Story: Definitely No Cheating
Author: TheDarkPlace
Tags: M/f, mc

Josh watched as Katie slipped her skirt down revealing lacy black panties. "Nice panties," he said. "Yeah, my boyfriend and I are celebrating our anniversary tonight.. he calls them my 'fuck me' panties," Katie replied. "I think he may be right.." Josh said. "Shut up!" Katie bounced back playfully. "I can't help it, I'm a guy," Josh replied, gesturing at the obvious bulge in his pants, "lacy black thongs have this effect on us." Katie looked down and saw how hard he was, Damn, she thought, I shouldn't have undressed in front of him. I thought it'd be ok since we're great friends, but it isn't right to tease. She felt increasingly guilty. Josh smiled, knowing his mental powers were making waves of guilt course through his new friend Katie, who thanks to those same powers, became his quick and loyal friend only days earlier. And he's smiling, trying to be nice about it. He's such a nice guy, Katie thought. "Haha, sorry about that Josh, didn't mean to tease ya so effectively!" Katie playfully bantered. "It's ok, but I'm really, really hard, would you mind if I just unzipped my jeans?" Josh asked innocently. At the same time, he made Katie feel trust and think that such a request was clearly reasonable. What should I do here? Katie thought. Would this be cheating on my boyfriend? It's just looking and it is my fault he's so hard. "Alright," Katie said, "but keep it in your boxers!" "Well there's one problem" Josh said. Josh unzipped his pants and his cock sprang out, rock hard with a drop of precum at the tip, "I'm not wearing any boxers." Katie gasped and looked away. "Katie, are you ok? You told me that I could do this because you got me so hard." "Yes, I'm fine, I just..," Katie started. "Why won't you look at me?" Josh interrupted It's a natural thing, part of the male body, don't you like cock?" Josh reassured her mind that this was a reasonable question and that sh

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I started writing this shortly before this site went down and kind of lost interest in sharing it when it did, so unfortunately it's not finished, but I do plan on completing it. I'm posting a third chapter that wasn't posted at the time.

Summary: A young lad is hired on to work for a famous treasure-hunter, and gets more experience from the job than he could have ever imagined.

Lara Croft Is My Guvnor (FM, Fm1st, Lara Croft, various straight sex and voyeurism)

Chapter 1

Winston Smith walked out to the pool area with a tray of iced tea in his hands. He hated going outside on hot days like this, especially since he always wore his stuffy butler's suit. Lara greeted him with a smile as she laid in a lounge chair, soaking up the sun in nothing more than a small white bikini and sunglasses.
"Thank you Winston," Lara said as her butler set the tray on the table beside her and she grabbed a glass.
Winston regarded the view around the pool. The whole area was a mess, with pool accessories and toys scattered all over the deck area. The surface of the pool was littered with leaves and stray paper and plastic items that had blown in on the wind.
"Have you finally given some thought about hiring new help for the pool, Miss Croft?" he asked.
"I know," Lara said with a bit of frustration. "I just haven't had the time lately," she said as she took another sip from her iced tea.
"Hmmm," Winston said, casting a slow glance at Lara as she sipped and sighed, stretching out her gleaming body under the hot sun.
"Yes, well, I've made note of the requirements for the pool maintenance, and I believe that we can satisfy them and do a little good for the community at the same time."

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Casey called out “Bath time, Tyler!” as she leaned on the wall. Madison was beside her, texting. “Who are you chatting with, Maddie?”
Madison’s thumbs kept moving as she spoke. “Em. She said Conner is taking her to the movies tonight.” Madison giggled. “I told her to watch his hands.”

Casey looked at Tyler as he walked down the hall to the two high sophomores. She smiled at him; he was a very cute boy. Almost pretty, really, since his mom kept his hair quite long. He was tow headed, with shoulder length straight blond hair, so blond it was almost clear if you looked at it up close. Tyler had turned 5 recently and Casey had been babysitting for him since before he was walking. He had on his Spiderman tee shirt, and was holding his Spiderman pajamas in his hands.

“Mom said I could wear these.”

Casey grinned at him. “She told me they were very dirty and you could not sleep in them, and you needed to sleep in the Pooh set your grandma bought you until your mom gets the laundry done.”

Tyler rolled his eyes and made a face. “You’re no fun.”

Casey smiled widely as she leaned down, getting nose to nose with him. “Me? No fun? Ha!” She gave him a quick kiss on the nose as she stodd back up. Tyler blushed, looking up at Madison, who was still preoccupied with her texting.

Casey hugged Tyler to her, his face pressing into her belly. She relaxed the hug, and squatted down slowly, running her small breasts across the boy’s face as she went down. “You can’t say I’m no fun, can you sweetie?” Her hands rested on the boy’s hips, her finger tips curling under the hem of his shorts.

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by Melbourne Hatfield
(f/m, accidental, consenual, incest, impreg)

Sarah glanced at the clock above her desk, watching it tick the seconds by with excruciating slowness. It wasn't quite 10 o'clock, but she knew her brother wouldn't be asleep yet. The thin curtain that seperated their halves of the room didn't block sound very well and Sarah was occasionally noisy during her personal time.

At sixteen, she had only recently discovered the joys of self-manipulation, and while her body was filling out nicely, her shyness and nerdy exterior kept her from being a target of much flirtation. She had the perfect hourglass figure, nice C-cups that she complained about constantly, and beautiful black hair. Her thick framed glasses and tendency to keep her hair in a bun gave her the naughty librarian look that so many young men secretly lusted after.

A rustle of cloth signaled her brother entering his bed, "Good night, Greg," Sarah called from her seat, checking the last of her math homework, done hours ago.

"Night, sis!" He called back as he slid into bed naked as always. The two children never wore clothes to bed, neither did their parents, nor anyone in their family. He was only 13, but already had the body of an athlete. He ran track at his school and was destined for a career in sports if he could only keep his grades from being dismal.

Secretly, he often lay awake for hours and listened to his sister pleasure herself from across the room, often pleasuring himself until his hand was covered with his sticky white cum. Not wanting to reveal it to anyone, he often licked it off his hands and had come to enjoy the taste.

Time ticked by, and eventually Greg drifted off to sleep before his sister slid herself into bed as the winter wind began to whip against the window. Deciding it was too late and cold to bother, she simply went to sleep herself.

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hey yall, long time lurker, first time poster. Ive never really liked writing prose that much but i thought i'd give it a shot. Tell me what you think.

3:45 came, and with it, the final bell. Kristina happily rose from her desk and stepped out of the classroom. “Thank god that’s over” she thought, as she walked out the room, through the hall, and out the exit. Walking down the cracked brick steps she started toward the edge of the parking lot, where she would begin her walk home. Casually slipping on her pink rimmed aviators, (A present from her late boyfriend Travis, who had died last summer and left her cold) she walked down the hot sidewalk, picking up speed whilst she went past a bad apartment block. Kristina was consumed in thought, summer plans, and memories of Travis, when she was interrupted. “Kristina, wait up!” screamed Nicole, her best friend since as far back as she could remember. Kristina had always admired Nicole’s soft, tan skin, and ocean blue eyes. Nicole was so sociable, she could hang out with almost anyone, and she left Kristina looking like a sea urchin with a bad hangover when it came to making new friends. It wasn’t as if Kristina couldn’t make friends, she was beautiful by most standards, small waist, long ringlets of near bleach blonde hair, 34B breasts, and a toned ass. However, she was tall, really tall, and almost too tall for her age. Standing at 5’11’ at 14, she towered over most of the girls her age, and unfortunately, most of the guys as well. This made her uncomfortable with her own image, which often led to mean comments about others.
“Kristina, hellooooo! You in there?” said Nicole in her dopey, playful voice.
“yeah…sorry, just thinking.”
“wow, that’s rare” smirked Nicole.
Kristina lightly punched her on the arm, “come on, I’ll beat you back to my house” and with that they ran the 3 blocks to Kristina’s house, and even though she new Nicole, (who was on the varsity track team) would beat her; at least it got Nicole to get off her case.
As they ran she admired the backs of Nicole's

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Well, since Horizon didn't really take off, I present to you my second piece for /elit/. This one is based on something that really happened to me, I am not kidding you.

CHAPTER 1: Anticipation

“What?! CANCELED?!”

I stood with my dad at the airline counter. It was a little past five in the morning, and my dad and I were about to catch a flight out to California to visit my cousin Ellie and her parents for Christmas. Unfortunately, this was right around the time that the huge blizzard had hit Chicago, dumping several feet of snow everywhere. Coincidentally, our connecting flight was supposed to have left from Chicago O’Hare, and all flights out of the city had been canceled. Basically, we were stuck here in DC until we either took a direct flight out of Dulles or waited for the next available flight that didn’t go through Chicago, and that wasn’t going to happen until 10:00…at night.

Now that our plans were temporarily dashed, we went down to catch a taxi back home, but there weren’t any cab drivers operating before the sun even came up. Instead, we went up and took the metro back home. Without anything to do, my dad decided to go in to work. I decided that, since I told the school I wouldn’t be at school today (on account of my presumed trip to California), I would just stay home.

After my dad left, I went up to my room and went back to sleep. In anticipation of seeing my adorable cousin Ellie again, I didn’t fall asleep until one in the morning, and I was woken by my alarm at 3:45 to get ready. So I figured that since we weren’t going to be going anywhere until 10:00 PM anyway, I might as well catch up on some much-needed sleep.

I woke up about 12 noon, and realized that I hadn’t even eaten breakfast yet. So I went downstairs and fixed myself a bowl of cereal. After finishing my breakfast, I went back upstairs and watched a few episodes of Code Geass that I had TiVo’d earlier. All the while, however, I couldn’t get my mind off of Ellie. The last time I had seen her was when we visited during the spring, and she had been s

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I had saved this awhile ago before 7chan died again. It's unfinished, but I may finish it 'cause I like it so much. It's f/f, f/m, mind control, medical alteration (NO guro), pregnancy, etc.

"The Doctor Is In"

Magda had tried for years to have a baby. Her husband had died and she was lonely. Having too much pride to get shitfaced in a bar and knocked up in a one night stand, she went to a special fertility clinic that promised fantastic results. It sounded too good to be true.
As she sat in the waiting room, filling out a medical questionnaire, she took stock of herself. How had it come to this? She was an incredibly attractive woman, big breasted and small waisted, thick brown hair that fell to the small of her back. It wasn't fair. She knew girls in high school that had gotten knocked up their first time, and she was here, nearing the dreaded 30s and waiting for a man in a white coat to stick a hose up her cunt and get the job done that way. It was totally unromantic. It certainly didn't get her wet. She sighed and continued filling the form out.

Sometime later, after too much waiting and re-reading Good Housekeeping four times, she was called back into the examination room. There were two nurses there, one Slavic looking with blonde hair tightly coiled back in a bun. The other was more European in looks, hair a light brown. Both were exceptionally well endowed. Magda wondered if they got discounts on boob jobs since they were in the medical community.

The room itself was strange. There were shackles on the stirrups on the table, as well as strange medical instruments. She had never been in a clinic like this, so it didn't faze her.

"Strip." the Slavic nurse told her, looking over the clipboard that contained her medical information. Magda looked for a screen she could duck behind and found none.

"Excuse me, is there anywhere private I can change?" she looked around again. The two nurses just stared at her.

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Hey /elit/ it's me again- that writer from the "Master's Unspoken Memoirs" story. Last night while working on my communications class homework, I was bitten by the inspiration bug. So I sat down, fapped to some catgirls, and began to write out a beginning little bit.

It's a story about a guy who finds a girl out in the cold and brings her in. I've only written about 3 pages here, so don't expect a whole story. I'm just tossing this out here to see what kind of reactions I get. If I get some good reactions or really nice ideas on how to proceed, I'll probably continue with the story.


And now, without further ado, on with the story! Remember- this is just a few intro pages- not a whole story.

mF m1st F1st, maybe reluc

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Bkil was already waiting in her closet when she got home and went to bed. He waited for 1 hour before he got up and carried her sleeping to his car. He got in and drove to his house in the mountains.

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girlscoutcookie woke up in the car not knowing where she was. She was really scared because she didn't know the person driving the car, she pretended to be asleep.

"Hi, how you doing." Bkil said.

"Who, who are you?" girlscoutcookie wispered.

"Oh yes, you don't know that yet, considering the fact I moved you to my car when you were asleep. I'm Bkil." Bkil grined.

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Good morrow, /elit/. I’m no lurker, but I thought I’d try my hand at an /elit/ story. I’m sorry if it dwells too much on the emotion at times, but I am a self-proclaimed romantic at heart, and as such, need to fulfil that role. Also, I’m from the UK, so I apologise for the differences in spelling. Like colour. I’m listening to Rise Against as I write this. It’s fuckin’ awesome. I’m writing this and just realising that it is becoming heavily rom (or at least, compared to some of the other stories on this board), so I apologise if that’s not quite what people are looking at for fappage.

It’s a simple M/F rom. I apologise for all the wading you’ll have to do.

General plot: Nothing crazy. Boy likes girl, girl reveals interest in boy, hilarity ensues. Not really, but sort of. I didn’t like the sound of the phrase “love ensues”, because that’s quite gay.

Spots. And dots. Dots and spots. Is there a difference? I’m not sure, but there are a number of them currently obscuring my vision. Black ones and white ones. Not that it makes any sense, since the background is black. Some red. Now, that just spoiled the wonderful monotone atmosphere they had created for me, what a let down. Funny, I could swear these kinds of spots tend to be associated with pain. But there-- oh, oh.. now I feel it. Ow. Pain. Ow.
Light floods my sight as I part my left lid the most miniscule amount I can manage. Apparently, not enough. At first, just the dull yellow of what I can only assume are cheap, energy-saving light bulbs. As if a weaker light bulb’s going to save the Earth. And then, blurry, peach-coloured shapes. Circles. Spheres. Heads. Having had enough of this ridiculous squinting, I open my eyes, the look on my face one of utter confusion as 6 pairs of eyes stare down at me. Only now do I realise my horrible fate: I’ve got turkey neck. Shit. I try to clear my throat, in order to grasp some kind of control over this awkward situation. Instead, a gurgle. Of course, with my neck like this, of course that would happen. Bloody— suddenly,

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