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Neon and eyeliner. IrishDevil !!plAwNkZmL5 18/02/22(Thu)07:13 No. 25393 ID: ef02bd [Reply]

Alright folks, this will be coming out in parts.


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My father Eamon had been IRA, during the troubles. He had met my mother Teagan defending a town from the INLA in the late 70s. She had, at the time, been only 16, while he had been 20. Her family had fed him and a few other fighters following a firefight. Her red hair, Da had said, was the brightest thing he'd seen, and her blue eyes "bore straight through his soul". That night she'd met him in secret and they made love for the first time.
They would later marry, and had me, their bouncing baby boy Ronan in the late 80s. My hair as black as Da's and my eyes a bright green. My mother had unfortunately developed a brain tumor when I was 8 and passed away shortly after it was discovered. Da was despondent for months afterward.
As a result of all of this, I grew up with a strong respect for and knowledge of firearms and Irish culture and history, as well as some knowledge of military and political workings. I also grew up valuing every day, knowing that it could be my last. I grew up listening to all kinds of music, and found myself especially enamoured with the gothic subgenres, and later the industrial genres in my teens. I wore business casual clothing and a deathhawk, and Nora, a girl I dated in high school had begun to get me wearing eyeliner. My father simply shook his head. He didn't care so long as I kept my grades up and stayed in shape. I hung around a few local clubs in my late teens and even DJed at one, briefly.
I ended up pursuing a career with the Defense forces, owing largely to my father's training, and worked my way into the Sciathán Fiannóglaigh an Airm(Army Ranger Wing), where I quickly became an accomplished sniper and travelled around the world a bit on some peacekeeping missions and joint task forces.

It was in Afghanistan that I met one of the most beautiful women I'd ever seen. I'd sat down at a table at one of the many bases after an astoundingly tough night op. I was sore and exhausted, having spent hours laying stock still with my rifle in hand followed by another hour of constantly providing cover fire and dodging haphazard return fire, switching positions to keep those fuckers guessing. It had ended with an RPG hitting a half-broken floor below me and collapsing supports...and then the floor I was crouching on at the time. While I hadn't broken anything I had taken a single bullet graze to the side of my then-bald head and my uniform, as a result of the collapse, was absolutely caked in desert dust and abdobe and a little bit of blood on the shoulder. I wanted a dram and a hot meal and sleep. I had at least been able to secure a bowl of soup. A woman with Canadian uniform had walked in, sat down across from me, and pushed a flask of Jameson's in my direction.
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IrishDevil!!OyMTH0MzH5 19/02/23(Sat)07:10 No. 25986 ID: ec10a0

Work, anime, and actually sorting out life and family shit has been keeping me away.
I'm thinking up some stuff for the next little bit of the story. Going to be adding in bits of more sexy stuff later on. I just don't want any of it to seem forced. Quality first, fappability second.


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Anonymous 19/02/27(Wed)16:14 No. 25988 ID: f7d3f6

>>25986
Good call, I.D., wait on the muse, it will lead you aright.


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IrishDevil !!RjAQN1MwOu 19/04/09(Tue)00:15 No. 26043 ID: ceba6d

Hey folks I'm back. Hopefully I remembered my tripcode properly. If not, this is the one I'll be using from here on in.
My computer died a while back and it took me a while after getting a new one to feel up to writing again.
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Barely conscious thoughts swirled round in my head. I became dimly aware of a pleasant sensation somewhere. Familiar but my mind was struggling back to consciousness and I couldn't quite figure it out.
My penis. The feeling was in my penis. What? The fuck was going on?
My eyes snapped open and looked down to see a mass of purple. Maven. When did she get here? Wait. WHAT?
"...the fuck?" I continued out loud. With a long slurp and a pop Maven pulled back, letting my quite erect cock fall out of her mouth.
"Bree sent me in with a glass of water for ya and you was already stiff, so I thought It'd be fun." She said with a wicked grin. She began to lower her head again, and finally my cognitive processes switched on. Her friends were over again, I'd gone for another rest. Maven had been flirting and I had found it exhausting and a little annoying. She was far too cheeky lately. Waitaminute. 15. Maven's 15. And giving me one of the best gobs I've ever experienced. 15. NOPE! TIME TO STOP!
With a great deal of mental effort, I placed my hand against her forehead and pushed her off, sitting up in bed and pulling the sheets over my lap.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING, GIRLIE?" I yelled at her. She looked genuinely shocked. Her eyes even misted up a touch.
Looking over her shoulder I could see Bree in the doorway.
"What's all the commotion?" I heard her say. Then she registered my state, the little bit of drool on Maven's lower lip, and the position Maven was in kneeling on the foot of the bed, and the other shoe finally dropped with a "MAVEN? WHAT THE FUCK? YOU SLUT!"
"But I..." was all Maven got out in protest before Bree seized her by the arm and dragged her out of the room.
Now I had stepped in it. This was going to become a mess fast. After a second or two of hearing hushed arguing and the occasional rise in pitch and volume I pulled on a pair of gym shorts and pulled myself up on the crutch. I wasn't sure what to do but I had to say something as the adult in the situation.
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Canvas Stef 14/11/21(Fri)22:14 No. 22859 ID: ebd7e7 [Reply]

(mind control, gender change, solo, m/f)

The first time it happened, I didn't know what I was doing.

I hadn't been able to sleep. This wasn't especially abnormal, but usually I'd have to skip a night's rest and then the next day I'd be able to get a few hours in. Enough to feel human.

This was study hall, which amounted to a blow off class for most of us. I was going on 72 hours without any shuteye and while the girls in front of me were playing a card game and the football guys were talking about freshman girls in the corner behind me, I was resting my head on my arms and trying to count some sheep.

I had been becoming more and more serious in art class over the last few years and now that I was a senior, art had become my calling. The teacher had let me move from pencils to colored pencils to paint by the time I was a sophomore and I was a regular in highschool art exhibitions now. This got me out of P.E. and needing fine arts credits and with most of my serious classes done now, I could use art class as an excuse to get half days when I wanted them.

The lack of sleep was beginning to affect my work, though, so I slowed my breathing and ignored the noise everyone was making in an attempt to get some of that back. My social life was basically nil due to what my doctor said might be a rare form of autism. I find it hard to meet people, and my sex drive suffers from the antidepressants. Painting really is all I have, most days.

Sleep came over me like it usually did, a fickle thing that came when I was at the breaking point. Sometimes, due to my restlessness, I have what they call lucid dreams. Sitting in studyhall, I was aware that I was asleep, but still cognizant enough to know that I was sleeping. Most of my rest is that way.

This time, everything was even more vivid than usual. I could actually see the girls there having a conversation. I moved over to them, looking over my shoulder to see myself sleeping still. A haze hung over the classroom, like they were playing cards in a burning building. Somewhere, in a dense bank of black clouds in the corner, I could hear the football players laughing about something.
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Anonymous 16/03/01(Tue)15:31 No. 24138 ID: f7b914

would like this to be continued


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Anonymous 16/04/29(Fri)07:02 No. 24233 ID: cd9818

Such a good concept,dont stop now!


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Anonymous 19/04/06(Sat)08:50 No. 26040 ID: a26e45

No question, this HAS to continue. I hope that the main character figures out how to keep jumping from body to body, slowly increasing his control... and how extreme his appetites become.




Mutt Ms. Lizzie 18/08/06(Mon)07:13 No. 25736 ID: 17aae3 [Reply]

CHAPTER ONE — SELF-DISCOVERY

(teen girl solo; bestiality)

When she got off the bus, there were no cars in the driveway. When she lingered in the foyer, there were no sounds echoing through the house. When she called out to announce that she was home from school, nobody answered: She was well and truly alone... and, as usual, she planned to take advantage of that! During summer break, Riley's parents tracked down somebody to check in on her throughout the work day—but when school was in session, they found it easier to let her play latchkey kid for two or three hours following the end of a school day. After all, how much trouble could a 14-year-old girl get up to on her own?

Riley hurried up the shag-lined stairs to the second floor, spinning around the banister at the second-story landing and bustling into her room at the end of the hallway. She nudged the door open and deposited her backpack on the ground, kicking her shoes into a lonely corner while she unbuttoned her jean shorts and wiggled out of them. She lingered for just a moment in front of her full-sized hanging mirror, turning this way and that in her pink polka dot undies.

It had been a summer of changes: No longer was her body a flat line! Her hips had flared noticeably, and she'd grown a small A cup's worth of chest practically overnight. There were bigger girls at school, for sure, but the jiggly new boobs she'd cultivated between June and August earned her plenty of attention at school. Just the other day she'd worn a bright blue bra beneath a white tee, and she'd noticed a boy in her history class eyeing her and fidgeting in his seat every few minutes. Riley decided that it was nice to be appreciated.

She'd also managed to wear her mom down over the better part of three months, and just before school resumed she'd cut her chest-length hair short—into a cute little pixie 'do—and bleached it a very flattering blonde. She thought the platinum matched her blue eyes nicely.

Riley peeled her panties off and tossed them in a wad into her half-full hamper, scrutinizing her sex in the mirror. She thought it looked nice, with tiny little lips tucked neatly together—though her clitoris was a little more pronounced than she'd have preferred. A little tuft of dark-brown hair had started to come in at the top of her vulva, and she regularly waffled between shaving it and letting it grow out. Riley thought it made her look sort of... mature? And besides, nobody else was getting a look at it anytime soon, right? Who would she even be shaving for?

Right. Deciding she'd dithered long enough, Riley climbed into bed and settled her back against the wall of pillows that dominated the head of her bead, spreading her legs apart and hiking her knees up. She shut her eyes and let one hand wander down to the tippy top of her sex, planting two fingers ju Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Anonymous 19/04/04(Thu)20:13 No. 26032 ID: dac5cd

fuckin’ yes


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Ms.+Lizzie 19/04/05(Fri)10:02 No. 26034 ID: b1099e

CHAPTER THREE — SECRET KEEPER

Boy cock, in Riley's humble opinion, tasted a lot like dog and horse cock.

The teacher had sent Adam to find Riley when it became evident that she had lagged behind—and so, of course, he'd found her in perhaps the most compromising position imaginable. Well... at least she wasn't trying to get Butternut to fuck her. That would have been worse. Maybe.

So mortified that she thought she might hurl, Riley begged Adam not to tell anybody. To her great shock, surprise and elation, once he'd picked his jaw up off the floor, Adam agreed—he'd keep Riley's secret... but at a price. He made her promise on the spot to do "that stuff" with him. When she waffled briefly, he pointed out that she'd been willing to suck off a horse, so why not a human? She agreed, of course. What other option did she have? Tell him, 'No, go ahead, let the teacher know I was too busy swallowing horse cum to feed the baby goats'? Not likely!

Now Riley found herself on her knees in her bedroom, sliding Adam's hard cock in and out of her mouth. It was Friday and—as usual—her parents wouldn't be home till midnight, so when Adam texted her asking if he could come over, she said yes.

Frankly, sucking a boy off was way easier than blowing Jake or Butternut. His cock was just a little smaller than her dalmatian's, and way less... spurty! She liked Jake's cum, of course, but the constant swallowing was exhausting. And she couldn't even get the flared tip of Butternut's horse cock into her mouth, so that was a wash by comparison.

But the best part about sucking a boy's cock was that, for the most part, Adam stayed put. He wasn't prone to restlessness like Jake, and the most he'd contributed to this exchange was the occasional grunt and, just moments ago, placing one hand on the back of her head. Riley liked that, though she wasn't entirely sure why.

She bobbed her head, slurping Adam's hard cock into her mouth, then retreated to its tip before sliding her lips back to its base. His veiny shaft throbbed against her tongue, and she thought the whole thing looked neat, shiny from her spit.
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Anonymous 19/04/05(Fri)15:05 No. 26037 ID: bbe66b

Nice! I had given up on this updating, but do please continue.




Shared Generic Fantasy World Stonebrow!AN26.8FkH6 19/01/22(Tue)05:27 No. 25930 ID: bbe66b [Reply]

A Boy and His Goblin m/F

Sulka sighed to herself, “To think that I’ve been reduced to this,” she thought.

She was sitting in a tree, scoping out a farm to raid.

“Raid, ha! Who am I kidding. I’m going to steal a chicken so I don’t starve,” she mumbled.

It was a nice farm, she had decided, at least as farms go. She had seen a number of them, and even led an actual raid on a plantation once.

She had watched long enough. Everyone was out in the field, or attending to other livestock. The chickens were unguarded.

Hop out of the tree, a quick dash, into the coop, grab a bird, snap goes the neck.

Out again, around the corner, over the bush, into the boy-
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Stonebrow!AN26.8FkH6 19/01/22(Tue)20:09 No. 25934 ID: bbe66b

>>25933

Not really. I've kept all my stories, but most of them are old and shit or unfinished.

So, theoretically, these two stories (and another one I'm working on) will be connected when they all get together and form an adventuring party. There will be erotic DnD style adventure and hijinks.

I say theoretically because at this rate, I'll get it done around the same time Martin finishes writing GoT.

If you look around here though, you can probably find some of my old stuff. Mandragora Girl shouldn't have fallen off yet. Maybe Mile High Exploding Metal Sausage as well.


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Anonymous 19/01/25(Fri)10:17 No. 25938 ID: 9481a9

Absolutely amazing storytelling! I'll be honest the beginning of the boy and his goblin had me so entertained I kinda forgot this was an erotic story. The way you wrote Sulkas dialogue was very clever and really helped imagine her accent.
The erotic scenes were well paced and the details describes was just enough to let the imagination fill in the blanks.
I genuinely want to hear more stories of boy and gobbo as well as more stories in general from you! Bravo!


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Ethereal 19/04/04(Thu)06:13 No. 26030 ID: 8e6e98

The boy and the goblin was a great story, more would be nice.




More rough first story Htjfksosk 19/03/27(Wed)06:03 No. 26024 ID: b0b9de [Reply]

Going in a bunch of places, lemme know what you like best. Codes
mFg rp nc drug bdsm bd Ped inc mdom

My Loli Whore and Our Slut Mother

"Mommy slave! Where the fuck is my nasty whore mother and our little pet daughter? And why arent they waiting by the front door ass up and face down?," I'd just gotten home from a particularly shitty shift,and was in no mood for her to play games. Pet mommys don't get to play games. Pet mommys have games played with them. More fundamentally, Pet mommys don't get to do anything for them selves. They get things done to them.. And if this bitch that birthed me was one thing, it was my pet. . Well, I say pet because it brings to mind the collar and doggystyle and submissiveness, all of which definitely applied to mommy, but really she was lower than a pet. Lower than an animal. Completely and utterly, I owned her. She was my property. A dirty fucking piece of flesh for me to have my way with. Just like the little loli she'd made for me
But she wasn't where she was supposed to be. Where she'd met me like the desperate dog she was every time I came home, for the past 8 years since I'd drugged, cajoled, and finally forced her into her New role. Though really, it wasn't at all new, and the only reason she'd fought me had been because she wanted to feel my force overcome her, roughly. She'd known she was destined to be nothing but a piece of fuckmeat since she was conscious of her pussy, and I think she suspected the reason I was born was to own her. Our daughters purpose had always been even clearer. Before she was born, even before she was a desperate, horny, twinkle in our pedo mommys eyes, she was fated to be property.
"Mother slu-!" I started to yell angrily again before I saw a note by the stairs.
" your mother and her cunt hole cannot apoligize enough for disobeying her sons standing order, but i wanted to surprise you with something I'm pretty sure you'll enjoy. We're upstairs in the bedroom, apologies for not welcoming you home but we're a little incapacitated ." Written in her elegant cursive, in red ink, it was signed with two dark purple lipstick stains, one much much smaller than the other. I smirked despite myself, I didn't mind her doing something on her own every now and again if it's purpose was solely to turn me on, and i had a feeling this would. Either way of course they would both have to be punished severely for disobeying.
I sprang upstairs, ripping my shirt off and unbuckling my belt. When I pushed open the door to the bedroom the three of us shared, I was not disappointed. Spread eagle, tightly tied, and wearing nothing but black nylon thigh highs, gloves, and cat ears, were my girls. Our whore mother was on her back with our daughter lying stomach down on top of her. Their pussys were perfectly aligned so I could rub i Message too long. Click here to view the full text.




Rough first attempt unfinished Dfreeed 19/03/16(Sat)09:13 No. 26010 ID: 2fc4cd [Reply]

Tags mFg bd inc rp slave drugs reluc licking Ped bi


"Mommy slave! Where the fuck is my pretty nasty whore mother and slutty little pet daughter? And why arent they waiting by the front door ass up and face down?" I'd just gotten home from a particularly shitty shift and was in no mood for her to play games. Pet mommys don't get to play games. Pet mommys have games played with them. Pet mommys don't get to do things. They get things done to them.. And if this bitch that birthed me was one thing absolutely, it was my pet. Completely and utterly, I owned her. Well, I say pet because it brings to mind the collar and doggystyle and submissiveness, all of which definitely applied to mommy, but really she was lower than a pet. Lower than an animal. She was my property, a dirty fucking piece of flesh for me to have my way with. But she wasn't where she was supposed to be. Where she'd been everyday for the past 8 years since I'd drugged, cajoled, and finally forced her into her New role. Though really it wasn't that new, and the force she'd made me use had been because she wanted to see it. She'd known she was destined to be nothing but a piece of fuckmeat since she was conscious of her pussy, and I think she suspected the reason I was born was to own her. Our daughters purpose had always been even clearer. Before she was born, even before she was a desperate, horny twinkle in our pedo moms eyes, she was fated to be property.
"Ma-!" I started to yell angrily again before I saw a note by the stairs.
" your mother and her cunt hole cannot apoligize enough for disobeying her sons standing order, but i wanted to surprise you with something I'm pretty sure you'll enjoy. We're upstairs in the bedroom, apologies for not welcoming you home but we're a little incapicated." Written in her elegant cursive, in red ink, it was signed with two dark purple lipstick stains, one much much smaller than the other. I smirked despite myself, I didn't mind her doing something on her own every now and again if it's purpose was solely to turn me on, and i had a feeling this would. Either way of course they would both be punished severely for disobeying.
I sprang upstairs, ripping my shirt off and unbuckling my belt. When I pushed open the door to the bedroom the three of us shared, I was not disappointed. Spread eagle, tightly tied, and wearing nothing but nylon thigh highs, gloves, and cat ears, were my girls. Our whore mother was on her back with our daughter lying stomach down on top of her. Their pussys were perfectly aligned so I could rub against both at the same time, and our little girls face was centered right in between our mothers tits. Their mouths were forced open by large ring gags, and they both dripped huge quantities of drool. By the bed I saw two syringes, one about half full. A note under them read,
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Anonymous 19/03/16(Sat)13:21 No. 26011 ID: 0817ca

Holy shit that was a guilty nut. Keep going !


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Anonymous 19/03/19(Tue)04:16 No. 26016 ID: beff8e

As a fan of Nick Fellheimer, I wholeheartedly approve of this shit. Well done. Keep at it, you dirty magnificent mother-fucker.




Susie and the Bear Steven R. Overton 18/05/30(Wed)04:55 No. 25571 ID: f7d3f6 [Reply]

I’ve revised my previous forward, thinking it was a bit condescending and flippant. I’m used to other chans that don’t much respect author’s work, and I’m kind of protective of this particular piece, since it’s the true account of my and my sister’s life.

I can’t vouch for the accuracy of every word, since we’re talking a span of 60 years. I’ve colored in some of the fading black-and-white photos of my memories with what I’m sure is more witty repartee than we could have produced as children, and sharpened a few outlines here and there. But the experiences we went through are as vivid to me as if it was yesterday, and are portrayed exactly as they occurred. Believe it or not.

For those to whom it matters, I will be discussing sex between half siblings, beginning at about age 10 and 8 years and extending through adolescence and onward.


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Susie and the Bear "oil night" SRO 18/06/30(Sat)02:41 No. 25674 ID: f7d3f6

My adventurous sister introduced us to yet another awesome activity on the Valentine’s weekend after her 16th birthday. Our (dear, trusting) parents left town for a romantic holiday of their own, leaving us to our own devices. Which we took full advantage of. Saturday night, Susan kicked me out of the bedroom while she made secret preparations. I bided my time until she indicated I could come in. I was truly impressed.

Candles surrounded the darkened room, a single incense stick burning in a glass, and very faint Eastern music playing on our portable reel-to-reel. But what really had my attention was that the bed was covered with a black plastic sheet.

“Whoa!” I faltered, “Are we doing a voodoo sacrifice or something?”

“Be still, vassal,” she commanded, grinning, “lie on the altar like a good offering to the gods of love.”

We were both undressed already. I lay on the bed, the plastic crinkling under me, a bit uncomfortable on my skin. Susan went to the side of the room where a pot was sitting on a hot plate, set to “warm”. She dipped her fingers in the pot, testing the temperature, and deciding it was right, she scooped a cupful out and brought it over to the bed.

“What’s this?” I asked curiously.

“Shhhh…,” she shushed, “turn over.”

I obediently rolled onto my stomach and rested my head on my forearms. She pulled my arms out and down to my sides, and placed a small towel under my head. Then I felt something warm and wet on my back. She started to rub the substance into my skin, and then to firmly work my shoulders and torso. I quickly realized it was cooking oil, and she was giving me a nice hot oil massage.
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Susie and the Bear "the GYN exam" SRO 18/06/30(Sat)02:57 No. 25675 ID: f7d3f6

College educations at state universities were a lot better funded by the taxpayers in those days than they are now, but they still weren’t free, and our folks weren’t rich. I took a lot of part-time jobs to help with the expenses. One was as the night janitor in a three-story medical office building. It wasn’t glamorous but it paid well enough, and in my four years in the Navy I’d done a lot harder and more humble things.

Anyway, Susan objected to my not being able to be home for two hours, five nights a week, so she started accompanying me to help get the job done faster. I did appreciate it, because I also needed to study long hours, and I enjoyed her company, whatever we were doing. She did the vacuuming while I cleaned toilets and ash trays and dumped the trash. (Hard to realize they allowed smoking in doctor’s office waiting rooms in those days.)

The second floor of the building was an OB-GYN office. We were doing our regular routine one night, and I was cleaning one of the examining rooms when an idea crossed my horny young mind. I called Susan from the other room, and I told her to get up on the table.

“HAHA, you pervert!”, she laughed, but without hesitation she shucked her pants and hopped up, placing her feet in the stirrups. I found the controls and lowered the table to just the right height, and gave her a very thorough exam with my lips and tongue. After she gasped out an excruciating orgasm, I dropped my own pants and gave her a good hard fucking in the standing position. She was able to cum again before I blasted mine into her womb.

She allowed that this was awesome and we needed to get our own table like this some day, but once the novelty had worn off, I felt it was kind of too clinical and we didn’t even do it again in that medical office. It was a good thing that they didn’t have 24-hour security cameras everywhere in those days.

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Anonymous 19/03/04(Mon)17:06 No. 25997 ID: 9560c8

This is really good, old man. We're waiting for a continuation.




Underage Erotica Anonymous 18/05/04(Fri)07:38 No. 25530 ID: 5ea536 [Reply]

I recently read two books that contained underage sex/desire, and found both fascinating.

The First was Tampa by Alissa Nutting, and the second was End of Alice by A.M Holmes. Both books are highly sexually graphic.

Tampa is about a young female teacher who is sexually attracted to fourteen year-old boys and will do anything in her power to seduce them.

End of Alice is narrated by a middle-aged pedophile who is serving a life sentence in prison. He receives correspondence from a 19-year-old girl who plans to seduce her 12-year-old neighbour. He encourages her and gives her tips on seducing children and delights in the girl's letters detailing her progress.

What I am looking for: A highly erotic book where the main plot is focused on underage sex and/or desire. The more graphic the better.

What I am definitely NOT looking for: Violence or child murder, a book about overcoming abuse or anything that is poorly written or reads like amateurish fan-fiction.

Other books I have read on this theme were Lolita, and books by Anais Nin. Lolita was well written, but obviously lacked any graphic sex scenes, while Anais Nin didn't really captivate me for some reason.

Books that seem to roughly match what I am after, but havent read yet i've listed below:
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Anonymous 18/06/23(Sat)14:56 No. 25654 ID: 9d49ee

>>25530
Firefly by Peirs Anthony


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Shadow 18/06/23(Sat)15:46 No. 25655 ID: 44728f

>>25654
Firefly has a scene in it, but it is not the focus of the book. Rather the book is somewhere between a monster horror book and the erotic tales told by a woman that has issues.


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Anonymous 19/02/19(Tue)02:46 No. 25972 ID: 287f90

>>25654
In Peirs Anthony's biography, he considers the sex scene between the 5yo and the adult in firefly to the most erotic thing he ever wrote.




Lets Hold Hands Anonymous 16/12/31(Sat)08:54 No. 24859 ID: 375e0d [Reply]

Tags: incest, M(17)g(11), kinda vanilla other than maybe a trap showing up later maybe

I want more stories where incest hook ups are more deliberate as opposed to "Caught ya naked/masturbating, let's fug." So I tried this out. I set the girl's age at 11, but the way I wrote her dialogue might be more appropriate for like 14 or something. Who knows? I'm new at this and am desperate for feedback

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Everyone's heard the expression of wells running dry, right? What I did was more like filling the whole damn thing up with rocks, or poison. Had no one else to blame but myself, too. Really, man. I didn't realize how lucky I was till after I fucked everything up. I mean, I ended up finding a new well, so to speak, and honestly the set up I've got now is waaayy better. But anyway, I guess I'll start from the beginning, right?

I'm a junior at Cadia Christian Academy high school, and holy shit the girls here are fucking heavenly. Wow, why can't I be witty like that for English class? Anyway, way more often than not the girls are either hot, gorgeous, beautiful, or a combination of all of the above with some cute and adorable sprinkled in. Also, what they say about Christian girls being sluts? True. But, like. They're complicated and contradictory sluts. That's exactly why I'm in this situation in the first place. Wait, was I supposed to tell you more about me before getting to that part?

People sometimes kinda poke fun at me for being the quintessential jock type. I'm not the star quarterback, but I'm tall (6'2"), and I for sure have gains (220 pounds, like 17% body fat or something last I checked). You kinda gotta be big to be a linebacker, you know? I'm not afraid to admit I'm not the smartest dude, either. It took so much God damn effort to get a C in chemistry. And algebra. And history and english and... you get the idea. I'm lucky and grateful for my genetics, though- big and fit, brown hair and blue eyes, and I guess kinda charming? Mainly I just know how to play to my strengths without freaking out when I talk to girls. That's what worked on dozens of Cadia Christian Academy girls, so I'll take it.

I've got a raging libido, so it was pretty damn great that so many girls at CCA were down to fuck or mess around. The key was discretion, mostly. That, and paying attention. It's important for keeping up appearances. Like, say last week I was talking to Esther, this smoking senior girl. On the surface we talked about bible verses and Godly living, mainly so our beloved puritanical teachers and staff wouldn't be suspicious. But, when we started making eyes at eachother, there was a different context completely. At that point, all she had to do was mention how her parents go to bible study wedensday nights, but she st Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Anonymous 17/12/17(Sun)03:45 No. 25229 ID: bbe66b

First of all, this is great. Really nice, I hope for more.

>>24891
These elusive "low story, nothing but sex" that everyone seems to complain about that don't actually exist anywhere.

That stuff was all over the place, but laws caught up. You're also looking in the wrong places apparently.

Try https://www.asstr.org/files/Collections/Old_Joe's_Collection/

Plenty of genres to try.


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Anonymous 18/09/24(Mon)02:53 No. 25793 ID: 5ad370

I’m deeply & personally offended that OP still hasn’t written any more.


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Anonymous 19/02/18(Mon)06:08 No. 25966 ID: 06e596

RIP this story




A Loving Family (Mg bg inc cons oral anal rim) WorldsGreatestDad 19/02/14(Thu)00:19 No. 25958 ID: f7d3f6 [Reply]

I wrote this for my own entertainment, and I thought some of you might enjoy it too. Please pay attention to the tags, as my tastes are not for everyone, and I wouldn’t want anyone to be scarred for life because something I wrote squicked them to death! Constructive comments welcome, but don’t bother telling me what a sick bastard I am or anything else I don’t already know. And needless to say, this is a total work of fiction, and any resemblance to any person, living or dead, or any actual place or events, is completely coincidental.

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So after dinner I’m kicked all the way back in my big old overstuffed recliner, sipping a beer and watching some dumb show, not really paying attention. I have a big sheet over the whole chair because I’m naked as usual, and the plastic chair covering isn’t very comfortable on bare skin. Just as I’m trying to decide whether to see what else is on cable or put on a porno, my 10-year-old daughter wanders into the living room, apparently bored with whatever she was doing in her room. She’s also naked as usual, nudity being more common than being dressed in our house. She glances at the TV, then comes over and leans against the recliner arm. I grin down at her and reach around to tousle her long blond hair.

“Hi Daddy”, she chirps adorably.

“Hi Angel”, I respond.

She’s lean and lithe, with a cute face just beginning to become beautiful. She reminds me so much of her late mother, who died very suddenly from an illness a couple of years ago. After a few seconds, she clambers up onto the wide pillowy chair arm and flops half onto it, half onto my left side, resting her head on my shoulder. My left hand naturally falls onto her little butt and I give it an affectionate squeeze. She gives me a peck on the cheek and rests her hand on my chest.

Obviously, having her naked body lying against my naked body was starting to have an affect on me. She was idly playing with my sparse chest hairs and happened to glance down toward the TV. In the process, she noticed that I was slowly growing a chubby. This wasn’t at all surprising or remarkable to her. Her mother and I had been very upfront about sex, allowing our lovemaking to be seen and heard as a matter of course; just another aspect of our tender affection for each other. However, now that it had my daughter’s attention, she reached down and clasped my dick lightly, then rolled it back and forth a little as it became fat and heavy in her small hand.

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WorldsGreatestDad 19/02/14(Thu)00:21 No. 25959 ID: f7d3f6

Startled, we froze in place. It was my 11-year-old son, coming into the living room after finishing playing his guitar on headphones, and looking for something else to do. He was a male version of his little sister, short and lean, with tow hair and a face beginning to be handsome. He was naked, as usual for our family.

My daughter and I resumed her bouncing, and she blurted between strokes, “We! Er! Watch! Ing! A! Moo! Vie! Ha! Ha! Ha!”

“Awww…I wanna play!” her brother protested.

“Sure, come on in, Buddy!” I invited. My daughter stopped her bouncing and opened her arms wide.

“Buddy!” she squealed, and he came over and they hugged each other with real sibling affection. Then, still seated firmly on my pillar, she took hold of his face in both hands and drew him in for a very long, passionate, non-sisterly kiss. He held her head in his hands and returned the kiss with enthusiasm, then let his hands roam over her back and sides. Within seconds, his small but eager preadolescent dick was pointing out and up like a coat hook. His sister took it and gently and expertly fondled it, along with his marble-sized balls. He twitched perceptibly and moaned with pleasure. I guess he hadn’t jacked off today yet, or at least not recently.

My daughter half turned and ventured, “Daddy…”

Understanding, I kicked the chair position most of the way back again and hiked myself and my little girl up, still connected at our loins, so that my legs were straight and she was straddling my hips with her legs bent back at the knees. Buddy clambered eagerly, if a little clumsily, onto the lower part of the chair and stood in front of her, with his feet on either side of my legs. This brought his groin up right in his sister’s face. She reached for it with one hand and put the other on his butt, drawing him to her. He pushed his fingers into her thick blond hair and massaged her head lightly while she engulfed his entire penis, balls and all in her hot little mouth. I could just imagine what Buddy was experiencing as she swirled and squished his parts around with her active lips, cheeks and tongue. He threw his head back and closed his eyes with pleasure.

“Oh Sis… Oh Sis...” he murmured.
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