/lit/ - Literature

Though The Business Trip is still easy enough to find, the fic it is based on appears to be lost for the time being. It's not on any archive I can find including the wayback machine. If anyone has this excellent fic lying around on their hard drive, I would appreciate it being posted here.

I woke up early on Saturday morning, looking over at my clock it read 5:30am.
I sighed, deciding to get up, rolling out of bed and quickly sliding on a pair of boxers and a plain white t shirt.
Heading downstairs, I make my way into the kitchen, surprisingly seeing my 16 year old daughter awake.
"Oh hey sweetie, why are you up so early?"
She jumps, not expecting me to be there.
"FUCK!" She turns towards me and quickly calms down "sorry." She says "you scared me."
"It's okay, sorry for sneaking up on you." I apologize.
"Don't worry about it." She smiles back. "But uh, did you see anything while I was bent over?" She asks, cautiously.
"Uh no? Like what?"
She shakes her and looks down "I'm not wearing any panties under my t-shirt." She said nervously. "I didn't think you'd be up so I didn't put any on. Are you sure you didnt see anything?" She gave me an awkward smile.
"Yea, im sure."
"Uh, would you like too?" she gave me a polite smile "I can bend back over for you if you want."
I nod "sure, id love too." I smile
"Okay! No problem daddy." she bends over in front of the counter, lifting her shirt a bit so I can see her wet slit. "How's it look?" My daughter asked nervously.
"It's really nice." I smile "I like it!"
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I was really bored, trying to figure out something to do. After thinking over my options I figured I should go see what my twin sister is up to. I head upstairs, making my way up to her bedroom door.
I stop for a moment, deciding whether to knock or not. After thinking it over, I shrugged, she said I could every other time I've asked, she'll be cool with me just walking in.
I turn the handle and push the door open, making my way inside.
"Oh Fuck!!" I stop when I'm halfway in, realizing my 15 year old twin sister was completely naked and rubbing her pussy.
My sister looked up at me shocked "what the fuck! Why the hell didn't you knock!!"
She covered herself with a blanket and looked at me angrily, before quickly taking a breath and calming herself.
"Shit, I'm sorry, you said I could come in every other time I asked, I just assumed it'd be okay this time too.." I keep looking at her, still not sure how I should react.
"Whatever, it's fine…" she said "you're my brother, we used to bathe together, you're good." She smiled, seeming a lot calmer now.
"Alright." I smile back "Well, I'll leave you be, let me know when you're done." I turned to leave but she stopped me
"No its fine, you can stay, I really don't mind.." she gave me a polite smile.
"Uh, are you sure? I figured you'd want to finish up in peace.." I raised an eyebrow and she shook her head "I mean I do want to finish, but you can stay. We're twins, we're genetically almost exactly the same, it's only as weird as doing it by yourself is!" She giggled a bit before continuing "I'm serious, you can stay and watch or whatever, I really don't mind.."
I nod, pushing the door closed behind me and making my way over to her bed, sitting down next to her. "So what am I gonna do, just watch?" I asked questioningly. "Yea of course, here, maybe this will help." She pulled her blanket off and spread her legs "there, now you have a reason to stay. I figure doing it while covered up would be boring anyways." She slid a finger between her thighs and began rubbing her perfectly shaved slit.
"I mean, as fun as that sounds, I don't want to just sit and watch-" she cut me off "no, no, you can jerk off or whatever, we used to bathe together and genetically we're almost the same person, it's not that big of a deal." She turned herself to face me directly and spread her legs wide "I'm serious, pull it out, I don't mind."
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It's been a LONG time since I posted something. Just found this old story…

Any girls interested in recording this for me, email me at killitwithfire85@yahoo.com

Danielle awoke dazed and groggy, her eyes slightly opened as she adjusted to the dim lighting in the dungeon. "Where… Where am I?" She said quietly to herself as she soon realized that she wasn't in the safety of her bedroom. It was when she tried to move her hands to rub her eyes that she realized the immediate danger she was in.

Panic quickly consumed the young 18 yearold girl as she came to the conclusion that her hands had been handcuffed behind her back, and that it wasn't a waking dream. She was indeed in some sort of dungeon and had no memory of how she had arrived there.

Danielle awkwardly rose to her feet and surveyed the room with a new found intensity. "WHERE AM I!" She screamed, her voice reaching a new pitch. It was at this time she realized that whoever had put her in this situation had not only handcuffed her hands behind her back but had also stripped her to a red pushup bra which pushed her 34c tits nearly to her chin, and a pair of red boy shorts. Both of which were not hers.

"Glad to see you are awake, Danielle", a harsh voice said in the shadows as Danielle's lip began to quiver. "Where am I?… Who are you?" She asked in a frightened whisper. "Wrong questions Danielle. I think the most important question right now, is what am I going to do to you", the voice replied as the creature emerged from the shadows.

It wasn't human. The beast had to be at least 7 feet tall and dark bristly hair covered it's entire naked body except for around its massive cock. The complete oppisite of a human being. It's cock was all Danielle could focus on at that very moment, even though she didn't want to. It was a 12 inches, fully erect, covered in boils and sweat and was being stroked by the monster's meaty hand while it grinned at the scampily clad girl.

"Now Danielle… We can do this the easy way, where you drop to your knees and suck like the good girl I know you are… Or… I can force you to your knees, and jam this 12 inch meat pipe down your throat and let you fight it out. Either way, i'm getting off in that tiny mouth of your's!" The demon said walking to the frightened teen, still stroking his cock.
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I couldn't get this story out of my head, even though it doesn't have anything to do with my usual subject, pregnancy. I even tried adding pregnant elements to the story, but it didn't work. It's just a sweet, final moment in the life of a mom and her little girl.


Lemons, a quick story of dinner time. (Ff, implied snuff/cann, no sex)


I told my daughter, "It's almost dark, baby. Time to go home and fix dinner."

"I don't wanna go home!" she protested, as only a five-year-old can. "I want to stay here forever and ever!"

"Do you really want to stay at the playground forever? For the rest of your life?"

She nodded emphatically. "Uh huh!"

"Ok, but first you have to lift up your dress."
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I decided to create a genetic thread for any female users of this site who wish to appear in stories.

I'm going to use the same sheet as I used for the other thread. You don't have to use it, but you should give some information concerning your appearance and preferences.

Name: Victoria Phommahaxay
Age: Mid-20’s. (In your story, you can make me as young as 9.)
Eye-color: Brown
Ethnicity: Asian-American
Hair Color/Length: Waist-length, jet-black, occasionally dyed purple, or with purple streaks. It’s usually worn down or in pigtails.
Height: 163 cm
Weight: 47 kg
Measurements: 36D-25-34; my breasts began to sprout at the age of twelve.

Outfits: Depends on my age. If I’m under 11, generally something comfortable, such as a t-shirt and pants. Around age 11 I began to show off my body, with a preference for short shorts and skirts, and cropped tops. As my breasts grew out, tops were either low-cut or tight fitting. I also wear wireframe glasses.

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Wandering through the jungles of Peru, in search of interesting places and artifacts, near the settlement of Paititi, the young adventurer Lara Croft stumbled upon an unusually strange trail. Scattered along the trail were the remains of animal, and even worse, human bones. Fearless Lara, fueled by curiosity, moved on, despite the fact that this time she had not brought any equipment, let alone a weapon, all she was wearing was a blue tank top, khaki pants and her brown boots. Moving further along the trail, she soon found a small settlement, at the entrance to the village stuck out a lot of ruts out of the ground, on which were mounted human skulls, some still rotting from Lara's eyes walked the inhabitants of the settlement, a lot, mostly children. The natives all had burned red skin, only bandages covering their genitals, some with bone jewelry in their noses, mouths, and ears. You could tell from the bulging ribs of most of them and the distended bellies that the villagers were starving. It wasn't hard to guess that the villagers weren't the friendliest of people, and Lara quickly realized this. She was about to turn back and go away, when suddenly, behind her, a huge native was already swinging his small but weighty cudgel at her.

A moment later she was unconscious, on the ground, with her head smashed in the area of her his huge hands, the native easily threw Lara's frail body on his shoulder and then dragged her into the village. Seeing his kinsman carrying the body of the young girl, the crowd of natives began to jump and shout joyfully, some even started to build a fire. The native put the girl on the stone table and began to take off her clothes, all the while she was unconscious. After taking off her shirt, he immediately saw Lara's lush, slender body, which, by the way, was a little sweaty. Looking at her naked torso, he first touched her bare chest, then began to move his hand down, reaching the bottom of her belly button, and then his fingers dipped into the navel of Lara, which was gracefully round in shape and perfectly complemented her beautiful belly, suddenly he felt that in the navel there was a small puddle of a few drops of sweat, though her whole body was drenched in sweat. He removed his fingers from her belly button and ran his hand down to the button of her pants. Immediately after that he turned her over on her stomach and began to remove her shoes, then her pants. Lara's firm ass was immediately free of the pants restrPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

Wandering through the jungles of Peru, in search of interesting places and artifacts, near the settlement of Paititi, the young adventurer Lara Croft stumbled upon an unusually strange trail. Scattered along the trail were the remains of animal, and even worse, human bones. Fearless Lara, fueled by curiosity, moved on, despite the fact that this time she had not brought any equipment, let alone a weapon, all she was wearing was a blue tank top, khaki pants and her brown boots. Moving further along the trail, she soon found a small settlement, at the entrance to the village stuck out a lot of ruts out of the ground, on which were mounted human skulls, some still rotting from Lara's eyes walked the inhabitants of the settlement, a lot, mostly children. The natives all had burned red skin, only bandages covering their genitals, some with bone jewelry in their noses, mouths, and ears. You could tell from the bulging ribs of most of them and the distended bellies that the villagers were starving. It wasn't hard to guess that the villagers weren't the friendliest of people, and Lara quickly realized this. She was about to turn back and go away, when suddenly, behind her, a huge native was already swinging his small but weighty cudgel at her. A moment later she was unconscious, on the ground, with her head smashed in the area of her his huge hands, the native easily threw Lara's frail body on his shoulder and then dragged her into the village. Seeing his kinsman carrying the body of the young girl, the crowd of natives began to jump and shout joyfully, some even started to build a fire. The native put the girl on the stone table and began to take off her clothes, all the while she was unconscious. After taking off her shirt, he immediately saw Lara's lush, slender body, which, by the way, was a little sweaty. Looking at her naked torso, he first touched her bare chest, then began to move his hand down, reaching the bottom of her belly button, and then his fingers dipped into the navel of Lara, which was gracefully round in shape and perfectly complemented her beautiful belly, suddenly he felt that in the navel there was a small puddle of a few drops of sweat, though her whole body was drenched in sweat. He removed his fingers from her belly button and ran his hand down to the button of her pants. Immediately after that he turned her over on her stomach and began to remove her shoes, then her pants. Lara's firm ass was immediately free of the pants restraining herPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

You have an idea for a story, but don't feel like you'll be able to write it by yourself? Dump it in this thread.

You want to write something, but don't know what? Dig through this thread and maybe you'll find some inspiration.

Kate And the Family Jewels Club
by Regis


The favorite drink in the bar was called a cuntail, because nude pre-pubescent girls served it, wearing only provocative heels. They were appropriately called cuntail waitresses. There’s no way to know if the drink or the girls were named first. The name came because the very young ladies serving drinks, none yet growing breasts, were far too young to be in a place that served alcohol.

These were not your average grade 6 girls, who never wear such provocative stiletto heels, as these did, and would certainly not in public display so blatantly and aggressively their stimulating hairless little cunts to the appreciative customers.

It was the latest style in an emerging culture that continually pressed the limits of acceptability, and the latest trend, to employ naked little girls in heels to serve drinks proved to be outrageously popular. This was one of the minor changes to what were quite a number of dark activities, undertakings that were not monitored, nor prohibited by a populist and totally permissive new government.

Everyone was comfortably settled and the doors locked. The bar was open, but none of the guests bellied up, because the precocious naked children were serving them. Five nude 8-year-old girls, tall for their age, appeared to be even taller because of the provocative ballet heels they wore.

These shoes forced them to walk on pointe. Instead of clicking like regular heels, these tapped as they walked. These were extreme bizarre shoes with slender spike heels, placed in front because of the acute angle at which their feminine feet were bent in them, heels that provided little balance.

The gorgeous little ladies had either been ‘borrowed’ from their parents, abducted from a park or a birthday party, or had been recruited from a ballet school which was a professional training center, where they had been in residence since the age of 5, brought forward from the National Nursery, and had early along been separated out from the main group to be developed as erotic ballet entertainers.

They depended entirely on their tiptoe skills in walking on their severely arched feet in the skimpy 9-inch ballet heels, a skill only acquired with many hours of practice for weeks, months, years; often with extensive encouragement to their pretty bare bottoms and delicate cuntlets from their trainer’s slashing whip.

The slender young girls were cPost too long. Click here to view the full text.