to perfect and cheap whiskey you made in a week; one gets you immediate gratification, but the other is much more satisfying in the long run.

You would not believe the bullshit involved in trying to post my new story. I may just start a whole new thread because of how fucked up it is.

All Hail OP, a God amongst men!

I stumbled upon this today and I fucking love it. Dammit, I can wait uptil the main character gives Sara some oral, damn I feel like a perv. Thank you, you fine gentleman, thank you.

>>20648
what are you struggling with, OP?

>>20648
What's the problem? I am waiting for porn D:

>>20667
How shitty is your bandwidth

>>20686
Same guy different pc, amazing why?

Hail, OP! You have not only made great loli, but you have inspired great loli writers. Now here is the Nobel Peace Prize: Loli Edition

What if this WAS AnonyMPC?

/tinhat

>>20700

Don't sully the name of the great AnonyMPC like that.

>>20703
He's not sullying AnonyMPC's name, this guy has what it takes to join the unholy pantheon of /elit/! For the record, that would be the likes of OnlySomeOfTheTime, BaneOfTheBlackDragons, Mint, and of course the magnificent AnonyMPC. Feel free to add to that list btw, I know I'm forgetting a few.

One of the best stories I've ever read here. All hail OP!

>>20710
Still, the only name we know of op is... Well, op.

Today op was not a faggot.

Sara squeezed her eyes shut as my penis got closer to her mouth and I paused. After a few seconds with nothing happening, she opened her eyes again, only to see my dick looming just an inch or two in front of her face. She fell back on the bed, covered her face with her hands, and devolved into a hysterical laughing fit.

I found myself laughing too, and after a while, she got control of herself and sat up again, her face a few inches from my penis.

"This is so weird," she said, laughter still in her voice.

"You ready this time?"

She nodded and opened her mouth, not quite closing her eyes this time. I slowly leaned forward until the head of my penis brushed against her lips and she shut her eyes again.

Fuck it. She was still willing, so it's all systems go. Instead of waiting for her to open her eyes, I slid the head into her mouth.

It rested there for ten seconds or so before she opened her eyes and found herself staring down the length of my shaft into my neatly trimmed pubes. She studied the view for a moment, then looked up to meet my eyes. I smiled at her; she didn't smile back, but then it would have been hard to tell since she had a mouth full of dick. Her eyes returned to my shaft and gently nibbled at the head with her lips, carefully keeping her teeth from touching, as requested. I shuddered at the electric jolt of pleasure shooting up my spine as I felt her tongue slide around inside her mouth and then eventually start probing the head of my penis; her tongue first felt the underside, curling the tip to brush against the head, then it slid all around the sides, top, and tip of my head. I gasped and it was all I could do to hold still and not blow my load right then and there. After only a minute or so, but what felt like an eternity, she grasped my shaft in her hand and took my penis out of her mouth; a long, thin strand of either spit or pre-cum trailed from her lower tip to the tip of my penis.

She smacked her lips thoughtfully a couple times, then cocked her head quizzically.

"It tastes kinda... I dunno, salty? And... kinda like pennies smell."

"Metallic?"

"Yeah, that."

Without any prompting, she put the head of my penis into her mouth and swirled it around in her mouth with her tongue, probing and tasting it experimentally. I felt my head brush against her teeth, then press against her cheeks, and then she curled her tongue around it as best she could. Damn, this was amazing! She didn't know anything about blowjobs (and, to be honest, I'd never gotten one before, so I didn't have any experience either), but I could certainly see why they were popular!

The contrast between her warm, moist mouth on my head and her cool puffs of breath on my shaft produced the most amazing effect. All too soon, she took me out of her mouth again and lipped her lips, still looking at my penis with a quizzical look on her face.

"So, do you like it?"

She shrugged.

"It's not bad, I guess. How does it feel?"

"It feels AMAZING!"

She smiled and brushed her hair back, blushing a little.

"Really?"

"Really! You're doing a good job, kiddo. You're gonna help me finish, right?"

She nodded, then paused as something seemed to occur to her.

"When you orgasm, your tastacles-' she still made it rhyme with Hercules- "are gonna squirt that white, snotty stuff out your penis, right?"

"The semen? Yeah, every time. That's how you know I'm finished."

"What do we do with it?"

I looked at her like I didn't understand what she was talking about, trying to subtly influence her.

"What do you mean?"

"When it squirts out, then what? When it happened at the pond and in the bathroom, we washed it off with water. What do we do when you finish here?"

"Well, most girls when they give a blowjob just swallow the semen."

She stuck her tongue out in a pantomime of gagging and said, "gross!"

"It's not gross, girls do it all the time! You want me to show you?"

She shook her head.

"No, I believe you. It's just... weird, that's all."

"You don't have to if you don't want to."

She responded by slowly, almost reluctantly, opening her mouth, inviting me to put my penis inside it again.

Fuck yes, Tuesday and Thursday afternoons were going to be the BEST if I could do this on a regular basis!

I leaned forward to insert the head into her mouth again, feeling her warm lips close around it and her moist, slippery tongue slide beneath it. I then guided her to wrap her hand around my shaft and jerk me off, which she did. She kept her eyes open, watching my face.

After a while, I slowly started thrusting back and forth in her mouth, not even pulling my head out, just giving it a back and forth motion. She didn't seem to mind, and continued jerking my shaft in the same rhythm she'd developed earlier.

Oh, shit, this was amazing. I have no idea if a blowjob is the same regardless of who gives it, but this was my first, I was getting sucked by a gorgeous 11 year old girl I'd had an unhealthy attraction to for months, and it felt indescribably awesome.

I began to breathe heavily, like I was working out again, and put my hand on Sara's head, stroking her hair gently as I slowly thrust back and forth inside her mouth.

"Oh, you're doing good, sweetie. You're doing real good."

She didn't respond, but she did keep up the pace with the jerking; eventually her arm got tired and she switched hands.

Oh man. Oh man, this was it. I felt the tension building inside my balls, felt the electric build up in my whole body. I stopped her hair and put my hand around the back of her head to keep her from moving when I came. She'd been watching my face almost the entire time, and I focused on her brilliant blue eyes, framed by her light brown hair and the spray of freckles across her pale face, her lips and cheeks bulging slightly every time I thrust. I tensed up, breathing rapidly, holding out as long as I could until...

I was a gentleman. I kept my promise and didn't insert any of the shaft into her mouth, no matter how badly I wanted to thrust deeper as the moment of climax arrived. I couldn't take it anymore and I blew my load, could feel my dick pulsing hard as semen shot out over and over again. She made a muffled sound as I ejaculated heavily into her mouth, but my hand held her in place as she tried to jerk away.

"Swallow it, quick!"

I could FEEL her swallowing, as it pulled at the head of my penis, and I watched her adam's apple bob (girls do have them, by the way, they're just not as pronounced) and I pulled out of her mouth, a little bit of jizz still dribbling out of my penis.

She coughed and spat, leaning forward, and I quickly sat on the end of the bed next to her and patted her bare back as she continued to cough.

"You ok, kiddo?"

She nodded, then coughed again. I grabbed a water bottle from beside my bed and gave it to her and she quickly drank almost half of it before finally gasping.

"You ok?"

"Yeah, I just choked a little. I think it went down the wrong way when I swallowed."

"I'm sorry, sweetie," I said, hugging her bare body to mine. "I didn't mean to do that to you."

"No, you didn't do it. It just happened, is all."

I moved one arm so I could stroke her hair again while still hugging her, the warmth of her bare skin surprising.

"Well, it wasn't so bad, wasn't it?"

She shook her head, wiping at her mouth with the back of her hand and taking another sip from the water bottle.

"Nuh-uh. It tasted weird and it was all slimy, but it wasn't that bad."

"Good. I'm glad you didn't dislike it."

She nodded, propping her feet up on their heels and wiggling her toes.

"Did you like it?"

"Sara, I liked that very much. I think that's the nicest thing any girl has ever done for me."

I wasn't lying or even exaggerating; up to that point, it really was the nicest thing any girl had ever done for me.

She blushed and twisted away slightly, embarrassed. I think it was her shy innocence, combined with her curiosity and willingness, that most attracted me to her.

"Um..."

I waited for her to continue.

"That, uh... that was something special that girls do for boys, right?"

"Right."

"Boys they really like, right?"

She brushed her hair back behind her ear and turned to look me in the face intently, as if the answer were really important.

"Of course."

"Like, boyfriend-girlfriend, like each other?"

I nodded, rubbing her side absentmindedly with my thumb.

She blushed a little, but didn't look away as she asked, "So... am I your girlfriend now?"

Holy shit. I wasn't really expecting that. My heart, which was just starting to slow down from my orgasm a minute earlier, suddenly kicked into overdrive again.

"Well, I'm not sure. Let's discuss that for a bit, kiddo."

I slid back further onto the bed and lay down comfortably, head propped up against my pillows. She joined me, spooning up against me quite nicely and turning her head to face me; I propped her head up with my right arm and cupped her small buttocks with my hand, and casually rested my other hand on her waist. We cuddled like that as we spoke.

"I'm not really sure you're old enough for that kind of relationship. And a lot of people would think it was kinda weird if you had a boyfriend who was as old as I am." This was the first I'd even hinted that what we were doing wasn't normal. She nodded and replied, "Like Bill?"

"Yeah, like Bill. I don't think he'd understand, do you?"

"Nuh-uh."

"So I guess what it really comes down to is... do you like me that way?"

Most kids, I'm sure, would have just said yes without even thinking about. She took the question seriously and pondered it for a good two minutes, wiggling her toes against my shins. I gently massaged her buttcheek with my hand while I waited for her answer.

"I think so. I like you. I really, really like you. You're nice to me, you're cool, you're fun, and you treat me serious. You don't blow me off 'cause I'm a kid; you act like I'm a real person."

"That's because you are a real person, kiddo," I said, leaning in and gently pecking her on the cheek. She looked up at me, a sense of urgency in her eyes, and her voice wavered a little as she asked, "Do you like me?"

"Yes. I like you very much. I think you're cool too. Cool, and funny, and very pretty."

She flushed slightly, just a hint of pink across her cheeks and the tips of her ears, and she hugged me.

"Do you want to be my boyfriend, then?"

"I dunno, you sure you want some old dude for your boyfriend?"

She snickered and slapped me on the shoulder, grinning.

"I guess that's a yes!"

We cuddled together like that for a while longer. I kept trying to think of what this meant and how it would affect things, but my thoughts kept skittering around it. I focused on her face and she seemed to be staring off into space, smiling subtly. I wondered what she was thinking.

"When does Bill get back?"

I looked over her head at my clock and answered, "not for a couple more hours."

Then I looked down at her and asked, "Why, you wanna keep doing this?"

She grinned and nodded.

"Ok."

I sat up and patted my lap.

"Sit here, and let's give you a turn."

Holy boner, OP! Keep it up! =D

Awesome!

Glad they (Not dumb enough to say their acronym) didn't get ya, OP!

I fucking love you, OP.

>>20813
Implying posting here isn't enough to get you traced, you dipshit.

>>20816

Pfft. I'm stealing your wifi.

sweet buttery jesus...everytime....just...so *sniff*

So, yeah. I'm probably gonna drop my other story and just focus on this one.

Any aspiring authors maybe wanna pick up the other story?

>>20831
I wasn't terribly fond of the other story, to be honest, OP. It made me feel sad to read about a little girl getting hurt and humiliated and scared like that.

>>20806
Another wonderful (does it count as a chapter?) Keep it up op!

>>20806

I keep imagining Sara like Dojima Nanako, I feel like a horrible big bro

>>20839
This story is nice, but a bit too one-sided I think. Protagonist needs to reward her, bury his head between her legs...

>>20858
"Sit here, and let's give you a turn."

What do you think this mean hmmm?

I cant Imagine what "Giving her a turn" Means!

>>20839

Which is the main reason why I don't like it.


>>20848

There is so much porn of her on gelbooru, sankaku complex, etc.

MOAR

>>20858
Goddamn you for remains me to that game. Now it won't feel the same again.

"Every day's great at your Junes !"

Somehow, I'm starting to look forward more to OP's intros now. I wonder if OP will ever meet the one who masterminded the nuclear war.

>>20870

Maybe op would become the hero tracking down the mastermind behind the Armageddon.

>>20871

OP is the Master Mind!!!

>>20878

No, OP, you are the mastermind.

Then OP was a zombie.

>>20816
I don't think I'm the only conspiracy theorist here

>>20878
With all the ominous foreshadowing in the story Sara's brother, Bill, probably destroyed the world after realizing his friend was corrupting his sister.

>>20907
He was fucked out of his mind on Ritalin when he did it.

There's something wrong when this isn't on the first page. Terribly wrong.

OP, don't let this materpiece die!

You know, maybe we're putting too much pressure on OP to come up with a plot for that future of his.

>>20948
Or maybe not enough pressure.

"A wizard is never late, nor is he early. He always arrives precisely when he means to."

"I'm makin' records, my fans they can't wait. They write me letters, tell me I'm late."

You get the next chapter when I'm in the mood to write it.

the wizard of oz: the story of a girl who travels to a surreal landscape only to kill the first person she meets. she groups up with a few strangers only to kill agian.

“My world, my world... How can such a good little girl like you destroy all of my beautiful wickedness." - Wicket Witch of the North

“Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain!” ― L. Frank Baum, The Wonderful Wizard of Oz

“Some people without brains do an awful lot of talking, don't you think?” ― L. Frank Baum, The Wonderful Wizard of Oz

Just for fun guys :)

"Look what you've done! I'm melting! melting! Oh, what a world! What a world! Who would have thought a good little girl like you could destroy my beautiful wickedness? Oooooh, look out! I'm going! Oooooh! Ooooooh!"

Calling it now, that's going to be the line the protagonist says when Sara gives him his next blowjob.

>>20969
"moods are for cattle and love play" not Zombies ;)

You gets what I gives ya, when I gives it.

>>20998
I don't really think we want something other than that, OP...

Well stop being so stingy an start giving it.

>>21005
op give good

no stingy

>>21008
elit good....

cake good....

>>21005

Be calm and wait. For OP will surely deliver.

I really like that I can say that <i>without</i> sarcasm.

Sara wiggled around so she was in my lap and I slid my hand down toward her crotch; she spread her legs for me without hesitation, smiling slightly as she tilted her head back to look at me. I smiled back and began gently rubbing her outer labia with my fingertips and hugged her with my other arm. She giggled and wriggled around in my lap.

I continued gently rubbing her up and down, then kissed her on the forehead and changed tack; with just my index and middle fingers, I began rubbing up and down her smooth, clean slit. As I watched her face, trying to gauge her reaction, I began gently rubbing her swollen right nipple with the tip of my other thumb. Her eyes widened slightly and she giggled again.

"That feels weird!"

"Does it?"

"Keep doing it."

I eagerly obeyed, continuing to gently rub her nipple and slit at the same time for about a minute.

Then, while continuing to play with her nipple, I stopped rubbing her crotch and began probing for her vagina with my finger; I soon found it, more from its moist warmth than anything else, and began to gently press my finger against her opening when she wrinkled her forehead and put one hand on top of mine.

"Don't."

"What's wrong?"

She just shook her head and removed her hand. Confused, I resumed rubbing up and down her slit for a while and she relaxed again, smiling.

"So does that feel good?"

"Yeah. It makes me feel weird inside, like, all tingly. Kinda like when you're really scared, but... not. Y'know?"

I nodded and continued petting her, giving her another kiss on the forehead.

"So you like it?"

She nodded, then shifted position in my lap slightly so she could raise her pelvis, giving me better access. I could feel the stirrings in my penis again. Damn if this wasn't the hottest thing I'd ever participated in.

Experimentally, I very gently squeezed around her nipple and stopped almost immediately as she winced and made a hiss of indrawn breath.

"You don't like that?"

".... they're sore. Keep doing it like you were."

"Ok."

After a while, I shifted the rubbing so it concentrated more on the region around her clitoris. I didn't see any overt reaction from her, so I started to rub a little harder. She quivered a little in my lap, clenched her hands into fists, and closed her eyes. I started rubbing in little circles over her clitoral hood, and her eyes snapped open, her back arched, and she shot her hands down to her crotch.

"WHOA!"

Startled, I stopped rubbing and looked at her. She flushed red, cupping her crotch with both hands, and gave me a wide-eyed look.

"That feels WEIRD!"

"Do you like it?"

She waffled for a minute, then made an 'eh' kind of expression as if she were unsure of herself.

"I dunno. It feels really weird."

"But it's a good kinda weird, right?"

She shifted uncomfortably and gave a noncommittal shrug. Disappointed and worried I might be going too fast for her, I asked if she wanted to just go back to the rubbing she'd enjoyed earlier.

"No, I think I'm ok for now," she replied and scooted off my lap back onto the bed beside me.

What the hell, did I scare her off somehow? Maybe she was just taken by surprise by the way her body responded and didn't know what to do? Before I could say anything else, she announced that she had to go to the bathroom and literally ran out of my room and slammed the bathroom door behind her.

Dammit, I scared her off somehow. Maybe I was going too fast? I didn't know what it was I'd done wrong, so how could I avoid doing it again unintentionally?

Oh, you know what you're doing wrong, you sick bastard. You just came in a little girl's mouth and molested her.

I tried to shake the sudden guilt crashing down on me like a load of bricks, but it seemed like my conscience had decided to return just then to torment me. Great timing, asshole.

I was saved by the flushing toilet, and Sara emerged from the bathroom, blushing slightly and looking embarrassed about something. She snapped out of it quickly and flung her naked body onto the bed next to me, grinning, and suddenly snarled like an animal, her little hands darting toward my rib cage.

Oh, come on, a tickle fight NOW? I was at my most vulnerable, nude and wrestling with my inner demons, and now I was wrestling with a naked little girl on my bed. She found the one spot I'm actually ticklish in and I started laughing, then I struck back with a vengeance. If this was a tickle war, then my counterattack was like the Soviets crashing through the Fulda Gap to kick off WWIII. She howled with hysterical laughter and thrashed her arms and legs to dislodge me.

Finally, she surrendered and I stopped tickling her. We lay side by side on the bed, and I watched her heaving chest as she panted and grinned at the ceiling. I felt the stirring down below again as she sat up and faced me, smiling.

She noticed my growing erection, and though she was a bit hesitant she didn't ask my permission this time as she took it in her hand and began stroking.

She really was perfect in every way possible, except for the fact that I'd get twenty years in prison for this if anyone ever found out.

I stretched out and laid back, relaxing totally and losing myself in the pleasurable sensation as her small, soft hand slowly jerked the shaft of my penis. Have you ever stopped and realize that you were experiencing a perfect moment, one you would look back on fondly, all too aware that it would end soon and you'd never get that moment back? I did, right then.

Well, if this was a perfect moment, I might as well get the most out of it.

"You wanna put it in your mouth again?"

She wavered for a few seconds, then opened her mouth and took me inside. I had to guide her to keep jerking my shaft, but she got back into it quickly.

"Try moving your head up and down too, like your hand."

She slowly bobbed her head up and down a couple times, meeting my eyes as if to ask if she was doing it right.

"That's good, sweetie! Keep doing that."

She slowly bobbed her head up and down, the head of my penis never fully leaving her mouth, and continued jerking me with her hand. I rested one hand on the back of her head and stroked her hair again.

"Oh, that's great. You're doing really good, kiddo. That feels awesome."

After a while, I could myself getting close to climax and whispered a request for her to go faster. She took me out of her mouth and stretched her jaw, then looked at me and said, "My neck's getting sore."

"That's ok. You can just hold it in your mouth and do the rest with your hand; you're almost done."

She nodded, took me into her mouth again, and held her head still as she continued jerking. I rested my head against my pillow, closed my eyes, and concentrated on the sheer pleasure her warm, moist mouth gave me and...

I grunted as I achieved orgasm and ejaculated into her mouth, my hand holding her head in place in case she got startled and tried to pull away; she didn't. I didn't come nearly as much as the first time, and she quickly swallowed it and sat up, smacking her lips and going, "bleagh".

"That was great, sweetie. You did a really good job."

She smiled and brushed her hair back out of her face and asked, "Really?"

"Really. C'mere."

She flopped on top of me and we squeezed each other in a bear hug and just sort of snuggled for a while.

"So, do you like doing this?"

She nodded, digging her chin into my breast bone uncomfortably.

"Yeah. This is fun. I like doing grown up stuff like this."

"So do you like it better when I touch you, or when you touch me?"

She thought about it for a while, kicking her heels back and forth in the air above us, then shrugged.

"I dunno. It's just fun no matter what."

"Well, good. I'm glad you enjoy it, kiddo."

I hugged her again and she hugged me back, closing her eyes and snuggling on top of me, the top of her head tucked under my chin. I glanced at the clock.

Shit. Bill was due back in half an hour. If I didn't want him to bring back defenestration as a method of expressing displeasure, we needed to NOT be naked in bed together and covered in each other's bodily fluids.

"Hey kiddo, your brother's gonna be back soon. We'd get cleaned up and dressed."

She reluctantly rolled off of me, and I goosed her butt as I got off the bed, eliciting an indignant squawk. I quickly herded her into the shower and we washed each other off and shampooed without wasting time on any naughty shenanigans like last time. We finished showering in ten minutes, toweled off, shut ourselves in our respective rooms, and got dressed.

Once I had clean clothes on, I headed into the kitchen to start some macaroni and cheese for dinner. Just in time too; I heard the key enter the lock and then Bill came into the apartment, tossing his backpack on the table.

"I just got an A on my first paper of the semester! Whadda say we celebrate with a few rounds of Super Smash Brothers?"

"Sure, right after eat. Go tell your sister that dinner's ready."

The three of us ate at the table, Bill in an unusually good mood and Sara chattering about her day at school in between bites. I mostly just nodded and made encouraging sounds to keep her talking while I ate, ignoring that she was rhythmically kicking my knees with her bare feet.

Dinner finished, we turned on the Wii and Bill and I proceeded to alternate victories, tying the score. One last tie-breaker match also went about evenly until the last moment, when...

Bill tossed the controlled on the couch and jumped to his feet, shouting.

"WHOOOOOOO! GAME OVER, MAN, GAME OVER! VICTORY IS MINE!"

Head bowed in shame, I surrendered my controller to Sara as she leaped over the back of the couch, sat indian-style, and immediately challenged the victor.

She creamed him three out of four. I felt a little better.

And I was definitely looking forward to Thursday.

OP you are a great writer i cant wait to read the next installment.

I'm loving this, OP, thank you!


And it is true about not knowing if it's good or bad sometimes it is just weird!
I get what Sara feels. It's nice and exciting to have your partner touch you, but the equipment is so complicated... It can hurt so easily and it becomes especially sensitive after an orgasm.

Also, if you go upwards, lifting the clitoral hood it can easily hurt, so it's better to slide your hand downwards, and caress the clitoris over the hood. Then it's hardly a good idea to use one finger alone, as it tends to hurt... so you either use two and keep the clit in the middle (while both fingers press the hood, which makes pressure on the clit) or use 3 fingers, which is a bit more intense, but it won't hurt.

>>21033
Is it for grown up women or only for lolis?

>>21033
You sound like you know a lot about touching lolis.

>>21036
>>21037

Well, that's how it goes from grown women and teens... I figure it's the same for lolis

Time for critique. Are we enjoying the pace of the story so far? Do we want more sex, or more story with some sex thrown in? Are the characters and their behavior realistic, or unbelievable?

Tell me. What do you like, what do you dislike, and what do you want more of?

>>21049
More sex, but don't make it the main focus. I like the slowness your taking, and the intelligence behind it. I would like to see more intimacy. That's what I think at least.

>>21049

All on par, as far as I'm concerned, in regards to character action and development. I feel like Sara is about as tentative and squeamish as a young girl would be, which is a fun perspective to have. I would definitely advocate speeding up the sexual interactions just a bit - not too much, don't completely break the pacing, but we're pretty unbelievably deep to have had so little progress sexually.

Oh, and it might be interesting to get a Sara POV chapter or two for shiggles, if you'd be interested in writing it.

>>21053

Agreed somewhat with this poster, though i wouldn't say we need MORE sex scenes, it's just my opinion that more descriptive sex scenes are in order.

> Oh, and it might be interesting to get a Sara POV chapter or two for shiggles, if you'd be interested in writing it.


Please don't do this. First it would kind of break the whole feel of the story, since it has been told in first person for months now. Also i wouldn't want you to force yourself out of your comfortable writing zone for our sake. If you feel perfectly capable and willing to write a Sara POV update that's great, more content, but i'm personally against it.


Really OP your writing is fantastic, a couple little errors here in there but i'm really not finding any fault in your writing. If you continue doing what you have been doing, you will make many penises happy.... and sore.

>>21049
Another author's note, but with some apocalyptic wasteland sex included. For the story, plot before sex would be appreciated.

>>21054
What about reading her diary entries?

>>17319
Dear diary, today I sucked a dick!

The first person bit is what gives it so much of the nice tension. Telling it from Sara's
viewpoint would be like playing minesweeper with all the mines visible.

Yeah, we're not getting any chapters from Sara's perspective, sorry.

Anything else?

>>21081

Since they are boyfriend-girlfriend now, maybe some activities like going shopping for clothes, to the cinema, to a drive-in theater, to the restaurant, etc.

Add in a pinch of romance and sex.

>>17319
We love your writing, that is all.

>>17319
We love your writing, that is all.

You should have them deal with how some of the girls at Sara's school have 'boyfriends' and how shallow and fragile those relationships are and what this means in light of their own.

>>21085
Pretty good idea this. Might she also get jealous easily since the relationship is a secret?

Whatever happens keep us guessing.

>>21085
>>21094

yeah no, this sounds pretty lame. OP, just keep doing your thing, a bit more of story would be great

>>21102

Couldn't agree more man. Those suggestions sound downright awful.

Sara has to leave for [enter reason] for a couple of days and she asks the protagonist not to masturbate during that time. She wants him to wait for her since they are now boyfriend-girlfriend. She makes him promise. He does. He has a hard time but he successfully manages to not fap.

When she finally comes back, Bill is the one who leaves for 2 days for [enter reason]. The protagonist surprises Sara with the fact that he made a reservation to a fancy restaurant and has a romantic evening planned. She is really happy but then looks a bit worried because she doesn't have a nice dress to wear.

He decides to go shopping with Sara in the afternoon before going to the restaurant. After picking a couple of dresses, she goes to the changing room and he manages to enter her cabin unseen. They make-out. She goes on her knees and starts sucking and gets a good taste of his precum. He is too scared to get caught so he stops before orgasm and leaves the cabin unseen. She picks a very nice dress although it's pricy. He still decides to buy her the dress as a Valentine's present.

When they were leaving the mall, they pass an underwear boutique. She tells him that she wants some.

Afterward, they go back to the apartment and prepare to go to the restaurant. They both take a shower (not together). He shaves his balls and wears a tie. She puts some makeup on, wears the new underwear and the dress. She looks stunning. It really turns on the protagonist.

They drive to the restaurant. They are seated in a secluded area where almost no one can see them. They eat [food] and he drinks wine. They have a nice, almost adult, conversation. They manage to touch themselves a bit under the table.

After the meal, they go see a movie at a drive-in theater. They cuddle. During a sex scene they start making out. She sucks him again and gets another good taste of his precum. They don't go further and he doesn't have an orgasm because they are afraid of getting caught.

They drive home. He brings her in his arms to his room where he lights candles and puts music on. They slowly get undress while making out. He ends up on his back on the bed and she realizes that he doesn't get erect even if she jerks him. He tells her that it might be because of the alcohol, but that there are special ways to make it go hard. He tells her that balls are a very sensitive part of a man, even more so than the penis. She starts massaging his balls with her hand. She procedes to kiss them, then lick them, then suck each of them. Finally, she manages to take his whole ballsack in her mouth and starts sucking and licking with her gentle tougue. During this time he massages her clitoris. He his now fully erect and has precum coming out. She tastes it and alternates between sucking his balls licking his precum.

He then returns the favor and eats her out.

She then gets on all fours. He gets behind her and slides his dick between her ass cheeks. His precum is oozing out and makes it slippery. He then puts his dick between her labia and slides it there without penetration. His precum mixes with some of her juices. She reaches between her legs and holds his dick firmly against her slit. Some precum oozes out and she periodically licks her fingers. He tells her to grab, caress and fondle his balls to get more out. She does and tries to not miss a drop.

Meanwhile, he places his hand on her butt and his thumb on her asshole. He massages her asshole and enters slightly. Her moans are quite audible now.

When he can't hold back any longer, he grabs her head and pulls her closer. She understands whats happening and quickly wraps her lips around his penis. He shoots a lot of cum in her mouth and she manages to swallow every drop. She looks up at him with a grin and licks her lips: she is very happy he kept his promise.

She says: « I love you ».

He says: « I love you too ».

>>21108
this is terrible and shares nothing in common with the rest of the story, as well as not making sense (you don't take a 11-12 year old girl out to dinner). At least you tried. Wait for OP next time.

>>21109

I beg to differ about the dinner comment, assuming you are a hitman named Leon.