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Crusade Gone Awry TaterChips 18/06/20(Wed)02:22 No. 25636 ID: 2d17a2 [Reply]

I think I posted this a long time ago and it dropped out, but I guess I'll post again since I wrote another chapter for fun.

Summary: Crusaders arrive in a foreign land haunted by a demon king...or so they think. Instead they find a desert full of monsters not hungry for flesh, but for sex. As they traverse the land of madness they find sex sorcerers, pigmen, men-luring cockatrices, alarunes that feed on sperm, hellhounds, centaurs, egg-laying insects, and even a lust demon. Will the crusaders be successful, or will they fall into debauchery like all the rest?

Tags (here we go): Rape, anthro, bestiality, drugs, slavery, magic, transformation (doll), creampies, rimming (male and female), anal fingering (male and female), anal, pegging, oral, impregnation, body control, underage (in appearance), insects, egg-laying, threesomes, foursomes, moresomes, trap (as in m/m surprise), lactation, death, blood, gore, toys, orgasm denial, maledom, femdom, and probably more that I can't think of at the moment.

ALSO: this story is VERY long. Prepare to read a lot if you want to follow it. I never write short things.

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Chapter 1

(This chapter contains: virgin, magic body control, sex with dolls, oral, handjob, creampie, and human doll transformation. You have been warned. BE SURE TO LEAVE A COMMENT.)

The first ship arrived at the port. It was a longship and as it rolled up to the pier a man jumped out. Like all the people on his boat, he was dressed in plate armor, decorated with a bright, flaming bird on the breast plate. He knelt down onto the wood and thanked the goddess for his safe trip. Many of the other men and women on the boat did the same as they stepped onto the pier. The first man, clearly the leader, scanned out across the ocean. He could see countless other longships, rowing rapidly towards him. Many of them would have to anchor around the port and walk over the boats, but they made it. The last human stronghold on the continent. The man turned towards the city. He thought he might have been seeing a mirage when he first got close, but he wasn't. The city was much larger than he thought it would be. There were buildings with ornate domes crammed into high walls that covered a semi-circle around the coast. There were thousands, perhaps tens of thousands living in this city. It certainly didn't look like a place on the verge of being annihilated. Instead it looked like a paradise, with palm trees, a beautiful coast and colorful domes on some of the larger structures. Moreover, the entire place looked intact and untouched. Still, it was not his place to question the High Priest of Vordan. He was on a mission from the goddess and he intended to fulfill it. He turned to the common soldiers in the boat.
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TaterChips 18/07/21(Sat)06:46 No. 25715 ID: 646271

>>25710

Well gear up bud, because next chapter is going to be FUCKING weird.


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TaterChips 18/07/23(Mon)08:54 No. 25721 ID: 6bb8bf

BE SURE TO LEAVE A COMMENT! THEY GIVE ME LIFE!

Chapter 5

(WARNING: This one is WEIRD. This chapter contains: mind control, dolls, creampies, impregnation, latex, toys, a detachable penis, body modification, piercings, gender-bender, transformation, anal, M/F/F, and uh...ejaculating with someone else's sperm. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.)

Just like Renard had fallen when he slept, he abruptly sat up awake. It was so sudden that Talia practically jumped out of her skin. For a few moments, the fox-man made a series of high-pitch chirping and whining noises. Then he opened his mouth and gave out a huge yawn. As he rubbed his eyes he turned to look at Talia.

“Oh? You still here?” he asked.

“What was that?” Talia asked, half-laughing.

“Fennec noises.” Renard replied flatly. “Sometimes my tribe makes them when we first wake up. Apparently real fennec foxes make ear-splitting noises like that too, though I've never seen one. Is it morning?”

“Yeah, just daybreak.”
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Anonymous 18/08/31(Fri)10:26 No. 25771 ID: 006dbb

>>25694
amazing




Much ado. (MF cons) Count Jean Pierre Michel de la Roquefort!5XbE4VjR8E 18/08/28(Tue)13:47 No. 25766 ID: aeb004 [Reply]

Verily I was laying in a supine position upon my bed with my hand firmly wrapped around my more than erect member.

I remember with some clarity that I was in fact enjoying one of my regular noonday erotic fantasies in the aforementioned position when, without so much as a by your leave, my maid of many years standing, and more than a few laying down, saw fit to enter my bedchamber and then my inner sanctum.

Upon spying each other from across the breadth of my royal quarters she did occasion to gasp in surprise at the vivid scene before her, whereupon without so much as a thought to apologise for her intrusion she immediately divested herself of her scanty uniform and proceeded to mount the very bed upon which I laid before crawling towards me as though she were a tiger stalking it's next prey.

Within a heartbeat our lips met with a fiery passion and a moment later as we separated I noticed with intense interest that she had taken up a new position atop my reclined body and had herself taken a firm hold of my now most painfully throbbing and stiffly erect member and was proceeding apace to lower her nubile form down onto it.

Soon enough the two of us were most thoroughly joined as one and were enjoying with much vigour the carnal pleasure that is the sexual act, and there we both stayed writhing and pawing against each others bare naked flesh until quite some time later when, with a great scream of obvious delight and much pleasure, that I dare say could be heard halfway across the estate, the young lady achieved a great and clearly soul shaking climax, the sight and sensation of which in turn immediately stimulated my own body to respond in kind, wherein I vigorously deposited my regal seed with a gush into her post-coitally flushed and enchantingly sweat soaked body.


The End.




The Surprise (MF oral) The Storyteller!5XbE4VjR8E 18/08/27(Mon)19:35 No. 25765 ID: aeb004 [Reply]

As the two lovers continued their fairly frantic kissing and petting on her bed James briefly felt something other than Sam's tongue slip into his mouth, something small, hard, and round that quickly dissolved with a mouthwateringly sweet cherry flavour, a sensation that was replaced a mere fraction of a second later by the increased urgency of Sam's lips pressing against his, which immediately pushed any thoughts of what had just happened far into the back of his mind.

Moments later he felt Sam's hands on his chest, he felt her tweaking and playing with his nipples which set off an amazing tingling warmth in his chest that slowly seemed to spread all over his body.

With a smile at the growing sexual glow that was beginning to eminate from James, and while continuing to massage his chest, Sam started to slide down his body, planting soft but urgent kisses all over his torso as she moved, until she sat up again between his legs.

Deftly her hands moved to the buttons on his jeans, the front of which was by now clearly straining under the pressure of the erection contained within, and slowly, almost teasingly, one by one the buttons popped open, gradually exposing him to her hungry gaze.

Sam then scooted further down and after quickly removing his jeans, she leaned forward, putting herself closer to his cock. After a moment of studying her lovers beautiful manhood, she knew she had to taste him and so she opened her mouth and let her tongue poke out to cover the oh so short distance between her and her lover.

The first touch of the tip of her tongue sent what felt like a bolt of electricity up and down James' spine, he knew on some vague level that he wasn't normally that super-sensitive down there, but this latest love-making session with Sam had already started out way more intensely than anything they'd previously shared in their time together, so he simply focused on savouring all the pleasurable sensations Sam's tongue was now happily providing.

Sam meanwhile continued to lick and suck on his cock, getting more and more aroused with the knowledge of what was to come as the moments went by, while James' hands, that had up to that point been stroking and playing with Sam's hair while she went down on him with increasing gusto, suddenly began to work their way back up and over his own body.

Another errant thought suddenly crossed his mind, as his own fingers began to play over his chest and tweak at his nipples just as Sam had been doing to him moments ago, that he'd never felt any real urge to do that before while he and Sam were making love together, and then, as his hands and fingers continued their exploration of his chest he looked down at Sam, whose head was still hungrily bobbing up and down, and he noticed that each time her head came up that she was glancing up at him, glancing at his hands and chest Message too long. Click here to view the full text.




Clarice (SS, slight Loli) S 11/07/05(Tue)09:48 No. 12846 ID: e59c31 [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]

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

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

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

Chapter 1, part 1

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

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

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

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Anonymous 17/05/29(Mon)07:48 No. 25042 ID: f3349e

>>25025
No idea. Sorry, mate.


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Andrew+Lewis 18/03/12(Mon)08:06 No. 25445 ID: 23ae83

This is one of my favorite pieces on this forum.


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Anonymous 18/08/17(Fri)20:22 No. 25747 ID: 5b24eb

is there a potential finish date yet?




The Umbrella Hitch (Mg, loli, voy, slow) AnonyMPC 16/07/18(Mon)18:37 No. 24459 ID: a609fb [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]

Sometimes people ask if I'm still writing. And I have been... I rarely stop, really, aside from occasional breaks, it just sometimes gets really slow.. And more annoyingly, I've just not been finishing a lot of stuff... some of what I get excited about writing peters out long before it's finished, leaving me with nothing postworthy. Frustrating, as you can imagine... it feels like a lot of writing for nothing, at least unless I get back to finish it one day. And maybe I will.

But at last, I finally have some stuff ready to go, save editing, and this is the first.

Before you ask, no, whatever ongoing project you were about to ask about is not one of the things I have waiting to post... it may well be somewhere in the mass of unfinished stuff piled up on my hard drive.

The Umbrella Hitch by AnonyMPC (Mg,loli, voy, slow)

Chapter One:

Sometimes I wonder if it was Fate after all, because so many events seemed to conspire to put me at that place and at that time, and if even one of them was different on that afternoon, I probably wouldn't have crossed paths with her.

First, there was that I got off work an hour early. One of my co-workers needed to pay for some emergency dental surgery, and most of us were letting him pick up an hour here or there from our shifts. I certainly didn't mind going a little early, although the weather made it complicated. That was the second thing. The best forecasts said it wasn't supposed to rain until the evening. Yet, just after 1pm, it started to drizzle. Ten minutes later, it was going hard. I'm talking torrential downpour. And it all happened just a few minutes before I started on my long walk home from work.

I didn't have my own car. Sometimes I was able to use my mother's, but usually she needed it, and that day I was out of luck. And there are buses, but not in a convenient straight line between my work and home. In order to get from one place to the other, I would have to make several transfers, waiting at each, often in the very weather I'd be trying to avoid. On the whole it took twice as long as just walking, which itself takes about half an hour. It was a pain in the ass and I kept telling myself to quit and try and get a more convenient job, but I didn't want it to reflect badly on my cousin, who recommended me.
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Anonymous 18/05/02(Wed)09:49 No. 25527 ID: 0116ee

>>25525
You and me both, lad.


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Anonymous 18/05/30(Wed)05:23 No. 25578 ID: f7d3f6

5/5 stars! The slow pacing allows the reader to get to know the characters, so that when their relationship turns sexual, it really means something. Very realistic characters and situations. It would be wonderful to see these characters reprised in an update of their future selves, to see how these experiences affected the course of their lives.


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Anonymous 18/08/14(Tue)14:08 No. 25742 ID: 2735dd

Any chance AnonyMPC will post an update?




The Blackout (MFF) SRO 18/07/17(Tue)00:20 No. 25701 ID: f7d3f6 [Reply]

Hey, this business of writing porn is kinda fun, especially when I actually get an idea for a story. I wish my NON-porn muse would hang out with me like this, I haven’t seen that bitch in years. I got the idea for this story from the title of a post on another sex story site, something like “I cucked myself”. I read that story and noted that it didn’t have anything to do with cuckolding. Apparently the verb “cuck” has expanded way beyond its original meaning, now including “to cause any embarrassing stumble or faux pas; to pwn”. Anyway, the title did give me the seed of an idea, and this story is the result.

So here is my first attempt at writing porn fantasy. Even though it’s told in the first person, this is totally a work of fiction and any resemblance to any persons or events, etc., etc.


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Anonymous 18/07/20(Fri)17:13 No. 25713 ID: bc6b7f

>>25712
Tagging a story based in its fucking content is basic fucking courtesy.


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SRO 18/07/20(Fri)17:33 No. 25714 ID: f7d3f6

>>25713

Yes, I can see that manners are important here. Actually, since yours has been the only comment on my piece, I guess I had better stick with my day job.


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odiscipline!!xlAmp4BJLj 18/08/11(Sat)13:47 No. 25740 ID: 3093c9

>>25714
I find myself conflicted. Tagging is a nice courtesy, both to the reader and to yourself - it tells your audience up front what kind of story you have in mind, and makes it more noticeable to that kind of audience.

On the other hand:

>>25713
Screw him. I checked the faqs and rules, tagging is not required here. If anyone gets offended by anything they read on here, it is their fault for continuing to read it. Outside of flatly illegal communications, no one is required to not write things that may offend other people.


I feel like a simple "tagging is good, more of the right people will read your work" would suffice in situations like this.




Molestr (Mg, oral, anal) AnonyMPC 15/10/16(Fri)19:00 No. 23912 ID: a609fb [Reply] [Last 50 posts]

Just a short piece I wrote quickly a few days ago. Went a little younger than I usually do, but mostly because one part of the idea demanded it. Probably not my best but sometimes you have to clear some ideas out when they're interfering with other ones.

Molestr (Mg, oral, anal)

Everyone knows that every new technology will be used for sex, if it possibly can be. Sometimes directly, sometimes as a means to acquire it, and when all else fails, it'll be used to make porn so people can have sex with themselves.

Everyone also knows that the first and most enthusiastic adopters of new technology are the young. They may rely on their parents to actually GET the technology, but if they can get their hands on it, kids'll use it like it was second nature. They call this generation digital natives, and it's pretty accurate... one of my nieces learned to read on a tablet, not a book.

Like everyone else, I knew both of those pieces of common wisdom about technology... what I didn't consider was the intersection point. At least, not until I got caught in between where those two universal truths collided, and my whole world changed forever.

I rarely went anywhere without my smartphone, like most people, but, a little more unusually, I almost never used it as a phone. Instead, I had four main uses for it. I used it to keep track of news, weather and traffic, I used it to play games to pass dead time, I used it to keep up to date on social media accounts, and, in the spirit of that first eternal rule, I sometimes I used it to attempt to get laid, although mostly I told myself I was searching for love.

Mostly, I was, but sometimes, I'd have been satisfied with sex. And I'm not going to lie. Neither goal ever worked that well for me. At all. But then, that wasn't the phone's fault, I just wasn't that good at the social interaction thing in general, much less hooking up with people.

I like to think that I look decent enough to attract a girl, and I can get first dates, but after that... it never quite works out. I've got a certain awkwardness that puts people off when they first meet me... most of my romances have been people from school or work who knew me for a while, but I was out of school and at work there were no suitable options left that weren't either in a relationship or somone I'd already tried and failed to make a connection. And random dates, whether set-up by friends and family or attempted on my own, just hadn't been working out... there's probably something to the idea that desperation was making the problem even worse. But I kept trying, intermittently, when the loneliness or horniness got too intense.
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Anonymous 18/06/27(Wed)07:20 No. 25666 ID: 83fb88

>>25665
then don’t look at it lol


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Anonymous 18/06/27(Wed)17:56 No. 25667 ID: 1e698b

>>25665

First of all, I don't know how you couldn't like the direction MPC4 went. It is still the greatest /elit/ and AnonyMPC story of all time (though iCity Tales #2 is close).

Secondly, you are in the vast minority here. I mean, it's his namesake for a reason. Most people are dying to read more.


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Anonymous 18/07/23(Mon)05:00 No. 25719 ID: 09ecbb

>>25667
I'm dying to read more. Anonympc plz. I don't read Game of Thrones, this is actually the most long-running fiction series I've ever followed.




Neon and eyeliner. IrishDevil !!plAwNkZmL5 18/02/22(Thu)07:13 No. 25393 ID: ef02bd [Reply]

Alright folks, this will be coming out in parts.


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My father Eamon had been IRA, during the troubles. He had met my mother Teagan defending a town from the INLA in the late 70s. She had, at the time, been only 16, while he had been 20. Her family had fed him and a few other fighters following a firefight. Her red hair, Da had said, was the brightest thing he'd seen, and her blue eyes "bore straight through his soul". That night she'd met him in secret and they made love for the first time.
They would later marry, and had me, their bouncing baby boy Ronan in the late 80s. My hair as black as Da's and my eyes a bright green. My mother had unfortunately developed a brain tumor when I was 8 and passed away shortly after it was discovered. Da was despondent for months afterward.
As a result of all of this, I grew up with a strong respect for and knowledge of firearms and Irish culture and history, as well as some knowledge of military and political workings. I also grew up valuing every day, knowing that it could be my last. I grew up listening to all kinds of music, and found myself especially enamoured with the gothic subgenres, and later the industrial genres in my teens. I wore business casual clothing and a deathhawk, and Nora, a girl I dated in high school had begun to get me wearing eyeliner. My father simply shook his head. He didn't care so long as I kept my grades up and stayed in shape. I hung around a few local clubs in my late teens and even DJed at one, briefly.
I ended up pursuing a career with the Defense forces, owing largely to my father's training, and worked my way into the Sciathán Fiannóglaigh an Airm(Army Ranger Wing), where I quickly became an accomplished sniper and travelled around the world a bit on some peacekeeping missions and joint task forces.

It was in Afghanistan that I met one of the most beautiful women I'd ever seen. I'd sat down at a table at one of the many bases after an astoundingly tough night op. I was sore and exhausted, having spent hours laying stock still with my rifle in hand followed by another hour of constantly providing cover fire and dodging haphazard return fire, switching positions to keep those fuckers guessing. It had ended with an RPG hitting a half-broken floor below me and collapsing supports...and then the floor I was crouching on at the time. While I hadn't broken anything I had taken a single bullet graze to the side of my then-bald head and my uniform, as a result of the collapse, was absolutely caked in desert dust and abdobe and a little bit of blood on the shoulder. I wanted a dram and a hot meal and sleep. I had at least been able to secure a bowl of soup. A woman with Canadian uniform had walked in, sat down across from me, and pushed a flask of Jameson's in my direction.
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SRO 18/06/12(Tue)06:50 No. 25601 ID: f7d3f6

I wonder how "accidental" that grab really was?

>>25598

>Believe it or not I used to want to be a science fiction writer or write films. Unfortunately my personality and politics make both places very hostile at this time.

Follow your dreams, IrishDevil. (Says the guy who's never submitted anything with his name on it for publication himself.) Seriously, Some of the greatest writers in history were incredibly opinionated and caustic personalities. Based on just what we've seen here, I'd read your scifi, politics be damned.


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Anonymous 18/06/26(Tue)07:08 No. 25664 ID: 9c8a5a

I hope this isn't dead.


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IrishDevil!!OyMTH0MzH5 18/07/11(Wed)08:33 No. 25695 ID: ec10a0

>>25664
it isn't. I've just been quite busy this summer. I'd like to post an update sometime in the next couple of weeks, but don't hold me to it.




Susie and the Bear Steven R. Overton 18/05/30(Wed)04:55 No. 25571 ID: f7d3f6 [Reply]

I’ve revised my previous forward, thinking it was a bit condescending and flippant. I’m used to other chans that don’t much respect author’s work, and I’m kind of protective of this particular piece, since it’s the true account of my and my sister’s life.

I can’t vouch for the accuracy of every word, since we’re talking a span of 60 years. I’ve colored in some of the fading black-and-white photos of my memories with what I’m sure is more witty repartee than we could have produced as children, and sharpened a few outlines here and there. But the experiences we went through are as vivid to me as if it was yesterday, and are portrayed exactly as they occurred. Believe it or not.

For those to whom it matters, I will be discussing sex between half siblings, beginning at about age 10 and 8 years and extending through adolescence and onward.


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Susie and the Bear (anal, analinguis) SRO 18/06/30(Sat)02:35 No. 25673 ID: f7d3f6

In our later teens, we explored all our erogenous zones, and we found that Susan’s back was especially sensitive. I loved to relax her with a long, firm massage, then start kissing her neck and shoulders very lightly, working my way slowly down her spine and laterals, making her moan and tremble with pleasure. This always made her very wet, and frantic to cum. My favorite technique in this position was to lie on my belly between her legs, grip her thighs from below, raise her pelvis to my face and feast on the warm juice pouring out of her. Then when she was totally beside herself with anticipation, I’d reach my tongue down to her clit and rub it very lightly until her entire body spasmed.

One hot September afternoon, we got home all sweaty from school and took a cool shower together. Then, with a couple of hours before our parents came home, we lay under the fan in our bedroom and started to fool around. I started kissing her back as we had been doing, and then when I got down between her legs, instead of slurping her pussy as before, I put my face between her butt cheeks and kissed her little brown pucker.

“OOOOOHHHH!” she moaned, and so I kept it up. I brushed my lips over it a few times, making her squirm, then opened my mouth and sucked very gently. She really reacted to that! Getting into it, I licked all around her brown spot, then lightly French kissed it, putting my whole mouth to work. I gripped her thighs to hold her still while I did this, because she was starting to buck like a bronco. Fresh out of the shower, it had no taste at all. But I couldn’t stop there, I started to poke the tip of my tongue into her hole. She moaned louder, and I threatened to stop if she alerted the neighbors. I pushed in more, while holding her butt cheeks apart with my thumbs, my lips firmly planted around her tight little opening.

“OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD!!!” she repeated.

I kept going, until my face was planted fully between her cheeks, my tongue was all the way up inside her and I couldn’t breathe any more. She was out of her mind with ecstasy. I lifted my face a little to take a breath through my nose, then charged back in. I started to roll my tongue around inside her in lazy circles, tugging her soft inner flesh with it. I was surprised that even here I sensed no taste or smell. I ran my hands over her back lightly, and she raised herself up a little, inviting me to reach under her and grope her boobs, which I did. I cupped each one and felt the hard little nipples against my palms.

She settled back down to the bed, trapping my hands under her, and I kept working her butthole with my tongue. I opened and closed my lips over the area, like I usually did on her front parts, and sucked on it while I dove my tongue in and out of her. I also gently squeezed and kneaded her boobs while I did this. To both our surprise, she suddenly came with the f Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Susie and the Bear "oil night" SRO 18/06/30(Sat)02:41 No. 25674 ID: f7d3f6

My adventurous sister introduced us to yet another awesome activity on the Valentine’s weekend after her 16th birthday. Our (dear, trusting) parents left town for a romantic holiday of their own, leaving us to our own devices. Which we took full advantage of. Saturday night, Susan kicked me out of the bedroom while she made secret preparations. I bided my time until she indicated I could come in. I was truly impressed.

Candles surrounded the darkened room, a single incense stick burning in a glass, and very faint Eastern music playing on our portable reel-to-reel. But what really had my attention was that the bed was covered with a black plastic sheet.

“Whoa!” I faltered, “Are we doing a voodoo sacrifice or something?”

“Be still, vassal,” she commanded, grinning, “lie on the altar like a good offering to the gods of love.”

We were both undressed already. I lay on the bed, the plastic crinkling under me, a bit uncomfortable on my skin. Susan went to the side of the room where a pot was sitting on a hot plate, set to “warm”. She dipped her fingers in the pot, testing the temperature, and deciding it was right, she scooped a cupful out and brought it over to the bed.

“What’s this?” I asked curiously.

“Shhhh…,” she shushed, “turn over.”

I obediently rolled onto my stomach and rested my head on my forearms. She pulled my arms out and down to my sides, and placed a small towel under my head. Then I felt something warm and wet on my back. She started to rub the substance into my skin, and then to firmly work my shoulders and torso. I quickly realized it was cooking oil, and she was giving me a nice hot oil massage.
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Susie and the Bear "the GYN exam" SRO 18/06/30(Sat)02:57 No. 25675 ID: f7d3f6

College educations at state universities were a lot better funded by the taxpayers in those days than they are now, but they still weren’t free, and our folks weren’t rich. I took a lot of part-time jobs to help with the expenses. One was as the night janitor in a three-story medical office building. It wasn’t glamorous but it paid well enough, and in my four years in the Navy I’d done a lot harder and more humble things.

Anyway, Susan objected to my not being able to be home for two hours, five nights a week, so she started accompanying me to help get the job done faster. I did appreciate it, because I also needed to study long hours, and I enjoyed her company, whatever we were doing. She did the vacuuming while I cleaned toilets and ash trays and dumped the trash. (Hard to realize they allowed smoking in doctor’s office waiting rooms in those days.)

The second floor of the building was an OB-GYN office. We were doing our regular routine one night, and I was cleaning one of the examining rooms when an idea crossed my horny young mind. I called Susan from the other room, and I told her to get up on the table.

“HAHA, you pervert!”, she laughed, but without hesitation she shucked her pants and hopped up, placing her feet in the stirrups. I found the controls and lowered the table to just the right height, and gave her a very thorough exam with my lips and tongue. After she gasped out an excruciating orgasm, I dropped my own pants and gave her a good hard fucking in the standing position. She was able to cum again before I blasted mine into her womb.

She allowed that this was awesome and we needed to get our own table like this some day, but once the novelty had worn off, I felt it was kind of too clinical and we didn’t even do it again in that medical office. It was a good thing that they didn’t have 24-hour security cameras everywhere in those days.

And yes, we did change the paper on the table before we left.




Milking time odiscipline!!xlAmp4BJLj 18/03/18(Sun)20:22 No. 25458 ID: 3093c9 [Reply]

Hi all. Perverted writer here. Going to give this a try, as asstr seems to be permanently closed to new users, and most other sites will not take some of the subject matter I write about.

I hope you enjoy this story of mine and the ones that follow.

It was time to joipee. Claudius could feel his wee wee getting stiff – it always got stiff around this time, when mistress would come to help the young male slaves joipee.

They needed the help, because their hands were always chained behind them, so they couldn’t go joipee by themselves, and unlike regular peeing, they needed to be able to touch their wee wee’s to make it happen.

When mistress opened the gate, Claudius and the other young male slaves scrambled up to her on their knees, their pee pee’s raised in stiff tribute. Mistress beamed at them, and patted them each on the head in turn. Like dogs, they rolled onto their backs, legs spread, pee pee’s up.

Claudius hoped that mistress would pick him to joipee first. Hearing the moans and grunts of the other little males as she joipeed them made him anxious and frustrated, and he could hardly keep still from the anticipation.

To his dismay, she picked one of the smaller boys first. The boy scooted onto her lap, and spread his legs extra wide so she could fondle him easily.

She kissed the boy, not on his cheeks or face, but by slipping her tongue into his mouth. Claudius enjoyed it when she did this to him, and he enjoyed the sound it made when she did it to others. The boy was enjoying it too. Then she took his wee wee into her mouth, and sucked on it for about a minute. The boy’s eyes were clenched shut, as though he were in terrible pain, but he knew that in fact, he was feeling wonderful. He was about to joipee – his pee pee and balls feeling like it was full of hot pee, so anxious and ready to burst.
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Anonymous 18/06/25(Mon)07:35 No. 25660 ID: e08c08

Fuck that was hot thank you!




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