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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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Anonymous 16/02/14(Sun)09:56 No. 24110 ID: fa3b7b

jesika alba

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.

It's the End of the World as We Know It Phoenix 14/10/29(Wed)17:58 No. 22649 ID: 653aef [Reply]

So I've been meaning to write a story for this board for a while. A couple half-hearted attempts later, I've finished the first chapter! Woo.

I don't know what tags to mark this as, especially since I don't know what any of the tags mean. If you don't like stories with underaged girls, don't read this. If you don't like stories with a super long build up, don't read this.

Let me know what you think, I want feedback because I've never shown anyone my erotic literature before and I don't know if it's even any good. Also, if you have a suggestion I don't mind hearing it, I think I have a general idea of where I want this story to go but I'm not really sure.

Enough fucking around. Chapter 1, go.

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"Dad! Look out!" "Oh hell, Matthew! The door is giving way!!!" "My arm, my fucking arm! Oh my g—"

He woke in a sweat. It was bad enough when he was awake, but now their deaths haunted his scant sleeping hours. His brother, his wife, his son...
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Phoenix!!xlZGywLzWw 16/01/24(Sun)19:51 No. 24086 ID: 4f90ba


It's funny this got bumped, I started wanting to write the next chapter for a few weeks, but it's harder to put ideas into text having been out of writing for this long. The next chapter is going to actually have some Male adult on Female adult action once I get around to finishing it. Tentatively I'll set 29 February as a deadline for the next chapter!

Thank you, though, for the comment. I know some authors burn out because they don't get enough comments on their stories, but I know that for everyone leaving a note there are probably 20 lurkers. So hello to anyone out there, stay tuned!

Bkil 16/01/25(Mon)23:21 No. 24089 ID: 1d57c4

I should have read this story earlier, you've done a good job explaining the characters and the world a bit too.

I just read this story last night after seeing it is about something that does interest me. I normally don't read apocalypse stories but a loli makes everything better.

I'm looking forward to an update.

Anonymous 16/02/14(Sun)06:23 No. 24109 ID: fa2142

You're right about lurkers. I hadn't really thought that that may be a reason for writers not continuing stories and I don't normally make any comments. I'll try to in the future, but I agree with >> 24086, this is a great story and I'm really pleased you're going to continue it!

Maggie May Honeypot!AlPfsrKSFU 16/02/08(Mon)08:44 No. 24098 ID: 883691 [Reply]

I've noticed a pretty distinct lack of girl-on-girl stories here, so I figured, after years of lurking, I'd try my hand at writing. In its current form, this is a one-off. I might change that, though, because I actually really like these characters.

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“Oh, look! Lookie look!”

She’d met Liz at the university in Hamilton. Huddled in the corner of the squat, two story brownstone chapel, she had been… less than cognizant. Sleep deprived, dehydrated and starving – at her weakest. Her absolute most vulnerable - and Liz rescued her. Fed her canned tuna, shared water with her… Liz was clearly much more prepared for this situation.

“The Scranton Ex-puh-why, Maggie! We’ve found the ex-puh-why!”

Maggie giggled as Liz phoneticized the abbreviation, swiping red strands of hair away from her eyes. How Liz managed to maintain an air of cheerful optimism was beyond Maggie. The days ran together, amalgamating into one painful slog as the two teenage girls trudged down US-6 towards Scranton. Maggie was exhausted, and painfully weatherworn; her SPF 20 had run out two days prior. The cool, brisk autumn weather masked the UV rays soaking into her skin.

“What’s in Scranton, Liz?”

“Uh, I mean,” Liz faltered, scratching behind her ear. “A lot of things, Maggie May. Super important to us, though, is a place to crash for the night. Sun’s gonna set soon, and man, it’s cold out these days… you know, I mean, since – well… you know.”
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Anonymous 16/02/13(Sat)05:38 No. 24106 ID: bfb98b

I like it! Nicely written!

Phoenix!!xlZGywLzWw 16/02/13(Sat)16:15 No. 24108 ID: fe6dc2

Cute and sweet, I really enjoyed it!

The Search For Tripp's Club wondash!v4DxM5avR6 15/10/28(Wed)22:30 No. 23932 ID: cc2815 [Reply]

Here we go again with another story in ‘The Club’ universe. The events in this story take place after The Club 2010 (aka A Visit To Tripp’s Club). The plot starts mostly ‘sex free’ but eventually degrades into some really weird shit.

To address my paranoia and for the record, this story and all characters in this story are fictitious. Additionally, all characters in this story (who are fictitious as previously stated) are participating consensually and are of legal age, regardless of the implied or stated age of the (fictitious) roles they portray.


It’s been almost six months since my brother and sister disappeared. Nobody knows exactly when Jack went missing; he was very private about his business travels and it was not uncommon for him to ‘go off the grid’ for weeks on end. But Susan, she had arranged for Mom and me to have dinner with her and Zachary. They were going to tell us some big news. Obviously they were getting engaged. But Zach called us that afternoon. He was panicked; Susan had not returned from the grocery and she was not answering her phone. When we found her car in the parking lot later that night, we called the police.

The police found no evidence of a crime. Her car was locked. Nobody had seen Susan at the store. We filed a missing persons report. Needless to say, the authorities were of little help. Mom… well… mom is having a hard time grasping the situation. She thinks Susan and Jack will just show up at the door any day now. But in my heart I know that’s not true. And somehow their disappearances are related, I’m sure of it. Zachary is also convinced, but he thinks that this is somehow Jack’s fault. “You know the type of people your brother associates with. And his business partners… I’m sure they’re involved. Or at least they know something,” he had said.

So Zach and I flew across the country to search Jack’s beach house. Mom and Zach didn’t want me to go at first. But I was on break from college for the summer and I had some vacation days at my internship; I convinced them to let me help. Plus, I had the key to his house from when I went to visit him the prior year. As we expected the house was immaculate. Both his cars, the Porsche and the Audi were parked in the garage. The kitchen had almost no food. Nothing seemed disturbed or out of place. In his bedroom we found a couple of suitcases pulled out by the closet and his dresser drawers seemed rather empty. This all implied that he was away on business or vacation. I booted the laptop in his office but without the password it was useless.

We were just about to give up when I suggested we check his mailbox. As it turned out, there was a single envelope. It had no stamp or return address – someone had hand delivered it. “Open it, it’s our only clue.” Zach hesitated. “Come on, we have no choice.” Slowly he ope Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

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Anonymous 16/02/09(Tue)10:40 No. 24100 ID: f58f97


Chapter 10 wondash!v4DxM5avR6 16/02/12(Fri)06:32 No. 24104 ID: cc2815

Chapter 10

I wanted to cry but there were no more tears left. I wanted to scream but there was nobody to help. All I could do was close my eyes and wait. How many days had passed since we left on the mission to save my sister and brother? It seemed like nothing could stop us. We had a ship with a seasoned captain, a strong first mate, and two ex-marines for protection. Now we were all separated… captured… or worse. I thought of Skyler, that night we spent together. I felt so safe with her. Nothing was off limits. I would have let her do anything to me, and she did. Here on this island the same was true, nothing was off limits… except I didn’t have any choice. I was a sex slave.

I opened my eyes. I had to prepare myself. They would undress me. They would touch me, anywhere they wanted, everywhere. The ropes held my legs open, spreading my pussy. All that boy had to do was walk up and push his penis into me. He would lose his virginity and take mine at the same time. Would it hurt? Would I get pregnant? Now the tears came. Then the door opened. I expected to see the dad or the boys. But instead I saw my sister.

“Melanie! Oh god, it’s true.” “Susan, Susan!” I began sobbing. She entered the room but did not come closer, instead looking over her shoulder. The dad came in next, followed by the two brothers. “It’s ok Susan; you can go to your baby sister.” My sister hugged me as best she could. “P-please Susan, d-d-don’t l-l-let th-them hu-hur-hurt me,” tears pouring from my eyes. “I’ll try,” she whispered. “Boys, take Susan in the back for a few minutes, I need to talk with Melanie in private.” “But da-a-ad. We want to…” “No buts. I’ll call you back out very soon.” “Can I touch Susan’s tits?” “Yes, you both can. But nothing more. Understand.” The younger boy took Susan by the hand, like she was his mom, and led her into one of the back bedrooms. She didn’t give him any resistance. Mike followed and closed the door behind.

Instantly the man’s demeanor changed. “So, turns out what you told us is true, you really are a stranger on this island. When Tripp got hold of your picture he wanted you brought back to the main facility. I mean hell, look at this body.” He was standing next to me and began to run his fingers slowly up the criss-cross lacing of the bodice. “No, please don’t,” I squeaked almost silently. “Then when he found out you came searching for your brother and sister…” His hand traced the curve of my breast. “Who by the way are both Club members I’ve been told.” Two fingers slipped under the cup and began touching, fondling. I looked away but he pulled my face back. “Well… you can’t imagine how much money I had to pay to change his mind.” Pealing the clingy material off my breast he leaned down and took my nipple into his mouth. “N-n-o no.” I gasped has he gently flicked my sensitive n Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

Anonymous 16/02/13(Sat)07:35 No. 24107 ID: e618d6

Oh man. 11 when?

San Francisco Wazzles !JUD7F1CtU. 14/08/06(Wed)19:22 No. 22193 ID: e633c7 [Reply]

Hello all.
I've written some short stories so I'll keep this short. It's a story about loving a dickgirl and the heartache and buttache that comes with it. It's my first longstory, it's slow. It's not done yet: I want the readers to pick a cool ending. I have about 6 chapters ready to go with a few more in the draft stages. If this thread dies I will make it clear. Hopefully that doesn't happen. If you find any typos, inconsistencies or fuckups please let me know.
Hope you enjoy.

global tags: herm on male, mf, femdom, futadom, reluctance, group, kinda romancey



I gulped. It was only a natural response, when something is clogging up your windpipe you have two choices - cough or swallow or suffocate. I can’t be blamed for picking the latter can I?
“Good boooy” she goaded, one hand on my throat, feeling my hyoid bone slide gooey contents down the tube. Her other hand brushed sweaty hair out of my eyes and tears from the side of my face. They weren’t tears of pain or sadness. Okay, maybe a little bit of pain. I gasped for my first full lung of air since we started, now my throat was completely empty, if it weren’t for the sticky sides - the way it clung to the walls like fried eggs. Stop thinking about eggs I focused on her face, flushed and pleased. My eyes, only slightly defiant, stared up into hers through the dark. I could still see them glitter with satisfaction as they wandered past mine, over me to the other side of the room. Hidden under the blankets I couldn’t see what was happening there, even if I could hear it; gentle moans and heady grunts, two different voices. Bronte’s hand went from my throat to my chin and a single finger beckoned me up her body, my tongue dragging up her sweat lined skin. She giggled in response.
“You’re getting good” she claimed, pulling my body against hers once we were face to face, naked skin touching naked skin. She had a little smirk on her face that looked like ’I know you enjoy it’
She planted a kiss on my forehead and her hands roamed over my skin. “Roll over” gestured, pushing my hips slightly. I silently agreed and turned to my other side - little spoon. From here I could see where the noise was coming from -

“That’ll be you tomorrow” Bronte claimed, both her promise and my body.

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Wazzles !JUD7F1CtU. 15/11/05(Thu)12:09 No. 23959 ID: 9e9d33

The time has come
The chapters I've written down for 10 and 11 are terrible so they're getting a complete re-write.
I've always wanted to finish and work has begun again. Stay tuned.

Anonymous 15/12/23(Wed)17:46 No. 24051 ID: 8a9656

I love this so much. Can't wait for it to be continued.

Anonymous 16/02/11(Thu)11:52 No. 24103 ID: 9b1f4a

Don't know who's being strung along and blue-balled more, us or our protagonist here...

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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Unseen Forces At Work Skibby 16/01/30(Sat)20:52 No. 24092 ID: a69226

I thought I'd feel something drastically different and that's how I'd know it was working, but the change was gradual enough that I stopped watching myself as Charlotte began digging through outfits in the closet. She kept handing me things: pantyhose, skirts, blouses, a strapless dress that looked almost like a black sock.

She saw my look of doubt and grinned, "It stretches, don't worry."

"But it won't look right."

She stopped, "Why not?"

She looked at my body, and I could tell my clothes were fitting me strangely. I went to walk over to her mirror and she grabbed my wrist playfully.

"Not yet. Wait a minute more" she giggled.

I couldn't even see myself really under the pile of clothes she had heaped in my arms for me to try. Underneath my own clothes, I could feel things moving in a vague sort of way. My shirt felt like a huge trash bag over my body and my shorts felt loose on my waist, but snagged on my hips which felt odd, since I had previously had a notably flat ass. The stack of clothes seemed to get heavier and bulkier, and I realized that Charlotte hadn't actually added anything to the pile in a while.

The clothes were growing on their own.
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Anonymous 16/02/10(Wed)13:13 No. 24101 ID: 7f05fa

I REALLY want to see where this is all going. Good writing, and it's always nice when a story has good buildup before just jumping straight in to the sex. Please keep writing

Anonymous 16/02/10(Wed)15:53 No. 24102 ID: 6d36b3

great concept, keep it up

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 16/02/04(Thu)07:57 No. 24093 ID: c98512

plz return op

Bkil 16/02/05(Fri)21:01 No. 24094 ID: 1d57c4

You included post 17843 in the file on the ASSTR site when I'm pretty sure that post wasn't the OP.

Wan Shi Tong!!H2L2Z0LGV5 16/02/06(Sat)12:17 No. 24097 ID: 3808ac

Thank you Bkil, I will try to be more thorough next time.

Please help me find this amazing story! Anon 16/02/05(Fri)23:30 No. 24095 ID: 0e6e88 [Reply]

Forever ago I read an awesome story that I can not seem to find again. A guy ends up going to a female scientist(?), I think he replied to an ad? And they end up going through alternate dimensions somehow. In one of them he turns into her vagina and it describes this sensation of her getting horny. In another THERES a bunch of floating penises that gangbang her. If anyone can tell me what story this is you'd rock!

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 15/11/23(Mon)11:06 No. 24008 ID: 883691

uncle rick pls

Anonymous 15/11/24(Tue)23:16 No. 24009 ID: d91c76

This is excellent. I'm looking forward more to seeing these characters progress rather than the sex part. Not that the sex doesn't help.

Anonymous 16/01/29(Fri)07:10 No. 24091 ID: 781662

Bump full of misplaced optimism and jizz.

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