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iCity Tales by AnonyMPC (various tags, cyberpunk, violence) AnonyMPC 14/07/30(Wed)22:09 No. 22139 ID: a609fb [Reply] [Last 50 posts]

Hi, I'm AnonyMPC. You might remember me from such stories as "My Private Camwhore," "Relatively Powered", and "Yet Another Thing That Isn't The Next My Private Camwhore."

Well, after a long time where I was working on various stories and making very slow progress, I got hit with an idea that caught my imagination on fire. It started with the artist NeckRomancer on HF, who drew a few pieces inspired my stories, and we got to talking. An offhanded comment by me made him suggest a story idea, a SF one that had a sort of cyberpunk vibe. It was a good idea, and I'm actually a fan of old-school cyberpunk and all it's tropes, but I didn't want to tackle it. I was too busy, and too far behind, with other stuff. But it reminded me of another idea I had (based on an idea granted to me by a fellow named kludo I met in an artist's stream), also set in a cyberpunk world. And I began to toss around the idea of a set of stories set in the same city, and came up with a few ideas, and NeckRomancer suggested a couple more, and finally, I realized I was enjoying the process more than I had writing in a while, and what's more, I had 5 stories that I thought fit together pretty well, I knew exactly where they began and ended and how they fit together. They could be short, I told myself, maybe one sex scene each, so it wouldn't be too much of a distraction from my other projects. And I started writing the first, getting more work done in one day than I had in all the other stories I was working on combined in the past week, and I had that glorious feeling I hadn't had in a long time where my mind was racing with things to write even while I was asleep.

So I figured I had to stick with it, even if it meant everything else getting delayed, again, for overall output, the best strategy is sticking with the stuff I'm excited with most.
I finished the first story, and am started on the second. I'm not going to officially post it to my site (http://www.asstr.org/~AnonyMPC/ if you've forgotten), or my HF page, until all five are done and cross-checked. But, because I have a history with this site, I thought I'd post them one-by-one here and here only. You can, hopefully, be my beta-test, so I can catch any major issues. This also means it'll be slightly less edited than they usually are, and I plan to tighten it up.

A few notes of things I'm especially looking for, or need to say up front:
Classic cyberpunk, which I'm a fan of, doesn't really mesh perfectly with computers and the Internet as it exists today. So I've done a bit of a bastard fusion and used some handwaving of vague historical events that have altered how things work. I'm certainly willing to hear if you think anything doesn't make sense on that level (networks don&# Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Anonymous 18/01/20(Sat)05:11 No. 25304 ID: e4b79b

>>24014
Where are they on exhentai? Quick searches yielded nothing.


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Anonymous 18/01/20(Sat)05:45 No. 25305 ID: 4b5709

>>25304

That post is from 2015. They're probably gone now. They were shitty anyway.


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Bkil 18/04/02(Mon)00:31 No. 25495 ID: 810dc4

>>25304
Here is one of the Magic Marker pictures http://pureloli.biz/wp-content/uploads/2018/03/19-2.jpg




royal jelly jellydonut 18/03/29(Thu)08:56 No. 25472 ID: b3d45b [Reply]

Hey (knock knock) this board still alive? if not I guess I'll just rant and rave into the void.

This series, which I'm titling 'Royal Jelly' is a pseudo-interview style series that goes across multiple characters and their beginning sexual experiences, desires, and encounters.

prevalent themes include, (but aren't limited to): masturbation, voyeurism, incest, and young sexual encounters.

I'm new-ish at writing this stuff and Spoiler: I tend to have some long paragraphs at times (I'm working at it I promise)

constructive criticisms and comments are always appreciated :)

-jellydonut


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royal jelly: Maya 3 jellydonut 18/03/30(Fri)22:16 No. 25488 ID: b3d45b

I creeped up the stairs, trying not to make a sound. Once I got to the top of the dark hallway I saw that one of the rooms had a faint light glowing beneath the door, I figured that must be Jessie's. I inched towards it, my heart beating loudly, and opened it. Inside there was a tv, a dresser, a bunch of posters, and a desk with a bright computer monitor on top of it. In the corner of the room was a full sized bed with jessie sleeping on his back on top of the blankets, fully clothed. I closed the door, the computer monitor was the only thing illuminating the room. I approached Jessie's bed and put a hand on his shoulder and shook. "Jessie you awake?" No answer but a soft snore. I let my hand trail down from his shoulder, onto his pecks and down his firm stomach, ending at the top off his jeans. I looked back up to his face, his breathing slow and steady with eyes still closed.

I undid his belt. After that I unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down and off. He had dark grey boxers on with little guitars all over them as decoration, I smiled at how cute it was. I went back to his t-shirt and pulled it up and over his head. He was naked now except for his boxers, my heart raced as I grabbed the elastic and pulled them down. His dick was big I thought, even when soft. It was uncircumcised with a patch of dark hair at the base of it. I pulled the boxers off all the way, my panties were starting to get wet.

He was fully naked now and I straddled his legs. I grabbed his dick in my hand, it was still soft. I knew that boys liked it when you licked it so I did just that. I bent over and licked the tip, and then I began sucking it, pulling the skin farther down as I worked my mouth farther down. As I slowly went up and down his dick with my lips I noticed it growing and getting harder. I kept doing what I was doing, getting faster as I felt him grow in my mouth. His dick was firm and stood straight up on its own now, I tasted precum. I pulled my mouth off his dick and continued to stroke it as I looked up at him. He was still asleep, I couldn’t help but notice how cute he was when he was sleeping. I climbed off the bed and stood up next to it. His pecs were rising and falling with each breath. A small trail of hair started from his firm stomach and lead down to his dick, fully erect now. My heart was racing as I pulled my panties down my legs and tossed them on the bed near his head. They had a small wet patch at the crotch.

I lifted up my skirt and straddled him. I reached between my legs, grabbed his wet dick, and guided it into my wet pussy as I slowly lowered myself. His dick went in easy and slowly, I gasped as he began to fill me up. When I had the full length of his cock inside me I let out a low moan and just lingered there for a bit, feeling him. I put my hands on his stomach and began to rock myself back and forth. It felt better than in the bathtub, deeper and warme Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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royal jelly: Ethan 3 jellydonut 18/04/01(Sun)07:05 No. 25492 ID: b3d45b

The next morning I went into the dining room for breakfast and tried my best to act casual. Emma came down a little while after and sat down next to me. She was still in her PJs and obviously hadn't taken a shower yet. I flashed back to me cumming on her last night, my dry semen was still on her chest and she hadn't noticed (thank god). I started to get a boner thinking about it.

She was chipper and happy as normal, talking about how she was planning on spending the upcoming spring break. I hadn't changed out of my pajamas either yet and was having trouble keeping my growing erection from poking out of my fly again. I wasn't listening when she said something and stared at me. I scooted closer to the table to try to keep my crotch out of view.

"What was that?" I asked.
"I said did you want to go to the watering hole with me next week? With school out we can spend the whole day there if we wanted." The watering hole she was talking about was one of our favorite summer spots, just a 45 minute hike from our Californian mountain home. We loved to cool off in it on hot days and swim around chasing after tadpoles, me in my trunks and her in her old one piece swimming suit. It wasn't on any maps so it was kind of like our own private swimming pool.

"That would be fun." said my mom as she sat down next to my dad at the table, clad only in her bathrobe as usual in the mornings, "It should be warm enough by now."
"Uhh, sure." I said, still distracted by what was happening in my boxers. Emma then turned to our mom.
"I need to get a new swimming suit though, my old swim team one doesn't fit anymore. Also I need to pick up another prescription refill too." My mom nodded while sipping her coffee.
"Prescription?" I blurted out, I didn't know she was taking anything.
"Yeah," said my mom before Emma could, "Your sister was having trouble sleeping so we got her one a while back to help." I thought for a moment. Is that the only reason why she didn't wake up last night? My stomach turned thinking about how badly things could have gone if she hadn't been on a sleep aid.

The conversation had distracted me enough for my boner to go down and I was able to eat breakfast in peace. That was until Emma finished her cereal and brought it to the sink. I noticed her pajama shorts were riding up again. She bent over to wash and rinse off her bowl, the outline of her ass clearly visible. I excused myself and tried to hide my growing boner as I headed to my room. When I closed the door I grabbed my tablet and her panties that I had hidden in my pillowcase, they were still a little damp from cumming in them last night. I sat on my bed, opened up the picture of her topless and started masturbating to it again. I heard the shower turn on upstairs and I knew Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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royal jelly: Orion 4 jellydonut 18/04/01(Sun)07:07 No. 25494 ID: b3d45b

I woke up a few hours later to a dark and quiet house. Everyone had either left or passed out I figured. I stirred and felt something behind me, I looked and there was a 20-something year old woman sleeping in my bed. I quickly got my memory back as I looked around the room. Candy on the floor, red heels in one corner and a blue bra in another. I had fallen asleep with her fully clothed. My pants and underwear felt uncomfortable, crusty and damp with semen. I decided to change and I stood up, taking off my pants and underwear.

I looked down at the bed, she was fully asleep in her slutty sailors outfit. Still braless, her legs slightly open. My dick grew on its own as I stared at her, dirty thoughts running through my head. I stood over her for a good few minutes, pantsless and fully erect, while she slept peacefully and occasionally snored. I got back on the bed and put a hand on her thigh. She didn't stir at all. I shook it and whispered her name, still no response other than light snores. I rubbed my dick on her leg then slowly moved my self over it. I was between her legs now, I held one knee and raised it to the other side until she had her legs spread in front of me.

I crawled towards her and lifted up her dress. In the dim light I could see those panties that I had grown to love. With nervous hands I reached towards the top of them. I wanted to yank them down, I wanted to put my dick inside her and start pumping, to pull down her top and stare at her jiggling tits as I came inside her over and over. What I did instead was hover over her nervously, my hands just above the elastic of her underwear. I gulped and grabbed the sides of them, no movement yet, and I began to slowly pull them down. I saw more of her skin, then, a few tufts of dark hair poked out. I wanted to fuck her badly. I continued to pull down and saw more dark hair, a nice little tuft of it. I pulled down more and stopped. Her pussy was there in front of my face, a clean slit at the gap between her legs.

Lizzie stirred and I jumped back, she closed her legs and rolled onto her side away from the edge of the bed. I chickened out and laid back beside her and pretended to be asleep. A minute later I heard her continue snoring, just tossing and turning in her sleep I guessed. Still, I didn't have the courage to continue. I laid there looking at the ceiling pantsless, my dick still standing up still wanting sex. I started masturbating, thinking about fucking her. My free hand went between us on the bed and I started to grope her ass, she didn't seem fazed. I laid on my bed groping her ass and masturbating until I came, jizz shooting up and then back down onto my stomach and hand. I felt sleepy again and closed my eyes, just for a second.

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Initiation odiscipline!!xlAmp4BJLj 18/04/01(Sun)04:49 No. 25491 ID: 3093c9 [Reply]

This story contains the following:

MF, FF, MFF, rape, piss, (implied) scat, blood, (implied) torture


It had been 90 days and nights passed since Tai’s first moonblood, and the little oriental slave had had two more since. Lord Edward and Lady Sylvia were very eager for the coming night: it was the night that they could take her into their bed for breeding. As a slave girl, there were limits as to how Tai could be used, set down by tradition and practicality, that Edward and Sylvia generally obeyed: as soon as she was able to walk, she was diddled, and taught to lap Sylvia’s pussy like a kitten. Later on, when she was in her 6th or 7th summer, she was taught to fellate by Edward, and even though she could barely fit the tip of his penis in her tiny mouth, he managed to teach her how to swallow his thick load without gagging. She was an eager student, and took to the lessons gladly, using her newfound knowledge to suck the little boy slaves to orgasm after orgasm when she was penned beside them.

She was a sex object, but she had never been truly bred as a whore. Tradition forbade the masters of the manor from taking her as a true mount until the 7th night from her 3rd moonblood. How they ached to take the slim, sinewy, fallow, coconut cream colored oriental girl to her bed, to spitroast her between their aching genitals, as they copulated like animals, filling her with their lust juices, and bringing her to orgasm after eye rolling orgasm. The entire week leading up to this night, they had taken every opportunity to molest and violate Tai, without actually bringing her to climax. With her hands bound behind her, and with no objects to relieve herself on in the bedroom pen where she was kept, she could only suffer the molestations, her thighs glistening with the juices of her sex, as she was kept in a constant state of arousal.

Even though there was no tradition compelling them to do so, the lord and lady of the house also refrained from satisfying themselves in the week leading up to their slaves defloration, so as to take special pleasure in the occasion when it finally arrived. This was especially hard for them, as given their standing, they were particularly accustomed to relieving their sexual urges at will, with any slave who happened to be handy. So throughout the week, the master and mistress were in a constantly visible state of arousal, mistress’s milk white thighs shiny with the juices of her constantly leaking sex, and master’s trousers showing a conspicuous bulge throughout the day.

On this, the 98th day, they had a feast, both to celebrate the taking of Tai’s maidenhead, and to sustain them: once the sun went down, the mating would continue to their absolute exhaustion. It was not unknown for such couplings to last a week without anyone emerging from the bedchamber for food. The young slave was fed at the table with master and mistress, and ate the same Message too long. Click here to view the full text.




Wedding Day odiscipline!!xlAmp4BJLj 18/03/31(Sat)22:54 No. 25490 ID: 3093c9 [Reply]

This story contains the following -

MM, MF, rape, anal, ntr, blood, piss, cum

If any of these things disturb you, I advise you now, please do not read. If you choose to do so anyway and are offended, please stfu about the subject matter, you were warned about it before hand.

I hope you enjoy this. I have multiple parts in this story in mind, I will write more if I get positive feedback.


The battle is long over. I am beaten, my sword knocked aside, my legs bleeding, a gash running across my arm. I do not know why I have not been slain yet. The brute is clearly more of a swordsman than I, better trained, stronger, faster. My rudimentary training was nothing compared to his artful strikes. I do not believe that I even laid my blade on him seriously.

I kneel in the dirt, waiting for a death blow. I am met with a sharp kick to my stomach. I taste the wedding meal I had consumed earlier, as I fall flat into the mud. I am lifted up by my hair, and kicked in the stomach again, and again, and again. I know not why this brute continues to prolong this: he has won, I am no match for him. Why does he not just slay me here.

He picks me up, and punches me in my tender abdomen again. I can barely voice my surrender, my voice has been beaten out of me. The brute picks me up, and wraps his arms around my throat, choking me. My undergarments become warm and heavy, as I begin to reflexively piss myself in utter fear. I am too weak, too beaten, to escape this beast's grasp, the creeping, fading, foggy blackness that envelopes me quicker than sleep.

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The Three Amigos Skibby 15/03/17(Tue)01:37 No. 23383 ID: ebd7e7 [Reply]

The first time I tried it was on a bet. All of my neighborhood friends and me, which amounted to three of us in total, wagered over which one of us would end up with the least phone numbers after our first school dance of 9th grade. Second place would get to watch while third place took an X-Change pill and the winner fucked her.

This wasn't normal for boys to do, of course, but we were little perverts. We had grown up together and spied on eachother's sisters and had been bragging about getting pussy since before any of us were old enough to have gotten any.

We had been discussing Lauren Holdy's tits/ass while swimming at my house and were in a heated debate over which part of her was the best. Her boyrfriend was a senior on the Varsity football team and he had sent all of the naked pictures she texted him to his friends. One of his friends worked as a trainer for some of the junior varsity guys, and ended up sending a mass text containing all of the pictures to half of the junior varsity team.

This is how Marcus ended up getting them being a JV lineman and, in the hopes that someday we would reciprocate if we got classmates' naked pictures, he emailed them to us after saving them and we often found ourselves discussing her whenever nobody else was around.

Lauren had been one of our classmates since Kindergarten. We all knew her because everybody knew her. She was the girl whose mom was in charge of all of the school events. She was a member of the school board and made sure that Lauren was involved in all of the clubs and councils she possibly could be. This made Lauren a responsible girl who then blossomed into a tall and blonde freshman cheerleader.

She wouldn't date any boys throughout middle school because her council duties kept her busy and because her mom would have had him castrated. When she began cheer, she began talking to talk to Darren Applewhite, a senior, and to everyone's surprise they began to date. When Darren's little presents from her reached us, we found ourselves divided on which part of hers was the sexiest. Looking at her athletic, well-developed form and imagining that suave ogre fucking her often kept me up at night.

Keif liked her legs the best, and admittedly they were wonderful. Even with the sloppy mirror photography, her skin was a light brown and she was one of the tallest girls in our grade, which made her toned thighs ooze sex. Marcus told him it was funny he liked her legs so much, since she was about two inches taller than Keif was. Keif stood a very average 5'6 and Lauren looked like some Norse goddess next to him, standing at a strapping 5'7.

Marcus liked her ass the best, and I told him that being into her ass seemed normal enough since he was a nigger. I launched into a Jim Crow impersonation talking about the few stereotypical black people habits Marcus had. He l Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Anonymous 16/07/18(Mon)12:15 No. 24458 ID: e935d4

any updates coming for this or dead?


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Anonymous 18/03/19(Mon)14:16 No. 25463 ID: f6cfe8

nice


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Anonymous 18/03/19(Mon)14:16 No. 25464 ID: f6cfe8

nice




AnonyMPC's Phil Phantom Tributes (usually Mg+, lots of inc, extreme) AnonyMPC 16/08/04(Thu)01:19 No. 24543 ID: a609fb [Reply]

Since these are usually shorter and with less of an audience than my regular works, and threads on this board last long periods of time, from now on rather than posting them in individual threads, I'll post all my Phil Phantom Tributes in this thread, sort of like Nicholas Fellheimer's thread.

For my past tributes, or for my other work in general, you can always check out http://www.asstr.org/~AnonyMPC/

PP tributes are my attempt to honor the style of a bygone and extremely prolific author of smut fiction, and also play with plots and themes that I don't think can support and in-depth character examination. They're usually quick, vulgar, unrealistic, and, I hope, fun for some of you.

Next post I'll start with the most recent one.


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Could Be Worse, conclusion AnonyMPC 18/03/18(Sun)21:46 No. 25459 ID: a609fb

"What money?" The only money they should owe is a thousand, but only if Cheryl failed to take a dog cock, and Anna had already been visualizing how to make that happen. Maybe another thousand if Polly let herself get fucked by someone other than the judge who paid for her. But they didn't owe that money yet.

"Oh, right. Ummm... remember, you promised you wouldn't be mad? See... one of the first parts of the auction? They sold off the video rights for each girl from the 9-Holes, to be destroyed or spread around as the owner saw fit. I didn't even know they were filming, and, like, I thought maybe if I bought them myself and asked for them to be destroyed you'd never know all the stuff I did. I had no idea you'd all be so cool about it. Anyway, I pledged ten thousand dollars. But we have until next year to pay, so, it's only $833 and thirty three cents a month." Polly wasn't quite as down on math as her sister, apparently. "I'm sure it's not that much if you think of it like that."

"Polly! What were you thinking?" Anna shouted, but then remembered her promise and forced herself to calm down. "We can't afford another eight hundred a month... especially on top of paying for another child!" Even with her promise, she couldn't help being mad, but was surprised at how mild the anger it was, more at the money than the bad decision. And she wasn't even sure she should be angry about the money. After all, she still planned on turning the cops onto this sick scam. At least, she was 75% sure she was going to. Things had changed, a little... not just her perverted fantasies coming true... okay, sure, that was part of it, but there was a practical concern too. If a judge running for congress was involved in this mess, who knew who else the perverts had in their pocket? Maybe people who could make any accusation go very bad for the accusers. Crooked cops who could make snitches go away, for good. She'd seen plenty of cops on the take when she worked at the Swamp, so they could be involved. Still she was 50% sure she was going to turn them in tomorrow. Though, if you're only 50-50 on something, it seemed to her that the best idea was to wait a little and see if she got less sure or more sure after letting the Judge into their home for a few days... probably less sure, but who could be sure, with that much money on the line? Though, in truth, even owing that much money to perverts... it did provide a good excuse to do things she normally wouldn't.

Her daughter cringed at her initial burst of anger but afterwards only seemed a little sorry. "Yeah I probably should have thought through selling knock-me-up rights more. But I really wanted to win that phone and I was still a little short. If it helps, you don't have to pay me an allowance."

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Anonymous 18/03/18(Sun)22:20 No. 25460 ID: 81f332

hi... got any [shifts eyes left and right]
molestr?


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Anonymous 18/03/18(Sun)22:47 No. 25461 ID: f8bc57

>>25460
Give him the time to edit the story




Milking time odiscipline!!xlAmp4BJLj 18/03/18(Sun)20:22 No. 25458 ID: 3093c9 [Reply]

Hi all. Perverted writer here. Going to give this a try, as asstr seems to be permanently closed to new users, and most other sites will not take some of the subject matter I write about.

I hope you enjoy this story of mine and the ones that follow.

It was time to joipee. Claudius could feel his wee wee getting stiff – it always got stiff around this time, when mistress would come to help the young male slaves joipee.

They needed the help, because their hands were always chained behind them, so they couldn’t go joipee by themselves, and unlike regular peeing, they needed to be able to touch their wee wee’s to make it happen.

When mistress opened the gate, Claudius and the other young male slaves scrambled up to her on their knees, their pee pee’s raised in stiff tribute. Mistress beamed at them, and patted them each on the head in turn. Like dogs, they rolled onto their backs, legs spread, pee pee’s up.

Claudius hoped that mistress would pick him to joipee first. Hearing the moans and grunts of the other little males as she joipeed them made him anxious and frustrated, and he could hardly keep still from the anticipation.

To his dismay, she picked one of the smaller boys first. The boy scooted onto her lap, and spread his legs extra wide so she could fondle him easily.

She kissed the boy, not on his cheeks or face, but by slipping her tongue into his mouth. Claudius enjoyed it when she did this to him, and he enjoyed the sound it made when she did it to others. The boy was enjoying it too. Then she took his wee wee into her mouth, and sucked on it for about a minute. The boy’s eyes were clenched shut, as though he were in terrible pain, but he knew that in fact, he was feeling wonderful. He was about to joipee – his pee pee and balls feeling like it was full of hot pee, so anxious and ready to burst.
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Clarice (SS, slight Loli) S 11/07/05(Tue)09:48 No. 12846 ID: e59c31 [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]

Hi all, this was a WIP eLit story posted on the 99chan /ss/ boards. Unfortunantly they no longer have an /ss/ board and from browsing various /eLit/ and /ss/ boards I have seen no evidence of the this story anywhere, so I have decided to share what I have here.

I would like to state in clearly though, THIS IS NOT MINE. Some else wrote this and I am simply reposting it here. If the original author see this and wants to finish the story, PLEASE do!

Anyways, this story was separated by posts, not chapters. I'll post what I see as a chapter per post. Anyways again, on with the story

Chapter 1, part 1

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My story actually started when I was 6 years old. My family lived in a college town in an area that wasn't too hot, not too cold. Lots of trees. Kind-of what you'd call a "normal" place for a middle-class white family.

My mom would usually hire majors from her department who needed extra money to be babysitters and to clean up the house sometimes. Usually they'd be juniors or seniors, so I wouldn't have the same babysitter for more than a year.

Invairably, they were girls. The first one I remember was a nice blond girl, but I forgot her name. I had one for a while who was hispanic and not very nice and got mad at me a lot. My mom got a different sitter after that. One was a somewhat heavy girl with short brown hair. She was okay and didn't get mad at me a lot, but she wasn't a lot of fun. Falicia was a black girl with really short hair and a VW bus. She would take me to McDonald's for little icecream cones and always helped me with work that I brought home from first grade, and she really liked watching TV with me, especially cartoons. But she was a senior, and I remember I cried a lot when she had to move back to her home state when she graduated.

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Anonymous 17/05/08(Mon)09:34 No. 25025 ID: d758ef

>>25018
I was referring more to the other stories everyone posted.


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Anonymous 17/05/29(Mon)07:48 No. 25042 ID: f3349e

>>25025
No idea. Sorry, mate.


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Andrew+Lewis 18/03/12(Mon)08:06 No. 25445 ID: 23ae83

This is one of my favorite pieces on this forum.




The Creeper (Loli) Anonymous 13/12/27(Fri)00:33 No. 20531 ID: a2f9ff [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]

So, where to start?

Name’s Ed. Edward to my parents. Ed to everyone who doesn’t treat me like a four-year-old piece of shit. My story isn’t particularly a normal one, although I guess if it was, it wouldn’t be much of a story. But I guess you’re wondering what the super, awesomely amazing thing that I have taken the time out of my day to tell is. Well, it kind of is amazing, but all good things come to an end. But, I’ll get to that later. Don’t want to ruin the story before it’s even started, do I?

The Creeper. Quite an apt name to describe myself, to be perfectly honest, even if it does contain a bold resemblance to the giant green penises within that god-awful game called Minecraft. Ahem, anyway, the name is kind of related to my story. Or completely related, I guess. You see, throughout my life, I’ve been a bit of a creep. Not in a complete beta-fag, following girls around with pit stains and braces, trailing them until they recognise my existence kind of way. In fact, to be completely honest with you, I’ve never been bad with girls. I mean, I lost my virginity at 13, so I guess that’s not too bad of an achievement, eh? Anyway, enough bragging. The reason for the name is sort of derived from my ahh… hobbies. Ever since I got my first phone (or at least, phone with the nifty little camera on it), I’ve been a fan of taking creep shots. Y’know, sneaking dirty pics of people in public without their knowledge or consent, to then take back to my home and have a glorious fap to. Weird, but nothing too abnormal to create a story about, right? Wrong.

Taking creep shots is generally looked down upon, but to some people it’s a good thing. It helps other people to get their dick hard, so it’s really a good thing. Although, the sort of creep shots I take probably shouldn’t be shared with anyone. Ever. But I’m fine with that. I’m generally quite a selfish person anyway. But I can hear your voices screaming at me to tell you the mystery shots that I could possibly take. I assume a lot of you have guessed this already anyway, but I’ll comply nonetheless. They are girls. Little girls. Lolis. Whatever you want to calm them. I would hover around parks and wait for these girls in short skirts to reveal their cute little butts after swinging around on the monkey bars. Oh the panties. They were perhaps the biggest turn on for me. Pink was best. The girlier the better. And there I’d be, with my phone out, sneaking every shot possible. Then I would travel home just awaiting that amazing fap.

Anyway, you know the name, but not the game. So, I’ll tell you my story. I guess the best place to start would be when I was 13. At this point, I wasn’t even remotely close to being interested in little girls. I was simply interested in any girl my own age, much like any other guy. Ironically, it was the involvement with a girl my own age that actually got me into girls much younger Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Anonymous 17/05/31(Wed)23:23 No. 25048 ID: b549fc

More 'fan fiction'...so don't blame the OP for this...

Chapter 20: Jumprope, Reimagined

The girls were clearly ready for some 'Ed time' the following week, and Sara seemed to like pushing bathtime as early as she could. She requested 'help' again, so I went with her while Ellie went to work with my phone.

Sara campaigned for company in the bath tub, but as I told her sister, it would not go well if her mother returned early and found us both wet. But the girls had apparently already cooked up a strategy for handling that eventuality: Ellie would manage the door chain, distract her mother for a bit, and I would only be wet from the waist down, so I could quickly get dry and get dressed. Long story short: I was talked into it.

I was well aware that her request was most likely just an excuse to study me in all my naked glory, but I played along. I sat at the back of the tub, and Sara sat in the middle, facing me. I had to remind her not to splash, or even move too suddenly; I was determined to stay as dry as possible, just in case. All knowledge of how to bathe herself seemed to have mysteriously drained out of her brain, so the task fell to me. I soaped up the thin flannel washcloth and washed her face, arms and torso while she sat. She rinsed, and then turned round to a kneeling position, jutting her cute little butt back ever so slightly toward me.

More soap on the flannel, and then one thigh got a thorough scrubbing, especially the inner portion. Sara dipped down into the water, then demanded "Again!" Three passes later, she was ready for the other leg. After a similar treatment, she waggled her butt, which got soaped next, and then my hand dipped between her legs. Her favorite spot demanded attention for several minutes, by which time Mr. Stiffy was standing at attention, too.

Sara finally turned around toward me, and announced, "Now I'll wash you." There was no doubt as to what her target was. Without bothering with soap, she wrapped the washcloth around my cock and slid her hand up and down it. Her other hand gave it a go as well, without bothering with the washcloth, and her next experiment laced her fingers together and applied a two-handed stroke up and down.

"Ed?" Sara questioned, after a few minutes of exploration. "I wanna do what we did to you last week." I gave a little questioning grunt; after all, there was a LOT that they did last week. "You know, in-terror-gate you," she clarified boldly, if somewhat badly. Without really waiting for permission, she turned around again and sat in my lap, maneuvering my cock between her legs and then clamping her thighs tightly around it. She tensed her muscles to generate a little friction, but even when I slipped my hand between her thighs and pressed my cock more solidly against her pussy, it was Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Anonymous 17/05/31(Wed)23:24 No. 25049 ID: b549fc

More 'fan fiction'...so don't blame the OP for this...

Chapter 21: Fashion Designer

On my next visit, both girls were excited to show me their new secret treasures. The past weekend, their mother had done some pruning of all the clothes closets and drawers, creating a donation pile, adding some pieces to their rag collection, and disposing of the rest. The girls had retrieved most of what had gone into the bin, some things from the rag bag, and even some select items that were slated for donation. But this evening, they just wanted help with a pair of denim cutoffs.

These had started life as Ellie's jeans, and turned into shorts when her growth spurt made the legs obviously too short. They were well-loved and well-worn, so much so that they didn't even qualify as hand-me-downs and had been tossed. Ellie had attempted to prune them into a style she had seen on the internet, but was stymied as soon as her scissors came to one of the heavy 4-ply seams, which were more than a match for her tiny hands. So now it was up to me to sculpt them, as per her vision.

The shorts and even the scraps would have to go home with me, since what she had in mind was entirely inappropriate for a girl her age. Ellie wanted them high-cut on the sides, leaving about half the front pockets exposed, and barely half of her ass cheeks covered. She wanted the gusset to be little more than the center seam itself, but I talked her into leaving about an inch and a half, promising that I would unravel the threads at the margins, turning it into white fringe. She was familiar with that style, and liked the idea, though she was disappointed that the transformation would necessarily take time. But in short order she had some seriously immodest booty shorts that I was certain would be featured in her upcoming video production.

Soon after Ellie thundered up the stairs with my phone, Sara came down for a visit. I was stretched out almost prone on the big sofa, but rather than taking her normal place at the opposite end, she sat nearby on the coffee table. She was wearing a shiny satin-y red skirt, which if I am any judge was probably part of a Supergirl Halloween costume. The tiny skirt covered very little, but just to be sure, Sara cocked one knee up and planted her foot on the couch cushion, simultaneously letting her other thigh drift wide.

What she had on underneath was eye-catching, to say the least. The gauzy white fabric didn't cover much in the first place, and her stance improved the lighting so that the details along the valley between her bulging peach halves were very much on display. I found out later that this was one of their mother's discards: a thong that had been so low-cut that it looked natural on Sara's small frame. The thin but oversized waist had been modified by the simple expedient of tripling the fabric at the sides, and stapli Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Andrew+Lewis 18/03/10(Sat)09:44 No. 25443 ID: 23ae83

Bump to encourage the fan fiction




Molestr (Mg, oral, anal) AnonyMPC 15/10/16(Fri)19:00 No. 23912 ID: a609fb [Reply]

Just a short piece I wrote quickly a few days ago. Went a little younger than I usually do, but mostly because one part of the idea demanded it. Probably not my best but sometimes you have to clear some ideas out when they're interfering with other ones.

Molestr (Mg, oral, anal)

Everyone knows that every new technology will be used for sex, if it possibly can be. Sometimes directly, sometimes as a means to acquire it, and when all else fails, it'll be used to make porn so people can have sex with themselves.

Everyone also knows that the first and most enthusiastic adopters of new technology are the young. They may rely on their parents to actually GET the technology, but if they can get their hands on it, kids'll use it like it was second nature. They call this generation digital natives, and it's pretty accurate... one of my nieces learned to read on a tablet, not a book.

Like everyone else, I knew both of those pieces of common wisdom about technology... what I didn't consider was the intersection point. At least, not until I got caught in between where those two universal truths collided, and my whole world changed forever.

I rarely went anywhere without my smartphone, like most people, but, a little more unusually, I almost never used it as a phone. Instead, I had four main uses for it. I used it to keep track of news, weather and traffic, I used it to play games to pass dead time, I used it to keep up to date on social media accounts, and, in the spirit of that first eternal rule, I sometimes I used it to attempt to get laid, although mostly I told myself I was searching for love.

Mostly, I was, but sometimes, I'd have been satisfied with sex. And I'm not going to lie. Neither goal ever worked that well for me. At all. But then, that wasn't the phone's fault, I just wasn't that good at the social interaction thing in general, much less hooking up with people.

I like to think that I look decent enough to attract a girl, and I can get first dates, but after that... it never quite works out. I've got a certain awkwardness that puts people off when they first meet me... most of my romances have been people from school or work who knew me for a while, but I was out of school and at work there were no suitable options left that weren't either in a relationship or somone I'd already tried and failed to make a connection. And random dates, whether set-up by friends and family or attempted on my own, just hadn't been working out... there's probably something to the idea that desperation was making the problem even worse. But I kept trying, intermittently, when the loneliness or horniness got too intense.
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Anonymous 18/03/04(Sun)06:15 No. 25425 ID: 738b66

Can we get a status update, please?


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Anonymous 18/03/04(Sun)09:28 No. 25426 ID: d5f010

>>25425
Molestr 2 has been written & is in the stage of editing and final drafting now that Magic Marker 2 has been completed and posted. I would guess sometime in a month if we are lucky or 3 months if not lucky


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Anonymous 18/03/04(Sun)20:13 No. 25427 ID: 93166e

>>25426
Can't wait for little Phoebe being taught to be as good as Emma :-)




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