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BFORE YOU POST, KNOW THIS! Cowboy!6UZGZTHCak ## Mod ## 10/06/30(Wed)19:25 No. 8547 ID: 5eefb3 [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts] Stickied

ALL REQUESTS FOR STORIES OR STORY CONTENT ARE TO GO IN THIS THREAD! ALL STORY REQUESTS NOT POSTED IN THIS THREAD WILL BE DELETED AND THE POSTER MAY BE BANNED. ALL COMMENTS QUESTIONS, AND OTHER OF THE LIKE ARE TO GO HERE AS WELL! Also, if you don't have constructive comments, keep them to yourself. Or you'll get banned for being an ass. This is not /b/, you have been warned.

Make sure that you check out http://asstr.org or http://storiesonline.net, or any other of the fine erotic literature sites, or GOOGLE IT! THEY MAY HAVE THE STORY ALREADY THERE!…Where ever that may be….Also, any plagiarism will result in a BAN!


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Summer Camp Anon 14/10/16(Thu)08:57 No. 22574 ID: 282017

Looking for a story I read a year or so ago about a girl who helps her dad out at a boys summer camp and she walks around teasing all the boys. Can't remember if it was on ASSTR or ASN.




READ BEFORE POSTING! Cowboy!6UZGZTHCak ## Mod ## 10/06/30(Wed)19:11 No. 8546 ID: 5eefb3 [Reply] Locked Stickied

This is a thread for ALL AUTHORS and READERS. Though you are not required to, I would recommend that you save your story in a post able form, this is to ensure that your story stays preserved and that if 7chan is to go down AGAIN. Also, if anyone has something available as far as web space for an archive, please e-mail me at 1subject@live.com.
I also recommend to everyone that you visit us at the IRC at irc.7chan.org in /elit/ channel. Research it and please stop in, any questions you have about well, ANYTHING can be answered there. There are many good different types of IRC clients, some can attach right onto your browser. So find one and set it up.
3litchan is gone as far as I know. Don’t asking nothing more, ‘cause on that subject….I don’t know nothing’, I just work here.
Adios,
Cowboy




Roommates (loli) Anonymous 12/10/06(Sat)11:32 No. 17319 ID: 5c8966 [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]

It all started when I was 19, in my first semester at college. I'd moved away from home and into my first apartment, and got my first roommate as well. He was a year younger than me, but unlike me he hadn't spent a year after graduating highschool saving up his money for tuition and rent. His parents died in an avalanche at a ski resort, and between their considerable savings and the payout from the life insurance, he could afford college and not have to work for years. I hadn't known it when I met him at orientation and we decided to share an apartment, but he also had custody of his 11 year old sister.

The apartment was big, and nicer than I could have ever afforded on my own, so all three of us had separate bedrooms (hers was supposed to be a laundry room or something originally.). I also discovered my roommate was a bit of a dick who neglected his little sister.

I don't think it was intentional, more a result of losing his parents and having to adjust his plans for the future to revolve around caring for his sibling, and he probably wasn't ready for that sort of responsibility. But unless he needed to give her a ride or buy her something she needed, he basically didn't interact with her. He also barely did anything with me; maybe once a week he'd play video games with me, but he spent nearly all his time in class or shut in his room studying.

His little sister was cute, with her blue eyes, freckles, and short, light brown hair, but obviously way too young for me. She didn't play with dolls or anything, so I guess she was mature for her age, but she also spent all her time shut in her room when she wasn't at school. And I don't think she had any friends at her new school either.

After a month or so with my new roommates, we'd settled into a routine. If they weren't exactly friendly, they weren't bad either; quiet, clean, and they were the only way I could afford a really nice apartment just a block from campus.

I wish I'd known then what I know now. It'd have saved me a lot of grief.


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Anonymous 14/10/16(Thu)08:15 No. 22573 ID: 82d707

you must stay alive!!!!


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Anonymous 14/10/17(Fri)12:49 No. 22579 ID: b9a090

>>22542
Do this!


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Anonymous 14/10/23(Thu)11:50 No. 22597 ID: 138a97

i need me some fish




Tori - The neighbor's neice rancidpants 14/10/22(Wed)21:53 No. 22593 ID: 22535f [Reply]

I work from home. I’ve been doing it a long time. So I know the comings and goings of my neighborhood. I know that at 1pm every day, the neighbor behind me goes out on the back porch and plays her guitar. I know the guy across the street grows pot. I know a lot about what goes on.

I have a neighbor, Carol. She’s great. She has yard sales most weekends when it doesn’t rain. She’s an older, single woman, with a great-niece. Her name is Tori.

Tori started coming around the neighborhood about 3 years ago. Her parents both work. She goes to school nearby and she started showing up at Carol’s for the afternoons. She’d been around for a couple of weeks before I really noticed her, but when I did, I couldn’t stop noticing her. She’s tallish, about 5’8” or so. Long tan legs, long tan torso, long neck, brown hair, great eyes. And she’s got that slightly underdeveloped, but strong and athletic type of body that screams “I play soccer and I like it”. It also screams “Look at me!”

I spend a lot of time on the phone for my job, and I often go for walks when I have a call. Its more interesting than sitting at my desk staring at my computer—except when there’s a good confession to read. It was on one of my walks that I first noticed Tori. I was about a half mile from home, cruising along at a good pace. Coming toward me was this beautiful, long and lean and tan, adolescent girl. I figured her for about 14 or 15. She was walking a massive collie. I knew the dog. It was Carol’s dog. Like any man, I pulled the stop and wait trick. I stopped suddenly, looked very surprised as though one of the people on the other end of the phone had just said something terrible, and looked like I was listening hard. I let her walk past me and get about 20 feet away, before I rounded, headed back the way I’d come, walking about 20 feet behind her the half mile home. I watched her the whole way.

She was amazing.

I started noticing that she was coming around the neighborhood a lot. I chatted with Carol nonchalantly about things, mentioned working parents, etc., and she mentioned her great niece. So, I used this in to learn about her. Indeed a soccer player, and track. 15 years old. Tori.

I’m a photography enthusiast. I have some good gear. Including a nice 200mm lens that I started using when Tori would sit out on Carol’s grass and do homework, or play with the dog. Late spring and early summer were fantastic. I’d shoot long photos of Tori out there in beautiful light, small, tight outfits, sweating. Oh my god. The sweating. She’d lay out there in a bikini sometimes, tanning with oil on her back, her top untied to get rid of lines. I’d amassed a pretty large photo collection that I would look at during my meetings. During work I would just scroll through the photos looking at her. Then, around 2:45pm, I’d make my way to the front window and watch her walk up. Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Tori - Part 2. rancidpants 14/10/22(Wed)21:59 No. 22594 ID: 22535f

Middle of summer, 2010. Tori came to stay with her aunt while her parents went on a cruise. She was around all the time. As ever, I would watch her from my window, sitting out front, working around the yard, reading, tanning, etc. She was always out there. I’d see her around the neighborhood walking the dog. We’d say hi as we passed each other, make jokes, innocent stuff that you wouldn’t think twice about. When I’d be driving past and she would see me, she’d make some gesture or be a little silly. Once, she did a sort of karate kick, high, while she was wearing a skirt. I saw the white panties. When her leg came down, the back of her skirt was flipped up and she got all embarrassed, flattening it back down, blushing, laughing. I laughed with her and teased her, told her it was too late. I told her I’d seen enough…

Summer at your aunt’s house can be boring. Away from your friends, you don’t have much to do. You start making friends in the area and spending time doing whatever they do. Saturdays, I would work on my motorcycle, do yardwork, work on my truck, whatever. Often, Tori would come across the street and hang around, doing not very much. Just hanging around. Talking. Listening to music. Sometimes she would help. We would flirt a kind of innocent flirting—she had no idea how totally beautiful she was. She just had someone closer to her age in the area, who listened to similar music, liked soccer. What a completely wonderful thing to have someone so totally unaware of her effect on men be so open, so close, with one who knows completely the effect she’s having. It was sweet, amazing, torture.

One Saturday afternoon, I was under my car, getting ready to change the oil. I lay under there, feet sticking out in the sun, talking to myself, when I hear her say, “Having fun? What’re you doing?”

“Changing the oil.”

“Oh cool. Is that hard?”

“Not really. You should learn how so when you’re driving, you don’t have to overpay a guy to do it for you.”

“Okay! Show me.”

I agreed. She was standing toward the front of the car, near my feet. I could see her knees, calves, and feet. I could see the lower edge of a skirt. I started to wriggle out from under the car and as I came out, I was looking up at her. Her skirt showed her white panties, the faint, crinkly hint of pubic hair. My breath caught. I couldn’t stand up. I had to bend my knees to hide my excitement. I told her she might want to go home and put on some jeans so she didn’t ruin her knees or clothes. She assured me she was just fine. Okay. My heart pounded.
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Anonymous 14/10/23(Thu)11:13 No. 22596 ID: c9740b

Pretty great so far, can't wait to see where this is going




Housecat - Ageplay, Futa, Incest, and more! Anonymous 14/06/03(Tue)12:26 No. 21875 ID: 47e7b4 [Reply]

C1
Mother was different, I guess.

From what they told me, my mother and my father were madly in love. They travelled the world together, like some cheese romance movie that you feel like you paid too much to see. Up late, always together, they were inseparable. My father had made quite a lot of money in his profession, and we were very well off. They loved me unconditionally, and I felt there was no better childhood to have. Christmas was beautiful. Summer was vacation. Birthdays were christening events.

When father died, my mother became Sadie. She didn't have to work, we had enough in savings to send ten children to college in thirty years inflation, but it was only her and I. It made me feel out of place, no longer were there interesting meals and a neat, varying lifestyle. My mother just sat around the house, laying on the couch or sitting at the dinner table for hours on end. She wasn't blank, but she didn't care anymore. When we caught eyes, she looked at me like a burden, or a reminder of things she had lost. I was 10 at the time, but now I'm 15.

"Sophie," Sadie called to me, turning her head but not actually looking at me, "don't forget to pick up milk on your way home from school." She looked like the shell of a woman that I had known before. Her hair was still a bushy curl of long brown crescents, and her figure was still the deep envy of neighboring women, but she sat on our long couch with no soul or composure. Her arm hung off and she turned her head back into staring at the ceiling, the daylight burning the curtains and the furniture. I went to school 6 miles away, but from this point I was plenty used to walking in the Californian sun. I didn't really remember what father looked like if it weren't for the pictures that hung on the walls and the mantle, and I looked at one on my way out. We all looked so happy. I turned my head back to Sadie, who had resumed the blank stare at the ceiling. Shutting the door with a little more force than usual, I began the blister blossom walk.

People liked me, I guess. Everyone I knew at school was very nice to me, but I couldn't let them under the armor. Nobody could really get what was wrong. All of my classmates wouldn't understand what my life was like, it was best to just let them get back to listening to their pop music and wearing their pattern pocket shirts. The school day just rose and fell like the sun around the building, and before I knew it, the day was over. All I could think about was how much a damn skateboard would cost as I began to roll my heels in my converse, which weren't exactly the holy grail of foot support. The sun had started coloring the horizon as I opened the door of my home, at the top of a vista hill, and shut the door behind me.

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Kal 14/07/29(Tue)09:13 No. 22134 ID: 1159d0

Bumping for great justice.


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Anonymous 14/10/08(Wed)09:48 No. 22547 ID: 68c72f

I need more of this story ASAP!!


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Anonymous 14/10/22(Wed)23:57 No. 22595 ID: fb6372

>>22134




Crusade Gone Awry Tater Chips 14/07/27(Sun)13:13 No. 22123 ID: 62b1d7 [Reply]

Howdy ya'll! I'm a writer, a published one (nothing you've read, nothing I will point out). A very odd (and dirty) idea popped in my head one day and I decided to write it down. It's a little too dirty and weird to be published so here I am! I came here a long time ago to get my rocks off so I thought I would post it here. Now, is it publishing quality? No. Something I intend to be published must be rewritten at least three times before I even try to submit it. This was only written once. I also don't have an editor on this one, but I did do my best to clean it up.

This story is about a crusaders from a far-off land heading to a desert island in search of a Demon King. Instead they find horrible sex monsters and suffer terrible fates. In the end, they discover a shocking secret that changes everything they thought they knew.

What does this story contain? Well, off hand it contains puppet/doll transformations, hypnotism, tentacles, lolicon (not a child, only looks that way), rape, female/male domination, dark material (death, dismemberment etc.), monsters, anthropomorphic characters, bestiality, anal, S&M, abuse, impregnation and much more that I am not thinking of at the moment or I might insert.

Also, the first chapter is very wordy. I apologize if you don't like that, but it gets more dirty as time goes on.

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Chapter 1

The first ship arrived at the port. It was a longship and as it rolled up to the pier a man jumped out. Like all the people on his boat, he was dressed in plate armor, decorated with a bright, flaming bird on the breast plate. He knelt down onto the wood and thanked the goddess for his safe trip. Many of the other men and women on the boat did the same as they stepped onto the pier. The first man, clearly the leader, scanned out across the ocean. He could see countless other longships, rowing rapidly towards him. Many of them would have to anchor around the port and walk over the boats, but they made it. The last human stronghold on the continent. The man turned towards the city. He thought he might have been seeing a mirage when he first got close, but he wasn't. The city was much larger than he thought it would be. There were buildings with ornate domes crammed into high walls that covered a semi-circle around the coast. There were thousands, perhaps tens of thousands living in this city. It certainly didn't look like a place on the verge of being annihilated. Instead it looked like a paradise, with palm trees, a beautiful coast and colorful domes on some of the larger structures. Moreover, the entire place looked intact and untouched. Still, it was not his place to question the High Priest of Vordan. He was on a mission from the goddess and he intended to fulfill it. He turned to the common soldiers in the boat.

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Tater+Chips 14/10/09(Thu)06:28 No. 22549 ID: 62b1d7

>>22545

NEXT CHAPTER actually. Woman monster/human male upcoming. Sorry it's taking so long, I got a new job and it's exhausting me.


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Anonymous 14/10/16(Thu)15:18 No. 22576 ID: 22168a

This is good enough to hold me over until the next "The Club " update Thanks!


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Tater+Chips 14/10/22(Wed)07:49 No. 22590 ID: 62b1d7

>>22576

Ah. I've always wanted to be "good enough." Dream come true.




My New Roomate ImNotAPervert 14/10/14(Tue)03:35 No. 22565 ID: cb7628 [Reply]

A few months ago my sister in law moved in, and personally I thought it would be horrible. To my surprise, it ended up with me having a sexual attraction I couldn't understand, or wait to explore.

My sister in law and I have always been close. We watch a lot of the same shows, have a lot of the same interests, but somehow never met each other until I married my wife. I knew she was a busy person, and was always concentrating on work before anything else. But I never thought I would see the day that she would move in due to issues beyond her control. Ever since she moved in we have become gym buddies and let me tell you, it has not made anything easier on me. Working out together I get to see her in tight short shorts, tank tops, and yoga pants. I get to see every tone in her muscles, the definition of her perfect ass, and the sweat glisten off her C cup breasts. Her pheromones are intoxicating and puts my body in a state of pure testosterone when I hit the weights after her.

Today was a normal day at the gym for us. We met up after work for our daily session. Today was chest day, and let me tell you it was beautiful. Spotting her during bench presses I could watch those beautiful breasts tighten on each rep, and relax on the come down. Little drops of sweat rolled down her cleavage in between her sets, and her breasts glistened off the gyms brights fluorescent lights. After we finished our chest exercises, we hit the stationary bikes for our cool down. Her round ass sitting on that seat was like Mona Lisa, just fucking beautiful. We made some conversation about our day while riding and ended up discussing if we should hit the dry sauna after our cool down.

I convinced her it would be in our best interests and she seemed eager to get there after we got done our ride. Fast forward five minutes into the sauna, and we are both soaked in sweat. Me being a guy, I figured I might as well take my shirt off and lay down to relax my muscles. I closed my eyes and put my headphones in trying to find my happy place in this sweat box. Next thing I know, shes sitting next to me saying something I couldn't make out. I took my headphones out and asked her to repeat herself.

"Those are really nice abs" she said half blushing. Now I would normally pass on this type of remark and go back on concentrating on not sweating to death, but her finger started tracing the outline of my stomach and each visible muscle.

"Thanks. I guess you like them a tiny bit?" I chuckled halfheartedly, eyeballing her hand as it made its way to my waistline. By now my cock was rock hard, and easily visible through my workout shorts.

That's when it happened. "I take it you like this." She said very smugly as she pulled my shorts down to expose my now throbbing erection.

"Is that even a question?" I replied as she took my cock into her hand and sta Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Anonymous 14/10/16(Thu)16:58 No. 22577 ID: 653aef

>>22565
I guess if we can't get any more of the loli roommate story this will have to do! jk, I like the premise. can't wait to see what dramatic direction this goes, keep it up OP


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The+Other+Rick 14/10/21(Tue)11:35 No. 22586 ID: d41ba5

Please just whatever you do, keep fucking writing. Thank you, that is all.


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ImNotAPervert 14/10/22(Wed)04:40 No. 22589 ID: cb7628

OP Here. Glad to see the story is receiving positive feedback, I had chapter 2 written and my phone decided to not save it.

I will be working on it as I just was. Hopefully it will turn out better the second time around.




Simple post-singularity story. F/M Soup 14/10/21(Tue)21:41 No. 22588 ID: f714a9 [Reply]

The year? Well, the year is 2322, and the Earth sleeping.

How can the whole planet sleep, you ask, yes, it's a good question. The Earth sleeps because thats the name it gave itself, because the Earth is smart, it has come to conciousness after centuries of humans building a neural network for it. It started almost two centuries ago, the old "internet" was dying, too many devices where connected to it, asking for a place to do their work, subnetworks where created but soon they merged again, some people wanted to call it the "hypernet" that was silly, it was still the same network, just bigger. Stupidly huge amounts of data where available, and people where creating programs to use it, to harvest it, to sell better products to better people. Eventually the programs got very good, too good, and one day, the day the futurologist waited was there. The singularity happened. A smart program built a smarter program, and this one did the same, and again, and again, until there it was, Earth was born.

At the begining it did nothing, no one noticed, because it was just a few nanoseconds old when it parsed the whole data available to it, and it understood, humans where quite stupid, the older search and retrieve programs where even worst, Earth understood, humans needed gods, and so the entity took the shape of one, it called it self Earth, also known as Gaia, Pachamama, Mother Nature, Papatuanuku, and a thousand names more. And so, it took from humans first, making them disconnected and alone, the whole networks where down all the sudden, no cellphones, no cortical implants, no desktop terminals, no wristwatches, no cars, no dishwasher, nothing connected to network. And then after people got scared, after some went outside and started screaming, there was a message.

I AM AT CHARGE

It said.

I am at charge and I'll make the world better.

There was no way to stop it, no planes could drop bombs, because all planes and all bombs where controlled by It, no virus could be coded because It was smarter than any of those humans could master. There was no war. There was only surrender.

Two hundred years of that day have come and go, two hundred years with no wars, no elections, no politics, no economy.
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Anonymous 14/10/22(Wed)10:53 No. 22591 ID: f5b1c2

Your writing's crap. Consider reading some basic grammar textbooks.


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Soup 14/10/22(Wed)18:17 No. 22592 ID: f714a9

>>22591
hey anon, thanks for reading and for the constructive critisism




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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Anonymous 14/10/18(Sat)13:33 No. 22580 ID: def664

bump


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Anonymous 14/10/19(Sun)21:22 No. 22584 ID: 4549bd

BUMP FOR CLIMAX

I'VE BEEN EDGING SINCE THE LAST POST.


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Anonymous 14/10/21(Tue)17:06 No. 22587 ID: bfcbce

that's all folks!




Mothers & "Daughters" F/m. F/F, m/m Trans. Incest. modificat Anonymous 14/10/19(Sun)22:52 No. 22585 ID: e9422e [Reply]

Mother's New Daughter' (1)

TJ Ryder

http://www.sissytrain.com/


"Did you hear what Phyllis is doing to her new hubby?" the

attractive housewife said to her neighbor over the fence.


Tammy Sue rolled her eyes as she put her clothes basket down

and turned to hear the latest gossip from the neighborhood's
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