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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




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

>>25417
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.




Raising Paul's Daughter (Loli, discipline, other) Can you guess? 15/05/02(Sat)22:08 No. 23514 ID: 60b795 [Reply]

So, like many late-twenty-somethings in this economy, I find myself living with a roommate, and there are times when I legitimately loathe the man. We are actually fairly close friends, and we have a lot in common, as well as a lot of shared experience. We live in the same shitty apartment, we worked the same shitty job for years, which is how we met, and since we requested going on opposite shifts to get some time away from one another, our relationship has improved significantly. I don't truly hate the guy, but I don't spend more time than I have to with him. Fortunately, he seems to feel the same way, so we mostly just shoot the shit about wrestling, watch the pay-per-views together, and retreat to our respective rooms to get the fuck away from one another.

He's not such a bad guy in small doses, and there aren't many people who understand my love for the WWE like Paul does. He actually worked the indy circuit for a while, so we can connect on that level at least. He's still a paranoid motherfucker about money, but I pay well in advance, and we no longer split any bills except rent, electricity and internet. I may order out or he may order out, we may both even order out on the same night, but we no longer order out together. I have accepted that he will never do the dishes, he has accepted that I will never allow his drunken, virus-downloading, morbidly obese ass on my expensive office chair so he can destroy my operating system by visiting sketchy porn sites, or allow him to bum off my weed. If he wants to hit from my bowl, he needs to pitch in for the cost. On the flip side, I have accepted that I can only smoke up in my room since his daughter is over pretty much all the time. Her mother fucked off shortly after Kelly turned two. Last I'd heard, she'd gotten picked up for solicitation along with various drug charges. She wasn't up for parole for another seven years yet.

Paul was oddly clever for one so clearly controlled so exclusively by his hindbrain, but he had to take his time chewing each thought over before it was ready to be shared the way he meant it. He never forgot a thing, and he would hold on to thoughts to worry at them for hours, days, or even weeks. A grudge, he usually nursed no less than a week, and every time we argued I could count on Paul to bring up all sorts of old shit, but his ability to focus on a thought and fully break it down was impressive, and he would remember fun conversations too. He had great taste in movies, old blues and jazz and funk, and he could throw together a shockingly tasty meal with just about anything we had lying around the house. When he was sober, he could hold his own on topics close to his heart, and he made some connections that truly impressed me. Every now and then, often days or sometimes weeks after a conversation, he'd say something truly profound. He could also be really funny. Paul usually got two brilliant j Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Anonymous 15/05/14(Thu)10:47 No. 23555 ID: 1874c2

>>23522
Pleaaase finish this op i love it so much man


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Non-Anonymous 15/05/14(Thu)22:09 No. 23560 ID: b3e330

>>23555
read the comments. it is finished. rather nicely at that.


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Anonymous 18/02/24(Sat)12:52 No. 25406 ID: 64e444

Where did Uninvited go?

I hope someone has an archive somewhere




Leap of Faith NGT 16/07/26(Tue)23:31 No. 24495 ID: 8a8a53 [Reply]

First off. This is a repost of a story posted on /elit/ back in 2010 and updated last in 2012. You can find a link to the original archived thread here:
https://web.archive.org/web/20130917094523/http://7chan.org/elit/res/10610.html
This is a repost without permission, but not for lack of trying. I contacted the original author (Fluffins) through e-mail four days ago and haven't gotten any response. Maybe this will bring about a reappearance? I can only hope as much.

Below is the original text of the story, formatted identically to how it was originally posted.



First time writer here, r&r, plzkthx.
Contains: All futa, All underage
(remember, boys and girls, pedophilia is illegal in the US, only fap to it, never do it IRL)

Nov. 12, 2010.
Hi, My name is Faith Woods, I’m 14 years old, shoulder-length straight red hair, still-growing B cup breasts, perfect 6.5:1 hip:waist ratio (I’m kind of a math nerd), I'm 5 feet tall with a healthy does of freckles, and I’m not a normal girl. I mean, I try to be normal. I go to a regular middle school, have normal friends and a totally normal family… it’s me that isn’t totally normal. And hell, I didn’t even know I was abnormal ‘till about a week ago.
See, last Wednesday night, I grew a dick.
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NGT 16/07/26(Tue)23:42 No. 24509 ID: 8a8a53

Short little prelude chapter, just to keep you boys on the edge of your seats ;)


Two hours later, I awoke to a very odd experience. My alarm hadn’t gone off, though a quick glance over to my nightstand told me I hadn’t overslept, this, however, was not my first concern. I was a bit more preoccupied with the tongue sliding down my throat and the hand caressing my cock through my sheets. I’m not complaining or anything; I quickly recognized it as Hope, and I sank softly into her lips, wrapping my own tongue around hers, holding tight, I moaned gently into her mouth, she squeezed tight on my dick and pulled away, saliva stringing between our pouting lower lips.
“what a way to wake up~” I giggled softly.
“I thought you’d like it.” my big sister smiled sweetly at me and grabbed my hand, lifting me up so she could cradle my body in her arms and kiss me again. “did you enjoy the show last night?” I blushed at her blatant statement
“h-how did you know?”
“you painted the walls outside my room, silly. It makes it so much hotter to know you were watching me and mom get it on like that.” she kissed me again, “mom’s washing my sheets now while breakfast cooks, come on!” she giggled and pulled me out of bed, I nearly fell as she pulled me swiftly to my feet, she let me swing forward and I nearly screamed as I felt myself falling before her arm caught me gently behind the back and lowered me into a dip, as if we were dancing. I panted heavily, my heart pounding, she just smiled and winked at me, lifting me up into yet another sensual kiss. I moaned as she held me tight, my arms folded up to my chest, held between our breasts as she kissed me. I felt my cock going hard and lifting up from where it spilled out over the waistband of my panties. As my cock rose, it rubbed along Hope’s, which was doing the same.
“j-j-just let me…” I broke our kiss and turned around, about to open the drawer, when my sister’s strong arms wrapped around my bare waist, pulling me back,
“but mom is so eager to see your dick~” she said, gliding a finger across the tip of my pole, it twitched in response to her touch, “Cherry’s gone for the rest of the week, remember? It’s just us three here” she wrapped her fingers around the base of my dick, I hadn’t even bothered to control the size, so Hope pinched at the base and shook her hand up and down, causing all fourteen inches of my member to wobble up and down, “come on, you don’t need any clothes.”
I walked into the kitchen blushing profusely, my enormous member sticking straight up, wobbling with every step, it wasn’t even as big as Hope’s, who had gone before me, but I was still nervous, I felt exposed, unprotected as I stepped forward to see my mother, wearing nothing save for a chef’s apron, standing over a pan on the stove. As I came in, she looked over at me, and I saw her nipples immediately going hard u Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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NGT 16/07/26(Tue)23:47 No. 24510 ID: 8a8a53

[NGT again. Nine months passed between the previous post and this one. Shortly after the previous post, Fluffins mentioned having writer's block with this particular story, posted an email, and said that they'd consider handing the story off to someone else for a time, or even for good. I do not know if anyone applied, since Fluffins updated later on anyways.
Prior to this, Fluffins reappeared in another thread posting an RP log featuring the character of Faith. I replied to that thread asking if it was canon to Leap of Faith, and a couple of days later, this was posted. It's also the last update, but the thread was bumped for a year and a half before it ever 404'ed.]

oh look, it's this guy again....
[cuminflation] probably should have been applied about 2 chapters ago, but eh. it's not too severe.

enjoy.

And so... I fucked my mom.
I mean, what do you do when you've got a raging 14 inch hardon and a big, curvy woman gets on her hands and knees and pushes her glorious ass out towards you? I placed a tentative hand into the pale, soft flesh, feeling it give under my fingers, I gripped at my mom's juicy cheeks, gulping and sweating in both fear and anticipation. Her slit was obviously hungry; it slavered like a starved dog, dripping down her thighs, making them slick and wet, pooling into a glistening little puddle on the floor. I heard her panting, breath shuddering in ragged gasps out of her lips, she looked back. I think it was just the idea that her 14 year old daughter was about to fuck her senseless than anything that was making her horny; my dick could have been 2 inches and she still would have gotten off.
All the better for her: my dick isn't 2 inches. My head slipped into her hole effortlessly. I felt the tight walls clench over the big, fat, purple tip of my erection, and my rod just kept slipping in. deeper and deeper; her cunt was totally bottomless! I ran balls deep into her with no trouble, and yet those walls still pulsed and gripped tight at my shaft the whole time. She had so much control, my mother actually sent waves; rolling ripples of pressure down her pink canal, sucking me in with this constant current, I couldn't manage to pull my hips back but a few inches before her cunt sucked me in again, slapping my hips into hers, sending a ripple down her ass and ejecting a moan or a 'fuck~' from her lips.
I closed my eyes, breath hissing in deep gasps as I fucked her little cunt almost involuntarily. Suddenly, there was a presence at my back; hands on my shoulders, I felt the warmth of my big sister's breasts pressing on my shoulderblades, the burning, pulsing heat of her cock rubbed along my spine teasingly from behind. The trickle of her breath down my ear was hot and tingly, and sent a chill down my back, 'nnhhh~' I couldn't keep myself from moaning.
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Anonymous 18/01/17(Wed)20:11 No. 25299 ID: d7118b

well that was good.

It's a shame it didn't get any further before the author disappeared.




A collection of Short Stories !JUD7F1CtU. 11/06/14(Tue)18:06 No. 12588 ID: e320fb [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]

I decided I may as well share what I write when I decide to write something. Most of it will be Futa on Male but anything with MaleSub in it will be included. Anyway, here's the first one involving a dominant Futa and her apparent bitch.

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Call girl - A short story.
Tags: Futa on male, futadom, reluctant

The phone rang.
I don't know why, but there was always this sense of anticipation and dread I have with picking it up. Not knowing who it was and knowing who it could be was almost a game of Russian Roulette I had with myself. Now, it happened almost daily. I picked up the phone Gun to my head - pull the trigger. "Hey there, moll" a feline, scratchy yet appeasingly seductive voice replied, female in nature.
Boom.
"Uuuuh, hey… Tash." I responded, not unnerved but unhappy. "Parents are gone. Come around" she demanded in a domineering tone. "Uuuhh, look, Tash… I don't know about today, it's not really a good t-" "Come around" she repeated, cutting me off. "Tash, I was just about to say that I don't really want to because I'm really busy, and… you know"
There was a disenchanting silence - shredding any hope of worming my way out.
Defeat.
"No. I don't. Come arooound" she said again, this time with the last word drawn out, as if she sounded wanting, but not desperate. "I know you really, really want to" she claimed, her voice thinning to an innocent tone. She was pulling all the strings for this one. She usually did.
"I just-"
"Come around"
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Anonymous 15/12/22(Tue)01:39 No. 24047 ID: ad1723

>>23990
You faggot


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Anonymous 16/01/10(Sun)09:59 No. 24074 ID: 8edb61

>>23990
>>24047
Hey figured I'd ask. Writing style is incredible but I can't get off to the emotional abuse (but lord knows I've tried), just one vanilla futa story is all I humbly request


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Anonymous 18/01/08(Mon)07:31 No. 25286 ID: b5690b

Bamp




A Man No More Gamer 09/07/14(Tue)11:02 No. 265 ID: 5ab7b1 [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]
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Hey guys, I know no one ever reads the opening up here, but this is the first time I've submitted anything to /elit/, so constructive criticism is welcome. I'll post the first two chapters tonight, and try to write them each day or two and have them posted for you guys. Thanks!


A Man No More
[TF, MF, MMF+, FF, slave, etc.]




Chapter 1: Man Up


“Come on, Sam, it’ll be fun, and you need to relax anyway!” My girlfriend was quite stubborn. More so than myself, which means I would end up losing this argument.
“Hun, it’s a salon,” I argued back. “It’s my eighteenth birthday, I don’t think spending it in some fruity salon is what I’ve been waiting years for.” That’s right, Clarissa, my girlfriend, was trying to drag me to some salon and spa for men. She had gone to a salon for her eighteenth birthday two weeks ago, and had it in her head that I would love it too. Obviously, I’m not quite as interested.
“Please, baby? I just want us both to feel perfect.”
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Anonymous 17/10/30(Mon)00:52 No. 25181 ID: 55cc6b

>>25043
Bump mafakas


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Anonymous 17/12/17(Sun)19:32 No. 25230 ID: 37426e

Whoa, this is still on the front page?


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Anson Anson 17/12/19(Tue)14:05 No. 25237 ID: bf01da

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Implant (tags: tentacle(s), f/f, f/m, science fiction) Rachael Avarie!!IuBGZ0LmOz 12/10/10(Wed)15:56 No. 17365 ID: 4c9640 [Reply] [Last 50 posts]

I re-read a story I wrote some time ago. Then I decided to write some more. If this post's format screws up on 7chan then I apologize, this is my first time posting here.

Since some people may want or need to track this story or other stories I may post, I’ll go by the pen name "Rachael Avarie" here rather than Anonymous. This is the first story/writing I’m sharing with the world, so feedback is especially appreciated.

I considered writing this in first person, but I may be switching point of views, so I’ll stick with third person. I’ll also be writing with spacing between paragraphs because I’m not sure if websites such as this will allow for tab indentation. I’ll leave no line spaces between multiple quotes except between some extra large paragraphs, and will merely use a double star ** to indicate a new speaker, as necessary. Double inverted commas indicate speech; single inverted commas indicate thought, normally. Now although this story is rated as science fiction, I’ve made an effort to make it seem as realistic as possible. I’ve tried to make the character reactions to the unnatural as accurate as a real person’s reaction would be, though at points I’ve had to tone it down to forgo to write too much “gasp, shock, horror, ugh!” character reactions. Hints: the first chapter isn’t very erotic, but the second chapter will have scenes that, hopefully, ‘deliver’ (if you know what I mean ;)

Splurb: Julia is an ordinary 17-year-old girl. She gets implanted with a biological creature that attaches itself to her and starts growing. Don’t want to put too many spoilers here otherwise.

Tags: tentacle(s), f/f, f/m, science fiction


Chapter 1

Tuesday, school was out. Julia Sharinotte hated this walk home. That wasn’t to say it was sleazy, nor impossibly far, but something seemed off about one particular building. She’d be damned if she was going to walk around the block, however. Julia walked swiftly, ignoring the sights and the smells around her. Her mother was a quarter Japanese, though they’d all been born in the US. She considered herself an average girl, definitely of average height, though prettier than average, with long dirty-blonde hair, pale blue-green eyes. Her face had a touch of freckles, and she had B-cups, wrapped onto a slender, 17-year old frame. Her best friend certainly didn’t consider her average; she was always gushing about how gorgeous she was, about how unfair it was that she didn’t have to wear makeup. Oh Julia wore makeup, the tiniest amount she considered healthy, but she hated eyeliner. In her opinion, it destroyed a person’s face, more often than not.

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Anonymous 17/02/23(Thu)10:45 No. 24938 ID: 8b2f65

RIP


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b u m p Anonymous 17/05/29(Mon)08:18 No. 25044 ID: 57b8e2

Bump


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bump Anonymous 17/12/18(Mon)14:29 No. 25233 ID: c2469c

Aaaaand we're back




Any story like this? tog 17/11/10(Fri)07:08 No. 25190 ID: fb7c47 [Reply]

The other day I was going through some old boxes and found my old Gameboy with a copy of the first Final Fantasy in still in it and ended up playing it for a few hours, which I had fun with. To get straight to the point, I was wondering if anyone knew of any stories that were more or less a smutty version of FFI; a simple fantasy adventure in which the heroes travel the world, slay monsters, rescue the princess and save the world. Only with lots of sex.

Bonus points if it's about a single man traveling with a party of ladies.


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Anonymous 17/11/10(Fri)11:24 No. 25191 ID: 0c2267

the anime konosuba is the closest i can suggest.
i hope someone else has some good stories to share.

we can start writing one if you like.

also nice find with the gameboy. i lost mine ages ago, and i've moved several times since, but i did spot one in a record store of all places in florida a couple years back, just sitting behind the counter, and i asked if it was for sale, and the guy said "i dunno" and i said "i need it i'll buy it i only have $30 cash on me right now but i'll give it to you right now sell it to me" and he said "ok" and then BAM i had an old gameboy color again. went on eBay when i got back to the house and got myself a new pokemon silver cartridge with a fresh memory battery right away. fuckin' awesome.

anyways, i'm glad you got to play some old games again. makes me terribly nostalgic and depressed and happy and all messed up, but still awesome.

oh, anyways, yeah i hope somebody grabs a sweet story soon.
and check out konosuba.


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tog 17/12/09(Sat)07:21 No. 25217 ID: fb7c47

>>25191
Managed to get around and watching this suggestion. Only around six episodes in and I'm really liking what I'm seeing; I love how all the main characters are varying degrees of idiots, and I always had a soft spot for stories where the characters that end up saving the world are the least competent people around.

So thanks for that suggestion.




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