Chapter 1 - Reminiscence
Codes: Fg, MF, Mg, M+g (implied), inc, pedo, ir, nc, oral

Eva Green was standing right in front of her full length mirror and gazing at the reflection. The white tube top she was wearing hasn’t been worn by her since childhood. That assessment had the eleven-year-old chuckle. Her childhood was no more than two months ago and yet felt like ages had past. The preteen slightly turned to her right and tentative caressed the little bee stings that would one day become her boobs. Though she had to be very deliberate not to touch the inflamed tissue of her nipples. Her teats were still obscenely enlarged by the shots her uncle had injected into them. Not only that but the studs of her piercings also irritated the aureoles of her tits. Looking closely one could clearly see the darker edges of the skin around her nipples against the faded material of her top. Not to mention the visible outline of the golden bars that were helping to keep her teats erect while the stretched fabric did all it was still capable of to squish them into the soft tissue of her chest. She could still remember her eight birthday when her uncle had gifted her that insanely inappropriate piece of garment. For her then it was the best present she had ever gotten. Not only did it made her feel very grown-up when she was wearing it, but she had also possessed something she could tease her mother with. She was constantly told by her that she was not allowed to wear that slutty crop top. But what her mother didn’t know was that she was donning it whenever possible under her regular clothes. Knowing her naughty behavior made her feel very itchy in her special place all the time. Her cunt she corrected herself in her mind as this is the appropriate grown-up way of saying. Uncle Donny had taught her all the proper words for the parts of her body. She could still feel the sting of his hand on her bare ass whenever she used her old baby language. Back then his flat was also the only place where she was allowed to show her beloved tube top freely not only to him but also to the friends he invited regularly. Sometimes they were watching sport together, but most of the time played silly games like Twister or Simon Says. In the end she had to remove it one way or another because she was forced to by the rules of the game, or it got dirty. Even the smallest smudges her uncle could see and always had her machine wash the garment at the highest temperature. Needless to say the cotton fabric was gradually shrinking in size and became threadbare rather quickly. A fact which Eva was now more aware of than ever. She could see some seams to be at the edge of tearing. Also, the ripping sound when she struggled to squeeze her torso in the now much too small garment was not very reassuring. Having become quite shy about her body in the last two years she hadn’t worn the tube top ever since and was also avoiding her uncle whenever possible. Maybe that’s the Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

I decided I may as well share what I write when I decide to write something. Most of it will be Futa on Male but anything with MaleSub in it will be included. Anyway, here's the first one involving a dominant Futa and her apparent bitch.

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Call girl - A short story.
Tags: Futa on male, futadom, reluctant

The phone rang.
I don't know why, but there was always this sense of anticipation and dread I have with picking it up. Not knowing who it was and knowing who it could be was almost a game of Russian Roulette I had with myself. Now, it happened almost daily. I picked up the phone Gun to my head - pull the trigger. "Hey there, moll" a feline, scratchy yet appeasingly seductive voice replied, female in nature.
Boom.
"Uuuuh, hey… Tash." I responded, not unnerved but unhappy. "Parents are gone. Come around" she demanded in a domineering tone. "Uuuhh, look, Tash… I don't know about today, it's not really a good t-" "Come around" she repeated, cutting me off. "Tash, I was just about to say that I don't really want to because I'm really busy, and… you know"
There was a disenchanting silence - shredding any hope of worming my way out.
Defeat.
"No. I don't. Come arooound" she said again, this time with the last word drawn out, as if she sounded wanting, but not desperate. "I know you really, really want to" she claimed, her voice thinning to an innocent tone. She was pulling all the strings for this one. She usually did.
"I just-"
"Come around"
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Who is Hotuser1807?
First of all, it must be said that Hotuser1807 is a man in his mid-40s and loves to show off his 1 meter 79 or 70.5 inch body publicly, completely naked, in pictures and videos on porn sites and also websites like Reddit Pimpandhost and X or 7chan and even on 8kun or similar websites, for free. Of course, it is normal that his nude pictures can therefore also be found every now and then on websites where Hotuser1807 himself has not uploaded his nude pictures. His nude pictures can also be found using most search engines using his name. There are no pictures on the Internet of Hotuser1807 where he is wearing clothes or at least underwear in his pictures. Therefore, Hotuser1807 can only be described and viewed naked. His naked body in his nude pictures has already been viewed by many thousands of people on the Internet. Some people have even followed these nude pictures on some websites.  That's why his most intimate parts of his body, such as his pubic area and especially his penis, are no longer a secret. That's why the public can not only see this body of people over 18, but can now and in the future also get a short description of his body to read. Hotuser1807 described his naked body himself and measured his erect penis and made it available to the public for free to read. Hotuser1807 also wrote that anyone can view his nude photos and videos freely and use them publicly. Hotuser1807's personal nude photos are of course a matter of taste.

What does Hotuser1807 look like naked?
Hotuser1807 has a fair-skinned, chubby body with no tattoos, but with stomach and pubic hair, armpit hair, and hair on his head and beard. There are also many nude pictures without pubic hair, but also more recent pictures where he can be seen with pubic hair. Otherwise with little body hair on his back, butt, chest and legs, but usually with pubic hair. His intimate area can also sometimes be shaved... whatever. The scrotum is of average size and is slightly hairy. The flaccid penis has a maximum length of 9 cm (3.55 inches). But more important and interesting is, what does the penis look like when erect? The width when erect is 3.8 cm (1.5 inches) in the middle of the penis when viewed from above. The glans is a bit wider 4 cm (1.58 inches) wide.  From above, you can also see a thick vein in the middle of his erect penis. The girth of his penis is not completely round, but slightly oval. And also on the right side of his penis when viewed from above, you can see a few veins. There is brown pubic hair to the left and right of his penis and testicles, and there is pubic hair in the rest of the pubic area above the penis, but the light skin is still visible. There is also some hair from his belly button down to his pubic hair. There is a small mole on the right side of his pubic area and in his groin where his leg begins. The pubic hair is too thin to cover it. The penis itself is hairless, but when he is erect Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

The young girl lay sprawled on the white bed, her fiery red hair a stark contrast to the pristine sheets beneath her. Her eyes were bright with a mix of lust and curiosity, and her lips parted slightly, a soft pink against her alabaster skin. Her chest, almost devoid of any feminine curves, heaved with every breath she took, each one more ragged than the last. The room was dimly lit, casting a warm, sensual glow across her naked form, her body glistening with a fine sheen of sweat that made her look like a freshly plucked fruit, ripe for the taking.

Her partner's hand, muscular and tanned, rested possessively on her hip, guiding the tempo of their shared passion. The unseen man's penis, thick and veiny, continued its relentless dance within her, stretching her tight, hairless pussy to the brink of pain and pleasure. Each thrust was met with a soft, guttural moan that resonated in the quiet room, a symphony of desire that seemed to echo off the walls. Her legs, so slender and smooth, wrapped around his waist, urging him deeper, her toes curling in a silent plea for more.

Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, a ballet of lust that seemed choreographed by the gods themselves. Her hands roamed over her own body, teasing her nipples into stiff peaks that matched the intensity of her arousal. She bit her bottom lip, her teeth sinking into the soft flesh as she struggled to maintain eye contact with the camera. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, a rhythmic beat that grew louder with each passing second. The scent of their mingled arousal permeated the air, a heady aroma that made her feel dizzy with need.

Her unseen partner's hips bucked faster, his grip on her hip tightening as he approached climax. The young girl's eyes grew wider, her pupils dilating with the promise of release. She could feel the heat building within her, a coil of pleasure that grew tighter and tighter with each thrust. Her fingers danced down her stomach, tracing the line of her hipbone before delving into the slickness of her folds. She found her clit, a tiny pearl of sensitivity, and began to rub it in slow, deliberate circles, her hips rolling in sync with his movements.

Their bodies were a blur of motion, a tapestry of limbs and passion that was captured in stark detail by the camera's unflinching gaze. The man's shaft, still buried deep within her, was now coated in a sheen of their combined juices, and the sound of his balls slapping against her ass grew more urgent. She could feel him swell even further, the head of his cock nudging at her hymen, sending waves of exquisite pain-pleasure crashing through her.

Her own hand grew more frantic between her legs, her fingers moving in a frenzied dance as she sought to match the crescendo of sensation building inside her. Her nails dug into her palm, leaving half-moons of white against the pink flesh as she applied Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

Hi all, this was a WIP eLit story posted on the 99chan /ss/ boards. Unfortunantly they no longer have an /ss/ board and from browsing various /eLit/ and /ss/ boards I have seen no evidence of the this story anywhere, so I have decided to share what I have here.

I would like to state in clearly though, THIS IS NOT MINE. Some else wrote this and I am simply reposting it here. If the original author see this and wants to finish the story, PLEASE do!

Anyways, this story was separated by posts, not chapters. I'll post what I see as a chapter per post. Anyways again, on with the story

Chapter 1, part 1

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My story actually started when I was 6 years old. My family lived in a college town in an area that wasn't too hot, not too cold. Lots of trees. Kind-of what you'd call a "normal" place for a middle-class white family.

My mom would usually hire majors from her department who needed extra money to be babysitters and to clean up the house sometimes. Usually they'd be juniors or seniors, so I wouldn't have the same babysitter for more than a year.

Invairably, they were girls. The first one I remember was a nice blond girl, but I forgot her name. I had one for a while who was hispanic and not very nice and got mad at me a lot. My mom got a different sitter after that. One was a somewhat heavy girl with short brown hair. She was okay and didn't get mad at me a lot, but she wasn't a lot of fun. Falicia was a black girl with really short hair and a VW bus. She would take me to McDonald's for little icecream cones and always helped me with work that I brought home from first grade, and she really liked watching TV with me, especially cartoons. But she was a senior, and I remember I cried a lot when she had to move back to her home state when she graduated.

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A Quiet Evening at Home
- by Nicholas Fellheimer
(with thanks to PuppyLoverDawn!)

As I waited for the dog's thick cock to unknot from my ass and slowly came down from another orgasm, I opened my eyes and stared across the kitchen floor: in the living room, someone was fucking my youngest daughter on the couch, but I couldn't quite make out who it was. Sliding my face across the slick of spit and cum on the linoleum, I tried to get a better look, but the little whore kept thrashing around. Didn't look like her father, at least not from this angle. Probably one of Jeremy's friends.

Now I started wondering where my husband might have gotten off to. And was our back porch light on? He's probably out there selling tickets to the neighbors. I turned, and a rain of piss spattered across my face. Another of Jeremy's friends - in the study, my middle daughter was putting on some sort of slit-licking show with a young lady I had not yet been introduced to, much to the delight of the boys.

A second stream hit my face, followed by a third. The bathroom was apparently occupied, so someone had announced that the kitchen floor was now the place to piss. A dripping dick was wiped dry in my hair, then slipped into my mouth.

Goodness.

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Maybe I should start from the beginning.
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I hope it's ok to post this here, I couldn't find another suitable website for my story my class inspired prose allowed. This is the succinct hot version of my story, names changed of course.

When he pierced me pulling gently on my sun bleached blond ponytail, I immediately knew that I’d changed, my blood it’s testimony, no longer a girl but a woman now. The pain I felt was incredible but short lived replaced by his fullness plunging deeply inside my depths forcing my cavity to form to him. Maybe I had been a woman for awhile clinging to my childhood fearing the loss of my simple innocent life being replaced by a difficult adult life. He changed me, I wanted it now feeling my excitement grow with his animal lust for me. I instinctual pushed back against him greedily wanting his entire length inside my wringing cavity craving him to complete his journey to feel his warm testicles press against me. His strong thrusts short but quick satisfyingly deep gently nudging my cervix open to readily accept his seed. His comforting weight over me comforted me pressing heavily against my trapped body on the picnic table as I felt his warm hips finally press against my bottom. His testicles repeatedly pressed against my sensitive clitoris teasing my mind and body to serve him as I gasped feeling my orgasm explode when he kept coming inside me.

His name was Cody, attractive, smart, confident, older, and respected by everyone. Cody was confidently unrestrained obviously open with his desires with the capacity to obtain it. He was excitingly dangerous making me uncomfortably wet each time he’d smile at me, looking at me as if I was naked. Willy, my insecure best friend since second grade, my constant companion, the one I’d always loved and cherished, hated Cody considering him a bully. The day it happened, the day I became a woman, Willy and I, exhausted from skating in the heat of the day were sitting on the cool grass at the skate park watching skaters when Cody joined us sitting next to me when I smiled at him with my invitation. Willy’s tension was obvious, my old pact to marry Willy when we were old enough threatened, Cody had smiled at me when he sat down causing me to squirm. Cody’s intoxicating perspiration from his hard masculine body overwhelmed my senses, I felt uncomfortably wet wondering if it was noticed. Willy was outmatched leaving soon after our small talk of skating technique, a challenging look between them confounding me. I felt uneasy, my safety gone with Willy’s disappearance.

My inexperienced young body in heat, I didn’t trust my thoughts with Cody. I stood up planning to leave but Cody caught my hand, stunned by the electric contact as Cody stopped me. Our eyes met, his intentions clear, I teasingly smiled at him instinctively running from him. I felt exhilarated sensing his close presence behind me deep into the privacy of the woods off the trail skipp Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

Barbara and Bambi met while they were both working at La Femme, a strip club with a mostly lesbian clientele. It wasn’t love at first sight, but it certainly was lust. Barbara was in fact late getting to the runway for her three-dance set because she was screaming her orgasm from Bambi’s oral ministrations to her shaved pussy. When she could walk, Barbara strutted out on stage and explained her tardiness to the rapt audience... in very explicit detail as she squatted to show the women around the stage where Bambi had been licking her. Fingering herself to another orgasm on stage got Barbara a stern reprimand from management. But her fun had netted her over three hundred dollars in tips, a half-dozen phone numbers, and an invitation from Bambi to go home with her that night, which she accepted. They spent the rest of the night and the next day fucking in every manner possible, with the help of Bambi’s extensive collection of sex toys. Barbara moved in two weeks later. Six months of carnal bliss later, they agreed it should be a lifelong arrangement and they went shopping for rings that same day. The big day was set for three months later. Not surprisingly, they had their bachelorette party at La Femme, which closed for the night except for their guests, the other strippers, and a hand-picked few of the regular clientele of the club. Within twenty minutes of the start of the party, every one of the attendees was naked, if one doesn’t count the crowns Barbara and Bambi had to wear as the Guests of Honor. The previous six months had been the wildest in Barbara’s life, but it did not prepare her or even Bambi to be the center of over forty women all licking them all at the same time. Before the night was over, both of them had been licked, fingered, fisted, double-fisted, double-penetrated with strap-ons, and Bambi took two oversized strap-on dildoes in her ass at the same time. Barbara ended up in a kiddie pool the club owner had brought, with everyone who wanted to pissing on her. She had never done watersports before, but she ended the night a confirmed piss lover. The finale of the party, at five AM, was a forty-two woman daisy chain that snaked all around the club. The wedding ceremony the next day was a beautiful affair... all the attendees wore nothing but their skimpiest lingerie and the pastor wore only a gold-plated strap-on. And on their honeymoon, at a lesbian resort in Jamaica, things proceeded to get really wild…

Tags: Rape, underage, Lesbian relationships, prostitution, modern.

Prologue:

My name is Natalie Hawthorn, or at least for the purposes of this story it is. My name actually is Natalie, but I am using an alias for my surname, it will eventually make sense as to why. Too many people involved who I would prefer not end up in prison. I don’t really hate any of them, or those who I feel should be behind bars have a little too much dirt on my friends and family. Lesser of two evils in my opinion. I am twenty four and this story began pretty much exactly ten years ago. It was summer vacation. But it didn’t feel like vacation.
Some people stay home on their vacation, I was no different. My family didn’t have a lot of money, so when we went away, it was saving up for a few years beforehand. I remember Disney world a bit. I was eight. But I still do recall some rides here and there. Like the Teacups or the god forsaken It’s a Small World. That thing was an hour and a half of my life I will never get back. I still have PTSD from that song.
But as I said I stayed home most summers. Some days skateboarding but usually I took the chance to be lazy and watching TV. At school I ran track, and I was fast, like really fast. I won’t reveal how many state records I have as it will be a little too easy to find me, but I will say that I have at least one. That speed however did get the attention of a talent scout. It was our final meet of the year, and after getting a good four seconds between me and the next girl, i was approached. I was offered a position at a prestigious sports academy, the catch, it was literally across the country. I’m a New York girl, born and raised. The school was in California. Anyone can tell you it is far.
As I said my parents did not have a lot of money, and and the offered position was not a scholarship. You had to be good to get into the school, but it wasn’t a free ride. While this was an awesome opportunity and I was pretty excited, I also knew there was a slim chance it would come to fruition. I wasn’t expecting it to work. Even if my parents could find a way to cover tuition, it was in Cali, which meant I also needed room and board. It was not like I could just take a bus home each night and have a home cooked meal. So we were trying to think of an option that would work. I tire dto help my selling lemonade, but apparently a fourteen year old girl selling lemonade was not as cute as s ix year old doing it so I only made fifty cents, and only after Kelly offered to spike the drink.
Okay let me tell you about Kelly, She is supposed to be my brother’s girlfriend. I mean they fuck, that is not really disputed, but really she was not in love with him. She was dating him for a different reason and I will get to that in a second. Now during the summer she lived with us. This was mainly due to her parents being out of the country, claim it was business, and Kelly would pul Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

So, like many late-twenty-somethings in this economy, I find myself living with a roommate, and there are times when I legitimately loathe the man. We are actually fairly close friends, and we have a lot in common, as well as a lot of shared experience. We live in the same shitty apartment, we worked the same shitty job for years, which is how we met, and since we requested going on opposite shifts to get some time away from one another, our relationship has improved significantly. I don't truly hate the guy, but I don't spend more time than I have to with him. Fortunately, he seems to feel the same way, so we mostly just shoot the shit about wrestling, watch the pay-per-views together, and retreat to our respective rooms to get the fuck away from one another.

He's not such a bad guy in small doses, and there aren't many people who understand my love for the WWE like Paul does. He actually worked the indy circuit for a while, so we can connect on that level at least. He's still a paranoid motherfucker about money, but I pay well in advance, and we no longer split any bills except rent, electricity and internet. I may order out or he may order out, we may both even order out on the same night, but we no longer order out together. I have accepted that he will never do the dishes, he has accepted that I will never allow his drunken, virus-downloading, morbidly obese ass on my expensive office chair so he can destroy my operating system by visiting sketchy porn sites, or allow him to bum off my weed. If he wants to hit from my bowl, he needs to pitch in for the cost. On the flip side, I have accepted that I can only smoke up in my room since his daughter is over pretty much all the time. Her mother fucked off shortly after Kelly turned two. Last I'd heard, she'd gotten picked up for solicitation along with various drug charges. She wasn't up for parole for another seven years yet.

Paul was oddly clever for one so clearly controlled so exclusively by his hindbrain, but he had to take his time chewing each thought over before it was ready to be shared the way he meant it. He never forgot a thing, and he would hold on to thoughts to worry at them for hours, days, or even weeks. A grudge, he usually nursed no less than a week, and every time we argued I could count on Paul to bring up all sorts of old shit, but his ability to focus on a thought and fully break it down was impressive, and he would remember fun conversations too. He had great taste in movies, old blues and jazz and funk, and he could throw together a shockingly tasty meal with just about anything we had lying around the house. When he was sober, he could hold his own on topics close to his heart, and he made some connections that truly impressed me. Every now and then, often days or sometimes weeks after a conversation, he'd say something truly profound. He could also be really funny. Paul usually got two brilliant j Message too long. Click here to view the full text.