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iCity Tales by AnonyMPC (various tags, cyberpunk, violence) AnonyMPC 14/07/30(Wed)22:09 No. 22139 ID: a609fb [Reply] [Last 50 posts]

Hi, I'm AnonyMPC. You might remember me from such stories as "My Private Camwhore," "Relatively Powered", and "Yet Another Thing That Isn't The Next My Private Camwhore."

Well, after a long time where I was working on various stories and making very slow progress, I got hit with an idea that caught my imagination on fire. It started with the artist NeckRomancer on HF, who drew a few pieces inspired my stories, and we got to talking. An offhanded comment by me made him suggest a story idea, a SF one that had a sort of cyberpunk vibe. It was a good idea, and I'm actually a fan of old-school cyberpunk and all it's tropes, but I didn't want to tackle it. I was too busy, and too far behind, with other stuff. But it reminded me of another idea I had (based on an idea granted to me by a fellow named kludo I met in an artist's stream), also set in a cyberpunk world. And I began to toss around the idea of a set of stories set in the same city, and came up with a few ideas, and NeckRomancer suggested a couple more, and finally, I realized I was enjoying the process more than I had writing in a while, and what's more, I had 5 stories that I thought fit together pretty well, I knew exactly where they began and ended and how they fit together. They could be short, I told myself, maybe one sex scene each, so it wouldn't be too much of a distraction from my other projects. And I started writing the first, getting more work done in one day than I had in all the other stories I was working on combined in the past week, and I had that glorious feeling I hadn't had in a long time where my mind was racing with things to write even while I was asleep.

So I figured I had to stick with it, even if it meant everything else getting delayed, again, for overall output, the best strategy is sticking with the stuff I'm excited with most.
I finished the first story, and am started on the second. I'm not going to officially post it to my site (http://www.asstr.org/~AnonyMPC/ if you've forgotten), or my HF page, until all five are done and cross-checked. But, because I have a history with this site, I thought I'd post them one-by-one here and here only. You can, hopefully, be my beta-test, so I can catch any major issues. This also means it'll be slightly less edited than they usually are, and I plan to tighten it up.

A few notes of things I'm especially looking for, or need to say up front:
Classic cyberpunk, which I'm a fan of, doesn't really mesh perfectly with computers and the Internet as it exists today. So I've done a bit of a bastard fusion and used some handwaving of vague historical events that have altered how things work. I'm certainly willing to hear if you think anything doesn't make sense on that level (networks don&# Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Anonymous 18/01/20(Sat)05:45 No. 25305 ID: 4b5709

>>25304

That post is from 2015. They're probably gone now. They were shitty anyway.


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Bkil 18/04/02(Mon)00:31 No. 25495 ID: 810dc4

>>25304
Here is one of the Magic Marker pictures http://pureloli.biz/wp-content/uploads/2018/03/19-2.jpg


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Anonymous 18/05/04(Fri)07:16 No. 25529 ID: d5f010

>>25495
https://www.pixiv.net/member_illust.php?id=12085802

they are still on her page




My Little Robin (loli) spiderfiend!ozOtJW9BFA 14/11/20(Thu)07:17 No. 22831 ID: d09574 [Reply]

The book was old. It was bound in a now faded leather that hinted at the color black. It had several tears that had been stitched shut, some with professional precession and some were rough and untrained. The wear and tear the tomb exhibited could not even begin to tell the tale that lay inside it's pages. If it were to be opened one would find the paper musty,stiff, and yellowed with age. Some of the pages seem to have been torn out leaving only short ragged stubs to testify for their existence. Inside the worn cover of the old book was a short paragraph of small tightly written script pinned in black ink that had long since faded to blue, it read.

“ To my Robin, my daughter, my wife, my lover. You are what kept me going all these years. Yours forever Edward.”

May 19, 1954
I have not been this excited since I was a child on Christmas morning. My name is Edward Blanton, I am twenty nine years old, and I am a ornithologist. That is a bird scientist. I follow birds, watch birds, I love birds, birds are my passion. I will record all of my findings in this journal for posterity, but first I need to explain the adventure I am currently on.

You see there is a little known rare species of bird called the Blue Pope. It is a small bird close cousin to the finch but has a interesting blue coloration that makes it unique. It nests in southern Mexico during the winter months, but no one knows where they go for the summer. The Blue Pope has one other strange quality about it that makes it special. In the small southern town where the birds nest for half the year, it is the only place in Mexico where you can find Pope Berries. The berries are not native to the area and they seem to only begin sprouting when the birds appear every season. This has lead me to believe that the two are tied together somehow.

So no one knows where these strange little birds go for the summer, no one except me. I found out where they have been hiding, on my grandfathers land in Montana. I found this out several months ago when I was going through some of my grandfathers old books and found a sprig of Pope Berries pressed between the pages of one large tomb. When I asked my mother about it she told me it was from the cabin her father owned in the mountains, and that these plants grew wild there. It is a chunk of land closed off in a hidden valley that you had to have a plane to get to. Unless you were willing to hike the two days it took to get to the old cabin and that was a long trip over rough ground.

So here I am on a train to Montanan with my last seventy five bucks in my pocket. I hope that my guess is correct and I find my little birds there.

May 21, 1954
I have walked for the last two days and have finally reached the edge of the valley. I am sitting on the rim of what I can only assume is a old volcano bowl. There is a sizable lake at the very bottom of the crater that I was t Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Anonymous 18/04/14(Sat)06:05 No. 25509 ID: ec175d

I can't find the words to express how amazing this story is. So I will just say "this is fucking great! "


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Anonymous 18/04/19(Thu)19:07 No. 25513 ID: c001b8

spiderfiend. I read this when you first posted it and loved the style in which you wrote it. I don't know why, but didn't comment at the time as I should have done, so I hope this doesn't come too late and that you still view this occasionally. Excellent story and I would love to see more from you, as I'm sure others would too. If there is anyone else out there who enjoyed this take less than 5 minutes to let the author know. Thanks again


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Anonymous 18/04/21(Sat)04:24 No. 25516 ID: 7232f7

this is an amazing story. truly, i mean it




Two Become One grotto 14/03/03(Mon)10:20 No. 21280 ID: 28d1dc [Reply] [Last 50 posts]

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

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

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

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

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


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Izu 18/01/14(Sun)12:09 No. 25294 ID: 7d941a

>>25279
I said I'd be adding into ADDventure but never really got to it. I find it pretty confusing, having no proper UI and all.

And I deleted my chapter 9, could use a rewrite on it, found it too cringy for myself.


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Crushermach3 18/01/15(Mon)00:35 No. 25295 ID: d44b90

>>25294
>I find it pretty confusing, having no proper UI and all
wut?

You just click a blank option you want to use, click accept, and paste in your episode. Then all you gotta do is check some boxes and write in some other things (episode title, continuation options, etc).

Anyways, grotto's incomplete chapter 7 isn't added yet. We'll have to wait until that's finished before anyone can do anything involving those events.


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Anon 18/04/12(Thu)22:55 No. 25505 ID: eb7e5d

Where can I find more second skin fetish stuff like this




Anonymous 18/04/06(Fri)19:30 No. 25500 ID: 138b4e [Reply]

Pretty sure you're looking for "Loving Yvonne" by Jokermon. It's floated around but is currently on Literorica.

https://www.literotica.com/s/loving-yvonne

I could've sworn there was a version where they wins up having a daughter with a similiar predicament, but that may have been another story entirely.




Initiation odiscipline!!xlAmp4BJLj 18/04/01(Sun)04:49 No. 25491 ID: 3093c9 [Reply]

This story contains the following:

MF, FF, MFF, rape, piss, (implied) scat, blood, (implied) torture


It had been 90 days and nights passed since Tai’s first moonblood, and the little oriental slave had had two more since. Lord Edward and Lady Sylvia were very eager for the coming night: it was the night that they could take her into their bed for breeding. As a slave girl, there were limits as to how Tai could be used, set down by tradition and practicality, that Edward and Sylvia generally obeyed: as soon as she was able to walk, she was diddled, and taught to lap Sylvia’s pussy like a kitten. Later on, when she was in her 6th or 7th summer, she was taught to fellate by Edward, and even though she could barely fit the tip of his penis in her tiny mouth, he managed to teach her how to swallow his thick load without gagging. She was an eager student, and took to the lessons gladly, using her newfound knowledge to suck the little boy slaves to orgasm after orgasm when she was penned beside them.

She was a sex object, but she had never been truly bred as a whore. Tradition forbade the masters of the manor from taking her as a true mount until the 7th night from her 3rd moonblood. How they ached to take the slim, sinewy, fallow, coconut cream colored oriental girl to her bed, to spitroast her between their aching genitals, as they copulated like animals, filling her with their lust juices, and bringing her to orgasm after eye rolling orgasm. The entire week leading up to this night, they had taken every opportunity to molest and violate Tai, without actually bringing her to climax. With her hands bound behind her, and with no objects to relieve herself on in the bedroom pen where she was kept, she could only suffer the molestations, her thighs glistening with the juices of her sex, as she was kept in a constant state of arousal.

Even though there was no tradition compelling them to do so, the lord and lady of the house also refrained from satisfying themselves in the week leading up to their slaves defloration, so as to take special pleasure in the occasion when it finally arrived. This was especially hard for them, as given their standing, they were particularly accustomed to relieving their sexual urges at will, with any slave who happened to be handy. So throughout the week, the master and mistress were in a constantly visible state of arousal, mistress’s milk white thighs shiny with the juices of her constantly leaking sex, and master’s trousers showing a conspicuous bulge throughout the day.

On this, the 98th day, they had a feast, both to celebrate the taking of Tai’s maidenhead, and to sustain them: once the sun went down, the mating would continue to their absolute exhaustion. It was not unknown for such couplings to last a week without anyone emerging from the bedchamber for food. The young slave was fed at the table with master and mistress, and ate the same Message too long. Click here to view the full text.




The Three Amigos Skibby 15/03/17(Tue)01:37 No. 23383 ID: ebd7e7 [Reply]

The first time I tried it was on a bet. All of my neighborhood friends and me, which amounted to three of us in total, wagered over which one of us would end up with the least phone numbers after our first school dance of 9th grade. Second place would get to watch while third place took an X-Change pill and the winner fucked her.

This wasn't normal for boys to do, of course, but we were little perverts. We had grown up together and spied on eachother's sisters and had been bragging about getting pussy since before any of us were old enough to have gotten any.

We had been discussing Lauren Holdy's tits/ass while swimming at my house and were in a heated debate over which part of her was the best. Her boyrfriend was a senior on the Varsity football team and he had sent all of the naked pictures she texted him to his friends. One of his friends worked as a trainer for some of the junior varsity guys, and ended up sending a mass text containing all of the pictures to half of the junior varsity team.

This is how Marcus ended up getting them being a JV lineman and, in the hopes that someday we would reciprocate if we got classmates' naked pictures, he emailed them to us after saving them and we often found ourselves discussing her whenever nobody else was around.

Lauren had been one of our classmates since Kindergarten. We all knew her because everybody knew her. She was the girl whose mom was in charge of all of the school events. She was a member of the school board and made sure that Lauren was involved in all of the clubs and councils she possibly could be. This made Lauren a responsible girl who then blossomed into a tall and blonde freshman cheerleader.

She wouldn't date any boys throughout middle school because her council duties kept her busy and because her mom would have had him castrated. When she began cheer, she began talking to talk to Darren Applewhite, a senior, and to everyone's surprise they began to date. When Darren's little presents from her reached us, we found ourselves divided on which part of hers was the sexiest. Looking at her athletic, well-developed form and imagining that suave ogre fucking her often kept me up at night.

Keif liked her legs the best, and admittedly they were wonderful. Even with the sloppy mirror photography, her skin was a light brown and she was one of the tallest girls in our grade, which made her toned thighs ooze sex. Marcus told him it was funny he liked her legs so much, since she was about two inches taller than Keif was. Keif stood a very average 5'6 and Lauren looked like some Norse goddess next to him, standing at a strapping 5'7.

Marcus liked her ass the best, and I told him that being into her ass seemed normal enough since he was a nigger. I launched into a Jim Crow impersonation talking about the few stereotypical black people habits Marcus had. He l Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Anonymous 16/07/18(Mon)12:15 No. 24458 ID: e935d4

any updates coming for this or dead?


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Anonymous 18/03/19(Mon)14:16 No. 25463 ID: f6cfe8

nice


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Anonymous 18/03/19(Mon)14:16 No. 25464 ID: f6cfe8

nice




AnonyMPC's Phil Phantom Tributes (usually Mg+, lots of inc, extreme) AnonyMPC 16/08/04(Thu)01:19 No. 24543 ID: a609fb [Reply]

Since these are usually shorter and with less of an audience than my regular works, and threads on this board last long periods of time, from now on rather than posting them in individual threads, I'll post all my Phil Phantom Tributes in this thread, sort of like Nicholas Fellheimer's thread.

For my past tributes, or for my other work in general, you can always check out http://www.asstr.org/~AnonyMPC/

PP tributes are my attempt to honor the style of a bygone and extremely prolific author of smut fiction, and also play with plots and themes that I don't think can support and in-depth character examination. They're usually quick, vulgar, unrealistic, and, I hope, fun for some of you.

Next post I'll start with the most recent one.


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Could Be Worse, conclusion AnonyMPC 18/03/18(Sun)21:46 No. 25459 ID: a609fb

"What money?" The only money they should owe is a thousand, but only if Cheryl failed to take a dog cock, and Anna had already been visualizing how to make that happen. Maybe another thousand if Polly let herself get fucked by someone other than the judge who paid for her. But they didn't owe that money yet.

"Oh, right. Ummm... remember, you promised you wouldn't be mad? See... one of the first parts of the auction? They sold off the video rights for each girl from the 9-Holes, to be destroyed or spread around as the owner saw fit. I didn't even know they were filming, and, like, I thought maybe if I bought them myself and asked for them to be destroyed you'd never know all the stuff I did. I had no idea you'd all be so cool about it. Anyway, I pledged ten thousand dollars. But we have until next year to pay, so, it's only $833 and thirty three cents a month." Polly wasn't quite as down on math as her sister, apparently. "I'm sure it's not that much if you think of it like that."

"Polly! What were you thinking?" Anna shouted, but then remembered her promise and forced herself to calm down. "We can't afford another eight hundred a month... especially on top of paying for another child!" Even with her promise, she couldn't help being mad, but was surprised at how mild the anger it was, more at the money than the bad decision. And she wasn't even sure she should be angry about the money. After all, she still planned on turning the cops onto this sick scam. At least, she was 75% sure she was going to. Things had changed, a little... not just her perverted fantasies coming true... okay, sure, that was part of it, but there was a practical concern too. If a judge running for congress was involved in this mess, who knew who else the perverts had in their pocket? Maybe people who could make any accusation go very bad for the accusers. Crooked cops who could make snitches go away, for good. She'd seen plenty of cops on the take when she worked at the Swamp, so they could be involved. Still she was 50% sure she was going to turn them in tomorrow. Though, if you're only 50-50 on something, it seemed to her that the best idea was to wait a little and see if she got less sure or more sure after letting the Judge into their home for a few days... probably less sure, but who could be sure, with that much money on the line? Though, in truth, even owing that much money to perverts... it did provide a good excuse to do things she normally wouldn't.

Her daughter cringed at her initial burst of anger but afterwards only seemed a little sorry. "Yeah I probably should have thought through selling knock-me-up rights more. But I really wanted to win that phone and I was still a little short. If it helps, you don't have to pay me an allowance."

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Anonymous 18/03/18(Sun)22:20 No. 25460 ID: 81f332

hi... got any [shifts eyes left and right]
molestr?


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Anonymous 18/03/18(Sun)22:47 No. 25461 ID: f8bc57

>>25460
Give him the time to edit the story




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 17/05/08(Mon)09:34 No. 25025 ID: d758ef

>>25018
I was referring more to the other stories everyone posted.


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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.




The Creeper (Loli) Anonymous 13/12/27(Fri)00:33 No. 20531 ID: a2f9ff [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]

So, where to start?

Name’s Ed. Edward to my parents. Ed to everyone who doesn’t treat me like a four-year-old piece of shit. My story isn’t particularly a normal one, although I guess if it was, it wouldn’t be much of a story. But I guess you’re wondering what the super, awesomely amazing thing that I have taken the time out of my day to tell is. Well, it kind of is amazing, but all good things come to an end. But, I’ll get to that later. Don’t want to ruin the story before it’s even started, do I?

The Creeper. Quite an apt name to describe myself, to be perfectly honest, even if it does contain a bold resemblance to the giant green penises within that god-awful game called Minecraft. Ahem, anyway, the name is kind of related to my story. Or completely related, I guess. You see, throughout my life, I’ve been a bit of a creep. Not in a complete beta-fag, following girls around with pit stains and braces, trailing them until they recognise my existence kind of way. In fact, to be completely honest with you, I’ve never been bad with girls. I mean, I lost my virginity at 13, so I guess that’s not too bad of an achievement, eh? Anyway, enough bragging. The reason for the name is sort of derived from my ahh… hobbies. Ever since I got my first phone (or at least, phone with the nifty little camera on it), I’ve been a fan of taking creep shots. Y’know, sneaking dirty pics of people in public without their knowledge or consent, to then take back to my home and have a glorious fap to. Weird, but nothing too abnormal to create a story about, right? Wrong.

Taking creep shots is generally looked down upon, but to some people it’s a good thing. It helps other people to get their dick hard, so it’s really a good thing. Although, the sort of creep shots I take probably shouldn’t be shared with anyone. Ever. But I’m fine with that. I’m generally quite a selfish person anyway. But I can hear your voices screaming at me to tell you the mystery shots that I could possibly take. I assume a lot of you have guessed this already anyway, but I’ll comply nonetheless. They are girls. Little girls. Lolis. Whatever you want to calm them. I would hover around parks and wait for these girls in short skirts to reveal their cute little butts after swinging around on the monkey bars. Oh the panties. They were perhaps the biggest turn on for me. Pink was best. The girlier the better. And there I’d be, with my phone out, sneaking every shot possible. Then I would travel home just awaiting that amazing fap.

Anyway, you know the name, but not the game. So, I’ll tell you my story. I guess the best place to start would be when I was 13. At this point, I wasn’t even remotely close to being interested in little girls. I was simply interested in any girl my own age, much like any other guy. Ironically, it was the involvement with a girl my own age that actually got me into girls much younger Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Anonymous 17/05/31(Wed)23:23 No. 25048 ID: b549fc

More 'fan fiction'...so don't blame the OP for this...

Chapter 20: Jumprope, Reimagined

The girls were clearly ready for some 'Ed time' the following week, and Sara seemed to like pushing bathtime as early as she could. She requested 'help' again, so I went with her while Ellie went to work with my phone.

Sara campaigned for company in the bath tub, but as I told her sister, it would not go well if her mother returned early and found us both wet. But the girls had apparently already cooked up a strategy for handling that eventuality: Ellie would manage the door chain, distract her mother for a bit, and I would only be wet from the waist down, so I could quickly get dry and get dressed. Long story short: I was talked into it.

I was well aware that her request was most likely just an excuse to study me in all my naked glory, but I played along. I sat at the back of the tub, and Sara sat in the middle, facing me. I had to remind her not to splash, or even move too suddenly; I was determined to stay as dry as possible, just in case. All knowledge of how to bathe herself seemed to have mysteriously drained out of her brain, so the task fell to me. I soaped up the thin flannel washcloth and washed her face, arms and torso while she sat. She rinsed, and then turned round to a kneeling position, jutting her cute little butt back ever so slightly toward me.

More soap on the flannel, and then one thigh got a thorough scrubbing, especially the inner portion. Sara dipped down into the water, then demanded "Again!" Three passes later, she was ready for the other leg. After a similar treatment, she waggled her butt, which got soaped next, and then my hand dipped between her legs. Her favorite spot demanded attention for several minutes, by which time Mr. Stiffy was standing at attention, too.

Sara finally turned around toward me, and announced, "Now I'll wash you." There was no doubt as to what her target was. Without bothering with soap, she wrapped the washcloth around my cock and slid her hand up and down it. Her other hand gave it a go as well, without bothering with the washcloth, and her next experiment laced her fingers together and applied a two-handed stroke up and down.

"Ed?" Sara questioned, after a few minutes of exploration. "I wanna do what we did to you last week." I gave a little questioning grunt; after all, there was a LOT that they did last week. "You know, in-terror-gate you," she clarified boldly, if somewhat badly. Without really waiting for permission, she turned around again and sat in my lap, maneuvering my cock between her legs and then clamping her thighs tightly around it. She tensed her muscles to generate a little friction, but even when I slipped my hand between her thighs and pressed my cock more solidly against her pussy, it was Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Anonymous 17/05/31(Wed)23:24 No. 25049 ID: b549fc

More 'fan fiction'...so don't blame the OP for this...

Chapter 21: Fashion Designer

On my next visit, both girls were excited to show me their new secret treasures. The past weekend, their mother had done some pruning of all the clothes closets and drawers, creating a donation pile, adding some pieces to their rag collection, and disposing of the rest. The girls had retrieved most of what had gone into the bin, some things from the rag bag, and even some select items that were slated for donation. But this evening, they just wanted help with a pair of denim cutoffs.

These had started life as Ellie's jeans, and turned into shorts when her growth spurt made the legs obviously too short. They were well-loved and well-worn, so much so that they didn't even qualify as hand-me-downs and had been tossed. Ellie had attempted to prune them into a style she had seen on the internet, but was stymied as soon as her scissors came to one of the heavy 4-ply seams, which were more than a match for her tiny hands. So now it was up to me to sculpt them, as per her vision.

The shorts and even the scraps would have to go home with me, since what she had in mind was entirely inappropriate for a girl her age. Ellie wanted them high-cut on the sides, leaving about half the front pockets exposed, and barely half of her ass cheeks covered. She wanted the gusset to be little more than the center seam itself, but I talked her into leaving about an inch and a half, promising that I would unravel the threads at the margins, turning it into white fringe. She was familiar with that style, and liked the idea, though she was disappointed that the transformation would necessarily take time. But in short order she had some seriously immodest booty shorts that I was certain would be featured in her upcoming video production.

Soon after Ellie thundered up the stairs with my phone, Sara came down for a visit. I was stretched out almost prone on the big sofa, but rather than taking her normal place at the opposite end, she sat nearby on the coffee table. She was wearing a shiny satin-y red skirt, which if I am any judge was probably part of a Supergirl Halloween costume. The tiny skirt covered very little, but just to be sure, Sara cocked one knee up and planted her foot on the couch cushion, simultaneously letting her other thigh drift wide.

What she had on underneath was eye-catching, to say the least. The gauzy white fabric didn't cover much in the first place, and her stance improved the lighting so that the details along the valley between her bulging peach halves were very much on display. I found out later that this was one of their mother's discards: a thong that had been so low-cut that it looked natural on Sara's small frame. The thin but oversized waist had been modified by the simple expedient of tripling the fabric at the sides, and stapli Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Andrew+Lewis 18/03/10(Sat)09:44 No. 25443 ID: 23ae83

Bump to encourage the fan fiction




Magic Marker Book Two: Indelible mg, Mg, mc, fg, bond, inc, Mdom, humil, + AnonyMPC 18/02/10(Sat)02:43 No. 25351 ID: a609fb [Reply]

This is a continuation of my Magic Marker story. You can read Book One at http://www.asstr.org/~AnonyMPC/Magic_Marker_Book_One.html

The "Previously On, Magic Marker" version:

Twelve-year-old Susan found a magic marker on her way home from the swimming pool with her older brother Keith. As a joke, he wrote "smelly feet" on her, and she noticed her feet actually did smell... a smell which stopped when the mark wore off. This convinced her the marker really was magic, that everything written on someone with the marker became true... from "smelly feet", to the word "jerk" she wrote on her brother, to "super horny" which he wrote on her as a joke once he became a jerk. More marks followed, growing steadily more sexual, culimating in Keith turning Susan into his own personal fuck toy and making their parents have complete faith in him. Although she was thoroughly enjoying the incestuous sex, Susan had been counting on things returning to normal when "jerk" mark wore off his body, only to find he rewrote the mark on himself, because he liked who he'd become and what he'd gotten out of it.

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Oh, and this is the first thing I've posted that I wrote while livestreaming my writing, as such, there are some ideas or lines or outfits directly from viewers... I didn't keep track of who or what parts specifically, but I do owe a general acknowledgement.

Magic Marker, Book Two: Indelible (mg, Mg, mc, fg, bond, anal, inc, Mdom, humil, magic, oral, spank, toys)


Chapter One:

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Anonymous 18/02/27(Tue)22:05 No. 25421 ID: d2918f

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Is Molestr 2 coming next ?


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Anonymous 18/02/27(Tue)22:05 No. 25422 ID: 8f11f7

Damn man really good but really messed up at the same time lol. What have you got planned next love your work.


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Anonymous 18/02/28(Wed)04:45 No. 25423 ID: 30af93

Damn, I have a feeling they'll end up like that dirty bum in book one.




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