I’ve never posted an erotic story before, so I apologise if this is amateurish. Any constructive criticism welcomed. If this is well received, I am part way through a more ambitious story that I can post. Enjoy (I hope):

I'd left the house to take Tilly, our Pomeranian dog for a walk. I went out most days; one of the few times that I got out of the house during these trying covid-19 days.

It was a few minutes walk to the local park. This was during the summer of lockdown and the weather was warm and sunny. The exercise was good for me, but Tilly loved it! It was less a park than a large field with two football pitches marked out for local children's teams. Nevertheless, it was pleasant to walk around as there was a wide border with trees along one side and a children's playground, which has never been better used than it is now, following easing of the Coronavirus restrictions.

When we arrived at the park, as usual on a warm summer's day following lockdown, it was quite busy. I could see a number of people walking dogs and the playground was busy with families and laughing children. With schools out young people had also taken to gathering in small groups around the field. I would often see young couples canoodling in the bushes; once, I think, a teenager with his hand up his girlfriend's skirt.

Am I alone in this, but I do have voyeuristic tendencies? I don't mean that I’m a peeping tom, using binoculars, peering through people's windows and so forth. However, I do find it exciting if I see something I’m not supposed to. For example, when you see unexpectedly up a girl's skirt. I was walking along the street once, admiring a very pretty girl cycling towards me, when a strong gust of wind blew her skirt right up to her chest. She was wearing white cotton panties and the sight of her plump pussy from close quarters, made more prominent by the pressure of the saddle and moving in time to her pedalling, gave me an almost instant erection!

On this particular occasion, as I walked around the edge of the field, I passed two girls. I’m not very good with ages of teenagers and young people, but one sitting cross legged may have been around 13 or so. She was quite pretty, with mid dark hair, but wearing a loose-fitting t-shirt and shorts. The other girl caught my attention though as she was lying face down, with her dark hair spread over her shoulders, propped up on her elbows wearing tight navy blue leggings and sporting a truly spectacular bottom. She could have been anything from 15 to 17 or 18.

I've always been more of a bottom man rather than boobs, so as she was looking away from me, I rather stared at her assets and found the sight so enjoyable that a few minutes later I doubled back for another look.

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If there’s anything in life that has any sort of permanence for the average person, it’s their family. Who you grow up with, who you share most of your life with, who’s there for you when life is at its most difficult; your family is always the first to come to mind. Unfortunately, for a particular 9-year old boy, family was just another source of stress and his budding self-hatred. Jessie Cooper stepped out into the brisk late-Autumn afternoon breeze, clutching the hem of his tattered old jacket as he surveyed the surrounding area. The schoolyard was completely empty at this point, as school technically ended over 2 hours ago. The young child had fostered a routine; every Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday he’d stay after school and perform his assigned duties, which usually involved cleaning out desks or clearing the chalkboard after class was finished. Of course, this usually only took around 20 minutes, the rest of his time was spent in the 2nd story boy’s bathroom reading in an empty stall while he waited for the custodian to make his daily rounds. Jessie despised leaving school on schedule, as it usually involved running into (and subsequently walking home with) his sister Alice.
If there was anyone in Jessie’s life that he could safely and definitively say he hated, it was his sister. She embodied every sickly-sweet, passive-aggressive, and utterly hate-filled feeling one could possibly harbor for another human being, and most of that genuine hate was directed at her younger sibling. Alice was 16, though she easily passed for 20, and somehow wore a near-permanent cocky smirk that occasionally morphed into an almost haunting scowl during her…episodes, as Jessie had taken to calling them. Her long auburn hair mimicked Jessie’s own natural color, spilling over her shoulders and flowing down to the small of her back, though despite her innocuous (and arguably beautiful, not that Jessie would ever admit it aloud) appearance, she was truly awful in most every way imaginable. The young child kept his head low as he swung wide around the parking lot situated to the east of the schoolyard, trying his hardest to avoid being noticed (an impossible task given how barren the rest of the surrounding area was). He hoped that one of the teachers would do their job and make sure that no strange individuals were lingering in the schoolyard before heading home for the day; it made getting home without being spotted much easier. Unfortunately, today just wasn’t his day.
“Hey Jess, you’re pretty late.”
Jessie jumped, quickly turning and staring at (or rather past) the young woman looming over him, that trademark smirk plastered on her face. “I’ve been out here waiting for you for almost an hour, y’know you’re not supposed to be staying after today,” Alice said sweetly, placing a gloved hand on the boy’s shoulder. Jessie continued to stare past the girl, a look of sheer contempt glued to his scarf-concealed coun Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

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an audio script but it kinda reads like elit so here you go...

So, Dad… I’m sure you’ve heard by now that he’s getting out of prison this week. Can you believe he only ended up serving six years after what he did to me? After all he made me do?



And mom stayed with him and remained faithful this whole time. You must really despise her for that, huh?



How could she stay with someone who molested her daughter? Not to mention through a six year prison sentence.


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Whenever Kevin wasn’t around, we would usually talk about his mum. She always wore the tightest clothes to show off her wide ass and soft breasts. She wasn’t shy about baring the skin of her shoulders or her legs. High heels were her only footwear. And when she walked around with her butt pointing upward, it was like she was begging to be fucked. She loved to blow kisses. And it made my imagination go crazy whenever I got one.
I had her on facebook and had masturbated to all of her photos. Theodora was her name, and just recalling it in my head triggered a boner. Even though she was talkative and outgoing, she was secretive at the same time. She never talked what she’d done the other day or what her plans were. She’d usually joke about how many girls we’d hit on yet and was very open about sexual conversations. Kevin had told us she worked part time as a secretary for a bank, but she would be away for odd hours. He’d also told us his father had called her a dirty slut when they’d split up many years ago. He’d never asked why because he didn’t want to find out. I didn’t want to ask too many questions, because I knew he got uncomfortable.

Now I lay in bed, masturbating as usual. I imagined how she would pull up her bra and unveil her two mature breasts. Her lips always clean and glossy and her hair smooth and blonde. She would be on her knees sucking me with her experiences and skills. She would then stand up and press my face between her legs. It was normal jerking off fantasizing about her. Now that I’d gotten a bit older, I wanted to flirt and try to hit on her, but I knew I didn’t stand a chance as a virgin.

I woke up the next day. It didn’t feel too good to still be a virgin at the age of 21. I was dying to know how it would feel to finally have sex. I wasn’t particularly good looking. And I had very little one on one experiences with other girls. This morning it just crossed my mind to call an escort. It would break my shell and give me confidence for the future.

Scrolling down the escort website blueballed me to the point of torture. These were the hottest girls I’d ever seen. It turned me on even more when reading what they offered. GFE, anal, cim, showering, French kiss. I was in heaven. But still I gravitated toward women. For some reason they were less intimidating. I found a woman calling herself Sofi Goldfinger. The name was hot but her pictures were even hotter. I went through all of them and not jerking off was difficult. The nursing and teacher outfits. Her red and black lingerie. The leather leggings and a whip in her hand. She had her pussy and breasts censored. In the description, “You have to call me to see me, Kiss.”
One photo she was bending over the kitchen table, flashing her butt with high heels, described, “Spank me.”
Another one she was lying down on the grass masturbating titled, “I could need a few more fingers.”
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She would come up behind my computer chair and put her arms around me and rub my chest, mess with my hair and kiss my neck. I was to liking it more and more. She liked to rub her tits on me. My arms at first. She would put my arms around her and lift my arms up to feel the bottom of her tits. One night she was doing this and whispered, “Feel my tits, they’re getting bigger.”

That was the night I started getting hot for her.

We were standing with her back to me. She backed up to me and took my hands and put them on her nice soft tits. She moaned softly and guided my hands all around her tits. I automatically felt for her nipples. She sucked a big breath…and shivered as I rolled her nipples between my fingers. They got firm and perked up. She whispered, "Oh my god, oh my god, that’s giving me a hot flash of good feelings. Just keep that up… please."
"How can nipples give you a tingle in your pussy?”
She was in a nice daze and said, “I don’t know, guys don’t get that.”
My boner was growing fast now and she felt it in her butt crack. She gently moved her butt around feeling it. She was breathing hard now.

She thought….. Oh my god!...he’s getting a hardon over me? I’m liking that!…wow…that’s making my slit feel wet inside….that feels wonderful. I guess I’m not just ‘the little pest’ now, am I big brother. I got plans for him, I want more of his male attention and now I sure know how to get it. I can’t wait to tell my girlfriend what’s happening!…she said her brothers try to cop feels on her, and peek at her when she’s dressing or in the shower. He never did that to me, but I think that’s all changing now.

She came in my room late on a Saturday night, and sat on my bed. She look all bummed out. She told me she finally had her first sex. It hurt and was so quick, then the guy left. I sat with her and explained about some boys who don’t know girls very well yet. She had started fixing her hair hot, and wearing cool make up. She looked hot. She laid her head in my lap and said I knew how to make her feel good.

My boner heard her and came to life. She felt it on her head and smiled. I looked at her. Her baby face was now a hot girls face with a body to match. She got up and pushed me back on my back. She crawled on top of me and my boner went right between her legs. I held her and told her the next guy will be better, I’m sure. She started kissing my neck and slightly moving her pussy around on my boner. My arms went around her automatically. She began to purr like a kitten. She took her feet and spread my legs apart and pushed her pussy down on my boner. I felt her sweet little ass, as she squirmed it on me. She whispered, “Mom and dad are going to be gone tomorrow night for the night. Will you show me what good sex is all about?”
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This is my first attempt at any kind of erotica (though I have written regular stuff before). I hope everyone enjoys it. first part is for the most part straight forward fb incest, but there will be much more (including heavy scifi elements) later on.

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Part 1

“Come on, Sis! Hurry up!”

“Why don’t you slow down you little shit stain!”

The boy ignored his sister and continued down the forest path. Emily sighed. Her parents were evil, making her keep an eye on her little brother, Derik. Despite the unbearable heat outside that day, he insisted on going out. He swore that he saw a meteor crash somewhere in the woods the night before and was hell bent on finding it and bringing it home. But the curious twelve year old couldn’t go out there on his own. Oh no! He needed a babysitter, and who better than his sixteen year old sister, who didn’t have anything better to do that day like sit in the air conditioning and eat ice cream. The only bright side to any of this was that she would be able to cool off a bit, relaxing in a pond back in the woods.

Ironically, the pond is where Derik ended up leading her and where he found the meteor. The football sized space rock sat in a small crater, just off the edge of the pond. Derik excitedly ran over and began examining it. Emily failed to see what was so fascinating about some stupid piece of stone, but she was more interested in something else anyway.

She stripped off her top and bike shorts, already wearing her favorite white and red bikini underneath. No one would hesitate to say that she was an attractive girl. She was slim, tall, had a good complexion, strawberry blond hair that reached down to her shoulders, her breasts were slightly larger than average for a girl her age, and her personal favorite asset, an ass that made jaws hit the floor when she walked by.
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This was supposed to be a setup for something a lot less vanilla than it is. It still is, but it was originally meant to be too. First chapter is your garden variety yuri incest, but wacky hijinks will ensue after the foreshadowed time skip. This was meant to be a short intro, but Emily and Liz insisted on having some time in the sun before getting to the plot.

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I seduced my sister when I was 14. She thinks she seduced me, but she's not the brightest bulb in the drawer. And anyway, I like it this way. Guilt is the best way to keep someone close, and to make sure they keep a secret. Now, when I crawl into her bed at 3 AM, even though I can feel in the hunch of her shoulders and the fuzz in her voice that she doesn't want to be awake, she'll eat me out anyway. Dumb bitch. Love her, though.

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It was two summers ago when I cracked her. She's a year older than I am, and although she'd had her (unfairly large) tits for a couple years, she was just starting to take a *serious* interest in other kids. Like the boy cleaning the pool under Mother's watchful (and appreciative, I'm pretty sure, though I never caught them doing anything) eye. I'd been working on her since the end of school, touching her more, wearing less, complimenting her chest and her long, brown hair. I'd found her diary when she left it out, distracted by finals, and I knew she thought I was pretty. What she actually wrote was, "God, Liz is so hot." She wrote that about a lot of people, to be fair, but I was determined to make her do something about it. So I was playing the insecure little sister that summer, getting her to compliment me back. She liked my flat tummy, the short, jagged haircut I was trying out, the sundresses and tank tops I wearing more and more around her as she "helped me feel more confident." And I hadn't been letting her masturbate.

I was terrified she'd figure out what was going on, but... well, like I said. Not the smartest. So when I'd knock on her door about ten minutes after I started hearing the rustle of sheets and muffled moans from across our shared wall, I don't think she ever really realized what was up. It made her nervous, though, and downright terrified of being vocal. When I interrupted her for a goodnight hug, I could feel her heart racing while I pushed my small boobs into her ribs.

"Goodnight Emmy," I'd whisper up at her, letting her get a long sniff of my hair while she held me in her arms, barely suppressing the urge to rub her hard nipples into my clavicle. "Love you."

And I'd feel the shiver run down her back, and smile beatifically like a tiny little sister should.
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Author's Note: This story is set after a worldwide pandemic that is close to, but not quite like the one that took place while it was being written. Imagine it as an alternate world where the virus was a little more serious and lockdowns had to be more intense than they tended to be and people were generally better about abiding by them.

This Is How It Starts (Mg, Mf, MF, inc, prost)

I blame the quarantine. The stay-at-home orders. The lockdowns. If not for that, it might never have been discovered... or maybe it would have, but I might have been left out of it, might never have seen what no man was meant to know.

People complain that the virus changed everything, that it established a New Normal. They have no idea that the subtler contagion that really has the potential to rewrite society was just using the virus and all our social distancing to keep under the radar. If we were in our normal world, where kids went to school, surely somebody would have noticed right away... or maybe nobody would notice the effect enough to take advantage. After all, without the lockdowns, a lot less people would have started baking.

My first encounter with this all was while the virus... the actual virus, the one everybody was paranoid about, the one that had us wearing masks in public, canceling family holidays... all of that looked like it was finally winding down. The new vaccine was out, and--as a grocery worker--I was lucky enough to get one of the first waves of injections and the corresponding card which let me pass lockdown checkpoints, so I could finally visit people without risk of infection or reinfection or becoming a carrier.

So, naturally, I visited my brother. My place isn't that far away from his, but in a lockdown it might as well have been across the country... for months, I'd only seen him and his family from a long distance, or on video chat, and... I missed my nieces and nephew. Them, I'd barely even seen at all aside from a few social media pictures or brief hellos on a screen before rushing off to do something. Maybe my nephew Cameron I saw a little more than the others... when I did get a chance to talk to the kids, he had a habit of taking over the camera, apparently completely oblivious to the fact that I also wanted to see and talk to my nieces. Maybe even more. Don't get me wrong, I love my nephew, but I'd just always connected better with the girls and it felt like I hadn't caught up with them in so long.

Despite this, I didn't rush to his house the moment I was allowed to... my brother Ben had hedged around my coming to visit, even though I offered immediately and he agreed, tepidly, that it was a good idea. Still, when I pushed for a time he kept giving me vague 'I don't know maybe sometime soon' type answers while also significantly downplaying the idea of an extended visit. I thought may Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

This is my first bit of elit outside of audio scripts so I thought I'd post it in one of the places where I first discovered elit :) thanks for taking a look


Tags: Mf, student/teacher, daddy, large cock, cock worship, incest and cuckolding references, cumplay

"Oh my gosh." A freshmen girl interrupts her four friends who are working on a group math assignment. "Look at Mr. Smith's crotch."

"Ew, Rachel you are so gross." One of the girls whispers. They all giggle to themselves and try to subtly take a glance at the classroom teacher. The desks in the room were arranged into groups of four and Mr. Smith was standing near the desks of another group of students helping them with their work.

Mr. Smith was a well-built man of above average height with dark hair, light brown eyes and a full but short beard. He wore a polo shirt that hugged his biceps and chest muscles and a pair of khaki pants. While loose, they did not do much to hide the defined bulge that was very apparent, starting at the crotch and continuing down one side of his pants.

One of the girls, Kaitie, stared through her large, black-rimmed glasses. Her giggling was a bit phoned in as she was intently fixated on the front of the teacher's pants. While not the most promiscuous girl, she wasn't completely innocent and had seen a few penises by now. She could not conceive how a man's package could be that enormous.

Before she could figure out if this was some kind of optical illusion or if he actually had a solid object that huge in his pants one of the girls took a playful jab at her, "Ooh, I think Kaitie likes it!" Katie's mouth was agape and her eyes were wide until hearing the comment from her friend snapped her back into reality. Slightly embarrassed she smirked and said, "Oh my god. Shut up, Claire!"

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Hey, I'm grotto and here's the current version of Two Become One. I originally wrote this story to be posted on 4chan's /d/. The version posted on Oblimo's site here ( http://oblimo.pbworks.com/w/page/5537707/Two-Become-One ) is from summer 2008, and what appears here has been edited significantly since then. Please enjoy... As always, I have many ideas for the story that I've been nursing for years, but I can't promise new chapters within any reasonable timeframe. I will post them when I write them.

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Sara sat on her bed, still not quite able to believe what she was hearing. The person beside her seemed to be a ten-year-old girl, wearing a loose gray t-shirt, short brown hair and a baseball cap. "See, feel me, I'm just like normal, right?" Sara hesitantly reached out her hand and grabbed the girl's wrist. She could feel the bones in her arm, the pulse in her veins.

"Ok, now watch." The girl leaned forward and closed her eyes. In less than a second, gigantic breasts swelled into being on her boyish frame, stretching the fabric of the t-shirt. They were ludicrously large, puffing out into mounds around her areolae - C-cups in their own right - and the nipples were clearly visible, erect, three-quarters of an inch wide. The new breasts jiggled with their own momentum as the girl gently shook them back and forth. "Feel them if you want," she said. Sara reached out a hand and patted the monster on the left. It yielded and swayed around a bit. She began to knead, feeling the soft, warm boob tissue, not any different from her own except for the size. Still disbelieving, Sara reached down and tweaked the prominent, hard nipple. It was a firm nub, yielding a bit to her when squeezed, different from the soft breast tissue. The girl let out a squeak of laughter.

"That's too odd," said Sara. "It's not just boobs," said the girl. For a split second, her body lost all its detail, decohering in a blobby mass. She reformed a second later. Now the girl had deep red hair, tied back in a ponytail, wisps escaping to float in the afternoon sun that came down through the window. Gone were the ludicrous breasts. Her face was vaguely similar to before, but now she seemed to be six or seven years older. The T-shirt and jeans had become a beautiful dark green velvet dress, matching her eyes, cut to expose a hint of pearly cleavage. Although she was hardly recognizable, she had the same playful glint in her eyes.

"I can control pretty much everything about myself." the girl said. "Feel the dress." Sara reached out and took some fabric, rubbed it in between her fingers. It felt like fine fuzzy velvet. The girl smiled. "That's as much a part of me as my body or my Message too long. Click here to view the full text.