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Flash fiction smut Tiktok 16/09/15(Thu)11:45 No. 24677 ID: a4bd7b [Reply]

MMMF, dp, anal, rough sex,

“I do.” She closed her eyes as Alex kissed her lovingly, his hands caressing the curves of the corset that hugged her mid-back, pulling her close. She was so lost in the sensuality of the moment that she hardly noticed when his hands rounded over the pleated lace of her gown, gripping her toned bottom firmly and pressing her pelvis into his. She opened her mouth just slightly, smiling blissfully as they ended their kiss, only to have his lips press against hers again more firmly, his tongue taking advantage of her open mouth. Neither shock nor surprise registered as his caressing hands now gripped her ass firmly, lifting her off the ground and into him. She gasped and let loose an unexpected moan, lifting her eyes skyward as he pressed his mouth hungrily to her exposed neck. She cast a sidelong glance at the public witness sitting in the front row. What had his name been again? Brad? Brady? Her mind had narrowed to the sensations gripping her body and she couldn’t remember. Their eyes locked as he was rising from his seat and she could feel that it didn’t matter at the moment. The sweeping folds of her gown allowed just enough movement for her bent knees to grip Alex’s sides as he turned and set her on the altar. He laid her back, his mouth still pressed to her neck, as his hands slid out from beneath her and began to pluck at the strings holding her corset tight. Her world inverted as her head hung partially off of the table. Her mouth hung slightly agape and her eyes unfocused as she latched onto the feelings that pulsed through the flesh of her tight body. Cool air raised goose bumps beneath her satin thigh-high leggings as strong hands lifted her legs just behind the knee, immediately contrasted as hot breath pushed through the thin lace of her panties. She sighed and gripped the edge of the altar as warm kisses pressed through the thin material, moistening her quickly swelling vulva. She closed her eyes as her lips formed to the “oh” that escaped her mouth. Alex’s deft hands finished their task and her generous breasts tingled as they were exposed. His mouth found the hardening nipple of her right breast as his hand found the other, tweaking and nibbling at the sensitive flesh. She didn’t notice the officiant’s presence until the flesh his cock touched her gaping lips. Instinctively her tongue flicked at the tip of it, readying it to move deeper. She swirled her tongue until her mouth was so full that there wasn’t room to do so anymore, his hard dick pushing her jaw open as it pressed deeper into her. The angle that her hanging head created straightened and lined up her throat, a fact that the cock in her mouth took advantage of. She gagged slightly as it entered her. Fingers ran through her hair and massaged her scalp as the man at her head, Pastor, she decided to call him, began to steadily piston his hips.
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Total Immersion Fair Experience Anonymous 16/09/10(Sat)00:45 No. 24670 ID: e621d8 [Reply]

Carl loved his current gig. He had worked many fair attractions over
the years, but this was by far his favorite. While not as popular as the
iconic 'house of horrors', the 'high tech encounter' brought in a respectable
number of gawkers, and quite unexpectedly offered undreamed-of opportunities.

This attraction featured gadgets with tactile feedback, virtual reality
booths, remote-controlled robots, and all manner of high-tech devices.
In addition to working the public, Carl also designed and tweaked some of the
gadgets. Being given a budget to create his own devices was a dream come true.
And given the nature of his dreams, the result was rather extraordinary.

He had constructed the framework for an exoskeleton, capable of being worn
by a moderately-sized adult, adjustable to older children as well. The sparse
framework had some 3D-printed gingerbread to enhance the coolness factor,
but otherwise there were no broad panels attached, just the minimal scaffolding.
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Omelas 2: Stolen Sacrifice tSade!O9S.2cqv5k 15/09/13(Sun)04:40 No. 23831 ID: 2700cc [Reply]

Not every mother was willing to let her daughter be chosen by a creature for the purpose of being raped and killed. Quinn's mother, Merci, listened to the screams of the last victim for three years, trembling at the high-pitched sounds of terror while holding her daughter who was chosen to be the next one.

So, in the middle of the night, Merci packed up her family and fled the Ring Villages to save her daughter. But, there were other creatures out there, ones with their Omelas, and they were forced to continue fleeing until they came to a former barbarian city, The Mountain Cunt, and where Quinn could finally grow up without fear of the creature from the Bordeli Forest.

But, it was hard for Quinn to fight her nature. She was an Omelas, even if she didn't know it.

This is an erotic novella with all the important things I like in my stories: a sexy woman, a destiny that couldn't be denied, threesomes, huge cocks, tentacles, oviposition, non-consensual tentacles, more tentacles, and fuck, let's add more tentacles.


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Chapter 15: Inadequate (?/f oral anal bd nc tort tent) tSade!O9S.2cqv5k 16/08/24(Wed)09:30 No. 24630 ID: 2700cc

A wave of nausea flooded through Quinn. She groaned, her throat vibrating but no air rushing past to make a noise. A steady headache pulsed in her head, adding to her discomfort and the torture of being stuffed to her limits, suffocating, and the fluttering in her lungs. She rolled her head to the side, wishing she could throw up but nothing came out of her surging stomach.

Each cough wracked her body. She needed to expel the pressure in her lungs, but her body refused to stop. Instead, it tore at her muscles as it tried repeatedly, many times a second. It was hopeless and unstoppable, a torture.

She was starving. She didn't know how long the eggs were inside her but her stomach grumbled with need and the headache continued to pulse in her head. She opened her mouth and drew in a gulp of sea water but the salt didn't parch her thirst or sate the need.

(Weak.)

Quinn shuddered at the powerful thought that ripped through her mind. She tried to respond, to find the words, but no noise came out of her mouth.

(Your body weak. Unable to survive to breed.)

Unable to do anything, she mouthed "I'm sorry." She wanted to say more, but she lost herself in a round of coughing as the wiggling tickled at her sanity. She couldn't focus on anything happening to her body, there were too many things and it was getting hard to concentrate.

(Feed.)
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Chapter 16: Birthing (?/F birth tort) tSade!O9S.2cqv5k 16/08/31(Wed)17:15 No. 24658 ID: 2700cc

Quinn didn't remember when the tendrils had attached to her breasts, but the gentle sucking was an added pleasure to her tortures. Every second, they would suck at her breasts and her body clenched. And then there was a squirt and the pressure relaxed. It was rhythm and pleasurable, a tickle against her senses that matched with the constant coiling in her pussy and the ripples escaping her asshole.

The pleasure warred with the agony. The squirming in her lungs never ceased, her coughs and gagging never ended. The pressure in her womb only increased, grinding against her senses and swelling her until she was ready to pop.

In the last... she couldn't keep track of time. It felt like days, she could feel the eggs slipping against her destroyed cervix, slipping past only to be pushed back in by the coiled tendril in her cunt. The constant passing scraped over the ruined opening had destroyed any chance of it recovering. The exposed nerves never stopped burning though, and she shuddered with the agonizing movement that conflicted with the pleasure.

There was nothing else in her life. No intellectual discussions, no arguments with parents, nothing. Just alone with her pleasure and pain, bobbing in the darkness of some terrible beast.

Quinn slipped in and out of unconsciousness, following the rhythm of her body but no longer caring about anything. She was being bred, there was nothing she could do about it. Her body was made for it, to be abused and violated. Even with the agony, she felt herself smiling to herself as she enjoyed the fulfillment of her purpose.

And then something changed.

One moment, she was bobbing in the water and the next the tendril stuffing her cunt was slipping out. It had been a long time since she remembered how it felt and the shock of having the muscular length slipping out sent an intense wave of pleasure coursing through her body.

Before, the muscles of her cunt would tighten in reflex, but they were long ruined. Her opening gaped as she felt the cold water rushing in, filling her up and against the egg trying to escape.
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Chapter 17: Barratt [Final] tSade!O9S.2cqv5k 16/09/06(Tue)19:54 No. 24666 ID: 2700cc

Barratt of the Bordeli Forest stormed along the path of some horrid ocean bay. He heard it was called the Cunt and he could see that from the city at the end of the bay and the two sides that lead to a sheltered opening at the base. It would have been amusing if he hadn't been traveling for the last few months in furious anger.

In his hand, he carried the head of the freshly decapitated Pieter and the shrunken one of Klaus, the mayor of the Nissar, one of the villages he protected. Blood trailed behind him, marking his path, but he didn't care.

He could smell the warriors rushing behind him. They had attacked three times now and he fought each one off without breaking a sweat. Electricity coursed along his furry arms and body. More of it sparkled along the barbs of his immense, misshapen cock that dangled between his legs. He was naked, but clothes were for weak humans that needed monsters to protect them.

He could smell his Omelas. Her cunt juices were in the air though the smell was at least a year old. But, he would find her. He would find her and bring her back after slaughtering whatever remained of her family. He promised her parents that if they ran, he would hunt them down, rape, and then kill them. And Barratt kept his promises when he had to wait nineteen years for his payment.

He reached an outcropping of the rock and continued along. But only a few meters beyond it, the smell faded. Turning around, he padded to the outcropping and looked down.

The smell of his cunt was down there but he couldn't see how she survived. It was a cliff that ended in rocks that were hammered by the ocean. There was no shelter, no scent. It was the smell of year old pussy juice, not a fresh cunt of his Omelas.

A growl shook in his chest and he pulled back his lips. He was going to kill someone. Turning slowly, he regarded the hundred men and women who followed him. They were prepared for battle, but they were obviously terrified of him.

He snarled at them. Somehow, they were responsible for his cunt's death and he would be damned if he wasn't going to take his revenge out on the weak humans that cowered in this city. They ruined his Omelas and it would be decades before he could have another one capable of taking his misshapen cock and electricity without dying instantly.
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Tales from the Youth Offender Restitution Program Storyteller95 16/08/06(Sat)05:46 No. 24550 ID: 9b9ff7 [Reply]

The story begins in the next post. The first sex scene will be in the post following that one. This post is for disclaimers and explanation of the setting. These posts are my first draft and I may later edit them and post them to asstr.org or storiesonline.net I haven't decided yet.

The story will involve under-age characters, both boys and girls although the current main character is a twelve year old girl. It will also involve adult men having sex with the under-age characters, rape, violence, prostitution, interracial sex, lesbian sex, straight sex, possibly at some point gay male sex, and a prison setting. If these bother you stop reading now. Other things may come up as well, it's a work in progress and ideas I haven't thought up yet may come into play. Things I can guarantee will NOT feature are scat, water sports, gore, snuff, bestiality, furries, or fantasy elements such as magic.

The author does not condone or practice the activities the characters engage in.

The setting is a near future dystopia (I intend to remain vague on the date so if this becomes long running I don't overlap the real world date). In an attempt to appear tough on youth crime without throwing teens and children in with the adult general population the government has allowed the private for profit prison industry to set up the "Youth Offender Restitution Program".

If someone under 18 commits a crime (which rapidly expanded to things like "got into a fight at school" or "caused a disruption in class and was escorted out by school security") the court system orders their parents to pay a fine. Part of the fine goes to the city, part goes to any victims as recompense (or for victimless crimes to an appropriate charity. For example, part of a fine for drug possession or low level dealing goes to addiction treatment.) The majority of the fine though goes to the Youth Offender Restitution program.

When they can't pay the fine (or if they just WON'T because they're tired of all the trouble the kid gets into) the child is taken into custody by the program and is forced to work off the fine. However the program does not provide a job for them. Instead it fits the Youth Offenders with a collar that monitors their location at all times so they can pick them up if they try to run off or escape after curfew and sends them out during the day to make money on their own. However, the economy of the setting is doing poorly and many jobs a kid could do are being done by adults desperate for work. And besides, who wants to hire a juvenile delinquent to babysit their kid or walk their dog or mow their lawn? The dirty little secret of the program is that there's only one way the Youth Offenders have to make any real money. Prostitution. Of course if they're caught prostituting themselves, or causing trouble in any way (including sometimes just pissi Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Storyteller95 16/08/21(Sun)02:47 No. 24621 ID: 453291

The delay between posts has mostly been because it's been difficult for me to find time to write this past week. This should tide you over for a while while I work on more. No sex this post, but Katy does get groped and humiliated by a guard. Her first client is coming soon.

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I cried myself to sleep and exhausted after everything that had happened to me slept until the PA system crackled loudly and a static filled voice announced that we had five minutes to prepare for morning inspection before showering and breakfast being served. According to the clock in the cell it was eleven in the morning, it seemed a late time to start the day in a prison even for a Saturday but after a few seconds thought I realized that considering the way Youth Offenders have to make the money to pay back our fines we're more likely to find 'work' in the evening and after dark than in the morning. The late start to the day was because we were expected to be out late into the night.

I tried to avoid looking at Jazzy who was already awake and smirking at me from her side of the cell; already neat and tidy; as I hurriedly made my bed and made sure last night's laundry was in the cells hamper. Just as I finished a guard walked up to our cell for the inspection. Dave was probably off duty now this was a new man, a tall black man who looked like he spent most of his free time working out. His head was shaven bald, either a fashion statement or because he'd started losing his hair and decided to give in I wasn't sure which it was hard for me to tell his age. As his eyes crawled over me I shifted uncomfortably realizing how little of my body the thin flimsy gown I was wearing covered. As soon as I moved I wished I hadn't, the lose gown slipped over my shoulder a bit showing off even more skin making his smile grow. Glancing down in spite of myself as I pulled it back into place I realized his smile wasn't the only thing that was growing as he looked at me. Either that or he was smuggling a flashlight in his pants, a really big one. Both it and his smile grew even more as he looked at face and the evidence of what Jazzy had forced me to do last night.

"Up against the wall girls." He ordered, his voice hard. I followed Jazzy's example and stood facing my dresser with my hands on my head as he went through the cell. In front of me a cheap tablet sat held to the top of the dresser with what looked to be a thick layer of epoxy, the same way they secured them at my school to make sure no one tried to steal one when the teachers weren't looking. A light on the side was blinking like it was trying to alert me to something but I didn't have time to check it out at the moment. Behind me I heard him turning over the mattress and removing the sheets on the bed I'd just finished making. Searching for contraband, or ju Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Storyteller95 16/09/04(Sun)03:21 No. 24662 ID: 981940

Found something to do with the shower scene that didn't step on other upcoming scenes. Warning, if you can forget most of what's happened to Katy and what's coming in both her and Maria's futures portions of this update can be considered rated A for adorable. Or at least C for cute.

Scene contains violence, and implied M/g/f Voyeurism, racial slurs directed at the characters. And a cute girl developing a crush.

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As I walked unsteadily away from my cell the new guard shouted after me “Hey, New Girl. Almost forgot to tell you what I told that pretty little beaner that came in with you yesterday,” Oh God. He'd been in Maria's cell too? The nasty slur he'd called her barely registered, had that poor girl gotten the same treatment from him as me? “On the way to the shower stop at the commissary and get a makeup kit so you can dolled up for work. You make more money if you make yourself look pretty, you get me New Girl?” I really wished I didn't get him. I was sure Maria hadn't.

I stopped at the commissary like he'd told me and they explained how the system worked. I could buy anything the carried, like pretty hair ribbons, hair styling products, pretty jewelry made out of materials to flimsy to use as weapons, paper back books, candy and other treats we couldn't get from the cafeteria, and of course makeup. The only catch was that we paid for it all by adding it to our fine. And I noticed everything cost about five times as much as it would have on the outside. The makeup kit they were giving me today was free though, but I was expected to pay to replace anything that got used up. If anything happened and I had to replace the whole kit it would be $200. I was shocked by the price, this wasn't designer label stuff (which the commissary did carry at their highly inflated prices), it looked like about $30 of makeup in a $5 box. I took the kit and walked to the showers biting my lip fretfully and swearing to myself I would never ever shop at the commissary for anything I didn't absolutely need.

I seemed to be the last girl to arrive, I pushed the door open and tentatively walked in. Girls were sitting around in varying states of undress, some of them doing their hair or putting on make up, others gossiping as they waited for their turn in the showers which seemed to be pretty close to full. As I shrugged off my gown trying not to think about the cameras and what the guards were probably doing as they watched I heard a young girl cry out inside the showers. A very familiar voice with a slight Spanish accent.

I rushed in, nearly tripping over a few half naked girls on my way there. Maria was standing there, her hair full of shampoo that was running down her face and probably stinging her eyes as a blond blue eyed white girl with a large chest who looked about fiftee Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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storyteller95 16/09/04(Sun)06:14 No. 24663 ID: 981940

And I just realized I forgot to have Jazzy call her Katy-baby in the showers. I'll have to fix that when I do a later draft. I wanted a scene later where Maria asks her if she can call her Katy-baby too. Understandably Katy doesn't want that.




Harley's story Storyteller95 16/08/21(Sun)08:00 No. 24622 ID: 453291 [Reply]

The story begins in the second post, both because I'm not sure how long a single post can be and so people can easily skip past all the disclaimers and stuff in this non-story post and get straight to the story if they want.

I know I've got people waiting for more in my Tales from the Youth Offender Restitution Program story. Right now I'm trying to decide if something should happen in the showers or if I should just gloss over the showers and breakfast and skip to Katy's first day working. In the mean time I started working on another story idea I had mentioned before. One about a young runaway named Harley. This story can be considered complete after the finish of the first sex scene, but if people enjoy it the story could continue with further occurrences in young Harley's life on the streets.

The story codes for this will spoil you on a twist that occurs several paragraphs into the story, on the other hand the twist will not be to everyone's taste so it's up to you if you want to stop reading this before you get to the story codes and skip straight to the story.

Unlike my other story this is set in our current time in the real world. It is not however a true story and no characters are based on any real people living or dead. No one was harmed in the creation of this story. It is a work of fiction and the author does not condone the actions of the characters. Last chance to bail out before the story codes spoil the twist.

The story contains: Prost, viol, NC, Rape, Oral, Anal, Mb, cd.

If it continues beyond the first sex scene it may contain other sexual acts but like my other story will never involve snuff, gore, scat, water sports, or furies.


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Storyteller95 16/08/26(Fri)22:24 No. 24649 ID: b1488a

Anon, the only people who wouldn't know that would be those who skipped the story codes because they didn't want to find out before they read the story and were willing to accept the risk that the twist wouldn't be something they enjoyed.

If the issue is that you did read the codes and didn't understand them then I suggest you familiarize yourself with the commonly used ASSTR story codes. http://www.asstr.org/~Uther_Pendragon/code/scfr.htm

Knowing what those codes mean can prevent you from reading a story that you won't enjoy due to the content. Anyone who read the codes and understood them would have seen it coming long before it was revealed in the story and I'd be surprised if a lot of people wouldn't have anyway.


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Anonymous 16/08/27(Sat)15:01 No. 24651 ID: 6dc048

definitely would like more


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Storyteller95 16/08/31(Wed)09:19 No. 24657 ID: f8b9d9

>>24651

Glad to know someone enjoyed it. New Tales from the Youth Offender Restitution Program first, hopefully before Monday, then we'll see.




My Sister is a Dickgirl SNT-NEL 12/02/11(Sat)10:15 No. 15127 ID: b808a3 [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]

Reposting this, for some reason. Even though I felt weird trying to fap to futa lit, I was okay with this one, for some reason.

I remember a long while back, some folks here added to it, and things were great, but then for some reason the mods took it down? I think it was cause it hadn't been updated in forever. But, yeah. RESURRECTION(I hope)
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teasing Tim 15/07/20(Mon)17:54 No. 23745 ID: 8138a8

The last line written thus far is "Teasing me isn’t nice.” I refuse to let this thread die like that.


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Anonymous 15/07/29(Wed)02:47 No. 23777 ID: def664

It's been months. But for some reason i still have hope this this will be continued.


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Anonymous 16/08/24(Wed)10:48 No. 24633 ID: 3350f2

Can't let a classic fall off. BACK TO 1!




Uninvited\UncleRick Listen to Tombs 14/12/07(Sun)07:06 No. 22915 ID: 7e9f2f [Reply]

Mg, noncon, violence

Due to unexpected circumstances, I am currently limited to my phone. Haven't done any extensive writing on my phone, and I made the mistake of trying to switch to a different program for the editing. Turns out I had to switch file formats, which had a number of unforseen odd effects. One of which was the way a random group of sentences in nearly every paragraph was repeated three times.

It was a real pain in the ass to get it back into even this good of shape, it was an enormous pain in the ass doing this on a touchscreen, I didn't really feel up to going over it again for a true editing pass, and I might have even missed quite a few formatting mistakes. Hope you still find some thing to tickle your fantasy.

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My payday was right were he said she'd be, shuffling along the dirt path with downcast eyes. I wondered what tiny troubles burdened her tender, young soul. I bet she was dreaming of a prince, hoping he would come take her away from whatever troubles weighed so heavily on the mind of a peasant girl I bet she was dreaming of a prince, hoping he would come take her away from whatever troubles weighed so heavily on the mind of a peasant girl I bet she was dreaming of a prince, hoping he would come take her away from whatever troubles weighed so heavily on the mind of a peasant girl. It was always a prince they wanted, in my experience. E E Even the whores, and camp followers who were little better, would giggle and whisper behind their hands when the Prince Regent rode past. Didn't matter that he was balding with gap teeth and a weak chin, his clothes were silk and velvet, his chains were gold, and his long legged charger alone was worth more than I'd ever earned, begged, borrowed or stolen in my life.

Sorry little girl, he's not a prince, but you're still quite the lucky young girl. She was younger than I'd been lead to believe, in all honesty, but that was none of my business. The rest of the description fit her to a T, even the parts I'd assumed were exaggeration. The rest of the description fit her to a T, even the parts I'd assumed were exaggeration.

I waited for her to come up the path a bit then jumped out, practically on top of her already, and gave her my best leer. She rabbit ed with a terrified shriek, and I gave chase, doing my best impression of Malcolm the Molester.

Malcolm had been a veteran by the time i joined, and had survived a number of engagements already, though he'd gone more than a little cracked. Back during the seige, when the only things to do were drill, drink, fight, and fuck, he'd choose fuck every time it was an option. When he wasn't fucking, he was talking about it. Almost never talked about anything else. It had become something of a company tradition to wait outside the whores' tent and cheer him on while he hurle Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Anonymous 16/05/10(Tue)00:43 No. 24256 ID: 781662

>>24091
^ This.


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Anonymous 16/06/19(Sun)09:57 No. 24370 ID: c1c396

>>23058
>January 2015

Life is horrible


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Anonymous 16/08/23(Tue)11:50 No. 24627 ID: 99bb8c

can you just make this a book please, I thought tombs was a total tosser at the beginning, about to just straight up rape some girl, but then I learned Tombs is a genuinely conflicted anti-hero who likes to have threesomes with magic girls and blondes

he's just like us




The Tape Tunderhill 15/04/11(Sat)23:27 No. 23465 ID: 62b1d7 [Reply]

Summary: Summer, a girl in high school, has the perfect life with the perfect boyfriend. One day, she receives a DVD in the mail. On it is her boyfriend dressed as girl and at the mercy of five horny men. Instead of being disgusted...Summer is aroused and gets off. She keeps receiving tapes, but what is happening on them is escalating...and her boyfriend begins to change.

Contains: M/M/M/M/M, M/M, forced feminization, cosplay, mind-break, drugs toys, rape, anal, creampie, domination/submission, crossdressing, prostitution, voyeurism, exhibitionism, sadism, bondage, masochism, male solo, female solo, (later) M/F

WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME!? WHY DID I WRITE THIS!? WHY DID I THINK OF THIS!? Probably because I'm a sick fuck. Well, while I'm still not in prison, you guys can enjoy this.

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Chapter 1

Summer, a teenage girl, was sitting on a blanket in the park. It was a lovely day for a picnic. The birds were chirping and sun was bright. A pleasant breeze blew around her, making Summer sniff at the warm air. She smiled and sighed back out. Most teenagers her age were discontent, angry, and unhappy. She was the opposite. She was perfectly content. She had parents that let her be free, she made good grades, she had friends who adored her, and she had a boyfriend who was sensitive, nice, and liked the things she liked. Her life was perfect, almost in every way. She just sat back and enjoyed it all.

“Sorry about that!” said a gentle voice behind her. Summer turned and grinned.

“It's alright Adam, I don't mind.” she said. Her boyfriend Adam sat beside her on the blanket. Summer and Adam, along with Adam's older brother, had met each other on the first day of elementary school. They had been inseparable since. Adam wasn't the stud of the school, far from it. He was small, but very handsome. He had soft, curling hair, fair skin and pretty blue eyes. Some of the other girls at school thought he had that boy-band look. It didn't matter what they thought however. Adam and Summer had always had a thing for each other, even from an early age. They liked the exact same things. They had the same taste in clothes, art, and music. The other guys might make fun of him for not being the manliest of men, but he was just perfect for Summer.
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Tunderhill 15/05/20(Wed)04:15 No. 23585 ID: 62b1d7

>>23580

That is actually a really good idea. I wish I had thought of it. However, I have this story planned out already. This entire story is set up to have an unexpected twist (unexpected ending). I like your idea, and I may do something like it in the future. I appreciate you reading this.


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Anonymous 15/07/18(Sat)06:37 No. 23743 ID: 7fa804

Bump!


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Anonymous 16/08/20(Sat)03:47 No. 24620 ID: 796b21

I'm really sad to have seen this die.




Celty X Shinra erotic story Anonymous 16/08/19(Fri)06:15 No. 24585 ID: 90eb76 [Reply]

Hello anons, I am here to share an erotic story I am writing. I will do it in pieces, to be presented back to back within the same day. I am a new writer, so I hope that the quality is adequate, and lives up to your expectations as a reader.

Chapter 1:
The sun sets on Ikebukuro, the time is 5:30pm. The sky ignites with a palate of orange, pink, and red shining luminously. The large, towering edifices of the city soften against the natural light. Shinra exits his car in the apartment complex's designated underground parking spot. He wipes a bead of sweat off his forehead and mutters under his breathe with a grimace "I hate last minute plastic surgery jobs, the supplies are too little, and there are always people rushing me through the procedure". The life of an underground doctor, or "mob doctor", is not an easy one. However this doctor soars through the tribulations he faces with a kind of ease that is not oft found. This doctor has something that he wakes up for each morning.

As sure as the sun dawns on a new day, his will and resolve is set ablaze by the flame of love that burns inside him. Since the day he met Celty, he knew what he must do, but any means necessary he will make sure to provide for her and keep her secure. Celty is no maiden though, for she reciprocates this favor with her motorcycle delivery service, whether Shinra would have it or not. Shinra tucks the days payment into his lab coat and exits the car, pausing briefly before locking it. The shiny white coat of paint reflects the industrial lighting of the parking lot. The Mercedes-Benz CLS550 sits with a dignified poise in his designated parking spot, "there are some benefits to being an underground doctor" he thinks to himself.

Shinra's favorite part of the day is in sight, coming home to his Celty-san. He smiles as he picks up pace towards the apartment the two share together on the 13th floor. He smiles in anticipation at Celty's greeting. This is the part of the day he enjoys the most. When returning from a long day of work, Celty always makes sure to prepare something in advanced for his return home, and lends a sympathetic ear towards the day's difficulties. Shinra actually does not mind the difficulties of his work, however he is sure to play them up upon returning home, for he yearns for Celty's maternal affections.


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Anonymous 16/08/19(Fri)08:29 No. 24589 ID: 90eb76

Chapter 1 Cont.:

Celty removes Shinra's underwear impatiently and re-absorbs the shadowy cloth covering his mouth. "Celty, please" he lets out weakly. Tendrils begin to spill out from her body. First wrapping themselves gently around his penis, the sensation makes him feel as if his member is submerged in the softest pool of warm puddy then he has ever felt, he shudders. More tendrils begin to wrap around him, one against his left ear, around the sensitive part where the ear canal opening is found. Another strokes his inner thigh gently. One pats the side of his neck and top of his shoulder. His arms reach out for her embrace. She grabs him roughly and sets his body erect, leaning against hers on top of the soft bed. He pulls against Celty's hips so that they sit pressed up against each other completely parallel. He groans "Celty..." as she holds his back firmly and rubs against him. Her tendrils start to vibrate gently and wrap tighter. His heart skips a beat as her embrace wraps completely around his body. She starts using her bodily extensions to rub his cock and erogenous zones slowly. Two additional tendrils jet out and begin to rub her own pussy as well. "C-Celty, do you feel good?" Shinra asks as he basks in the sensation. He couldn't possible imagine her feeling as good as he does right now. She nods and begins quickening pace, a cloud of shadow entering and exiting her neck in a pulsating fashion.

Celty's pace quickened as her excitement grew. "I-I can't take it anymore Celty, I'm going to come!" Shinra let out abruptly. The sensation of Celty wrapping around him is too much, he can't last very long like this. Celty tightens her grip on Shinra. The force of her grip is moderately painful, her muscles clinch as she finds herself getting closer to release. Shinra lets out a heavy breathe as he reaches climax. The movements of Celty's tendrils stiffen and she rubs against the bottom of his head. He moans as the cum is practically milked from him. Celty's tendrils start rubbing herself frantically, her climax coming to as she feels Shinra's hot semen spill against her stomach. A cloud of shadow bursts outward and fills the room as Celty reaches climax. Shinra leans in and kisses her neck affectionately. Their grasp slowly loosens, leaving Celty laying on the bed limply, her mind swallowed whole by the force of her own orgasmic state.

Shinra smiles at this sight, he can always tell when Celty's heart is in it. Whenever she reaches exhaustion like that, he knows that she found a lot of pleasure in their sex. He sits for a moment just enjoying the sight of her, laying in pleasure with his semen spilled on her little stomach. There is no sight in the world Shinra would rather be gazing upon. Celty sits, covers herself shyly, and grabs her phone "What are you looking at?" she types. "You" Shinra Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Anonymous 16/08/19(Fri)08:31 No. 24590 ID: 90eb76

Fin


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Anonymous 16/08/21(Sun)08:41 No. 24624 ID: 0cf92e

Nice tags.




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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The Go-Between, conclusion AnonyMPC 16/08/05(Fri)16:33 No. 24549 ID: a609fb

Well, of course, I did get pregnant. That's not going to be a surprise to you... I mean, if I hadn't, I would be writing my "How I spent my summer vacation" story in Mister Perry's class and not here. Sure came as a surprise to me though! I hadn't even had a period yet!

I'd been going to Tino pretty regularly by the time I found out, and gotten used to him getting all the way inside me. The first time hurt. Well, not at first, he took it slow and took a few minutes just working the head inside and I felt all stretched out already and like an idiot I said, "So this is fucking, huh?"

He laughed and said, "No, that's not fucking, this is fucking," And he held onto my shoulder and then pushed in deep and started thrusting in and out and that really stretched me out, stretched me so much it felt like I tore apart. I walked so bow-legged on the way home that that part of me was wide open and dripping, so I didn't have any cum left to feed Momma. And I didn't even take the whole thing! I almost decided I'd never go back, but Momma took care of me and gave me cuddles and ice cream and showed me how to stretch and promised that next time would be better, and after a week or two.... okay, it still hurt sometimes, but it was a good hurt! And Momma still loved sticking her tongue way up my pussy or even my butthole to get at any sperm she could (even though by the time I got home it was usually leaking right out anyway, she still dove deep and stayed a long time). I guess she missed some, but not for lack of trying! She probably would have licked my eggs clean if her tongue could reach that far.

Anyway, there I was having loads of fun. Then I started puking in the mornings. I thought I was just sick, thought I was gonna miss out on the last week of summer, except I was just sick sometimes and fine at others. Momma noticed my nipples were extra sensitive when I was passing on an orgasm, had me bike down to the store and get one of those tests, and sure enough, my pee turned it blue.

"So I guess I'm giving you a baby after all," I told Momma.

She bit her lip like she was upset, but she hugged me, and when she pulled away she was fighting back tears. I asked her why and she told me that she was just sad that Tino might never be part of his baby's life, because of the stupid promise Daddy made her make. I said I wished I could help, and she said that there was one thing that maybe we could do, make Daddy change his mind.

Well I'm sure I don't have to tell you how you change a Daddy's mind, but Momma did have to teach me. In a way, it was really just more of being a go-between, because Daddy wouldn't listen to Momma about Tino. Fantasizing out loud in front of him was fine, but if she tried to raise the subject of the promise directly he just shut Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Anonymous 16/08/13(Sat)07:47 No. 24577 ID: b6ef6f

As always, loved it. Are you going to post your old PP tributes here, or just heretofore unreleased ones?


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Anonymous 16/08/19(Fri)00:47 No. 24582 ID: 8255a3

Outstanding as ever, man.

Are there any other people that even do Phil Phantom type stories?




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