By this time, she had turned to me and was looking at me. Our eyes were locked in suspense. Her mom came back over a broken up message. We only heard the last part of what she said. That’s what the long pause was. She said again that she was happy that I was with her on her long trip home. I had worked with her mom since I was in high school and became a friend of the family over the years. I am sure she trusted me completely with her daughter. Even though we were doing some risqué things, I knew I was taking good care of her. I would do anything to keep her safe during this long trip home. I would do anything to get her home safely. I would have easily given my life for hers if something were to happen that required it. But I probably would have done that before the trip, too.
She was relieved to hear that her grandma was doing better. She hung up and gave me a hug. I held her tight. She said that she felt a lot better knowing. I let her go and said we needed to get ready to leave. She got up and dropped her robe and walked toward the bathroom smiling. She must have known she had me by the collar whenever I was looking at her. Or whenever she was around me.
I watched her walk to the shower. I walked outside and started unhooking things. As I walked around the back, I could hear the shower running. It was quiet, but I knew she was in there. I unplugged the shore power and rolled it into the locker. I glanced at the window and saw that the blinds were cracked. I looked around to see if anyone was visible. I leaned up against the side of the motorhome and peered inside. I saw that the shower curtain was shut. Shoot.
I heard the water stop and I quickly unhooked the sewer. I dumped and flushed in record time. After taking off the gloves and throwing them under, I looked through the window again. I didn’t look around this time. I forgot in the haste. She was standing with her back to me. She bent over and dried off each foot. I guess I missed the show. I heard the water run again and I asked if she was almost done. She said she just needed to brush her teeth and then would be done. The water ran as I watched her brush her teeth.
I finished the outside connections and picked up the mat out front. There wasn’t anything else. I walked inside. She emerged from the bathroom, hair still wet. The water dripping from her hair was running down her low cut, grey shirt. The water was forming dark grey spots where it would land. She smiled at me. I said we were almost ready. We had a long day ahead of us.
She stepped to the kitchen as I picked up a few things inside. I noticed her tight dark blue jeans. They fit her waist like yoga pants but had more texture and attitude. She made something small for breakfast. Her butt filled out the top of the jeans and showed up her hips. I started up the engine. It cranked for 30 seconds and then started. The dark blue jeans clung tight to her legs all the way down. I let it warm up for a few minutes while we continued working inside.
We pulled out and left the camp ground. I took the back way to avoid the pool area. She seemed happy so I didn’t want to bring it up. We drove for a few hours until lunch. She slept after we ate breakfast on the road. She said earlier that she usually likes to sleep after a workout. She could only do this on weekends during the school year so Summer was nice. She slept on an off. She got up twice to use the restroom. She kissed me when leaving and returning each time.
I stopped at a long turn out to use the restroom. I parked the rv and she woke up. She cracked her eyes and started to get up. I told her everything was ok. She looked up at me and smiled. I walked to the restroom. When I walked out, she was standing with a pair of pants and some boxers. She held them up and smiled. She must have noticed that I didn’t change after we swam. It felt like the sweetest thing anyone had ever done for me.
I said thank you and reached for them. She pulled them away from me and sat them on the dinette table. She bent down and pulled my pants down. She looked up to me and said, there’s a first time for everyone in swimming. She rocked her head boastfully and stuck her jaw out some. She was gloating. She told me to get a towel from the closet. I reached back and got one. She dried me off everywhere. It was still damp between my legs from wearing the wet shorts in the driver’s seat.
She put her lips and around my dick and sucked it in. She pulled it all the way to the back of her mouth. I looked down and could see the top edge of her white bra clinging to her breast. I looked farther in and could see her belly button between her breasts. Her low cut shirt was hanging off her chest. I looked past her flat belly and could make out the top of her dark blue jeans. Her breasts were hanging in her bra. She rolled her shoulder back and the white bra lifted the boob near where the cup met the shoulder strap. Her boob squeezed to the outside of her chest. It was the most amazing series of movements I had ever seen.
She sucked it all the way in and used her tongue to slowly press it out like a hydraulic press pushing out a friction pin. She did this several times and then let it out. It exited with a POP. She grabbed the boxers and let me step into them. She raised them around my legs to a comfortable resting position. Before she slipped them over my dick, she stuck out her tongue and gave me one long lick from the bottom of my balls to the top of the head. She gently pulled the back of the boxers over my butt. She left the front caught behind my ball sac. She gave me one more, long lick from top to bottom. She kissed my frenulum and gave it a short lick as she pulled away. She caringly pulled the elastic band from behind my balls and opened it toward her. She watchfully placed my dick into my boxers with her care only her hands could sustain.
She took my pants and unfolded them. It was a bit too hot in the Northern US Summer for these pants but I think she had seen me wear them before. I packed them for semi-formal dinners and lunches in DC. She placed them on the floor and opened the top for me. I stepped in one leg and she pulled it to my knee and ran the leg past my foot. Then the other. She pulled them up and buttoned them shut.
We drove for another hour before seeing a place to stop for lunch. It was a small diner in the middle of nowhere. It seriously looked like the only thing around.
17,150 words so far. I pasted it all into Word and deleted all the other comments and time stamps. What's left is 17,150 words and three positive comments at the bottom from you nice guys. They made up 200 more words. Thank you for being nice to me while I put work into this. Some of you are kind. Some aren't.
Time for me to drive the carpool home.
I will create an archive of this new thread after I gets 10 replies. I haven't used that before. I have learned several things from you guys in this thread.
If you are new, this is how I post. I write a bunch, post it, and then don't come back around for a while. I know, I'm a horrible person.
>>746328 It's the best (and longest) incest erotica story ever told. Some 19 year old starts having LOTS of sex and falls in love with his 14 yr old little sister and her best friend while trying to hide it from their parents IIRC. Its very vivid, descriptive, and horny. Go ask for it on /b/.
Can you guys ask me any questions you have about what has been written or what you think is coming up? Somebody asked about something and where it was leading and it made me remember more about the coming story on that topic.
>>746455 I changed mostly names and left some details out about my profession. She was 18 going into her senior year of high school. I was a little older with a job after college, unlike how I said earlier that I was in college at the time.
If I told you I was married to her now, would that ruin the story for you? This could have been 2 summers ago. hmm?
No, 80s motorhomes are the devils work. They are money pits. The engine and drive train wear out because they sit for months at a time instead of getting constant wear. Seals leak, gaskets tear, generators fail, etc. They will nickle and dime you to death.
trailers are where the value is. Insurance is way less. You have a vehicle with you wherever you go. If you lose an axle or tire on a trailer, you unhook and drive your vehicle to get parts. We have a trailer now
Throughout the day, I saw Alexis texting on her iPhone. She would look at her phone each time she woke up from her nap. We stopped to get gas as we left town that morning. At the gas station, she picked up her phone while I was pumping gas and started typing furiously. I asked who she kept writing and she said her mom.
We walked into the diner. Bri was still wearing the low cut tshirt and dark blue jeans. We got a seat and she took out her phone. She smiled when she read the first message. She wrote back to it first. The server came and we ordered drinks and food. She ordered a ton of food, once again. She picked up her phone after we ordered and I asked who she was texting. She pushed her elbows over the table and slid her hands across the table, toward me. She held the phone down near the table so I could see. She typed to her mom that we had stopped for lunch. I looked at the previous message above. It was near to 9am…
Right when I noticed the last message, she pushed her chest down toward the tables edge and looked up at me. My eyes drifted from her phone to the white bra in her shirt. I stared down her shirt as she pushed her shoulders down. This caused her bra to lift off of her breasts. I saw a high profile of the nipples I had seen earlier. This time I wanted to see them.
She looked up at me and bit her lip. I looked up to her and she gave me a puppy dog look. I asked if she would come sit by me on this side of the booth. She slid across the seat and sat next to me. She pushed her hips against mine to get close. Our food came. Alexis put her right arm behind my left and brought it out in front of me. She picked up her fork and started eating food from her plate. It was cute. She scarfed down her food before I finished my puny plate of fries and a burger.
After she was done, she wiped her hands with her napkin and looked behind us. There wasn’t anyone in the booths behind us when we came in. We were in one wing of the diner. There was nothing behind us but an emergency exit. She put her hand down without taking from behind my arm. She found where my dick was and started rubbing my pants over it. It got hard and I told her it was uncomfortable in the pants. She looked behind us again and undid the button on the top of my pants. The thought of her boobs from earlier in the morning washed over me.
She reached inside and her hand closed around my penis. She moved it up so it lie on my belly. She took her hand out and undid my zipper. She rubbed the back of my cock with her soft hand. The pants were getting too warm and it got sticky. She took her hand out and zipped and buttoned my pants back up. She took my hand and placed it on her crotch. I looked at her and she shook her head yes.
I rubbed my hand up and down her crotch. I started softly and then pressed my middle finger harder with each pass. She closed fought off her heavy eye lids. Her mouth opened farther but no sound came out. I saw the server come back. I stopped and moved my hand to her leg. The server gave the check and I paid.
She answered and put it to her ear. I couldn't hear her mom due to the noise in the diner. There were plates and glasses being clanked around and the murmur of people from the other side. She took the phone from her ear and pressed the speaker.
Her mom cracked through the phone. Alexis quickly turned it down. Her mom asked how we were doing. She said that grandma was going to be going home in a few days. Alexis said yay. Her mom then explained that grandma thought it would be nice if the two of us took our time coming home. She knew we were planning on taking the northern route across the country and said it would be nice if we hit all the popular stops. I looked to Alexis with a pondering look. I said I was up for it. Alexis said yes, too. She asked what she would do for money. Her mom said grandma would cover any extra expenses that they charity wasn’t covering already, like gas to get the rv home and enough nights at campgrounds to get straight home.
I butted in and said I could cover most of those costs. Alexis’ mom said no, no, you are in college, you don’t need to do that. I told her I had more than enough money to cover my costs. She said grandma wanted it that way and that it was out of the question. We came to the agreement that I would use the charity’s credit card for gas and lodging and I would pay the rest and be reimbursed. I wasn’t going to argue.
Is this what Alexis had been secretly texting about? Has she been telling her mom about what we had been doing? I couldn’t come to the conclusion. Maybe she was deleting each message. Idk.
Alexis takes the phone off speaker and talks to her mom for a few minutes. It sounds like they are talking about grandma. I can't hear though.
I tell her I'll be right back. I went to the camper and lifted up the back bed. I grabbed my bag and lifted it out. I took it back inside and took my laptop out of it. I used the tether on my phone and opened the laptop. Really, Sprint, LTE in the middle of fucking nowhere? Thanks for not having LTE anywhere useful.
I looked up national parks of the Northern US. I showed them to Alexis and she named off a few to her mom. Alexis told her we would pick where we went as drove home. I thought this was a good idea because I didn’t want to come up with every stop right now. She hung up with her mom and looked to me. She was excited. She smiled and did a little jiggle. She put her arms over my shoulders and kissed me. She said she was excited to be doing this trip with me. I smiled back and same I was happy to be on it with her. I really was but I couldn’t show it like she could. It was a different kind of excitement for me.
We walked to the rv. I asked her to look up a place she would like to stay for the night. She mentioned that she would like to stay in a hotel where she could do her laundry. I didn’t think about hotels having laundry machines. It made sense. She also said that we could take longer showers, too. I asked if WE could take a longer shower together if we stayed at a hotel for the night. She pursed her lips and tried not to smile. She took a moment and said yes.
We got back in the rv and she asked how far we were going to drive. I told her I wanted to drive for 6 hours, or so. So 350 miles, maybe. She got back on her phone. She said it wouldn’t load anything here. Fucking Tmobile.
We drove off. I set the cruise control for 60mph. The motor home gave a strange vibration between 60 and 80 miles an hour. I didn’t want to push this pile of poop past 80 for a long stretch. What if I had to stop? Lol.
She made reservations at a hotel in some town I had never heard of. She got up and walked to the back room. I saw her sit on the couch and reach into her bag. She pulled something out and put her feet on the bed. When we walked back, I looked back and saw her walking on her heels. She hobbled back into the cab and put her feet over the dash. Her toes were pink!
She told me she remembered hearing that my favorite color was pink. I asked her who told her. She said she didn’t remember. It was a few years ago, apparently. She asked why it was pink. I told her I was a child of the early 90s. My dad and all his friends were 20somethings in the 80s and never quit wearing their pink, orange, bright blue, and lime green clothes and wet suits. It was what I grew up with.
She let her toes dry in the sun. After 15 minutes, she started pulling off her pants. I looked over several times while trying to keep my eyes on the road. She lifted her butt and slipped the pants down. Then they pulled them off each leg individually. She put her legs back up on the dash. She looked over at me and said, what? She was wearing the cutest dark blue hipsters. She explained that she wanted to get sun on her legs and that she couldn’t do it with those jeans on. She picked her phone back up and kept texting. Who was she texting? I didn’t care. By this time, I had decided that I trusted her completely.
Her legs stayed on the dash for over an hour. I asked her if they were going to burn and she said no. All the time she spends in the pool keeps them dark enough that she never burns. She just needs to keep color on them. The week of morning practices wasn’t help her legs. She plugged in her phone and sat it on the transmission console. She closed her eyes and took a nap.
I could have picked up the phone and looked at the texts. I’m not sure if I didn’t because I was driving or because I wanted the mystery. This whole experience seemed to be going perfectly, so I didn’t want to mess it up. She trusted me. I trusted her.
We continued driving. The sun started to go down. The top of the window shined a shadow down on the bottom of her shirt. A few minutes later she woke up. She jumped a little and I reached over. I saw it in my peripheral view. I put my hand on her arm and she grabbed it. She turned to me and rubbed her cheek on my arm. She sat up and looked in her side mirror. She turned her head and looked out the back window.
She looked to the front window and sat upright in her seat. She lifted her shirt and pulled it over the top of her head. I turned my head for a quick look and saw her hair falling from the neck of the shirt. It gave me a surge of adrenaline. It looked like a fan, falling piece by piece, in my hyperactive shock.
She scooted down in her seat and hung her butt right on the front edge of the seat. I was looking at the road when she moved. I glanced over again and saw the lower half of her butt cheeks hanging off the seat. It looked fatter than normal due to the bulging. Her hips flattened out and looked wider than normal. I have always loved wide hips on a slender body. Her hips were even wider now that she was smushing them on the edge of the seat.
She picked up her phone again and held it up on her chest. She wasn’t short enough to lay on the seat bottom, but her head and shoulders were at the bottom of the back of the chair. She read and then started typing. She turned her head at me but I didn’t look over. She kept looking at me. I looked over finally and we caught eyes. She smiled. She looked back to her phone and read some more. She put her phone back down and shut her eyes. She put her arms above her head.
Her shoulders pulled the straps of her bra tight. The top of the cups lifted off her breasts and pulled them up. It looked like she was wearing a crazy push up bra except the boobs weren’t popping out of the bra because it was lifted so much. It looked incredible. I kept driving.
20 minutes later, the sun shadow was arriving at her bra. I was wondering if she would take it off. I remembered that her breasts were completely white when she exposed them earlier at the pool. Her torso wasn’t as dark as her legs but it was still tanned. She picked up her phone again and started typing. She got a response a couple minutes later.
She asked if I thought it was alright if she took off her bra. I said I didn’t have a problem with it. She sat up. I asked her if she wanted me to unhook it for her. She took off her seat belt and stood up. She turned and I reached over and unclasped it. She put her hands to her chest as it popped loose.
She looked out the back window while she was still standing next to me. She leaned over and looked out my mirror. She was still holding the bra to her chest. I saw one of the straps fall from her shoulder. She kissed me on the cheek and moved back into her seat. She kept a hand on the bra and put her seat belt on with the other. She pulled the belt out and scooted back down in the seat.
Her hand lifted from her bra and the other took it away. She tossed it on the dash. She looked down to see where the sun shadow was hitting her chest. She shimmied her legs around on the dash and scooted lower. Her butt was little farther off than it was. The lower half of her butt hung off further. It looked impressive. She looked down again and was satisfied with the way the sun was landing on her breasts.
I asked if she had eve tanned with her top off before. I knew the answer. She laughed and said nooooo! I’ve never even done this when I knew I was alone. That made me feel good and happy inside. We continued driving for a few more hours.
She picked up her phone again and smiled when she typed. She closed her eyes again and held it. She read in a minute later and typed back. She kept typing back and forth for a few minutes. One time she looked at me once and kept typing at the same time. I looked and she smiled. What was she writing? I didn’t feel like asking, it made things more interesting.
After a few more messages, she put her phone down on the transmission console. She undid her seatbelt. I looked to her and she had a devious smile on her face. She put her hands on the console and used them to walk her way out of the seat. She dragged her legs off of the dash and put them under her. She crawled on her knees over the console.
She was perched on the console when she asked if I had the cruise control on. I said yes. She reached under the front of my seat and lifted the handle. My chair didn’t move. I usually sit pretty close to the wheel when I drive. It’s just something I have always done. When the chair didn’t move, her sneaky smile went away. She pushed her lower lip up and made the face of frustration. She put her head on my leg and used her other hand to push the chair back on the old, sticky rails.
I dont really want to know much that can give away the ending. I mean, it's obvious you're gonna bang her, and you're probably gonna lick her asshole, but i dont want to know if you get married to her etc until the ending
>>746803 >>746805 OK. I would still like to talk to people about the story. It helps me and gives me the drive to write more. Maybe just read the long story parts. They are generally longer than any of the talking.
>>746807 I don't do cuckolding shit. I don't know why people would like that.
>>746812 I don't expect you to read. Just look at the pictures. Cassidy Cole. Only does the softest of softcore. Only boobs and butt. That makes it hotter to look at her stuff, though. When you see a front shot of her vulva, ooooh.
>>746869 yeah bro im not saying dont answer questions, im just saying that me personally i dont like to try and guess what's gonna happen next in a film/tv show, but i've only really been reading the story parts up until now anyway, it's your thread so it's up to you if you want to do questions
I looked down to see her head on my leg. I rolled back as she pushed. The chair hit the stops and it clanked to a halt. I had to lean my back off the seat a little to continue holding the wheel with both hands. I took my right hand off and drove with my left. I put my right hand on her back, between her shoulders. I felt her undo my pants. She pulled opened the zipper and reached inside.
She pulled my dick out and licked the tip. She asked me to pick up my butt so she could get my pants down. I pushed my feet on the floor and rose up. She pulled them down around my ankles. I pushed off my shoe so I could take my right leg out of the pants. I needed to be able to drive if something happened! She wrapped her lips around the head. Her face was hitting my thigh. I knew it would be better if I could lean back a bit. The leaning slightly forward position wasn’t conducive to her sucking my dick. I reached under the seat and moved it forward two clicks. She gave me a thumbs up and never took her mouth off my penis.
She never let her mouth off of my dick. She tried many things while down there. She rolled her tongue around it. She bobbed up and down. She tried getting it all in her mouth. She let me do the work pushing it in and out. She brushed her tongue and down the head. She stuck her tongue out and tried to get it all in her mouth. This time she didn’t gag. She dropped her head down slower and kept it on the roof of her mouth until it neared the uvula. Then she dropped her tongue and it went in a little further. She held it there for a second. Next, she made the smallest movements with her head so it moved in and out. It felt incredible. Her lips weren’t pursed around it like a standard duck face during this deep-mouth. Instead she kept suction and it felt like one cohesive unit. If her mouth felt this good, how amazing must her pussy be?
After a few minutes, I was becoming more excited and getting ready to blow. I moved my hand from her shoulders and rubbed her back. I brushed the top of her panties when I got near them. I asked if I could rub her butt. She didn’t respond and kept playing with my dick in her mouth. I put my fingers under the elastic and gently rubbed each cheek. I scratched up and down a few times. I asked where she wanted me to point it when I came. I’m sure she could tell I was close. She didn’t respond.
I was getting the blow job of my life and didn’t know where to cum. I was close. It was near. IA little before this, I asked her nicely if I could rub her butthole. I looked again to her ass and saw her butt making the pointy shape in her hipters. I loved that view of the ass. You couldn’t really see the booty, but the way the hips spread was incredible.
I was hoping for no response. I got no response. I slowly put my middle finger deeper into her crack each time that I moved up and down over her ass. I felt the the bottom of her crack near the top of her butt. Each time I got closer to touching her asshole. This decreased my time from exploding exponentially.
I finally reached her booty hole and rubbed it under my finger a few times. I started coming. That awesome feeling right before you start shooting your load lasted for 20 seconds. I tensed up and she didn’t stop. Am I going to live?
>>747057 It's running malwarebytes again. mwb only found part of it so I had to search manually. The interwebs told me where and what to search for related to what it found. It's cleared and checking again.
they wanted us to pay 300 dollars to free up disk space. It said the drive was 99.5% full
I passed my fingers over her anus and started coming. It was that feeling you get before you start jazzing. It usually only lasts a second or two. She made it last 20 seconds. I somehow kept my eyes open and hand on the wheel. I finally started shooting semen and, again, she kept her mouth around my penis.
I didn’t shoot out like a machine gun. It fired out like cannon shots. At least 10 long, deep shots of semen spewed into her closed mouth. I felt it in my stomach. It was the most incredible orgasm I had ever had.
She didn’t squirm or move. She did make several uhh and ohh sounds as she felt it demolish the insides of her mouth. I looked down during the last shots and saw her sweet fest resting over my cock. Her mouth was still closed around it, with the perfect low pressure to keep her insides pressed around it. I felt the warm semen run around her mouth and around my dick. It felt more slipper than her saliva.
She started flicking her tongue around my dick. At first I was going to yell stop, but it didn’t feel like the normal sensitivity to everything. She rolled her tongue around the head and brushed it over my frenulum. It was heaven. I wasn’t going to come again but I wasn’t going to ask her to stop, either. She did this for 30 more seconds. I felt her mouth tighten as she swallowed. She tightened her mouth and swallowed again.
She started to get up but couldn’t. I forgot I had my finger in her butt crack. She reached her arm around her back and tenderly took my arm. She pulled on it and I realized where it was. I removed it and sat it on her back. She lifted her torso and my arm slid over her shoulder. She had a sly smile on her face and looked at me. I put her hand behind her head and pulled it to me. I kissed her and she kissed back. I let her go and she stuck out her tongue. All gone, she said.
She kissed my head once more and moved back to her seat. She put the seat belt on and laid down with her feet on the dash. I looked at her. I asked how much further we had to drive. She took her phone and said about 3 hours.
>>747066 >>747066 Dude you fucking suck at taking criticism. Everytime someone says anything that isn't sucking your dick you chalk them up to being ungrateful pricks. I like your story in the previous thread, it showed signs that you deliberated over it. Im saying that you are running into the classic problem of writer burnout. It seems that you are treating this more like task rather than a passion like you did when you started this.
I think everyone in this thread, you especially, would rather that you spend more time to do your best rather then rush it all out.
>>747073 >>747073 Yeah it isnt it up to the quality you have previously given. There is quite a few grammar errors and disjointed sentances, transition. Did you blow it? No. Keep moving foward but take more time to write. Dont feel the urge pump out a minimum every night, just submit something when you are happy with it.
Op this is still a great story but take your time. I've been watching this thread for days now, and don't mind waiting for several more. Check what you've written before posting. As for the quality, the mistakes are making it feel rushed. But I'm still really enjoying it - thank you for sharing OP.
>>747068 >>747071 Reading your story up to this point has had me semi-hard each time, but this...! This turned my prick into a steel rod and made me whip it out for a furious imagination-based fap-session! I haven't done that since first hitting puberty... Fuck.
I hate proofing. I did it for years on a weekly basis for a few journals.
I will do that. I don't know how to fucking write. I know each paragraph is just she did this, she did that, I felt this, I felt that. I don't know how to write it any other way. Maybe I should look into real erotic fiction and see how they do it.
>>747106 You're doing fine. Just keep writing, one post at a time. Don't worry about trying to dress it up. You've picked a structure that, while it sounds simplistic (she did this, she did that, I felt this, I felt that), it actually works! This isn't a Russian novel, it's a personal story on 4chan. The haters will bugger off.
DON'T STOP!!! I'm not a story guy but I opened the thread from the first post and loved it!
No it's not making me as hard as diamonds cause stories aren't my thing but I simply enjoy your writing. This is some fucking excellent shit dude. You can't stop until the story is done. No one will be satisfied with less, even if it takes another week we will all still be here.
Oh god, if you end the story here I will literally find you and this will end in a murder/suicide. And I mean that in the most complimentary way, because I've read every post you've written and I want the rest. But seriously...you better finish the story. I don't care how long it takes as long as you finish.
>>747164 Spelled it wrong. But I think she spells it wrong, anyway.
>>747187 It's the beat, the tempo, the rhythm. Jazz is a statement if who the musician is. Lol. I jazz in my pants every time I see Alex.
>>747225 I will finish this story. The nice posts have brought my back. I was feeling pretty shitty about it last night, though. I looked up narrative story telling, expository writing, and using descriptive language for long texts. I will try to make it better.
I'm going to start writing more and proofing and editing it in large blocks. I liked posting it as I wrote it for the instant gratification.
I don't know how you guys feel because I never get excited from reading things like this. Remembering it and writing about it is different, though. I don't know why. It does it for me to write.
Please note that some of the aspects of the story have been consistently changed. Things like names, places, and dates have been changed. If a name, date, season, or location seems out of place, it is probably a mistake.
I am on pastebin right now. I think I may start hosting it there from now on. I will post here but probably without pictures. It's taking me too long to find pictures now. Or people get mad when I keep using amazing pictures of Cassidy.
Are there any restrictions on pastebin? Like size, length, time period, number of viewers?
I am thinking of making a section at the bottom for text under review. LIke if it's been a while and I haven't posted, I will post the unedited portions under a line break.
It is.. REALLY well written and captivating (and hot as fuck).
I don't care if it started as greentext and has since been turned into full phrases (by perhaps multiple anons). Just the mere fact that a fucking book (300+ pages pdf) of that quality have been produced by freakin' anon(s) who get nothing in return is simply remarkable..
There are people, with fame and money in mind, who write way, way worse than that. And the anon who wrote it probably just takes it all for granted and brush it off as nothing, even though he could turn writing into a fucking career. And he's jobless??? (At least so far I've read)
This is why I love 4chan. Among the piles of shit and dank memes, anonymity sometimes lets you experience originality won't find anywhere else. Sometimes you get gems like these stories, sometimes it's jokes and banter that can only be had when morals and ethics are left behind. It's the "honest" truth (still biased, damn jews) you don't get anywhere else in a world so filled with propaganda. I believe 4chan is one of the, if not THE closest thing we have to true human creativity. It is truly the search for this unique originality that is soo thrilling, that once you start lurking, you just can't leave 4chan behind.
>OP I have read it all, you have a great storyline, your details are fantastic and your style unique. Rewrite everything when you are done, and heck, you may be onto something great here. It has potential, but there is also a lot of rewriting/rephrasing and proofing to do.
>>747468 Thank you, kind sir. I do plan to go back and edit it up. The proofing won't be terrible, but editing for flow will be. It's very jumpy and I already don't like it. That's one reason I don't feel like proofing it much. I simply don't know how to write well.
I find anonymity to allow some people to be creative. I think everything should be allowed to be anonymous. In a way, it is. I think people should take credit for what they want to. I can only write this because of anonymity.
I agree with this anon OP. I've been a lurker here for 7-8+ years since a friends son turned me onto this "image posting site" he found. I started checking it out off and on of then next few years until I hit it almost daily.
Never before have I ever had a thread capture my attention like yours has. For me, it's not the fact it's in an /hc/ thread but you have it so well written, you paint a picture for us. I find myself checking several times a day for your updates to see where you are at in your writing.
I so wish that I could take a trip like that with someone. To be able to get to know them on such a deep level and connect with them both emotionally and physically. Truthfully, everyone should have a trip like that.
I know not how the story will end, but if this is a true one, I do hope you and (Alexis, Brittany, whomever) are still together because this was surely an adventure of a lifetime that would lead to a strong emotional bond between you guys.
Chan on, Chive on, Rock on!
*Sidenote* - screw all the haters, keep doing what your doing! Those of us following await your next postings.
i am now getting skeptical with slips like 'bri' and 'stop guessing my wife's name!' and 'we have at trailer now'
does this really mean it's a true story and are they really together at the end of this? or is it part of some bait and switch to keep us on our toes?
honestly i love op, the POV is p fresh from what i've read on 4chan but sometimes the story seems a little hard to believe or suspicious and i'm still not entirely convinced he won't arrive in bel air or walk the dinosaur or make a new facepalming twist in the end that us lurker assholes will be reading the other poster-friendly fuckers copy.
the story is great and it's been keeping me hanging around consistently (sometimes hourly) since the beginning. i'm invested now to see where it goes and what happens, who is she really texting, damn it? that's driving me the most crazy. the whole dominatrix thing hasn't bothered me or raised any flags because i feel like she was just being adventurous with the confidence of just new, comfortable, trust-worthy sexperiments, but it had been brought up by an anon or op (can't remember &too lazy to go to the old thread to look and read) as to why hasn't anyone questioned it.
Thank you for the support. I opened a pastebin and have it going. I will place all written text at the bottom and all edited and proofed text at the top. That way it's always one continuous and full text for people to read. It may just get shitty part way through, haha.
I have this unlisted. Can you tell me if it's viewable? http:// pastebin. com/ jG9yWZqR
I don't want to say if this is fiction or nonfiction. Maybe my slips were accidental or maybe they were on purpose. I don't want to say. I think only one of them is in the story? I think I may leave that slip of Bri so the original readers here on /hc will have something that will call the story their own. If this gets huge, I will thank you guys for reading the shitty mark ups first.
I won't be able to write much. I have a shit ton of work to get ready for tomorrow. I love my job and it comes first before this story. I still can't say what profession I'm in. While working on paperwork or when driving 40 miles each way, though, I think about this story a lot. It's easy to think about.
Someone asked if I found parts of this story somewhere else. I didn't respond to this but I can truthfully say this is my own work. I don't plagiarize.
Good on you, OP. Well written, and doesn't give in to the juvenile shit that a lot of these stories do.
The main dude is a bro and a good dude. Doesn't read her texts, genuine respect for her rather than just creepy manipulation, props for making a solid relationship come alive in an engrossing way. Waiting on more
There are some very real situations coming up. Some of them won't be pretty to read, but I think they are important in today's society. There will be a reason that everything has happened, so far. And the reason won't lead to walking a dinosaur
>>747881 It will come here when each section is ready. I only fixed the bottom and not the parts above it that have not been posted. I should have time tomorrow afternoon to fix the rest and then post.
Sorry for the delay. Been busy. It's only going to get worse until about mid April. ughh
Alexis said we needed to hit he next major town before she found a real hotel. She didn’t want to stay in a motel on the road with creepers. I agreed. She found a hotel with a big laundry room so we could wash and dry everything at once. I asked her when in her life she learned about that. She said while on swim meet trips with her school. Very astute, Ma’am!
We started talking about everything again. Everything under the sun. Ambitions, goals, dreams. Childhood friends, siblings, parents. Before we started talking, she spent a few minutes typing on her phone. I think she only got a few responses. We talked for 3 hours until we started seeing signs for the city. She sat up and stared out the window at the distant lights.
When entering the lights of the city, she asked to stop at a Walmart. We drove in and asked if she could go in by herself. I wanted to check some things on the RV, so I said be careful. I kissed her before she left like I had never kissed her or anyone else. She stuck her tongue into my mouth and I licked it back. She pushed me away because she knew I wouldn’t stop. She walked out of the rv and toward the store. I opened up the outside hatches and starting looking through the supplies. Where was the motor oil, transmission fluid, tool box, and other things used to fix the rig if we had a problem? It was going to be a long trip for the two of us.
I found a small tool box with some screw drivers and pliers. There were a few loose sockets and wrenches. I checked the sizes and they seemed like what we would need for a Ford. Great, the only thing I knew about Fords was that the distributor was near the front. I found no oil, no coolant, no transmission fluid, no grease, no anything. I made a mental list and locked the cabinets and main door. I walked inside to find Alex. I already wanted to see her again.
I walked around quickly to find her. Did I need to find her to make sure she was safe or just to see her? It really felt like both. I never had the feeling before. I found her in the women’s clothing section. She was looking at bikinis. She had a questioning look on her face and noticed me coming. She smiled as I walked up. She opened her arms wide to greet me. I wrapped her in a hug and lifted her off the ground. She squealed quietly and as I spun around. I sat her back on her feet and she kissed me on the neck.
She asked if I liked any of the bikinis on the wall. I looked and asked her what she liked. She said she wanted to know what I liked so she could wear it for me tomorrow. I looked harder now. She said Walmart is the place where you buy bright, flashy bikinis because they are cheap to only wear a few times. I picked a hot pink set with low cut bottoms. The set had white ties all around. She found her size and put it in the cart. She looked to me as if to ask what else. I looked again. I asked her what her favorite color was. She explained blue, like the water in a pool. I looked back and saw a cute, short, blue tube top bikini set. It had low rise bottoms. She riffled through the sets on hand and held the right one up to her chest. I indicated with my finger that it made me hard. She swiped at my hand and asked if there was anything else I needed here. We both laughed.
We went to the auto section and I picked out 4 quarts of oil, a gallon of coolant, and ATF. I also found a cheap metal tray if I needed to dump the oil. I probably should change the oil at the next campground. I asked her if there was anything else she needed here. She laughed. I moved some things to put the oil into the cart and some other clothes appeared from under boxes of snacks. I asked what they were. She pushed the boxes back over the clothes and looked up at me. She gave me a sly smile. I shook my head and put the oils beside them.
We checked out at the self checkout. I told her I would pay and to run her special items first. She bagged them and tied each bag shut at the handles. I looked away while the scanner beeped around 15 times. What was she buying? I only saw some white socks and a grey shirt.
I pushed the cart to the rv while holding her hand. She climbed in and I handed the bags to her. I didn’t know what type of area this was, so I was hyper alert. Being with Alex made me even more aware of my surroundings. I would destroy anyone who would plan to harm her. As she took the bags, I saw pink color through the gray bag. What items did she buy? Were they for me or her?
>>748145 I am going to make a different pbin to put the unedit content in. Then it's real content the whole way. I know myself and I think I will complete editing the written part long before I finish the story. This story may surpass 100k words. I'm at 25k now.
>>748419 I'm saying this is the real version. I am writing this the way I would do it or the way it happened. I would never manipulate anyone into sex. That's not who I am. If you knew more about me, you would know why.
We arrived at the hotel and checked in. We were in the city now so the hotel was just one tall tower instead of the spread out motels we had been driving past earlier. It felt familiar to be back in civilization. It felt like an adventure up to this point. The comforts of a decent hotel would be nice. After thinking this, I looked over at Alexis and thought that a permanent adventure with her would be fine, too. I stopped the RV in the large, covered entrance to the hotel. There was no door man but it was still nice. Alexis and I walked into the lobby. This place was really trying too hard. Like one of those time share sales offices. Fancy looking carpets everywhere. Large arrangements of fake flowers on every table. Oversized furniture. A large, plastic chandelier hanging from the ceiling which was covered in cheap mirrored panels. We stood in line behind one person. While in the cue, I looked up. I nudged Alexis and she looked up, too. We looked down at ourselves as if we were watching.
I turned my head and tried to kiss her while we looked into the mirrors. I moved in for the kiss and jabbed her nose with my chin. She said OW and rubbed it. That didn’t work. I said I was sorry. She said it was cute and we tried again. This time our lips met. After a second, the woman behind the desk asked us to come forward. She sounded annoyed, like we were holding up the line. I looked around before I walked up. I shrugged it off.
We walked back to the motorhome and drove around to find a parking spot. We had to park by the dumpsters because it was the only are large enough for the somewhat large RV. I asked Alexis what bags she wanted. She picked up all of her Walmart bags and pointed to her duffel bag. I grabbed it and grabbed mine. I didn’t want to make a second trip all the way out here. We tried to go in the back entrance but our keycards wouldn’t let us in that door. We walked all the way around to the front. Up the elevators and down the all. We were on the 8th floor.
We opened the room to our wonderful, unspacious sleeping room. It was just a regular room with a King bed. I wondered what Alexis would tell her mom about the room when she called. We walked in and Alexis was first to find the television remote. She pushed a few buttons trying to get it turned on. It wouldn’t turn on. All this time in the RV and she finally has a nice, big TV in front of her. She can’t watch it. I placed all the bags on the bed. She looked over everything and said she wanted some snacks. She asked my nicely, by squeezing my butt, if I could get some of the snacks we just bought.
I told her I would take the remote down to the front desk and get a new one. I pointed my finger to my cheek and she pecked it before I turned to leave. I took the elevator back down to the lobby. I walked to the counter and asked if I could get a new remote. The lady behind the counter was ‘shocked that I took the remote out of the room’. This was clearly against hotel policy. Bitch, I didn’t read any fucking hotel policy, I thought to myself. She tried to take it out of my hand as she said maintenance would bring a new one up.
I pulled it back and said it probably wasn’t hotel policy to hand television remotes to strangers. These looked expensive and guests needed to take care of them. She glared at me as I turned around. She saw me walking to the front doors and yelled something about taking the remote off the premises. Call the cops, lady.
I got back to the RV and grabbed a few boxes of snack foods. I looked around for anything else we may have missed. I grabbed her razor from the shower and our cell phone chargers. How does a girl forget her razor? I thought there was shaving lotion in there, but I couldn’t find it. I looked under the sink. A straight edge caught my eye above the bottles and cans. I moved my head lower and looked up. There were several 100 dollar bills taped to the underside of the sink bowl. Emergency money, funny.
I peeked my head through the side of the lobby doors and saw no one was at the front desk. I slipped through the doors and made my way across the floor. I made it to the elevator hallway before the lady ever saw me. She probably had the police waiting outside the room, ready to taze me. I walked into the room and didn’t see her. Alexis? Alex? The shower water was running. Did she get in without me? Shoot, I missed it.
I moved to the bed to drop the stuff I brought. There was a note that said, ‘join me’. Oh.
Adrenaline shot into my heart. I would be showering with her tonight. My dreams had come true. I walked into the bathroom with her razor. I called to her. She said my name back. Then she started talking more. She asked if I trusted her. I said yes, of course. She asked if I would do something for her. I said yes, of course. I could hear in her voice that she was very serious. I didn’t know what she was going to ask me.
Op. Im messaging u all the way from australia. Please dont stop writing. This story u r telling us is awesome. I check the site everyday to see if youve written more. Please keep it up. Theres alot of us wanting to know the climax ending to this.
Thank you to all. I will try to write more tonight. This section is going to be hard to write. I think it may kill the story for some of you if I don't take the time to do write it correctly. I won't say much more until it's available to read. I care about this part more than anything I have written yet.
I just edited and proofed 4350 words. I changed some of the sentences around post breaks from when I wrote it on here. There are a few sentences gone due to that. I added a little detail but nothing you guys would care about.
There is a lot in the Complete pbin, now. http:// pastebin. com/ 47v7q9cp
Alexis said she wanted me to come in but she was very nervous. I asked why. She said she couldn’t say. I said it was fine. I asked what she needed me to do. She said I couldn’t look at her body. I didn’t need to know why. I was just happy to get in the shower with her.
I said that was fine. I asked if she wanted me to come in. She said, again, that I couldn’t look at her body. I assured her that I would not. I told her I would even keep my eyes closed. I didn’t know what was going on. Why was she demanding this? I had seen her head, torso, butt, legs, and feet. Maybe she had a scar or birth mark I missed? What was it?
She said I could keep my eyes open but I couldn’t look at her body. I asked her where I should look, trying to avoid the question of why. She said her head. I told her I was fine with that. I knew I hadn’t missed scars or a birth mark. I had seen her whole body at one time or another. She may not have known that I did, but I thought I had seen all of it.
She poked her head out the back of the shower. Only her wet hair and face were visible. It looked like she just got out of the pool. She looked me straight in the eyes and asked if she could trust me. She was being completely serious. I looked back with my kindest face and replied. She moved away from the curtain and left it pulled away from the wall. I got in the back of the shower and pushed the curtain back to the wall. It was one of those weird hotel ones where the bar curved away from the tub. Why do they do that?
I was still holding the razor and asked if she wanted it as I turned to her. I held it up. She was standing in the water with her back to me. She turned her head over her shoulder and looked at what I was holding. Alexis said she bought some new ones at the Walmart. Oh, that’s why you left yours, I said. She looked over her shoulder and cracked a thoughtful smile. Awe, you brought it from the camper for me, she said. I shook my head and put the razor down on the corner of the tub.
I walked up to her and felt the warm water run down my front. I pressed my body to hers and put my arms over her shoulders. I laid them across her chest, above her breasts and she wrapped up in them. Alexis put her head to my upper arm. She was shaking a little. Why was she so nervous?
With the water spraying in her face, she started talking about how much she loved swimming and the pool. Alexis explained that the pool was her place of relaxation, fun, and release. She said that taking showers was the closest she could sometimes get to being in the pool. She said swimming made her feel safe. Alex knew she was a good swimmer and felt as if the pool accepted her for who she was, no matter how she was feeling. She rubbed her head on my arm as she talked. Something was wrong but I couldn’t tell what it was.
She asked if she could continue showering. I said I didn’t mean to stop her. She asked if I still wouldn’t look at her body. I told her I would not break her trust like that. I told her that even when she was looking away, I would keep my eyes off her body. I meant it, too. I stayed true to my word. She turned around and looked to me. I smiled and she gave a fake smile back. I hugged her and put my forehead to her shoulder. I said everything will be ok. She whispered one of the same questions in my ear.
>>749197 when did you first see her boobs properly? i know she timidly showed them at the pool, but i thought you didn't look. I may have missed it but i thought you might have went into deep detail about them when did you properly see them with her permission etc
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>>749222 Do you guys want me to go into detail about her boobs? I have said small things here and there about them. I know everyone likes different boobs so I was trying to pull a Stoker and Browning by not giving a full description. I was trying to introduce short descriptions that could be collected in the mind to form the view I saw or rejected individually so her boobs are the way you like them.
Are you asking because I gave a detailed description of her vulva? That was something I didn't want to leave out. I enjoyed mentioning her puffy nipples back when I looked down her shirt. I like those short descriptions over time for boobs. For her vulva, if you read, I wanted a full description because it was special part of the story.
What do you guys think? Boob description or no description? I know exactly what they look like. I love them often
This is the unedited pbin if you want to know what we are talking about. It cuts out all of a sudden when I fell asleep at the wheel...
>>749243 It's just the way that before you were talking about her pink, puffy nipples and how great you thought they would be and how you would wait a lifetime to see them, but then didn't go into much details when you had seen them, so when you go back and fix through it you could add in a description if you want, you could try to not give a full description but i think you should give a detailed description when you first see them, and then for the rest, like when you say you were playing with her nipples, say something like "I played with her puffy nipples and her breathing started to become heavier" or something like that
She asked if I trusted her. I said yes, I always will. She reached over and grabbed a new razor. She held it up in my face and said this is for later. I raised an eyebrow. I was perplexed. Wait. Is that for me? She smiled big and shook her head up and down. This smile was real.
She asked if she could wash my hair. I said yes but I usually use soap first. She grabbed the soap and started washing me down. While washing me, I was going to let her do as much as she wanted. I didn’t think she would wash my ass, but she ran the soap up and down my butt crack. She didn’t wash it to my standard, so I asked her for the soap. She asked me why and I told her. She reached down and pushed the soap farther into my crack. I felt it rub against my butt hole. She was smiling. Hmm.
She finished and I rinsed off. Alexis asked if she could wash my hair. She was looking at me and I closed my eyes. I got down and sat on the tub floor. She climbed around me and washed my hair from behind. Her hands felt nice in my hair. She massaged my scalp for a minute and then told me to rinse it out. She asked me to keep my eyes closed. I wasn’t going to open them. She trusted me. I couldn’t break that bond between us.
I rinsed out my hair and tried to stand back up. I reached for something to grab and she screamed. I touched something and she jumped back. Oops! I found the tub side and got myself up. I opened my eyes and looked up. I brought my eyes down to hers. I asked what happened. She said it was nothing. She started talking about how she shaves everyday. She shaves her armpits, her legs, her arms, her pussy, and her butt. She said that she uses a special cream instead of shaving cream. Using shaving cream is expensive for girls because they have to use a lot of it. She buys stuff that comes in a round tube. Apparently, she only needs a little of it for each area.
She grabbed the tube and said it would work for me, too. I told her I trim myself with my shaver every few weeks. I told her I trim my armpits, too. She said that was nice but it wasn’t close enough. She asked if she could shave my chest. I said sure. I only have sparse hair on my chest so it went fast. She asked if she could shave my armpits. I told her not to ask and instead tell me what to do. She told me to hold up an arm. This part was scary. I winced as she glided the razor over my skin. I had never done this and it always sounded scary. She effortlessly slid the razor with the grain and cleaned it a few times. I had trimmed before we left so it wasn’t bad.
She did the other arm with the cream. It was very slippery. It tickled as she rubbed it on. She pushed me into the water and rinsed them off as I held them up. Her hands felt good on the smooth skin. She got down on her knees and said I could look down at her. I was at the back of the tub and she was kneeling in the falling water. It was hitting her shoulders and back. She looked incredible with her wet, slicked back hair. She rubbed cream all over the hair around my dick. It, too, was trimmed before we left. She said it helped that I had recently done that.
She slid the razor from the bottom of my stomach to the base of my dick. It skimmed over the skin as it cut the hairs. She explained how shaving the right way would leave the skin smooth and without razor bumps. I told her I had never shaved it before. She told me the ins and outs of shaving body hair. She moved her head and let the water rinse it off. She inspected it and put some cream on in missed spots. She finished the shave, or so I thought.
She rinsed that area off again and told me to put my leg up on the side of the tub. She rubbed cream all over my balls and pulled them down. She said this was only possible because the balls weren’t tight like they were last night. She pulled the skin smooth and ran the razor in every direction. She didn’t see a pattern so she said we had to hope it wouldn’t form bumps. I was sure it would be fine. She rinsed it off and I thought I was done, again.
She asked again if I trusted her. I said the answer was always going to be the same. She told me to turn around and bend over. She was going to shave my ass. I was ok with that. She pulled the cheeks apart and I can only imagine how it looked. It was nearly the ultimate sign of respect, love, care, and trust to be down there. I didn’t even want to think about it. She rubbed the cream in gently but without apprehension. She slid the razor down with a few passes on each side and moved the shower head to rinse. She looked and rubbed some more cream on.
When she was done, she rinsed and asked me to stand up. She told me to ask me a question about our shower later tonight. She thought it would be sweet. We faced each other and she put her arms around my neck. That wasn’t so bad, right, she said. I guess not, I said. She thanked me for allowing her to shave me. I didn’t know why she was thanking me. I got the work done. We kissed for a few minutes under the falling rain. She had her arms around my neck and I had my hands on her hips.
She asked if she could step out of the shower first. I told her again to just tell me. She stepped out and I saw her grab a towel. She wrapped herself in it and I turned off the water. I ran my hands through my hair with speed and a mist came off. I pulled the curtain open and pushed the water off my body. She looked and asked what I was doing. I told her I try to push the water off of my skin before I get out. This leaves the water in the tub rather than on the floor or on the towel. She shook her head. She slipped on panties under her towel and dropped the towel.
She walked out of the bathroom with her hair wrapped in the towel. I stepped out and dried. I followed her out wearing nothing. She was sitting on the bed and looking through her bag. I stood by the corner of the bathroom and asked if I could give her a massage. Ooh! She turned and looked to me. Her breasts hung off her chest when we torso twisted toward me. I took the bottle of lotion from her hands. I patted the bed and she laid down. I started the massage at her feet. I rubbed the lotion in between her toes and she laughed and kicked it away from me. I took it back and continued.
I went up the back of each leg. I wiped the lotion up each thigh to the base of her butt. Her eyes were closed. Before doing her butt and back, I put lotion on each arm up to her shoulders. I massaged her hands for a few minutes. These hands had been working hard. I put some lotion on her butt and rubbed it in. I asked if I could take off her panties and she said to pull them into her crack instead. I did and finished her butt. I started massaging her back and after a few minutes she fell asleep. I kept massaging for a few minutes and then stopped. I slowly climbed off of her. I didn’t want to wake the napping beauty. I pulled a blanket over her.
I got out my computer. I responded to some emails, checked some forums for subscriptions, and uploaded some pictures from my phone. I put some of the pictures on my facebook and some on our region of the charities website. After 20 minutes Alexis woke up. She asked what happened to her massage. I got up to start again but she said no, no. She found her phone and started texting someone. It was only 7:30 so neither of us were very tired. She kept texting as we talked about places we wanted to go on our trip. Her mom called at 8:00 and she told her we were looking up places to go. It was really me making suggestions and her texting someone.
After she hung up, I asked if I could finish her massage. She flipped over and I worked on her back and shoulders. She said this was better than anything she had ever paid for. After 20 minutes or so, I asked her to turn over. I started getting up off of her but she put her hand to my leg to keep me down. I stayed as far up as I got and she turned under me. I kneeled back down on her hips. I rubbed lotion onto the front of her shoulders and down her chest. I started on her boobs and rubbed it in gently. Her soft, puffy nipples happily accepted the lotion. When I moved away, they turned hard and started pointing to the sky. They got darker but were big for hard nipples. I moved to her flat tummy and down her panty line. I rubbed the sides of her chest and waist. I got up and she put her hand over her panties.
I put lotion on the front of her legs and rubbed it slowly. I put my hand on hers and looked to her. She had a sad look on her face. I jumped to her and wrapped my arms around her. What’s wrong, I said. She shook her head. Tell me what’s wrong. Head shake. I wasn’t getting anything. What was she hiding? I asked her to tell me what she was feeling. She began crying. What did I do?
I held her close in my arms. She kept crying. At one point, she tried pushing me away. I wasn’t letting her go anywhere. When she realized she wasn’t leaving, she held me tighter. She kept crying for a few minutes until it slowly faded away. I kissed her on the cheek and laid beside her. I rubbed my fingers softly on her stomach. I pulled the blanket back over her. She looked to me and we started talking. I asked her what was wrong. She said she needed to go back to middle school.
When she started on the swim team in middle school, she would always change in the bathroom after school for practice, rather than in the girl’s locker room. She said she was always ashamed of her body. She didn’t want her teammates, or anyone, to see her naked. I asked if she changed in the bathroom for PE. She said no. She kept talking but at that point, I could have guessed what was wrong. But it wouldn’t be wrong, it would be so beautiful if I was right. I loved that. I loved her.
She explained that she got away with it from sixth to part of 8th grade. In 8th grade, her team traveled to high school in another city on a weekend. They went by bus and there weren’t any parents she knew. When we tried to find a bathroom to change in, they were all locked. She finally had to change in the locker room with all of her other teammates. This was beginning to break my heart.
There was nowhere to hide. When the other girls noticed that she was changing in there, everyone watched. She knew she would have to take off her underwear in front of all of them. Her speech slowed and became distant. Alexis took off her panties and everyone saw her vagina. She said all the girls laughed except one. I didn’t ask her why they laughed. I was sure that I knew. She said from that day forward, she hated her vagina. She thought no one would ever love it; no one would ever want to see it. She had a dirty nickname on the swim team. She didn’t want to say what it was. I wasn’t going to coax it out of her.
Alexis said the nickname went away after the team went to high school and she became one of the best swimmers on the team. The damage was already done. She looked so sad. I continued holding her hands and told her my story. I was a stutterer and it was bad for many years of my school life. Classmates tried to bully me but I never really cared. I didn’t let it effect on the outside me very much but the constant bullying made me anxious and depressed on the inside. She shook her head up and down as her eyes started watering, expressing that she knew how it felt. She asked when my stuttering went away. I said stuttering never goes away if it continues as an adult. I had gone to many years of schooling to get where I was today.
She looked confused. Where you are today, she asked. Yeah. I still stutter. No you don’t, she said. Yeah, I can just feel it better now. I know what to do before it happens. It was the best way I could describe the years of work in one sentence. She gave me a sad smile. She said she couldn’t do anything about her vagina.
I told her that I didn’t care what her vagina looked like. I knew it was beautiful because it was hers. I told her, right then, that I loved her. I loved her like I have loved no one else in the world. I cared for her more than anyone up to that point in my life. She hugged me deeply and said thank you. She pulled away and we looked into each other’s eyes for several minutes. She had such big, beautiful, bright eyes. I got up and started Pandora on my laptop. I created a station of the music she told me she liked while she was asleep. I set it to a reasonable volume and walked back. When I turned around, she asked me if I wanted to see it.
I smiled and gave no response. She knew the answer. Truthfully, I could have gone my entire life without seeing it in that moment. All I wanted to do for the rest of my life was love her. She pulled her panties to the side and I kept looking in her eyes. I walked closer and bent to kiss her. She let go of her panties and put her hand to my cheek. The other coursed through my freshly washed hair. I laid down beside her and started softly pinching her soft nipples. She laughed a little between kisses. Her nipples grew hard as I bit them between my teeth.
I ran my hand down her tummy and stopped for a second at her belly button. I circled it a few times. I moved farther to her panty line and rubbed her underwear over her pussy. She squirmed and stretched. She took a long breath and kissed me more. I ran my hands up and down her inner thighs. They were firm but the skin was so soft. I brought my hand back up her panties, to her belly button, and played with her nipples some more. By this time, she had her hand on my dick. She started massaging my balls.
I ran my hand back down the same way, but this time, I slid my fingers under the elastic of her panties. I felt the hair brush past my fingertips. I pushed my hand farther into her panties and played for a minute in her garden. The hair was soft but still had a hint of sharpness. She started going nuts. This must have been her sensitive spot for foreplay. She was squirming and really getting into it. Her hips started rhythmically pulsing up and down.
She put one hand on my arm and pushed it down. She was ready for me to touch her vagina. I felt privileged to be given such an opportunity. As I slid my hand over the crest as she pushed it along, I felt her soft, warm lips. They were noticeably warmer than everything else. Then I felt it. I felt her big, wet inner labia, but they were on the outside. Exactly as I thought; exactly as I dreamed.
Upon discovery of this miracle, I kissed her with everything I had. She later said that she would be content if that were the only kiss she had ever received in her lifetime. While kissing her, my finger found its way into the vestibule between her monstrous labia. Her wet labia were only wicking moisture from the inside. It was a swimming pool. It felt as if the juices were going to spill out when I folded the spa cover over on itself. I ran my finger around the inside of her vulval vestibule. My finger found the entrance to the vagina and peeked its head in. I was up to my second finger-knuckle at the entrance to the tight vaginal corridor. The labia were extremely slippery and wet around my fingers. There was no friction whatsoever.
I did not expect there to an intact hymen. I believed her wholly that she was a virgin. In fact, it felt as it were gone altogether. The caruncle was round and smooth. I slipped the tip of my finger in and out slowly. She asked what I was doing. I laughed. I told her I was putting my finger in her vagina. She said I already had it in her vagina. Oh, anatomy class, I said.
>>749449 I just copy pasted it into my search bar. Worked for me and others. Are they coming up private or not found? I have them unlisted, so anyone with link can access them.
I have a lot more already written. Almost until we go to sleep. I need to got to sleep right now so I don't pass out. It was a long night. Remember this date, or actually yesterday's date for the very end of the story.
I explained that the vagina was the actual cave or tunnel that led to the cervix. I put my finger deeper inside and curled the small knuckles. She gasped. I waited to see if she felt anything before I explained furhter. I’m lightly pressing on the area right where bladder opens into the urethra. It’s where the Granfenberg area usually resides, and it seems to for you, I said. I slowly drew my finger over it several more times. She grabbed and tugged the sheets and squeezed my dick hard. Her lip rose over her teeth and she let out a whine. I pulled off and asked if she was ok. She said she had never felt anything like that before. She wasn’t sure if she wanted more of it.
I removed my finger and talked about the vulval vestibule. This is where the vagina meets the vulva. The vulva is the entirety of what you can see from the outside. I moved my finger around and explained the names of all the parts. This is the urethra, where the pee comes out. This is the clitoral prepuce, we usually call it the hood of the clit. This is the clitoris. She screamed. I kept going. This is the mons pubis, the hairy part. This is… DO THAT AGAIN! These are the labia majoris, the outside lips, made of skin. These are the labia minoris, the lips between the big ones. Do it again! I put my finger on her hood and rubbed a little. She didn’t scream. She said do what you did last time, that’s not it!
I moved my finger down and the clit met me at the end of the hood. She rolled her head back and her chest rose. She took a deep breath in and tensed up. I asked her to relax. She let go of her tensed body and fell back to the couch. I hadn’t even moved my finger on her clit. It was just sitting there. I went back to her education and touched her perineal raphe and started saying something about it. I don’t care, she said. DO IT AGAIN! She was almost yelling now.
I ran my finger back through her vestibule to get it nice and wet. There was plenty of warm sauce down there to keep us going all night. I found the bottom of her hood and touched her clit softly. She opened her mouth and gasped for air. Her breaths were short and irregular. She had never felt this before. I had never felt this before. She was purely Alex in that moment. There was no bullshit, no swim team, no grandma. She wasn’t thinking about anything but us. I didn’t actually know if she could have been thinking of me in that moment, either. It was the state of true ecstasy. She slowly turned her head to me and somehow said, in broken words, ‘I love you’.
She had her eyes closed but it was as if I were staring into her soul. I said it back. I said it back again. I did love her. A few seconds later she grabbed my arm and pulled it away from pussy. She couldn’t take it directly on the clitoris any longer. It was far too sensitive. I was surprised she could take the direct stimulation for as long as she did. I moved my finger to the side and rubbed the side of her hood. She moaned softly. I started kissing whatever I could reach. At first I was watching her move and squirm but then I needed my lips on her. About a minute later, she had the rawest orgasm I had ever experienced. She started pulsing her hips up and down. She bent her knees and her feet slid under her butt. Her ass slowly rose off the bed. Her shoulders pushed deeper into the bed as the weight was forced onto them. She had her mouth open and her eyes partially shut. She said Oh My God, Fuck, fuck, fuuu and then went silent. She had the longest orgasm I had ever felt. I wasn’t watching her cum, I was feeling it. It was an amazing experience. She wasn’t breathing the whole time.
Her orgasm lasted about 30 seconds. After it was over, she dropped her ass back to the bed and pushed her legs back out. Her back fell back onto my arm and I tightened it around her torso. She spewed so many words from her mouth in my direction. The speech consisted of Oh my God, holy shit, I love you, fuck, and do it again. She repeated many of the phrases several times. I knew when to stop. I rested my finger calmly on the side of her clit. Even as she dropped from the heavens, my finger stayed there steadily. A few seconds after she began catching her breath, I spun my finger in a loose, light circle and she squealed and pushed my arm away. I Pulled my hand out of her panties and wrapped it around her. She was reeling in ecstasy. She was catching her breath just like that morning in the pool. She held my arm with one hand and ran her hand up and down my dick with the other.
She finally caught her breath and started laughing hysterically. She looked at me and laughed while she said What The Fuck Was That? That was the first orgasm of the rest of your life, I said. She slowed her laughing and said, really? Are you the one who’s going to give me the rest of them? I said I hoped so. I really did. I wanted nothing more in life but to spend it with her.
She asked if I trusted her again. I nodded my head. She took my head in her hands and asked me to lick her butthole. I said I would lick it after I licked up everything down stairs. She bit her lip and pushed my head below the blanket that now only partially covered her. I spread her legs and put my face right up to her pussy. I split her massive labia with my tongue and a stream of warm juices came running onto it. They ran across my tongue and into my mouth. I let it drain and then picked my head up. She was looking down at me and our eyes met. I kept my lips apart as if she could see the fluid in my mouth. I put my lips together and swallowed. She said ewwww! I opened my mouth and said it was the best drink I had ever tasted. It was so filling.
She stuck out her tongue and went ahhhhh! She acted like she was disgusted. Maybe she was. I asked her how my semen tasted when she swallowed it. She picked up the pillow beside her and whipped it at me. It hit my body hard. Her strong swimmer arms could really throw a pillow. She was still on her back I took her feet in my hands, lifted them, and pushed her legs back. Her knees rose and easily folded to her chest. Her asshole looked incredible. It was pink and without a single tint of brown. It was like a pink sun in a white sky. It called to me. I moved my head down and stuck my tongue out, flat. I gave her one long lick from bottom to top. Starting at almost the top of the crack, I slid my tongue over her butt hole, across the length of the perineum, past her vaginal opening, pushed it through her big soft labia, ran it across her hood, and finally parked it in the garden of soft hair. I rolled my tongue down and went backward. I did this several times.
Up and down. Up and down. I finally settled on her ass and licked it clean. It could have been covered in shit and I would have cleaned it for her. It was the best feeling my tongue had ever experienced. She lowered her legs from her chest and I kept licking what I could. Her butt rolled under her. She used both hands to pull my head from between her legs. I whimpered when she drug me up to her. I said I didn’t want to stop. She asked me to ask her that question she told me about in the shower. I asked her what it was.
She said she wanted to lick my butt after she shaved it. She thought it looked cute after she got rid of the hair and it would be an interesting experience. She said she remembered how passionately I talked about it a few nights before. She didn’t want to lick my ass before I got to lick hers. It was so sweet. She had kindly thought of my dreams and put them before her short term wantings. She told me to lay on my back. She didn’t ask me to do it. She didn’t ask if I trusted her. She was learning I would do whatever she wanted. I would follow her anywhere.
She licked my balls and started sucking on them. She saw I was watching her so she looked me in the eyes while she could. She lifted my legs and pushed them back. I was nowhere near as flexible as Alexis. I awkwardly held my legs up. She pushed them farther back so my butt cheeks would spread. She pointed her tongue and touched it to my asshole. It tickled. It tickled a lot. She flicked the point of her tongue over it and I tried to roll back and get away. She put her hands on my hips and brought me back. She put her tongue out flat and pressed it a little harder to my ass. This felt a lot better. It didn’t tickle. It felt nice. She pulled her head back and spit on her hand. Uh-oh.
She put her arm around my leg and started stroking my dick. Whew, shit. I thought she was going to put her finger in my butt. I would have let her, uncomfortably. She continued licking my ass and looked up once to spit on my dick. Her eyes looked beautiful. She continued stroking until I softly shot jizz everywhere. It came on quickly and wasn’t a great orgasm, but it was a new experience. Her tongue felt nice on my asshole. While it felt good, I knew it was the thought that counted. Knowing she was willing to lick my butt just to try it excited me for the future. Not the future of her and my ass, but the future for the two of us together. I would have preferred her ass in my face, anyway.
She picked her head up and gave my butt a final kiss. She looked at me while she slurped up some semen that had dripped onto her hand. She crawled up while biting her lip. I pulled her to me and kissed her. She pulled back and said that’s disgusting! My mouth was on your ass! I said so was mine... Her eyes quickly opened and she pushed back in to kiss me. We shared a nice, sloppy kiss for a minute.
She asked me in her politest way to do it again. She turned me with her strong shoulders and made my lie beside her. She took my hand and sucked on the fingers. She ran her tongue all around them just like when she blew me in the RV. Thank God we weren’t in that terrible RV tonight. She stuck out her tongue and pushed my hand to her crotch. I asked her shyly what she wanted me to do. Make me cum again. I pulled off her panties with my other hand. Make me cum, she said again. She repeated this as I got to work.
I played with her and found out what it was going to take to make her have a second orgasm. This time it was going to be difficult. I played with her as I laid back beside her. She was rubbing everywhere she could on my body while she was on her back. Rubbing the side of the hood wasn’t doing it for her. I tried giving direct clitoral stimulation, but it was too sensitive. I began to sit up and she sternly said where the fuck do you think you’re going? I saw the muscles in her shoulder and arm flex when she pushed me down.
I told her I wanted to eat her pussy. She released me. I thought my smooth tongue would lessen the sensitivity on her clitoris. It wasn’t working. I thought she was spent. I took a few minutes to lick the rest of her vulva, up and down, everywhere. I crawled back to her and asked if she trusted me completely. She told me not to ask again, just like I had told her. I laid beside her and put my arm under her neck. I started rubbing the side of her hood again, like what got her off the first time. After a few minutes of rubbing, sucking her nipples, and kissing her soft lips, she said it wasn’t going to work. I told her to think of the pool.
>>749498 Thanks for making my evening OP. I found this story a few days ago and now that I've caught up it's refreshing to see you still committed to continuing this story for us. I've barely ever replied to a 4chan thread too, ever since I found out about it some 4 years ago. Don't lose your motivation just because of a few negative comments, constructive or not. If anyone has come this far there's hardly any doubt they'll want to read the remaining 75%. See you some other time.
I haven't read or seen 50 shades of grey. I know it's about some rich fuck who bangs women in weird ways. Based on the little I have heard, he would be publicly shamed if this narcissist wasn't rich. Is that what it's about?
Why would this be popular? Do people like this stuff? I would also need to prove that I wrote this... ehh idk. I didn't start this to make money. I just wanted to share a story with some people who would read it. I thank you all for continuing to read this.
I just Control+A'd and deleted what I was going to post. I would destroy anyone who takes advantage of anyone I know in that position. These people have measurable conditions and being exploited. I hate that Hollywood makes these movies and spins Grey somehow in a positive light. Unless he dies. Does he die?
I just had the weirdest phone call. I had to call my insurance company to get my new member number. The guy talking to me was casually asking questions like we were friends. He asked me where I lived. I was like, um, and said my city name. He paused. I asked do you want the address? He said, yeah, the street. I was like ok. Then he asked what my insurance card said on it. I was like, umm, you want all of it?? And see said, just the numbers. Umm, it's covered in numbers.
It was probably deleted because I wasn't posting pictures with each post. I'm sorry, guys. You can find the content at the end of the unedited Pastebin under the highest number. There isn't anything new in there after what was edited.
I'm sorry about that, guys. No one was responding so it dropped off and was reviewed, probably. No pics in a board about pics got it clipped. I'm glad I wasn't banned for it.
I will have to make a new thread tonight. I don't have the time to do it right now at work.
I'm not sure if I've posted a full nude of Cassidy yet. Here she is. She's incredible but not as amazing as Alexis
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